Bad Boy Exposed

by Ashlee Price

  The box had already been opened, and there was something missing. I pulled out the panties, not really impressed. They were cute, of course, but there was nothing that spectacular about them at all. I had seen nicer pairs of panties before. There was something different about them, though. They felt heavier in some places than in others.

  When I started to read the back of the box, the flame in my cheeks intensified. The piece that was missing was a remote control for the vibrating panties that I was holding in my hand. I sat down at the table and tried to get over the shock of it all. I knew that he was a man who liked to push the envelope, but I was starting to think that he was just too much for me.

  I didn’t put the panties on. Instead I didn’t put any on, though I did put a bra on to hide the sway of my large breasts. I didn’t know if he was going to be upset or not, but I had to draw the line somewhere. When I got into work, I was not met by a crazy woman in the elevator or by Jerold. I was starting to relax – until I got into the kitchen and Jerold was waiting for me. He had something in his hand, and I saw then that it was the remote.

  He flicked it on and waited for a reaction from me. He wasn’t going to get one, though, because I hadn’t worn the panties. Jerold frowned and I could tell he was disappointed. “Didn’t you get my package?”

  I nodded my head that I had gotten it, and he moved towards me. “Show me.”

  His voice was harsh. I was finally questioning my decision not to wear the panties that he had given me. It was clear that he was not happy with me, and it made me upset at myself. But there was no hesitation this time, and I pulled the skirt up quickly so that he could see that I had not listened to him. When I released the fabric and let it fall back down, his grey eyes were still on where my bare mound had been. He may have still been mad at me, but I was rather confident that he wouldn’t be mad at me for too long.

  “Here I was thinking you were learning, but now I see that you need a punishment to keep you motivated.”

  I swallowed hard and took a step back as he advanced. All of a sudden I was doing more than regretting my decision. I was regretting even coming into work that day at all.

  To be continued…

  Billionaire’s Domination Book 3: Taken

  By: Ashlee Price

  Prologue

  Nicola’s time with Jerold is getting more intimate. She’s falling for her billionaire boss, and the more control he takes, the more she freely gives. He’s hard to say no to, and with her matchmaking mother now on his side, Nicola is spending more and more time with him. He makes her want to beg, and Nicola feels no shame when she finally does. She would have done anything to be in his arms, even though it isn’t quite how she thought it would be. Nothing ever is with Jerold.

  Then, after a night that she will never forget, Nicola comes back to work Monday morning only to be humiliated and fired by Jerold’s assistant. Nicola is crushed, and she’s sure it’s related to them being together. Everything that she was so sure of is slipping away from her, and Nicola finds herself wondering if she was wrong about everything. How could Jerold send her away after such a night together? Did it really mean nothing to him?

  Chapter 1 – Jerold

  Her eyes were nervous and her hand shook a little bit when I mentioned punishment. Seeing her bare and naked had been my undoing, and now there was nothing I could do but swallow hard and shake my head at her question. She wanted to know what I meant by punishment.

  “Give me your hands.”

  She was not quick to respond. I urged her over to the counter of the kitchen. I opened the small refrigerator, looked through the shelves on the door, and found some Dijon mustard. She was shocked when I put a little dot on each of her palms. I put the jar back and turned around to meet the questioning look in her eyes.

  “Now bend over, Nicola, and make sure that you don’t mess up the dots. None of it should get on the counter, do you understand?”

  Nicola nodded and turned around like I’d told her to. I waited to see what she did with her hands. I could see the care that she used to make sure that she abided by the rules. I liked that fact more than the roundness of her backside as she leaned down. I was going to have fun with the punishment. I almost hoped that she would break the rules so that I could punish her some more. To see Nicola in such a submissive position was working on my brain, and I couldn’t help the naughty thoughts that were going through my head.

  My hand moved to the curve of her ass and I felt her jerk at the touch. She wasn’t sure what I was going to do, and more than that, she didn’t know how far it was going to go. While I wanted all of her, I knew that wasn’t right for right now. I was supposed to be punishing her for her disobedience, so losing what little control I had left didn’t seem like a wise choice.

  She trembled as my hand made its way to cup her fully in my palm. I heard her moan and her hips moved upwards to give me a better grip. She wanted it as much as I did, and it made me change my mind on the method of punishment that I would give her. It wasn’t a spanking that she needed, but to get what she wanted and then to have it taken away.

  My other hand moved to her waist and I pulled her against me hard. Nicola scrambled to find a grip and then her hips just pushed back against me. It was hard to deny how badly she wanted it. I wanted it just as badly, and I had to move away and stop grinding on her because I wasn’t going to be able to stop once I really got started.

  Moving down to cup her ass and to give us a little space in between our bodies, I started to pull the bottom of her skirt up the back of her thighs. I could feel the goose bumps shooting across her skin, and I couldn’t help but move a little faster. When I could clearly see all of her I dragged my short nails across the skin and down her backside. She jerked underneath me, and I checked her palms to see that they were still high above the counter. If she broke the rules, I could take her. I wanted her to fail so badly.

