Bondage on the 4th of July by Bonnie Bliss

 
    Bondage on the 4th of July
     
     
     
    Chapter 1
     
     
    Millie Newton squatted down in front of the large front window in her living room. Living in the little suburban Illinois town had made her quite the busy body over the years. This time, it wasn’t about who was getting into a fight on the front lawn, or who was catching someone’s husband having some torrid affair. She was watching as Brad Cooper exited the air port Skycab, slung his olive green duffle over his shoulder, and started up the steps. He had brought home a friend this time. Last time he was on leave, she had missed him. She was in the city with her brother and his new fiancé staying at their new high rise apartment. She could have kicked herself for missing him last time. Her mother had said he had asked about her. To say she wanted to cry herself to sleep every night till his next stint of leave, was an understatement. A week after he left, an email from him was waiting for her. He had offered to do a web chat with her for a couple of hours because he missed his ‘little sis’.
    She chewed viciously on her bottom lip and looked down at her very womanly figure. Millie was all grown up now and he had no clue. The last time they had been face to face was when she was seventeen and graduating high school. Now, six years later, at twenty three years old, she was fully grown. With ample breasts, wicked curves, and a body that she took care of out of habit really. Take one nutrition course in college and you are ruined from any sort of fun foods for the rest of your life. Millie was tearing at her bottom lip, worrying it into a bloody state when she felt the metallic taste overwhelm her taste buds.
    “Shit.” Looking back up, she watched as the two men disappeared into the house.
    Rising up, leaning her forehead against the cool glass, she hoped she could still see him somehow from her vantage. Unfortunately, the window didn’t open so she couldn’t dangle half her body out in the hopes she could see him through his own front window.
    To say she was infatuated with the man was an understatement. She was crazy in love with him and had been since they were in high school. He was a year older, had taken a year off and then decided to enlist. She had cried that day he told her. Even cried on his shoulder and worked herself into a state thinking the next she heard from him, it would be his mother coming over to tell Millie some road side bomb had taken him out. But after six years in Afghanistan, he looked like he was safe and sound. She even got emails from him twice a month.
    Forever the kid sister to him.
    Maybe it was just as well, she had heard things about him. From women that had indulged in that year he had taken off. That he liked to tie women up, forced them to submit, and control them till they were screaming in pleasure. Brad had ruined a great many women from this sexual Dominance. When she looked up Dominance and submission, it scared her. Yet she found the tight slit between her legs getting wet with arousal as she watched the videos of men totally controlling their ‘submissives’. She tried it once, with an eager boy friend. It was exciting and different, but the guy had too quickly removed the silk ties and wanted her on top.
    She never got off when she was on top.
    Millie didn’t realize that she had pressed the whole side of her face and her palms against the glass till the deep rumble of her brother’s words crashed through her wicked thoughts.
    “What we looking at, sis?”
    Her whole body jumped at the sound and her head slammed into the window with an echoing thud.
    “Fuck, Tom!” She pressed her hand to her forehead, turning around with tears in her eyes as she looked back at her handsome, yet annoying older brother.
    “You could see that I was nosing. You couldn’t come up slowly, or open a door loud.”
    She rubbed at her forehead and whimpered at the thrumming pain.
    Thomas Newton came over to her, sympathy reflected