So Bad for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I walked them out to the car and said goodbye.

  Walking back into the new place was like a dream. We had so much more space than we had before. It would take a while for us to save up to buy a couch and the other furniture we needed but that was okay. In a year or so, we would have this place looking great.

  As I poured myself a glass of water, Seth came out of the bedroom with the phone to his ear. “Baby,” he said to get my attention, “Dean Williams wants a word with you.”

  I looked at him shocked. I hadn’t talked to Dean Williams since I thanked him for his recommendation to Wanewright Junior College. Seth just shrugged and handed me the phone.

  “Good Afternoon, Dean Williams,” I said into the phone. “What can I help you with?”

  “Hi Tina,” the Dean’s voice came through the line happy and cheerful. “I’ve heard that your event planning business is going well, and I want to retain your services. You do weddings, right?”

  My heart started beating a mile a minute. This really could be a big break for me. “Yes, Sir! I love planning weddings. I would be delighted to help you. But…” my voice caught a little. “Sir, aren’t you already married?”

  The Dean laughed at my confusion. “Indeed, you’re right. I am. My best friend Brad has just, well, he asked the girl of his dreams to marry him. It’s supposed to be a big wedding and I think you will be the perfect planner.”

  I thanked him and we worked out the details for the first panning meeting.

  “Oh, and Tina,” the Dean said before we hung up. “Brad is pretty well off. Why don’t you raise your fee a bit?”

  I was shocked at his suggestion, but Dean Williams was the dean of the business school, so he always had money on the brain.

  “Yes, Sir,” I stammered. I thanked him again and hung up.

  I turned to Seth who had heard most of the conversation. “We will be able to buy a couch soon!” I rushed into his arms. Everything was going perfect today.

  Seth leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I ran my hands into his hair, pulled him down, and kissed him deeper. I traced his lips with my tongue and then he opened his mouth to let our tongues twist together.

  My husband was still the sexiest man I knew. We had been married for a year, but I still wanted him.

  Seth pulled back a bit. “Shall we try out the new bed?” His voice was a little breathless and deep.

  I kissed him in response, grabbed his hand and ran for the bedroom. Once I hit the door, I dropped my husband’s hand, and took a leap on to the bed. I fell into its softness and bounced a bit. I giggled a bit.

  Seth didn’t jump like I did. He stalked me with his eyes blazing with desire. As he approached the bed, he pulled off his t-shirt revealing his hard, defined abs. Seth was tall and lean. He had a beautiful body and just the sight of it made me wet. When his hands traveled to the button of his jeans, I found myself pulling off my own clothing. I wanted him and as soon as possible.

  My jeans and shirt were gone in a flash, thrown into a pile on the floor. Only clad in my bra and panties, I leaned back onto the new mattress and gave Seth a deep lidded look. He looked up and down my curves. He loved how I was built, and I knew it. I flipped my long blonde hair over my shoulder and smiled at him.

  Seth reached for my ankles. His strong hands locked over both, but then he stopped and looked at the bed frame.

  “You know, I think this is just about the perfect height,” he said.

  I looked at him for an explanation, but he didn’t give one. He just pulled me by the legs until my butt was right at the edge of the bed. I looked up at him in surprise and loved what I saw. My husband was standing over me. He was so big and dominate. Just the sight of him made my pussy ache.

  Seth’s hands ran up my legs and his fingers found the hem of my panties. He pulled them down, revealing my pussy. Then he took off his boxers. Seth was well endowed. His thick, long cock was already hard. He took it in hand and stroked it a bit as he looked over my body.

  With his other hand, he ran two fingers over my lower lips and then dipped them gently into my pussy. My breath caught.

  He smiled. “Still wet for me, I see.”

  “Always.”

  He finger fucked me a bit, watching as I pushed my hips into his hand and squeezed his fingers with my pussy walls. Twisting a bit, he found my g spot and massaged it till I was moaning.