  I smacked her cheek a couple of times, very lightly. I wasn’t trying to spank her; I was just interested in the way her ass jiggled every time I slapped it. It was mesmerizing, and I was finding it hard to stop myself. When I finally did stop, she was panting slightly. The sound was driving me mad.

  “Are you wet, Nicola?”

  I knew she was; I could see a small line of fluid dripping down her inner thigh. Before I could stop myself, I was opening her legs more and moving down to my knees behind her. From that angle I could see all of her. Just a slight breath made her quiver. My tongue moved forward and tasted her before I could do anything else. I could still taste her on my tongue and the new taste was just as sweet.

  Nicola started to moan, and it was enough to remind me that she was supposed to be getting punished. She wasn’t there to be pleasured. Standing up, I rubbed her some more and watched her body tense as I listened to her whimpers of pleasure. She was getting close, I could tell by the renewed flow of need down her leg. She was practically gyrating where she was bent over, and I was lost in the moment.

  Watching her hands and fingers curl, I stopped suddenly and watched her body slump down from the lack of touch. It was several moments before she looked back at me with those dark eyes. I could see the need in them. She was on edge, and I was surprised that she hadn’t already begged me for more. Her whimper was hard to deal with, though. I closed my eyes to the sound.

  Rock-hard in my pants, I had to adjust myself before I left the kitchen with instructions for her not to touch herself. “If you would like me to finish you off, I want you to go home at lunch and wear what I bought for you. I don’t take kindly to your disobedience, Nicola. But you did well with your hands – not a mark smeared.” The last bit didn’t really make me very happy at all.

  She didn’t say much of anything. I could see her trying to come to grips with the fact that I was not going to touch her anymore. I heard the same whine as before, but it was a little louder. She wanted me to know that she was disappointed, and I couldn’t deny how much I liked the pouty look on her mouth. Not once did s
he argue, and by the time I left, there was nothing that I wanted to do more than go back in there and give her what her dark eyes begged me for. How could I say no to such a face?

  My will was stronger than my desire, though, and I moved into the hallway and then to the elevator. There was no one in it when I got there, but Connie seemed to appear out of nowhere. She had a look on her face that was hard to fathom, but I had a feeling I was going to get a tongue lashing from her. I had apparently done something that she didn’t approve of. I thought of the wet chef down the corridor and I had to smile to myself. I was sure that if she knew about that, I would never hear the end of it.

  “Good morning, Connie.”

  “Good morning, sir. Did you go get your breakfast already?”

  There was something in the way that she said it that made me take a second look at her. Did she know? If she did she wasn’t letting on, but there was obviously something that was bothering her.

  “Yeah, I just got something made real quick.”

  “It’s strange to see you so interested in breakfast, Jerold. I don’t think you’ve eaten it but three times in all of the years that I’ve worked for you.”

  She was probably right, but there was more to it than that. The reason was clear to me, and I was sure it wasn’t lost on her either. I didn’t know how to respond to her skeptical tone. I was saved by the elevator beeping to let us know that we had arrived.

  “Well, my doctor told me that I need to start taking better care of myself. You know what they say about it being the most important meal of the day.”

  I walked towards my office, but it was apparent that I wasn’t going to get away from her that easily.

  “I just think you should be more careful how you’re projecting yourself. The rest of the employees can see it, and it’s going to create all kinds of problems.”

  Opening the door to the office, I looked back at her once I was seated. Connie was standing there gripping some documents in her hand. She was the very definition of uptight. Her blonde hair was severely cut at the chin and the look on her face made it hard to see her as a woman. The clothes that she wore could have easily been for a child. She was short and so waif-thin. Even though she was so tiny, she was kind of scary, and I wanted to put her mind at ease about breakfast and the insinuations she was making about Nicola. They were right, but I didn’t want her even getting a hint of that. The last thing I needed was an argument with Connie about Nicola.

  “It’s not like that, Connie. Really. When have you known me to go over the line with any of my employees? You know that’s one of my rules.”

  She didn’t seem all that convinced.

  Chapter 2 – Nicola

  Lunch time rolled around, and though I tried to tell myself that I didn’t need him, I did. Every minute and every step that I took reminded me of what I couldn’t have. I was never one to want to touch myself while I was at work, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wondered to myself if he would even know if I did. I could go into the bathroom and be done in minutes.

  The idea made me blush, but there was something stopping me. Maybe it was the thought that he would somehow know and I would be even worse off than I was right then that made me not do what I desperately wanted to do. It was hard to concentrate with the throbbing at my core that was taking away all other thoughts.

  I snuck back to my apartment and put on the panties that he had sent me. I touched myself a little while I was putting them on. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted him. I don’t think I had ever been so needy in all of my life. I just wanted more of Jerold’s touch.

  When I got back, I didn’t go up to the fifth floor, but to the sixth instead. I was expecting to find Jerold in another meeting, or hopefully alone in his office. I figured it was the latter when I saw him sitting at his desk through the slightly open door. It was only when I pushed the door open and saw the other two men sitting there that I realized he wasn’t alone.

