So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  To be honest, I still wasn't sure either way. But this is what my heart told me, so I was just going along with it.

  No matter what happens here today, this experience is going to be good for me, I tell myself, reminding myself to have confidence like the YouTube videos I listened to always told me to. For my work life, or my sex life, or both.

  I'd always told myself, somewhat aggressively, that I was perfectly happy with my virgin status. But in reality, I was curious about sex. I couldn't deny it anymore.

  I felt like I was missing something.

  And whatever it was that I thought I was missing, I was sure that William Davies had it in spades.

  I'd been standing there, stock-still, for so long that my back was starting to ache. I consciously tried to relax my posture, but it was hard. Something about this man made me feel like I had to present myself for military inspection. Not that my black mini-skirt, two-inch heels and silky blouse were really up to the task.

  I had made sure to wear my finest clothes today, or, rather, second finest, since the ones from yesterday’s first day of the internship had been my finest. These showed off my curves well, even though I always felt they were a bit tight.

  What if I didn’t meet his approval?

  Would I get a spanking?

  I didn’t know much about BDSM, but I thought it involved spanking, at least.

  That was a great example of my pathetic inexperience. BDSM had become so commonplace that people laughed about it, but I didn’t even really know what all it entailed. Even the most unadventurous couples in the world had probably experimented with some light corporal punishment.

  But me? God, what a sad story. I hadn’t even ever had sex.

  If William knew my sexual history, or lack thereof, he'd probably laugh right in my face.

  That thought was a bit intimidating. But then I reminded myself that he wouldn't be so intimidating if he wasn't so damn sexy. And if he weren’t my boss.

  I finally heard the doorknob start to open, and my heart leapt. Clearing my throat, I straightened my skirt and tucked some flyaway hairs behind my ears. It wasn't even windy, but the stupid drafts in the subway tunnels always sent my disobedient hair into a tizzy.

  As the door swung open, I was face to face, once again, but a lot more up close and personal this time, with the most handsome man I’d ever seen.

  "Good afternoon," William said, with a smile and a welcoming gesture. “I’m sorry, I was so lost in thought trying to finish up some work.”

  Before I could stop myself, I was raising an eyebrow at his claim.

  "So, you weren't just waiting on me to make me wait?"

  I didn’t know what had come over me – I normally wasn’t so sassy; in fact, I was normally very shy and afraid to offend – but there was something about him that drew it out of me. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted him to spank me. In order for that to happen, I knew I’d have to disobey him some and give him a reason.

  His smile took on a certain crooked quality.

  "Do I really strike you as that kind of person?"

  "Absolutely, Mr. Davis," I said, stepping into his office. "Absolutely, you do."

  He just laughed, leading me into another office that was adjacent to his, with a door in between to separate them. Surprisingly, once we walked through, I found that it led to a sumptuous library.

  "I have to admit, I was half expecting you wouldn't show up," he said, as I took my seat across from his desk. "A lot of people would have run screaming for the hills, the moment they opened my valentine.'"

  To my credit, I didn't even blink.

  "Well, Mr. Davies, you are my boss. It isn’t as if I have a lot of choice in the matter."

  I tugged my skirt a little. Damn, this thing was shorter than I remembered.

  "That isn’t true," William said. “Everything we do at this mentorship program is voluntary. I don’t force you to do anything.”

  He then reached over to pick up a bottle that was on the ed of his desk.

  “Is it too early for wine? Would you like some?”

  "No, but you can have some. It is rather early." Eyeing the bottle with a frown, I wondered if he'd be offended. "For me, I mean. Please, don't let me stop you."

  He shot me an amused look as he poured himself a glass. Like anyone had ever stopped him from doing anything he wanted to do. Like I ever could.

  I felt, by turns, slightly embarrassed, slightly infuriated, and slightly...

  Like a turn on?

  No. No, definitely not. It was far too early for that. He hadn't even started talking dirty yet.

  "What exactly is it that you do in here?" I blurted out, before I could rethink the wisdom of the question.

  I was wondering if this was his “BDSM dungeon,” of sorts. But I knew I shouldn’t be prying.

  William’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he looked at me.

  "You’ll find out," he said, after only a moment's hesitation.

  His eyes searched my face, and I just looked back, as coolly as I could manage. I didn't know what had possessed me to ask, but now, I was burning with curiosity.

  Yeah, curiosity. That was it.

  Or maybe it was lust.

  "I can tell you now, if you like," he said. "But be prepared to significantly accelerate things in this mentorship between us."

  He was leaving the choice up to me. And I knew exactly what I wanted to choose, even though I also knew that I shouldn’t.

  "Yes, I’d like to know," I told him.

  The mischievous glint had briefly dulled in his eyes.

  "Do you really want to know?" he asked. "Or do you want to find out when the time is right?"

  It was an earnest question, and one that asked more than it seemed to on the surface. He was asking me if I wanted to play along. He was acknowledging, without really acknowledging, that he was toying with me and that he liked it, and that he was pretty sure I liked it too. All the smiles, the glances, the gentle flirting that cultivated the natural tension in a room between two people talking about sex.

