Kinky, Rough & HARD: 10 Story Collection & BDSM Box Set Bundle Anthology: (Spankings, Bondage, Humiliation, Domination & Submission)

  CONTENTS

  Publishing Info

  Chapter One - Let Them Watch

  Chapter Two - Stripped & Teased

  Chapter Three - Rough In Public

  Chapter Four - Humiliated at the Station

  Chapter Five - The Billionaire's Plaything

  Chapter Six - Punished By My Best Friend's DAD

  Chapter Seven - But Daddy, We're in PUBLIC

  Chapter Eight - Don't Let Him Finish

  Chapter Nine - Trembling For More, Daddy

  Chapter Ten - Tie Me UP, Strip Me DOWN

  Chapter Eleven - Hello, My Lovelies!

  Kinky, Rough & HARD

  10 Story Collection & BDSM Box Set Bundle Anthology

  (Spankings, Bondage, Humiliation, Domination & Submission)

  Published by Harley Jane Meadows, 2017

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places,

  or events are entirely coincidental. All characters in this story are 18 and over.

  Hello my lovelies!

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  XO,

  Harley Jane

  CHAPTER ONE

  Let Them Watch

  “You want me to what?” I blinked, and made sure I was hearing him right. Cody, my boyfriend of over a year, lay in bed next to me, caressing my thigh.

  “I said, I want you to do a scene with me at the Dungeon.”

  Oh god. He was serious. I sat up, suddenly feeling very naked, despite wearing a large loose tee shirt and being in my own home. “What? Why?”

  He kissed my thigh. “It’s something you’ve been talking about for weeks, Abby. We’ve been to the Dungeon a few times now, and I thought, well…” He shrugged. “Why not?”

  Wow. Wow. There really wasn’t another word for it. Wow.

  He stroked my calf, now. “I know how much you like it when I watch you. And I get off on watching. You’re beautiful, and I love to watch you have a good time. But… yeah. I thought, why not? So long as you’re comfortable with it.”

  That was just the thing. I wasn’t comfortable with it. The idea of doing anything sexual with Cody (or by myself) in a room full of strangers was out in the middle of nowhere outside my comfort zone.

  But then I thought about it. Maybe that was the point. Maybe that’s what made it hot…

  Could I really do something like that? Cody and I had a great sex life. Did it need changing? Could I get naked in front of strangers?

  Cody was different. I knew him. I trusted him. I wanted him, and I knew he wasn’t going to judge me, or anything like that. It’s not that I didn’t like the way I looked. I did. But getting completely naked… and exposed like that… in front of people I’d never seen before?

  I broke out in a cold sweat. Hell, the idea of it was enough to start my engine, what did that mean for actually doing it?

  Could I? Really?

  I looked at Cody, and pursed my lips together. “Fuck it. Let’s go for it.”

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked me. Cody pressed his forehead to mine. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

  I’d never been into the BDSM scene before I met Cody. He took me to my first Dungeon… and I loved it. It was incredible. I got a taste for it… and I was about to do a scene. My first.

  Cody’s been coming to these places for years. I met him online, and he took me to my first Munch. And here I was, in the dungeon with him, getting ready for my first scene. I was nervous, nervous and hot. Oh my god.

  I looked at Cody. He was wearing a too-tight black tee shirt, and bluejeans. He was short. Barely five foot four. He had the build of a dancer, all muscle and sinew. He could lift me up, put me down, take care of me. And god, I loved having his hands on me.

  We got to the Dungeon. It was still early. A lot of couples were walking around, some light mingling. The cages were empty. The Saint Andrews crosses were bare.

  Light was low. Plenty of dark corners… there was a six foot tall mirror, near the examination table we wanted to use. I looked at myself. I was no taller than Cody. Slim, pale legs that disappeared under my short, cotton flower blue dress. Dark brown hair, and inviting blue eyes.

