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

by Harley Jane Meadows

  He didn’t argue. He tore open the packet, his fingers shaking, and slid the condom down his shaft. I got on top of him, and smacked his hands away when he tried to touch me.

  I sat on top of his cock, and gave him a sour look. “You call that an erection?” I grabbed his shaft, and guided him into me. I was wet as anything, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

  I grabbed him by the hair, and held on tight. He lay on the bed, hard as a board, stiff with fear. He didn’t dare say the wrong thing.

  I rode him, and rode him, and rode him. The power I had over him was fucking intoxicating. I felt him buckle. He was close. So was I.

  I grabbed his hand, and slapped it on top of my breast. “Squeeze.”

  He squeezed my flesh in his hand, and I ground down hard on his rigid cock. I kept riding him, and riding him—

  I had the angriest orgasm of my life, grinding down on top of my Billionaire. Liquid hot pleasure splashed up my insides, and I kept on riding him.

  His face went red. I balled up my hand in a fist on his expensive tuxedo shirt. I tore it open.

  Carter shouted, and came. I felt his whole body shudder and tremble. He lost control and spilled his cum inside the condom, again and again. I kept writhing on top of him. I pushed him down hard onto the bed, trying to sink him into it.

  He went limp. I scratched down his chest, hard, and climbed off him.

  I left him there, half naked, with a condom hanging off his dick. I got myself dressed, and only looked at him in the mirror.

  “You’re sorry. We’re going on a shopping spree, tomorrow. Say yes.”

  A spent, exhausted ‘yes’ emerged from the bed.

  “Good.” I looked at myself in the mirror, and adjusted my mask just so. “That’ll be a good start.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Punished By My Best Friend's DAD

  I got a summer job working for my best friend’s dad, at his office in the city. He owned his own business. Sometimes clients would stop by for in-person counseling, but most days it was just the two of us in the office.

  Most of the time I had the back room to myself, while he worked. I paid the bills, balanced the books, invoiced his clients, kept the office tidy, and oh yeah, opened my boss’ mail. The open box sat on my desk, with some kind of leather whip thing inside. It looked like it was made out of suede, and it was pale blue from its studded handle to its many strappy ends.

  The door to the back room opened and my jaw was still on the floor.

  “Alison? I need you to run to the corner store. I’m out of —” Mr. Bronson’s face froze when he saw me, and the open package on the desk. “… Oh.”

  I still had the whip thing in my hand. I didn’t think I could move if I tried. I was too embarrassed, too shocked! “Mister Bronson! I, I was just doing what you told me. You said to go through the mail and find anything important, and—”

  Mr. Bronson was tall, and strong. He wasn’t overly built, but he stayed in shape. (I had a little better idea of how he stayed in shape, if this was the sort of thing he used to unwind.) He came over to me and took the handle from me.

  We’d touched before, sure, but this was different. A shock ran through me of pure hunger that I wasn’t sure I really understood. Mister Bronson was handsome, sure, but he was also my best friend’s dad. It would gross Sheila out to no end, if she thought I had a thing for her father… which I did.

  “Oh my god. That’s a personal order I placed. I must’ve given them my work address by accident.” I couldn’t take my eyes off the thing in his hand. He realized I was still looking. “Is this something we need to talk about?” he asked me. He didn’t look very happy about it.

  I had trouble forming words. “Uhh… no? It’s not really any of my business.” He started to put it back in the packaging. “But could you tell me what it is?”

  He chuckled, and gave me a nod. “Sure. It’s… well. It’s a flogger. You use it to flog people.”

  I scrunched my face up, confused but intrigued. “Like, if they’ve been bad, or…”

  He let out a laugh. “No! No. I mean, yes. It can be used for that.”

  My hands were shaking, I was so excited. I couldn’t take my eyes off the flogger. “And you use it for…?”

  He opened his mouth and shut it again. He cleared his throat. “Well. I use it at my dungeon. It’s not my dungeon. I don’t own it. But I go there pretty regularly.”

  Oh god, I was getting warm. When did it get so warm in here?

  “Sheila doesn’t really know about this side of me, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell her.”