  William was letting me know that it wasn't a mandatory part of working with him.

  He was giving me the opportunity to set a boundary. And if I was smart, I would take it.

  Instead, just like I'd done when I decided to come here after receiving his valentine in the first place, I acted on impulse.

  "Yes," I said. "I really do."

  William smiled, indulgently. I thought I detected a hint of relief in his eyes - deep gray, flecked with green.

  I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

  “Okay,” he said. “But just remember, you asked for it.”

  Chapter 5 - William

  Some people submit more readily than others.

  And I can figure some out more than others.

  Jocelyn seemed to be a perfect example of someone I couldn’t figure out yet, which was part of my immense attraction to her. Her aura gave off clues letting me know that even though she was innocent and a bit naïve, she wasn’t about to just submit without a fight.

  And that was okay, because I liked a challenge. Sometimes, the power struggle could be just as intoxicating as the instant trust and surrender.

  By the way she looked at me when I opened the door, I could tell she knew exactly who I was. I'd never kept my kink a secret, exactly; it was just that most people didn't bother to dig it up. But Jocelyn did. She had clearly talked to others about me.

  She had a good reason to, and I didn't begrudge her the knowledge one bit. I could tell that it flustered her a little, even though she pretended that it didn't. I was actually flattered, that she was so into me, that she would go and ask around about me.

  Jocelyn was a good lawyer. I knew she would be good for McKenzie and for my own law firm in particular. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t have made her that Valentine’s Day card.

  From the Jocelyn looked at me, she had me ov
er a barrel, and she knew it. And she liked it, maybe a little too much for my tastes. She knew she had my heart, in addition to my lust.

  She was tall and curvy, with clear green eyes, perfect skin, as severe with herself as she was with other people. If a blemish appeared on her cheek, she'd probably just stare it into submission in the mirror.

  I could tell that she was naturally shy but that she did something to improve her confidence. Maybe acting lessons, voice coaching, positive self-affirmations, to make her appear more fierce that she truly felt inside.

  Some people might be downright intimidated by her.

  But I wasn't.

  During the welcome meeting yesterday, I had noticed something. She was acting strangely. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, even through the many layers of expensive makeup. Her eyes kept darting to me and then quickly back to her papers again, especially when I looked up.

  I was making her nervous. I was turning her on. That was the only thing that could make a woman blush like that.

  Jocelyn tried to cultivate a severe look: the heavy makeup, smoothly styled fire-red hair pulled back into a tight bun, and a permanent frown. But it wasn't innate. She'd become this way, out of necessity, I suspected.

  She needed to be taken seriously. I took her very seriously indeed. But her flustered reaction to me and to my secret life was amusing, nonetheless.

  "Mr. William, if you’ll be so kind as to tell me what this mentorship program is all about now..." She swallowed audibly, then glanced at me. "...I’d be delighted to find out what it is that we’ll be working on together.”

  Oh, I bet you will be, I thought, yet I was impressed at her composure.

  She might be flustered, but she wasn't allowing herself to be distracted. I found myself wondering what would distract her.

  "I can see why you’re anxious to know," I said, shucking off my jacket and draping it over the back of my chair, without turning to look.

  I kept my eyes fixed on Jocelyn, willing her to back down.

  To surrender.

  She let out small, humorless laugh.

  "I can tell you like to keep people waiting, but I’m sure you have things you need me to work on around here, that this is holding me up from."

  She was acting feisty, putting on a tough act, but I knew that it was because she wanted me to take her over my legs and spank her.

  I also knew she was getting impatient and wanting me to hurry up. Her pussy was probably dripping for me.

  “I’m the one who makes the rules and sets the timetables around here,” I told her.

  Very deliberately, I unbuttoned my sleeves and rolled them up to my elbows. It was warm in the room, so she might not know that I was simply putting on a show. But I figured that she did. There wasn’t a woman in existence who didn't quiver a little at the sight of an attractive man with rolled-up sleeves.

  "My apologies," she almost purred, without looking away. "It won't happen again."

  “What have you found out about me?” I asked her, knowing that there had to be something and wondering if she would tell me.

  I only wanted to know so that I could find out what she was so intrigued about, that she would get the valentine from me after hearing something about me and still come here to my office to have me do whatever it was she had heard.

  I shut and locked the door and began walking back to the table.

  "It would be a little out of the ordinary to discuss such things with my… potential boss… now, wouldn’t it?" she asked me, as I sat back down.

  She sat opposite me, her fingers resting ever-so-slightly on the polished wood.

  She looked at me, coolly.

  "It might be unusual but it’s not unethical," I told her. "What I do in my off hours, shall we say, are separate from my work life. Any kind of mentorship you have with me in here is not considered when it comes to your work for me out there.”

  A cold smile spread across her face.

  "I see. I was wondering about some of the activities you've been getting up to on your time off, Master William."

