So Bad for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I reached down to stroke my hardening cock through my pants but hesitated when my eyes fell on a picture pushed to the back of my desk. A woman’s face smiled at me from the forgotten frame.

  I hadn’t had a pet, as I fondly called my lovers, since my fiancée Sadie died. The day she died, my heart cracked, and the cavity of my pain ran deep, but recently those crevices had begun to heal.

  I reached out and pulled the frame forward. It felt small in my hands, a tiny trinket of the past. Using a tissue, I wiped away the dust. The picture was of Sadie and myself at a fundraiser—dancing at some sort of ball together. I was in a tux and she was in a light pink ballgown. We had been the perfect couple. It had been years since I last heard her joyful voice.

  Sadie had been an angel in my life. A distracted driver plowed into her when she was using a pedestrian crosswalk. She died instantly from a head injury. Her death never made the news because I paid off every news agency out there. I didn’t need my business rivals knowing about my weakened emotional state. Plus, I needed to grieve in private and didn’t want the world’s eyes focused on me.

  That was almost ten years ago. I was finally starting to feel whole enough again to find someone new.

  Sadie’s death still haunted me but remembering her and thinking about her no longer made me fall to my knees with the weight of the pain. There had been dark days when I didn’t think I’d be able to live without her. Days when I didn’t want to go on, and days when I found comfort in the bottom of a bottle.

  But Sadie wouldn’t have wanted me to spend the rest of my life getting shit faced and having meaningless sex with whoever offered it. She would have wanted me to fall in love and have a family. To grow old with someone.

  I lovingly ran my thumb over Sadie’s face in the picture and then put the frame into a drawer in my desk. Turning my chair, I stared out the windows again at the moonlit sea.

  I still loved Sadie and would miss her forever, but these past few months something had changed. There were urges I hadn’t felt in a long time. The desire to be in control in the bedroom and to take charge the way I used to grew stronger every day. I’d had fuck buddies and one-night stands, but I hadn’t met anyone who’d held my interest for more than a date or two. I needed a new pet. Someone who could become more to me.

  More and more I wondered why the hell I was working so hard if I had no one to share my success with. If I had no one to go home to. Was Reese the person I wanted to go home to? Was she the girl who would give me the family I wanted? I didn’t know, but her eagerness to please and obey me was a good start.

  My PA, Melissa, had been nagging me for years to move on, but moving on was harder than I’d expected. I wasn’t looking for someone to replace Sadie. That wasn’t fair on Sadie or whoever I eventually settled down with. I was looking for a lover. Someone who was on the same page as me sexually, and Reese was the first woman I’d had a genuine interest in for the longest time.

  There were places I could go to dominate women and get my rocks off, but it wasn’t the same as getting to know someone intimately and exploring their every kink, fantasy and boundary. There was nothing like being able to look into someone’s eyes when you had them on their knees or bound and gagged and seeing pure desire, want and need.

  The way Reese’s pink lips parted when she had her fingers between her legs filled my mind. She had begged me to touch her and fuck her, as her full breasts moved with her panted breath. My dick throbbed from the release I hadn’t given it. Sure, instructing Reese to suck me dry would have been easy, but I didn’t want that to happen in a restroom. It would happen as soon as she signed a non-disclosure agreement. One I’d have Melissa draw up on Monday.

  I might be as horny as fuck, but I wasn’t stupid. I had a billion-dollar company and thousands of employees to protect.

  My thoughts returned to Reese finger fucking her tight pussy on my command. I’d suspected what she did during restroom breaks, although I hadn’t been one-hundred percent sure until she’d confirmed my suspicions. What a horny girl she was—touching herself in the bathroom every single day.

  I smiled to myself and started to stroke my cock through my pants again. It was hardening from my thoughts of Reese. I imagined her finding an empty stall, locking herself in, pulling up her skirt, and running her fingers over the satin of her panties till she reached her insistent pussy.

