Wild Rides: 10 Blazing Hot Alpha Bad Boy Biker and MC Romance Box Set

by Dez Burke

  He picked up the scissors and cut the twine releasing my ankles and then my wrists. I brought my hands in front of me, massaging the red lines like bracelets around my wrists. I had struggled into my bonds without realizing it; there would be bruises later. He undid the second clothes pin, the shock causing me to whimper. He put a hand to my cheek for a moment, before standing and letting me catch my breath. My body was throbbing with pain and the aftermath of pleasure, my mind lost on endorphins. He kissed me gently on my forehead before moving towards the window.

  I sat for a moment collecting myself. I reached around and re-clasped my bra, and tried to pull my shirt together to cover my front. I looked down at my skirt wondering if I could mend the slice his scissor had made. I had a feeling I couldn’t, but a few clothes were a fair price to pay for this mind blowing experience. I stood on shaky legs and gathered my coat and slid on my shoes. I stood by the door for a moment, unsure if I should leave.

  “Have a good evening Miss Vanders. Drive home safely.” He was just a dark silhouette as I opened the door, his back to me as he looked out the window. He radiated an emotion that I couldn’t place- a strange combination of contentment and heartache. I quietly closed the door behind me and returned to my car. I managed to make it to my couch before collapsing from exhaustion and launching into amazing sexy dreams.

  ***

  I arrived the next day to find a box on my desk. Inside was a brand new designer dress suit. I knew it would fit perfectly. I smiled and held the jacket up admiring the color and stitching. It was beautiful and I knew it must have cost about two months of my salary. I suddenly wasn’t mad about my skirt being ruined anymore. I noticed a note tied to the box in Mr. Kings messy scrawl.

  Claire,

  It was great to see you last night. I hope you had as wonderful a time as I did. It was just like old times. If you are interested, I would love to have you for dinner at my place tonight. 7pm.

  -GK

  I tucked the box under my desk and started in on my work.

  ***

  As Mr. Jenkins and I walked into Mr. King’s office to give him his daily briefing, I hoped that Mr. Jenkins wouldn’t sense that anything was different with Mr. King and I. After all, he probably already believed I slept my way into this position, and anything that vindicated that thought could possibly work against me in the future. I needn’t have worried.

  As we walked through the double doors, Mr. King was talking on the phone. As part of my training, Mr. Jenkins has made sure to let me know that if Mr. King was attending to other business, I was to wait. Mr. Jenkins left me in the room with him, to wait for him to be ready for me. I looked him over. He was as strong and confident as ever as he let the party on the other end of the phone know in no uncertain terms that this was his company, and that if he wanted to keep arguing the point, he could start his own company. My thoughts couldn’t help but flash to the night before, and how it had been his show then too. He hung up angrily.

  “Hello, Mr. King,” I said, eager to get to my report. I had spent all morning working on it, putting extra emphasis on a department that had a time-sensitive matter that needed Mr. King’s attention.

  Mr. King wasted no time. “What can you tell me about the antivirus department’s development on our efforts to become compatible with the latest mobile phone operating system?”

  “Um, uh,” I stammered, searching through my notes. “I know I have something in here about them in my daily report, if you’d like me to start from the beginning.”

  “No, Ms. Vanders, I want the information about them now. Are they up to speed or aren’t they?” Mr. King insisted, obviously growing impatient.

  “Here, I’ve got something. ‘The antivirus department reports that they are working towards full compatibility with the new operating system.’”

  There was a pause. “And...?” he asked.

  I started to sweat as I shuffled through my papers. “That’s all I seem to have on them,” I said frantically.

  “Well what the fuck do I pay you for then? I expect you to be intimately aware of many of the details of this company, not just regurgitate press releases. If I was happy with what you just told me, I could have got it from the asshole I just talked to.”

  His anger was palpable, and I was starting to get pretty angry myself. Just who did he think he was, talking to me like that. He’s your boss, the voice inside me said, and I resigned myself to just taking the tongue lashing. I looked at him, unsure of what to say next. He finally broke eye contact with me and seemed to get angrier.