  Cody lay down a sterile sheet on the padded examining table. You could mistake it for a doctor’s office, except it was missing a few walls.

  I walked up beside Cody, and squeezed his hand. “I’m good,” I said. “I can do this. Let’s do this.” I was already breaking out in goosebumps. Cody nodded, and kissed me. I put my hand on his chest. His heart wasn’t pounding, like mine. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

  He leaned in close. “Get on the table.”

  I sat on top of the white paper sheet, on the edge of the table. It was cool. The padding underneath it was cold to the touch. They kept the temperature down in here. The paper rustled against my thighs, my ass. I was getting tingles already.

  Cody faced me and traced his fingertips down my thighs. He reached my knees, and extended my leg. He supported my knee, caressing the bottom of it, while his other hand slid down my calf. Ohhhh…

  The first spectator took his seat. There were benches on three sides of the examining table, about eight feet away. Far enough to not interfere, close enough to watch. Oh god. This was happening. I took a sharp breath.

  “Stay on me,” Cody whispered. “Don’t think about them if you don’t want to.”

  I nodded. “But I think I want to.”

  He slipped off my shoe, and set down my leg. He repeated the slow gesture with my other leg. Lifting me up, stroking the underside of my knee, tracing his touch down my calf… slipping off my shoe.

  The air was cool on my feet. I balled my toes into little fists. A woman in lingerie and a collar wandered by, and stopped to watch us. I tried my best not to squirm.

  Cody walked around the table, and stopped behind me. He massaged my shoulders, my neck. His strong hands caressed me through the thin fabric of my dress. He kneaded my biceps, my shoulders. I was tense, but the best kind of tense. It was nice…

  “Take off your dress.”

  I did as Cody said, and unbuttoned my dress, one button after another. The air tickled my skin. I stayed on the table. Cody tugged the dress off my shoulders, down my torso. I sat with the dress around my waist.

  I perched my feet on the edge of the table, and lay back to lift my butt into the air. I slid the dress down my hips, down past my knees. Cody took it before it hit the floor, and folded it neatly. He put it on another table nearby.

  We had an audience, now. I sat up on the table again, my knees hanging over the edge. I was down to my white cotton panties, and a black bra. Cody ran his fingers over my naked back. His touch felt hot against the cool air, and I shuddered.

  A couple walked over and sat down, on my left. The man sat back and draped his arms over the back of the bench. He was settling in. A woman came up to his side and leaned into him. They didn’t take their eyes off me…

  Cody kissed my shoulder. My neck. I barely noticed when he undid the clasp of my bra. Oh god. Did I want this? Was this okay? All these people were looking at me squirm under my boyfriend’s touch. He was…

  He slipped the bra strap off my shoulder. Instinctively, I lifted my arms, hugging myself and keepi
ng the bra to my chest.

  No. No, this was okay. I volunteered for this. I wanted to see what it was like. I wanted them to see us. See him, touching me.

  I lowered my hands, and let the bra spill off me. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breasts rose and fell with each breath. My nipples were peach-pink, and hard. Oh god. Oh god, they were looking at me.

  Complete strangers were eating me up with their eyes. I writhed on the table, getting hotter. Was this what they wanted? Was this what they wanted to see?

  Cody’s hands slid over my breasts, fondling me. Caressing me. Supporting me. I closed my eyes and gave over to the sensation. It was titillating to know they were watching, now. Watching me.

  Cody plugged in the wand. It was a simple enough vibrator, the white handle was about a foot long, with a ball at the end. It hummed when he flicked the switch.

  He kissed me, slow and sweet. My skin was warm all over, now, and he’d barely touched me yet. I pulled him back into the kiss. “More.”

  He kissed me deeper, and set down the wand. He fondled and squeezed me with his strong hands, kissing his way down my stomach. He kissed my thigh, before he coaxed my knees apart.

  His fingers slipped down my stomach, my pelvis. He teased at my folds, through the cotton panties. I was already wet, and that first touch sent a wire of need through me. “More.”

