BDSM Mega Boxed Set

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

  “You should punish me.” The words spill from my lips before I can stop them, and I feel like another woman is speaking. This isn’t me. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”

  He gives a throaty laugh at this. Inside, my brain is warring with itself. The rational side screams what are you doing!? The primal side is ready to give in, to submit, and see where this wild ride takes me. Even though I don’t trust this guy at all, and my doubts still warn to proceed with caution. What the hell is wrong with me?

  He moves closer still, and now his chest, stomach, and something else press into me. I look up into his deep blue eyes and lick my lips. A dark look of desire passes over his face and he bends his head closer. I know the kiss is coming and I don’t stop it.

  His lips hover just above mine. “If you want me to stop, say it now. Once I start kissing you—”

  “Kiss me,” I breathe against his mouth, knowing I’ll probably regret all this later but not caring at that second.

  His tongue flicks out across my parted lips, slithers inside as our mouths meet. He teases me with little bites, by sucking on my bottom lip, and then pulling away until I get on my tiptoes to reach the kiss. Warm hand glide up my back and mold to my skin. I moan as our tongues meet, entwine, slip over one another. He tastes the roof of my mouth and I feel his erection poking me through my skirt, which makes me all the hornier. Just to be evil, I wriggle against him and he growls into my mouth.

  He starts to tug my blouse up and his callused hands glide beneath the filmy fabric. I jump and feel like I’ve taken 1000 volts of power in the spine as his palms caress my bare skin. He suckles my top lip and the kiss deepens, tasting sweeter and more carnal with every second. My hands curl around his waist and cup his butt through his jeans, boldly pulling him closer so our crotches rub against one another.

  His fingers move lower now, slipping closer to the zipper on my skirt. I’m just about lost to him when my cell phone chirps from inside my purse. And it won’t stop chirping.

  I break the kiss and catch my breath, avoiding his eyes as I push straight black strands of hair from my eyes. “I better get that.” I rush to the table and fumble the phone out of my bag. “Hello?”

  “Where are you?” Felicia demands. “You didn’t quit, did you? Jeanie told me you were thinking about it.”

  “No, no, I’m here now. We’re just about to…” I inch away from Rider when he walks up behind me and tries to circle my waist with one large arm. “We’re just about to practice.”

  “Good! I’ll be waiting for full details when you get here. We’re gonna have a girls night.”

  With that, she hangs up and I’m left flustered and facing down a lusty bad boy.

  “Should we get started?” I say, sounding far too fake cheery. “I have a girls only party to get to after this.”

  He scowls at me. “You know, if you were really my submissive, I’d spank you until your ass was tomato red.” Then he stalks away from me towards the pillory, adding over his shoulder as he does, “I’d have fun disciplining you, too.”

  I gulp, try to ignore the fact my pussy still throbs and begs me to just Let him fuck me already! With a sweet smile that feels pasted on my lips, I join him at the pillory, which is similar to the stocks, but this particular pillory, he shows me, has metal manacles attached to chains that hold the wrists and ankles. These are attached to a smooth, thick wooden column that has been bolted to the floor.

  Last time we agreed I’d let him practice with a riding crop on me this shift. I’ll be fastened to the pillory so my back is to him and my legs are spread wide in the manacles. This makes my short skirt ride up even higher, and cool air swirls around my thighs. His hot hands make me jump when he guides each ankle into its cuff and clinks it shut.

  He runs his hands up the length of my body as he makes his way to my wrists to secure the cuffs there. I shiver as his fingers skim over the side of my bra, barely touching my breasts but making my nipples harden just the same. His hot breath fans my ear as he snicks my wrist cuffs shut and I have to concentrate in order to breathe.

  “Are you nervous, Christy?” His lips touch my ear.

  “No,” I manage, though my voice is raspy.

  He chuckles and his warm breath fans my face. “I think you’re lying.”

  My nipples tingle and grow harder, and my panties are now so wet the triangle between my legs sticks to my pussy.

  “Let’s just get started,” I croak.

