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

by Jamie Knight

  “Okay, bye. I want all the dirty details, girl. And have fun!” I hang up before Poppy says something that’ll make me laugh. I look at Daniel and smile.

  “Hi, I wasn’t expecting you.”

  We’ve only met one other time since last week. He had me go back to Davies & Son to pick up my copy of the contract. It was way after hours, so not too many people were there. Daniel pushed me against the wall of his office and fingered me. I thought we were going to have sex that night, but once I came, he said I could leave, so nothing more happened then.

  “You need to close the office. There’s some business I need you to attend to.”

  “Why?” I furrow my brow; my immediate reaction is to tell him off. It’s office hours, and what if a current or potential client wants to meet? It’ll look weird if we’re closed in the middle of the day.

  But then I remember that contract I signed. It did say I would be available whenever Dan wanted me. Since I signed it, I’ve got to live up to it.

  “I know, I know…” I hold up my hands before Daniel can say anything about my knee-jerk protest.

  Getting up, I lock the door and close all the curtains for good measure. I need to work on my reactions. I get bent all out of shape because of Daniel a little too easily. Maybe it’s my horny brain getting all foggy, and my aggression trying to fight against it. It shouldn’t matter as much anymore since he’s satisfying all my needs. I should go with this flow more often.

  “So, what is this business you have for me?” I’m by the door, leaning against it.

  “It begins with you getting naked.”

  “Right here in the office?”

  It’s not like this is the first time we’ve gotten naughty in here, but I don’t know, it still surprises me — the way he just makes his demands. Lucky for him, I like it.

  I stand up straight and start to disrobe, taking off my shirt first. It’s a regular short-sleeved blouse, so I pull it over my head. I’ve been keeping up with wearing matching bra and panty sets since Daniel does like to pop up randomly.

  Today, I went with red.

  I pull down my pants to reveal my lacy underwear. Dan is staring at me; his eyes haven’t left my body once. I’ve never felt sexier than I do in this moment. I go to unclasp my bra, but Daniel holds up his hand like he wants me to stop, so I do. He makes the turnaround signal with his fingers. I follow orders and face the wall.

  Something feels different about today. Daniel is talking a lot less than usual, and he already doesn’t speak much. But that isn’t quite it. He walked into the office with an intensity I haven’t seen before. I’m sure if something is going on, he won’t tell me about it. He’s closed up tighter than vice. It would be nice if he’d tell me the things going on in that head of his. My curiosity is getting the best of me, and I just want to know.

  It doesn’t take long for me to hear approaching footsteps. I don’t turn my head, keeping my body facing the wall just like Daniel asked. I feel when he is right behind me, his shadow on the wall overtaking my own. He doesn’t wait too long to bring his fingers up my back, starting right at the hem of my panties. He slowly draws his pointer finger upward, tracing my spine. Dan gets to my bra and undoes the clasp before sliding his palms up to my shoulders.

  “How is your skin so smooth?” His breath is right on the back of my ear.

  “Um, I exfoliate.”

  “Is that it?”

  He pushes both of my bra straps off of my shoulders, so they hang. I lift my arms, so he can pull it the rest of the way. It falls to the floor, barely making a sound.

  “I have to moisturize as well…”

  “Mmm.”

  Something is definitely going on with him. Maybe we haven’t known one another very long, but I feel like I can pick up on certain cues. I’m just not sure how to act on them.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “You,” I sigh.

  “Do you like it when I touch you?”

  Daniel brings his lips to the curve of my ear, biting it softly after asking his question. His hands move from my shoulders to my breasts, massaging them, his fingers circling my nipples.

  “Yes.”

  My nails are digging into my palms, my hands in the tightest fist I’ve made. Davies must love torturing me. He convinced me to play his little game, and now he’s going to make me suffer.

  Clearly, he wants control. And I’m happy to give it to him, but not without a few challenges.

  “Is that all you’re going to do?”