  I nodded. “No. Of course.” I traced an imaginary zipper across my lips. Mr. Bronson was divorced. He had been since Sheila and I were in high school. That was three years ago… and now I was having thoughts about him as an adult. Me. I was almost twenty years old, and I couldn’t shake the thought of him in some kind of leather get-up, taking that flogger to some poor woman’s back. Some… lucky woman…

  “Alison. You’re staring.”

  I snapped out of it. “Sorry. I was just a million miles away.” It was my turn to clear my throat, when he turned to leave the side room. “Um, Mister Bronson? Can we keep talking for a minute?”

  He nodded, and leaned against the desk. “Sure.”

  “So, this dungeon. What is it like?”

  He smiled again, showing his teeth. “It’s probably not like what you think. Most of the people that go are pretty normal, by conventional standards. They just like to come out and… play.” I found this terribly confusing, so he went on. “Think of it as a giant playground, only instead of monkey bars and a jungle gym, there’s ropes and big wooden X’s and padded furniture people have sex on.”

  Wow. This was definitely something I knew nothing about. I was getting hotter by the minute.

  I licked my lip. Fuck it, you’re only young once. “Would you consider… taking me? Sometime?” Taking me. Jeez, Alison. “To the dungeon, that is? I’d like to know more. See what it’s like.”

  He rubbed the underside of his nose. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. You’re my employee, and Sheila’s friend. I don’t think it would be appropriate, Alison.”

  I stood up from my seat. “Well, what if we just go as… two adults?”

  His eyes ran up and down my body. I don’t know that he’d ever done that, before. “Just what are you saying?”

  Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Go for it. “Um. Bear with me on this. But. I… I think I like you. As more than just a friend, or my boss. I mean, I’m seeing you in this totally different light right now, and god is it a turn-on, and… and I think I want you. Yes. I want you.” I swallowed. It was too late to stop now. “The job is nice and all and I’m totally grateful for it, but… wow is it hot in here.”

  I leaned over the desk and kissed my boss. It was clumsy, but only at first. My lips pressed to his, and a new rush of heat ran through me, right down to my hips.

  I broke the kiss and looked at Mr. Bronson. He was breathing harder than before. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. He put his hand on my neck and pulled me back into the kiss. Our lips opened up and I tasted him. He tasted tart and sweet. I moaned a little, and that was when we heard the front door open up.

  “Hi Dad!”

  That could only be Sheila. Walking in on me kissing her dad. Oh god, oh god. Mr. Bronson stood up straight, whipped around, and smiled for his daughter as the came through the door to the back office. She hadn’t seen anything. Mr. Bronson still had the flogger in his hands, in its package. I quickly took it from him, and slipped the entire thing into a drawer in the desk.

  “There you are! How’s it going, Dad?”

  He nodded. “Fine, fine. How are you, pumpkin?”

  She smiled, and gave him her cheek to kiss. “I’m good. Just wanted to swing by on my way to the gym is all.” She looked at me. “He keeping you out of trouble, Alison?”

  I could only nod. My face was bright red. Sheila poked her dad in the
side. “Hey. You should think about getting an air conditioner in here. The poor thing looks hot!” Truer words, Sheila.

  “Can I steal her for an hour at the gym?” she asked.

  Mr. Bronson opened his mouth and shut it again. He looked at me, and no words came.

  “I can’t!” I said, a bit louder than I intended. “Um. Lots to catch up on, here. I’ll have to take a raincheck. Sorry.”

  She nodded. “Okay. No big.” She gave her father a peck on the cheek, and waved me good-bye. She left us alone after that, shutting the front door behind her.

  Mr. Bronson all but collapsed when he sat down on the edge of my desk. “Quick thinking with the box, Alison.”

  I nodded, and joined him. “Thanks.” Whew.

  “Still think coming to the dungeon with me is a good idea?” Neither of us could stop staring at the front door, which stayed shut.

  I swallowed. “That depends. Are you as turned on as I am, right now?”

  Nothing for ages. Then he nodded. “Yeah.”

