Ready or Not: The Collection

by Launren Chase

  “I think it’s a suitable punishment for her throwing herself at you,” Cosette replied. She reached over to the bedside table for her cigarettes. “Oh don’t look so sorry. Naughty girls like her need to be taught a lesson in propriety. Women may desire but never be brazen and thoughtless.”

  Gage seemed to be deep in thought. He'd thought Cosette liked watching him with the other women. She was surely a complicated woman. As his mind thought back to how beautiful she'd been submitting to him he smiled. She was worth the trouble, no doubt. “Of course, Madame,” he said, bowing his head politely. “Whatever you say.”

  Slap and Tickle

  “Bastard!” Laura snapped, as she stomped in to the kitchen. “You absolute fucking bastard!”

  “What is wrong with you?” retorted Tad, following her in. She turned to look at him, and he gave her his usual shit-eating grin. He was still tipsy from the party, and his short, corn blonde hair was dishevelled.

  “What’s wrong with me?” she echoed. “What do you think is wrong with me, numb nuts?”

  He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Dunno. Is it that you’re a psycho-bitch? That’s usually what’s wrong with you.”

  Fury bubbled up like a live volcano inside Laura. She fixed him with a hard look, somehow hoping her emerald green eyes could shoot out rays of angry fire and blast the arrogant fucker into oblivion. It seemed she was not blessed with such destructive capabilities, because he was still standing in her kitchen. The expression of moronic confusion on his handsome face shifted into one of sly mischief.

  “Come on honey, I’m sorry. You know you can’t stay mad at me.”

  “No. You’re not sorry at all, ass wipe,” Laura snarled the words through gritted teeth. “You’re never fucking sorry Tad. You think everything’s a big joke. You think screwing up my life is a big fucking joke.”

  “I haven’t screwed up your life,” he said. “Jesus Laura, you exaggerate everything.”

  “You have screwed up my life you useless dickwad!” she yelled. “You know how important a client Judd Callahan is! We were desperate to get his account and you go and balls it up, like usual! Jesus! Gerry’s gonna fire me on Monday.”

  “Come on babe,” Tad said, coming over to her. “He’s not going to fire you. You’re the best lawyer in that crummy firm. You think I’d be fucking someone not as awesome as me?”

  “Don’t touch me!” Laura snapped as he made to put his arms around her. He wasn’t going to cuddle his way out of this one. “You’re an arrogant little prick and I want you out of my house now!”

  “Don’t be like that. I said I was sorry for chrissakes. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

  “Jesus! You never stop,” said Laura. “That’s all you ever think about.”

  “It’s not all I ever think about,” protested Tad. “I think about football too.”

  “Get out,” Laura said, folding her arms. “I never want to see you again.”

  “You don’t mean that.”

  When she didn’t answer, he scowled at her. Laura felt weariness bearing down on her. He could be such a fucking child at times. “You know,” he said in a careful voice, “we’d get along a hell of a lot better if you weren’t so jealous.”

  Laura made a noise at the back of her throat. “We’d get along a hell of a lot better if you were dead.”

  “Admit it,” Tad replied, a smug grin plastered on to his face, “you can’t stand the thought of me talking to other women. You can’t stand that women find me irresistible.”

  “They don’t find you half as irresistible as you find yourself, jackass,” Laura said grumpily. “From where I was standing, it looked like you were the one doing all the chasing. You were practically dry humping Callahan’s girlfriend.”

  “She was all over me,” Tad retorted. “It’s not my fault he can’t get it up.”

  “You don’t know that, even though you said it to his face. Repeatedly, I might add. Do you have any idea the damage you’ve caused?”

  “He was being a dick!”

  “That makes two of you!”

  The party had been an out-and-out disaster. It had been designed by Gerry as a big charm offensive to hook the Callahan account. He had specifically wanted Laura there to make sure things went to plan. She knew how to lure in clients. Her professional ability was second to none, and her striking looks and warm personality could make men jump through hoops. It was just a shame she had saddled herself with an asshole of a boyfriend.

