BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  So I called my guardian angel AKA my grandmother. She was a wealthy woman who’d made her money in real estate, and she’d also raised me after my parents left me, quite literally, on her doorstep.

  Gran Margie’s cell phone message informed me she was on one of her “extended vacations.”

  “Crap cakes!” I punched the END button.

  “Extended vacation” meant Gran had sold off everything and moved again. I’d get a call from her in about three months to give me her new address, ask how I was doing, and invite me to stay.

  Until then, there was only one other person I could turn to for help. My true, old best friend—Kerry McIntyre. She was a geek girl like me, but, unlike me, she never bowed to peer pressure. She walked her own line, and I felt like crap for falling out of touch with her over the last few years. Hopefully, she wouldn’t tell me to screw off when I phoned.

  ***

  “Holy crap! You’ve hit the big time, Kerry!”

  My eyes went wide as I took in the sprawling mansion. It was modern in design, with clean, bright white everywhere. I loved the parquet floor in the great room.

  She laughed at my exclamation as she handed me a cocktail and led me to a marble topped bar with leather covered stools. “It isn’t my place. I’m just staying here, for now. The house belongs to my brother.”

  And at the mention of Butch McIntyre, I nearly choked on my green olive. “Wow, what’s Butch up to these days?” I tried to sound casual about it, but my voice squeaked.

  “He was modeling, and he got married.”

  Modeling, married? My head spun with curiosity.

  Butch McIntyre had been a scabby-kneed skateboarder the last time I saw him. He was a lanky kid with a shock of black hair and the most amazing aquamarine eyes I’d ever seen. A quiet, awkward teen, he’d loved horror movies, his skateboard, and video games. He was two years younger than Kerry and I.

  I tried to picture that lanky, shy geek boy transformed into a male model. Then I thought about him being married, and my heart sank with disappointment.

  “So, he’s married?”

  His sister’s face saddened. “Was married. She died. Car accident.” Kerry’s eyes glimmered when she looked into her martini glass. “She was the president of the agency that represented Butch, and she left her fortune to him.”

  “Oh…I’m so sorry.” I reached out and wrapped an arm around Kerry’s shoulder, gave her a comforting squeeze. “Geez, I’m a bitch.” I shook my head at myself. “I’ve missed so much that’s happened to you, and I come running to you as soon as shit hits the fan in my life, but you never said a word about Butch.”

  She hugged me. “Don’t worry about it, hon. That was Butch’s story, not mine.”

  I nodded, thankful for her forgiveness. Then I bit my lip as I thought of Butch, our past, again. “Will he mind me staying here? I mean … we weren’t exactly friends back in high school.”

  She shook her head and grinned. “Don’t worry about it. I told him you’d be around for a few months, and he was cool with it.” She got up from the stool and drained her martini glass. “Now, I better go pack.”

  “Pack?” I gave her a perplexed frown.

  “Yeah, sorry I can’t stay with you.” She flashed an apologetic smile as she rushed toward the stairs to the upper level of the home. “I’m going on vacation with Burt. You’ll meet him when we get back. Promise.”

  ***

  Two hours later, I was alone again, feeling dejected and sorry for myself. It seemed everyone except me had somewhere to go and someone to be with. I told myself to stop moping and take a tour of the house, like Kerry said I should.

  Just as I was about to do so, keys jangled in the door.

  When Butch walked in, I barely recognized him. Okay, I’m lying, I didn’t recognize him at all. Gone was the lanky skateboarder kid with an outbreak of acne and bad hair. If I’d have met the man standing before me on the street, I’d have never known who he was.

  He stood over six feet tall, and he was still slender, but the scrawniness had been chased away by curves and ridges of muscle. His skin was smooth and pale, and the dazzling smile he flashed my way brimmed with confidence. A silky black wave of hair fell over one eye, but he moved the dark mane, which fell to his chin, away from his face.

  “It’s good to see you, Casey,” he said, his voice still soft and shy like when we were kids.

  I smiled a shaky smile. My heart kicked up its pace, dazzled by his good looks and seeing him again after all these years. My gut soured with guilt over the way I’d treated him back then. He’d been the little tagalong kid who tried to follow me and Kerry everywhere. I teased him to make him leave us alone, outright bullied him at some times, and I’m not proud of what I did.

