BDSM Mega Boxed Set

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

  He goes to move toward us, but Luke stops him easily with a hand held out as he stands and moves lightning fast toward the man.

  I’m humiliated beyond belief by this intrusion, but I managed to defend my new boss through my embarrassment. “It’s fine. I’m not doing anything I don’t want to.”

  Dom Luke is already ushering the man out the door. “Alfonso, what have I told you about interrupting me during working hours?”

  “I don’t give a rat’s ass!” the man shouts, clearly incensed now. “What you’re doing in here is wrong. It’s rape!”

  “No, it most certainly is not,” Dom Luke doesn’t shout back, but the anger and authority is evident in his cold baritone. “This lady told you I have her consent. Now get out of here before I fire you.”

  I’m already up off the couch and getting dressed as the two men disappear out of the room. I can still hear them arguing as Luke ushers the security guard out.

  “You don’t have to fire me,” Alfonso yells. “I quit, and I’m exposing Surrender Inc. to everyone.”

  “You do that, and you’ll be a very sorry man,” Luke warns. “The people who own Surrender won’t take kindly to you stirring scandal. You might want to think about that, Alfonso.”

  Their voices grow more muted the farther they move from the room I’m still in. I’m thankful Luke scooped up all my clothes and brought them in here with us when we vacated the main area, since it means I can get fully dressed and get the hell out of here. After the security guard’s outburst and intrusion, I’m having second thoughts.

  I slip out of the office and down the hall, looking for Luke or Alfonso as I go, but their shouts now come from the opposite end of the corridor, so I run to the elevator, punch the button, and skitter inside just as both of them reappear in my line of sight.

  “Wait!” Dom Luke shouts after me, but I’m already punching the button for the main floor like mad. I watch his face, a mix of anger and disappointment, as the doors close on me.

  The drive home is filled with guilt, elation, and humiliation. What have I just done? I let a stranger touch me in the most intimate way possible, and his touch had been instantly electric. I feel my face heat again at the memories. All the way home, I expect my cell phone to ring. Will Luke phone me up and reprimand me for leaving? Do I even want to keep this job?

  But the memory of our leaky roof, my kid’s dreams of hockey, and my own immense pleasure experienced at the stranger’s hands tell me I should keep it. A war goes on inside my mind, and by the time I pull in the garage attached to my home I’m still not sure what I’ll do tomorrow. I do have to work at my other job, and my new boss and I didn’t exactly get to discuss my hours before I fled.

  When I enter the kitchen via the front door, Jake is right there. He wraps his big hands around my shoulders, gives me a worried look, and asks, “Where the hell were you? You took forever to text me after you went in for the interview. I was worried.”

  “Everything’s fine,” I reassure him, placing my palms on the front of his plain, white t-shirt. “I got the job.”

  But he won’t let this go so easily. He holds me still, and the fingers of his right hand move from my arm to cup my chin. “Are you sure? Seems like you’re hiding something. And why’s your hair down?”

  His scrutiny, his nearness, and the wildly strange day I have had set me off. My hackles go up and I push him away, snapping as I do so, “I said I’m fine. And it’s none of your business anyway. You’re not my husband. I don’t have to tell you everything.”

  Before he can stop me I dash out of the kitchen, through the small living room, and beneath the stairs to where my bedroom is located.

  He’s on my heels, and he hiss-shouts back as he follows me, “No, but I’m your friend, your good friend. I care about what happens to you, and since you left me alone with the boys for longer than expected, which made them ask questions, I think I deserve an explanation.”

  I whirl on him then, dropping my pearls into the simple jewelry box I keep on my dresser before I do so. “I owe you nothing. We aren’t even lovers!” I throw my cardigan onto a chair.

  This visibly stings, and his baby smooth, unlined face crinkles in a hurt frown. “You know what? Maybe it’s time I moved out. Gave you all the space you seem to want.”

  He moves to leave, but I grab his forearm and stop him. All the pent up lust and emotion spills out of me in that moment, from my time living a platonic existence with Jake and from my day spent with my new boss. I reach up and wrap a hand around his thick neck, let my fingers slide higher until they brush over his bristly crew cut. My palm pushes him down to me and I claim his lips in a bold kiss he doesn’t expect.

