BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  “You’re a bastard.”

  With a chuckle, he pulled his mouth away and all touching stopped. Instead, he just stared down at her with those glittering blue eyes. His naked, delicious flesh was just inches away, taunting her. He watched her writhe and protest but made no move to pleasure her again.

  “Don’t be evil,” she whined.

  He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a bold look. “Say you’re sorry.”

  It was all she could do not to curse at him. “Sorry,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

  “Sorry what?”

  She frowned at him, and then realization dawned. Memories of hot role-playing flitted into her mind. “Sorry, sir.”

  A smug grin spread across his face. “That’s better.”

  He had her right where he wanted her, and he was lording it over her. She’d get even when she was free. The teasing torment would be returned.

  His tongue danced over that tiny bead of flesh once more, chasing away her thoughts of revenge. Two fingers slipped inside and her sex clenched tight around them. They curled, finding her g-spot and massaging it with perfection. His tongue and touch played an expert rhythm that brought her close, and just as she was about to come, he stopped.

  She squinted up at him through this erotic fog. “Keep going, please.”

  Again he flashed that wolfish smile, while tracing a finger above her throbbing sex. “Is it driving you crazy?”

  “Yes,” she growled through gritted teeth.

  He pressed wet fingers to her lips then slipped them in her mouth so she tasted her juices. “How crazy?” he continued to taunt.

  She sucked his fingers then begged, “I need to come now, please.”

  His eyebrow rose. “Please what?”

  Her sexual frustration rose. “Please, sir.” She wriggled, trying to get closer to the thumb that hovered inches from her clit.

  He planted kisses behind her knee then down her thigh again. Her sex throbbed harder, and the torment was both maddening and sublime. She knew the orgasm would be that more intense because of it, but she wasn’t a patient woman, and the waiting irritated her almost as much as it thrilled her.

  Abruptly he left the bed, and she squawked a “What the hell are you doing?” at him. He told her to be patient as he rummaged through the drawer that he’d grabbed the handcuffs from. When he returned to the bed, he held a pink rabbit vibrator.

  A shiver of anticipation ran through her. She had one of these toys tucked in her nightstand back home. One they had bought together and played with often. She’d taken it in the divorce, so he must’ve picked this one up at one of the local adult stores in Moncton recently. Her heart felt like it swelled with this knowledge, and she wondered what other surprise treats he’d stored up for these seductions.

  The toy whirred and the fake penis head twisted after he turned it on. Silver beads inside this spiraled, promising pleasure that would rotate deep inside her pussy. The little rabbit designed to stimulate the clitoris shook as he turned its speed up and waved the toy close to her sex, watching her as he did so.

  “Ready?” His voice was a husky drawl.

  “What do you think?” she rasped out.

  He pulled the approaching toy back. “Now was that any way to talk to your master?”

  She wanted to scream “Hurry the fuck up,” but, instead, she grit out, “No, sir. Sorry, sir. I’m ready. Please make me come.”

  The toy slid inside of her and she gasped as it head and shaft twirled. Her pussy squeezed tight around it as bliss flamed through her lower belly. When the clit stimulator touched that swollen bead of flesh, she arched her back and moaned. The hot, fuzzy tingling rippled out from this nerve center and infused her with delightful sensations. Her legs trembled and all thoughts scattered from her brain.

  He thrust in and out, in and out, making her joy soar higher. She squirmed and her back arched more as the ecstasy climbed. Her pussy squeezed harder the closer she drifted toward orgasm. Her mind emptied of all coherent thought as she melted into this delicious assault of sensation. The climax burst deep inside of her and flooded her body with an electrifying warmth. Her muscles shuddered as she came hard.

  He shut off the toy and tossed it aside as she floated down from this euphoria. As she lay gasping, he moved over her and gave her a glittering look filled with lust.

  “My turn,” he whispered hoarsely, “to be inside of you.” His lips drew close to her ear. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock like you did that toy.”

