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

by Jamie Knight

  After a few minutes of silence, he takes the suitcase in hand — holding it open — and brings it before me. Inside are a range of vibrators, butt plugs, and bindings.

  “I want you to pick,” he tells me. “Be a good pet and select what I will use on you.”

  I select ties, leg bars, a small anal plug, and a large vibrator. I line them up on the bed for his inspection. Christian nods, seeming pleased.

  “Stand,” he orders. I do. “Bend over.” Grabbing a handful of my hair, he guides my face to the small butt plug. “Do you really want this?” he asks, amusement in his voice.

  “Yes.”

  I feel my body start to tremble with excitement. Anal play is new to me. My husband has been training me to take larger and larger butt plugs, so that soon I can take his big dick in my ass. I want him to do that tonight.

  He spanks me, bringing my attention back to his face. “Do you really want me to shove that tiny thing in your ass? You'll have to hold tight, and then I'll shove my cock into that tightness?”

  I start to shake with anticipation and my pussy gets wetter. “Yes, please!” I respond breathlessly.

  Christian nods. He seems very pleased. “Do you want to get me ready, pet?”

  “Yes, please, sir.”

  “Then begin.”

  I know what this means, and I start to undress him, carefully folding his clothes and putting them away. He feels I am dawdling and spanks me. “You are being too slow!”

  “I'm sorry, sir.”

  I start trying to move faster, but still doing things to his liking. Once he is undressed, I kneel before him and ask which hole he would like to put his cock in first.

  “Your mouth.”

  I open my mouth, and he grabs my hair, using it as a leash. Placing his cock between my lips he pulls on my head to control how I suck him. He forces his cock into the back of my throat again and again as he begins to harden. I let my spit cover him until his shaft slides in and out of my lips easily.

  Once his long, thick dick is hard, he stands me up and leads me outside to the balcony.

  “Put your hands on the railing, pet.”

  I grab the iron bars. They are still slightly warm in the setting sun. Christian uses the bindings to ties my wrists to the railing. My legs, he traps in the leg bar to hold me open for him.

  I look out over the beaches and the water. Exposed and trapped, I feel more turned on. I know that the other guests in the hotel and the people on the beach can see us if they look up. The excitement makes me tremble.

  Christian stands behind me. I can feel his gaze on me, looking over his work and my trembling, ready body. With the slightest brush, he runs his hand up my thigh and over my ass.

  “Who's are you?”

  “Yours, sir.”

  His hand slaps into my ass; the spank making my whole body press forward into the railing. I lean over slightly, letting my bare breasts sway. My ass and pussy tingle.

  “Who's are you?”

  “Yours, sir,” I say a bit louder.

  Christian grunts. He spanks me once more then rubs his hands over the stinging skin on my ass. I shiver under his touch. Exploring further, he slides his fingers between my ass cheeks finding and touching my puckered asshole.

  “Well, let's see if you can hold true on your promise of the tight asshole for this little plug.” Before I can react, he shoves the tiny plug in and says, “Tighten.” He pulls on it and I clinch. It pops out. His hand slaps into my ass, spanking me hard. “Again!”

  He continues to put the plug in and pull it out as I keep working on tightening my ass. Each time it pops out, he spanks me. The skin on my ass is hot and raw. Finally, I keep the plug in to where Christian can’t pull it out.

  “Good job, pet,” he murmurs. “I think you are ready for me.”

  I’m dripping wet knowing I have pleased him and will get rewarded.

  Christian reaches between my bound and spread legs. He rubs his fingers over my lower lips, feeling how wet and ready I am. I hear a buzzing sound and know that he has the vibrator in hand. He shoves it into my pussy, but it only goes in half an inch because I’m clenching to hold in the butt plug.

  “Don't you want this?” he asks.

  “Yes, sir!”

  “Then take it all now.”

  I try to relax my pussy, but not my ass, as he starts forcefully fucking my pussy with the vibrator. My wetness flows, and the toy goes in little by little as he pumps away with it. The combination of the vibrations in my pussy and the clenched butt plug in my ass sends tingles throughout my body.

  He spanks me when I moan. “You don’t have permission to enjoy this yet, pet.”

  I hold back. The vibrator finally finds its home all the way inside of me as my thighs shake from pleasure.

  I start to beg, “Please, sir...may I cum for you?”

  “No!” he snaps as he grabs my tits and squeezes them leaning over my body with his stiff cock tickling my clit.

  He then slams his body against mine, so the toys go in deeper, and his cock slides over my clit. He continues to do this for what seems like forever. I keep pleading for him to let me cum.

  “No, not yet,” is the only answer he will give me.

  I know he can feel my thighs twitching and my ass vibrating with pleasure. Finally, he yanks out the anal plug and plunges his thick cock deep into my virgin asshole. He’s so big, he has to work to get it in and I moan.

  “No! Not yet!” He spanks me twice, making my ass twitch around his cock.

  Christian works his hard dick into my ass inch by inch. I can feel my whole body vibrating with pleasure. I relax, letting him slip all the way inside of me and then use the muscles in my ass to grip him as tightly as I gripped the butt plug.