  I trace a brazen tongue over the seam of his lips and he opens up right away, darting his own tongue out to meet mine. They entwine in a passionate dance and our lips crush tightly together. My other hand grabs his ass through his faded jeans, pulling him close to me. I can feel him growing hard already, and his erection presses against the base of my belly, making me hornier still.

  Then Michael and Preston flash in my mind and I pull away long enough to ask, “Where are the kids?”

  “In bed,” he replies hoarsely, and in the dim light of my bedroom I can see his green eyes sparkle with desire. “It’s after ten o’ clock.”

  “Really?” I’m shocked by the late hour. “I was gone that long?”

  He gives a lopsided smile. “If you didn’t come home soon, I was going to go out looking for you.”

  I wrap both arms around his trim waist then let my palms smooth up the deep V of his back. “I’m sorry for what I just said… That wasn’t fair to you. Please, don’t leave us.”

  He glances away then, as if my words have overcome him, and my heart is touched. “I won’t,” he says, his voice still low and gravelly. His eyes still glimmer with want, too. “But—”

  Before he can say more, I kiss him again, and this time I tug open his belt and quickly unzip his jeans. My other hand slides beneath his cotton t-shirt so I can explore the lines and curves of muscles in his chest and stomach. He plays a lot of road hockey and is a member of a local rugby team, so he’s in good shape. He’s not overly big, but he is well put together. Thicker than my new boss, but just as handsome, I decide.

  He helps me out of my dress, but I don’t tell him it’s the second time I’ve been naked today. My underwear and his soon follow, and our hands and tongues explore each other’s bodies and mouths. But as I lead him closer to my bed, he pulls back and stops us.

  “Are you sure?” he asks, looking hesitant.

  I don’t return his hesitation. Right now I’m feeling brave and know exactly what I want. “I’m sure.” I kiss him again and pull him down on top of me on the simple double bed covered by a patchwork quilt.

  He props himself up on his hands. “I need to go buy some condoms, though. I don’t have any.”

  I smile at his expression of concern, press a finger to his lips. “You don’t have to worry. I’m safe. After Preston was born I had my tubes tied. I had a hard time having him, and Colby and I were happy with two children.”

  He brushes hair from my face, smiles shyly at me. “Well I haven’t been with anyone in a while, so you don’t have to worry about getting anything either. I’m clean.”

  Once more our mouths meet. I’m hungry for him, for his touch, and I can’t wait any longer. Our tongues fuck each other’s mouths frantically as I guide him farther onto the bed. I explore the muscles rippling in his back as his lips move from mine to graze along my jaw, then nip and lick at my neck and collarbone.

  He suckles at my nipples while one broad palm glides down between my ribs, over my belly, to play with my swelling clit. His teeth tug one stiffening peak until it and my sex throb in time with one another. I gasp and arch up to meet his mouth and touch. Fingers splay my sex and dip into the wetness seeping from inside. He makes his fingers damp with my juices and then grinds their lubricated tips into that tiny bundle of nerves, which dr
ives me wild. I clutch at the back of his head as he does so, bending my head so I can take little bites of his neck, graze my teeth over his smooth, musky skin.

  I urge him onto his back and begin tasting his skin in long licks and tiny bites. He stops me again, but I tell him I want to taste him first. Truth is I also want to be the dominant one right now, the one in control. My lust is so feral it demands it.

  I flit my tongue into his belly button and he arches up, making his fully erect, thick cock slide over my breast. The sensation of his slippery glans gliding over my sensitive nipple makes me moan. Then I pepper kisses over his groin, teasing him before I take his penis into my mouth. He lets out a guttural moan and fists handfuls of my hair when I finally lap beneath the ridge of his plump head.

  When I deep throat him I also fondle his scrotum, plucking and stroking the thin skin covering them until he growls and jets more pre-cum down my throat. My hand moves lower while my mouth moves up and down his shaft, and I teased his perineum until he bucks his hips repeatedly, face fucking me in a steady rhythm.