  My whole demeanor changed, and I tried to stand up a little straighter.

  “Sorry to bother you, sir. I was just up here to get your lunch order.” I looked from the two men who were now eying me to Jerold, who had a smile on his face. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I was not wearing a bra. I wished then that I was. I was nervous that the other men would know the games that the boss and I were playing.

  “Gentleman, would you like something for lunch? I had something yesterday that was perfect. There is no way to describe the taste.”

  I blanched when he talked about what he’d had for lunch. I knew what he was talking about, and for a moment I wondered if he would really do such a thing. He had a smile on his lips, but I didn’t find it all that funny. I didn’t want to think about that.

  The two men agreed, and I shot him a look. “Just bring us what you made yesterday.”

  I had brought something for him, but I didn’t even remember what it was. It was hard to think about anything else but me on the desk with him between my legs.

  “Of course, sir.”

  As I turned around to leave, the panties started to come to life. I grabbed the door frame to steady myself. It was too much, too soon and I had to literally bite my lip to stop the moan. The vibration got faster, and I was so close from his punishment this morning.

  As quickly as it had started, it was over and I was left breathing hard. My eyes were dazed, but I looked back once to see his grey eyes watching me with a little humor. I could tell he was pleased, and I had to admit that I was pleased that he was finally happy. I walked away more slowly, worried that the panties would come back to life. I kind of hoped that they would, because I was dying for release, but they never did.

  When I got back to the kitchen, I tried to remember what I’d made the day before. I opened the refrigerator to see if I could refresh my mind and the panties went off again. I had to brace myself on the counter and squeeze my legs together. I wanted to come, I was so close, but before I could complete my desires, the panties stopped. I was panting slightly and starting to get a little sweaty.

  It kept happening, and I even looked behind me a couple of times to see if he was outside the door, but he was still upstairs. I couldn’t imagine how he knew what I needed and was able to stop delivery just short of that. It was driving me crazy. I had to stop twice on the way back up to his office. The men were still there, and I was scared he would push the button while I was in front of them.

  As I was bending over, he did. I closed my eyes to the instant, overwhelming pleasure that came over me. Did he know what he was doing? That I was so close?

  The vibration stopped as I was standing up. I was thankful for the reprieve. I moved to leave as fast as I could, but his voice stopped me. “Nicola?”

  I turned around. “Sir?”

  “Thank you.”

  I nodded back to him, not sure what he was talking about. I didn’t say anything else, making my way to the stairs to walk down to the next floor. I was still staying away from the elevator because of that evil little woman Connie. When the panties turned on, I was happy that I was away from anyone. I gripped the bannister and stopped where I stood.

  The panties went faster and I was on the edge, inching over. I was afraid that he was going to turn them off and leave me hanging, but instead, the vibration became even more intense and I exploded into the panties. The orgasm was hard enough to take my breath away. It was all I could do to hold it together. It was several moments before it stopped and I was able to breathe again.

  I was soaked as I made my way to the kitchen, and I was also worried that it was going to start again. When it didn’t, I started to relax, but then I heard his voice behind me and I started. It had only been about an hour since I had dropped the dishes off, and I wasn’t expecting Jerold to be down there. I turned around.

  “Do you feel better?”

  I knew what he was referencing, and to be honest I felt better than I had all day. Wanting him was hard on my system, and I was thankful that
he had given me something to think about. I wasn’t going to tell him that I was so wet it was dripping down my leg. He didn’t need to know all of that as far as I was concerned.

  “Yes, sir.”

  The smile didn’t reach his eyes and I could tell that he wanted to say something else. I grabbed the dishes out of his hand, telling him that he didn’t have to bring them down. “I would have come and gotten them for you.”

  “Well, you like to come when I am away, so this way I figured I would get to see you as well.”

  It made sense, but didn’t help my senses. He was moving closer, and the counter against my back reminded me that I had nowhere to go.

  “Did you come, Nicola?”

  I nodded quickly, and his eyes darkened a little. He stopped just an inch from touching me with his body. “I want to see.”

  I looked at him questioningly. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to see, but then it dawned on me. “Do you want the panties back?”

  He wasn’t expecting that, but he told me that he did. I couldn’t believe that I had blurted such a thing out, and I was even more embarrassed when it developed that I was expected to take them off right then and there. I hesitated for only a few seconds. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done more in front of him. He had already seen most of me, so I just hiked the skirt up to my waist and started to lower the panties that he had bought me.

  I wasn’t as nervous as I had been before. Before I would have been worried about what he would think, but after coming so hard, and with the way he had egged me on all morning, I was in the mood to mess with him. His eyes followed my hands and then the descent of the panties before I put them directly in his hand. He wasn’t expecting that, and I liked that I could still surprise him. It seemed like he was always the one for surprises, so when I handed him the wet, wadded fabric I grinned back. “There you go, sir.”