So Bad for Me: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  “A little birdie told me,” he answers, moving more of himself into my hand.

  I know that’s his way of saying back to work. I didn’t say you could stop.

  So, I resume my caressing of him, realizing I’ve moved to include his thick and heavy balls as objects of my affection.

  “I’m…” I blush, realizing fully that I’m touching a stranger’s cock. That I have been for the last several minutes unabashedly, without ever questioning or objecting to it. I blush deeper, and focus on his big, deep and bright blue eyes. “My name is Melissa.”

  “Melissa.” My name rumbles out of his throat and over his lips like a dark, thick alcohol. Something much more exotic and headier than I ever thought my name could be. “Well, Melissa. Since it’s your birthday, would you like me to give you a present?”

  I swallow thickly, fidgeting. With my hand still cupped around his length, I’m surprised by my answer.

  “Yes, sir,” I say.

  I say it quietly, feeling my cheeks flame with heat, and my neck prickle.

  He brings my chin in his hand, brings my eyes more firmly up to his.

  “Good. Although I will have to come up with an appropriate present for you. It’ll be exactly what you need, but only after I’ve seen what kind of a good girl you can be for me.”

  There’s a pause, as he takes the other arm down from the wall, but keeps my wrist clasped in his fingers.

  “You’re coming home with me, Melissa. You know what your answer needs to be to get that present I want to give you, don’t you?”

  Present or no, I know exactly how I would— and should— respond.

  “Yes,” I say.

  Already, I can feel myself grinning. From joy and excitement, not fear.

  “Yes, what?” he asks.

  “Yes, Sir,” I say, bringing my eyes down, and my face to the side. “Yes, I will come home with you.”

  I feel him smile. At the same time, I feel myself being drawn away from the wall like a princess in a pair of gilded handcuffs. My wrist firmly in hand, Jake leads me out of the bathroom and through the body of the club. The entire way, I’m feeling deliciously free and trapped at the same time.

  Like I’ve been captured by him, but not to go to prison or to a dungeon. But to his treasury, where he keeps all of his most precious things.

  I don’t see any of my friends at the table we were originally seated at. But, as we make our way out of the club, I see them all around. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to see them indulging themselves in club activity, but I am.

  Some of my friends are seated at various tables, kissing people. Others are dancing. And Brittany, I spot her getting spread against the wall like I was, except she’s being chained into an actual pair of handcuffs.

  Every one of my friends seems to be enjoying themselves, so I don’t worry over it. I don’t question it.

  I do, however let them see me happily leaving with Jake. I smile and gesture for them to have fun, just before we escape out the front pair of doors, and out into the night.

  There, my long and sleek ride awaits, ready to usher me into more of this unexpected fairytale.

  Chapter 6

  Jake

  Outside of Club Lush, my limo awaits us. The presence of its black, sleek form next to the sidewalk isn’t new. But what is, is the look I see on my shy one’s face.

  It’s excitement. It’s surprise and lust. I can tell she’s admiring her surroundings, physically and financially, as if my wealth on display is as big and full as the cock I made her feel up in the bathroom.

  I straighten my shoulders, leading her to the large open door. The driver comes around to open the door for us and gives my lady and me a greeting. Melissa leans closer to me, not responding to him.

  Interesting. She won’t speak to him just because she was spoken to.

  As I lead her gently into the large, sprawling back seat, I wonder about that. I lightly stroke my cock, wondering how far I can push her – how good she really is, and whether it’s her shyness that makes her avoid speaking to my driver, or something else.

  Obedience.

  As the driver prepares to close the limo door on us, I say to him, “Take us to my penthouse, Jericho.”

  The driver nods, and as he walks around the vehicle to take his place behind the wheel, I close the partition between the belly of the limo and the driver’s cab. Privacy is the name of my game, though I know Jericho would give it to me without a single objection.

  I could’ve asked him to close the partition himself, but I want Melissa to see how much control I have. I want her to see and appreciate how every little detail around me falls under my control, my command.

  Just like she will see up close and personal, in a moment.

  As the limo begins to pull away from the curb and move down the quiet, dark streets around Club Lush, I watch Melissa drinking in her surroundings a moment. I savor her looking like a little white rabbit in her party dress, having fallen down the wrong rabbit hole.

  Then, when I’ve had my fill of her in this way, I reach over to a minibar nearby and grab two champagne glasses. Frosted and ready for serving alcohol, they are as cold as the champagne bottle I pull out next.

  Deftly, I uncork it and splash the contents into the champagne glasses and offer her one.

  “Ever had champagne, Melissa?”

  I know she hasn’t. She is just turned twenty-one, and if she’s the good girl I’ve already pegged her to be, she hasn’t touched a single drop.

  But I want her to admit what I’ve already figured out about her.

  To prove to me what a good girl she is, since I did promise her a present.

  Melissa looks down and folds her hands nervously in her lap.

  “No,” she whispers almost too quietly for me to hear, “I haven’t.”

  She brings her gloriously innocent eyes up toward me. She chews on her lip, blushing.

  “I know other girls my age have already been experimenting for years by now, but I was raised strictly. My dad was military, so drinking under the age was out of the question.”

