His Rules Bundle (BDSM Erotica)

by Lyla Sinclair

  If I really wanted to get to know Richard, I should consider myself lucky he hadn’t thrown me out already.

  “Richard, can I explain?” I asked. “About Sven and—“

  “I’d say it was self-explanatory.”

  I wasn’t sure if he meant the confused situation or the fact that I’d been enjoying myself so much with Sven.

  “I came to see you, Richard.”

  “Yet, it was Sven making you moan when I walked in.”

  “Richard—“

  “Just get in the shower if you don’t want to leave. I need a minute.”

  I gave up and walked into the bathroom. The floors and countertops were brown and black marble. The shower was a huge glass walk-in. I fiddled with the buttons just inside the glass door until I figured out what they did. They operated two removable shower heads, three different choices of lighting, and the piece d resistance—a “rain” shower that came from above like being caught naked in a delightful warm downpour.

  I’d never had a bath so decadent before in my life, so I lingered in the “rain,” even after I’d washed my body and hair. Besides, I wasn’t sure how to act or what to do when I came face-to-face with Richard.

  I closed my eyes as the mortification swept over me again. What had I done? Obviously, I should have waited for Richard before letting Sven touch me, but what about the little demonstration that took place once Richard came home? Was it a test? Should I have said “no”?

  The shower door made a sound and my eyes popped open. Richard stepped in naked. As my gaze swept over his bare body for only the second time, I felt something I hadn’t felt for Sven—

  All-encompassing desire.

  Richard had both a maturity and a mystery about him the younger man lacked, and without the camouflage of his dark turtleneck, the muscles in his arms and torso couldn’t be overlooked. His skin wasn’t golden like Sven’s. It was a deeper, darker, more dangerous color.

  When he came close, he reached up and put his hand to my throat, pushing my chin up with his thumb, forcing me to meet his gaze. His jaw was tense. His eyes accusatory.

  “I went looking for you after we met, and I found you.”

  “I know,” I said.

  “And did you come here to be with me? Or did you expect another wild orgy like the night we met?”

  “No. All I could think about was you—at the party and afterward. I only did what you told me to do that night.”

  “But you obviously changed your mind when you met Sven.”

  “No, Richard. I swear I was disappointed you weren’t here.” It was hard to swallow with my neck still restrained in his hand, but at least he was meeting my gaze and we were talking.

  “You didn’t look disappointed.”

  I was desperate for him to understand how badly I wanted to be with him. Just him.

  “I thought you didn’t want me for yourself after all. I thought this was more of the unusual sexual goings on here—it was obvious the night of the game wasn’t the first time,” I replied. “Sven said I was here for him.”

  “And you couldn’t wait a few minutes to verify the situation before getting naked with him?”

  Boy did my explanation seem lame in hindsight. “I wanted you, Richard. I still want you.” What else could I say?

  He narrowed his eyes at me and shook his head almost imperceptibly as if trying to shake out a thought. But when I glanced down, I saw his cock was hard and ready. Ready for me.

  His fingers pressed harder into the back of my neck.

  “I don’t know what to make of you,” he said. “I just know I want you…but I don’t want to get lost in those soft blue eyes again. Not today.”

  What did that mean? Was it over between us? Over for today?

  He released my neck and grasped my arm, using it to turn me around so my back was to him. He grasped my hips and pulled them back until my ass pressed against his hard cock.

  I had to put my palms against the shower wall to stabilize myself. His lips were at my ear. “I don’t want to please you, Lauren. I don’t want to make love to you. I want a hard, angry fuck.”

  My entire body tingled at his last words. I wanted it, angry or not.

  He adjusted his cock so it lingered at the entrance to my pussy. I would have him inside me today after all. I moved my hips forward and back in a fucking motion, trying to get him to fully engage, wanting his cock inside me more than anything.

  He slid his hands up to my breasts.

  “You hurt me,” he said, as he squeezed my nipples so hard, the pain shot through my entire body.

  “Ow…ohhh…”

  He thrust his cock into me, pulled back and thrust in again harder. My pussy was stretched to the limit. It felt so good to be full of him. He relaxed the grip on my nipples, then pinched them again as he gave me another hard thrust.

  My body was shocked by the harshness, yet the animalistic onslaught satisfied a craving I didn’t know I’d had before.

  “Mmmm…so tight,” he murmured. “ So tight, but so fickle. It wanted Sven, didn’t it?”

  I shook my head. “No—”

  Grasping my hips, he dug his fingers into my skin and held me still as he delivered one hard thrust after another. I was pushed up onto my toes by the force. My calves cried out for mercy, but the rest of my body was so hot the water that rained down upon us no longer felt warm in comparison.

  “Whose cock is inside you, Lauren?” He punctuated the question with another violent thrust.

  “Yours,” I replied.

  “Whose?” he asked as he rocketed himself into me again.

  “Yours…” I realized what he wanted. “Yours, Richard. You are inside me. Richard’s cock is inside me.”

  “Do you wish it was Sven now?” he asked, digging his fingers more deeply into my skin.

  “No…never… Just you Richard.”

