Bound to the Bad Boy (10 page)

“Thank you, Master.”

“You are welcome, sub. And that
was just a taste of what I have in store for you tonight when we visit Club
Castille.”

He pushed Megan gently forwards
and removed the plug. She shivered as it slipped out of her ass with a pop. He
dropped it into the sink then he grabbed a bottle of shower gel and began to
soap her body.
Tenderly.
Affectionately.
Adoringly.
And Megan allowed herself to drift, swept
along by the sweetness of it all.

Matt was wonderful. She was
crazed with need for him. It was all that mattered right here and now. She
would deal with the bigger issues tomorrow.

Today was for them.

****

Megan closed the hotel room door
behind her and leant against it.

What a night… What a morning… And that early morning motorcycle ride
just about topped it all off…

She had done more with Matt in
fourteen hours than she’d done with other men in four years. And she had
enjoyed every moment of it.
Except for the nagging little
doubts that kept creeping in and threatening to ruin her time in Cherub.
The haunting voices bickered in her head, making it ache and giving her a heavy
heart.

You were a fool to abandon him. You could have worked it out.

But I couldn’t have lived with him, made love to him, if I’d believed
that he was a murderer.
Even if I had the slightest
suspicion.

But you didn’t. Not really. It was just an excuse to leave him.

An excuse.
Oh what had she done?
Poor Matt.
How he must have
hurt.

But surely it was too late to fix
things now?

She suddenly felt exhausted. A
nap would be good. She lay fully clothed on the bed, still in her crumpled party
dress, and allowed herself to relax.

A sharp knock at the door pulled
her to full consciousness.

Who was it?

“Hold on a minute.” She sat up
and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Miss Agnelli?” It was Rita, the
hotel owner’s twenty-something daughter. If Megan recalled correctly, Rita had
been a year or two below her in high school.

“Yes?”

“I have a delivery for you.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in a second.”

Megan stood up and straightened
her dress.
A delivery?
How could she possibly have a
delivery?

She opened the door.

Rita smiled, eyeing Megan’s
attire and messy red hair.

“Here you are, Miss Agnelli. This
just arrived for you.” She held out a long rectangular box tied with a black
satin ribbon.

“Oh. Thank you. Do you know who
it’s from?”

The young woman shook her head.

“Well, okay. Thanks again.”

“Miss Agnelli?”

“Yes?”

“You’ve missed lunch. Will you
be wanting
dinner?”

She’d missed lunch. What time was
it? Had she been that tired? It must be the emotional turmoil and all that
amazing sex.

“Um…no…thank you.” She’d be going
to Club Castille with Matt so she didn’t want a belly full of home cooking.
“I’ll be going out later. I’ll get something then.”
A light
snack perhaps?
She could take a walk, to get some air. Try to clear her
head.

Rita nodded and walked away. No
doubt Megan had just given her something else to gossip about.
Staying out all night, arriving on the back of the bike of the Vice
Chairman of the local motorcycle club, sleeping through the morning after her
return to the hotel.

Who cares? Small town folk will always gossip. Let them chew it over.

She closed the door then walked
over to the bed and placed the box on the coverlet. What was it?

Only one way to
find out.

She undid the black ribbon and
carefully lifted the lid.

A mound of red tissue paper
concealed the box’s contents. She parted the folds and sighed. A card was
placed on top of what appeared to be black lace lingerie. It read:

Megan,

If you’re sure about tonight, I’ll pick you up around eight.

Wear the garments in this box along with those sexy high heels you wore
last night. Cover them with a coat.
Nothing else.

Looking forward to seeing you again.

M. x

He wanted her to wear just
lingerie. There was nothing unusual about that. Many subs wandered Club
Castille with their wares on display. And at least she would have
something
on.

But when she lifted the garments
out of the box her heart sank.

She would, in fact, have
very little
on.

There was a sheer corset, which
displayed the fine flexible boning beneath and hooked up at the front. She held
it against herself. It would sit about two inches below her belly button and
just beneath the crease of her breasts. It would clearly push her breasts
forwards and upwards. Then there was a very small pair of black lace panties.
When she held them up, she could see that they were crotchless.
Oh my…
And finally, a pair of lace
topped black hold-up stockings with a visible seam, which ran up the back of
the legs.
But nothing to cover her breasts.

She dropped the lingerie into the
box and sat on the edge of the bed.

What did this mean? Was Matt
seeking to humiliate her?
Or to test her?
It had been
a long time since she’d visited a BDSM establishment and just as long since
she’d bared her body for others to see. It made her toes curl with anticipated
embarrassment. Yet it also warmed her wanton pussy.
To be at
Matt’s side, as his sub, while he escorted her around the cavernous chambers of
Club Castille.
To have him show pride in her manners
and behavior as she did as she was bid.
And hopefully,
to have him shower her with attention and praise for being a good sub.
That would make her feel
so
good.

She wanted to do all of these
things because she wanted to please him. To prove to him, perhaps, that she did
care. That she had made a mistake when she left him. That she knew he could
never really hurt an innocent.

She would take a long hot bath
and pamper herself. Though she’d showered that morning at Matt’s, a relaxing
bubble bath would be very welcome. Their shower had been rather erotic and she
hadn’t focused on washing. Although she had gotten really wet… Her stomach
somersaulted at the memory.

After her bath, she’d take a
walk, grab a bite to eat at the local café then return to dress and await
Matt’s arrival.
If it could be called
dressing
in such skimpy attire.

She couldn’t believe that she had
to wait over six hours to see him again.

