So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  Did you follow my orders?

  What? I type back, not remembering him telling me to do anything.

  Open your legs. Let me see if you followed my orders.

  I don’t know what else to do, so slowly I open my thighs feeling my skirt slip up over my knees as the material stretches. The idea of him watching me is getting me hot. My pussy, which was already aching, is now getting wet from my desire. My panties are damp, and I wonder if he can see that.

  You didn’t follow my orders. Bad Pet. You will have to be punished.

  What?

  I told you no panties for the next few weeks. I installed some cameras under your desk; I want to watch your pussy as you work. So short skirts and no panties.

  But I thought I was supposed to help you in the basement.

  You will. When I decide you deserve it. You disappointed me today, pet. I was going to have you blow me, but now, I think not. Time for your punishment.

  My hips shift on their own. They thrust with need. Never have typed words turned me on so much. All I can think about is the huge bulge that was in Christian’s pants yesterday. I’m dying to see his long, hard cock. I can’t wait to touch it. Heat fills my body, and I run a hand down over my stomach, up under my skirt and slip my fingers over my panties.

  No. No. No. Christian types. No touching yourself. You haven’t earned that yet, but I like your enthusiasm. Open your top right desk drawer.

  When I pull the drawer open, a medium-sized black box meets my eyes. The sight of it brings a smile to my face. How can he be punishing me and giving me gifts at the same time? However, when I open the box, I’m confused. Inside is a bright pink…thing. It looks like a mix of a tadpole and a vibrator.

  Making sure that no one is looking, I pull the thing out of the box. The silicone exterior is smooth to my touch, but there are no buttons. I flip the thing over just to make sure.

  Christian has been typing while I was looking at his present, so I glance up to catch what he wrote.

  Take off your panties. Now.

  Instead of following his orders, I type back. What is it?

  It’s a Bluetooth enabled vibrator. You are going to slip that into your pussy every day, and I’m going to watch you cum as often as I like.

  I swear my pussy does a happy dance. My skin feels flushed, and I start to tremble slightly. I want this so badly. I want to cum for Christian as he watches, I just have to be discreet, so that none of my coworkers realize what is going on.

  Looking around, making sure that everyone in the area has their eyes on their computers, I slowly open my legs wider. Over the chat, Christian immediately praises me. Slowly and as seductively as I can, I run my hands up over my inner thighs, giving my Master a quick show. My fingertips touch the hem of my panties. Hooking them in, I pull the panties off quickly and stuff them into my purse. I keep one hand on my pussy folds, slipping my fingers up and down to feel my own wetness.

  I can see how much you want this, pet. That’s my good girl, Christian types. Put the vibe in now so I can give you your punishment.

  Taking the pink vibe out of its box, I glance at the instructions to understand just how it needs to be placed. The thick end goes inside while the skinny end needs to be outside of my body for Christian to control it remotely. I rub it up and down my lower lips to get it wet, then push it in. There is some immediate release. Just having something inside of me, stretching my pussy walls makes me feel better. I have to clamp my mouth shut to keep from moaning with pleasure.

  Now, let's see how fast you cum, my pet. I want to see that hot little pussy twitch before my eyes.

  The first set of vibrations rips through me. The odd-shaped thing is powerful. My pussy walls jump, making me want to slam my legs shut and lean forward on my desk, but I know I have to keep my legs spread for Christian to see. My hips jut back and forth voluntarily as the vibrations increase. In my mind, I imagine that it is my boss’s big, thick cock thumping inside of me, not some toy. I can’t wait till he fucks me for real, but this will do for now.

  Catching the sound of the elevator doors opening, I freeze. My legs snap closed, and I rest my hands on the keyboard, anxiously trying to click to another screen — something that isn’t so taboo. I can hear Kane’s voice now. He’s giving someone a tour. I have to stop with the sex play before he catches me.

  I close Watercooler and bring up my accounting work. Acting normal and figuring out where I am at on my list of things to do isn’t going well. Christian keeps buzzing me. The vibe pulses in short quick bursts that light up my pussy and make me want to scream.

  Watercooler reopens on my computer — on its own — with a message from Christian. Where did you go?

