Bound to the Bad Boy

by Molly Ann Wishlade

  If at all.

  Matt threw the sheets aside and jumped out of bed. He walked towards the bathroom and smiled. She had left the door ajar, perhaps hoping that he would join her. He gave his aching cock a quick squeeze and his balls tightened in response.

  Yes…join her.

  ****

  Megan saw Matt approaching the shower. She shivered with delight. Was he coming in?

  “Will you join me?”

  His eyes were dark and her stomach flipped. He would join her as her Dom.

  He opened the bathroom cabinet and pulled out a paper bag. What was in it?

  Her pussy ached as she looked at his rock hard cock. She wanted him to fuck her so badly. But he had refused. So far. And she thought she knew why. Matt liked, needed, above all else to remain in control. He would only enter her when he was ready and she knew from past experience that all the begging in the world would not encourage him to change his mind. He was nothing if not consistent.

  And gorgeous.

  He opened the bag and removed two objects: A tube of lubricant and a small purple silicon object that she couldn’t make out properly. He moved towards the shower screen.

  “Would you like to play, sub?”

  She bit her lip. Now?

  “I…I thought you had plans?”

  “Nothing that won’t wait for an hour or so.”

  “Yes, Master. I would like to play. Please.”

  His eyes lit up and he lifted the purple object. “Do you know what this is?”

  She stared at it. “I think I might have an idea, Master.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Is it…a butt plug?”

  He nodded. “Correct. Just a small one, to get you started. Again.”

  Again? They had engaged in anal play in the past but since Matt, she hadn’t come across a man with his tastes. So her anus had been neglected. She had missed the extra stimulation that having it played with brought. It added an extra dimension to sex.

  Matt covered the plug in lube then dropped the tube into the sink. He held the plug aloft and Megan stared. Her legs began to tremble. She was excited, yes, but also nervous. How would it feel after so long?

  The purple plug was about four inches long. It was narrower at the tip that would fit inside her, then it widened towards the other end. The end that would sit outside her body, stimulating the tight ring and sensitive skin between her cheeks.

  Matt walked into the large shower enclosure, taking care not to get the butt plug wet. “Don’t want to wash off the lube. That might hurt your sweet ass, sub. Come here.” His voice was deep, low, and masterful.

  She moved out of the warmth of the shower spray and took his proffered hand. He pulled her close and kissed her. Her body blazed with desire as his cock dug into her belly and his hand roamed over her back, circling, circling until it reached her bottom. He pulled her against him so that their flesh met from chest to feet and he kissed her with a passion that made her feel like crying. She wanted him badly. Not just now but every day for the rest of her life.

  She was getting in too deep. But it was too late to stop now.

  He moved the hand that cupped her buttocks down to where they parted and slipped his finger into the cleft. He continued to kiss her, his tongue roaming over hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. When Megan felt his fingertip probing her tight rosette, she moaned. He pulled back.

  “Remember, sub. You have to relax.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Let’s get on with this then.” He grinned. “Your re-initiation.”

  He turned her around with one hand and pushed her closer to the shower wall.

  “Open your legs so I can stick this into your butt.”

  He was so open. So unembarrassed. So unhindered by the silly shyness that sometimes crept into sexual encounters she’d had with other men. With Matt she knew exactly where she was. She knew what he wanted and he made her feel it was okay to be sexual. To want to be satisfied. He loved her body and he made her feel proud of it. There was no awkwardness about body parts or bodily functions. It was about connecting in every way possible.

  She placed her hands on the shower wall and allowed the hot water to run over her face, her breasts and down to her throbbing pussy. The tiny warm droplets caressed her swollen bud and she knew that it wouldn’t take much to make her come.

  Matt took hold of her ass and parted the cheeks. “Color, sub?”

  “I am green, Master.”

  He placed the plug against her anus. It was cold and slippery. He rubbed it there for a moment, spreading the lube then he began to slide it into her. Megan sighed as it entered her tight cavity. It was unusual, invasive, new. Though it was not the first time and she had, years ago, taken his big hard cock into her ass, this felt unfamiliar. It was like the first time again. As if she were a virgin being taken by the bad boy. She trembled with the thrill of it.

  “Your ass is tight, sub. I can’t wait until it’s ready for me to fuck. I’m going to take you so hard when I do.”

  Megan clenched her teeth. Matt’s promise excited her, delighted her. How good it would be to have him penetrate her again in every orifice.

  The thought must have relaxed her muscles because the plug slipped into place and she relished the joy of having her rear full. Matt moved closer to her so his chest was against her back, his cock bounced next to the plug and he wrapped his arms around her. He found her clit with one hand and her breasts with another and he began to rock her towards fulfillment.

  Each squeeze of her nipples and each caress of her clit drove her higher. The hot water rushed into her open mouth and into her eyes but she did not care. The grinding of Matt’s cock against her ass drove the plug into her, the larger end rubbing her hole and creating a sensation at once tender yet delicious.

  She wantonly rubbed her pussy onto his fingers, encouraging them to enter her until she was full both front and back.

  “Master…” She panted. Lost. Animal. About to peak.