Chapter Seven

Megan stood in front of the
mirror.
Trembling.

She had dressed in the lingerie
Matt had sent and her high heels, as he requested. She felt naked and
vulnerable. Her breasts were full, creamy and exposed. The corset fitted the
curves of her waist and hips like it had been made for her. The panties seemed
normal, until she parted her legs. Every time she did, they split open and
exposed her shaved pussy lips.
Gah!
Her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny it: she was aroused at the sight of
her nude mound. By the thought that Matt would see it every time she opened her
legs.

The sheer black stockings clung to
her thighs, emphasizing their plump roundness and the full cheeks of her bottom,
which sat upon the rear of the lacy tops. Whenever she moved, the lace brushed
against her sensitive cheeks, increasing her ever-present arousal.

Self-conscious as she felt, she
was also extremely excited that Matt wanted her to dress like this. He wanted
to see her in this skimpy lingerie and to display her in a public place.

She slipped a hand down to fondle
the slit in the panties. Her pussy was so smooth, so naked. She did like the
way she looked and hoped that Matt would approve of his choice for her. Her folds
were already slick and as she gently stroked them, excitement curled in her
belly. Tonight would bring more orgasms, more delights and more… of Matt. She
rubbed her
clit,
increasing the pressure on the bud
and feeling it swell beneath her touch. She wanted to come.
Again.
Right now.
Just thinking about Matt.

She upped the tempo, masturbating
herself as she held the image of Matt before her.
His broad
tattooed chest, his muscled stomach, and his huge cock.
She slipped two
fingers inside herself and fingered furiously whilst rubbing her clit with her
thumb. She trembled on the brink, about to climax when she heard footsteps
approaching the door.

She held her breath.
Pulled her hand away from her pussy.
Her inner muscles
clenched with the onset of orgasm and she struggled to fight it off.

Breathe. Stop. Calm down.

The built up pressure slowly
eased and she almost dropped to the floor.

Was Matt outside?

A confident rap at the door
confirmed that he was and she hurried to the door.
Then
panicked.
She couldn’t open the door like this. She was aroused.
Almost naked.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shone.

“Megan!”

“Matt?”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”
She pulled the panties straight, took a deep breath then opened the door and
stepped back.

Matt closed the door behind him
then let out a low whistle.

“You look amazing, sub.”

Megan blushed. He was pleased.

“I would like to see you present
yourself.”

“Of course, Master.” She walked
unsteadily to the center of the room. She placed her legs a hip’s width apart
then took hold of her breasts. The panties sprung apart, exposing her soaking
wet labia. Should she try to cover them?
No.
Don’t fidget.
She lowered her gaze to the floor, focusing on a spot on the
wooden floorboards. She breathed slowly.
Calmly.
But
her heart thundered against her ribs.

Matt approached her, stealthily
as a big cat. He circled her, watching her, looking her over. His power
emanated from him, caressing her sensitive skin like little electric shocks.

“Master?”

“Shhh!”

Megan hung her head. She should
not talk until he told her to do so. But she wanted to know. Did he like what
he saw? Did he really want her to go out like this?

He reached out and ran a hand
over her buttocks where they touched the stocking tops. He walked around her,
keeping his hand upon her flesh. When it brushed the front of the panties she
gasped.

“Are you hot,
sub
?”

“Scorching,
Master.”

“Is your cunt wet?”

“Drenched,
Master.”

“Good.” He placed his hand
between her legs and squeezed her exposed pussy. She winced as he pinched her
lips hard. He tugged them and Megan almost lost her balance. “I could clamp
these and lead you around by them tonight, sub. Would you like that?”

Megan flinched. But she knew not
to deny him. “Whatever you desire, Master.”

He laughed softly.
“Maybe not tonight.
Perhaps the outfit is enough…for now?”

Megan nodded. “Thank you,
Master.”

“I can smell how turned on you
are, sub.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“It makes me want to eat your
cunt all over again.”

“Yes, Master.”
Oh please.

“But we need to get going.”

“That’s a shame, Master, but
thank you.”

“Let’s get going. Do you have a
suitable coat?”

Megan nodded. Luckily, she had
brought a lightweight knee-length plastic mac in spring green. She had
purchased it because the shop assistant had said that it matched her eyes. That
had been a good sales pitch.

She put it on and tied the belt
around her waist. She couldn’t believe she’d be going out like this in public.
It was so naughty, so unlike the person she had become.
Or
tried to become.

Matt took her hand.

“Color?”

She swallowed hard.
“Green.”

“As green as your coat?”

“Greener.”

However, five minutes later, as
she tried to hook her leg over the motorcycle without exposing her pussy to the
world, her color wavered between red and yellow. What was she doing? This was
crazy. She was getting onto a Harley without any knickers.

“Problem, sub?”

Megan met his eyes. They were lit
with amusement. He knew.

“No, Master. Everything is fine.”

She settled onto the seat. The
sun warmed leather pressed against her damp lower lips and the outer seams of
the panties sat against her labia awkwardly. She wriggled, but try as she might
she was unable to change it. There was contact with her pussy everywhere. Matt
climbed on in front of her and handed her his spare helmet. She put it on then
took hold of his waist. This was going to be an interesting ride.

Matt started the engine and they
set off as twilight fell over Cherub. The vibrations from the engine, the bumps
on the road, the proximity of Matt and the strange excitement at being barely
dressed, all proved too much for Megan and she cried out as she climaxed three
times in a row. She thought that she could feel Matt laughing in her arms but she
couldn’t be sure over the noise of the bike.