  Mr. Bronson took me in his arms, and pinned me to the wall. He kissed me. He kissed me. I moaned, it was a soft, rising noise. Hell. I’d had boyfriends before, I’d even slept with a guy or two. But nothing I’d done up ’til that moment could prepare me for how hot it was to be kissing Mr. Bronson. I’d never felt chemistry like this. Ever. I was gonna break out in goosebumps if this kept up.

  I slid my hands up his chest. I pushed his jacket up and off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it, and lay it on the desk. He pulled me by the hand, into the main office. He locked the door, and I pulled him over onto the couch. He fell back softly, and I straddled him right there.

  I was wearing a black miniskirt, and a deep blue button-down shirt. I was suddenly thanking my lucky stars that I’d shaved my legs yesterday…

  He ran his hands up my thighs. His grip was strong. He squeezed my thighs, and I moaned for him again. I wriggled around on top of his crotch. I could feel him getting hard. “Ooooh, Mister Bronson…”

  He put his hand on the back of my neck, and pulled me down, down into a kiss. He broke it after a second or two, and kissed my cheek, my jaw, my ear. “You’ve gotta call me something else.”

  I nodded. “I can’t call you David. I’ve known you too long. It feels weird,” I said, sitting on top of him. Suddenly, I had it. A stroke of inspiration. I smiled a devilish little smirk. “I know…”

  I leaned in, pressing my chest to his. “How about I call you Daddy?” I actually felt him get harder underneath me, when I said it. He let out this long, slow breath.

  “Ffffffuck yes. That’s— That’s what I want.”

  I nodded, and licked his throat. “Well if you’re Daddy, what does that make me? Hmm?” I traced my finger around his nipple, right through his shirt. He was getting fucking excited, from head to toe. “Hmmm…” I thought aloud. “If you’re Daddy… I guess that makes me your little girl.”

  I kissed him, hard and deep. He sat up, then, taking me by the shoulders. His kiss was fierce, hungry. Full of energy. He was driving me wild…

  My shirt had snaps instead of traditional buttons. He grabbed my shirt by the lapels, and pulled hard in opposite directions. My shirt flew open. I was wearing a black bra underneath. “Ohhh, yeah… Touch me, Daddy.”

  I pulled at the back of my shirt, tugging it off my shoulders. He reached up my back with his fingers, and found the clasp of my bra. “Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded. I reached around back, and undid the clasp. The tension in the straps melted away.

  Daddy’s hands went up my arms, to my shoulders. I watched him as he slipped the bra straps off my shoulders, down off my body. The black fabric spilled off my small breasts, and landed in our laps. He looked at my body, exposed.

  My nipples were hard in the cold air. They were pink, tiny things. My breasts were pert little mounds, I barely filled an A-cup. He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed me, massaged me. He put his lips to my nipple and kissed it sweetly. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered.

  I started grinding against his hips. I could feel his cock, rock hard and stiff beneath me. I was so wet…

  My greedy fingers went to his belt, and unbuckled it. My hands were shaking. I unbuttoned his pants, and slid down the zipper. He wore silk boxers underneath, and his erection rose up out of his pants as the zipper went down. He was big. Not super long, but thick. Ooouff.

  I got up off the couch, long enough to slip out of my shoes and take off my miniskirt. I stood there in nothing but my black panties, tempted by force of habit to cover up in front of my best friend’s dad. Instead, I made my hands into fists and stood there before him, taking long, slow breaths. He couldn’t take his eyes off my tits.

  “You’re a goddamn knock out,” he said. He kicked off his shoes and slid his pants down his thighs. He stood up, starting to take off his boxers.

  “Wait,” I said. “Wait. I want to. Let me. Okay?”

  He watched me step closer to him. I stroked his cock, through the fabric of his boxers. A drop of pre-cum was seeping through the fabric, a dark dot at the tip of his erection. I pulled on the waistband of his boxers, and slowly pulled them down.

  I saw his cock for the first time. I realized, suddenly, that I had always wanted this. I’d always wanted Mr. Bronson. Even when I was too young to know it. But here I was, nineteen and legal, and seeing him naked and hard. Hard for me.

  I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his cock. His pre-cum was warm and slick to the touch. I rubbed his shaft with long, slow strokes. He moaned. He liked that…

  “Daddy?” I asked him.