  Not now, I type quickly and close the app again. I brush my hair back, make sure my clothing looks perfect and put a big smile on my face. There should be no way that anyone knows what I have been doing.

  The vibe in my pussy goes nuts. It zaps and throbs and vibrates like Christian is trying to get my attention.

  Open your legs, pet. Watercooler is open again. I want to see it.

  Not now, I type again. Kane coming.

  LOL. So?

  The vibe goes off again, longer this time. My whole abdomen lights up. Heat pools in my pussy. I’m going to cum if he keeps this up.

  I can’t. Not now. I beg over the chat program. Please. He’s almost to my desk.

  Cum, pet! Let me see you cum! Open your legs!

  The vibe is shaking so hard inside me. I feel like I am going to faint. Kane is a few desks over talking to one of my coworkers, and oddly, the fact that I’m about to get caught adds an extra thrill. I feel my skin go hot. I know my cheeks are red. Part of my brain says fuck it. I let go, open my legs as wide as I can for Christian’s camera and put a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.

  Good pet! Show me that sweet pussy.

  Vibrations between my legs get harder. The thing pulses, feeling almost like a throbbing cock. Electric tingles twitch over my spine. Then I cum hard. My pussy quivers and throbs. A tiny bit of my own juices run down my legs. It’s all right in front of the camera for Christian.

  My breath comes in pants. I can feel how flushed my face is, but I have to resist putting my head down on my desk and losing myself in the afterglow. Part of me wants to run down to the basement and ride Christian until he begs for mercy, but I can’t. I have to stay at my desk until he requests me. I bite my lip, hoping that the request comes soon. Did I make him hard?

  “Mandy?”

  A shiver runs down my body. My stomach is instantly nauseous. My afterglow is gone in a second at the sound of a voice that I never wanted to hear again.

  I turn to look into the only pair of brown eyes that I hate. Jered, my ex, is standing at the opening to my cubical with Kane at his side. He has his eyebrows raised and a smirky smile on his face that I want to wipe off with a jackhammer.

  Kane leans an arm along the wall of my cubical. “Do you two know each other?”

  Jered crosses his arms over his chest. He hasn’t taken his eyes off my face. I’m not sure if he knows what I was just doing, but he has to suspect. Nervously, I brush my hair back behind my ears then sit up a little taller.

  Jered opens his big mouth to answer, but I speak before he can. “Old acquaintances. No big story.” My hands need something to do, so I grab a bunch of files on my desk, push them into one pile and tap that pile into a neat stack. I’m sure my discomfort is noted by both men.

  Kane drums his fingers on the top of my cubical. He gives me a slight nod. “I see. Well, Mr. Coleman here is joining the McKenzie Tech team in HR. He’s going to be in charge of new hires and background checks.”

  I can feel my face going paler and paler. Jered cannot be here. He certainly cannot work here. The idea of having to be nice to this man, who figuratively spit into my face when I was my most vulnerable, is too much.

  “I see,” I snap. Turning my chair so that I can pretend to be busy, I try to calm my flipping stomach.
“Good luck, Mr. Coleman.” My words are a dismissal. It’s rude and not something I should do in front of the CEO, but I can’t help myself.

  Jered opens his stupid, smirky mouth, again, to say something — probably something fake and trite, but the phone on my desk rings, halting his words.

  “This is Mandy,” I answer after putting the phone to my ear.

  “Ms. Burmmell.” It’s Christian. He’s speaking very loudly into the phone. So loudly I’m sure that the two men who are still loitering at my desk can hear. “I could use your assistance in the basement immediately.”

  “One second.” I look up at Kane and try not to smile. “It’s Mr. Keeley. Time to start my second assignment.”

  Kane shrugs and then nods.

  “I’ll be right down,” I tell Christian and hang up.

  Kane tells Jered to head towards Sloane’s office. I don’t look at him. I don’t watch my ex leave or say goodbye — he didn’t before, why should I now? His eyes are burning holes into the side of my face. His breath is loud. I can practically feel the heat off his body like a sunburn, but I will not look at him or acknowledge his presence any further. Mr. Coleman can have the cold shoulder for the rest of the time we work together. Hopefully, he will do something stupid and get fired. Maybe knock up some other stupid girl who believes his charm.

