The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance (2 page)

Reaching for His belt, my Master leaned across my back, pulling my outstretched arms together as He bound them tightly. i felt the bed shift as He got up, but a moment later He returned to bind my ankles together as well.

i couldn’t see what He was doing behind me. The feel against my skin made me think He selected the jute rope to bind my ankles. When i was hogtied and during most of our heavier bondage scenes, jute was preferred; it didn’t leave rough indentations on my skin.

Once i was restrained to His satisfaction, He vacated the bed. i heard rustling behind me. Thinking of Him standing naked behind me was thrilling. i was anxious for Him to take what was rightfully His.

He returned to the bed where i was bound for His pleasure. i felt His warm breath against my pussy while He used His thumb to massage my clit.

“My pretty girl and her pretty pussy,” He murmured seconds before burrowing His face into my cunt.

my Master’s tongue swirled expertly against my clit. He licked and sucked my pearl until i was on the verge of succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure. His tongue stabbed me in the most delightful places in the most delightful way.

He ground His face, rough from travel, into me, alternating between licking, jabbing, and swirling His tongue around my pussy, the scratch of His stubble making me hyperaware of every movement. With His hands cupped around my hips, my Master lifted me to give Him more access. Suckling on my pussy lips, He inhaled deeply and then let out a long, low moan against my sex.

i wanted to scream. i wanted to moan. i wanted to growl. i wanted to shout to the heavens, but i wasn’t granted permission to speak. If my erratic breathing were any indication, you would think i was experiencing the onset of an asthma attack. It had been a while since i’d had an attack, but if i didn’t control myself, this situation would go from pleasurable to concerning in a moment’s notice.

i pushed my backside further onto His face as His tongue continued to impale me, riding my Master’s face as if my life depended on it. The sounds of Him feasting on my womanhood echoed through the room.

“you want to cry out, don’t you, micah?” He asked while swirling His tongue tortuously slow around my clit. i was His violin, and He played me beautifully.

i was unable to do much of anything aside from whimper, which came out sounding like erotic hiccups.

His tongue made swift motions against my clit as He manuevered my body to insert two fingers into my wet channel. “you want to cum, don’t you, pretty girl? The way your pussy is gripping My fingers tells Me that My girl wants to cum . . . badly. you’re fucking soaked, micah.”

Another soft whine escaped my lips as He ferociously finger-fucked me. Oh God, the wonderful agony.

my orgasm steadily built, pushing me to the brink of tears. i was close, so close, but i was forbidden to cum without my Master’s explicit permission.

Orgasm denial was something i both loved and loathed. my body was His and would do as He commanded.

In a hurried move, He pulled His fingers from my slick channel and shifted His body to fill the void. He never much cared for allowing me time to accommodate His size in the heat of the moment.

i was immobile as my Master pounded my pussy, using a fistful of my hair for leverage. Sweat coated both our bodies as He fucked me vigorously.

“Fuck, its been two weeks since I’ve been inside this pretty pussy. Two very long weeks.”

my scalp burned, my knees weakened, and i was on the verge of collapsing. my orgasm was so close. It took everything in me to keep it at bay. While i had a love-hate relationship with most of His punishments, i didn’t want to upset Him by coming without Him granting me the honor.

my Master continued to ride my ass . . .
hard
.

He gripped my waist tighter while thrusting into me. God, He was so deep, i hurt, but it felt so damn good.

“I love fucking you, micah. I never get tired of seeing My dick going in and out of your pretty pussy. We make a beautiful sight, pretty girl; the contrast of our skin tones always turns Me on.”

i whimpered into the duvet cover and struggled to remain upright.

“Let Me hear you, micah. I want to hear you cum for Me, pretty girl. Cum for your Master.”

His permission was all i needed. With His allowance, i screamed as if i were possessed by the devil. If the neighbors happened to hear us, they would likely think my Master was committing bloody murder. Murder was happening all right—He was slaying the hell out of my pussy. i don’t think i’d ever cum so hard in my life.

