Kinky, Rough & HARD: 10 Story Collection & BDSM Box Set Bundle Anthology: (Spankings, Bondage, Humiliation, Domination & Submission)

by Harley Jane Meadows

  I leaned into my husband, and whispered in his ear. “What are you thinking??”

  He looked at me, and grinned for the first time. “I think my little slut of a wife is due for some show and tell.”

  ~~~

  My husband and I stood outside the Subway station. It was busy: people pushed by us in both directions, almost non-stop. I had goosebumps.

  I had an exhibitionist streak that my husband indulged. I loved and hated to be seen. The idea of embarrassment put butterflies in my stomach. The naughtier, the better. James was going to push me over the edge. Hard.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  He looked at me, and nodded toward the subway station. I took one step down, towards the entrance. Then another.

  James came up behind me, and put his hand on the small of my back. “Don’t chicken out now, slut.”

  He prodded me once, and that was it. That’s all I needed to get going.

  We had a… tricky relationship. As strong and forceful as my husband was, he would never have actually made me do anything I didn’t really want to do. If push came to shove and I honestly didn’t want to continue, I’d say so. One mention of ‘apple core’, and that would be it.

  We reached the main landing of the subway station. We paid, and walked through the turnstiles. The station was huge, underground.

  James took my hand, and led me down the stairs to a long, wide aisle. The downtown trains were on one side, the uptown trains ran along the other.

  James took out a cheap plastic pen, and handed it to me. He pointed to a man in a brown suit, waiting for his ride.

  “See that guy? You’re gonna show him your tits.”

  What?

  “You’re gonna walk right up to him, ask him if he wants to see ‘em. Go do it.”

  I walked away from James, looking back several times, before walking up to the man in brown.

  I cleared my throat. “Um. Excuse me, sir.”

  He nodded. “Yes?”

  “Do you want to see my tits?”

  He blinked a few times. “I beg your pardon?”

  I opened my jacket, and tugged at the tear in my shirt, until I’d exposed a rosy, pink nipple. The man’s jaw dropped, and his eyes went wide. He didn’t take his eyes off my chest. I let my hand fall to my side, and then did the same thing with my left breast.

  Oh jeez. I squirmed on the spot. I was already sensitive about my tits, before complete strangers were going to be gaping at me!

  This… hurricane was going on, inside me. On the one hand, I was super far out of my comfort zone. On the other hand, it was such a fucking turn-on.

  I left him like that, with his jaw on the floor.

  I returned to James. He nodded, and pointed to another man, in a blue suit. “Go. Do it again, slut.”

  I felt so timid. I walked up quietly to a man in a blue suit. “Hi.”

  He looked at me with a skeptical expression. “…Hi there.”

  “Do you wanna see my tits?”

  His look grew harder. Meaner. “What? No, I don’t wanna see your tits! What the hell is wrong with you!? Get away from me, you freak!”

  I shrunk, and shrunk, and shrunk until I was just three inches tall. Or at least, that’s how it felt.

  The train arrived, and anyone who’d seen or heard what happened, got on one train or the other. I had tears in my eyes. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. Why did it make me feel so fucking hot? I went back to James, clearly upset. He didn’t look like he cared in the slightest.

  He pointed to another man in a brown suit. “See that guy? You’re gonna drop your pen in front of him.” He took my miniskirt, and hitched it up higher around my waist. It wasn’t going to offer any coverage whatsoever, if I bent over. Oh, god…

  “You wet right now, tramp?” What would be the point of lying?

  “You have no idea…”

  He stepped into me, and his fingers slipped between my legs. He caressed my folds. I was damp. I moaned at his touch. “Uuhhhnn…”

  “Look at you, you little whore. Getting so excited. No matter. Go do what I told you to.”

  Oh god. Oh jeez. I walked up the path, and saw the man in the brown suit. He was looking at me. I pretended not to notice. I walked close by him, and dropped the pen. It didn’t roll far.

  “Oops!” I took a breath, and bent over to pick it up. The man in the brown suit was staring straight at me. I clenched up inside, thinking about it. I was bent over. He could see me. He could see my pussy, peeking out through my pantyhose. I got back up as fast as I could.

  I turned around, and the man’s eyes were wide with shock. He looked me up and down. My heart was pounding. My jacket was open. I fought the urge to tug down on my skirt. I bit my lip.

  The train came roaring in… along with a cool breeze. The wind made my shirt flap like a tarp. The man’s eyes went to my chest. I felt the breeze on my nipples, and they went hard again. I had to pretend not to notice. The slit in the fabric brushed against my breast, over my nipple. I was exposed.