  She looks directly at me, as if already guilty of some trespass.

  “Not that I was ever curious about that,” she continues. “I did what I was told. Happily. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be succeeding the way I have. Going to school and everything.”

  I smile at her, offering her the champagne again.

  “Well, you’re twenty-one as of tonight,” I say. “So, you’re going to have the glass of champagne I’m offering you.”

  Melissa doesn’t need me to explain further.

  She nods and then quickly takes the proffered glass.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she murmurs, and brings the rim of it to her mouth.

  She takes a few delicate, polite sips.

  As she does, I can tell she’s not sure whether she likes it or not. Whether it’s too sweet or too bitter.

  But after those first sips, she rests the glass on her leg, as if she’s going to spend the whole ride nursing it. That’s not in my plans, and it’s not for her to decide tonight, though I don’t know the first thing about what her alcohol tolerance is.

  Guess we’ll figure that out in a moment, won’t we?

  “When I said you would drink that glass of champagne, I meant the whole thing. Drink. Now,” I say, watching to see if she fights me.

  She hesitates. But only for a moment, before bringing the glass to her lips and drinking down the whole thing.

  She looks nervous doing so but she finishes it, down to the last drop. I finish mine in the same quick manner, before taking both of our empty glasses and tossing them onto the opposite seat.

  Without so much as a word to her, I get to kissing her again. Soon, I’m making out fully with her, and in a way that I was unable to do in the restroom. I kiss her everywhere I can, touching everywhere I can over her clothes, and I’m both surprised and excited when she starts returning my kisses.

  She’s soft and wild, wit
h the way she presses them into my skin and mouth. She’s giggling like crazy, too, which, the more we melt into each other, I realize is because she’s getting tipsy. That single glass of champagne was enough to get her borderline drunk, not just loosened up.

  I pull away, ripping off my tie. I wasn’t planning to do anything like this until we got to the penthouse, but with how agreeable she seems, I’ve decided to test her some more.

  “I’m going to tie you up,” I say, watching her expression.

  While she is still rosy and warm from our kissing, I notice that my words cause her some alarm. That’s exactly what I was expecting, and exactly what I’m interested in exploring.

  Pulling the tie into my hands completely, I add, “Hands behind your back.”

  Melissa obeys, despite her look of fear and hesitation.

  I act quickly, binding her hands behind her back with the tie. As I tighten the knot just enough so that it doesn’t slip off, I notice the fiery, liquid blush in her cheeks.

  Encouraged by this, I begin to stroke and touch her all over, this time over and under her white party dress. Filled with sequins and feathery bits, it’s a joy to touch.

  “This outfit is beautiful,” I murmur, enjoying the sound of her small, shivering gasps. “But you’re gorgeous. Your delicious curves and doll-like face are exceptionally unparalleled, Melissa.”

  Again, as she did when in the bathroom, she objects to me calling her beautiful, even as she is beginning to arch and swoon into my fingers.

  “No, I’m not beau—”

  I pull down the straps on her dress to interrupt her, as much as to force her attention back to me. In seconds, her breasts are visible. They come bounding out of the silky fabric, showing their plump excitement.

  Already, her nipples are stiff, and her skin is flushed a deep, vibrant color. I play with her nipples, alternating between my fingers and my tongue.

  “Don’t. If you say any more nasty things about yourself, I will have to gag you. You want that, Melissa?” Here, I roll her nipples between my fingers, and run my tongue through her cleavage. “A gag?”

  “No,” she mewls, “no, sir.”

  “Then accept compliments when I give them to you,” I say and continue to fondle and lick her.

  I’ve moved from her nipples to her belly and thighs, kissing and rolling my tongue over each space. As I do, I feel her getting hotter and breathier. I also hear her begging for my attention to return to her nipples. Her breasts.

  Wanting her to be truly submissive, I back away from any and all contact with her. I stop kissing and touching her, even when I hear her panic at the loss of my warmth.

  “No,” she whines, looking at me like I’ve sentenced her to the worst punishment imaginable, “Please don’t stop! I want more, Sir. Please!”

  She’s so submissive and heartbroken, the way she is begging, I’ve decided there’s only one way to reward this. I unzip the fly on my pants, and pull out my big cock. No longer held down by clothing, it’s allowed to reach its full length, its full girth.

  I begin to pump it fiercely, silently, savoring Melissa’s look of shock. Shock that I’m masturbating in front of her, and that my cock is really that big.

  I lean in to her, fisting my length harder and faster now. My balls clench a second later, pushing warm, thick lava up toward my head. I breathe into the sensation, jamming my fingers into my shaft for more grip. Wanting more sensation, I’m gritting my teeth.

  Then, right when I’m about to groan out loud at the whisper of her soft, plump breasts, I come all over them. Three separate pools of cum flow out of me and then land on her with soft, liquid splats.

  I hear her breathe in sharply, but she doesn’t let out an objection.

  Only the smallest shivering whimper.

  Just the way I like it.

  Chapter 7

  Melissa

  I’m drunk.

  On my first glass of champagne ever, and on all the kisses.