  But it does make me wonder how he feels about me now. Has he forgiven me? I guess our time alone will tell.

  “It’s good to see you, too.” I cleared my throat to get the words out. “Thanks for letting me stay here.”

  “No problem. Sorry to hear about you and Corey.” He threw his coat on the back of one expensive looking lounger. The t-shirt revealed was snug and showed off his physique perfectly. He wore a pair of cargo pants that molded to his ass and made my mouth water.

  “Thanks. Sorry to hear about your wife.” I felt terrible when his face wrinkled in intense grief.

  “Thanks.” He walked into the kitchen, keeping his back to me. “She was my world. She taught me a lot about life.” His voice went hoarse with emotion.

  Feeling like a heel for stirring this pain in him, I made my way to where he stood, staring in the open fridge, and place a hand on his broad back.

  “I didn’t mean to cause you pain.” I stroked my palm over the plane of muscle, from shoulder to shoulder. “I’m sorry.” I couldn’t stop my hand from moving lower.

  He whirled around and there was icy fire in those eyes. I stepped back, afraid I’d now angered him. But instead of anger, it appeared my touch had aroused him, judging by the massive tent in his trousers. He yanked me into his arms and spun me around. I slammed into the fridge door and it slammed shut as his lips crushed hard against mine. He kissed me breathless as I ripped open his shirt.

  Moments later he returned the favor, then his big hands slipped beneath the lacy cups of my underwire bra, freeing my large, round breasts from the fabric. His tongue danced down my throat, his teeth nipped along my collarbone, while he massaged the firm globes. Then his mouth descended on my nipples, flicking them with the tip of his tongue until they stood stiff and hard. He suckled these peaks, making them and my pussy throb like a powerful drumbeat.

  His hands skimmed down my sides, caressing my curves with soft, but strong, hands. He yanked up my skirt until my silky black panties were revealed. These, too, were soon ripped off.

  He toyed with my sex using skilled fingers that soon had me moaning against his lips and writhing in his grip.

  “Let me fuck you,” he whispered into my ear before tonguing it until I groaned. “Right now, right here, please. I have condoms…”

  “No need,” I said breathlessly as his stubble grazed my neck. “I’m on the pill.”

  “Is that a yes?” He tugged my leg up and I wrapped it around his waist. His fingers dug deep into my ass cheek.

  “Yes, fuck me now.”

  He dropped his pants and he wore no underwear, so his massive cock sprung free, its plump head glistening with pre-cum. His rigid, thick shaft was buried deep inside me within seconds. I moaned and let my head fall back as he pumped in and out of my pussy with wild abandon.

  His cock felt sublime inside of me, and my cunt walls gripped him tight, milked him for all the pleasure he had to give. His glans glided over my g-spot in a rhythm that stroked it just right. Pleasing pressure built deep inside of me as I let this primal passion take me over. Delightful tingling hummed through my clit as his pelvis rubbed against it with every thrust. I clung to his strong shoulders, now damp with sweat, as we fucked like two wild animals in
heat.

  The clitoral orgasm burst through me, making me clutch tighter to his strong back as I writhed and shook with ecstasy. It heated up the bliss building deep inside of me, encouraging a second orgasm out of my pulsing cunt. I screamed out my release this time, hugging him so tightly our bodies seemed to become one as he pumped once, twice, more inside of me and spilled his seed deep. Then we slid down the sweat-slick fridge door, and he pulled me into his arms.

  We laid on the chilly tiles like that for a few minutes.

  Then, in the afterglow of multiple orgasms, I began to regret what we had done. After all, I was just coming out of a relationship, he was recently widowed, and I sure didn’t want to start anything new when I was fresh on the rebound.

  I skittered out of his arms and to my feet. “I’m sorry … I … I mean, we…”

  He stood, quick like a panther, and ensnared my wrist. “What’s wrong?”

  I scooped my tattered clothes off the floor. “Well, I’m still married.”

