Forbidden Pleasures (NSC Industries #11)

by D H Sidebottom

  Both Fran and Jay watched me silently as I teetered to the lift and dived inside. “Jesus bloody Christ, Bea!” I scolded myself as the doors started to close.

  I jumped when a hand slammed in the middle, the doors sliding back open. Jay smirked at me as he handed me the files he’d picked up for me. I blew out a breath and smiled tiredly. “Thank you.”

  He smiled and winked. “No trouble.”

  I cringed when he stepped inside with me, my cheeks flushing when he grinned at me. “I’m going up,” I told him as I pressed the button for the top floor and waited for him to reveal which floor he wanted.

  He chuckled and I frowned. “Make’s a change,” he sniggered. “You’re usually going down on me.” Both our eyes widened when the context of his words were taken the wrong way. “Well,” he smirked harder. “What I meant was you’re always falling down when I’m around but the thought’s nice.”

  My jaw dropped but I chuckled when he beamed at me and waggled his eyebrows. “The best thing is,” I scoffed, “is that I’m never really clumsy. Dunno what the heck is going off lately.”

  He shrugged but his eyes fixed on me, the intensity of his sudden dark look making my heart beat a little quicker. “It must be just when I’m about then.”

  I stared back, my mouth unable to form the words my brain was telling it to say. The air in the small cubicle seemed to be forced out through the four walls and my throat tightened with the lack of oxygen to my lungs. I couldn’t tell what the hell he was thinking, his expression serious and almost foreboding but a heat radiated from the brightness of his pure blue gaze.

  We both stood quiet and still for the remainder of the journey up but I jumped when the doors slid back open on the fourteenth floor. “This is me,” I said stupidly.

  He blinked and smiled as he turned his head to look out of the doors into the corridor when someone stood waiting. I frowned when Jay’s eyes widened and I turned to look at the man waiting to enter the elevator.

  “Fuck!” Jay hissed under his breath just before the guy launched himself inside with us and swung for Jay. His fist caught him straight in his left eye, the crack echoing around the small area. I winced and stepped back, pressing my back into the wall as the doors closed once again and we started to descend the shaft.

  “What the hell!” I blurted, my voice a high squeal when Jay tackled his attacker to the floor, the front of his body squashed against the cold floor tiles as Jay straddled his back and held him down.

  “You bastard!” the man screamed. “You fucked her! You fucked her!”

  I narrowed my eyes when Jay leaned forward and brought his mouth to the man’s ear. “No, you twat. She fucked me!”

  “You think this is funny?” the man raged as he struggled beneath Jay’s strength. I was still pressed as far back as possible, my eyes flicking between both men as they spat and growled at one another. “She’s my wife, you cunt!”

  Jay winced and as if just realising I was there, he turned to look at me just as the doors opened again. “Ground floor,” the mechanical voice advised.

  “Get out Beatrice,” Jay ordered.

  I looked at him. I didn’t understand why I was disappointed in him. I knew he’d be the type to fuck married women but having it confirmed strangely hurt as well as saddened me.

  A mass of shocked gasps brought my attention to the people stood waiting for the lift. Jay still held my gaze, his sombre expression showing his guilt as his shameful gaze apologised to me.

  I shook my head. “Don’t apologise to me, Jay. For one, it’s none of my business and two,” I looked at the man on the floor, his devastation raw and clear. “He should have hit you harder.”

  Leaving Jay closing his eyes, I walked out of the lift and took the other one back up to the fourteenth floor.

  Chapter 6

  Jay

  Saturday night, I sensed her as soon as she walked into the huge ballroom. Her delicious body was encased in a knee-length pale blue dress, the light material skimming over her curves almost torturously. Her long blonde waves fell down her shoulders and framed her tits and the huge dip in the back of her dress, the groove of her spine a path for my tongue to worship. My dick hardened, again. I couldn’t understand my need for her. Yes, she was a looker, her body made for my specific requirement, slim but with the soft suppleness of flesh I liked to dig my fingers into. Her steel grey eyes showed every single emotion and whenever she smiled her eyes lit up, turning the dull grey to a glint of silver. I could almost taste her, the image of her thighs wrapped around my shoulders making my gut twist painfully. But it was the vision of her body tied and hung, her wrists bound in leather, her pretty neck adorned in a lace collar, her breasts swollen from my abuse and her cunt wet from each and every orgasm I could give her that made my heart stutter inside my chest.