  I shake my head, wiping thoughts of the past out of my mind then realize that Kane is still leaning on my cubical and watching me with an expectant expression in his chocolate-brown eyes.

  “Everything okay, Mandy?” he asks. I can tell from the tone of his voice, in his mind, he is acting like my friend now, not my boss.

  I give him my best fake grin. “Everything is peachy. I really should head down to the basement. Mr. Keeley is waiting.” Pulling open my desk drawer, I grab my bag with the extra clothing in it.

  Kane glances up at the ceiling, obviously trying to not roll his eyes. He shakes his head slightly, but none of his perfect hair moves out of place. “You’re a saint for putting up with the weirdo, Mandy.” I have to think a second to realize that he is talking about Christian, not Jered. “But just help him with this one cabling job, and I promise to never let him bother you again.”

  I stand — keeping my thighs as closed as possible so that the vibe stays in place — and straighten the wrinkles out of my skirt. “Not a problem, Mr. McKenzie.”

  Kane smiles his CEO smile, all business again, then gives me a friendly wink before walking off.

  Chapter Eight - Christian

  The video camera on top of my pet’s computer caught her whole interaction with Kane and this new guy — Jered something or another. The guy looks like a jerk. I especially do not like how uncomfortable Mandy looked when she saw him. I have a screenshot up on my computer monitor of the moment she first saw the guy. In it, she is pale. Her pretty little lips are pulled, twisted together in shock. Her brown eyes are hard, cold, with fiery anger in them. From that look, that now fills my view, I know she knows him — really knows him. It bothers me. But I don’t exactly know why.

  I’ve never been the guy who asks about a pet’s past relationships. I usually don’t care who she has done or what. That is her business, not mine. Knowing about someone’s past relationships is typically a trait of being in a relationship, and I don’t do relationships. Pets are just for physical pleasure, that is it.

  Still, this new guy bugs me.

  There is a slight knock at the annex door. I know it’s her, Mandy, but I feel no need to take down the screenshot of her face. She will quickly learn that I am watching her at all times. I keep my eyes on the screen, working through boxing up my odd feelings and wait for her to come to me.

  The basement is mostly dark this morning. I don’t feel the need to keep a lot of lights on when it is just me. The glow from the computer monitors is enough.

  The click of her heels tells me that Mandy is walking over to stand behind me. I can feel her presence at my back. She gives a little curious grunt.

  “Not really the most flattering shot,” she says bemusedly. I expected her to be shocked at my recording of her; instead, she seems relaxed, or more relaxed then she was earlier.

  “He bothers you?” I hate myself for asking, but the words come out even when I don’t want them too.

  She doesn’t answer right away. She just stands at my back, looking at the screen from over my shoulder. “I’m not sure I know you well enough to answer that.”

  The feisty tone of her voice makes me smile. I love a pet that is a challenge. It gives me more experience with manipulation.

  I cross my arm over my chest and turn my chair. “What if I asked you as your boss?”

  A bit of a smile pulls at my pet’s lips. “Mr. Keeley, my personal life is not company business. But I can assure you that Mr. Coleman and I will be strictly professional in the office.”

  She is inches from me, in her hot little skirt and blouse combo with the top two buttons undone so I can see a hint of her cleavage. I reach out, running my hands up the side of her thighs, over the fabric of her skirt, and pull her towards me. A slight gasp escapes her lips.

  “And what about us, Ms. Burmmell? Will we be strictly professional in the office?”

  By the look in her eyes, I know that part of Mandy wants to pull away. There is a mix of fear and desire on her face. She trembles slightly.

  “We shouldn’t,” she whispers, but there isn’t much conviction in her voice.

  Wheeling my chair forward, I wrap my arms around her tighter. With me sitting in my chair, my face is right at the level of her breasts. I can smell the sweet scent of her skin and feel her heat. The tremble of her body increases as I plant a kiss on the top of one of her breasts.

  “We shouldn’t,” she whispers again.