  I wasn’t lying when I’d told her I had cameras everywhere. I had them in the hallways and in all the offices, but I wasn’t a perverted creep who had them in any private areas like the restroom stalls.

  But every day around the same time, I’d watch Reese make her way to one of the more private restrooms for about ten or fifteen minutes. When she’d reappear, she would always have flushed cheeks and a satisfied cat-who-ate-the-cream look on her face. Now that I’d had a front-row seat, how the fuck was I supposed to focus on work when I knew what she got up to on a daily basis under my roof?

  For too many hours, I’d imagined what her tits looked like. My imagination hadn’t done them justice. Her breasts were creamy and huge with rose nipples, and from the way she pulled and pinched her nipples, I could tell they were one of her erogenous zones. She had even talked about nipple clamps. She liked being rough with herself, and that made her even more attractive. There was nothing more beautiful or appealing than a woman who loved rough, hard sex.

  The fantasies that she shared with me popped into my mind. She wanted—she craved being tied up and helpless. I would gladly bind her and stick my dick down her narrow throat. I tried to imagine what that would look like: her pouty pink lips surrounding my thick cock as it filled her mouth and throat and made her blushing cheeks puff out. Her blue eyes would plead for me to fuck her face, her delicate heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. She would look innocent and dirty with my cock stuck in her mouth, like the hungry little pet she was.

  Reese’s performance tonight showed me she wasn’t afraid to give up control and let a man take charge, but she also wasn’t scared to stand up for herself. I smirked. Simon’s busted nose was proof of that.

  I pictured how she’d splayed herself wide for my perusal. How she’d flicked her swollen clit back and forth, and how she wasn’t ashamed at pleasuring herself or vocalizing that pleasure.

  My pants felt too tight. I unzipped them and pulled out my long cock. It was begging for release. I gripped it tightly, pumping my hand up and down on my shaft. Using my thumb, I traced circles around my base and pulled my other hand close to cup my balls.

  When I sucked Reese’s fingers and tasted her essence, it was all I could do not to bend her over and fuck her from behind. As tempted as I was, fucking her was something I would wait to do. Waiting would make it better. I would string her along till we both were desperate for release. Our first time together would be thrilling and exciting for both of us, and I would make sure it was something neither of us would ever forget.

  Not giving up its throbbing plea for attention, my dick continued to pulse. Relenting, I rubbed my hand over my dickhead, pulling the precum down to dampen my shaft. My swollen cock was more than ready.

  When I squeezed and ran my hand up my length, an involuntary moan fell from my lips. If I wasn’t careful, I would lose it like an inexperienced schoolboy watching his first porno.

  Using a tight grip, I began to stroke harder. My balls tingled and filled, and the pressure in my lower back increased to dangerous levels. Then I remembered Reese’s panties.

  I stopped stroking and strangled the base of my dick to hold off my climax. Jerking off to thoughts of Reese wasn’t something to be rushed.

  When the danger of coming had passed, I got up, dick in hand, and walked over to my coat. I retrieved Reese’s red satin panties from a pocket and held them to my face. I could still smell her. The scent of her arousal was musky and sweet.

  Bringing my hand down, I ran the silky material over my hard cock teasing myself a bit. The lightest brush of the satin was enough to
push me to my limits again. That and the thought that these little panties had touched Reese’s pussy. They had held and cupped her sex as she got wetter with each suggestion and order I made.

  I slumped down onto the couch in my home office. The leather was cool against my sweating back. Opening my legs wide and sliding forward, I resumed my work. The satin of her panties slid softly up and down my shaft. I remembered the way she bit her lip. The way she moaned. The way her hips gyrated. How wet and swollen she was.

  My breathing increased along with the speed of my hand. Fuck. I couldn’t stop the inevitable. It was like I was at the top of the world’s highest roller-coaster about to go into free fall.

  My balls filled to bursting and my hand pumped harder and faster as I hurtled to the end of the ride. Reese’s name spilled from my lips along with several curses, and for a nanosecond, my mind went blank followed by an eruption of hot come spurting over my hand.