  His words made her shiver, as did his tongue flitting into the shell of her ear. Teeth grazed her lobe and pulled. One hand molded to her breast and explored her silken flesh. He tweaked the nipple until it throbbed, then he kissed his way down to this dark pink bud and took it in his mouth. His teeth tugging on this sensitive tip sparked renewed desire through her sex.

  “Fuck me now, please,” she begged. “I need you inside of me.”

  He didn’t scold her about forgetting “sir” this time. Instead he turned her to the side and spooned her. His slick, muscled body infused her with greater warmth and lust. He parted her legs and guided one so it curled around his hip. Then he teased her wet sex, gliding his steely cock up and down it until she begged once more to be fucked. Finally he plunged his length deep inside of her.

  She rode his perfect thrusts, his artful rhythm. Liquid heat spilled through her, and the euphoria rose when his corded arm coiled around her waist and his callused hand slithered down over her belly. Fingers pinched and rolled that tiny bead of flesh, spiking her bliss higher. She let out a long, loud “Oh!” as he fondled her clit in time with his fucking.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing her neck. “Come hard for me again, baby. Take me over the edge with you.”

  Their flesh slapped together as she bucked backward into him, needing to take him deeper. Another intense orgasm rocketed through her and she groaned from the force of this release. He bit her neck, sending spasms through her pussy that made her cry out. Then he pummeled her with his cock before spilling his hot seed deep inside of her.

  He unchained her from the bed after he pulled out. Bekka hated the empty feeling this left her with. Joined with him, she felt complete. But when he gathered his arms around her and pulled her close against his chest once more, it soothed this sense of loss. Corey reached down and tugged the blankets up over them and they fell asleep together.

  Morning peeked through the curtains when Bekka’s slumber was disturbed by a distant humming. She opened one eye and found Corey’s smartphone lit up on the nightstand. A cold foreboding ringed her heart.

  “Someone’s texting you,” she said, her focus glued to the lighted screen that announced an incoming message.

  “I’ll look later,” he mumbled into her hair.

  But the name that came up on the phone made that dread squeeze her heart harder. “It’s Gwen.” The woman from the other night. Just who was she?

  “Who?” Corey lifted his head from the pillow.

  “Gwen.” Bekka pointed to the phone. “She called the other night, but I deleted her message. Remember?”

  Sitting up behind her, Corey rubbed one eye and gave a scowl. “Who is this chick?”

  Bekka tried to push down the anger rising in her. She snatched the phone off the nightstand. “Read it and find out.” She handed it over to Corey, sitting beside him to read as well.

  He looked genuinely puzzled as he scanned the text. Once more, this mystery woman was asking if he’d like to get together sometime. Corey scratched his beard and Bekka noticed his jaw clench.

  “So who is she?” Bekka prodded.

  He gave her a pleading look. “I don’t know.” Corey shrugged, but he broke eye contact too soon for Bekka’s liking. He was hiding something.

  “She seems to know you.” Bekka pulled the comforter up over her breasts.

  Corey gave an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his dark curls. “Not sure how she does. Lik
e I said, maybe I gave her a tattoo sometime and she’s got a crush.”

  But he still wouldn’t maintain eye contact, and that spoke volumes. Whenever he was lying, Corey wouldn’t look her in the eye for long. It was a dead giveaway. Her heart beat too fast and her stomach felt sick.

  “Who would’ve given Gwen your number?” Bekka slid toward the edge of the bed and eyed her crumpled clothes. “If it wasn’t Juanita, who else?”

  Another shrug from Corey. “I don’t think it would’ve been Juanita, and she said she didn’t do it. She could’ve looked it up easy enough. Not like I’m unlisted. She probably remembered my name from when she got a tat and found out my number.”

  But something just didn’t add up here. Bekka could sense it from his tense body language and his gaze flitting all over the room. What was he not saying?

  “I have to go.” She jumped up from the bed and snatched her clothes off the floor then pulled them on quickly.

  “Bekka, it’s nothing, really.” He was out of bed in a flash and standing in front of her, naked and blocking her escape. “Believe me.”

  “I want to.” She gazed up at him, thankful that this time he met her stare at least. “But you’re hiding something from me, Corey. I can tell.”