  “Ready for me?” he asked.

  I nodded, unable to find the words.

  I had gone on birth control just after we got married, so condoms were no longer an issue. Both Seth and I wanted kids, but we also wanted to be able to afford them. A baby would have to wait till the time was right.

  Now I could see what he meant about the bed being the right height. The mattress and I were at the perfect fucking height. Seth didn’t have to lean down or anything. He could stand and fuck me all night long.

  And that’s what he planned to do. He ran his hard cock up and down my folds a bit, making sure I was wet and ready. Then he pushed in. The head of his cock spilt me open and his length glided into me. It filled me up and the gentle, slow way he entered me was divine.

  “Mmmm,” he moaned. “I love being able to fuck you on my feet. It leaves my hands free for so much.”

  To demonstrate, he leaned forward a bit and pulled my breasts from my bra. He massaged them, grabbing them and squeezing them hard. Then he pinched my nipples. I moaned. It felt so good to have him play with my breasts and fuck me at the same time. This position was truly perfect.

  Seth glided his cock in and out of me, then increased his speed until he was pounding me hard. I wound my legs around his waist and pulled him into me deeper. His long cock brushed up against my cervix, causing us both to shutter with pleasure.

  My stomach tightened and my pussy clenched under the friction of Seth’s cock. He was fucking me as hard as he could, and I loved it.

  “Yes, baby,” I moaned.

  I put my arms over my head and grabbed handfuls of the sheets. I arched my back to change the angle of his dick slightly. It slammed into the walls of my pussy; feeling perfect as he filled me up. My pussy gripped him tighter and tighter as my excitement grew.

  “Oh God,” I moaned.

  “You going to come for me, baby?” my husband asked.

  “God, yes! I’m so close!”

  He pinched my nipples harder, just like I liked, and it sent me over the edge. The tension in my stomach and pussy twisted and then released. Tingles shot up threw me and I saw stars.

  Seth grunted. His cock was clenched hard in my pulsing pussy. I milked him—my pussy begging him for his seed and Seth delivered. He came, hard. His dick thrust hard and spurt after spurt of cum hit my pussy walls. He coated me good and the warm feeling made me come again. My whole body shook and quivered.

  When Seth could move again, he slid out of me gently and climbed onto the bed next to me. I put my head on his shoulder after kissing him lightly on the cheek.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” he muttered, and I could tell he was close to falling asleep.

  It had been a big day, but I was excited, and I couldn’t sleep yet. I lay in my husband’s arms and dreamt about our future. We might be poor right now, but big things were happening. We were going to make it. We used to fight each other, now we were just fighting for our future. And in that fight, we made a pretty great team.

  THE END

  Binding His Virgin

  Club Lush Book 1

  Copyright © 2019

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter 1

  Melissa

  I’m standing as far back from all the lights and people as physically possible. I knew this would happen. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy myself as much as Samantha, Britney, Shay, Karen and Becky said I would. Because, as they’ve all often done ever since we were kids, they made the mistake of assuming I
was them. That because they enjoy the music, lights and sounds of a dance club, that I will.

  I’m watching them now, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the second. I’m standing with my purse clutched to my chest, wondering why I couldn’t have just had the birthday celebration I wanted. A few cocktails at home, to celebrate the big 21, a nice dinner that we all could’ve cooked together — before sitting down to watch some sexy movies.

  But, no instead, I’m gasping for breath like a fish out of water, the proverbial fly on the wall who’s about to get smashed.

  I hate being the way I am. I hate the fact that I’m so shy and easily overwhelmed. Especially when I know everyone’s having so much fun, and how they all just did this for my benefit. To make my big day into a big night of festivities, but I just can’t handle it anymore. I need to go somewhere else, before I pass out from all this stimulation.

  I spot my friends dancing together, flirting with a few of the men in the club who have shown them interest. I don’t want to interrupt their fun, but I know I’m never going to get out of here if I don’t. So, mustering what bit of courage I have, I go over to them and try to get their attention.

