The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance (9 page)

If i didn’t know better, i’d think He was smiling, but i still couldn’t look at Him. i wouldn’t look at Him despite Rick sounding pleased by what happened.

i tried not to dwell on it too much, but i was also afraid of what would happen next—i came when He explicitly forbade me not to. i stared at my brightly colored heels and rubbed my knees together, making the stickiness between my thighs worse.

“you also shave your pussy, which is nice, but I prefer you wax from here on out. But enough about that—we can revisit likes, dislikes, and preferences later.”

“you broke the rules, micah. you came without permission. Remarkably, you resisted three times, which was good, but not good enough. Are you ready to accept your punishment?”

i nodded and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

Rick was intense and exacting in everything He said and did. i was curious yet scared to see what would come next. Would this be a pleasurable experience or an unbearable one?

“Good girl,” He replied.

* * *

Still coming down from one of the most intense orgasms i had ever experienced, my mind was hazy, my eyes glassy and hooded. Euphoria cleared and His words began to replay in my mind.

Are you ready to accept your punishment?

Orgasm denial was always something i failed at. i mean really, who could say they were actually skilled at
not
coming? It’s not like orgasm denial was an Olympic event, but it did require dedicated conditioning and training; i had never been with a Dom long enough for my body to adapt to His demands.

Trying not to cum was hard work. Denying yourself pleasure when it was within your grasp was extremely difficult, but you did it because you knew it was pleasurable for your Dominant.

Rick went through drawers and pulled out various implements i assumed He intended to use on me. If He was trying to intimidate me, it was working. i clenched my thighs together.

“micah, you looked so beautiful coming for Me, but you were told to withstand the pleasure,” He said before walking over to me and placing a black blindfold over my eyes.

Once the blindfold was in place, i was engulfed by Him.

His hands lingered in my hair and on my face, His digits smelling of me, before moving lower, stopping to fondle my breasts, then cup the pulsating flesh between my thighs. Stubble, soft lips, and hot, moist breath grazed my skin, following the trail His hands forged down my body before lingering at my ankles.

The slight pinch and pull of my skin as He secured my legs in the restraints shocked me out of my Rick-induced haze.

i whimpered as my heart sped up in my chest.

“I won’t hurt you, micah. I’d never cause you any harm. It’s always safe, sane, and consensual play. Is that understood?”

i nodded.

He swatted my thigh with His palm. “A verbal response, please.”

“Yes, Sir, i understand.”

“Good girl,” He said, moving about in the playroom.

“Remember My earlier words: you control what happens here. If at any time you wish to stop, we will stop. No questions asked. With that said, let’s do a quick refresher. What’s your safe word again, micah?”

“my safe word is ‘Cookie,’ Sir.”

“And when do you use your safe word?”

“my safe word is to be used when i want play to stop immediately, Sir. i am to use it when i have reached a physical or emotional breaking point.”

“That’s My pretty girl. you understand the rules,” He replied before my darkness was filled with white light.

my anguished yelp couldn’t be helped. The sharpest pain imaginable had just been localized onto my oversensitive nipples.

Fuck!

“Are you fine to proceed, micah?” He asked.

“Y-y-yes, Sir,” i managed to stammer out as Rick ran His thumb across my lips.

Cool metal glided across my flesh, momentarily distracting me from the pain in my nipples.

Rick reached between my thighs and once again found my pearl, latching a clamp to it.

The pressure of the clamp’s rubber-coated teeth didn’t hurt so much as crank up my already heated body to
raging inferno
.

He knew i couldn’t do this, couldn’t hold back. i was set up like a motherfucker.

That smug look He had given me before sending me into darkness made me want to disobey Him all over again.

Tears slipped from underneath the blindfold, but i refused to use the safe word. i was not a masochist, not by a long shot, but i didn’t want to disappoint Him.

Even though i couldn’t see Rick, i knew He was watching my every reaction.