  I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. His eyebrow goes up before he spins me around, pushing me into the wall. The fire in his eyes doesn’t match the slow movements he was making before, skimming his fingers on my skin. I know he’s holding back, and I wish he wouldn’t.

  “Why do you do that?”

  “What?”

  “Push me.”

  “Because I want more.”

  “More what?”

  “Of everything.”

  I want everything he’ll give me. I don’t think Dan realizes how deep that everything goes, though.

  Daniel lets out a long breath. Why is he hesitating so much? He seemed like someone so sure of himself, but now that I think about it, he’s been doing this every time. When it looks like we’re going to have sex, he pulls back. I thought it had something to do with the contract, but then I signed it, so I thought maybe he wants to plan something. Then he randomly shows up in the middle of the day, and he’s still beating around the bush.

  Is it me? Did I do something wrong?

  “Are you —”

  “I’m going to fuck you by that stack of books.”

  He motions with his head to some books by the wall. I turn my head, looking at the pile. My eyes go wide with the thought. I didn’t expect him to go there that quickly, but I’m excited.

  As long as it’s really happening.

  “You’re gonna fuck me?”

  “That’s what I said.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat. I don’t want to come across as nervous or hesitant because I’m not. I mean, I’m a little nervous. It’s my first time, and it’s going to be with this hot hunk of man.

  Fuck, this is really about to happen.

  “Yeah, of course. Let’s do this.” I sound like the most naive virgin, dear God.

  I hear Daniel chuckle, but he doesn’t say anything. The tall man lets me lead him over to the spot he pointed out, but then I stop because I don’t know what to do next.

  “So,” I put on my sultriest smile. “I guess it’s time…”

  I slide my hands into his jacket and move them up until I’m touching his broad shoulders. I push his coat off, and Daniel shrugs, so it falls to the ground. I go to undo his shirt buttons next, but Daniel grabs my wrists and stops me. He spins me around this time, so my back is to his front. I feel his grip tighten on my wrists as he presses his pelvis into my ass.

  “Do you feel that?” he whispers in my ear.

  I nod. I can feel the pressure of his dick along his pants. I remember the taste of it on my tongue, and now I can’t wait for him to be inside of me. I squirm to relieve some of the pressure building in between my legs, but it doesn’t do shit.

  “That’s how much I want to fuck you, Gemma. I want to be deep inside your pussy, hear you scream, and feel you come.”

  “Okay,” I breathe. “Okay.”

  His fingers go under the hem of my panties and rips them off violently. I hear the tear of the fabric and see its remnants fall to the ground. My heart is pounding. Daniel moves between slow and aggressive so swiftly. I love how it keeps me on my toes.

  Turning me back around, he places my ass on top of the stack with my back against the wall. He looks up and then back at me before pulling his tie off. It’s such a simple gesture, but it’s the sexiest sequence of movements. I’m going to have to replace whatever book I’m sitting on because it’s going to be stained with what’s dripping from my pussy.

  Dan take
s my wrists again and wraps his tie around them before bringing my arms up and affixing them to the curtain rod. Once my wrists are secured, Daniel runs his hands down my arms until he reaches my chest. He takes one of my nipples and pinches it causing me to flinch.

  Finally, he brings his mouth to mine, gently touching our lips. I breathe in his scent. Davies smells like books and ink and everything that makes up a law office, but there’s also his own manly smell mixing in. I want to run my hands all over his body, but he’s prevented me from doing that just that like last time.

  But his touch is intoxicating. It’s deliberate. He continues to pinch particular parts of me while forcing his tongue into my mouth. I moan with anticipation, ready to be taken.

  I hear the zip of Daniel’s pants as he moves to kiss my neck. I watch his hands move to push his pants slightly down. His dick hits my thighs. The tip moves to tease my folds. He runs it up and down, spreading my juices everywhere.

  “You’re so fucking wet.”

  “Mmhm,” I whine.