  His boots click across the floor as he goes to get the riding crop. I close my eyes and focus on regulating my breathing and heartbeat, just like I do when I meditate. But my body constantly betrays me when I’m near this man.

  Soon I hear him walking back and I struggle to remain in my calm place. I know what’s coming. Being that I’m new to BDSM, Rider says he’ll continue to keep it light. I have to wonder how this makes me a good practice sub, considering the women he works with know a lot more than I do, and will probably expect a lot more. Wouldn’t someone more experienced have been suitable for the job, but what do I know being a newbie.

  He teases me with the crop, building my anticipation. It skims from my ankles up my leg, teasing the hem of my skirt and sweeping across my ass before he slides it down the inside of me other leg. My heartbeat kicks it up a notch whether I like it or not.

  He teases me still, making me ache for that first sting of the crop’s flattened tip against my flesh. He draws the end across my back in crisscrosses, and I can’t help but let out a soft sigh.

  The crop leaves me and he says, “You know, if you were really my submissive, I’d have to punish you for that.”

  “For what?” I say, my voice hoarse with lust.

  “For showing pleasure before I give you permission.”

  I lick my lips. “How would you punish me?”

  “I’d deny you the pain and the pleasure. Do you like the pain, Christy? Like the sting? The way it makes you feel.”

  I inhale slowly, hating the way my body betrays me yet again at his touch, his words. My mouth has gone dry and I have to swallow before I can answer. “I didn’t expect to … like the pain, that is. But, yeah, it somehow adds to the pleasure.”

  His lips brush my ear once again and goosebumps instantly erupt all over my skin. “Are you ready for a little pain right now, sweetheart?”

  “Yes,” I say, a bit too quickly.

  The riding crop comes down on my ass with a whistle of air and a whack. I jerk a little, but it isn’t a hard slap to begin with. Just enough to make my sex tingle even more and speed my breathing up.

  Then it’s gone, and my heart slows a bit with a pang of disappointment. But I bite my lip in anticipation of the next strike. Soon, I hear the whisper whistle and then another thwack kisses my other butt cheek. I shut my eyes and soak in the searing sting that seems to radiate warmth and excitement out from my ass, filling my entire body. I’m charged like a live wire now.

  Thwack! again. This time a bit higher, near the small of my back. I grunt and jerk toward the pillory this time. My cunt is so wet I can feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs. My breasts ache with the need to be touched, stroked, and when they brush against the cool pillory, it feels like electric sparks zip through them.

  “Impressive,” he drawls. “You’ve never once used our safe words. No yellow or red for you, huh? What if I spank just a bit harder.”

  Another slap jiggles my butt, searing pain up my spine. I grit my teeth and internalize the pleasure, which shivers through me.

  “Very good.” His voice is closer now, and his big hand wraps around my shoulder. “And, if you were truly my submissive, you would call me master. You’d be my mistress. Would you like that, darling?”

  “Just quit talking and spank me.”

  His chuckle at my response blows warm air across my neck and I tremble. “I think I have my answer,” he says, as his hand leaves my skin.

  But this time he changes things up. No more sharp raps burn across my cheeks. Instead,
he begins to caress me with the flattened tip of the riding crop once more, using it to soothe the sting in my butt.

  “But I do like to switch things up, too,” he tells me as the crop glides lower, skimming along the hem of my skirt, which has inched higher up my thighs with every movement. “I’d let you spank me, too. You’d definitely be a brat, and a hell of a lot of fun to punish often. I’d give you so much erotic torment your mind would explode.”

  I bite my lip as the crop sweeps over the crease where my leg meets my crotch. My cunt throbs like a maddening itch that needs to be scratched and I can’t help myself. I jut my hips backward, giving him a better view and better access to my cunt.

  He gives a low moan that sounds almost like a growl and the crop nudges under the hem of my silky panties. It’s cool, leathery tip now touches my bare outer labia. My pussy and entire pelvis tenses.

  “We agreed there’d be no direct contact with naughty bits,” I rasp out.

  The tip of the riding crop ceases movement, but its mere presence seems to brand my skin and I struggle not to wriggle. I want it sliding up inside my wet inner labia, want it to grind into my clit and make me come, but I’m too stubborn to confess this just yet.