  Yet now I’d fucked it all up.

  She was surrounded by people as soon as she entered, the mass of folk around her making my chest growl. I needed to get her alone to apologise. Fuck that damn prick and his big mouth. His wife, Katherine, had been a whore in the bedroom. I knew she was married but that didn’t stop her opening her legs for me, so why the fuck should it stop me giving her what she had so desperately needed. If her husband had put out in the first place and given his wife the pain she needed then she wouldn’t have strayed from his bed. Ignorant bastard.

  I made my way across the room when Beatrice leaned on the bar and ordered a drink. She smiled at the barman when he handed her a glass of wine.

  “I’ll get this,” I told the barman when Beatrice rummaged in her bag.

  She snapped her face to me. “I don’t think so, thank you.”

  The tone of her voice made my blood heat with anger and my mouth dry with arousal. “Don’t judge when you don’t know, Bea.”

  She scoffed and shoved the ten pounds at the confused barman as he glanced from me to Bea. He pushed it back, “Free bar, love.”

  She nodded firmly at him then glared back at me. “Did you bed that man’s wife?”

  “Well, yes, but…”

  “No buts, Jay, no excuses for stooping that low.” She snatched her drink from the now gawping barman and spun around. “Thanks for the offer but I know I’d choke on it.”

  My jaw dropped and I watched her walk away. The barman lifted a brow and grimaced. “Feisty one there. Can I get you a drink, sir?”

  I shouldn’t have been so bloody angry but her condescending remarks had me squeezing my eyes closed and picturing her tears as I whipped the fucking rudeness out of her. “Whisky, treble.”

  He stared for a second then shrugged and fixed my drink. I was still staring at Beatrice as she glided gracefully around the room, her ignorance of me making my dick harder and harder as I imagined more and more punishments for her behaviour.

  “Another!” I barked as I slammed the empty glass on the bar.

  The barman sighed but refilled my glass. I stood at the bar for an hour, drinking whisky and watching the stubborn woman grace everyone else with her stunning smile. By the point it was time to take seats for the awards ceremony, I was pretty fucked up. I turned to the barman and refilled for the sixth time then went to find a seat.

  I smirked when I quickly snatched the seat beside Beatrice. She glared at me, shuffled around and gave me the back of her head as she grinned at a bloke to the other side of her. The poncy twat had hair that must have taken him six fucking hours to style, the slicked back brown strands making me groan.

  “Hey Beatrice,” the bastard preened, “I haven’t seen you around for some time. Must have been your wedding the last time I saw you.”

  “WHAT THE FUCK!” All heads spun round and every single eye in the vicinity stared at me. I didn’t see them as I gawped at Bea. “What the fuck did he just say?”

  Her face heated, a deep crimson blush creeping over her skin as she stared back. Then blinking, she coughed and turned back to the prim fucker. “Yes, it’s been a while.”

  “You’re married
?” I butt in. She winced when my fingers curled around the top of her arm but she didn’t ask me to let go, which surprised me. I knew I was bruising her but she stared me out.

  Calmly, she sighed and looked at me. “I was married, I’m not now.”

  “Is that why you’re angry with me?” I couldn’t stop my mouth vomiting stupid questions but my mind was twisting and spinning. I was relieved she was divorced but my mouth dried at the thought of what was to be mine had previously been held by someone else. Some mad bastard who had let her go.

  “You think I’m only disappointed in your need to screw married women because I was once one?”

  I nodded. Everyone was staring at us, the room silent but I didn’t care.

  She scoffed and shook her head. “So you don’t see what is exactly wrong in doing that?”