  Daniel has his mouth on the nape of my neck, and he moves his head to rest his forehead on mine. I look down and see his huge cock so close to penetrating me. It’s long and thick, precum dripping from the tip. I know he wants this as much as me. There’s no way he could fake such desire, and why would he?

  “Fuck, please,” I beg. It’s not a clearly made request, but what I want is obvious.

  I watch as he finally pushes his pelvis forward, sinking into me. My pussy sucks him in, my body greedy for every last inch. I throw my head back, my eyelids fluttering closed. I never knew so many sensations could be going through my body at once. There’s a slight pain at having something so big inside of me for the first time, but it feels so good at the same moment. Too good to be true, in fact.

  Daniel moves until his cock is almost completely inside of me. I feel so connected to him. I want to grab his body and rip his clothes off, feel even more of his skin on my skin, but all I can do is strain against my bounds. I do the next best thing and wrap my legs around him, pushing him into me further. I grunt at the sudden movement, flinching a little.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, caressing my cheek.

  I nod. “I’m perfect. I want more. Give me more.”

  He brings his hand down from cheek and grabs my sides. He holds me still as he starts to move again, going at the same excruciatingly slow pace he did when entering my body. My back arches as I feel every ridge and bump on his cock grind along my walls. I might just die from all of this, but at least I got a taste of heaven.

  Once, he’s almost entirely out of me, Dan swiftly reenters, pushing his hips forward with more force than I was expecting. I scream out his name, turned on in more ways than I thought possible. His fingers dig into my skin, the tips of his nails pressing even more. He continues with his new pace, pounding in and out of me, causing my body to crash into the wall as I crash into him.

  “How does it feel?”

  “So good! It feels so good!” I feel his mouth wrap around my nipple, biting down on it. I cry out in ecstasy. I want more. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

  He keeps going, not giving me a moment’s rest. My insides start to twist and turn, getting tied up in a knot. I pull harder and harder with my wrists. My body is so tense. It finally releases, and my orgasm pulsates through my body. The most sublime feeling washes over me.

  Once the sensations finish washing over me, I relax and realize that the curtain came off of the wall on one side.

  “Oh my God,” I chuckle, looking up.

  Daniel follows my gaze and sees what I did. “I’ll make sure that gets fixed.”

  It’s then I realize that Daniel is still… hard. It would explain why he doesn’t have the same satiated energy I’m sporting.

  We’re going to have to do something about that.

  Chapter Twenty - Dan

  Gemma just came all over my cock, and it was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. Plus, it felt so good to have her hot, wet pussy pulsing around my shaft. This girl comes hard when she comes, and I can’t get enough of it. Having her pussy walls clamped on my cock is almost addicting.

  Her eyes rolled back into her head, and Gemma was so lost in the moment, she pulled part of the curtain rod down. My pet is laughing and having a good time while I’m standing here, overwhelmed.

  I look down and stare my cock deep in her pussy, her juices all over me. It all seems to fit just right. This isn’t what I expected or wanted when I started this relationship — I’m starting to feel things and need to get back to the original intentions.

  I grab the curtain rod and slide Gemma’s binding off of it before picking her up and walking her over to the desk. She looks surprised at first but doesn’t protest. She’s learning how this arrangement works. I’m the one getting muddled.

  Putting the girl down, I spin her around, so her back is to my front. Pushing on her shoulders, I bend Gemma over until her cheek touches the wood. Her bound wrists grip the edge of the desk as her dark hair falls into her beautiful face. For a moment, I just want her to be a body, not the smartass virgin who is starting to be irresistible.

  I don’t want to be too vulnerable. If I’m sensitive, I’m not in control.

  Arms up over her head, curves pulled tautly, Gemma’s body looks delicious. Her breasts are pushed under her into the table, but from where I’m standing, I can appreciate the curve of her waist and the roundness of her ass. It’s that perfect ass that I want to concentrate on.

  First, I slowly trace one finger around its outline, just barely touching the skin. It must tickle because she shifts. To stop her, I press down her hips hard then hook my foot between her legs, forcing her to open her stance. Now I can see her delicate little asshole.