  “If you’re not comfortable, we can stop right now. I’ll never do anything you don’t consent to. Just say the safe word and I’ll end practice.”

  He waits, crop still poised just under my panties and held still. I squeeze my eyes shut and duke out a war in my mind. The rational lawyer-to-be screams, “Get away now!” The wanton woman urges me to let him get me off. Just this once won’t hurt.

  “Go for it,” I say. “Just this once. I’m good.”

  The tip of the crop slinks closer to my inner labia and I sigh loudly, unable to stop myself. It parts my slick lips and runs up and down this charged, wet flesh. My pussy pounds with the need for release and I rock my hips backward once more, earning another throaty chuckle from him that almost sounds like a groan.

  The tip teases my hole, poking in just enough to fan the fire in my cunt higher but not enough to give me release. Now I’m mewling like a horny alley cat and my eyes squeeze shut for a moment. My arms are starting to ache from being strung above my head for so long, but I barely notice the pain I’m so lost in this bliss.

  The riding crop now slinks toward my clit and I arch back even farther to meet his touch. First he grinds it back and forth over this bundle of needy nerves, making me rock my hips in time with the strokes. I pant as the stimuli makes this tiny bead of flesh swell so much it feels it will burst.

  Then he swirls circles over my clitoris, alternating between this and gentle slaps. Soon the orgasm shatters deep inside me and rockets through my pelvis. I let out a loud whimper as my every muscle shakes with release. When the climax subsides, I sag against the pillory and catch my breath.

  The touch of the crop leaves me, only to be replaced by his warm, wide hands at my ankles. Snick, snick. He undoes the ankle cuffs, and then the lech slowly runs his fingers up my sides, presses his body against mine, as he makes his way toward the wrist manacles and unfastens those also.

  He kisses my ear and whispers, “Did you like that?”

  As my arms slowly lower from the open bonds, his lower with them, and I’m wrapped in his strong, secure embrace. My heart beats like a tribal drum in my ears and I hate the way my breathing betrays me, but I never want him to let me go.

  “Yes.” I turn and face him, run a hand down his bristly cheek.

  His face moves closer to mine and our eyes meet. That royal blue threatens to draw me in deep and drown me, but I don’t resist the pull. Soft lips push into mine, sweeping up to catch my bottom lip between both of his and suck, nip, before his tongue flits out to taste where he has just bitten. I moan and reach up to wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.

  Our tongues slide across each other. Our lips crush tighter together and I give soft moans inside his mouth as the kiss deepens. I cling to him as his bristly stubble grazes over my lips. I suck on his bottom lip and tug it gently with my teeth. He groans and pulls me tighter against him. Through his jeans, I can feel his erection pressing into my lower belly.

  I throw the last traces of caution away as I break our kiss. “Go get a condom.” Then I reach down between us and rub the growing bulge in his pants. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

  He pulls back but his arms still encircle me. “Are you sure? You were the one who insisted on the no sex rule.”

  I nod and swallow again so my heart won’t jump into my throat. “I’m sure.”

  With a wide smile, he leaves me long enough to grab protection, and he sheds his clothes as he does so. When he returns, he’s naked and ready, condom in hand. His thick cock bounces against the base of his stomach and I can’t take my eyes off it.

  I move to the rack and place my palms on its polished wood surface to scoot my butt up onto it. There I wait and watch him approach. I’ve now shed my clothes too and I spread my legs, raising them high in the air to display my wet pussy for him.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he tells me as he grips my ankles and then plants kisses on each one.

  He kisses and licks from my ankle to my knee and then lower. By the time his tongue flits out over my already sensitive clit, I’m on fire with the need to be fucked. But I let him eat me out until I hover on the edge of another climax, then I stop him and beg to be fucked. He wastes no time ripping open the condom, sliding it on that magnificent cock, and then plunging it deep inside of me.