  He could see me. The subway behind him came to a stop, and people got out. None of them seemed to pay any attention. I covered my breast, and squirmed, uncomfortably.

  The man in the brown suit snapped out of it, and turned around to get on the subway car. He watched me until the doors slid shut.

  I was hot. I’d broken out in a sweat, and my heart was pounding. The tingles went all the way to my core. I turned around. There was James, several feet away, watching a guy, watching me. The guy wore a black leather jacket, and he hadn’t taken his eyes off me.

  James nodded, bidding me to do it all over again. I dropped the pen. I turned around and bent over. Ohhhhhhh god. I heard a gasp behind me. The guy in the leather jacket was staring at me now. He had to be.

  His eyes, on my folds… on my lips…

  Once again, I picked up the pen, fast as I could. I cleared my throat. This was humiliating. This was… awful. This was so fucking hot!

  James walked past the man in the leather coat, and came up to me. He stood so close. “You enjoying yourself, tramp?”

  I was breathless. I nodded. He pressed his knuckle between my folds, and I went weak in the knees. “Look at you. Getting wet, getting hot in front of strangers. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

  I had tears in my eyes. “I am. I am ashamed. Oh, James. Let me come? Tell me I can come.”

  He looked around, and whispered close. “Out here? You wanna get arrested? Do you, slut?”

  I felt his breath on my skin. He slipped his hand into my shirt. “God. Look at you. Your nipples are hard. You really do get off on this. You’re disgusting.”

  I pressed my forehead against his. Yes. Demean me. Punish me. Insult me. I’ve been so bad and I deserve it.

  I squirmed, standing up. I felt like a strong breeze was gonna push me over the limit. James grabbed the fabric of my shirt. He tore the slit wider.

  Are you fucking kidding me—

  He tore the slit wider, and let it fall against my skin. The fabric rested right over the edge of my nipples, now. It was indecent. Ffffffuck, was I hot.

  “Give me the jacket.” His words in my ear made me tremble.

  I stumbled a little, but I slipped out of my jacket and handed it to him. I resisted the urge to hug myself.

  He tugged at my shirt. My nipples weren’t sticking out, but if someone walked by and wanted to peek in my shirt, they’d have a clear fucking view. I took several deep breaths.

  “You’ll get it back later,” he said. He folded my jacket over his arm, and went and sat down. I still had his fucking pen…

  I wasn’t topless, but I felt almost as raw. Another train arrived. My shirt billowed and flapped across my chest. My tiny, pert breasts were chilly in the breeze. I couldn’t cover up. I wanted to. I didn’t want them looking at me, they were all staring and I was nothing and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

  Another train arrived. My shirt flapped in the breeze, peeling
away from my breasts. I shut my eyes, and felt a drop of wetness spill down my cheek. They could see me. They could see me exposed.

  I was just his fucktoy, his diversion, his distraction.

  I got looks. I got so many looks. Dirty looks from women. Leers from men. Gasps. Nobody said a goddamn thing. They just stared.

  James walked up behind me, and escorted me off the walkway. We found a utility closet with the door unlocked. James pushed me through the doorway and shut it behind us.

  He pushed me against a rack of cleaning supplies. I grabbed onto the shelf.

  “You still want it?” he asked, breathing against my neck.

  I nodded. “Desperately.”

  He pulled hard on my hair. I cried out. “Ahhaaaah!”

  “You fucking love it.” I heard metal clink as he unfastened his belt.

  “I do. I do. I do.”

  His hands slid around my stomach. He yanked hard on my miniskirt, pulling it up to my waist. He grabbed the shoulders of my shirt and tore down *hard*. I grunted as he tore my shirt in two. It fell in tatters around my hips. I sobbed.

  He slapped his hands on my tits and squeezed. “You’re worried about these tiny things? You afraid people are gonna see ‘em? See you and find out what a slut you are??”

  I nodded. I couldn’t talk anymore. He pinched my nipple. His other hand slapped my thigh, and moved up. Up. Up to my folds. He penetrated me with his fingers. “This pussy is mine. It belongs to me. You don’t get to play with it, unless I say you can.”

  I nodded. The feeling of his fingers inside me after all the excitement… it was still going on…

  I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop it. His fingers inside me pushed me over the edge. I started to squeal. My voice went higher and higher. Wetness dripped out of my pussy. I squirted all over James’ hand. I almost folded over in half, but I forced myself to stay on my feet.

