The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance (7 page)

micah maintained eye contact momentarily before dropping her gaze to My glasses on the coffee table. her teeth once again grazed her bottom lip as she shifted on the sofa.

I was beginning to think micah was full of nervous energy, and I have to say, I took great pleasure in her attempt to control her demeanor while she spoke.

she raised her eyes to Mine and continued. “i’m flexible. While many things may not be my cup of tea, i think it’s good for a sub and her Dom to explore. her boundaries are pushed because she trusts Him not to do anything to harm her emotionally or physically.”

I rose up from the chair and walked over to where micah sat. her eyes intently focused on My towering form until I was so close that she was forced to lean back to meet My gaze. I extended My hand and she took it without delay. she was a good girl, such a good girl, displaying obedience without the slightest hesitation.

I pulled her up from the sofa a bit more roughly than I intended, but I didn’t regret it. her body pressed firmly against My chest. Fuck, she smelled amazing. I placed My hands on the small of her back, just slightly above the curve of her ass, and nuzzled against her ear.

It was clear from the sigh that escaped her lips, micah was feeling some kind of way about Me. she was turned on, and that was good. Very good.

I whispered in her ear, “My hard limit is sharing. I do not share under any circumstances, micah. What’s Mine is Mine, so that puts a damper on your threesome plans.”

Even though micah had an unfulfilled fantasy, and I was all about meeting My woman’s needs, there was no way I was going to let another Man fuck My pretty girl. she was Mine. And her pussy was Mine. I share many things, but pussy was never one of them.

“I’m also in agreement with your other hard limits,” I said as My breath caused tiny goose bumps to rise along micah’s neck and jaw.

she tried to wriggle out of My grasp, but I wanted her to feel what she did to Me. There was no way to hide My erection.

I let her out of My embrace, offering My hand to her once more. she didn’t make eye contact, which disappointed Me, but she did take My hand.

“When I gave you the tour of My condo, micah, I neglected to show you one room in particular: My playroom. Would you like to see it?”

she nodded without hesitation. In that moment, she looked coy, demure, wanting, eager. I wanted a taste every ounce of her.

We had briefly discussed the possibility of play when we’d spoken on the phone, but nothing was set in stone. I think she and I were on the same page tonight, though. I wanted her in that room—she belonged there and she knew it.

More than anything, I wanted to kiss her. Those lush lips of hers were calling out to Me and I wanted to devour them. Throughout the evening, I’d witnessed a variety of smiles from micah. When she laughed and lit up, that was by far My favorite.

I interlaced micah’s fingers with Mine and made a path down the corridor toward My sanctuary. For the past couple of years, I only played at clubs like Spanxxx or private parties. I hadn’t brought a woman to My playroom in five long years. I missed sharing My special place with a special lady—My special lady.

Showtime.

micah

The music pulsing through the sound system gave me chills. “Flamenco Sketches” provided the soundtrack of the moment. He was a Miles Davis fan. There was no way for Him to know, but
Kind of Blue
was my favorite album by the trumpeter. It’s one of those must-have albums for a jazz enthusiast.

The musical taste of most men i’d dated recently was questionable. i was starting to believe the art of seduction via love songs had died, but Rick had me rethinking my stance.

Music was the gateway to the soul. It conveyed what words alone could not; it seemed that Rick understood that. His musical selection was perfect. The soft tapping of the drums. The purr of the saxophone and trombone. The quiet plink of the piano. The riffing, the trills, the chords all flowed around my eardrums like warm caramel.

His musical selection told me that He was the kind of Man who liked to take His time. my stomach continued to do flips as He took my hand and led me down the dimly lit corridor. i got the feeling He was about to turn my world upside down.

He stopped in front of a door i had pegged as the laundry room during the initial tour and pulled a lone key from His pants pocket. He unlocked the door and entered ahead of me into the darkened space, and then switched on the lights.

i was immediately struck by the view. The twinkling lights of Midtown Manhattan illuminated the room through panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. Times Square sparkled in the distance as Rick fiddled with the dimmer on the wall. Softer lighting cast a smooth glow over the room. This was His playroom, where He was most Himself.

