Forbidden: a Contemporary Romance Anthology

by J. L. Beck

  “Since Bad Girl was so desperate to come, she’s going to put on a show for us today, in just a moment. Finger-fucking herself until she comes in front of everyone.”

  I tensed. Master knew I didn’t like performing in front of others. But I would do this.

  “Since she obviously needs to come more than she’s willing to trust me to provide for her, first she’ll finger herself standing up, then she’ll finger herself lying on her back with her legs bent to her chest, then finally on all fours — the position in which I caught her today.”

  A couple of the Doms chuckled. One said, “Hear, hear.”

  My Master turned to the other subs. “Kimberly, I’ve already talked to Master Markus and he has agreed to let me borrow you to help with Bad Girl’s punishment if you don’t mind.”

  I couldn’t help myself, I let out a little gasp. Kimberly’s eyes lit up and she flounced over.

  “Anything you need, Sir.”

  “If you would be willing to give Bad Girl her spankings in between her fingering herself, I would appreciate that. She’ll bend and hold the edge of the lounge chair with her legs spread so you can be sure to make each paddle count. I’d like to see the engraving on the paddle marked clearly on her skin with each blow.”

  He turned the paddle over to show what it had engraved on it that would very clearly mark into my skin with each blow. And he was right, it was perfect.

  Bad. Girl.

  He turned to me. “You will thank Kimberly for each smack and then kiss her feet before each round of finger-fucking yourself. And if you don’t get yourself off fast enough you’ll do it while she spanks you.” My face burned.

  “Would that be alright with you, Kimberly?”

  “Oh, yes sir.” Her smile told me she hoped it would happen.

  Master nodded. “Let’s begin.”

  He pointed to the lounge chair and I folded myself at the waist, grabbing it, well aware of how exposed my naked ass was in the air. Everyone could see it, especially Kimberly.

  “Whenever you’re ready, Kimberly.”

  Less than two seconds later the paddle struck me right across the ass.

  “Aaaaaaaah!”

  I shifted on my legs back and forth as the burn flooded my body. I hadn’t been ready! Plus, Master always warmed me up, giving me a few medium strength licks with the paddle or belt before going straight in to the hardest.

  I could hear chuckles behind me, and someone whistled. Even the other submissives were giggling.

  “Thank you, Kimberly,” I said.

  Three seconds later the thin wood hit me again, across the tops of thighs this time. A small yowl escaped me. More hoots and laughter.

  “It really does make a clear imprint, doesn’t it?” one of the Doms said.

  “Thank you, Kimberly,” I said in a shuddery breath.

  The words weren’t even out of my mouth before the paddle whaled onto my ass again. I sobbed, wanting desperately to rub the sting. Also wanting to run inside and see the BAD GIRL imprint on my skin in the mirror.

  I turned, face burning to see everyone so amused at my discomfort and dropped before Kimberly, kissing one foot and then the other. “Thank you for disciplining me, Kimberly.”

  I’ll admit, I was trying to get on her good side.

  “You’re welcome. I look forward to the next six. I’m just getting warmed up.”

  So much for getting on her good side.

  Master nodded at me, so I stood there and began fingering myself. Everyone glanced at me occasionally, but mostly had gone back to their own conversations, and eating the fruit and desserts I’d brought out earlier.

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wet before I even touched myself. The spanking by Kimberly had hurt, but the knowledge that everyone was watching me get spanked, knowing what a naughty girl I was… it had turned me on.

  I worked my fingers in and out of my pussy, twirling my thumb straight onto my clit. I’ll admit, it didn’t take long for me to come. Especially since already I’d gone to the edge twice today before Master pulled me back.

  I moaned loudly as my orgasm washed over me, thrusting into my own hand. There was a little round of applause at the table, before Master motioned for me to get back into position for my next round of spankings.

  She was just as brutal. I was sobbing by the time I’d thanked her for the third lash. I winced as I bowed down to kiss her feet again. When I looked up at her, she was grinning. She was going to lord this over me forever.