  “Why are you hunching again?” he said, as if he could hardly believe his eyes. I sat up with a jolt, almost as if he had torn that piece of duct tape off my back again. He pulled off his shoes, and I was worried for a moment that he was going to ask me to do the same, to punish me right here in his office. Instead, he pulled a pair of tennis shoes from a desk drawer. He put them on, unbuttoned a couple buttons on his dress shirt, and jumped on his treadmill.

  “I want you back up here at three o’clock, this time with a more detailed report. Don’t disappoint me again, and don’t hunch when you come up here. Do whatever it takes, and hopefully I’ll have cooled off by then,” he said, as he cranked the treadmill up to a full running speed.

  I left his office in a hurry, mad at myself for disappointing Mr. King and disgusted at myself for being so sexually turned on by his dressing down. I was no longer sure I’d show up at his house for dinner as he requested, but I had a couple hours to decide.

  ***

  I worked through lunch to make the report he requested, hounding Mr. Cirrus, the department head who was already mad at being yelled at by the boss. I talked with some of his managers and even some of the software production employees, and they walked me through it and explained some of it. From what little I understood of it, they were making good progress, and the department head had nothing to worry about, they would hit their deadline. One manager, Mr. Thayer, even offered to send me weekly progress reports personally, a courtesy that would make my job even easier. I thanked him and went to write up my report.

  As I walked into Mr. King’s office for the second time that day, I was much more confident in my ability to impress him outside of the bedroom. Fuck him and fuck his dinner. I could do this job and I needed to prove it to myself and to him.

  He was much calmer than he had been earlier as I made it to his desk. He saw the report in my hand as I walked up, and with no small talk held his hand out to accept it from me. He read it in silence, asking no questions. I managed to keep my posture correct through voluntarily reminding myself that it would set him off if I slouched for even a moment. I could see him making mental notes as he read. Suddenly, he hit his intercom button.

  “Send Mr. Cirrus and Mr. Thayer up to my office, please.”

  They continued to sit in silence as they waited for the two men to be summoned. Mr. Thayer was there almost immediately and sat down quietly. However, Mr. King had already read through the report and had started looking up a couple of things before Mr. Cirrus showed up. I watched as the scene unfolded in front of me, an observer to the real management of this company.

  “Mr. Cirrus, Mr. Thayer here has offered me more operational details in an afternoon than you have offered me through the length of the project. Why is that?” Mr. King started off, seeming pretty calm.

  Mr. Cirrus seemed taken off guard. “I’ve given you summaries every week, sir!”

  Mr. King snickered. “Your one sentence blurbs are no longer going to cut it around here.” He paused. “Mr. Cirrus, Mr. Thayer, you’re both aware of how important it is we meet this deadline, correct?” Both men answered with an affirmative. “Then you’ll understand that I can’t afford a shakeup in your department right now. Mr. Cirrus, at the conclusion of this project, your role will turn into more of an advisory one. You will be teaching Mr. Thayer the ins and outs of your current job, and once he’s ready, I’ll be transferring you to a position in R&D.”


  Mr. Cirrus sat there, with his mouth agape. “R&D? A demotion? Are you serious? After my department has hit all of its goals?”

  Mr. King shot a glare back at him. “Yes, Mr. Cirrus, a demotion. You’ve disappointed me, even failed me, but you’re too valuable to fire. A few months in R&D will remind me why I hired you, and remind you of...”

  Mr. Cirrus cut him off. “You don’t have to worry about giving me a job to cool my heels while I’m pushed into early retirement. I quit!” he yelled as he stood up and knocked his chair over. He gave a piercing glare at me, as if this was all my fault, before storming out of the room.

  Mr. Thayer was clearly in shock from what had just happened. He was about to be promoted up about three levels and just watched his boss’ boss storm out in a huff.