Wow. He must really really like me.

my gaze was fixed on the view of the city when Rick filled my line of sight.

“We’re high enough up, but the windows are made of privacy glass.” His lip pulled up on one side to reveal a deep dimple. “In case you were uncomfortable.”

This Man just got better and better.

He turned and moved to the window. His muscles rippled under His clothing when He reached for the pulley to close the drapes.

my God. This was unreal.

“Feel free to look around,” He said from His position at the window while my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.

“Thank You, Sir.” i could feel His eyes on me, watching my every move.

One wall showcased a variety of floggers and paddles and chains hanging from hooks. my gaze lifted to the ceiling, where more hooks were located. This space did not belong to a Man who simply had a hobby. Rick took His play seriously. Very seriously.

i ran my hand along the spanking bench, but my attention was on the Saint Andrew’s Cross.

my thoughts shifted back and forth between worry and inadequacy as my eyes landed on a rattan cane leaning against the wall where the floggers were housed.

Rick wrapped His hands around my waist, pulling me out of my thoughts by leaning His sculpted frame against my back. He was a giant compared to me. Even in these heels, Rick easily dwarfed me. They say size doesn’t matter, but with Rick, size was everything, and i felt everything pressing up against me. He ran His nose across my jaw and back again, His stubble raising goose bumps on my skin with each pass. And then His lips were on my flesh. Hot. Wet. Firm but supple.

“I’ve finally got you where I’ve wanted you for the longest time,” He whispered just behind my ear.

i wasn’t having an asthma attack, but i couldn’t breathe.

Rick moaned against my neck, latching on, swirling His tongue along my skin, followed by wet, open-mouthed kisses. “I hadn’t wanted to bring a woman in here until I met you.”

It was a miracle i was still standing because i’m pretty sure i was dreaming.

He opened His hand wide, palming my belly and pressing me against Him even more. “I’m very serious about making you Mine, micah.”

Arousal and terror had me trembling at Rick’s hand.

He spun me around so we were face to face. i bit my lip, wanting to say or do something that would quiet the storm in Rick’s eyes.

“Goddamn,” He moaned before kissing me. i’d been longing for this moment, waiting for the warmth of His mouth to stake its claim, and He delivered.

The gentle brush of His lips against mine became more firm, more insistent. He devoured me whole. i sighed, luxuriating in the perfection of Rick’s touch. The deep flavors of the wine lingered on His tongue, making me crave more of Him. His hand held me at the top of my neck and His fingers tangled in the hair at my nape. Rick’s other hand gripped the hem of my dress. He alternated between sucking on my bottom lip and swirling His tongue around mine.

Music and moans filled the room. Miles hit a high note and Rick pressed me harder against His hips. my hands flew to His hair and shoulder at the feel of Him; i would soon be on the verge of an orgasm if Rick kept up His taunting. How is it that a kiss could feel this good? Every bit of Him, from His tongue to His fingertips, sent tingles down my spine and made my head spin. Damn.

Experiencing an emotional connection with someone could be scary. It was completely overwhelming, especially when the other person was doing everything in His power to make me to fall for Him. If He kept kissing me like that, Rick wouldn’t have to work too hard before i would be completely smitten.

Why does
“
smitten
”
have a romantic connotation when its root word means
“
to knock down
”
? i guess that’s what falling in lo—
Reluctantly, i pulled away, breaking the kiss and then turning from Him.

my thoughts were a jumbled mess, and i didn’t like feeling so out of control. On one hand, i wanted more of Him; on the other hand, things were happening too fast. my life had become a cliché—this moment had all the thrilling terror of a roller coaster ride, and i did not want it to stop until it was truly over. As long as Rick was at the controls, i never wanted this ride to stop.

So why did i feel like this was wrong? my eyes wrenched shut and i crossed my arms over my chest, holding on to my shoulders.

i had traveled past Butterflyville and found myself lost in Queasyland. Would i be enough? Was i what He truly wanted? Although i had never been owned, i had played often over the years. But would my limited experience be enough to live up to His standards?

my lungs burned. He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up. i opened my eyes and released a long breath. There was nothing i could do but confront His scrutiny.