  I drape my legs over his wide shoulders and he tells me to lean back as he thrusts in and out of me. One big hand trails between my legs and he plays with my clit while his cock pumps in and out of me in measured, sensuous strokes. My cunt closes tight around him, milking him of all the bliss he can give. The walls of my sex try to draw him deeper in, pulling his glans against my g-spot and never wanting to let it go. It rubs over that tiny bean-shaped area perfectly, and sparks of pleasure sear through me until I moan loud and long.

  His fingers work my clit still, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, making my hips buck up faster to meet his touch and take his cock deeper still. Then the amazing pressure building in my g-spot melts into the wonderful sensations flooding my clit and I come so hard I see stars bursting behind my eyelids when I close them. I cry out in my release and he follows soon after, thrusting all of his cock inside me once, twice, and then spilling his seed.

  He gathers me against him when we’re done, pulling me into a tight hug as we catch our breath. My traitorous heart doesn’t want to ever leave his arms.

  ***

  “Ha! I knew you’d crack!” Jeanie pops the cap off her beer then wags a finger at me.

  I roll my eyes at her and the smirking Felicia and laugh. “Shut up. Both of you.”

  They titter like we’re still in high school.

  “You know what this means, right?” Felicia’s eyes glimmer with mischief as she hands me a beer. “You have to invite him to the wedding. I mean, you do need a date.”

  I nearly choke on the swig I’ve just taken. “No way.”

  Felicia nods emphatically. “Yes way. He’s perfect, Christy. And haven’t you just spent the last half hour telling us how he’s different from the other bad boys?”

  Jeanie nods in support of our wily blonde friend. Damn her. “A gentleman biker,” she says, giving a smug look. “Wasn’t that what she called him?”

  Felicia nods again, looking far too pleased with herself. “So, it’s settled. You have to have a date for the wedding, and now you’ve got one.”

  I sigh and shake my head at them both. “I was just going to ask my cousin Frank. And Rider’s not really a biker, technically. He just owns a Harley.”

  Jeanie wrinkles her nose. “Whatever. Frank’s boring and he picks his nose when he thinks no one’s looking.”

  Felicia crinkles her face. “Ewwww, I know. See, that just proves Rider is the better choice.”

  Throwing my hand up in t
he air, I relent. “Okay, fine, I’ll ask him.” Then I childishly stick my tongue out at them. “You damn bullies.”

  Jeanie snorts laughter. “Riiiight.”

  She throws a couch pillow and smacks me right in the side of the head. I laugh and retaliate with a handful of potato chips.

  ***

  I invite Rider to Your Daily Cup so I can ask him to be my date at Felicia’s wedding, which is only a day away now. He teases it’s our first official date, and I tell him it’s just coffee and me begging for a favor. I have actually quit the place now, but I kept my job as a part time legal assistant. Rider was annoyed by this because he said it showed a lack of trust in his employment. I said I was just being practical and he quit bugging me about it.

  “So what’s the favor?” he asks after swallowing a sip of his black coffee.

  I screw up my nose, stall for time by sipping my chai. “I need you to come to Felicia’s wedding with me.”

  He makes a face and my hope he’ll say yes sinks. That little worm of doubt is back, gnawing on my brain stem. It whispers maybe he does like me as much as I thought. Maybe this is a fling and I’m once more a stupid fool for being infatuated with a bad boy.

  “Felicia forced me to ask you,” I blurt. “It’s either you or my cousin that picks his nose.”

  His eyebrows raise and his face is now an impassive mask I can’t read. I hate that.

  He rubs his stubbly chin and cheek, stares into his coffee, then let’s out a long exhale before looking at me again. “Okay, I’ll go with you,” he says, but the smile he gives seems worried, not genuine.

  I want to shout at him that he doesn’t have to worry. I won’t get hooked on him, won’t fall in love with him. And thankfully I haven’t gone that far yet, but I feel so stupid for once more misreading his signals. Obviously he doesn’t want anything serious, and he thinks if he goes to this wedding with me it’s a symbol of a deeper commitment. Feeling peevish, I decide to lay it on the line.

  “It doesn’t mean anything,” I snap irritably. “Felicia probably just wants to drool over you. Jeanie too. And I just don’t want to go to a wedding with a nose picker.”