  He moved his hand to my pelvic bone and pushed back, changing the angle of his cock inside my pussy. Then he thrust again, apparently, hitting some special spot. I cried out, a surprised high-pitched sound.

  He repeated the movement in short bursts, hitting the exact place over and over.

  “O-o-o-o…” I cried.

  It was like having a hundred split second orgasms.

  I wished he would slide his fingers between my pussy lips. Even though I’d come hard from Sven’s attentive efforts, Richard’s cock was already making me come-crazy. Jolt after jolt of pleasure from his cock without the final release had me dizzy with need.

  My hips began to writhe and undulate involuntarily, but he applied more pressure to them with his hands and held them still.

  “Please Richard!” I cried, hoping he’d help me come. Hoping we could come together and everything would be made right between us. I’d never been so physically or emotionally needy.

  He tensed and groaned then convulsed behind me, seemingly losing control of his body so that I had to press harder on the wall to keep us upright.

  Wrapping his arms tightly around me from behind, he held me, as I became aware of the warm water flowing over us again. There was something about this intimate position that felt so right with him.

  Once his breathing slowed, he released me and pulled his cock from inside me too soon. I missed him and wanted him back. I wondered if he’d felt anything other than lust and anger.

  I gathered my courage and turned slowly to face him…just in time to see him step out of the shower.

  Chapter Four

  When I came out of the bathroom, I expected to see Richard, but instead I found my clothes laid out neatly on the bed. I took the hint and put them on, wondering if he had left the house entirely.

  After I got dressed, I went back into the bathroom and combed through my wet hair with my fingers. Actually, I was stalling, hoping Richard would return. As I went back into the bedroom and lifted my purse off the bed, I heard papers rustle. Realizing the sound was coming from Richard’s office, I walked toward the door.

  It
was encouraging that he’d stayed so close, wasn’t it?

  I tapped on the open door.

  “Come in,” he said. No smile. Back to the poker face. “What can I do for you?”

  What? That was the same thing the banker had said to me a few days ago when I went to open a new account. Could he be any more impersonal?

  “I feel like everything got confused today…messed up.”

  He watched me silently.

  “Things didn’t go exactly as I expected.”

  “Nor as I did,” he replied.

  “I was truly disappointed when Sven told me I was there for him and not you.”

  He didn’t reply.

  “I’ve thought of nothing but you since we met. I was hoping you wanted time alone with me.”

  “Yet you managed to make the best of the situation pretty quickly, since my meeting only put me about fifteen minutes late.”

  I was starting to get angry. It was a misunderstanding. How long was he going to keep beating this dead horse? I had every reason to believe that strange sexual situations could occur in this house with his blessing.

  “Look, the only time I’d met you before was at what turned out to be the wildest Monopoly party I’ve ever seen…or heard of. When Sven was here instead of you, I thought it was more of your—can you please stop giving me that look?”

  “What look is that?”

  “The heartless one.”

  “If I’m heartless, it’s because the last time I gave my heart to a woman, she had it for lunch.”

  Now I felt rotten. I’d joined the list of women who ate Richard’s heart.

  “I’m sorry. Was it recent?”

  “Ten years ago. Since then, I’ve busied myself with activities that would make it highly unlikely I’d meet a woman who could—” He stopped abruptly. He’d obviously confessed more than he’d wanted to.

  “Why don’t we just cut our losses and move on?” he suggested as though we were talking about some insignificant business investment.

  “Because I think we could have something together and I don’t want to blow it off so easily. I think you and I both know that doesn’t happen every day.”

  “Okay. If you insist.” He let the papers he was holding flutter down to the desk. “I’ll call you again soon. You will be here for me and no other men, just so there is no further misunderstanding.” He said the last word sarcastically as though it was still in question. “But you have something to prove next time. If you come, be prepared to follow my instructions to the letter. Anything I want you to do. Anything I want to do to you.”

  I thought for a moment. Richard was obviously much more sexually experienced than I was. What would he expect?

  “What do you have in mind?” I asked.

  “Oh, I have all sorts of things in mind,” he replied. “But they would all be a surprise to you.”

  “I’m not normally a person who’s crazy about surprises.”

  “I’ve already figured that out about you. But you said you wanted to be here with me. For us to have a chance, you’ll have to satisfy me in a way that wipes the memory of you and Sven from my mind permanently.”

  I wanted to be with Richard so badly, but he obviously held a grudge. What would happen if I came back? I didn’t know him that well. I tried to move all the conflicting emotions to the logical side of my brain—the one I used to crunch all those numbers. But there didn’t seem to be any place for this decision there.

  “Okay,” I found myself saying. “I’ll come back.”

  “And you’re willing to allow your body to be enslaved by me? Completely at my disposal?”

  I got hot all over, just thinking about my body being enslaved by him.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Okay. You’ll hear from me soon.”

  He resumed his work and I turned to go.

  “And Lauren?”

  I turned back toward him. “Yes?”

  “When you come, bring a toothbrush and plan to stay until I allow you to go.”