  Jake overwhelmed me in the bathroom, but that has no comparison to this. Between all the touching and fondling, not to mention the bubbly moving through my bloodstream, I can barely think. I can barely believe my situation right now, let alone the fact that I’m now watching Jake pull out his large dick and masturbate over me.

  And after I begged him to keep playing with my nipples, my breasts.

  The way he just crouches over me, rubbing himself while never breaking eye contact with me — seeing how strong and commanding that action is, I’m dizzy and wet between my legs. I’m fidgeting and wiggling, even as he presses himself into me, and demands my breasts as his own personal canvas.

  I offer no objection, but rather only the slightest shivering whimper to the feeling of his thick, hot cum splashing on me. As I feel it land and drip down and over my nipples, I also feel my pussy clench.

  My lips and clit tingle, and as I look up into his blue eyes, and the dark, shiny waves of hair surrounding them, I know I want to lose my virginity tonight.

  I want to have that cock inside me, with that cum on my ass next time.

  That would be a great present, I decide. For him to take my virginity.

  I would love for a man like him, so rich, strong and commanding; I would love to be taken by him. I want to be made into a real woman tonight, no matter if he keeps me like this all night: tied up, bound tightly and under his control, unable to get away.

  As these thoughts leave my head, Jake scoops up the splashes of cum on my chest with his fingers and holds them up to my lips.

  “Give this a taste, Melissa,” he says. “I want to see how well you take it, since you downed that champagne like a good girl. And good girls get presents. Whatever their hearts desire.”

  He says this as though he has the ability to read my mind, not just the naked parts of my body on display for him.

  Timidly, I take the offered fingers in my mouth and clean them. The taste of his cum is strange to me. Not bad, just strange. I’ve never had anything like it before, and it’s salty. It’s slightly sweet, a bit musky.

  As I clean the last bits from his fingertips, I can’t help but wonder what it might taste like on his cock. I also wonder if he expects me to give that a taste as well, since I can see it resting nearby, dripping with fluid like white, silky sugar.

  Jake pulls his fingers from my lips, causing them to make a wet, popping noise.

  “Spotless,” he remarks, pleasantly. “Good girl, Melissa. You must have enjoyed it, to do such a thorough job.”

  A pause, as he decides to rub off his cock with a hidden handkerchief and then put it away.

  “Either that, or you are just that obedient.”

  He gives my nipples one last bit of attention.

  “Obedient or hungry for my cum, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter either way, Melissa. I’m satisfied, and content to reward you appropriately when we get to my penthouse.”

  He gives me one final kiss to my lips, before setting himself properly in the seat again. Me, he leaves slumped over against one of the far doors, my chest still exposed.

  I don’t complain or ask to be helped into a more comfortable position. I know he’s testing me even now.

  I want to do well. I want to continue to please him. Not because I think he’ll reward me even more, but because I want him to be happy with me. It pleases me when he’s pleased, no matter my temporary discomfort.

  And right now, I’m determined to show him just what kind of good girl I am, even if that means staying exactly where I am, until we reach his penthouse suite.

  Chapter 8

  Melissa

  Eventually, we end up in front of some fancy, high-end looking apartment buildings. This must be the “penthouse” Jake referred to earlier.

  As I start to feel the limo slow its speed, and watch out the window as trees and buildings shift in response to the movements of the wheels, Jake pulls me into a proper sitting position.

  He also fixes my dress and my hair, to hide any evidence of how
he was entertaining himself on the way home. I’m grateful for his attentiveness to me, his care for my decency in front of the driver, who is no doubt going to come around and open the door for us.

  As he puts the last strap in place, the last tendril of hair in order, the engine stops. I hear a door opening, just before ours.

  At that point, Jake stands me up with him, but he leaves my wrists tied. He holds me there. It’s an act of both control and care.

  “Your penthouse, sir,” announces the driver.

  “Thank you, Jericho,” he says, leading me out of the limo ahead of them, his hands still firmly clasped around my bound ones. “You may go on break. Be at ease. We will not need your services for the rest of the night.”

  “As you wish, Mr. Carpenter,” intones the driver, as we leave him for the swanky, key-entry patio of the apartment building in question.

  His penthouse must be somewhere in here. It’s probably on some top-level floor, knowing his wealth and influence.

  With a few practiced moves, Jake and I end up inside the apartment building. It’s just as classy as the exterior, filled with carpet, tapestries and a giant pottery vase. There are security guards and front desk workers, but none pay attention to Jake, which I’m glad for, seeing as my wrists are still bound with his tie.

  He summons an elevator for us with one push of an illuminated button. It’s already there, so we don’t have to wait. We just get in, and he selects another button for his floor. It’s the topmost one, as I’d already suspected.

  As we stand in the elevator, waiting for it to reach its destination, I’m glad it’s just him here with me. I don’t have to worry about how any of this looks, or what any of my friends might think, if they were here.

  “So, you’re going to school,” says Jake, after we’ve passed a few floors. “Where?”

  “NYU, sir,” I say, embarrassed that I almost forgot my manners with him.

  “NYU,” he muses. “What are you studying there?”

  “Business, sir,” I reply, not sure whether he’ll be impressed by that or not, given how much money he has obviously made.