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by Lacey Kane




  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  The Bitch

  Copyright © 2013 by Lacey Kane

  Cover Design by Adrienne Thorne

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any electronic or mechanical means—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without written permission.

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit material and adult language, and might offend some readers. This is for adults only.

  Disclaimer: The sexual practices contained herein are of a fantasy BDSM nature. Do not try any new sexual practice or any of those described within this book without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Many of the acts described within this book are figments of the author’s rather abundant imagination and might, therefore, not be possible, legal, and/or advisable. Neither the publisher nor the author will be responsible for any loss, injury, harm, or death resulting from the use of the information found within this or any other title.

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  I woke up with Alex grinding his very hot, very hard cock against my ass with nothing between us but the thin material of my panties. My eyes flew open, and I blinked repeatedly. Damn it, he’d turned the light on. He knew I hated that.

  “Suck me off, Marina.” He rolled more fully onto me, pinning me face first into the bed. “Come on, baby, you know you want me.”

  At this precise moment in time, all I wanted was a good night’s sleep since I knew my work day tomorrow was going to suck donkey balls. I definitely did not want to suck Alex’s hairy balls down my throat after he’d spent the last three hours hanging out in the living room with his best friend watching Deep Dicking Donna—parts one, two, and three, mind you— on the big screen TV while I had to listen to the two of them grunting and jerking off. Might I add that his best friend just so happened to be Dustin, one of the assholes I work with? I can promise you, it had not been easy to fall asleep with all of that going on in the next room.

  “Get off me,” I mumbled, still in hazy, half-sleep mode. For Christ’s sake, it had to be two in the morning. Definitely not monkey sex time when the alarm would go off at six as the prelude to a long day at my own personal hell, otherwise known as the office.

  He did roll off me then…but he rolled me right along with him, pulling me until I was on my back. That’s when I saw Dustin grinning down at me from the foot of the bed, a cocky smirk if ever I’d seen one.

  I flailed my arms and legs, trying to get Alex to let me loose, but then I discovered that I didn’t have a t-shirt on. I’d had one on when I went to bed. Fucking bastard took it off of me in my sleep, leaving me in nothing but lace bikini briefs.

  I tried to cover my breasts because Dustin wouldn’t stop staring at them and licking his lips just like the asshole he was, but Alex grabbed my arms at the wrists with one hand, stretched them high over my head, and straddled my chest. His cock was slick and straining, the sleek helmet head bobbing just away from my lips. He took my chin in a bruising grip. “Suck it.”

  What the hell was I supposed to do? Alex and I had been an item for months, since not long after my company’s Christmas party, and I did love his cock. But we’d never done more than kiss with anyone else in the room before. I’d definitely never sucked his cock with one of my coworkers leering at me the whole time.

  And he’d never been so rough with me before, either. I mean, we fucked pretty hard sometimes, but he was seriously taking control in a way I wasn’t so sure of.

  I liked to be in control. Of everything. All the time.

  When we fucked, we either did it doggy style or I was on top. Period. I only sucked him off if he was also licking my cunt, and he wasn’t allowed to cum in my mouth. No anal, because that was seriously gross. And if I wasn’t in the mood, damn it, I wasn’t in the mood.

  At precisely that moment, I was damned sure not in the mood.

  But I did love his cock.

  I opened my lips to wet them, and Alex took that opportunity to shove himself all the way in. And I do mean all the way in. I gagged, because I’d never taken man’s cock so deep inside my mouth before. He was long and thick, and the veins in his penis felt like ridges against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. And he didn’t slow down or stop, despite my gagging.

  By the time his head hit the back of my throat, I had tears stinging my eyes and I couldn’t breathe, and panic was starting to set in…and I felt Dustin’s hand on my cunt, rubbing over my panties.

  “I told you she’d like it if you took charge,” Dustin said. “She’s so fucking wet, it’s insane. Her panties are dripping for you.” With his fingers, he lifted the edge of my panty and slid something small and hard inside, placing it just over my clit.

  “You like this?” Alex asked. His voice was rough, like sandpaper, and his eyes looked almost entirely black with his need. I’d never seen him look so needy before. He let go of my chin and slid his hand up to wipe away my tears, then fisted it in my blonde hair—I used to dye it red, but he had a serious thing for blondes (hence Deep Dicking Donna) so I went au naturel for him—so hard I thought he’d rip some out. “You like me taking control when I fuck you?”

  I tried to say, “No,” even though it was a lie, but all that came out was a muffled, gurgling, “Mmph.”

  Alex drew his hips back enough that I could suck in a gulp of air, but I couldn’t do anything else before he thrust back into me deeper than before.

  The thing that Dustin had placed on my clit buzzed to life, and I screamed in surprise. Then he straddled me, too, his strong thighs trapping mine beneath him and pressing my legs closed. He dry humped me, and his cock pressed against the vibrator in crazy ways, and in almost no time I was writhing beneath these two men from the force of my orgasm.

