So Good for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “No one’s ever fucked this little pussy of yours?” he asked, as he started playing with my clit.

  I shook my head.

  It was swollen and red and slippery wet already, thanks to the vibrator. My pussy hole was dripping out into his hand as he played with me.

  “No one’s ever slid their cock inside your tight little pussy hole?”

  I moaned out a no, and then I felt him start to do just that.

  This was it, and it felt amazing.

  He spread my pussy lips open with his cock, pushing further inside me. I accepted him happily, until I felt a tear and jumped slightly, saying, “Oww.”

  “Are you okay, my pet?” he asked, cupping one of my ass cheeks in his hand. “Do you need me to stop?”

  “I’m fine,” I told him, glad he was being so gentle but also needing to feel his whole cock filling me up completely. “Keep going.”

  “Okay,” he said, continuing to push further inside me. “Soon it will start to feel good. Just relax let your master take your virginity.”

  I did, instinctively, because he was right – it soon felt much better. My pussy relaxed and opened all the way up to him, as he stuffed his big cock all the way inside me.

  “There you go, good girl,” he said, lightly spanking my ass. “That’s a good pet. Opening up for your master and letting me do what I want to you. And doing anything for me that I want you to, including wearing that vibrator for me this morning. Good girl. Good pet.”

  He was playing with my nipple and with his other hand he reached around and played with my clit some more as his cock went in and out of me.

  It felt so good, I let out a moan that was probably louder than it should have been, since we were at work, but I couldn’t help it.

  “I’m cumming, Master,” I told him, leaning back and sliding all over his cock.

  “Good,” he said. “Cum on my big cock. Because I’m going to take care of you. You’ll be my beloved, sweet little pet.”

  I felt the wave of an orgasm wash over me, with another close on its tail.

  Something told me it was going to be okay. He really did care about me. Even though he took other women for his pets in the past, he seemed to be really into me. He had even called me his “Beloved.”

  I was sure everyone thought that about him. I didn’t want to be fooled. But I also didn’t want to close my heart off to love.

  “I’m going to cum, my sweet pet.”

  I felt him throb and pulse inside me as the two of us melded into one. I couldn’t help but feel we were in love.

  Chapter 12 - William

  A few weeks later, I was still “mentoring” Jocelyn every chance I could get.

  And by mentoring her, I meant fucking her brains out.

  I loved being with her physically. But I knew I was falling for her romantically, too.

  It was something I had never done before with any of my pets: love.

  But it felt right with her.

  Today, we were going over the results of the mediation. We had won, and the firm was very impressed with Jocelyn. She was going to be hired on as a full-time associate.

  I had an aching need to take her up against the window again, in celebration.

  “Assume the position,” I commanded her, once we had put the decision away.

  “Yes, sir.”

  She walked over to the glass and I followed her, taking off her clothes and then mine.

  With one hand on her hip to steady her, I slid inside, agonizingly slow. After all the waiting, somehow, I still wanted to make it last. She moaned, head thrown back, exposing her neck for me to bite. I sucked hard enough to leave a mark she wouldn't be able to hide on the way out.

  Her hands squeaked on the glass.

  "What if someone walks in?" she whispered, arching her back to take me deeper.

  That was always the question.

  It was now a fun game between us.

  But the forbidden nature of what we were doing was still there, making this all even hotter.

  "They'll leave." I nibbled on her earlobe. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, when you're trying not to scream? Gushing all over your panties in the middle of a serious legal meeting?"

  I still couldn’t stop thinking about that mediation that she’d won, even with a vibrator pleasuring her.

  "I think I have a little bit of an idea." I heard her smiling. "I could see you grabbing your dick under the table, by the way. Everyone could."

  "Not everyone was watching." I sighed. "Just you."

  "I sure hope so," she breathed.

  "Hmm. And your little show was very subtle. I'm sure no one suspects a thing."

  "I got the job done."

  She shuddered as I slid my hand around to the front of her luscious, curvaceous body, trailing it down to the space where we were joined.

  "That's all that matters. No one's going to ask me if I had an orgasm in the middle of a mediation because some egotistical asshole forced me to wear a vibrator."

  "Ah, yes." I hurried to put on a condom and then I thrust in deep, rubbing her clit in time with my movements. "I really twisted your arm, didn't I?"

  "You said I had to do what you wanted," she panted, "and you’re my boss. So I was only complying."

  "You know your job here is secure no matter what," I growled. " The whole thing was a pretense to get to me. You were curious, and you were aroused."

  I pinched her sensitive flesh, and she bit back a shriek.

  "How many times did you get off, touching yourself while thinking about me?"

  "Fuck you."

  Her chest was heaving, her body quivering on the edge of another climax.

  "Tell me." I pulled my hand away. "Tell me, or you don't cum again."

  "Four," she spat, her inner muscles tightening around me already. "Four in two hours. The last there were all in the same session. I couldn't stop. You turned me on so fucking much I thought I was going crazy."