  He grunts. “You are so tight, pet. Perfect!”

  Once he is easily pumping into my ass, he grabs the vibrator and starts a counter rhythm in my pussy. His dick slips into my ass as he pulls the vibrator out of my pussy, and then, he repeats the motions over and over. Both of my holes ache and quiver. I can’t catch my breath now, and my head starts to spin.

  “I can’t hold back, sir,” I plead. “Let me cum for you.”

  “No. Not yet.”

  He keeps this up as I find the ability to open my eyes and look out to the beach. I feel the cool wind on our naked bodies and shake from how much this feels so right.

  He whispers in my ear, “Now you may cum,” as he starts to erratically fuck my ass.

  I convulsion with the pleasure I have been holding in and tighten around him and the vibrator. He keeps thrusting, letting my ass squeeze around him. Finally, with a grunt, he cums hard. I feel the moment his seed sprays into my ass. I cum again with him feeling the pleasure of knowing I have pleased him and knowing that I will do it over and over for the rest of our lives.

  THE END

  I Hate You, Marry Me

  An Enemies to Lovers Fake Marriage Romance

  Hate You Series, Book 4

  This is a standalone full length romance in the connected Hate You series,

  which can be read on their own and are best enjoyed all together,

  due to characters from one re-appearing in the rest!

  Copyright © 2019

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter One - Robert

  I’m feeling a bit dazed as I walk into one of the classrooms at my medical school and find my childhood enemy Savannah sitting there by herself, looking just as smug and annoying as ever. I shake my head, hoping that other students join us soon, so I don’t have to put up with her one on one.

  Not to get anything mixed up, I should state for the record that she is gorgeous, with her long dark hair and bright green eyes. But her looks probably just aggravate me more – since they’re one more perfect thing about her.

  I feel like she thinks she’s better than everyone else, just because her family has a bunch of money
, as if wealth has anything to do with anything. Sure, it makes it easier to enjoy life, but it doesn’t make one person better than another.

  Not only that, but her family has made it so that my own family has not been able to enjoy life as much as we once did, so that’s an extra reason to dislike her.

  She must have heard me coming, because she turns her head in my direction.

  “Robert!” she whispers.

  She practically jumps out of her seat, like she’s seen a ghost.

  I don’t understand why she is so flustered. We’ve been classmates for a while and there is no reason for her to get freaked out over my presence. I can admit I’m a little brusque when I’m around her, but nothing that should warrant such a reaction.

  “Savannah,” I say, a little suspiciously, as I take the seat next to her.

  I try not to give her too weird of a look, but my eyes definitely narrow a bit. Plus, something just feels off – and it’s not just the fact that Savannah is being all skittish.

  That is something I can easily brush off, but there’s something else. Something scratching at the back of my mind.

  There’s no one else in the classroom, which is odd, since I’m pretty sure class is supposed to start soon. In fact, I hadn’t seen anyone out in the hallway, had I?

  I check my watch and notice that there’s about five minutes until class starts. I turn my head to look towards the door. I can’t hear any noises coming from the other side.

  Where is everyone?

  I turn back around in my seat and keep trying to think of an explanation for what’s going on.

  Savannah and I sit there quietly for about a minute before I try to interject, “Do you know –?”

  “How are things going?”

  My question gets interrupted by hers.

  She is obviously trying to be cordial, which is something I appreciate, even though it’s pretty rare between us.

  Savannah’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red.

  “I’m sorry. You go ahead.”

  She makes a motion with her hand and that knocks the water bottle off her desk, sending it tumbling into my lap, where it spills all over my pants – just my luck.

  “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry!”

  She looks between the emptying bottle and my face.

  I quickly pick up the bottle and put it as far away from us as I can, so there won’t be another accident. It looks like I fucking pissed my pants. Of course, this would happen to me and of course Savannah would be the person to have caused it.

  She probably did it on purpose, even though she’s claiming it’s an accident.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I mumble.

  I’m not sure what to do, since I don’t have anything with which to wipe up the liquid.

  “Are there any paper towels or napkins around?” I ask her.

  I hate the feeling of wet pants and I would prefer that my other classmates don’t see me like this.

  Savannah gets out of her seat and she looks really upset. It seems as if she’s on the verge of tears. Maybe my words came out sharper than I had intended.

  “It’s not that big of a deal,” I try to reassure her.

  “Ugh, this is all my fault,” she says, ignoring me.

  Maybe she isn’t as upset as I thought, because she seems totally composed now. And… well, duh, it’s her fault. She is the one who knocked the water over, but I’m not going to throw this all right back into her face. I may dislike her a whole lot, but I like to think I’m not a massive jerk.

  “Let me take care of it,” she breathes.

  She pulls her shirt over her head, revealing a lacy, black bra. It holds up a pair of perfectly full breasts that I really want to touch. Her breaths are coming out evenly, causing her chest to move up and down slowly.

  It’s almost mesmerizing. I resist the urge to reach out and touch her. I want to feel the skin of her naked breast in my hand; I want to pinch her nipples and rub them between my fingers.