  “She doesn’t just like this,” Alex said. “She fucking loves this.”

  And I did. Oh my god, I loved it.

  Which was insane.

  Alex lowered my arms and placed my hands on his thighs. “Hold on.”

  His tone brooked no argument, and there wasn’t much I could do anyway, so I held onto his thighs for dear life while he fisted both hands in my hair and fucked my mouth and throat harder than he’d ever fucked my sex. All the while, Dustin kept humping over the vibe on my clit, and orgasm after orgasm washed over me like waves, and all I could do was scream over the cock in my mouth and take it.

  So I took it.

  I even took it when Alex shot his load deep down my throat, spurting and sputtering the salty, sticky stuff into me like I’d never allowed him to do before. Hell, I even took it when, after Alex moved off of me, Dustin slid up my body and shoved his cock into my mouth and did the same. Yeah, I let my asshole coworker, who I hated with no small amount of heat, dry hump me into oblivion and then cum in my mouth.

  I took it, and I loved it. Every. Last. Second. Of. It.

  What can I say? Apparently, I’m a slut.

  Then Alex lay down beside me and pulled my back up against his front. He reached his hand down between my thighs and pressed against the clit vibe, and another orgasm shot through me, leaving my limbs a boneless mess, and turning my mind to the consistency of grape jelly.

  What surprised me though was that Dustin la
y down on my other side in the bed. He put both hands out between us and pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

  That only extended the orgasm.

  When it finally passed and I could think somewhat clearly, I asked him, “What about Carla? Won’t she mind?” Of course, I should have asked What about what I want?, but that was neither here nor there since I’d already let the two of them do as they would.

  “You mean Jenna?” Dustin twisted my nipples until they hurt. “She had an…appointment, shall we say? She won’t care in the slightest what I’m doing with you. Not with the screaming orgasms I arranged for her to have tonight.”

  “Oh.” What else was I supposed to say? Not that I could say anything at the moment, because Alex had rolled me onto my back again and pulled my panties off, and he’d lifted my ankles up all the way to my ears, and his cock was impaling my cunt while he pressed the vibe onto my clit.

  Dustin grinned again, that same cocky grin from earlier, and he bent over to suckle my breast. Or I thought he was going to suckle it—instead, he bit it.

  And I screamed with the beginning of what had to be my fifth orgasm of the night.

  “What the hell?” I glared at Chuck, the newest moron on the team of assholes I was cursed to work with five days a week, seemingly for the rest of my life. “You were supposed to have this to me last week, you idiot. It’s Friday, and you’re still not done?”

  “I’m sorry, Marina, I’m trying my best.”

  Trying his best, huh? “You realize I can’t move on with my part of this project until you get me those reports, right?” I stomped into the hall and immediately regretted it. My cunt was so damn sore from last night, not to mention from the remote control operated vibrating dildo they’d put inside me before I left this morning, the last thing I needed to do was stomp around.

  “Give it a rest, Marina.” Dustin slid in beside me in the hall, taking up my pace as I walked back to my office. “You really need to stop trying to control everything.”

  “Get off it,” I said in as snotty a voice as I could manage with him so close to me, and with the memory of all the things he and Alex had done to me still so fresh in my mind.

  “Get off it?” He put an arm around my waist and tugged me into a supply room, then shut and locked the door, keeping one hand in his pocket. “Or get you off?”

  And that’s when the vibe went to work again. Dustin lifted my skirt and lowered his pants, then shoved me back against the wall to grind against me again. When I started shaking with another climax, he spread my thighs and wrapped them around his waist, altering the angle of the vibe and pressing it deeper with each movement he made.

  My head lolled back and hit the wall, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep from crying out and alerting the whole freaking office. When the orgasm dropped off, Dustin dropped me to my knees, then dropped his load in my mouth. I barely opened in time to catch his cum, but I had to. Because he would come, and it would be all over me, and then everyone in the building would know what a slut I was.

  This had already happened four times today. The supply room tryst, not him coming all over me. Anyway, it had been something Alex asked me to do when I was leaving the house this morning, not that I really felt like I had much choice after all that had happened, and so I knew what to expect. Thank god it was almost five o’clock. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

  The scary thing is, I was starting to actually like the taste of cum. I definitely liked the feel of a cock spurting into my mouth. It didn’t even matter to me that this was Dustin, one of my coworkers, and not Alex.

  I was one sick, twisted puppy.

  Dustin pulled back and pulled his pants up. “Alex sent you a text with instructions. Follow them to the letter.”

  Then he opened the door and walked out, leaving me on the floor with my skirt up around my waist and a vibrator buzzing my pussy into next week.

  I took my time situating myself and then went back to my office. When I got there, I pulled up the text messages on my phone.

  When you leave work, a van marked Bradford’s Bond Services will be waiting at the curb at exactly five. Go to the back of the van, open the door, get inside, and close the door. Then do everything you’re told.

  Don’t be late.