  I huffed and narrowed my eyes on her. “I don’t understand why you’re so emotional about it.”

  “Emotional?” she gasped. “Emotional! Jesus Christ.” She turned to the guy beside her. “Excuse me, Ben.” Then she shot upright and pushed past everyone, each person shuffling their feet back as she hastily made her escape.

  “Oh no you don’t!”

  Following her just as quickly, I shoved my way through, gaining more attention. Fuck, the arseholes. They obviously had boring lives if they found mine so damn interesting.

  Beatrice quickly rushed across the room and then down the corridor towards the toilets. She ignored the many people trying to stop her and talk, giving them polite smiles but pushing past them rudely. She was such a contradiction.

  She gasped and spun round when the toilet door banged on the wall with my forceful entry. “This is the ladies!” she growled at me as a couple of women tutted and scurried out.

  “Then you’re in the wrong place, sugar.”

  Her jaw dropped and I cringed inwardly. “What the hell is your problem?”

  I stalked towards her, frantically trying to control the anger inside me that was becoming a problem and spiralling out of control. “My problem?” I growled as she backed away from me. “I don’t actually know what the fuck my problem is with you!” I grit my teeth when her back hit the wall and she had nowhere else to go but face me out.

  “Well I sure have a problem with you!” she spat angrily.

  “I fucking noticed. Care to tell me why?”

  She shook her head angrily. “You’re rude. You’re arrogant. Your head is so far up your own damn arse that you must be able to lick the insides of your nostrils.” Okay, that was a new one. “You’re self-centred,” she carried on. “You think because you have a fine body that it gives you the right to just bed anyone!” Her little hands shoved at my chest. “Do you have any idea how much it hurts to find you married a whore? That your husband has been screwing your best friend for years? That you were never good enough in bed to keep them there?” My heart rate slowed as her words forced tears down her face, her upset visibly potent. She sobbed loudly then shook her head. “Move, please!”

  “Is that what he told you?”

  “Jay,” she snarled, “I swear to god, if you don’t move, your knob will be kissing my kneecap.”

  “Is – that – what – he – told – you?”

  She blinked at my firmness, my hands coming up to frame her face as I attempted to soothe her distress. Her husband was a fucking prick. What the fuck had he done to her? Her anger evaporated as she lowered her gaze and nodded. “Yes. Now please move. You got what you wanted, so leave me alone.”

  “This is so far away from what I want.”

  “Sorry?”

  I stroked my thumbs across her cheeks, wiping at the hot tears that seemed to scar her face as they rolled down the flush of her skin. “What I want is you, Bea. I want to fuck you so hard that my cock will be engraved in your cunt for weeks. I want to watch as you come over and over again, your tears because you can’t cope with the pleasure not because of your distress.” Her eyes widened more and more with every single truth I told her. “I can promise that you won’t be inadequate or bored with me and I will promise that you’ll have me begging for more and that my mouth and fingers will worship every perfect inch of you over and over again.”

  “W-What?” she stuttered as she stared at me with her mouth wide open. “I… you don’t want me. Not me.”

  “Yes,” I whispered as I leaned closer to her. “I want you, Beatrice Vine. My hands want you, my mouth wants you and my cock definitely wants you.”

  “But,” she panted as my mouth closed in on her soft lips, my tongue thrusting inside her mouth to quieten her disagreements. She groaned and gave in to me instantly, her body pushing into mine as her hands slid up my arms and she clung on for dear life. Her lips moved with mine, her soft kiss becoming more urgent with every second the kiss went on. Her hands moved from my arms and ventured up my neck slowly until she threaded her fingers through my hair and grabbed hold.

  I pushed her back against the wall, giving us both support as my fingers moved from her face. One hand found the front of her throat, my fingers curling instinctively around her throat as the other pressed into the back of her neck.

  Immediately, she stiffened beneath me, her little body freezing. Fear radiated from her as she appeared to stop breathing. I’d lost her. I’d lost myself.