  He grabbed her wrist as she went to push past him. “How can you tell? Bullshit. I swear it’s nothing.”

  She resisted his tug, resisted falling against his strong, warm body and holding him close, though the primal part of her wanted to so badly. Instead she yanked free of his grip and headed toward the door.

  “Where are you going?” he called after Bekka, following her as she fled.

  “To get some answers.” She expertly avoided his hand as she sprinted out of his apartment and down the back stairs. Tears blurred her vision as she crossed the street and headed toward her own shop.

  ***

  Chapter 10

  It was Monday, so she didn’t have to work at the store today. She kept it open late on Fridays and Saturdays, since she did good business on those nights, then shut it up Sunday and Monday, since those were her slow ones.

  After a quick shower and change, she jumped into her car. A glance over at Corey’s showed he was open. He did half days on Monday now, she knew, and she saw him lurking close to the front window, watching her as she drove off.

  She was headed into Rexton to pay a visit to Juanita. Bekka’s jealousy took over and she was determined to get to the bottom of this. Maybe she was overreacting, but her gut told her Corey was lying to her. Had he slept with this Gwen? Had a fling with her? She’d camp out on Juanita’s doorstep until her ex-mother-in-law gave her some answers and helped her get to the bottom of this. They were so close, so if Corey was holding something back about another woman, Juanita was bound to know about it.

  She knew Mondays were half days for Juanita too, because they’d once ran the coffee shop together, and had kept the same hours as Bekka did now in Moncton. Juanita hadn’t changed them after she left. So she wouldn’t be opening until 11 AM for the lunch crowd. Bekka would get to Rexton by 10 AM at this speed, if not a little before that, so she’d head straight to Juanita’s house to talk.

  She took the highway out to Cardwell, a small rural area just outside of Rexton where Juanita lived in a four bedroom farmhouse that was too big for her. This was the place Corey and Bekka had once shared with her, living in the basement apartment, but now they were gone the place had to be driving Juanita insane. Bekka knew her mother-in-law hated being alone in big quiet houses in the middle of nowhere. Corey had told her Juanita’s boyfriend stayed over often, but he had his place still, so he couldn’t move right in. Corey said his mom planned to put the home and seven acres of forest filled with maple and fir up for sale.

  Juanita’s red pickup was still in the carport, so Bekka pulled up beside her and killed the engine. Molly, Juanita’s golden retriever, was already barking inside the house, announcing a guest had arrived.

  Molly peeked through the screen in the open window in the front door when Bekka knocked. She smiled at the dog. “Hey, girl. I missed you.” Molly whined in response and her tail wagged even faster.

  Juanita called, “Be right there.” Then her footsteps sounded as she made her way through the kitchen, towards the front door. Her bewildered frown turned into a curious smile when she saw it was Bekka.

  “Well, what’re you doing out here, hon?” The older woman tucked a stray strand of blonde hair that fell out of her ponytail behind her ear.

  “I need to talk to you about something. You got a couple minutes before you head over to the shop?”

  Juanita’s brow crinkled in concern. “Sure. Come on in.” She opened the door wider and walked off toward the coffeepot.

  When they had worked together, curiously enough, Juanita’s controlling side didn’t show. She’d trusted Bekka to do her job and she’d done hers. It was only with matters that concerned Corey that the meddling side of Juanita came out, and now, as Bekka settled at the kitchen table and accepted a cup of coffee, she realized how much she’d missed spending time with the woman. There was a fun, charming side to Juanita that had made them friends in the first place.

  “So what did you want to talk about?” Juanita sipped at her coffee and took a seat opposite Bekka.

  Bekka traced the rim of the cup, added more cream to the milk chocolate colored liquid, and then looked up. “There’s this woman … name’s Gwen, and she keeps calling Corey. She says you gave her his number. Corey says he talked to you about it.”

  Juanita’s bewildered frown returned. She scratched one plump, rosy cheek. “Yeah, he mentioned that when we had our big fight” She gave an uncomfortable frown. “I have no idea who she is, hon, or how she got his number.”