  My mouth leaves his cock so I can lap at the sides of his shaft like I’m licking a popsicle. I next take his balls into my mouth and suck them deep, swirl my tongue over the soft flesh there until he yanks on the hair he clasps. It isn’t painful, but it does show me the effects of my seduction and makes my pussy pulse stronger with the need to have him inside of me.

  I trail my tongue to his perineum and slather the deft tip over it until he cries out in pleasure. While I do this, I coil my palm around his spit slick cock and pump my tight grip up and down. He fucks my hand faster and caresses my head.

  Before he can cum, I want him, so I raise up and straddle him, position my throbbing, wet pussy over his big cock. I’m more than ready for him, but he goes to say something, and just in case it’s a protest I shush him gently with a finger laid against his lips as I guide him inside my cunt.

  I let out a sigh of bliss as my sex encases him. Even after two children I’m still relatively tight thanks to some Kegel exercises I do regularly. So I fit him like a glove, and we both moan low in our throats as I begin to ride him slowly.

  He reaches down between us to fondle my clit while I grind against him. This sparks my pleasure higher, makes my pussy walls constrict even more around his girth. His other hand glides up my skin to cup my breast, roll the erect nipple between his finger and thumb. He pinches it and more pleasure zips through me, making my sex thrum with ecstasy.

  I reach down and grip his chest as I rock faster, faster. The pressure building inside me becomes an intense tingling that will soon burst. His thick glans bumps and rubs my g-spot with perfect precision, and I soon crest another orgasm that leaves me moaning and shivering. I tell him to cum deep inside of me and he thrusts once, twice, before spilling his seed. When he finishes, I collapse atop his chest and we hold each other while we pant for breath.

  I slide off of him and he moves to leave my bed, but I stop him by taking his hand. His green eyes meet mine. “Stay, please?” I whisper.

  He smiles and climbs back beneath the quilt and covers. I snuggle close to him, not worried about repercussions at that moment. He cradles me with one arm and I begin to doze just as my cell phone chirps from the nightstand beside me.

  I peel away from his warmth, heart hammering in my ears as I flip open the cell. I don’t recognize the number displayed, but I have a feeling I know exactly who it is.

  “Hello?” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t betray my apprehension.

  “Ms. Brannigan,” Dom Luke Wesley’s deep baritone booms in my ears. “You ran off so quickly this afternoon we didn’t get to discuss your assessment or your schedule. I expect you here promptly at nine o’ clock tomorrow.”

  With that he hangs up, and I think, Well, at least I didn’t lose the job.

  But now the guilt begins to set in, the weight of everything I’ve done this day. I’ve avoided Jake’s questions and essentially lied to him about more or less having sex with a stranger who also happens to be my new boss. Sure, the pleasure has been thrilling, but will it cost me one of my best friends when I tell him the truth about my new employment?

  Blankets rustle behind me and then Jake kisses my shoulder. “Who was that?”

  My stomach sours at his question, for I know there will be no avoiding the truth this time.

  ***

  Surrender To His Wants

  “Who was that who called last night?” Jake asks as he slips a hand on my shoulder and an arm around my waist.

  I fake a smile. “No one important.” Then I kiss him deeply again, savoring the taste of his lips as my tongue traces them.

  Once more I resort to diversion tactics. Call me a coward, but I’m just not ready to tell the man that rents the garage apartment attached to my house about my new boss. Maybe if Jake Black wasn’t so much more than just a renter to me it would be easier. But Jake and I have known each other since high school. We’ve been best friends for years. Why we didn’t end up together long ago—instead of me marrying the high school quarterback Colby Hull—is complicated. I was a less savvy teenage girl and Jake was too shy then to tell me how he felt. Last night was the first one we’ve spent in the same bed.

  Now how will he feel when he finds out my new boss is a sex toy inventor who works for an exclusive sex resort / club franchise known as Surrender Inc.? Worse yet, how will he feel when he learns I tested toys with said new boss, Dom Luke Wesley, and let him touch me in far more intimate ways than I ever have Jake?