  Fuck.

  Jesus.

  Fuck.

  My heart pounded like I’d just crossed the finish line of a marathon in first place. I closed my eyes, wishing Reese were with me to lick every last drop of cum from my hand and stomach.

  Soon.

  Very soon.

  Instead, I rubbed my cum into her panties. It was the perfect way to clean up and Monday she would wear them. My dirty little pet would wear the evidence of my desire. I knew it would make her run to the bathroom and seek her own release. The very thought made me hard again.

  Chapter Seven

  Reese

  Today was the Mondayist of Mondays that had ever Mondayed. I’d never had a more frustrating weekend in my life. Every few minutes, I’d checked my phone to see if it was working—it was. Kane had made zero contact. But what was I expecting? For him to call me up and beg me to come see him because he couldn’t live without me? Had I expected him to declare his never-ending love for me?

  Puh-lease. I’m not dumb.

  And why would he do that? Because I’d finger fucked myself in a public restroom in front of him? I bet women did things like that for him all the time. What had happened between us might never happen again, and I had to accept that.

  It was a few moments of pure, erotic madness, but those few moments would give me aftershocks for the rest of my life. And, who knew, maybe Friday night was the beginning of my bad luck turning a corner. I reached up and pressed my hand against my necklace. The points of the star bit into my fingertips in a comforting way. The only time I’d taken it off over the weekend was to shower. It was now my official good luck charm.

  With my gloved hand wrapped around my daily venti white chocolate mocha, I stamped my feet against the pavement outside of McKenzie Technologies on Park Avenue to ward off the cold. Early Fall in Manhattan had always been my favorite time of year. There was a crisp chill in the air, and the trees were in the process of turning pretty colors.

  I tilted my head back and examined the glass-fronted building. The penthouse office—Kane’s office—was fifty-four stories up and was somewhere I was curious to visit. From what I’d heard, the top floor looked like a luxurious hotel lobby.

  Was he up there watching me, waiting for me? Had he spent the past forty-eight hours obsessing about me the way I’d obsessed about him? Had he jerked off using my panties like he’d said he would, and would they be waiting for me when I reached my cubicle?

  I’d never masturbated more in my life than I had over the past two days. And every time I had, I’d mentally replayed what had happened between us in the restroom. My overactive imagination adding spicier details every time.

  I couldn’t wait to see what this week brought—if anything. The anticipation of what was to potentially come had left me acting like a jittery, lovesick tween. After showering this morning, I’d drawn hearts through the condensation on my bathroom mirror, but then I wiped them away and told myself to grow up. I was twenty-nine, not nineteen.

  I sighed and forced myself to stop gaping at the top floor like a drooling buffoon and headed towards the building. My mundane life would stay on the same mundane path it always had. Today, like every day, I’d go to my cubicle and crunch numbers.

  As much as I fantasized about being Kane’s office pet, he wasn’t going to give me an office right beside his so he could fuck me whenever he wanted too. And nor was he going to have a special pet cage in his office to lock me in if I was a naughty girl. And, besides, I still wasn’t sure what being his office pet entailed, plus he could have changed his mind over the weekend. Someone with Kane’s status could have any woman he wanted, so why would he want me?

  There was more to worry about than Kane summoning me to his office. Simon had friends at McKenzie, and I was sure he’d already whispered in a few people’s ears despite being warned to keep his mouth shut. I so didn’t want to deal with the backlash and office gossip, but there was nothing I could do about it. Time had taught me I couldn’t control people’s words, thoughts, or opinions.

  On Saturday morning, I’d filed a police report about the incident at the art gallery. Yesterday, the female detective I’d spoken to had called to inform me that Simon had left the country but as soon as he set foot on American soil again, he’d be brought in for questioning. I didn’t hold out much hope of any charges being brought, but I felt better knowing the police were now aware of him.

  Needing to get to my cubicle before nine, I pushed my way through the revolving glass doors. My heels clicked against the polished tiles, and I waved at Tony, the gray-haired and wizened security guard who always had a smile for me.