  I lost control then, slamming into her so hard and fast that the window rattled. I grabbed her hips so hard it must have hurt, pressing my chest against her back until I could feel her every moan vibrating through my body. She tumbled into rapture, her cunt clenching so hard it almost hurt me, ripping my own orgasm from deep inside.

  It felt endless.

  When I came down, Jocelyn and I were still locked together, and she wasn't making any attempts to beat a hasty retreat. Not this time. She made a small noise, almost a purr, and I realized that her hand was pressed against mine on the window.

  She whimpered in protest when I pulled out.

  There was a soft half-smile on her face when she turned around. The fire was still in her eyes, but I'd stoked it into something different. Something new.

  "Your cock feels even better than I imagined," she said. "Just for the record."

  I glanced behind me.

  "I don't see a stenographer here. I think that'll have to stay unofficial for now."

  "Jesus." She laughed. "You just can't switch it off, can you?"

  I composed myself quickly, resisting the urge to kiss her. She wanted it. She wanted it, but she wasn't going to take it. And the look in her eyes told me she wanted the same thing I did: love. With me.

  But I couldn’t help but hold back a bit, to make sure I was ready to give that to her the way she deserved.

  "I really do have work to do," I told her, trying to sound matter-of-fact instead of apologetic.

  "Sure," she said, her face falling slightly. "Of course."

  “Next time you want to see me, come to me,” I told her. “I’ll be waiting. We’ll have another lesson.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, and left.

  Chapter 13 - William

  The next time she came to me, it was a weekend, when both of us were at the office, working. She was in yoga pants with a loose ponytail and no bra under her faded t-shirt.

  And as soon as I ope
ned my office door to her, she said:

  "I want you to spank me."

  I stared at her.

  "Come in, Jocelyn."

  I wondered how many people who weren't in her workout classes got a chance to see her like this. Utterly casual, irresistibly sexy. I wanted to spank her, until she cried, and I wanted to fuck her like I did in the conference room.

  Except it wasn't really fucking, and that was the problem. I'd practically made love to her in front of that window. I hadn't meant to. But she'd felt it.

  I couldn't let myself go down that road, could I? I wanted to, but I held back. Not with her, my employee, who I wasn’t supposed to be having sex with, let alone falling in love with.

  The way she'd crumpled on my office floor, after I’d touched her let me know she was confused, conflicted, ashamed of her desires and angry at me for awakening them. Even if she didn't always show it, the resentment was a vein running deep.

  "I’ll spank you if you really want me to, Jocelyn," I told her, hating myself for saying it. “But I’ll warn you that you might not like it. It will attach you to me in ways you might not be ready for.”

  She swallowed thickly.

  "I don't know what you mean," she said, her voice slightly rough. "I just asked you to spank me, not take me out on a date."

  I looked at her, carefully. Searchingly. I wanted to believe she could just be my normal pet, not my beloved pet, not my sweet pet.

  But I knew we were both in too deep to go back to that possibility.

  "This is what you do, isn't it?" she crossed her arms. "You spank women, at that club.”

  Well, I used to do that. But I hadn’t had any desire to, since I’d met her. All I was able to think about or want was Jocelyn.

  “That's all I'm asking for,” she said. “I don't expect anything else."

  I decided to take her at her word.

  She followed me downstairs I have that lead from my office to a secret chamber, and I selected one of my smallest paddles from the wall. I have a whole room down here. But I haven’t wanted to use it for anyone but her.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned her to lay down across my lap.

  She eyed the paddle.

  "Not your hand?"

  "You didn't specify."

  I took a moment to admire the view, the black fabric clinging so tightly to her ass that it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I enjoyed looking at the curvy plain of her ass that was waiting for me to take it over. Then, I spanked her.

  I spanked her again and again, past what I thought she would endure. When I finally paused, she looked up at me.

  "What?" she demanded.

  "I'm going to need you to stop that."

  My grip on the paddle was very tight.

  "What?"

  "Squirming."

  A wicked smile spread across her face, and she wiggled on purpose. I groaned, gritting my teeth, and spanked her once more for good measure.

  "I mean it," I said, pushing her off. "I know you said you wanted to humiliate me but making me cum in my pants is a step too far. And I’m about to do that, if you don’t stop."

  She laughed, tumbling down onto her knees in front of me.

  "Hopefully it's not too humiliating if I suck your cock."

  She licked her lips, but she didn't make a move towards me. This was her way, I realized, of asking permission.

  But it wasn't good enough.

  "Beg."

  She raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

  "Uh... please, can I suck your cock, Boss? Master?"

  "Like you mean it."

  I unzipped, watching her eyes on me, hungry, wanting.

  "Please, my Master. Can I suck your cock?"

  There was still a tinge of irritation in her voice.

  "Not with that attitude."

  My mouth twisted into a smile. Her eyes bored into mine, and I could tell she was fighting the desire to tell me I was being ridiculous.

  "Please." She swallowed, her eyes flickering down to the floor. "Please, Master, can I suck your big, hard cock?"