  In hindsight though, she wasn’t really surprised Tad had misbehaved. He had a reputation to maintain after all. He was twenty-eight, and strikingly handsome, in a rugged kind of way. Filthy rich too, thanks to his old money family. He’d made a name for himself as a pro-tennis player, but people were more interested in his physical prowess off the court. Laura had heard all about the other women before she even met him, and she had dismissed Tad Matlock as an arrogant bastard. But that hadn’t stopped her falling for him anyway.

  It had been at a charity match, hosted by another client of Gerry’s. Laura had just been offered a partnership, and was feeling on top of the world. At thirty-one, she was the youngest lawyer to make partner. Not bad for a simple country girl from Ohio. Her rise had been meteoric, and now the world was her oyster. Tad had spotted her straight away and honed in on her with military precision.

  “A redhead,” he had drawled in his rich Southern accent, and giving her his most dazzling smile. “I love redheads.” She couldn’t fail to notice how his eyes had lingered over her long legs and firm breasts, sizing her up like a piece of prime meat. His arrogance had made her hackles rise, but that hadn’t stopped her dragging him into bed. She couldn’t explain it, he was absolutely fucking insufferable. But she just couldn’t fight her attraction to him. And even when she'd told him the red hair he loved so much was dyed and going away soon, he just laughed and said brunettes were sexier anyway. Smooth talking came natural to Tad and she was drawn in, even knowing it was mostly bullshit.

  This time though, he had gone too far. He’d acted like a jerk tonight, as per usual, and she was sick and tired of him thinking he could get away with it. His naughty boy routine wasn’t going to work this time.

  “So I fucked up,” he said, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “I’ll apologize to Callahan, and Gerry. Everyone knows what I’m like. It’ll be fine. I promise.”

  Though her anger hadn’t subsided, her tone became very cool. “I thought I told you to go.”

  He advanced toward her again. “Hey, don’t be like that.”

  She stiffened, holding her arms across her chest. “I said go.”

  “You don’t mean that honey.” His hands snaked round her waist. Slowly they moved down to hitch up her black cocktail dress.

  “Stop it,” she said, unfolding her arms and trying to push him away. “Fuck off and leave me alone.”

  Tad kept groping her, brushing his fingers along the fabric of her black stockings. “Come on, you want me, admit it,” he said breathily. He had her pinned against the fridge, and she could feel his hard-on grinding into her. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless. Make you forget everything but how good I can make you feel.”

  “I said no!” Laura yelled. Fury engulfed her, fuelled by his presumption. The bastard thought she was his personal plaything and he could do whatever the hell he pleased. It wasn’t just the party she was angry about. Ever since they had started dating he had acted like a spoiled teenager. Anything he wanted he had, no matter the consequences, and she was left to pick up after him. It was too much. She lashed out with her hand, slapping him hard across his stupid, arrogant face.

  Tad froze, seemingly stunned by the strike. A tense silence descended over them. Laura stared at him, unable to speak. He looked utterly shocked that she had hit him. He stared at her, his dark blue eyes wide and almost child-like. She realized she was shaking. Her legs were trembling and her stomach was doing somersaults. Laura rarely got angry. She found it terribly unprofessional, and trie
d to keep her temper under control as much as possible. It was one of the reasons her and Tad had stayed together so long. But he had gone too far, and besides she couldn’t have hit that hard.

  He kept staring at her. Her anger, momentarily dimmed by the shock of the slap, resurfaced with a vengeance. She wouldn’t be made to feel bad when he was the one in the wrong. She held his gaze, forcing a look of defiance on to her face. He was still standing close to her, and the outline of his erection was still visible in his tuxedo pants. Ripples of excitement ran through her, despite the anger still seething inside her. And somehow the anger fueled her arousal and she found herself paralyzed, panting.

  Still staring hard, he drew closer to her. She tried to speak but couldn’t force herself to form words. Ironic for a hotshot lawyer, she thought sourly. Still, she wouldn’t be cowed. She opened her mouth just as Tad's lips crashed against hers.

  The kiss was savage. If she wasn’t pressed against the fridge, its intensity might have knocked her off her feet. It had a brutal, insistent power behind it, completely out of character for Tad. It was usually the only area of their relationship where he bothered to show any sensitivity at all. He took his time, making sure she was satisfied before he took his pleasure.