  He brought the wand up my thigh, a low, constant hum. He rubbed it against my folds, and my eyes rolled back. “Mmmmmnnmmm, yes.” I lowered myself back onto my elbows, and opened my legs to him.

  My eyes darted to our audience. There were more of them, now. The couple to my left: he was running his hand up and down her arm, but his eyes were locked on me. He was hard. The girl had a smirk on her face, and her arm, resting on his leg.

  Between my legs, three men and two women were watching me squirm and writhe under Cody’s manipulations. He pressed against me again with the wand, and the sensation trembled up my insides. I was already warm, between my legs. I was getting hot. “Uhhhhn!” I squealed.

  I reached up and squeezed my breast. I pinched my nipple as he massaged my lips through the damp cotton fabric. Ohhh god. Ohhhh, Cody!

  He looked up at me, a low-key smile on his face. He’d known. He’d known what this would do to me. I reached down and squeezed his shoulder, hard. I gritted my teeth. “I want you so bad right now.”

  His only reaction was a subtle nod, and to press the wand against my pussy again. I bit my lip. “Ffffffffuck…”

  It was totally involuntary. I lay myself down on the bed, and gripped the edges. The foam was hot now, beneath me and the paper. He turned a knob, and the humming from the wand intensified. A moan escaped my lips. I lifted my hips, and pressed my sex against his toy, and loved it.

  Cody put the wand down for a second, and took the waistband of my panties. He tugged on them, and they slipped down my ass with no resistance. Ohhhhh, ohhhh!

  My knees came together, and he peeled the damp white fabric away. Oh god. They were going to see. They were going to see me. Oh god. Oh god…

  He slipped the panties off my ankles, and put them on the table with my dress. My legs were still locked together.

  “Abby.” He whispered, teasing the top of my pussy with the wand. “Abigail. Let go, baby.”

  He pressed with more strength, and coaxed the wand between my legs. My knees slipped apart, and he pressed the wand to my clit. OhhhHHHHHhhhh…!

  I groaned and trembled on the table. He pulled the wand away, and I almost whined for more. “Nnnoooo…”

  He looked down on me, and gazed at my pussy. My wet, pink lips; swollen and hot… oh jesus they could see me. They could see everything. I was naked and exposed on the table in front of everyone—

  Cody walked around the table, to my side, and took the wand with him.

  Complete strangers sat on the bench between my legs, gazing at me like some kind of artwork. My heart was a jackhammer, and my pussy was aching for more. I could feel their eyes on me, eating me up. My naked flesh on display. I led my hand between my legs, and slipped inside myself. I needed more, and if Cody was going to leave me aching…

  I was slick with need. I wanted more and more and more. I swept tiny, powerful circles over my clit, and dipped deeper and deeper into myself. Oh god. Oh fuck. OhhhHHHHH—

  I screamed. Cody was stroking my hair, when I came. I couldn’t hold it back. A hot gush of wetness squirted between my legs, and splashed onto the white paper sheet beneath me. I cried out for more. More!

  Cody brought the wand back to my pussy, and its powerful vibrations shuddered through me. I pressed my head to the soft foam under me, and lost myself.

  They watched me hit a new climax. “AhhhhHHHH! Haaaaahhhh!! Yes! Yes!”

  I grabbed Cody’s wrist and pressed him to my pussy, keeping him there. I tumbled off the world. All I knew was the buzzing between my legs, pushing me into the air, sliding up, up, to a plateau that made my body sing. Heat spilled up me like water, flooding my body.

  They saw me. They saw everything I did. I was coming, and coming, and they were there, watching me! I screamed again, and opened my eyes.

  I was still on the table. The couple on my left hadn’t moved a muscle. The people at my feet hadn’t moved. Nobody had taken their eyes off me. My breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath. I was coming down, but I didn’t know where…

  Cody walked around the table, and kissed my forehead. He knelt down and kissed my breast. He took my peach-pink nipple in his lips, and suckled me. Oh, fuck. Everything he did felt delicious. It was all just part of the same melody, now, played on my skin.