  Master caught a glance of the interplay between Kimberly and I and I thought he might not let her do the last three spanks with the paddle.

  “Kimberly,” Master said. I grinned as she looked a little worried. “I see how much you are enjoying helping in disciplining the Bad Girl.”

  Kimberly lowered he head. “Yes, Sir.”

  I almost sputtered when I saw Master put a finger under her chin. “Would you mind holding Bad Girl’s legs good and firm up in the air while she fingers herself this time? I want to make sure everyone has a good view of that naughty pussy.”

  Kimberly beamed. “Oh, yes, sir!”

  Why had he let Kimberly do it?

  I knew why. He wanted to make sure I learned my lesson. That I didn’t forget it. That every time I walked by Kimberly at the club and she smirked at me, I would remember this moment.

  Master put a towel on the ground and I lay down on it. Kimberly stood over my head and motioned for me to bring up my legs, snickering the whole time. She held my ankles as wide as her arms would allow, drawing my hips off the ground, as I finger fucked myself. I felt so exposed, so humiliated, but I also loved it. One of the Doms had pulled his sub into his lap and had his own fingers working inside her pussy at the same rhythm mine fucked myself. I found Master’s eyes and stared at him as my orgasm ripped through me again, legs held high and wide.

  Kimberly looked positively gleeful that it was time to pound on me again. But Master took the paddle from her.

  “I’ll do the last three.” He turned to me. “Assume the position and thank me in between.”

  To be honest, Master wasn’t any easier on my sore ass than Kimberly had been, but it was easier to take knowing it was him and knowing he loved me.

  I was still bawling by the third blow.

  “On your knees on the lounger. This time it’s going to be my fingers that fuck you to orgasm.”

  He got behind me, his leg slipping between mine, opening them further. He fucked me hard with his fingers, wrapping his other arm around my hips and pulling me back so he could grind against my sore ass.

  He leaned over my back as his fingers worked in and out of me, first one, then adding a second, then a third. My hips were meeting him thrust for thrust, my pussy clenching around him.

  “Your cunt belongs to me. I say when you can come and when you can’t.”

  I could barely think, only feel, as he continued to roughly thrust his fingers into me. I sobbed his name over and over, holding myself back from my orgasm, waiting for his command.

  Finally, it came. “Now, Bad Girl. I want you to scream as you come.”

  He pinched my clit between his finger and thumb and I did. I screamed and sobbed and promised to be a good girl from now on.

  And I meant it.

  Later that night, as Master fucked me good and hard in missionary position, I sobbed again as my abused flesh rubbed against the sheets. Afterwards he kissed all the BAD GIRL marks and we drifted to sleep.

  When I woke the next morning, he was gone to the gym once more. For just a second I wondered if I could get away with touching myself again…

  But when I tried to move, I couldn’t. This time he’d handcuffed me to the headboard.

  Master knew his Bad Girl very well.

  2

  The Next Month.

  There were so many ways Jeffrey planned to fuck Emma Eden he could barely keep them all straight.

  He planned to start by eating her pussy like he was a starving man. Which
after months of letters that woke him, sweating, hard as stone, he was.

  Starving for her.

  He would fuck her with his tongue, her hips grinding against his face, until she screamed his name, begging him for mercy.

  Then he would flip her over and pound into her until they were both raw and she couldn’t walk without grimacing.

  Sitting wasn’t going to help her because he planned to spank that luscious ass of hers until she couldn’t sit down for a week. And she was going to beg him for it.

  They both were going to savor every single moment.

  Then he didn’t plan to let her out of his sight for the next six months or so while they acted out all the Tales of the Naughty Submissive.

  Maybe not act each one out exactly. Emma probably didn’t want it to live out every single detail. Poor angel was so quiet and proper at work Jeffrey knew there were some of the scenarios, even ones she wrote, that he would have to ease her into.

  It would be his sublime pleasure.

