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  Table of Contents

  Her Rough and Dirty Ex

  Tied Up and Watched

  Submitting to the Boss

  Her Rough and Dirty Ex

  Spanked

  Love or Lust

  The Naughty Box

  Cuffed

  Teacher’s Plaything

  Hotel S & M

  Under the Boss’s Desk

  Her Rough and Dirty Ex

  By Megan West

  Chapter One

  Jessica grimaced. The blazer she was wearing paired with the skirt wasn’t really the look she was going for. It was a work event, sure, but she still wanted to look a little more chic than business wear.

  “Stupid merger,” she muttered with a tone full of bitterness. She wasn’t looking forward to meeting a bunch of people she would likely never see. It just seemed so pointless to put together such an event and make it seem as if the company was welcoming a new part of the family. In Jessica’s opinion, that time and money could have been much better spent elsewhere.

  “You have to go anyway,” Missy said.

  She was leaning against the doorway of Jessica’s bedroom, observing her with amusement. She had been staying with Jessica for the better part of the month until her own apartment’s renovations were finished. It was a good thing she had a guest bedroom in her apartment and Missy happened to be one of her closest friends. “At least you’ll get to stay in the swank hotel afterward for free?”

  “I’m going to sneak off to my room the first chance I get,” Jessica replied. Missy laughed even though it wasn’t a joke. The people from the merger were people Jessica would either never see again or not see for a very, very long time. She wasn’t anti-social by any means, in fact she quite enjoyed going out and meeting new people, she just wasn’t looking forward to this specific event. There was also a bit of added pressure on her now as head of her department. Jessica absolutely had to make a new impression on the new employees from the merger, especially those in the higher up ranks.

  Missy walked into the bedroom and crossed over to go into Jessica’s closet. She pulled out a black dress. It was one that made her look hot, but was still work appropriate. “May I ask why you passed on this dress?”

  Jessica turned to look at it. “I actually don’t know,” she said with a shrug. She took the dress from her friend’s hands and quickly took off what she was wearing to pull it on. “Much better,” she said with a heavy breath, looking at the mirror. She definitely was digging her look much more in the black dress and was glad it was still work appropriate. She pulled on her royal blue pumps and that was it. She was ready to go.

  “Are you going to pick anyone up at this work party?” Missy joked.

  Jessica rolled her eyes and grabbed her clutch on the way out the door. “Really not,” she muttered before the door closed behind her.

  She walked over to the elevator and waited. Her phone buzzed again. It was the driver the company had sent over for her. She ignored the call since it would be less than two minutes until she was outside. A part of her felt bad for keeping him waiting, but another part of her didn’t care.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said anyway because it wasn’t his fault she didn’t want to attend an event she deemed unnecessary and ridiculous. He smiled politely, told her it was okay, and pulled open the back passenger door for her to slide into the luxurious sedan. The seats were leather and were easily the most comfortable car seats she had ever sat on. He closed the door for her once he made sure she had buckled her seat belt. Then he started driving, smooth jazz pumping at a low volume from the speakers.

  “Do you ever get bored of listening to this?” she asked.

  He shook his head and chuckled. “Not at all, I actually really like it so I guess that’s lucky for me, right?”

  “Guess so,” she responded, unenthused. “Sorry if I seem a bit crabby,” she told him in earnest. She always felt bad when her bad mood was taken out on someone who didn’t deserve it.

  “Do not worry at all,” he responded with a cute smile. “You’ve been just fine. I certainly hope your mood improves so you can enjoy your evening.”

  “Me too,” she said wistfully.

  A few minutes later he pulled up to the front of an old building, where the event was taking place, and opened the door for her. He wished her a good night and she walked up the steps, where there were two men at the front door. The one on the left checked her ID and marked her name off the list before the other man opened the door for her. At once, a cool gust of air settled on her skin and she heard the noise of chattering in the distance accompanied by music. She took a deep breath and decided to try and enjoy the night. She was already there, after all.

  What Jessica never expected was the first person she would run into would be a new employee from the merger– a man she knew very well.

  “Jessica,” he said with a smile. She swallowed and eyed his outstretched hand hesitantly before shaking it.

  “Jordan,” she responded rather dryly. It was her ex-boyfriend whom she had not seen in years. She truly hadn’t expected to see him, well, ever again much less at a work event. She only knew he was from the newly merged company because of his nametag. He was wearing a well-tailored suit. She had to admit, he looked damn fine in it.

  “I have to mingle,” she said, walking away from him promptly. Her heart was racing, but it wasn’t that old feelings had been stirred up. It was just a shock. Jessica made sure to chat with her supervisor a while and be introduced to the higher ranked executives of the other company before mingling with a few other people and greeting her friends.