  Jocelyn was expecting a reaction. I know she was talking about the Dark Club. But I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of letting her know this.

  When I simply folded my hands atop the table and looked at her, expectantly, she deflated a little. She could almost hide it, but not quite.

  "You really should be more careful," she said, giving me that challenge she must know I loved. "Anyone looking into your life might find out you have certain… proclivities."

  She was right about that.

  I had proclivities, alright.

  If that was what she wanted to call them.

  I uncapped a pen, and busied myself with the paperwork that was still sitting in front of me. "I'll be sure to take that under advisement."

  She let out a small, incredulous noise.

  "Are you really acting as if you’re blowing me off, Mr. Davies? You don’t think I know about your little secrets? I’ve heard about how you stand on a stage in leather pants, holding a whip, with a half-naked girl ready to be spanked."

  Keeping my eyes fixed on the paper, I continued to write. I didn’t let her know how glad I was that she had revealed what she knew about me. If she knew that and had still come to my office, then she must be down to play.

  "Why are you here if you have a problem with such things, Ms. Harkins?"

  There was a moment of silence. Finally, she sighed.

  “I guess I should be the one asking you why you gave me a valentine asking me to come here.”

  I stopped, smiled, and lifted my eyes to her pretty face.

  “Maybe because I wanted you to come let me mentor you,” I told her. “In more ways than one.”

  Her lips parted slightly, and she laughed, but with slightly less of the cold that she had been using at first.

  "You just told me to go away," she said, softly. "William, if you want to try and throw me off with transparent flirtation, you'll need to be a little less obvious than that. I know you alpha males think you can do what you want, but maybe try to be more subtle about it."

  "Human emotion is complicated," I deadpanned, setting my pen back on its holder. "Haven't you ever had conflicting feelings about someone?"

  She looked at me for a long moment.

  "Yes," she said, at last, licking her lips reflexively.

  "Well, there you have it," I said. "I imagine you've had to deal with plenty of unwanted attention from the opposite gender."

  I was trying to confirm my suspicions that she was a virgin. She didn’t seem to want to give up that information, though.

  "I have," she said, looking at me cautiously. "But we were talking about you."

  "You were talking about me," I corrected her. "I don't find that very interesting. I already know everything there is to know, you see. I'd much rather talk about you."

  She let out another laugh, this one with even more genuine music to it.

  "I think you already know about me," she told me. “After all, weren’t you on a committee to select me as a candidate for an internship?”

  She was right about that. In a different way than she knew. There were a lot of people selected to be interns and I wasn’t a large part of the committee that decided that. But after looking her up last night, I did know a lot about her.

  But I still wanted to know more.

  Knowledge was power, and I wanted enough of it to make me strong enough to consume her completely. I wanted to claim her as my own and make it so that she would never even look at another guy again.

  I kept looking at her, silent, until her face reddened slightly, until she looked away.

  "I don’t know enough about you," I said, "so I can only continue on with this mentorship if you'll agree to answer twenty questions."

  Her forehead crinkled slightly.

  "Twenty... questions?" she echoed, and I could tell that her mind racing to understand
what game I was playing. "I don't understand. There are certain things I can't discuss, with my boss, or, almost-boss…"

  "With this mentorship in place, you can discuss anything you want with me," I cut in. "Including answering my personal questions."

  She took a deep breath, and I watched her full breasts rise and fall under the slim cut of her suit jacket. I couldn’t wait to see them naked, with nothing standing in between her nipples and my eyes.

  "Mr. Davies, I don't want to play games."

  "That's too bad," I said, picking up some papers that were on the table in front of me and moving them towards the folder.

  "Wait." She swallowed audibly. "What if I refuse to answer one of the questions?"

  "Then I get another try," I said. "Unlimited questions until you've answered twenty of them. Honestly."

  She laughed.

  "How will you know?"

  I just raised my eyebrows slightly.

  "I'll know."

  Jocelyn rolled her eyes.

  "I can't believe I'm doing this."

  "I can't believe I am, either," I told her, honestly.

  I was never this into a woman, to take such risks for her. I shouldn’t be doing this with her, but I couldn’t help it.

  She smiled coolly. "I’ll try to answer your questions.”

  Nodding, I glanced down at my desk, and then back up at her face.

  "Has a boss ever been attracted to you before?"

  She let out a long, measured breath.

  "How would I know?"

  I tapped my index fingers together, lightly.

  "That's not an answer, Jocelyn. Should I move on to the next question? Just so you know - they get progressively more personal."

  Jocelyn rolled her eyes.

  "Yes," she said. "Next question."

  "Were you attracted to him?"

  Her smile came slowly, the most genuine expression I'd ever seen from her.

  "I didn't say it was a him."

  Laying my forearms down on the desk, I leaned forward slightly.

  "That's not an answer."

  With a slight laugh, she tilted back in her seat.

  "All right, fine. Yes. I had a boss back at a summer job in college, and I was attracted to him at first."