Unsatiated with Dad's Best Friend: Taboo Romance

by Ami Snow

  “Hello?” asked Jane.

  Suddenly she heard a voice that was all too familiar.

  “Hello Jane.”

  “Eric? But how did you get my number?”

  “I have my sources.”

  “What do you want Eric?”

  “You know what I want, it’s only one thing, it’s only ever been one thing, you.”

  “Look, I’m sorry that I don’t have feelings for you Eric, I really am, but this has got to stop, if you call me again, I’m notifying the cops, you got that?”

  Eric hung up and Jane went back to bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow she heard the phone ring again. She was suddenly filled with rage, that was until she looked at the caller ID and noticed it was Amy.

  “Hi Amy, where have you been?”

  “Sorry I got a little held up. Meet you tomorrow at the library again?”

  “Sure,” said Jane.

  Once she hung up she thought for a while. Something just didn’t seem right. She heard the front door close and she went downstairs to take a look. It was Aaron.

  “Had fun did you?” she asked him while she sat at the top of the stairs.

  He looked up at Jane and smiled.

  “There’s something I wanna show you Janey.”

  “You do know what the time is right?”

  “Just stop complaining and follow me will you.”

  Jane did as he asked. She still felt some regret for the way she had treated him so she almost felt like she owed him. Once she was dressed, they walked up the road.

  “So where are you taking me?” asked Jane.

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Well I don’t like surprises.”

  “Trust me, you’ll like this one.”

  After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at a hill and once they got to the top, Jane was confused.

  “Okay, so now what?”

  Aaron didn’t answer and just laid down.

  “Erm what are you doing? Have you gone completely crazy?”

  “Just copy me,” said Aaron, still smiling.

  She decided to do what he asked again and laid down on her back. She finally looked up and saw what looked like a million stars above them. She gasped.

  “It’s so beautiful!” said Jane.

  “I told you you’d like it.”

  She looked at him, deep into his eyes, and he looked right back. She wanted him, she was aroused by his creativity and passion, and this was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her, so she began to get wet again. She kissed him, and suddenly they both began to kiss and grope each other violently.

  “Aaron I want you to do me like the dirty girl I am.”

  As soon as she finished talking he slapped her on the ass and she squealed.

  “Harder.”

  He slapped her again, harder and she screamed even louder. His hand left a red mark on her asscheek. He began to fuck her doggystyle, just like he did with Lucy. He grabbed her hair and started ramming her as hard as he could. Jane’s whole body began to shiver and shake, and her eyes rolled over. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, his strong, manly hands gliding across her arched back. It sent a shiver up her spine. She had never been treated like this, it was so rough, just like she imagined it would be with him. He began to kiss her neck and she smiled.

  After they both came, they sat there and looked up at the stars. Jane watched Aaron closely. Even though she knew about his mother, his past was still a mystery to her.

  “Don’t you ever wish you could float away? Just keep floating ‘til you’re so small you look like a star to the rest of the people down here who look up. That’d be cool.”

  “Are you high?” asked Jane.

  He burst out laughing. Probably. High on life that’s for sure.

  “Y’know, I always thought you were a bad boy.”

  “Whatever gave you that idea?” he asked.

  “Well, from what I hear you’ve been in and out of prison so many times that my mom lost count, you have sex with anything in a skirt, and you vandalize public property.”

  “Woah, anything else you wanna add to that list?”

  “Yeah, and you can be a real asshole.”

  He started laughing again.

  “But you wouldn’t just have sex with a bad boy, especially if he was your stepbrother, so you must have changed your mind right?”

  “Yeah, you’re right, I did change my mind.”

  “So what do you think about me now.”

  “I think you’re deeper than I gave you credit for. You had a tough life, and you’re interests are, well, interesting. But the jury’s still out.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Because you’re still an asshole sometimes.”

  They walked back home holding hands, still looking up at the stars from time to time.

  The next day she woke up early and jumped out of bed. The thought of seeing Aaron soon was making her excited already. She went to his room and knocked on the door. There was no answer.

  Maybe he’s having breakfast? She thought.

  She went downstairs but he was nowhere to be seen. She thought about where he could be, but drew a blank. She decided to go and study in the library. When she got there, she sat at the table that she and Amy usually sit at, and began studying. After a few moments, she went to get a book and as she walked past the rows of bookshelves, she heard moaning. It got louder and louder the closer she came to the ‘Law’ section of the library. In-between one of the rows of bookshelves she finally found the source of the noise. It was Amy.

  She was standing bent over with her face towards Jane and her panties were pulled all the way down to one of her ankles. Aaron was fucking her from behind and she moaned every time he plunged his cock deeper. Jane gasped and Amy looked up. She froze in fear.

  “Hi J…Jane,” said Amy whilst still being fucked.

  Aaron stopped and looked up. He and Jane made eye contact for a few seconds. Tears started to swell in Jane’s eyes and she quickly ran off sobbing.