  Her head shook from side to side as she started to tremble. Quickly I pulled away. “Hey.”

  “Don’t hurt me,” she choked out as her wide eyes stared at me with terror. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

  “What the hell?” Tears filled her eyes again as she physically shook before me. “Beatrice.” I brought my hands back to her face, softly encouraging her to leave the nightmare she had slipped into. “Beatrice, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

  “I’m sorry,” she wept. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Hey.” I reached for her but she shook her head.

  “No. No.” Pushing past me with a strength that surprised me she raced out of the bathroom leaving me stood shocked and confused.

  What the hell had happened? I was sure I hadn’t gone too far and took control of her breathing. Yet she had both physically and emotionally been somewhere else than in that bathroom with me.

  I closed my eyes and shivered as a memory forced its way into my head.

  ‘I’m sorry, James. I’m sorry.”

  “You’re a lying bitch, Olivia! You’re not sorry, you’re just frightened to take the punishment. If you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it.”

  My mother’s screams pained my head as I pressed myself further into the wardrobe and covered my ears with my hands, my sobs loud in my head now they had nowhere to escape to.

  Snapping back to reality, I flung back a cubicle door and puked into the toilet, my heaves as distressing as Beatrice’s sobs had just been. The smell of whisky hit my nostrils and I grabbed hold of the wall.

  “Bloody hell!” a woman screeched. “This is the ladies!”

  “Really,” I huffed as I wiped my mouth. “I hadn’t noticed!”

  She stared after me as I stormed from the room and went in search of Bea but as I suspected, she’d gone.

  Chapter 7

  Bea

  “You should tell him.”

  I stared at Noah like he’d got six heads. “Are you crazy?”

  He smirked at me and picked up his pint, taking a large gulp at the frothy bitter. “We both know I am, that’s why I’m your favourite brother.”

  I laughed but nodded in agreement. Noah was the only one out of the five of my brothers that ‘got me’. He’d been there for me every day of my life and we’d shared things no brother and sister ever should have to. Just six years older than me, Noah was more laid back with my life’s decisions, giving me the space I needed whilst being there when I needed support and a shoulder to cry on. He had been the one I had turned to when my marriage went sour, and he’d been the one who had beaten Graham to a pulp after ‘the incident’. However, Noah currently had his ow
n demons to deal with and I was reluctant to add to them.

  “It’s fine. He screws around too much, Noah. I don’t want nor need a man like that.”

  “But you admit there’s something between you.”

  I sighed, debating his claim then nodded sadly. “Yes.”

  Leaning across the table, Noah covered my hand and squeezed. “Bea, I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt or frighten you. You know best that some men are…” he trailed off, wincing at his own words.

  “I know,” I cut him off quickly, hating the shame displayed on his face “But...”

  “But?” he pressed when I paused.

  Looking down at my drink I swirled the remaining wine around the deep curve of the glass and blew out a breath. “It sounds silly.”

  “I’m absolutely positive it won’t be. How can my sister be silly?”

  I smiled, linking my fingers through Noah’s when he moved his fingers into mine. “I don’t think I’m… what Jay wants.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I shrugged, struggling to word my instinctive thoughts. “I don’t know what it is, but I get the sense he’s very… dominant in bed,” I revealed as I lowered my voice.

  Noah nodded slowly. “And after Graham…”

  I shrugged and nodded. “I’m not sure I’d be able to handle that.”

  He sighed heavily and motioned to the bartender for another round. “Bea, tell me to mind my own business but I know you, I’ve grown with you. I have watched you turn from a girl to a married woman. I’ve seen and experienced your ups and lows and I have also witnessed the amazing strength that you have inside.”

  My eyes filled with tears but Noah clenched my hand harder. “I know.”

  He nodded and dipped his face so I looked at him. “And I know that what you went through with Graham has made you this independent and strong woman that you are today. If any man made you do anything you didn’t want, you would find the Beatrice that no longer stands for it. You might amaze yourself if you let her free. And for fucks sake, we both know you need to let her take you where you need to be.”