  He unbuttoned his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His hard, thick cock pushed up over his zipper, and he tugged down on his jeans. I wanted to touch him, please him, do for him what he did for me. I went to sit up, but he simply coaxed me back down.

  He took a condom from his jeans, and tore open the packet. He slid it down over his thick cock, and pulled me to the edge of the table. Oh, god.

  He massaged my pussy with the wand in tight little circles, continuing the ride. I moaned his name and gripped the table.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me. Let them watch, it just makes it hotter. Cody, fuck me. Fuck me now please, fuck me. I can’t—”

  He pressed between my lips. His rock hard cock pushed into me. I looked up at him, his eyes on me. He started rocking me and the table, pumping into me with his hips. He had one hand on my hip, and held the wand in the other.

  He brushed the buzzing wand over my nipples, then back down to my clit. Oh jesus. Cody pulled me down, down, hard onto him. I sat up. I took the wand from him, and dropped it to the floor.

  I wrapped my legs around his thighs, and locked him to me. “Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me!”

  He pressed his head to my chest, and licked my tits. His hands grabbed my sides and squeezed me tight. He kept on pumping me, again and again.

  Having Cody inside me felt different, this time. We’d used this position before, but he was more energetic. It was something magnetic… I pulled him inside my slick, wet warmth, and squeezed.

  I writhed under his touch. I had to tilt my hips just so and— yes. Oh god yes. Right there, baby. Right there…

  Cody cried out. He hadn’t come, but he was close. I squeezed him in my core, wanting him to come. I looked past him, at the people behind him. None of them said a word, none of them had moved a muscle. They were fixed on us. On him, on me. Jesus I was so hot. I didn’t know how much more I could take!

  “I want you to come in me, baby. Come for me…”

  I stroked Cody’s neck, and put his hand on my tit, and squeezed. He screamed, almost lifting me off the table.

  His orgasm rocked through his whole body, and into me. It was enough to push me over, one last time.

  A great emptiness filled my head. I fell back on the table, completely spent. Nothing mattered at all. Absolutely nothing. I felt Cody buckle inside me again, as he filled me with his cum. He gripped the tab
le, trying not to fall on top of me.

  I opened my eyes, and was looking at the couple on my left. He was breathing hard, and so was she. They smiled at me, and I smiled back.

  Oh my god. It was okay. Nobody here was judging me, or staring down their nose at me. Nobody was uncomfortable. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I had fucked my boyfriend in front of them, and it was great.

  I sat up, and caught my breath. I was still hot. The paper sheet underneath me was soaked through. I looked around at our audience, my audience. Feeling their eyes on me still made my skin tingle. I slid off the table, and instinctively went for my clothes. I stopped.

  I was just fine, as I was. I mean obviously I wasn’t gonna leave the building nude, or anything. But in here? Yeah. I was in no hurry to get dressed.

  Cody went about cleaning up the table.

  One of the men on the bench at my feet stood up, and walked over. “That was amazing. You guys were incredible.”

  My heart leapt. “Thanks!”

  A woman came up and took his hand. She had a grin on her face to match his. “No, thank you.” They traded smiles and walked off to a dark corner of the Dungeon. I turned to Cody, who’d finished wiping down the examining table, and was putting on his jeans.

  I walked over to him, and planted my hands on the sides of his face, and kissed him deeply. “Thank you. That was… fucking incredible.”

  He smiled, and kissed me back. “I’m glad.”

  I took his hand and squeezed it. “When can we do this again??”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Stripped & Teased

  Ever since I was a boy, I’ve been nervous about getting naked in public. My boyfriends all laughed at me. “You’ve got a great body,” they’d say. Or, “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of,” or “If I had a body like that, I’d show it off.”