  “He says he doesn’t know her either.” She didn’t add that she suspected he was lying.

  Juanita got up and came to sit in the chair right next to Bekka. Molly padded over and sat between them, begging for a treat, which Juanita gave her before she settled next to Bekka once more.

  “Sweetie, I wouldn’t worry too much,” she said, patting Bekka’s arm and looking into her eyes to show she spoke the truth. “Corey’s heart only belongs to one gal, and she’s sitting at my kitchen table.”

  Sincerity showed in her gaze, and Bekka believed her, but the truth about who this Gwen really was to Corey still nagged at her.

  Bekka squeezed Juanita’s hand. “Thanks, Mom.”

  Juanita’s face lit up like it was Christmas. “You haven’t called me that in a long time.” Then she reached over and gave Bekka a quick hug. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure out who this woman is. Probably just someone who got a tat from Corey and has a crush on him.”

  “Yeah. That’s what he keeps saying.” Bekka forced a smile, patted Molly on the head. “It’s probably nothing.” But doubt still gnawed at her insides.

  “You want to follow me into town? I’ll give you a free mocha with extra whipped cream.” Juanita went to grab Molly’s leash.

  Bekka laughed. “You know me too well. Sure, I’ve got nothing big planned today. I can hang for a bit.”

  “Good. It’ll be nice to have you around the place again.”

  Molly dutifully climbed into the backseat of the small pickup after Juanita opened the door for her. The dog was so good, she took her to the coffee shop with her every day. She never bothered the customers and stayed in the backroom that Juanita had set up special for her with a crate full of toys, a bowl of water, and her feeding dish for supper time.

  When they arrived at the shop, all thoughts of that promised mocha fled. Corey’s Harley was parked out front and he was sitting on it, his mirrored sunglasses reflecting the early afternoon sun. God, but he looked devastatingly gorgeous in his leather jacket, with a cool spring breeze rippling through his dark curls. He sauntered over to the cars when they both pulled up and stopped.

  “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Juanita said as she climbed out of her pickup. “My daughter-in-law and son b
oth come and visit me before noon. Are you proposing to her again?” Juanita looked overjoyed at the prospect.

  Bekka blushed as she came up beside Juanita to face Corey. She knew he’d followed after her, and she still wanted those answers about Gwen, but right now her traitorous libido and heart were too focused on how delicious he looked.

  “Is this about that chick named Gwen?” His gaze darted between Bekka and Juanita.

  Before she could answer, Bekka said, “We’ve talked about it. I know your mom didn’t do it. No worries.”

  Juanita held out her hands. “I have no idea who she could be.”

  “I already told you that.” Corey gave Bekka a hard, cold stare. “And neither do I.”

  Bekka turned to her ex-mother-in-law. “I’ll take a rain check on that mocha.” She hugged the woman tight and gave Molly a final pet. “Corey and I need to talk.”

  “No problem, darling.” Juanita glanced between the two. “I hate to see you leave so soon, but I understand.”

  That was definitely a change for Juanita. At one time, she’d have pushed for them to both come in, sit down, talk it out in front of her. Though she would’ve meant well, she’d had a hard time getting that the two needed their privacy in the past. Now, it seemed she was changing. A flutter of hope stirred in Bekka’s heart.

  She motioned for Corey to follow her to her car, but he stood stubbornly beside his bike.

  “We can talk right here,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

  She rolled her eyes as she walked over, and he glared.

  “I don’t know who she is,” he said again, and at least this time he met her gaze when he spoke the words.

  “You’ve got no idea?”

  He let out a slow exhale, adjusted his feet. “Maybe she came into the old shop after I sold it to Sarah. Sarah could’ve given her my number. I helped her out for a couple weeks before I moved my place to Moncton.”

  Sarah was another local tattoo artist who had been Corey’s apprentice at one time, and she’d bought the shop in Rexton from him. She was a great gal Bekka got along with, but she hadn’t seen much of her since she left the small town. Sarah was married to a local mechanic who also detailed cars and bikes.