  Jordan walked up suddenly holding a glass of champagne for each. She took it and before taking a sip asked, “Should I be worried about the true contents of this drink?”

  “Come on,” he responded as he took a sip of his own. “You know I’m not into those games.” Then he looked around and leaned in close enough to whisper, “You know exactly what kind of games I am into.” He stepped back and gave her a meaningful look, loaded with a proposition.

  Jessica’s knees wobbled and she took a long drink from the champagne. That explained her reaction earlier. He looked panty-dropping-attractive, he had always been great in bed, and she hadn’t had sex for some time now. For the next hour, he stuck by her side and made nice with everyone who crossed their paths. He also took every opportunity he could to make statements loaded with sexual innuendos.

  It upped the ante when he would say them during conversation with other employees of the company, but he was always careful to say things only the two of them would understand.

  By the end of that hour, they were kissing madly in a far off corridor of the building.

  “Come back to my hotel room,” he muttered against her lips.

  She hated herself for wanting him so badly.

  Chapter Two

  He breathed out heavily and then kissed her deeply. She was already completely naked and he was thoroughly enjoying the view.

  “You look fucking spectacular,” he said. She knew he thought it was such a huge compliment but, to her, it was just another reminder of why their relationship hadn’t worked out. He was always so impressed with himself and it was more than grating. But he was no longer her boyfriend and this was just about one night of fun. If there was something that had always
worked in their relationship, it was the sex.

  With that in mind, she giggled and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss became passionate out of pure lust. There was nothing more to it. He ran one of his hands up along her side until he cupped one of her breasts. He softly and playfully pinching her nipple. Brooke moaned into his mouth. It felt good. She knew so much more was coming and she was excited. He rubbed her nipple between two of his fingers before pinching it again, this time much harder. He pinched it hard enough that she let out a little squeal, a mixture of pain and delight; it was just as she had always liked it.

  He held her firmly, just under her chest, and threw her on the bed so she was lying on her back. He smiled, watching her tits jiggle as she bounced up and down on the bed. Roughly, he pushed her legs open to position his body between them, placing a hand on either side of her head as he dipped his head down and bit her shoulder. She let out another squeal, but soon felt a surge of relief when his tongue darted out and ran along the area he had just bitten.

  “I guess you’re still into causing pain,” she panted. She was talking about the bite, for sure, but there was a part of that statement that applied to him as a person. Their break up had been messy and, by the end of it, he had caused her a lot of emotional pain. But that was years ago and the two of them had since moved on. She wondered if he caught that underlying meaning to her words, but it didn’t matter anyway. This night was all about the sex– the mind-blowing sex they had always enjoyed together. She shut her eyes and filled her mind with the determination not to make any more snide remarks or even have those thoughts. It’s against the rules, she thought.

  Jordan pulled back to press his hand against her throat. She coughed out and gasped for breath, the corner of his hand cutting her windpipe. But he was careful about it, like he’d always been. He knew just where to hold his hand and how much pressure to apply so that she could still get enough oxygen. Besides, he never held her throat that way for too long. It was uncomfortable, sure, but he didn’t actually hurt her and that was the whole point.

  “Did I fucking say you were allowed to open that pretty, little mouth of yours for talking?”

  Jessica widened her eyes. She froze and even her breathing slowed. That was when he finally let go of her throat. Feeling the air rush back into her lungs and body was so amazing she shut her eyes in bliss. He grabbed her chin hard to make her look up as he lowered his face until it was mere centimeters from her own. His hot breath warmed her face and sent tingles across her skin.

  “You better be careful,” he warned her, his thumb digging into the flesh of her jaw. He moved in even closer so that when he spoke, his lips brushed against hers. “You know what punishments are like from me.”

  Jessica nodded, holding her breath. He had always been excellent at instilling that sense of fear to make sure she tried to be a ‘good girl’ for him. In fact, it had always been one of her favorite aspects of their play in their sex life. None of her partners since Jordan had ever been so talented in that respect.

  He sat back on the balls of his feet. After admiring her breasts for a few seconds, tongue running obscenely over his lips, he reached down to unbuckle his belt. He slowly pulled the belt out of the belt loops before folding it in half. He smirked and snapped it loudly, the sound of it made her flinch. She remembered the belt punishments very well, despite how long it had been since she had gotten one from him.

  He looked at her sternly and snapped it again. He set the belt down on the bed and leaned forward to warn her.