  He opened his eyes, and looked down at me, stroking him. “Yes, baby. What is it?”

  “Would you show me… how you use that thing?”

  A look of confusion crossed his face, before he understood what I meant. He stepped out of the boxers, pooled around his feet. He disappeared into the back room and came back a moment later, with the cardboard box. He pulled out the flogger and slapped it into his wrist.

  “Get against the desk.”

  I did as I was told, and went to his desk. I faced away from him, and he put the flogger down on the desk, next to me. His hands went to my panties, and pulled down hard. I squeaked as the fabric left my pussy. I was already so wet…

  He put his hand on my neck, pushing me forward. I leaned over, and put my hands on his desk. “Now. We’re going to start off very light. If you want to go harder, say so.”

  I closed my eyes in dreadful anticipation. I heard a whisper of fabric as he picked the flogger up off the desk. I held my breath, and then swop.

  A burst of pain— so light that it almost barely counted as pain— exploded in the small of my back. I cried out in shock, more than actual discomfort. “Oh!”

  He waited a breath, then hit me again. Swop. The lashes of suede sting my back again, higher this time. “Is that okay?” he asked. I nodded.

  The next flash hit me on the shoulder blade, harder. Swop. The sting lasted longer, this time. A buzz of pleasure sang under my skin. It felt like heat. Then came another swop. “Uhhn…” I gripped the desk. Yes. This felt good. Why did it feel so good?

  He hit me with the flogger again, even harder. It stung my hip, and I winced. “Are you okay, baby girl?”

  I nodded. “Again, Daddy. Hit me again.”

  He obliged me with another swop. It stung my other hip, and I started trembling. The pain of it and the illicit sting of delight in my body were getting louder somehow. It was wonderful.

  Swop. He stung my ass with the flogger, and I cried out. “Oh! Oh, Daddy…”

  He draped the flogger against my skin, a tender almost-caress. He brushed my skin with the fabric of it, up my back. “More?” he asked.

  I nodded again. Swop. I gritted my teeth. The pain was starting to drown out the good feelings that came with it. “Daddy? Can you let up, a little?”

  He answered by brushing the fabric over my skin again, soothing me. I moaned a happy little noise.
“Turn around,” he whispered.

  I turned around to face him, and he stood there, fully erect. His cock was almost beet red. He brushed the flogger down my chest, between my tits. “Close your eyes.”

  I nodded, and closed my eyes. Swop. The sting explodes across my whole breast. My nipple goes bright pink, getting hard at the pain. I cry out. “Ahh!”

  I didn’t say stop, so he doesn’t. Another swop stung my left breast, this time. I bit my lip. I opened my eyes. “Enough, Daddy. Enough.”

  I opened my eyes, and he had this far-away look on his face. He was really into it… He blinked a few times, and took a breath. He laid the flogger down and stood over me, his cock pressing against my body.

  He slid his hand down my stomach, to between my legs. He sat me on his desk, and rubbed his fingers up and down my lips. Ohhhhh, Daddy…

  He penetrated me with his fingers, then. I bit my lip again, and made a cooing sound I’d never heard before. Touch me. Play with me…

  He pushed his fingers deeper inside my pussy, getting his fingers all wet. He groaned and pressed his forehead against mine, as he kept sliding his fingers in and out of my wet core. I widened my legs for him. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Please…”

  He licked my neck. He nibbled on my shoulder. He kept pushing into me with his fingers. I tightened around his digits. I was getting close. “Ooohhhh, Daddy!”

  He supported my neck with his hand, as he kept stroking my pussy from the inside. “Pinch your nipples for me.”

  I did as I was told. I broke out in a full-body blush. The heat inside my hips was getting more and more intense. I felt like I was filling up with some kind of bowl full of happiness. I was close…

  He growled “You’re my little girl,” in my ear, and I lost control. I came then and there, as a squirt of hot pleasure leaked out of my pussy. I cried out, gritting my teeth, and squeezing my hot core around my Daddy’s fingers. My orgasm gushed over his hand, running through his fingers. I couldn’t stop! I couldn’t stop! I couldn’t stop—