  I pressed my head against the shelf and let it take me. The build-up felt like it had taken forever. It may have only been a few damn minutes. I didn’t care. My husband was still fingering me, and squeezing my tit in his hand. He kissed and grazed his teeth on my neck. I could feel his cock, pressing between my legs.

  “I say you could come, whore? Did I?”

  I shook my head. He took me by the shoulders, then, and turned me around. He kissed me hard on the lips. I could taste his hunger. He was hard up as I was. We both needed this. I stroked his neck, his jaw. He broke the kiss.

  “Get on your knees.”

  I knelt in the tiny closet. “You came without permission. Twice, today. That’s awfully naughty of you, fucktoy.”

  I looked up at him. He grabbed me hard by the jaw, and opened my mouth. “Suck on it.”

  I put my fingers around his cock, stroking him. I opened my mouth wide, and wrapped my lips around him. His cock was hard and heavy on my tongue. I pushed my lips down his shaft, and back. Deep, and shallow. He balled his hands into fists in my hair, and took over.

  He fucked my face like that, until he was close. He lifted me up, then. He kissed me hard on the mouth, and pushed me against the wall.

  James grabbed me on both sides, and penetrated me with his cock. He lifted me up onto his hips, and I wrapped my legs around him. He pinned me to the wall and had his way with me, over and over and over.

  Someone could have walked in, any time. He pushed into me again, and again. I screamed. He kept thrusting, over and over, until he finally cried out.

  He pushed his hips into mine, and buckled. He pushed me hard against the wall as his legs trembled, and he screamed. He let go inside me, filling me with his cum.

  I felt weightless. Any pain or tingling was gone. I came, and felt like I might float up off James, if he didn’t hold me down. A great warmth just… tipped over, inside. The warm, gooey orgasm splashed up inside me, hitting my brain and making me sing.

  He sank against me, sandwiching me with the wall. My feet touched the ground, and I guided him off me. I opened my eyes.

  My shirt, as it had been, was destroyed. I pulled my skirt back down over my pussy, and James handed me my jacket. I zipped it up, over my bare skin.

  I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. A station attendant gave me and James awful, dirty looks as we left. He had his arm around me, now. The encounter was over. All had been forgiven.

  I went home, and had the longest, hottest bath of my life. I’d never experienced anything so humiliating… I wondered when we could do it again!

  CHAPTER FIVE

  The Billionaire's Plaything

  I stood in the Billionaire’s Office. It occupied the entire top floor of the building, and commanded an impressive view of the city. Carter Morrison was a powerfully built man of forty. His black hair was starting to go salt-and-pepper. I had a weakness for older men. Guess I couldn’t help myself…

  Carter rose up from his seat when I came in. He stood there, waiting for me. I rolled my eyes just a little, and went to him. I kissed him on the cheek.

  “You called?”

  “Lila. Thank you for coming.”

  Lila wasn’t my real name. He knew it, and he knew I liked to keep my kink life and my regular life… separate. Using the name helped.

  “I just love to serve.” I smirked.

  “I’m throwing a special event this Friday at Anguish. I’d like you to be there as my guest.”

  Anguish was a BDSM Dungeon for the upper crust. Silk ropes, mahogany paddles, gold-plated cages. That sort of thing.

  I made a happy noise. “Oooh. You know I’m always up for some kink. What did you have in mind, sir?”

  He took a breath, and suppressed a shiver. He loved it when I called him ‘sir’.

  He laid out what he had in mind for me, in the Dungeon. We’d done similar things at his home. The difference here, was that there would be an audience. He was going to be doing these things to me in public.

  I knit my brow and pursed my lips. He didn’t like it when I showed any sign of disagreement, but that was too fucking bad.

  “What is it?”

  I licked my teeth. “I don’t know who’s going to be at this little soiree of yours. Doing the things you’re asking for is one thing. Doing it for mixed company is another.”

  A more agreeable man would have nodded. Carter Morrison just blinked. He went to his desk and pulled open a drawer. He pulled out a black lacquered box.

  “I anticipated that you might have an issue about that,” he said. He turned the box around, and pulled up the lid. “That’s why I bought you this.”

  It was a mask. A beautiful black number, bigger than a simple domino mask. It was attached to a black silk ribbon. If I wore that… I’d feel more comfortable handing control over to my Billionaire. With that on my face, I could have plausible deniability.

  We kept negotiating, back and forth, over what he wanted to do to me at Anguish. We agreed to terms. I kissed Carter on the lips. “Thank you… sir.”

  He grunted for me. I scooped up the box, and was on my way.