  When I reached the elevator, the doors were about to close, but I stuck my foot in before they did. I didn’t want to give Linda, my manager, a reason to roll her eyes at me for my tardiness again—something I was known for. Timeliness had been a lifelong struggle. I wasn’t cut out for the hustle and bustle of corporate life, but since I had bills and college loans to pay, the next thirty years of my existence, from nine till five, would be spent in a cubicle.

  If I could have, I would have spent my days volunteering at animal shelters but giving love to abandoned pets and strays wouldn’t give me medical or a 401k. Growing up, I had no kind of financial security, and it was the one thing I was determined to give myself even if that meant a life of dreary monotony. No matter what path my life took or how bad my luck sometimes appeared to be, I’d always make sure I had money in the bank for a rainy day.

  I stepped inside the half-full but silent elevator and peered around. Great. Sloane. The bane of my life. She lifted her flawless porcelain doll face from her phone and glanced at me with distaste. My Goodwill ensemble obviously didn’t meet with her approval. I didn’t see the point in spending money on new clothes when I could pick up something just as good from a thrift store.

  The secret was to find one near an upscale neighborhood. I’d scored Coach bags, Jimmy Choo shoes, and even found a few Anne Klein suits that fitted me perfectly. Who cared if they were so last season? I always appeared put together and professional no matter the price tag.

  I met Sloane’s disapproving gaze, and for a second, I wondered what it would be like to have a trust fund and a daddy who paid for everything.

  Without saying a word—her face said everything—Sloane’s attention went back to her phone.

  The elevator stopped on the second floor, and a group of executives in somber business suits stepped in. The last one to step in was Kane. My heart beat so fast and hard I was sure everyone could hear it. An image of me throwing myself at his feet and offering to suck his cock formed in my mind. I bit my lip to stop the laughter bubbling up inside of me at such a ludicrous thought and image.

  I wanted him to look at me and acknowledge me, to somehow let me know that Friday night wasn’t a moment of madness and was something he deeply regretted.

  Sloane lowered her phone and greeted Kane with her perfect veneered smile, and I immediately wanted to kick off my stiletto and stab her blackened heart.

  “Good morning, Mr. McK
enzie. Daddy so enjoyed golfing with you yesterday,” she simpered in a sickly-sweet voice that seemed several octaves higher than usual. “Such a shame we had to leave and come back to the city. We should have cocktails next time you’re at the club.”

  “Perhaps,” he said, giving her a polite nod.

  He punched in a code then hit the button for the penthouse. As soon as the elevator began moving, he turned his attention to me. “Did you have a good weekend, Reese?”

  I swallowed hard, and blood rushed to my cheeks. “Oh, you know, the usual. A lovely jaunt out to the Hamptons on Daddy’s yacht, followed by a rousing game of croquet on the lawn of his beachfront mansion. He has his servants cut the grass with nail scissors to make sure it’s perfect.”

  I could see he was doing his best to hold back his laughter. “Is that so?”

  “Yes. Daddy says the balls roll better on hand-cut grass.”

  “Good to know,” he said with a chuckle. “Remember the assignment I discussed with you on Friday?”

  “Yes, Sir.” It was on the tip of my tongue to say, God, yes, it’s all I’ve thought about.

  “Good. You’ll find the details in the top drawer of your desk. Make it your priority and see it’s attended to as soon as possible and report back to me as soon as you’re finished.”

  “I’ll get to it right away.” Unicorns and fairies pranced around my feet and angels sat on top of my shoulders. He didn’t regret what had happened, and the proof was waiting at my desk. Ha! Take that along with your cocktails, Sloane, and shove them up your ass along with the stick already lodged there.

  The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and both Sloane and I stepped out into the hallway, but before I got further than a few steps, she blocked my path.

  From day one, she’d had it out for me, but I could never figure out why. We worked in the same department. Or I should say, I worked, she filed her nails.