  “Do you need to come, sub?”

  “Yes, please, Master.”

  “Then come for me, dirty little sub, while the plug fucks your ass and my fingers fuck your cunt.”

  “Yes…Oh yes…Master.”

  She pulsed onto his fingers, onto the butt plug and cried out again and again as the orgasmic waves washed over her body. It was too much, too powerful, too consuming to understand. But it was better than ever.

  When her orgasm faded slowly away, she collapsed against him and was grateful for his strength as he held her up. Supporting her in every way. As he always had.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “You are welcome, sub. And that was just a taste of what I have in store for you tonight when we visit Club Castille.”

  He pushed Megan gently forwards and removed the plug. She shivered as it slipped out of her ass with a pop. He dropped it into the sink then he grabbed a bottle of shower gel and began to soap her body. Tenderly. Affectionately. Adoringly. And Megan allowed herself to drift, swept along by the sweetness of it all.

  Matt was wonderful. She was crazed with need for him. It was all that mattered right here and now. She would deal with the bigger issues tomorrow.

  Today was for them.

  ****

  Megan closed the hotel room door behind her and leant against it.

  What a night… What a morning… And that early morning motorcycle ride just about topped it all off…

  She had done more with Matt in fourteen hours than she’d done with other men in four years. And she had enjoyed every moment of it. Except for the nagging little doubts that kept creeping in and threatening to ruin her time in Cherub. The haunting voices bickered in her head, making it ache and giving her a heavy heart.

  You were a fool to abandon him. You could have worked it out.

  But I couldn’t have lived with him, made love to him, if I’d believed that he was a murderer. Even if I had the slightest suspicion.

  But you didn’
t. Not really. It was just an excuse to leave him.

  An excuse. Oh what had she done? Poor Matt. How he must have hurt.

  But surely it was too late to fix things now?

  She suddenly felt exhausted. A nap would be good. She lay fully clothed on the bed, still in her crumpled party dress, and allowed herself to relax.

  A sharp knock at the door pulled her to full consciousness.

  Who was it?

  “Hold on a minute.” She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

  “Miss Agnelli?” It was Rita, the hotel owner’s twenty-something daughter. If Megan recalled correctly, Rita had been a year or two below her in high school.

  “Yes?”

  “I have a delivery for you.”

  “Okay. I’ll be there in a second.”

  Megan stood up and straightened her dress. A delivery? How could she possibly have a delivery?

  She opened the door.

  Rita smiled, eyeing Megan’s attire and messy red hair.

  “Here you are, Miss Agnelli. This just arrived for you.” She held out a long rectangular box tied with a black satin ribbon.

  “Oh. Thank you. Do you know who it’s from?”

  The young woman shook her head.

  “Well, okay. Thanks again.”

  “Miss Agnelli?”

  “Yes?”

  “You’ve missed lunch. Will you be wanting dinner?”

  She’d missed lunch. What time was it? Had she been that tired? It must be the emotional turmoil and all that amazing sex.

  “Um…no…thank you.” She’d be going to Club Castille with Matt so she didn’t want a belly full of home cooking. “I’ll be going out later. I’ll get something then.” A light snack perhaps? She could take a walk, to get some air. Try to clear her head.

  Rita nodded and walked away. No doubt Megan had just given her something else to gossip about. Staying out all night, arriving on the back of the bike of the Vice Chairman of the local motorcycle club, sleeping through the morning after her return to the hotel.

  Who cares? Small town folk will always gossip. Let them chew it over.

  She closed the door then walked over to the bed and placed the box on the coverlet. What was it?

  Only one way to find out.

  She undid the black ribbon and carefully lifted the lid.

  A mound of red tissue paper concealed the box’s contents. She parted the folds and sighed. A card was placed on top of what appeared to be black lace lingerie. It read:

  Megan,

  If you’re sure about tonight, I’ll pick you up around eight.

  Wear the garments in this box along with those sexy high heels you wore last night. Cover them with a coat. Nothing else.

  Looking forward to seeing you again.

  M. x

  He wanted her to wear just lingerie. There was nothing unusual about that. Many subs wandered Club Castille with their wares on display. And at least she would have something on.

  But when she lifted the garments out of the box her heart sank.

  She would, in fact, have very little on.

  There was a sheer corset, which displayed the fine flexible boning beneath and hooked up at the front. She held it against herself. It would sit about two inches below her belly button and just beneath the crease of her breasts. It would clearly push her breasts forwards and upwards. Then there was a very small pair of black lace panties. When she held them up, she could see that they were crotchless. Oh my… And finally, a pair of lace topped black hold-up stockings with a visible seam, which ran up the back of the legs. But nothing to cover her breasts.

  She dropped the lingerie into the box and sat on the edge of the bed.

  What did this mean? Was Matt seeking to humiliate her? Or to test her? It had been a long time since she’d visited a BDSM establishment and just as long since she’d bared her body for others to see. It made her toes curl with anticipated embarrassment. Yet it also warmed her wanton pussy. To be at Matt’s side, as his sub, while he escorted her around the cavernous chambers of Club Castille. To have him show pride in her manners and behavior as she did as she was bid. And hopefully, to have him shower her with attention and praise for being a good sub. That would make her feel so good.