  Mr. King turned to him. “I know this is sudden for you, but I can’t have you take over the whole department immediately. The deadline is the most important thing right now, and so I’ll be bringing in an experienced executive to take over until it’s done. You’ll answer directly to him, and he’ll train you in how to run the entire department. You’ll still be expected to run your current team while doing all this, so there will be some long hours. I’ll be giving you the executive pay package effective today, and you can move into Mr. Cirrus’ office tomorrow.”

  Mr. Thayer seemed overjoyed. “Thank you so much, sir! You have no idea how much this means to me.”

  Mr. King smiled, the first genuine smile I had seen all day. “You’ve got a lot of work to do, so I won’t keep you. Just know that I’m expecting a lot of you, and that I hope you won’t disappoint me.” There was a bit of a steely edge in his voice as he spoke the last words, as if there was an implied “like Mr. Cirrus did” at the end of the sentence. Mr. Thayer excitedly picked up the chair that Cirrus had knocked over and quickly walked from the office.

  Mr. King turned his attention to me. “You’ve managed to keep from disappointing me too, and I am quite pleased with this report. You may have changed the course of this company for the better, and I am already glad I hired you. I’ll see you tonight.” He turned back to his computer, not waiting for any response. As I walked out, I was happy to have pleased Mr. King, and decided I would go to dinner that night, if only to get the opportunity to please him again in a more personal way.

  ***

  Dinner was delicious. Roasted tarragon chicken, chili green beans and with a risotto that would make a chef cry tears of joy. A dry white wine accented the dish perfectly. Then a sweet dessert wine and tiramisu for dessert. The conversation was as good as I remembered it from our summer together. He still had that irritating ability to find any hole in my logic and exploit it mercilessly. It made for a fantastic back and forth as we debated the merits of everything from football to politics. I managed to get him to laugh several times throughout the meal and every time it made my heart beat faster. When he smiled like that it was contagious, and incredibly sexy.

  We sipped on the last of the wine in his study. He wanted to show me a project he was working on. He had me sit at his desk so that I could see the computer screen as he typed. I watched with interest as the next big thing in programming opened before my very eyes. With him hovering over my shoulder to point out what he was planning on doing, I couldn’t concentrate on the screen. I breathed in his cologne, a smell that reminded me of rushing water in a deep woods, and leaned back into his chest. He kept talking, the rumble in his chest soothing and intoxicating as the wine. His hand strayed to my leg, and I leaned into him. He nuzzled my neck and I knew neither one of us cared about the computer anymore. He helped me up and we quickly moved to the bedroom.

  A big four-post monstrosity of a bed dominated the room. The door clicked quietly shut behind me and the room seemed to quiver with excitement. I walked obediently to the foot of the bed, turned around and waited for him to tell me what he wanted. He stood looking at me for a moment, a tender smile gracing his face. I had missed him.

  “Take off your dress and bra. Then give me your hands.”

  I sexily slid out of my black dress, the silky fabric falling to the floor. I made sure he got a show as I wiggled out of the bra. He didn’t say anything about my heels or lacy panties, so I left them in place presenting my hands out in front of me. He sauntered towards me, his eyes like storm clouds of lust. He had a long satin scarf in his hands that he wrapped skillfully around my wrists. The cool fabric felt soft against the bruises from the twine, a gentle caress of black satin.

  He raised my hands above my head and tied the scarf ends to the top of one of the bedposts. He ran his fingers down my arms, down my cleavage, along the curve of my hip, and then along the top of my underwear. His touch was like fire, burning into my skin and turning my insides into an inferno of desire. He kissed me then. It started sweet, but became more powerful as our tongues merged. I bit his lower lip, keeping his mouth close to mine. His hands were strong on my shoulders, his body pushing mine into the bedpost.

  I could feel his erection pushing against my hip, straining to escape its cloth confines. I rubbed my hips towards him, dancing along his body. He groaned into my mouth before pulling back and stepping to the nightstand. I could only hear him open a drawer and pull something out.

  He came back into my line of sight with a bamboo skewer, like one a person would use to make shish-kabobs. He had a devilish gleam in his eyes as he loomed in front of me. He ran the small wooden stick down my arm. It felt sharp, but didn’t even leave a mark on my skin. A twinge passed through my stomach in excitement at the possibilities. He reached behind him, pulling a second scarf from his back pocket. With a mischievous grin he tied the silky black fabric across my eyes.