  His sensuous lips curled into a sneer. “Corey Hildebrandt? Yeah, great guy to hold on to.” He snatched his shirt up from the tiles and stood glowering at me. “I’m still jumpy from that bastard shoving me into lockers.”

  I cringed at the memory. One time, Butch got out of the locker before Corey could fasten the combo lock. It was the only time I ever saw Butch snap, and he beat the shit out of the high school quarterback that day, scrawny kid or not. His anger seemed to give him the strength of three guys that afternoon, and I quietly cheered when he broke Corey’s perfect nose.

  But instead of telling him that, my idiot mouth blurted, “Corey isn’t a bad guy. He’s just got his issues, like we all do.”

  Butch’s beautiful eyes widened and he sputtered. He stalked closer to me, pressing his sculpted chest into mine. The heat of his body seeped through my skin and made it hard to think.

  “Isn’t a bad guy?” He scoffed in disbelief and his eyes flashed icy blue. “He’s cheated on you, what, five times now?”

  My heart hiccupped in my chest. “How do you know that?”

  His very kissable lips thinned into a tense line. As he calculated what to say, he slowly exhaled through his nose. “My sister told me.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, now once more back in my bra and torn shirt. So, his life stories were off limits and mine weren’t? Was that it? I couldn’t be mad at Kerry. She’d helped me out when I had been so out of touch for so long.

  Butch must’ve seen my inner torment written on my face, because he followed up with: “Don’t be mad at her. She was worried about you, and the way that jerk treated you.”

  I sighed. “Yeah, she never approved of me marrying Corey.”

  He spread his arms and looked exasperated. “Can you blame her?”

  I scowled, even though I knew he was right. “What are you, my father?”

  His eyes flashed again. His raven hair was a tangled mess that stuck to his cheeks. The way it framed his face gave him a dangerous look that thrilled me to my toes.

  He placed his long, slender palms on my shoulders, gave me a stern stare. “If you go back to him, you’re an idiot.”

  “I’m not going back to him!” I screamed at his retreating, rippling back. He turned around, so I continued. “I just need a place to stay.” I dropped my head to break contact with his penetrating stare. “Just for a few months.”

  He pinned me to the wall again, smoother this time, but just as lightning quick. I gasped.

  “You know, Casey,” he purred. “I’ve been re-thinking this arrangement. I think they’ll need to be some compensation.”

  “What do you want?” I placed my hands on his pecs and regretted it. They felt too damn good beneath my hands. “Look, I have some cash, but Corey tapped me out—”

  “Geez, what a good guy.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

  I really wanted to punch him in the mouth, but that wouldn’t have been very hospitable. So I gritted my teeth, counted to three, and said, “And I really need to save for a deposit on a new place, but I’m sure we can work something out.”

  I flashed my best sexy smile and batted my eyelashes. If he wanted sex for payment, well, shit, not like it would be hard to do. He was easy on the eyes and a good fuck. And I wasn’t any innocent, so I waited for him to make his proposition.

  “I’m sure we can.” He held his hand out for me to take. “Now, sweetie, let’s go draw up a contract. I’ll call my lawyer.” His smile was positively vulpine.

  “Contract?” I squawked.

  He tried to look innocent as he shrugged. “Well, yeah, we want to make it all nice and legal.”

  I pulled my hand from his and braced both fists on my hips. “Exactly what kind of compensation are we talking about here?”

  “You’re going to be my little sex maid.” The foxy smile returned. “But don’t worry, I’ll get someone else for the heavy duty stuff. I’ll just make you dust the shelves naked while you fuck me.”

  That was it. My hand flew up and connected with his face. Crack!

  “Ouch!” He rubbed his red cheek. “Sonofa—”

  “You have certainly changed, Butch McIntyre!” I huffed.

  “I certainly have.” He took my hand again, smirking as he did so. “Now, about that contract… I can have my lawyer draw one up this afternoon?”

  “Let’s get some clothes on and get going.” I gave him a glare then stalked away from him.

  I take it that means you’ll sign?” The taunt was full of cheek, but then this new Butch was full of confidence.