  Everything in me wanted to Google Bradford’s Bond Services and see what the heck that was about, but there wasn’t time. Not unless I would be late…which, considering Alex had specifically told me not to be late didn’t seem like the best idea. I just had time to shut down my computer for the weekend, grab my purse, and head out the door.

  Just my luck, Dustin was on his way out at the same time. “You got it?”

  “I got it.”

  We stepped onto the same elevator, which was crowded with others from several floors above us, and made our way down to the lobby.

  When I got off the elevator, I could see the van through the glass windows. That was when my pulse kicked into overdrive. It had no windows other than at the very front…no way to see what was on the inside. The markings on the van told me nothing about what the company did. It was as plain and obscure as it could possibly be, a white van with black block letters.

  I went down the steps with Dustin right on my tail. I could only hazard a guess that he was making sure I did what I was told.

  As I moved around to the back of the van, I could hear the purr of the engine. I took the handle, pulled, and the door opened to darkness. What the hell sort of trick was this? Was Alex inside? After the day I’d had, the only thought running through my mind was that once I got in, disco lights would come on to reveal a stripper pole, and he’d have me strip for some of his buddies. That seemed like the sort of thing he’d do.

  But then again, I didn’t really know what he’d do. Not after last night. And today.

  Taking a breath, I climbed inside the darkness. When I turned around, Dustin waved with that cocky grin as he closed the door behind me.

  The van started to move, and I stumbled backward in my heels. Strong arms caught me and pulled me close to a man’s broad chest—but it wasn’t Alex. The smell was all wrong. He smelled good, like the woods and something darkly intriguing, but he definitely wasn’t wearing Alex’s expensive, musky cologne.

  My breath hitched and I froze, and he tightened his arms around me like a vise. One hand moved up and squeezed my breast, and the other pressed against the vibrator inside my pussy. Then he backed away and sat down, pulling me onto his lap so that his huge cock pulsed, hot and hard, against my ass.

  And then a computer monitor came on, and Alex’s face was shining before me, and bright lights shone back at me…nearly blinding in the pitch black. A spotlight came on right in my face, from up above the monitor somewhere, and a red light blinked beside it.

  I tried to turn my head to see who the man holding me was, but he pinched my nipple hard, his fingernails biting into my flesh. “Eyes forward. Watch your man.”

  “Last night was amazing,” Alex said on the computer monitor screen. The camera panned out, and he was sitting on our bed which was covered in pictures—pictures of last night. “So amazing that I think you know I want more. And you do too. You’re always so in control, it’s clearly freeing when you have control taken from you.”

  As Alex kept talking, the strange man kept moving his hands over me, touching me in intimate ways I didn’t know how to handle. One of the buttons on my blouse popped and flew across the van, then another, and he put his hand inside to slip beneath my bra.

  “Dustin told me about these guys. That’s Bradford touching you, and he and his men are going to teach you to submit this weekend.”

  Not just one, but his men? How the hell many was that?

  Bradford moved my skirt up to my waist, and he put a hand inside my panties, and then two fingers went past the vibrator inside my channel, stretching me beyond belief. I squirmed, and I squealed, and I didn’t know what to do.

  The door opened behind Alex o
n the screen, and Dustin joined him in the picture. “Oh, hell yeah.” He waved. “Hey, Bradford. Excellent work last night. Jenna is as sated as I’ve ever known her, and yet still as horny as hell.”

  “My pleasure,” the guy behind me growled. His voice was raw and gravelly, and made me think all sorts of dark and dirty thoughts. “I always enjoy doing a job for you.”

  “Anyway, Marina, you’re going to learn to submit this weekend, and you’re going to do it because you love me.”

  “And then you’re going to stop being such a bitch to everyone at the office.” Dustin flipped through a few of the pictures and picked one up—one showing me sucking his cock while Alex rammed my cunt—then winked. “Or else…”

  Or else? What the hell? He was threatening me.

  By then, Bradford had turned the vibrator up to high and had completely removed my blouse, and he ripped my bra free from my body. With both hands, he took me by the breasts and pushed me down, at the same time as he pressed his hips up. The rough material of his jeans abraded my butt, so I looked down to see that he’d also somehow removed my panties without my knowledge.

  I tried to cry out, tried to voice my complaints at the way I was being treated, but all that came out of my mouth was a ragged, “Oh god.”

  Alex winked. “Do what they tell you to, Marina. We’ll be watching to be sure you’re okay.”

  Then the computer monitor went off, the light followed, and the van was black again.

  “So…” Bradford’s rough voice grated against my ear, and I shivered. “Are you going to cooperate? Your man and Dustin showed me how you handled last night. And I know how you’ve done today.” His hands kept digging into my breasts, over and over again, even scraping the tender skin with his fingernails. “There’s no denying how much you like being dominated. How much you’re enjoying this right now.”

  “I’m not!” I cried out, even as I started to convulse with an orgasm from his rough handling of my most sensitive areas. “I don’t like it.”

 

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