  “Woah, what are you doing?” I ask her instead, telling my thoughts to shut up.

  I look away, so I’m not staring at her chest.

  She kneels down in front of my seat and starts using her shirt to wipe at my crotch.

  “Jesus, Savannah!” I whisper.

  “There’s no one else in here. I just wanted to take care of this as quickly as possible. I’ll do this as fast as I can. Just sit still, okay?”

  She’s pleading at me, as if getting the water off my pants is all she wants to do right now. I’m not sure what to do with myself, and she continues to clean me up with her shirt, so I just let her.

  I can feel my dick getting hard. All I can think about is how now is the most inappropriate time for an erection. I try to think about anything besides the hot girl who has her hand super close to my cock.

  I run through as many boner-killing thoughts as I can, including reminding myself that Savannah and I have always hated each other, but nothing works. I keep trying, though, because it’s all I’m holding on to. I don’t want to draw any attention to my growing erection, because that would be embarrassing as all hell.

  “Are you okay?” she asks, looking up into my face.

  “I’m fine,” I grunt.

  I see her bite her lip as she puts her hands on the tops of my thighs.

  “Are you sure?” she whispers.

  Her shirt has made its way to the ground, so that pretense has been dropped. Her hands go to the top of my jeans and she unbuttons them.

  “Is this okay?”

  Before I can answer, her hand slides inside, and I can feel it on my shaft.

  “Fuck…”

  She slowly strokes my now-very-hard cock, not giving me the release I desperately need. Her pace is excruciatingly slow. Her fingers feel like heaven wrapped around me.

  “Do you want to fuck me, Rob?”

  “What?”

  My mind is absorbed with the sensations that her hand is creating, and I completely miss her question.

  Savannah stands up, leans down, and then kisses me. I was not expecting that, so it takes me a second to react, but then I grab the back of her head and push her harder into me. She moans, and I open her mouth with my tongue, exploring the inside, but she pulls away before I’m ready and moves her lips to my ear.

  “I asked if you wanted to fuck me.”

  She moves her head back so she’s looking into my eyes.

  “Do you?”

  Her emerald eyes are wide, searching mine.

  Suddenly— without me answering— we’re at the desk in the front of the room and she’s bent over it. Topless. My hands are rubbing up and down her back and, when I reach the waist of her pants, I peel them off and look at her beautiful ass because it’s amazing. So round and perfect.

  “Jesus, Savannah…”

  “You already said that.”

  I reach out and grab those hot tits of hers that I had been daydreaming about as soon as she took off her shirt. Her nipples are erect; she clearly wants me just as much as I want her. I run my fingers over them, rubbing and then pinching softly, while she licks her lips.

  “That feels so good, Rob.”

  The next thing I know, she lays her cheek flat against the desk, so she can look at me, I guess. Her hair has spilled across the top of it, the chestnut brown almost matching the color of the wood.

  Looking into her eyes, I pull down my jeans and underwear. My erection pops out of confinement. I hurry to stroke it a few times before positioning myself at her entrance.

  “Do you want this?” I ask.

  She licks her lips again.

  “I want this,” she sighs.

  I enter her with a lot more force than I intended to and her body slams into the desk. She lets out a loud groan and from there I grab ahold of her ass.

  I pound into her over and over and then I start spanking her.

  “You’re such a bad girl, letting me fuck you in class,” I tell her. “Letting me take that tight little pussy of yo
urs when you’ve never even liked me.”

  “Spank me harder,” she calls out, holding onto the desk. “Spank your bad girl.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do,” I tell her, as I squeeze her ass cheeks before hitting them again, making both of them turn red. “I’ve always hated you just as much as you hate me, you know?”

  “Then hate-fuck me,” she calls out, as I feel her juices run down on my cock.

  Everything else falls away and I feel her tighten even more around me.

  “I’m close, Rob. I’m so close.”

  “Jesus Christ!”

  I start to hear light laughter and open my eyes— I hadn’t even realized I had closed them.

  “You keep saying that.”

  She smiles.

  I’m still inside Savannah, but the mood has shifted. She’s picked herself up a little, so that she’s on her elbows. Her head is twisted and she’s looking back at me. It looks unnatural, if not downright impossible.

  “Do you still hate me? Or have you fucked it all away?”

  I shake my head out of confusion.

  “What?”

  “Do you still hate me, Rob? Do you even know how you feel? Why can’t you just admit the truth?”

  I furrow my brow and can feel that I want to answer, but nothing comes out. It’s like there’s something clogging my throat, literally.

  And then I’m awake.

  My body jerks in my bed; my mind is totally shocked. I don’t want to think about what I just dreamed about, but it’s still burned into my mind.

  “What the fuck?” I moan softly, as I rub my face with my hands.

  Why did it have to be Savannah?

  There are so many other women in this world that could have taken her place in my sex dream. I would have woken up way less grumpy if it had been someone else that I had been dreaming about, but no, it had to be Savannah King.

  I can’t stand her. I don’t like to throw around the word ‘hate,’ but that’s honestly the best way to describe my thoughts when it comes to her.

  So why did I just dream about fucking her silly?