He tugged on the chain, which brought the tips of the clamps together, creating a ridiculous amount of pressure.
Shit, that hurt.
i hadn’t experienced nipple clamps in a long while. It’s an unbearable pain that you never quite forget—that is, if you ever made it through. Kind of what i imagined riding a bike through a minefield might be like.

i was on the cusp of uttering my safe word, but i couldn’t let Him break me. Not tonight, not my first time with Him.

“How’s My pretty girl doing?” He inquired while stroking my hair.

“i-i-i’m fine, Sir,” i replied in between sniffles and gritting my teeth. i tried to think about anything other than my throbbing erogenous zones.

“I’m well aware that you aren’t a masochist, micah, and this is probably very uncomfortable for you, but I need you to realize that there are consequences when you disobey Me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” i replied softly.

While it was still extremely uncomfortable, my body spread-eagle on the Saint Andrew’s Cross was His. He was in complete control of my pain and my pleasure. i was getting to know what pleased Him and what His expectations were.

It was important for me to present as a submissive who took her punishment without complaint. Call it a pride thing, but i was never one to back down from a challenge, and i wasn’t about to change my track record. Fuck that. But i wanted to please Him above anything else. i was all kinds of conflicted.

i waited for Him to do something, say something. He hadn’t touched my body since applying the last clamp. i missed His hands on me. my ears perked up, listening for any clue, when i heard shuffling coming from the direction of the chest of drawers.

i counted backward from one hundred in my head to distract myself from the pain that hung around like a guest who had overstayed their welcome. The pain in my nipples and clit dulled a little, and i was deep in my own headspace when hot droplets dribbled down my nipples and chest.

my screams were quickly cut off by Rick’s mouth covering mine. His tongue probed my mouth as His right hand tugged on the clamp attached to my clit. i went to scream again only to have Him swallow my cries. The tears continued to flow unrestrained beneath my blindfold. It took everything in me to suppress my inherent flight-or-flight instincts. i wanted the torture to end, and i had the power to make it all go away, but the desire to surrender fully to Rick was winning. Tonight, i was determined to step outside my usual level of comfort. my stubbornness was all that kept me from crying out my safe word.

He released my mouth to whisper softly in my ear, “you’re doing beautifully, micah. I anticipated you using your safe word, but I’m delighted that you were able to push yourself. you’re very brave, pretty girl.”

It took me a moment to realize that the thick liquid that flowed down my chest was hot wax.

Rick never mentioned He was into wax play. Then again, i never asked. It wasn’t a topic that we had covered in our lengthy discussions.

As the wax hardened, He took one of my clamped nipples into His mouth, licking and sucking my erect peak. He didn’t let the device keep Him from His target.

He released my nipple and whispered in my ear, His breath sending warm sensations down my spine despite the throbbing of my breasts and clit. “micah, you look beautiful at My mercy. you respond pleasingly to My touch. I’m so proud of you. Seeing you in such a vulnerable state is a huge turn-on. you’ve made My dick incredibly hard.”

He wasn’t lying. i could feel His erection rub against my belly through the fabric of His slacks. His bare chest pressed close to mine, giving me the skin-to-skin contact that i so desperately craved. His tongue once again invaded my mouth. He kissed me with an agonizing affection, and my body went haywire.

He took His time removing the clamps, His hand lingering near my clit. Rick dragged His finger down my slit, and i flinched at His touch.

i couldn’t withstand the sensation; my pearl was so very sensitive.

With a hint of amusement in His tone He said, “Looks like I wasn’t the only one excited by your punishment. you’re soaked, micah. Hmm. Were you turned on by what happened here? And I thought you weren’t into pain. Looks like you can tolerate it for a bit and might even find it a little exciting. We’ve both made a discovery tonight.”

At least one of us was amused by the events that had taken place thus far. This body of mine had betrayed me on every level imaginable.
Damn you, body. Damn you and your betrayal.
How i could experience any euphoria in the face of pain was mystifying, but it happened.

i moaned as His digit moved back and forth against my slit. Oh God, the delicious torment. i was flying high.

Despite my clit being sensitive to His touch, i wanted desperately for Him to finger-fuck me again. Rick abruptly ceased teasing my slit and removed my blindfold.

i blinked wildly. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting and His lust-filled eyes staring into mine. A single tear trickled down my cheek and He wiped it away with His thumb.