  Darkness enveloped me, as I heard him chuckle. He kissed my neck, down to my collar bone, and gave a small kiss to the middle of my cleavage. A sharp line flared down my cleavage line. I gasped and puffed my chest out towards him, liking the razor-sharp sensation. He kissed a nipple, making it stand to attention. The pink nub went into his mouth, and then he blew a breath of warm air on it. I shivered and suddenly felt the tip of the skewer pointing into the upraised flesh. I knew that the stick was not sharp enough to hurt me, but it still felt as though he were pushing it through my skin. I whimpered and he pulled back, running it along the curve of my breast. He repeated the piercing sensation again, waiting until I whimpered to stop the pressure.

  He backed away from me and I heard a rustling noise that could only be the sound of him removing his shirt. I could feel his warmth radiating next to me as I heard a click as the skewer hit the floor and I wondered what was coming next. A hand caressed my hip, tracing the outline of my panties. A single finger grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled them down.

  I stood still as they lay around my feet, not trusting my balance in heels to remove them further. An appreciative chuckle filled my ears as he looked me over, blindfolded with my hands held high and naked but for a strappy pair of heels. I groaned as he tenderly touched my pussy lips, a light touch that made my juices flow. He fondled my lips, slowly opening me like a flower and finding my sweet clit. He pinched it between his fingers and grabbed my ass.

  “Come for me. Come like a good girl” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my clit between his fingers. I panted as my body ached to fill his command. A second hand reached up and began playing with my nipple, the dual sensations threatening to tip me over the edge. He kept chanting for me to come, and in a matter of moments my body tensed and released, a flood of color surging though my blindfold. As I swam in eddies of delight I could feel him back away and remove the rest of his clothing. Part of me was disappointed that I had a blindfold on and missed the show, but the thrill of not knowing what was coming next was worth it.

  I felt his cock on my slit, lightly running up and down my opening, the only thing touching me. I leaned forward, but he stood his ground, keeping the only connection between us the tip of his cock. I moaned as my juices leaked onto his member and he slowly leaned into me, pushing on the
entrance to my pussy.

  I wanted to feel him in me, and I tried to move my hips to take him in, but he blocked every attempt and just kept himself on the edge. I could feel my lust and desire building inside of me, and I seriously considered begging him to fuck me. The words were forming on my lips when, suddenly he thrusted up, and railed his cock deep into my pussy.

  I wasn’t expecting anything like that and I yelped, fighting my restraints. He grabbed my hips and penetrated me, pinning me to the bedpost as he took exactly what he wanted. He grunted with the effort as he slammed his massive cock deep into my tight pussy. I wrapped one leg around him, his skin hot against my leg as he dove deeper and deeper. I wished my hands were free to bury into his back, but I loved having them up in the air. I was helpless to his desire and I loved it. His mouth found my shoulder and he bit down, a surge of endorphins flooding my skin. My cries only spurred him on, my calf feeling his ass contract with each thrust upward.

  He ripped off the blindfold, the light of the room momentarily blinding me, as he pulled out and stepped back. There was a delicious sheen of sweat on his brow, and his cock glistened with my wetness.

  “Get on the bed” he growled. I put a knee up on the bed and crawled up, managing to be semi-graceful despite the lack of my hands. He stalked around and jumped on the bed, grabbing my hips and positioning me into a modified doggy style. My hands held the banister close to where they were tied, my ass pointing back into the bed where he was waiting. His fingers dug deep into my hips, grabbing my hip bones and he again began thrusting. I arched my back thrusting my ass up to meet him.

  A sizzling hand print found my ass with a loud smack as he continued to rail into me. Another spank followed behind, a satisfying slap sound filling the air. I wanted every inch of him. I pushed my ass back into his abs with his every thrust, his balls bouncing on my ass. Our skin met with a carnal slap with every plunge, the sound filling the room and mixing with our cries of passion.