  ~~~

  Carter and I had a healthy understanding with each other, though I would scarcely call it a relationship. We’d met on FetLife, and had our first in-person meeting at a Dungeon— though one less decadent than Anguish.

  We hit it off. It was gratifying to meet a man who knew what he wanted, and could ask for it. I wasn’t a mindreader, and neither was Carter.

  There were certain benefits to dating a man of ludicrous wealth. My wardrobe had exploded with the gifts Carter had bought me. He had decent taste, and I had subtly nudged him here and there, to ‘let me’ help him pick things out.

  Also, my rent had been covered for the entire coming year. Like I said. Benefits.

  Carter was controlling, and short-tempered, and used to getting his own way. You tend to lose sight of good manners when you have enough power and money to overlook anything you please.

  It was such a turn-on, playing with him. It took a Billionaire to rein me in. How hot was tha
t? I liked him. There was something there. Plus, I got turned on, handing over power. It was totally an exchange, and one that drove me wild.

  Come Friday, I was going to walk into that Dungeon and become Carter Morrison’s personal fucktoy… and reap the rewards that came with it.

  ~~~

  I kept a job as personal secretary for a prominent shrink. I liked helping someone who helped people. And it was 100% detached from anything to do with my personal life… which was just how I liked it.

  I came from money. Not billions, for sure, but my family had old money. I traced my finger around the lid of the lacquered black box. Anonymity was something I was keen to hold on to. It was nobody’s business but my own, who I fucked. Going to the Dungeon for high rollers made me tingle inside. I couldn’t wait.

  Friday came. I showered at my place, and stepped out of the bathroom. I toweled myself off, and looked in the mirror. Staring back was an olive-skinned beauty with dark brown eyes, long, dark hair, and a smile that had been places.

  I tugged off the towel, and looked myself over. I was tall. Long legs, nice ass. Generous c-cups, with wide brown areolae around perky little nipples. Time to get dressed.

  I slipped into black silk panties with lace strings on the sides. I had the feeling they’d need to come off after I was tied up. I slipped on black stockings, and picked out a deep purple corset— laces in the back, metal hooks in the front. It’d be easy to take off— or easy for someone to take off me.

  The corset stopped just below my breasts. I picked out a matching purple bra with black trim. I slipped into my best fuck-me pumps, and put on a charcoal grey trench coat. I didn’t want to cause any accidents on the way there.

  I put on some deep rose-colored lipstick, and tried on the mask. It covered half my face. I penciled on a beauty mark, for a touch of the old-fashioned. Something told me to leave my hair down, tonight. I trusted my instincts, they never steered me wrong.