  “Be careful,” he muttered against her lips. He mashed his mouth against hers hungrily but quickly pulled away, leaving her with a heavy pant and wanting more. Even after all that had gone down between them and all this time, he still knew just how to work her. He sat back again to unzip his pants, quickly pulling out his rock hard cock from his boxers. Jessica’s eyes bulged and her mouth watered the moment she saw just how big and thick he was. She always remembered, quite fondly, how well-endowed Jordan was, but it wasn’t the same as actually seeing it again.

  “What?” he asked harshly. He took hold of the base of his dick and gave his shaft a few quick pumps. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle this anymore,” he sneered. He leaned forward and ran two fingers over her lips. “You always handled it real well back in the day, remember?”

  She didn’t respond, earning her a slap across the face. She cried out, feeling the hot, red mark of his hand burning into her skin. “Are you fucking deaf? I asked you a question, now you answer!” He wasn’t screaming at her, but there was a sort of growl to his voice that sent a shiver straight down her spine. He had always taken on the dominant role when they were together and had always been great, but there was something a bit different about it now that they were getting further into it. She didn’t feel scared or uncomfortable, but was unsure how to handle it in that moment.

  “Daisy,” she muttered weakly without stopping to think of it.

  In an instant, Jordan’s expression softened and scooped her into a hug. “Are you okay?” He continued to hug her tightly. He stroked through her hair reassuringly. “Was that too far, too fast? I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” she responded. “I just never remembered you being like this. I don’t know how to explain it and I didn’t know how to deal with it.”

  “Hey, hey. You’re perfectly entitled to feel that way,” he reassured her, having picked up on her tone of voice. “It has been a long time, you know.”

  Jessica nodded against him and shut her eyes. Despite it all, being held by him was still comforting. He started to rock back and forth, which helped her calm down even more.

  “I didn’t mind it, you know.” He moved his head back and his gaze met hers. She could tell he wasn’t entirely sure what was going on. She was much calmer now so she went on, “It was just that I needed a moment. It was different and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I needed a moment.”

  “Sometimes we just need a moment,” he agreed. She buried her head back into Jordan’s neck. She didn’t want to talk about it anymore. She didn’t feel like there was really anything to talk about. After quite a long time, Jordan finally asked, “Should I go now?”

  Jessica sat up and looked into his eyes. She didn’t want him to go. In fact, she wanted to keep going. She wanted to have the night with him. She shook her head and he tilted his, perplexed expression clear in his eyes.

  “I want to,” she paused and bit her lower lip. Then she kissed him passionately, pressing her breasts against his chest. “I still want you to fuck me,” she muttered against his lips. “I want you to fuck me the way you always have, the way you were going right now. I’ve had my moment and,” she paused again to kiss him, “believe me when I say I really want this.”

  Jordan stared at her. She could tell he was studying her, deciding how truthful she was being. If there was one thing she could always vouch for when it came to Jordan it was that he always, always had to make sure she was completely okay with everything they did. None of her other lovers had ever pressured her and had all taken the time to make sure she was completely consenting, but he went above and beyond to make sure.

  She felt a surge of energy pump through her veins. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, and kissed him hungrily.

  “I really do want this,” she reassured him.

  She ran one of her hands straight down his stomach and rubbed his hardness. She decided it was a good thing for her to experience something familiar with Jordan that still had a tinge of newness. It only added to the excitement and would surely prevent her from the dangerous road of reminiscing the good times. “Let’s keep going,” she purred into his ear.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  She nodded enthusiastically and kissed him again. She kissed him until she was sure he had gotten the point. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her body off his, then roughly grabbed her face to stare fiercely into her eyes. She slipped right back into the submissive state of min
d, the very one that succumbed to his every whim. It was what she wanted. She had asked for it, worked hard to convince him she was still consenting to it.

  “So you think you can just kiss me however the fuck you want, when you want?” She stared into his eyes. She was unsure if it was a rhetorical question or one she was supposed to answer, like last time.

  She took a deep breath and replied, “No, sir.”

  There was the faintest flicker of satisfaction in his eyes and she knew answering had been the right decision. What was more important, however, was how she addressed him. He let go of her face in favor of grabbing a fistful of her hair. He pulled it back hard. Her head tilted upward and she whimpered as tiny prickles of pain attacked her scalp.

  He gave her a rough kiss, his lips practically mashing against hers. It was almost a painful kiss. She whimpered into his mouth. Then he let go of her hair and stood up. She watched him walk over to the bed of the hotel room. He called out for her to follow him and she didn’t hesitate even a second in doing so.

  He sat on the bed and stared at her naked body, grabbing his cock and stroking it.