Before i had the chance to enjoy the mesmerizing post-orgasmic bliss, my Master sped up His pace. His grunts, groans, and expletives let me know that He found pleasure in His release.

After catching His breath, He slowly withdrew from me, making certain to keep my ass high in the air as i felt a trickle of cum slide down my inner thigh.

“I want you to stay in this position micah and lift your ass higher. I lost a little bit when I pulled out, but keeping your ass in the air for a spell will help with sperm motility,” He commented while tenderly removing the rope and belt from around my limbs.

i formed a small smile. “Sperm motility”? Who says that?

Once finished, He rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. Without making a sound, i remained in the position as instructed for the next fifteen minutes until my Master returned and pulled me down alongside Him.

He kissed my lips and forehead softly as He lowered my body on top of His rigid chest. i could smell and taste myself on His lips.

“you may speak freely, micah.”

“That was amazing, Sir,” i replied, beaming.

my Master laughed. “I’d say so. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and My dick grow harder. Both are needed for baby-making.”

i chuckled at His comment.

He had a way with words. He caressed both my wedding band and engagement ring before linking His fingers with mine.

With my free hand, i fiddled with the thin silver necklace around my neck. my collar.

my heart fluttered.

“I’ve only been home a few hours, but I think this ‘welcome back’ sealed the deal. If it hasn’t and we have to try this every single night for the rest of the month, I’m all for it. I
will
get you pregnant.”

“i have no doubt about that, Sir,” i said, giggling.

The Meet and Greet

Late Summer 2009

her Master

It was one hell of a Saturday night. A five-car pileup on the FDR Drive had My ER running at a frenetic pace. After the shit I endured today, I needed to take the edge off.

My nose and throat burned from the carbonation and raw ginger of My hand-mixed ginger ale. I’d been at Spanxxx for about an hour and on My third drink; I’d have a good buzz if the club allowed alcohol, but liquor and play don’t mix. That’s how it’d been here since they opened their doors thirty years ago. It was the policy at most fetish events, but at private parties, the rules were dependent on the host. C’est la vie.

The few men sitting near Me halted their conversation and not so discreetly turned toward the door. My gaze followed theirs. I scanned the crowd to see what they were focused on when My eyes fixated on her.

she looked stunning standing at the entrance of the club, assisting her female companion with the hem of her skirt. I continued to follow the ladies with My eyes, pausing while they offered their identification to the bouncer.

Men and women gawked at the pair as they moved through the club. I’m pretty sure they all saw what I saw: a submissive looking for a home.

How did I know she was a sub? she didn’t make direct eye contact with anyone, she kept her gaze constantly fixed ahead, and she only spoke to her companion. I could be completely wrong in My assumption, but she didn’t strike Me as a Domme. I didn’t get that vibe based on what I’d witnessed thus far.

I had been in the scene for a while, so I could usually tell. When Your friends consisted of a variety of lifestyle and pro-Dommes, You picked up a thing or two. It might sound pretentious, but it was the truth. In addition, in My profession, I had to be adept at reading people. I considered it a gift and a curse.

Worst-case scenario, I’d find out during the auction if My instincts were on point. I assumed that’s why she was here, since tonight’s featured event was a sub/slave auction.

I casually took another sip of My drink and wondered if she would prove to be a worthy challenge.

Was she merely a submissive, or was she a slave? I sincerely hoped the former. Not that I found anything wrong with slaves; I just didn’t have an interest in dictating someone’s life twenty-four seven. In many instances, I would prefer My girl be left up to her own devices.

I would never knock anyone for the dynamic they chose. However, My nature was to lead, not lord over, so My girl would have to have a life and interests of her own. Taking a slave was never what I considered an ideal arrangement. But before I got ahead of Myself planning for the future, I needed to find out on what side of the line My pretty girl stood.