  Karen, a short hair-haired bundle of energy, is the first to see me. Followed by Becky. Full of curls and dark, flashing eyes, Becky enjoys the nightlife.

  “Hey, birthday girl! So glad you finally decided to join us!”

  I blush, feeling even worse about what I’m about to do: ask for a different venue, a different place to go to finish tonight’s celebrations.

  Shay, with every color in the rainbow along her hair, and in her makeup (she’s always wanted to be a unicorn), gives me a comforting smile. She comes over, glomming on to me.

  “You want to get outta here, don’t you, Mel?”

  I don’t answer her, but feel myself going redder and hotter by the moment.

  My eyes shoot over to Britney, the instigator of all this — who’s in the middle of flirting with a rugged looking guy with five o’clock shadow — hoping she’ll give me what I want. I take another deep breath, and decide to approach.

  “Britney.”

  The first time I say her voice, I don’t expect her to hear me. I am as quiet as a mouse most of the time, even without loud music blaring.

  “Um, Britney?” I step a little closer, deciding to grab the sleeve on her slinky dress instead. “Britney, I’ve really got to get out of here. I can’t handle the noise.”

  Letting out a breathy, amused laugh, she tells the guy that we’re all here celebrating my birthday what I’d just said, and Sexy Stubble turns to me and tries to make conversation with me. About my birthday, of course, whether he can buy me a drink. But I just turn my eyes down, before turning him down.

  “No. No, thank you.”

  I then turn my attention back to Britney, whose undivided attention I finally have.

  “I really need to get out of here. I know you think this is a good time, but you know how I am!”

  Britney sweeps back her chestnut brown hair, puckers her cotton-candy pink lips, and sighs. It’s not the sigh of someone who’s upset, just depressed.

  “I know,” she says, drawing me aside with her, and telling the rest of our click to follow with a “come on, girls.”

  She’s quiet a moment as we find our way out of the bustle, and then says, “I know, Mel. I was just…was really hoping you might enjoy yourself in a place like this, even with how sensitive you are.” We all keep walking out of the dance and lounge area, toward the main doors. “But I don’t really know where else we can celebrate.”

  “Yeah, especially when we did already drive a few hours to get here,” points out Becky. “I mean, if you wanted to go somewhere quiet, we should have just stayed in our borough.”

  I hang my head, feeling awful. It doesn’t help that the air outside is cold, or that now that we’re out of the club, there isn’t anywhere else I can think of to go, other than home.

  Shay elbows Becky. I don’t have to see behind me to know. I can tell by the cursing that follows.

  “Don’t be mean, Becky. She really didn’t want to go in, but we made her. You, more than anyone else, actually. So you don’t get to complain when she does exactly what we all knew she would.”

  Shay closes the distance between us, and slings her arm around me.

  “Don’t worry about it, girl. We’ll find something else to do. Somewhere else to go.”

  Chapter 2

  Melissa

  After making our way some distance away from the neon signs and dark windows, we have come to a stop under some streetlights. Not a stone’s throw away, there is a map of the surrounding area. It gives you some idea of nearby shops and restaurants, but we’d already consulted that.

  And at that time, there weren’t many things open. There were certainly not going to be many options now, either.

  “We’ll end up going home,” says Becky, sounding disappointed.

  “Not unless we end up seeing something interesting,” answers Britney, sounding as though she’s already found that “something interesting.”

  Without even waiting for us to see what she sees, she yells at us to come on, to follow her, so we do.

  “Interesting clothes like that don’t just come out of run-of-the-mill restaurants or bars,” I hear her breathe.

  Against my shy and unsure nature, I look up to see what she means. And there, just getting ready to turn a corner, is a woman dressed in a red and black corset. She’s wearing thick black and red boots as well, and enough belt buckles traveling the length of her legs and thighs to accentuate her smooth, white skin underneath.