  ***

  I’d never been so humiliated in all my life. Well, okay, maybe I had been, but my face still burned as I dusted the mantel in a French maid costume that was far too tight. My breasts bulged out the top and the shiny, latex material stuck to my hips and ass like glue. It was also far too short, so the hem dug into my plump butt at mid-cheek. This was what I got for signing his damn contract. Three months as his live-in sex maid, although I doubted I’d be doing much actual cleaning. And it wasn’t a terrible way to pay the rent.

  “Bend down and dust the fire screen,” he commanded.

  I shot him a dirty look over my shoulder. “I thought you didn’t really want me to clean?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t. I want a better view of your luscious ass, and if you dust the fire screen I’ll get it.”

  “You’re a bastard,” I growled as I swept the feather duster over a gold rimmed fire screen.

  “And you’re a mouthy submissive, but no one’s perfect.” His expensive shoes clicked across the parquet floor. “I think you need some discipline.”

  I jumped when his fingers skimmed over my ass. “Excuse me? I’m a grown woman, thank you. I don’t need discipline.”

  “Everyone needs discipline.” He grinned that infuriating, smug grin. “Silly Casey, discipline isn’t always a bad thing.”

  “But—”

  He pointed, and his face clouded with raw lust. “Bend over the couch, now. I want your ass, and I will have it.”

  My retort was silenced by his intense stare. I dropped the feather duster and moved swiftly to the plush leather couch. Once there, I placed my cheek against the cool, dimpled cushion, pressed my body tight against the piece of furniture, and let my ass jut into the air.

  His wide palm cupped my cheek and my pussy twinged, my clit ached to be stroked. I held my breath for a moment as I waited for his next move.

  “Put your hands behind your back.”

  I did as he commanded, and he bound my wrists with one of his neckties.

  “What’re you doing?” I protested, despite my intrigue. “You are NOT going to spank me!”

  “Why yes, sweet Casey.” He paused long enough to place a kiss on my damp labia. “I am.”

  His last words feathered my sex with warm breath, making it quiver, making me hornier. I bit back a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how turned on I was.

  “Oh, no, you are not!” I
squirmed when he placed a hand against the small of my back, pinning me to the couch.

  He clucked his tongue at me. “Casey, sweetheart, I will make this spanking hurt so good you’ll be begging for more. Now, spread your legs and hold still. Let me show you how sensual it can be.”

  His fingers slipped beneath the hem of the super-tight skirt and pulled it up to my waist. An air conditioned draft skipped over my exposed skin, making me shiver. But the coolness was soon replaced by the primal heat of his hands molded to both cheeks. He gripped them firmly and spread them wide.

  I gasped and clenched my muscles when his hot tongue tasted me from the tip of my clit to the tip of my tailbone. He lingered at both holes, thoroughly exploring both with his skilled, wet muscle. My pussy ached to be fucked and seeped juices. Still, I tried to bite back a moan, but I couldn’t stop the tiny whimper that escaped me.

  One hand left my ass, but I was so relaxed I barely noticed. Then it came down sharply against my firm, round cheek, and I squealed and arched my back.

  His other hand fingered my sex, stirring more heat and need there to take my mind off the sharp sting. Humiliation, anger, warred with my raging lust.

  Now he massaged my burning skin tenderly. His fingertips soothed the sting while he still teased between my legs. I couldn’t help it. I let free a groan, wanting more and hating myself for it.

  “Do you like this, you bad girl? Hmmm?” He taunted before he dipped his head to lick my pussy again. Told you discipline could be good for you. Bet you’ll be misbehaving all the time now.”

  He stood, and I let out a mewl of disappointment. When I cast a glance over my shoulder, he flashed that heart stopping smile again.

  “Stay right there,” he teased. “I’ll be back with a couple toys.”

  Frustrated, I wriggled with my hands bound at my back. My pussy still throbbed, and when the cool air from the air conditioner swept over it, I shivered and moaned from the added torment. It was swollen and so sensitive, and so ready to be fucked.

  I watched him stride back into the room with anal beads, a small jar that I assumed was lube, and a long, wooden paddle that reminded me of the paddle I’d seen in the movie Dazed and Confused. One loud bully used it to paddle the butts of some hapless freshmen. Looked like I’d be the one getting the paddling now.