  I walked from his office on wobbly legs, desperate to experience what he had in store for me, yet fearful of what was to come.

  ~

  Taken Completely

  Chapter One

  “Good evening Miss Hughes. Mr. Benson has asked me to show you to his suite.”

  “Thank you,” I replied, attempting to sound casual.

  The impeccably dressed man who answered the door was the same elderly butler who’d shown me to the “rumpus room” the first night I’d visited the mansion using someone else’s party invitation. The wild decadent night seemed like a dream now.

  When we passed the doors, I noticed all the divans were gone and it had been turned back into the ballroom it probably was in the first place, with tables and chairs and a dance floor.

  As I followed the butler through the house, I recognized the route we were taking through the dark wood corridor that encircled the ballroom. This was the hall Richard had practically dragged me through the second time I came here. After the misunderstanding. After he’d watched Sven pleasure me and witnessed my writhing, panting response.

  It was all a stupid mistake but Richard was so angry with me, he’d wanted to call off any possible relationship between us before we even got started. Before we got a chance to find out if there was more than lust between us.

  Crazed.

  I had to be lust-crazed over him to agree to try to appease his anger on this, my third visit, by doing absolutely anything he asked of me. In effect, I’d agreed to be his sex slave.

  And instead of having second thoughts for the past two weeks, I’d been on pins and needles, wondering if he would really summon me back into his tall, dark, and mysterious presence.

  I couldn’t concentrate on work. I held my cell phone in my hand every night—all night—waiting. I was a partner in a prestigious CPA firm, but here I was acting like a horny teenage girl.

  When we reached Richard’s master bedroom at the back of the house, the butler ushered me inside, but Richard was nowhere in sight. The door to his office and bathroom were closed this time. I wondered if he was in one of those rooms or somewhere else in this massive home. Or maybe off the premises completely.

  I cleared my throat. “Is Richard here?” I asked. I could hear the quiver in my voice. No matter how desperate I’d been to get back into this house, now that the day was here, I was a nervous wreck.

  Richard told me if I returned he’d expect to have complete access, complete control over my body and my actions. I couldn’t imagine what that might mean.

  Instead of answering my question, the butler simply handed me an envelope and said, “This is from Mr. Benson.”

  He walked out and closed the door behind him.

  My hands shook as I tore the envelope open. I pulled out the single page inside and read the note.

  Lauren,

  If you remain here, you will be mine in every way tonight. You are not to question anything I ask of you. You will obey my instructions to the letter. If you disobey, you will be punished. You will address me respectfully as “Master” or “Sir,” not by my given name. If I find you still in my room when I return, I will assume you have agreed to these terms.

  Your first instructions are as follows: Remove every stitch of clothing from your body, including your shoes. Fold the clothes neatly and place them in the bottom drawer of my chest of drawers. If your hair is bound or pulled back in any way, release it. Also remove any jewelry you are wearing and place it on the silver plate on my dresser. Stand quietly and wait for me.

  Master

  I stared at the page for a few moments in shock. Did he really expect me to call him “Master”? And did I really want to stay and submit myself to his whims?

  I swallowed hard and sucked in a shaky breath, already knowing the answer. Slowly, I removed my proper tan business suit, the lacey pink lingerie Richard apparently had no interest in, and, finally, my high heels. After folding everything and storing it, I r
eleased my strawberry blonde hair from the up-do I’d gone to so much trouble to arrange. I removed my earrings and my favorite gold braided ring and placed them on the dresser.

  I caught a glimpse of myself in the dresser mirror and was shocked again at the state of my pussy lips. Richard’s emailed invitation had also contained an instruction—that I get a full Brazilian bikini wax before I returned. Strange how seeing my crotch like that, without even the tiniest tuft of hair to protect it, made me feel so much more vulnerable.

  Turning away, I paced back toward the middle of the room. He’d told me to stand and wait for him. Stand where? Which way should I face? Where would he come from? I turned one way and then the other. I glanced at the drawer containing my clothing and considered putting it back on and leaving…

  Ha! There was no way I was leaving. I didn’t care if I had to be Richard’s slave to get back into his good graces. I didn’t care if he was still angry with me and this was some sort of revenge. All I cared about was seeing him again.

  I was obsessed.

  The bedroom door opened and Richard entered, wearing an expensive tuxedo and his usual enigmatic expression.

  I crossed my arms, even more uncomfortable now. Obviously, one of us was not dressed appropriately for tonight.

  “I see you’ve arrived,” he said casually. “Did you follow my instructions?”

  I held my hands out in an expression that meant, “Isn’t it obvious I did?” but he pretended not to notice.

  “Turn around,” he said. I turned my back to him. “All right, now turn toward me.” I obeyed. “Now lift your hair.” I did. He seemed to be making sure I’d removed all jewelry. “Now lie down on the bed.”

  Were we going to have sex immediately? That would be a nice change. I felt a small surge of energy—or maybe just cream—flow down from my abdomen to my crotch. I lay on the bed, awaiting his warm body.

  Why wasn’t he getting undressed? Instead he walked to the foot of the bed and said, “Put the soles of your feet together.”