I continued to watch her while I fiddled with the ice in My empty glass. I don’t think I could have taken My eyes off her if I wanted to. The fitted pink blazer she wore barely concealed her corset, which pushed her breasts up in a way that made Me shift in My seat. My gaze traveled higher to her unadorned neck. The dim light of the club made her skin glow.

she licked her utterly sinful-looking lips. I licked My lips as well.

her dark hair was pulled away from her face in a tight chignon. Due to the lighting, I couldn’t tell if the color was black or dark brown, but from where I was sitting, it seemed to have a wavy texture. her smoky eye makeup gave her an air of mystery and her pouty gloss-covered lips were turned down in a frown.

In that moment, I wanted to see her smile. A face like that should never have a frown upon it.

Shit, she was gorgeous, and not in that ostentatious way that I’d been accustomed to.

she wasn’t someone I’d normally appraise, but she captivated Me the moment she stepped through the club doors. I hadn’t dated many women of color, and by “dated” I mean courted. I had a few romps in the hay but nothing significant or lasting.

When it came to dating, I hadn’t expanded My horizons. My track record consisted mostly of thin brunettes and a few blondes. Occasionally, a redhead would thrill Me, but this woman . . . she was different from the women I usually found attractive. Aside from her physical differences, she possessed a unique style that I found charming.

A smiled curved My lips as I continued to observe her—the woman was sexy as hell. I willed the beautiful vision before Me to bend over. And as if she heard My silent request, she tucked her purse under her arm and bent at the waist to adjust her garter belt and sheer black thigh-highs. A pair of ruffled panties that matched the color of her blazer peeked out from underneath the short skirt she wore. My mouth watered as My eyes scanned the entire length of her body all the way down to her stiletto-clad feet.

she was petite with an hourglass figure, and reminded Me of a classic pinup: neither rail thin nor too big. her body was what wet dreams were made of. If I were to take a guess, her height hovered somewhere around five-foot-three.

her angelic face hardened when she was seized by a coughing fit. Apparently, the cigarette smoke of nearby patrons was bothersome. The air-conditioning in Spanxxx was flowing comfortably but the air-filtration system didn’t seem to be aiding the cocoa-colored beauty.

she continued to cough while her companion leaned over her and rubbed her back. From My observation, it looked as if her companion was asking if she was okay. Despite her rich skin tone, the coughing fit seemed to redden her face.

The beauty’s companion left her alone and made a quick trip to the bar. her companion stood next to Me, squeezing in between a few patrons, and requested a bottle of water. The bartender grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and handed it to the woman. she handed the bartender what looked to be two dollar bills, grabbed the water, and headed back to the gorgeous vision. The beauty accepted the offering and chugged the water.

As I watched her, My dick stirred in My pants. What can I say? I was turned on watching those full lips wrap around the bottle.

Oh, to be that bottle . . .

micah

my week had been hellish with prepping for the new exhibit and all the other things my boss threw my way. i swear Joan Holloway must have believed i had been put on this earth to serve her.

i was no stranger to hard work. my job as an assistant registrar kept me in high-pressure situations, but managing projects, staff, and her craziness had gotten to me. Thank God for kisa and her horny, crunchy granola-eating self. For months she’d flooded my email with invitation-only fetish events. i guess she considered my dating life to be pathetic and worried that i’d end up as a shut-in with an assortment of vibrators and cats to pass the time.

kisa, that girl . . . i absolutely love her to death, but good grief, her legs spread like butter. Many a Dom has had her Country Crock. Tonight, she was about getting laid, and i was about letting loose with a new friend and a little play.

Spanxxx was hosting a sub/slave auction, and kisa had guilted me into signing up after she learned i had been spending most nights alone drinking wine like it was going out of style. Private collectors can be some of the most unbearable prima donnas. i’m not Olivia Pope; i can’t work miracles. Coordinating loans from overseas institutions, working for a curator who had a habit of throwing everything but the kitchen sink my way, and handling an overstressed staff had me not only drinking more than usual, but i also used my rescue inhaler twice this week. In the past, even in the midst of high-stress situations, i hardly touched the thing. miss holistic, yoga guru, said i needed to make room for meditation in my life, that maybe it’d help get my asthma under control. But before kisa lead me on a path to Zen, i figured i should make an appointment with my doctor for a checkup.

Monday. Real-life concerns could wait until Monday.