  I kiss the top of her other breast then rub my nose and freshly shaved chin on them gently. For such a small thing, she has a very full chest. Taking one hand from her waist, I run it up her belly, over the buttons of her blouse till I reach the top one. Pulling it lightly with my fingers, I look up at her.

  “You don’t want to?” I ask coyly.

  Her eyes meet mine, and I am lost in the shadows and light caught in their brown coloring.

  “Are you going to make me?” she asks.

  “Oh yes,” I purr. “I’m going to make you do a lot of things.”

  “Or you’ll show the tape of me from yesterday?”

  I push the top button through the buttonhole, freeing the fabric and pull it apart some till I can see the lace of her bra. It’s sheer lace, and I can see her pink nipples, hard and fighting the fabric.

  “Maybe.” I lean forward and lick one nipple through the lace. She shivers in my embrace, hips twitching forward. “But,” I continue, “I don’t think I will have to show that tape. I think you want to be an obedient, little pet.” I press my lips to her second lace covered nipple and suck it hard. “Don’t you, my pet?” The arm I have encircling her waist, I drop it down over her lower back to the curve of her ass.

  Mandy leans her head back, thrusting her plump chest into my face. “Yes, sir,” she moans as I squeeze her ass tightly.

  I drop my hands and stand up quickly, making sure to rub my hard cock against her body as I do. She shakes a little, looking at me with questioning eyes.

  “Excellent,” I tell her. “Let’s get to work then.” I point to the large pile of cable sitting on the floor next to my desk. Mandy looks over to where I am pointing in disbelief. “I hope you brought a change of clothing.”

  “I…what?!” she stutters. Her face flushes. “I did, but I didn’t bring it down here. We’re really going to run cables?”

  I give her an arrogant shrug. “Of course. Why else would I require your services? Get started by untangling that mess. I’m afraid that the cables got quite tangled in the car ride over here.”

  Mandy’s lips pull together in a grimace. She pokes me in the chest with one finger. “Mr. Keeley, you are a tease.”

  “Oh, you have
no idea.”

  She shakes her head then stomps towards the cables. Just as I expected and wanted, she leaves her purse sitting on my desk. Covering my movements with my body, I slip my hand inside and search for her phone.

  “Oh, my God!” Mandy huffs. “They’re dirty! This is going to ruin my clothing!” She glares over at me.

  I shrug again. “You were supposed to bring work clothing.” She rolls her eyes. “Or you could take them off.” She rolls her eyes again, more exaggeratedly this time.

  As Mandy pulls up cables and tries, unsuccessfully to unwrap them and keep them from touching the silk of her blouse, I flip through the info on her phone memorizing the numbers I need to hack it later. When I take a pet, I like to watch them at my leisure, even when they don’t know that I am. I guess it is the voyeur in me.

  “You know,” Mandy starts, the annoyance clear in her voice. “You should have loosely wrapped these around something when you moved them.”

  “You’re absolutely right.” Behind my back, I slip her phone back in her purse then stalk towards her. “Take off your shirt, pet?”

  Confusion flashes over her face for a second as she tries to determine if I’m serious or not. Keeping her eyes on me, she drops the cables and puts her fingers on the second button of her shirt. Her eyebrows raise, silently asking if this is what I want. In response, I raise mine back, silently telling her to get on with it. She unhooks the first button slowly, like a sexy striptease.

  Then the next and the next. The silky fabric slips from her shoulders, showing off the lace bra I tasted earlier.

  “Excellent, pet. Now the skirt.” I cross the last few feet towards her as she reaches behind herself and unzips her skirt. It slides down her round hips and hits the floor. Since I had her remove her panties earlier, she’s now just in her nude-colored heels and bra. It’s an outfit I like. I walk around her, taking in the way her body curves from every angle. She’s almost a perfect hourglass.

  “Hands behind your back. Palms clasped together.”

  She does as I ordered. I love the way this pose pushes her full breasts out. I want to see them bare, so as I stand behind her, I unhook her bra. The lace slips down and off. Her breasts droop slightly. I pull the material down her arms, then throw it to my desk. Nude and in heels, Mandy waits for my next order with her hands clasped tightly.