  It had been all he could do to keep away from her both at the office and at the club they both frequented. He’d thought he’d been going crazy because he had two women he couldn’t get out of his mind: quiet little Emma and the sexy mystery-letter woman.

  Little did he know they were one in the same. It had taken him a while to figure it out, and he might never have done so if the president of Grunermann & Co hadn’t invited Emma to join the weekly executive meetings.

  She seemed so uncomfortable and out of place in the meetings, although she always had intelligent and insightful remarks whenever her opinion was sought. And she was always beautiful. Proper, yet gorgeous, with her soft brown hair and wide, whiskey-colored eyes.

  And a mouth — with full, luscious lips — that made Jeffrey want to do unspeakable things to it. It was amazing he hadn’t been fired, Emma Eden’s mouth distracted him to such a degree during the executive meetings.

  And that had been before he knew she wrote the letters. Once he’d figured that out, it was all he could do not to drag her across the board room table, climb on top of it and fuck them both to within an inch of their lives.

  He had seven months of frustration — seven months of letters — to work out on Emma.

  Jeffry had tried everything to find out who the Naughty Submissive writer was. First, he’d tried paying the employees at the coffeehouse to tell him who delivered the letters, but they honestly couldn’t tell him much except that it was a woman in a hoodie and dark sunglasses. Which in Seattle could be about half the city’s population.

  Then he’d tried watching every single person who’d come in or out of the coffee shop for someone he’d recognized. Even hired someone to record everyone who entered the building. Nothing. No one he recognized who seemed to be watching Jeffrey as he read the letters. There was no single person who was there consistently each month.

  After the fourth month he’d taken a sample of the letters to a handwriting expert in case any information could be gleamed. Nothing.

  It was by absolute chance that he’d figured out it was Emma. And it came down to the handwriting after all.

  She didn’t like to speak up during the executive meetings, but she did tend to have ideas or comments, so she passed them in a note to her boss who sat next to her. Jeffrey happened to glance down at the paper at just the right time.

  He had no idea what Emma had written, but he knew immediately that it was the same handwriting as the woman who had enamored his mind for months. He’d barely refrained from snatching Emma up onto his lap, dragging her pencil skirt up to her waist and slamming her down on his cock right there in the board room.

  Instead he’d smiled politely at her, nodding to her after the meeting was over and they’d gone their separate ways.

  He knew he had to catch her in the act, otherwise she would deny it all. So here he sat again at his favorite coffee house on this cloudy Sunday morning, letter in hand.

  Emma wasn’t in the coffeehouse, that much he knew. But he also knew she was somewhere nearby. His naughty little would-be submissive was somewhere watching him. Wanting to know how her words affected him.

  The people he hired would find her wherever she was nearby right now. They wouldn’t engage with her, Jeffrey would take care of that. They would just find out where she hid as she watched him get all hot and bothered.

  She didn’t know it yet, but this would be the last month that he would go without being inside her tight, wet pussy. Her mouth. Her ass. This would be the last month only her words would turn them both on.

  Yes, Emma Eden was so, so fucked.

  For Jeffrey. Tales of the Naughty Submissive: Part Seven.

  My New Gift

  Master loved me. Loved to take me out places where he could show me off. We often went to the theater and opera, so I could dress in the finest of gowns he picked for me, and wear thousands of dollars in jewelry. But we did fun things too like amusement parks and rock concerts and even mountain biking.

  Master enjoyed restaurants. Loved to try all different types and styles of food. Everything from hole-in-the-wall places he heard about from friends, to Michelin star restaurants. Mostly I think he preferred the casual places. Loud, boisterous, and generally delicious.

  But tonight he was taking me out to one of the most fancy restaurants in town. One of the most expensive. I was actually surprised we were coming here because last time Master had said it wasn't worth the hype. When I asked him why he’d chosen this place again, he just said he'd heard it had gotten better. Or at least more interesting.