  I gave a single nod.

  She moaned as I slid into her mouth.

  I'd made her ask, so she was grateful, eager, like I was actually doing her a favor. Like she had to beg, to be worthy of me. The act of asking permission made it come true. She was enraptured.

  And the feeling was mutual.

  She was my sweet, beloved pet. Now and forever.

  Epilogue - Jocelyn

  Three Months Later

  The house is eerily quiet when I get home.

  “Master?” I call out.

  There’s no answer, but that’s not necessarily a surprise. It’s taken some getting used to, living in William’s mansion. Not that I’m complaining, of course, but the sheer size of it is a little overwhelming.

  It’s strange to be able to “lose” someone in my house. And it is my house now. That’s still a little hard for me to believe, even though I’ve been living here for a while, with William. I just never expected this kind of life for myself.

  But, happily, even though I’m his pet, my life is still mine, too. I’m flourishing in my own right. Thanks in large part to his help.

  “Boss?” I call, hanging up my coat and walking down the hall.

  I had been out running a quick errand early this morning so that William and I could enjoy the rest of our Saturday together. It had been a while since both of us had actually just relaxed on a weekend day.

  As I get further inside, I begin to hear soft music playing. Curious, I follow the sound. Whatever it is, it’s beautiful, a solo piano playing a delicate, lilting melody, and it draws me down the hall to our bedroom.

  “William?” I call as I open the door.

  The sight inside steals my breath. William sits casually at the end of our bed. The light in the room is dimmed by blinds, but replaced by soft and flickering candles, and an explosion of rose petals are scattered all over the bed and the floor.

  “What’s all this?” I ask softly, a smile creeping over my face.

  He rises to his feet, and for a moment, the rest of the romantic scene he’s set falls away. All I can see is him. He closes the distance between us and grips my chin in his hand.

  “Jocelyn, my sweet, beloved pet,” he brushes a lock of my hair out of my face, and the worshipful gaze he’s eyeing me with steals my breath, “There are a thousand things I want to say, but I don’t want to mince words, so I’m going to keep this simple.”

  He reaches into his pocket, and even though a part of me knows exactly what’s coming, my heart skips a beat. When he drops down to one knee and opens the little velvet box, I see the large, glittering diamond and tears spring to my eyes.

  “I love you, Jocelyn, and I want you to be mine. Forever. Will you be my wife?”

  I blink back the tears and nod.

  “Yes,” I choke out, “Yes, sir.”

  It coaxes a laugh out of him, and he rises to both feet and slides the ring onto my finger, then bends to claim my mouth with his own.

  My arms coil around his neck. My husband-to-be. I can’t believe it. And I’ve never been happier.

  His tongue parts the seam of my lips and I let out a soft moan. I feel his erection pressed against me and heat blooms between my thighs. He reaches behind me and unzips my dress, then tugs the sleeves down my arms and lets the whole thing fall in a heap on the floor. I’m not wearing a bra and my breasts spill free into his waiting hands.

  He lays me down on the bed and I tremble in anticipation, not sure what sort of naughty games my fiancé will want to play to celebrate our new engagement. But to my surprise, his hands and his lips are gentle as they work their way down my body.

  His fingers dip under the waistband of my panties and whisk them down, flinging them aside before parting my thighs. He inhales deeply and I feel a flush of embarrassment spread over my skin.

  His tongue
runs along the length of my slit and I gasp.

  “How does that feel, Pet?”

  “S-so good, Master,” I whimper.

  It’s new and different, this soft, tender lovemaking, and I’m pleased to find that I like it just as well as the rough and wild fucking we normally do.

  “Guide me,” he directs, “tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  I’m surprised by the instruction. It’s a switch, me giving the orders for a change, but I feel a little thrill at the idea.

  “Suck on it,” I blurt out before I can stop myself, “Suck on my clit.”

  He obeys, pursing his lips around the sensitive little bud and sucking, sending stars shooting across my vision.

  “Oh, yes, yes, thank you, Master!” I shriek, “Just like that, keep going, please.”

  William plunges a finger into my pussy while he sucks on my clit, and the added sensation is almost more than I can stand, the pleasure climbing so fast it’s dizzying. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please make me cum!”

  My moans and pleas turn into incoherent babble as the orgasm rips through me and my juices spill into William’s eager, waiting mouth.

  Before I can even finish coming to, he’s repositioned himself and tugged his cock out through his zipper. I start to sit up, even as my body is still shaking and rippling with aftershocks, but he gently pushes me back down.

  “Tell me what you want,” he directs me again.

  “I want—”

  My face flames and my words fail me.

  Dirty talk is one thing, but this, commanding him this way, is new to me, and I feel a sudden embarrassment I thought I had long since overcome.

  I turn my face away, averting my gaze, but William grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.

  “Tell me, Pet,” he croons.

  I look into his eyes and all I see is love, pure and simple, and it floods me and fills my heart.

  “I want you,” I whisper, “I want to feel you inside me, please. Fuck me. Love me.”