  This was different. His tongue pushed deeper in to her mouth and his hands clawed at her dress. He was taking what he wanted, Laura realized. Wet heat gathered between her legs, and she returned the kiss with equal savagery.

  He broke away, panting hard. “You're an asshole,” he hissed.

  “Shut the fuck up,” she retorted. Her hands went for his zipper. He helped her, eagerness writ large on his boyish face. Impatiently, she got his pants open and pulled them down. His thick cock bulged against his briefs. Laura went to her knees and pulled his meat free.

  “Fuck yeah,” his voice came out in a gasp. She swallowed him, savoring his taste. She pushed right down to the root, breathing in the musky heat of his crotch. Pain flared as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard. “Suck me,” he said, “suck my dick!”

  She obliged eagerly, consumed by her own raging lust. Still clutching her hair, he thrust his hips forward, face fucking her. She gagged but refused to break off the blow job. He had never been so rough with her before, but it awoke a deep, burning lust in her.

  “Suck me bitch!” he whispered hotly, “suck my fucking cock!”

  He had never called her a bitch before, not during sex anyway. She thought she would find it offensive, but it only helped to turn her on more. Her hands skirted round to feel his firm naked butt. With malicious relish, she clawed his bare flesh with her long nails. He let out a little yelp, and pushed her head down harder between his legs. She took his meat with vigour, her nails still burrowing into his tight buns. It seemed to help make him even more aggressive, and he rammed her mouth without mercy. Laura kept taking it, refusing to pull away. She scraped at his flesh in return, feeling a satisfying, sadistic thrill. She sensed it was becoming a competition between them, to see who would relent first.

  Above her, she heard Tad moan and he backed off, pulling his dick out of her mouth. She wiped away the pre-cum that had spilled onto her chin, and could not hide the satisfied smile that spread across her face. Pussy, she thought to herself.

  He was breathing hard now, his eyes bright with lust. She watched him as he quickly pulled off his shoes and pants. He slipped off his briefs and socks and was naked now, save for his shirt. With a predatory grace, he padded over to where she was still kneeling on the floor. She stayed where she was until he roughly yanked her to her feet and kissed her hard on the mouth again. She responded eagerly, clawing his back through the expensive fabric of the shirt.

  His iron hard dick pressed against her dress, and he clutched at her legs. Before she knew what was happening, he hoisted her up and shoved her onto the nearby work surface. She kicked off her heels, and sighed as his hands moved up beneath her skirt. With a sharp yank, he pulled at her panties, bringing them down her long legs and throwing them on the floor. She waited to see what would happen next, expecting him to go down on her. Tad was very good at oral, and she knew full well that he took childish pride in being able to make her cum with his tongue.

  Surprisingly though, he grabbed her arms and pulled her off the counter. She tried to struggle but he was too strong, and he turned her round brusquely and bent her over the surface.

  A trill of panic went through her. Was he going to fuck her ass? The thought terrified her. She had never been taken that way before. She wasn’t ready for it, and despite how horny she was she wasn’t willing to try it now. She would have to stop him, she realized, but he was so fired up he might force her anyway. A shudder ran up her spine. Maybe she should let him, she wondered to herself. Maybe she even deserved it for slapping him. The idea of being punished made her want to finger herself, and almost subconsciously her hand moved down between her legs.

  The slap to her butt came as a total shock. She cried out, her brain registering pain and surprise at the same time. She was so stunned by what he had just done, that she barely acknowledged the second slap.

  “You like that bitch?” he said from behind her. Without waiting for an answer, he spanked her again, harder across both buttocks. Laura gasped, and pushing her hair out of her face, craned round to look up at him. A look of pure sadism twisted Tad’s face. She grinned as he hit her again, and feasted her eyes on his tanned, toned body. His thick dick, rock hard and wet, was ample testament of how much he was enjoying the spanking.

  “Harder,” she said huskily. “Do it harder.”