“Is My pretty girl unhappy?” He asked.

“N-no, Sir. i’m okay.” i’m sure He didn’t believe me.

Rick bent to meet my eyes. “micah, one thing I will always ask is that you speak the truth even if you think I’ll disapprove. It’s okay to feel how you do—I feel it too.” He pulled my hands down and held them in His, never taking His deep blue eyes off my face. “you’re scared because you’re feeling emotionally vulnerable. your body is responding to Me, but your thoughts are swirling in different directions.”

There’d never been an issue before. But with Rick, the distance i’d put between my body and my heart disappeared, and i was on the verge of freaking the fuck out.

“you don’t have to be afraid—not of Me.” He rubbed His thumb over my bottom lip and tugged, prying it from between my teeth. “It’s kind of hard to concentrate when you do that. . . .” He continued to stroke my lip while He spoke. “I’m here with you, micah. We’re both taking a risk.”

“We have to trust each other,” i said in barely a whisper.

“Exactly.” He pulled away from me and began unbuttoning His shirt, then tossed it onto the bondage table.

Sweet heavenly Father, i found it difficult to tear my eyes away from His sculpted torso. All of that was hidden underneath a lab coat? i figured He’d spent a lot of time in the gym, but the Man was so physically attractive that my lips quivered. Rick’s physique was, in a word, impressive.

“Do you want to do this, micah?” One side of His face lifted into a sly smile and raised eyebrow.

i wanted to kiss that smug look off His face. He seemed to enjoy me standing there ogling Him and drooling like a doofus.

“We can stop if you want. It won’t change anything. Our evening can take a different path, and that’s perfectly fine with Me. you control what happens here. I move at your pace.”

He took a risk by welcoming me into His sanctuary. If i wanted something real, i had to take a risk, too. What if Rick was the catalyst for lasting change in my life?

“There’s absolutely no pressure for you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. you tell Me, pretty girl, what do you want?”

He stood in front of me, leaning against the spanking bench with His arms crossed against His hulking chest, awaiting my response.

i allowed my gaze to linger on the implements hanging from the wall. What did i want? i wanted to break down walls. i wanted to step outside of my comfort zone. i wanted to say good-bye to temporary arrangements. i wanted to be with Him in this space. Most of all, i wanted to explore this connection Rick and i shared. What if this was the start of something? i wanted to let go with Him and only Him.

“Yes, Sir, i want to give this a shot.”

He nodded. “Very well,” He replied with a sly grin. Clearly, He was pleased by my response.

“What’s your safe word, micah?” He asked as i stared at His well-defined chest.

my eyes continued to trail down His chest, stopping at His midsection.
Abs for days.
Of course i would have a one-track mind. Rick was exceedingly attractive in all His shirtless glory, but He didn’t strike me as the type to bank on His physical appeal. i was glad. He was so much more than a pretty face.

“‘Cookie,’ Sir,” i blurted out, shifting in my heels.

He laughed. “Cookie? Hmm, interesting choice. Cute. Very cute.”

“So, no race play, no verbal or physical degradation, no play with anyone under twenty-one—which is irrelevant, since I don’t share—no animals, no fisting, no bodily fluids. I’m assuming you mean piss, shit, and blood, is that correct?

“Yes, You’re correct,” i responded.

His tone was different—it was very much the tone He held when i was His patient and He rattled off questions regarding my medical history. He was in Doctor mode.

“Am I missing anything as far as your hard limits are concerned, micah?” He slowly circled me. Studying me. Examining me.

i remained still and kept my eyes downcast, unsure of what i should do next. “No, Sir, that’s all for now.”

“How much do you like that dress?” He asked.

“i like it very much, Sir. It fits me like a glove and cost a pretty penny.”

“you do wear it well. I’m rather fond of it Myself, so I promise not to tear it. I would like to see you wear it for Me again,” He said, gently running His fingers along my collarbone as He continued to circle me.

He was so close.

He briefly paused to stand in front of me and i shivered. my eyes traveled upward, landing on His pecs when they twitched before He once again moved out of my line of sight. The proximity of His body, His voice, His scent . . . heady.