  Tracing the inside of her cheeks, I gently touch her, then open my hand and glide my palm up over her ass cheeks. Gemma leans into these gentle touches. She seems to like it when I pet her now to see if she wants a bit of pain too.

  I slap her ass, causing her body to jump up on the desk, and Gemma to cry out.

  “Does that feel good, Pet?” I growl. Just because I’m feeling weird doesn’t mean I should make this weird. Gemma’s pleasure is still number one for me.

  “Yes, you could even do it again.”

  She looks over at me through her hair, her eyelids half-closed seductively. I take a deep breath. I’m not going to let myself lose control. I can keep it.

  I start slapping her ass again, switching between each cheek. Gemma grunts with each slap, egging me on with pleas of, “Faster! Harder!” Pulling her hair, I pull her head up and back, so her breasts sit on the table. In this position, I can pinch her nipples, getting rougher and rougher. It’s her first time, and I’m almost going all out.

  This was supposed to be something else when I came here. I hadn’t even planned on having sex, but seeing Gemma at her desk, looking at me like that… I couldn’t hold off any longer.

  I think I want her to say ‘moon’, so there’s a reason to stop — a cause that isn’t connected to all of this weird stuff I’m feeling. But she responds to everything I do with enthusiasm. She just wants more and more.

  My cock is only getting harder. I need to cum in her pussy now.

  I grab Gemma’s ass with both hands and shove myself into her. Almost doubling over from all the sensations, I fight to keep myself upright. From there, I let loose, driving into her pussy over and over. I’m impressed with how rough this girl likes it. Whatever I put out, she can take.

  I keep going, bringing our bodies together until all the blood rushes down, and I explode inside of her. Her pussy gets drenched as I fill it with my seed, having one of the best orgasms I have ever felt. I fall over but catch myself, so I don’t rest all of my weight on Gemma.

  Feeling the little tremors in her body as she catches her breath, I turn my head and inhale her scent. I feel myself getting other feelings, ones I’ve always avoided. It’s time for me to leave before this gets ou
t of hand.

  I stand up and move back, pulling myself out of Gemma. I pull up my pants before going around to the other side of the desk, so I can untie her wrist and get my tie back. As I’m putting my tie back on, Gemma turns over and looks up at me, her smile seductive and flirty.

  “That was fun.”

  “Yeah, it was.”

  I get the knot just right and am about to turn to pick my jacket, but I feel a tug and see that Gemma has gotten up and is right in front of me.

  “Are you surprised I didn’t say ‘moon’?”

  I am, but that isn’t something she needs to know. I don’t want to start talking about things and us, so I remove her hands from me and pick up my jacket. She looks disappointed for a second but tries to hide it.

  “You know, you don’t have to leave so quickly. I know I act like I’m inconvenienced, but I’m not. I don’t need to be working all the time.”

  I see the hope in her dark eyes. It reminds me of when my mother used to leave for her modeling jobs, and I’d beg her to stay. I hated being left alone in that big house. Dad was doing what lawyers do, and my mother was chasing the dream of being famous. Both of them too busy to watch their kids, so it all fell on me. It’s better to stay unattached. That goes for both Gemma and me. She’s probably picking up on my confusion regarding her and our relationship. I’ve got to set the record straight.

  “You don’t need to do that.”

  “Do what?” She blinks at me.

  “Try to make this feel more like a regular relationship. We signed the contract for this very reason.”

  “Oh, okay.” Her body deflates, and she steps away from me. “I wasn’t —”

  “And I knew you liked it dirty. That’s why I picked you for my pet.”

  She looks shocked but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly looking shy. There’s nothing overtly negative about what I said. It’s given me a window to leave. It looks like Gemma is trying to figure out what it all means. I’ll just leave her to that.

  “I’ll see you later.”

  I don’t wait for her goodbye. I just leave. I should be getting back to work anyway.