  He obliged, hitching her skirt up higher and lashing out with unrestrained ferocity. She cried out again, luxuriating in the sharp, brutal pain. Her cunt was dripping wet and she groped at the damp curls of her pubic hair. Calming her pounding heart, Laura began to work with the rhythm of the spanks. Stretching her vagina with her fingers, she pushed in deeper, letting out a deep, throaty moan. She kept her eyes on Tad as he beat her, teasing her swelling clit with each slap he inflicted.

  Seeing her masturbate was clearly making Tad even hotter. He was jerking himself hard with his free hand as he spanked her. She felt a twinge of disappointment. It looked like he was soon going to climax, and though she was bringing herself close to orgasm, she had a desperate, burning need to have him inside her.

  Tad let out a deep breath and stopped jerking. Maybe he had been thinking the same thing, and wanted to fuck her rather than beat himself off. Much to Laura’s chagrin though, he also stopped smacking her. Her bare skin stung from his fierce attentions, and she revelled in the pain.

  Pulling off his shirt, he grabbed her hips and pulled her around to face him. Her pert bottom protested when he sat her back up on the cold, hard counter and she whimpered. For a moment he stared at her, and she sat back admiring his sculpted chest and firm abs. Never before had he looked so desirable to her.

  “Get the dress off,” he said tersely. “Keep the stockings and bra.”

  Eagerly she obeyed. He had never ordered her around like this before. She was shocked at how well she responded to it. In the cut throat corporate world, she had to struggle damn hard to even get men to acknowledge her as an equal. It was a daily and bitter struggle, and now she was throwing it away and going all cave-woman. She realized as she slipped off the cocktail she really didn’t give a fuck. Before tonight their sex had been on her terms, slow, sensual and predictable. The thought stung. She had never ever seen herself as the type of girl who would be into rough sex.

  “Hurry the fuck up,” snapped Tad. He was a completely different person to her now. All his well-oiled charm and puppy dog cuteness had been erased. Naked animal lust radiated out of his firm body, and his eyes glowed with a savage light. She looked back at this new Tad, feeling a transformation in her own self. They had become players in some dark sexual drama.

  The dress fell to the floor, and she sat naked before him, save only for her black bra and hold-up stockings. Her mouth parted a littl
e, and she blew him a kiss. With deliberate slowness, she brought her hands down between her legs and fondled herself. He watched her for a while, then walked toward the fridge, his bare feet slapping against the floor.

  He must have sensed her confusion, because he glanced back at her and smirked. She watched in bafflement as he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of unopened champagne. “I’m not thirsty,” she said.

  “Neither am I,” he replied, taking out a plate of butter as well.

  It didn’t dawn on her straight away what he was up to, even as she watched him smear the butter along the top and neck of the bottle. The shit-face grin was back on his face when he went back to her.

  “No,” she said, alarm bells now ringing in her head.

  “Yes,” he replied, in a tone that brooked no argument.

  She told him no again, but she didn’t stop him. Her body arced as he slowly eased the foreign object into her. Shock at her willingness to submit to such a thing, made her cheeks color. She had never even considered using a dildo before, let alone resorting to something so makeshift.

  “Christ,” she gasped.

  Clutching the base of the bottle, Tad shoved it in deeper, seemingly oblivious the cries she was making. Breathing deeply, she widened her legs as he ploughed her roughly. With a savage grin, he leaned forward and sank his teeth into her left breast.

  She winced from the bite and bared her teeth. Laughing, he angled the bottle upwards inside her cunt, sending fresh shockwaves through her body. She lashed out at that, slapping him hard across the face again. He responded by ramming the neck of the bottle further in to her without mercy. She slapped him a third time, leaving a vivid red mark across his face. His grin was almost maniacal now. The pain she had inflicted was evidently spurring him on.

  Laura closed her eyes, riding on the pain of the bottle fuck. Abruptly though, he pulled it clear out of her and she opened her eyes again in surprise. As she did so, he pressed the corked top in her face. She breathed in her own scent, and opened her mouth to let him push the bottle in to her mouth. She took hold of it, and began sucking it suggestively. Tad watched her, a rapt look on his face, and squeezed her breasts.