He worked to release my hands and feet from the restraints and led me away from the Saint Andrew’s Cross. i looked down at my tender breasts to find they were covered in red wax. You know something? The color looked great against my deep brown complexion. It may have hurt like a motherfucker, but it looked gorgeous.

After tossing the blindfold and clamps onto the bondage table, He used the dimmer to turn off the lights before taking my hand and escorting me down the corridor to His bedroom.

my heels clicked loudly against the hardwood floor with each unsteady step i took.

Once we were inside the bedroom, He fiddled with the dimmer and instructed me to sit on the bed—a luxurious California King covered in a tan and white duvet.

i did as directed while He ducked inside the master bath. i heard water running and Him moving about. A short time later, Rick walked into the bedroom with a basin of soapy water and a washcloth; i couldn’t help but notice His erection was still very prominent against the zipper of His slacks. Was His intention to fuck me or at least ask that i pleasure Him with my mouth? We did have that discussion about birth control, but did that mean He was going to use a condom tonight or was He going to wait to fuck me?

i was anxious to see what the bulge He was packing could do. Usually, i’m not one to fuck a guy on the first date, especially since casual sex isn’t my cup of tea, but He and i were way past being demure—i was just bound naked to a Cross.

One thing was certain: my mind was brimming with thoughts of writhing beneath Him in ecstasy.

i sat on the edge of the bed with my hands clasped in my lap, still reeling from what had transpired, when He made His way to me. Rick placed the basin on the nightstand before kneeling to remove my heels.

“I wouldn’t be a very good Dominant if I didn’t take care of you as I should. Please lie down in the middle of the bed,” He instructed. The softness in His voice while He tended to my needs was heartwarming.

The clock on the nightstand read 12:47 a.m. It really was true: time
did
fly when you were having fun.

Splayed out in the middle of the bed, i watched Rick plunge the washcloth into the steamy water. A fragrant blend of lavender and rose filled the room.

He wrang out the cloth, then cleaned me from head to toe with an extraordinary amount of tenderness, gently removing all traces of wax from my skin. He spent the most time cleaning my pussy, working in silence and with a delicate touch. The warm water mercifully soothed my extremely sore pearl.

When Rick was done, He stood and returned the basin and washcloth to the bathroom. Moments later, He appeared with a slightly larger damp cloth and hovered over me, quietly wiping my face.

i tried my best to avoid making eye contact but failed miserably. His eyes were hypnotic, and as much as i attempted not to look at Him, my eyes were drawn to His.

He kissed my lips softly before standing to place the cloth on the nightstand. He removed His shoes, socks, and slacks before pulling back the covers, neither of us saying a word.

When He placed His slacks on the armchair, my eyes were again drawn to the bulge in His boxer briefs. Obviously, i was intrigued, but i was also concerned. i last had sex a little over a year ago and it looked like what He was packing would hurt. Dear God, i hoped it hurt so good.

my inner pervert was doing the running man.

The outline of His dick looked thick. i smiled the more i thought about it. Based on our exchange earlier, He wanted exclusivity, and i wanted it too. i had set out to test the waters tonight, but now i wanted to set sail with Rick at the helm.

i licked my lips. i was having a difficult time trying to pull my eyes away from His package. Every time i tried to look away, my eyes went right back to the forbidden destination. It was distracting to say the least, and i think He caught me staring.

i jumped when Rick’s voice finally sliced through the silence that lingered between us. “micah, be sure to follow up with your gynecologist this week. Hopefully, you can get an appointment soon. When you receive the prescription, I want you to begin taking it immediately after your next period. It’ll be fully effective in about four weeks. Do you have any questions?”

i shook my head feverishly while my eyes traveled down to His beefy thighs. What i wouldn’t give to feel my legs wrapped around them.

“Verbalize your response, micah,” He replied.

“No, Sir, i don’t have any questions. i’ll see my doctor, fill the prescription, and start taking the pills after my next cycle.”