  I should've known he was up to something when he told me not to wear a bra or panties under my dress. But to be honest, I wasn't that suspicious because he often requires me to go out with no underclothes, in case he wanted fuck me in the car or play with my naked pussy under the tablecloth.

  We enjoyed our appetizers. I thought the restaurant was quite lovely. Very fancy, the waiters a little stuffy, but overall probably worth its hefty price tag. Not that Master needed to worry about money.

  We had just finished our first course when Master told me he had a little gift for me. He knows how much I love gifts. They don't need to be expensive, I just love anything from him. My face lit up.

  He smiled at me. “This is a bit different than my normal gifts. You'll need to take it into the bathroom.” The waiter walked up to refill our wine, but Master didn't pay a bit of attention to him. “You will go into the stall of the bathroom and remove your dress so you are completely naked except for your high heel shoes — it shouldn’t take long since I didn’t allow you to wear your panties or bra under your dress, did I?”

  Master turned with an eyebrow raised to look at the waiter, who had not only almost spilled the wine, but was gaping at us. I barely contained my giggle. Both Master and I enjoyed shocking people, especially snotty waiters.

  Master turned back to me. “If I told you to take off your dress right now and walk to the bathroom naked, you would do that, wouldn't you, love?”

  I reached for the side zipper of my dress. “Yes, Master.” And I would. If Master wanted me to walk across the restaurant in only my shoes and his collar – a gold choker I wore wherever we went – I would do it.

  “No, little love.” He looked pointedly at the waiter again, who finally shut his gaping jaw, lowered his head, and walked away quickly. Master returned his attention back to me. “Once you get into the stall, place your phone on the small shelf over the toilet. Turn on the video messaging app so that I can see you naked. I will give you further instructions.”

  He nodded his head towards the bathroom, handing me the small gift bag. I immediately stood and walked in that direction not stopping until I was in the last stall.

  I knew right away this was the reason we were back at this restaurant. The bathroom stalls were complete units in themselves. When I closed the door and locked it, it was like being in my own private room.

  Not that I wouldn't do with master asked in an open stall, even if
everyone there could hear me.

  I set my phone on the shelf that, sure enough, was just over the toilet, obviously meant to hold a woman's handbag. I wondered how master found out it was here. I took off my dress, and hung it on the hook on the door. Naked, already hot and nipples straining, I turned on the video messaging app. Master's face took up most of the screen, and my naked body filled the small box in the top corner.

  I knew that on his phone, my body took up most of the screen.

  “Very nice.” He smiled at me appreciatively. I basked in his pleasure, nipples growing harder. I could feel myself getting wetter.

  “Now, take the new toy out of the bag.”

  At first all I could see was pink. Because, that's what the toy was: big and pink. Not a soft rose color, but a bright, neon pink.

  What designer decided to make a giant dildo that color?

  It was big and wide, although not nearly as well-endowed as Master. At the base of the dildo was a butterfly. I smiled, knowing what that meant. The butterfly antennae would surround my clit. But the whole thing, instead of having a handle so I could use it on myself, had two circular straps.

  “Put the dildo in your pussy and antennae on your clit. The straps go around your legs.”

  I stepped into the straps and pulled them up high on my thighs. I worked the dildo into my tight pussy and made sure the little antennae were in place surrounding my clit.

  “Oh yes,” Master nodded approvingly. “I thought the color was ridiculous at first, but now I like it very much against your pale skin. It's the same pink color your ass and thighs turn when they've been good and spanked.”

  The thought of a good spanking had me growing even wetter around the dildo so deep inside me. I wished it had a handle so I could fuck myself with it, like I normally would with a vibrator.

  “Spread your legs and play with your nipples, sweet sub, and let's see how your toy works.”

  A few seconds later I felt the sweetest sensation against my clit as the antennae began to hum slightly. Soft enough just let me know they were there. I played with my nipples that had already hardened into little peaks, enjoying the gentle sensations, but mostly I enjoyed knowing Master was watching. That he might be allowing others to watch me also.