  While I’m embarrassed for the young woman (I would never be caught dead in clothes like that; my dad would kill me), I’m a little intrigued. I hate to admit it, but since Britney’s already dragging us after her, I’m interested in seeing what rabbit hole she might be scurrying back to.

  I don’t know how long we’re running for, following this young woman, but we quickly end up in a part of town we are not used too. Not that any of us are paying much attention, but I’m starting to get nervous about that fact. And scared, since our car is now at least ten city blocks away, and this part of town isn’t as well-traveled.

  We watch the corset-wearing woman pick her way across the street, and confidently join up with a dapper-looking man in a suit. They stand in front of the large, mansion-like building, before going inside.

  The building is Colonial in some aspects, but also reminiscent of the frat houses around my college campus. Club Lush, reads the fancy, old-timely plaque above the doors.

  I’m not sure what kind of club it is, or whether I want to even go inside, but Britney says for all of us to come on, and to see what fun can be had, despite this place looking way too fancy and way too exclusive to just allow for walk-ins.

  I want to object to this plan, but I’m too shy.

  Shay makes sure I follow, and Becky, Samantha and Karen bring up the rear, making sure I don’t flee.

  Hustling across the street, Britney pulls open one of the large dark-stained wooden doors, and we all sneak inside.

  Sneak.

  That really is an accurate depiction, since, the moment we get on the other side, it’s clear we don’t even belong in this breezeway, let alone whatever establishment is beyond the other set of double doors. The dapper gentleman and his corset-wearing lady are speaking to a bouncer. While he’s wearing a fancy suit and tie, the bulge and bulk in his muscles are clearly visible, as are the other well-dressed couples around, no doubt waiting for their turn to be let in.

  The bouncer immediately sees us, and no doubt our less-expensive clothing and accessories.

  “It seems we’ve lost our way tonight, ladies,” he says. “I’ve never seen you around, and this establishment isn’t open to all. You must have an invitation or a membership to get past me.”

  The dapper gentleman unlaces his fingers from those of his lady.

  I don’t know what it is about him, but
he screams money. Obscene amounts of it, as well as influence.

  Maybe it’s the way he carries himself. Maybe it’s the fact that he has more money on display on one of his fingers than I have in my whole bank account.

  He looks at all of us, but particularly at me, and says, “Let them in. I forgot to mention I was bringing guests tonight, Lyon. My apologies. If anyone has issue with them, tell them to come talk to me.”

  With that said, he takes the hand of his lady, gives us a bow of the head, and retreats into the second pair of double doors.

  The intriguing couple gone, and with no other option, the bouncer says, “My mistake, ladies. Any guest of Mr. Ainsworth is a friend of ours. Please, make yourselves at home.”

  With that, Britney urges the rest of us inside. Adding, “quick, before he changes his mind!”

  I don’t really want to go any further inside of the club, now that I realize how much money all of these people seem to have, and that we really should’ve had an invitation to poke around, but it’s too late. We’re already through the last barrier, the set of double doors, and in the body of the club.

  Immediately, I see that this one isn’t like the one we just left. Instead of dance floor areas and a large bar, there are open spaces with naked people on display. Some are being strapped to walls, with roiling carts full of gadgets nearby; others are being whipped with actual flogs and other implements.

  “Oh shit,” giggles Britney, “I’ve heard rumors about places like this, but to actually stumble upon one? Holy fucking God,” she breathes. “Now this is perfect for birthday celebration!”

  As she is whispering, I’m watching in a confusing mix of horror, excitement and embarrassment as other couples are threading through us: for one pair, one is in a collar, while the other is holding the leash. Some even are wearing hoods.

  I’m so embarrassed by the surroundings, I can’t get myself to focus on anything. I keep following Britney, barely realizing that we are being taken to a table close to the bar/kitchen. Our waitress is scantily clad, but between my discomfort at all the weird noises (people seem to enjoy getting flicked with leather), I don’t care.