  She wanted to do all of these things because she wanted to please him. To prove to him, perhaps, that she did care. That she had made a mistake when she left him. That she knew he could never really hurt an innocent.

  She would take a long hot bath and pamper herself. Though she’d showered that morning at Matt’s, a relaxing bubble bath would be very welcome. Their shower had been rather erotic and she hadn’t focused on washing. Although she had gotten really wet… Her stomach somersaulted at the memory.

  After her bath, she’d take a walk, grab a bite to eat at the local café then return to dress and await Matt’s arrival. If it could be called dressing in such skimpy attire.

  She couldn’t believe that she had to wait over six hours to see him again.

  Chapter Seven

  Megan stood in front of the mirror. Trembling.

  She had dressed in the lingerie Matt had sent and her high heels, as he requested. She felt naked and vulnerable. Her breasts were full, creamy and exposed. The corset fitted the curves of her waist and hips like it had been made for her. The panties seemed normal, until she parted her legs. Every time she did, they split open and exposed her shaved pussy lips. Gah! Her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny it: she was aroused at the sight of her nude mound. By the thought that Matt would see it every time she opened her legs.

  The sheer black stockings clung to her thighs, emphasizing their plump roundness and the full cheeks of her bottom, which sat upon the rear of the lacy tops. Whenever she moved, the lace brushed against her sensitive cheeks, increasing her ever-present arousal.

  Self-conscious as she felt, she was also extremely excited that Matt wanted her to dress like this. He wanted to see her in this skimpy lingerie and to display her in a public place.

  She slipped a hand down to fondle the slit in the panties. Her pussy was so smooth, so naked. She did like the way she looked and hoped that Matt would approve of his choice for her. Her folds were already slick and as she gently stroked them, excitement curled in her belly. Tonight would bring more orgasms, more delights and more… of Matt. She rubbed her clit, increasing the pressure on the bud and feeling it swell beneath her touch. She wanted to come. Again. Right now. Just thinking about Matt.

  She upped the tempo, masturbating herself as she held the image of Matt before her. His broad tattooed chest, his muscled stomach, and his huge cock. She slipped two fingers inside herself and fingered furiously whilst rubbing her clit with her thumb. She trembled on the brink, about to climax when she heard footsteps approaching the door.

  She held her breath. Pulled her hand away from her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched with the onset of orgasm and she struggled to fight it off.

  Breathe. Stop. Calm down.

  The built up pressure slowly eased and she almost dropped to the floor.

  Was Matt outside?

  A confident rap at the door confirmed that he was and she hurried to the door. Then panicked. She couldn’t open the door like this. She was aroused. Almost naked. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shone.

  “Megan!”

  “Matt?”

  “Can I come in?”

  “Of course.” She pulled the panties straight, took a deep breath then opened the door and stepped back.

  Matt closed the door behind him then let out a low whistle.

  “You look amazing, sub.”

  Megan blushed. He was pleased.

  “I would like to see you present yourself.”

  “Of course, Master.” She walked unsteadily to the center of the room. She placed her legs a hip’s width apart then took hold of her breasts. The panties sprung apart, exposing her soaking wet labia. Should she try to cover them? No. Don’t fidget. She lowered her gaze to the floor, focusing on
a spot on the wooden floorboards. She breathed slowly. Calmly. But her heart thundered against her ribs.

  Matt approached her, stealthily as a big cat. He circled her, watching her, looking her over. His power emanated from him, caressing her sensitive skin like little electric shocks.

  “Master?”

  “Shhh!”

  Megan hung her head. She should not talk until he told her to do so. But she wanted to know. Did he like what he saw? Did he really want her to go out like this?

  He reached out and ran a hand over her buttocks where they touched the stocking tops. He walked around her, keeping his hand upon her flesh. When it brushed the front of the panties she gasped.

  “Are you hot, sub?”

  “Scorching, Master.”

  “Is your cunt wet?”

  “Drenched, Master.”

  “Good.” He placed his hand between her legs and squeezed her exposed pussy. She winced as he pinched her lips hard. He tugged them and Megan almost lost her balance. “I could clamp these and lead you around by them tonight, sub. Would you like that?”

  Megan flinched. But she knew not to deny him. “Whatever you desire, Master.”

  He laughed softly. “Maybe not tonight. Perhaps the outfit is enough…for now?”

  Megan nodded. “Thank you, Master.”

  “I can smell how turned on you are, sub.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “It makes me want to eat your cunt all over again.”

  “Yes, Master.” Oh please.

  “But we need to get going.”

  “That’s a shame, Master, but thank you.”

  “Let’s get going. Do you have a suitable coat?”

  Megan nodded. Luckily, she had brought a lightweight knee-length plastic mac in spring green. She had purchased it because the shop assistant had said that it matched her eyes. That had been a good sales pitch.

  She put it on and tied the belt around her waist. She couldn’t believe she’d be going out like this in public. It was so naughty, so unlike the person she had become. Or tried to become.

  Matt took her hand.