  Well, at least until last night, when I made love to him to distract him from the truth. I feel lower than the bottom of a swamp right about now.

  Jake breaks our embrace just as my fingers trail lower, skimming over his belly button and seeking out his cock. “You went from ‘maybe we should wait to have sex’ to seducing me last night and now this morning. Somehow, I think you’re lying about that call.”

  “Can’t we just forget about it for now and enjoy ourselves?” I look at the clock before I press my bare, heavy breasts against his warm, muscled arm. “It’s 6 AM. I’ve got to get showered and ready for work soon.” I nip a trail from his ear down his throat in between words. “We’ll talk tonight when I get home.”

  He goes to protest again, but I coil my hand around his growing erection and pump slowly. He moans and I slide my tongue into his open mouth, thankful he’s given up seeking answers for now.

  I push him down on the bed, but he flips me this time, swinging a leg over my hip so he straddles me. Our mouths and tongues duel in carnal need and I tug at his bottom lip with my teeth. His soft kisses have turned hungry, and his bristly cheek grazes over my jaw as he moves to nibble on the shell of my ear, flit his tongue inside. One big hand traces the contours of my curves and I sigh, arching up to meet his fingers when they spread my labia and stroke up and down my damp slit.

  He takes his time enjoying the taste of my body, and I’m certainly not about to stop him. While I hate being deceptive, a quickie works to my advantage on two levels. One, I keep Jake distracted from the inevitable truth about my new boss and job testing sex toys. Two, we both get some much needed affection and pleasure.

  His tongue curls around my nipple, teasing the tip with its hot wetness, sending sensation zipping from the taut bud to my pussy. My clit and sex throb harder with need and I stroke his short, bristly hair as he moves to the other breast. He suckles this nipple until desire has me bucking my hips up into the hand that probes between my legs.

  His mouth moves lower, leaving my nipples wet, hard, and tingling. I glance at the clock ruefully, knowing I’ll have to go to my other job as an assembly line worker, building casino machines, soon. His tongue dips into my belly button while he strokes my swelling clit with his thumb, spiking my pleasure higher. I’m close to coming already, and my hips rock back and forth with a mind of their own.

  He splays my wet labia wide and blows on my pulsing sex before teasing the hole with his skilled tongue, dipping it inside,
swirling it around this extra sensitive flesh. I moan louder now and clutch at his shoulders. When he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks hard on it, I come almost instantly. I feel my juices trickling down between my thighs.

  I tug on his shoulders and beg him to “Fuck me,” just as my cell phone chirps once again.

  We both moan this time, but out of disappointment, not satisfaction.

  “Hello,” I answer, my voice a bit shaky.

  “Ms. Brannigan,” Dom Luke Wesley’s smooth baritone slithers into my ear. “Change of plans. I need you here now.”

  I look at Jake, who’s giving me a curious frown. My heart flip flops and my stomach sinks. “Now? I… I can’t. I have to be at my other job by 8 AM.”

  “No, that won’t work,” Dom Luke says, as if the matter is already decided. “I’ll need you to be my exclusive employee.”

  “I can’t! You pay well, but I’ve got two kids to feed and a roof to replace and—”

  “How much do you need?” My new boss isn’t giving up so easily. “Name your wage and it’s yours.”

  “Well, I…”

  Jake slides to the edge of the bed to sit beside me. His frown is full of concern and growing anger now. He mouths, “Who is it?”

  I shake my head and hold a hand up.

  “Why don’t we discuss this over breakfast?” Luke says. “I’ll come pick you up at your place.” And with that, he hangs up again, leaving me flabbergasted and with a bedmate wanting an explanation.

  “You’re not avoiding my questions this time,” Jake says after I hang up. His strong fingers encircle my wrists.

  “Jake, not now.” I pull my hands free and skitter from the bed, hoping to lock myself in the bathroom before he reaches me again.

  No luck. He scoots in front of me and bars my entrance to the shower. “When will it be a good time?” His handsome, youthful face wrinkles up in rage. “That was your new boss, wasn’t it? What the hell’s going on between you two? What kind of job is this?”