  “Jane wait, I can explain,” said Aaron as he ran after her, still in the process of pulling up his pants.

  “Go ahead, fuck my best friend, just leave me alone.”

  She took her stuff from the table and left.

  How could I have trusted him? She thought. And Amy! What a bitch! Some best friend she turned out to be.

  As soon as she got home and sat down she felt her phone vibrate. It was Amy apologizing and asking to meet. Jane dismissed the message and put her phone away.

  God what an asshole, she thought. How could I let him use me just like all the other girls. Just another notch on his bedpost.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by another message on her phone. This time it was Eric.

  I am at The Tavern bar if you change your mind about our relationship.

  Normally she wouldn’t have replied. Every time Eric managed to find out her cellphone number, she would ditch it and buy a new one. It was the easiest way to get rid of him. But this time was different. She was in a vulnerable state. This time she decided to reply.

  I’ll be there in an hour.

  When she got there, the bar was almost empty. There were a few guys who looked like truckers sat at a table in the corner. Jane scanned the room and saw Eric sitting at the bar smiling at her and she walked over.

  “I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show up,” he said.

  The bartender came over.

  “Two martinis please,” said Eric.

  “Ah, you still remember what I drink,’ said Jane.

  “Of course, I remember everything about you.”

  “Oh that’s so sweet.”

  She felt like it was creepy, but tonight was different. Tonight she wanted to be with someone who loved her intensely, that would do anything for her. But most of all, tonight she wanted revenge. She took a sip from her martini and listened to Eric talk about how successful he was at his latest job. She watched his
lips and began to zone out, his voice became inaudible and everything went blurry. She fainted.

  When she came to, she woke up to find herself in an apartment she’d never been in before. She didn’t recognize any of the furniture but saw a window to the far left of the room. She tried to get up but her arms and legs wouldn’t move. She looked at them and found to her horror that she’d been strapped down to the bed.

  “Don’t struggle Jane, the ties I’ve used will only get tighter the more you struggle so try to stay as calm as possible.”

  Jane recognized the voice.

  “Eric? What are you doing? Why are you doing this?”

  “Because I love you Jane, I’ve loved you my whole life. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have you.”

  “Eric this is crazy, don’t do this, you’re a nice guy, I know that, it’s not too late, you can just untie me and we can talk.”

  Eric laughed.

  “I’m not stupid Jane, I wasn’t born yesterday. I know you wanna escape, it’s only natural. But I’m afraid I can’t untie you until you know.

  “Know what?”

  “Until you know how much I love you.”

  “Believe me I know how much you love me, but tying me up doesn’t really help your cause now does it?”

  “Nono, you don’t understand Jane, you will never know how much love I have for you until I show you. That was the mistake I made last time. Once you experience true, ultimate love with me, then you’ll finally understand.

  He took off his clothes and walked towards her. His body was covered in tattoos. A dragon was wrapped around his whole torso and there where skulls on fire inked on his chest.

  Jane started to panic again and tried to wriggle free.

  “Don’t be afraid, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

  “Wait, please, just wait. Why don’t you untie one of my hands?”

  “Oh come on Jane.”

  “I’m serious, if you’re gonna show me what true love is, I wanna at least be able to touch you. Your face, your body. Women have needs too Eric.”

  She was bluffing but it worked.

  “Okay, but no funny business Jane, understand?”

  “Of course,” she replied.

  He came closer and untied her right hand. The minute he did, she punched him square in the mouth. He staggered and then collapsed onto the floor. Jane was shocked.

  Wow what a lightweight, she thought.

  She began to untie her left hand. She was almost done when she suddenly saw Eric standing over her.

  “That was a nice shot Jane, now you’re gonna have to be punished.”

  Jane began to scream as he tied her hand back up, this time a little tighter than before.

  “You make me so angry sometimes Jane. Why do you resist me every step of the way. I guess we have to compromise when we’re in a relationship but you do realize that I’m gonna have to dole out some strict punishment right? He stood there and looked at her for a while.

  “I’m gonna leave you alone to think about your actions. It’ll also give me time to decide the best punishment that fits the crime. You’re gonna learn one way or another Jane.”

  A feeling of dread descended on her.

  I’m never getting out of here, she thought. I’m gonna die in this place.

  She closed her eyes and resigned herself to death. She pictured her mother’s face. Then she thought back to Aaron as he fucked her—his manly chest, muscular shoulders.

  Aaron, I wish you were here right now.

  She opened her eyes and looked out of the window. He was just like she remembered, he smiled and waved. She knew it was her imagination but she wished so much that he was real, that he would come and save her. She watched him as he tapped on the window.

  Wait a minute; figments of your imagination don’t tap on the window! She thought.

  Aaron it’s really you! She shouted.

  He forced his elbow through the glass and it shattered. Eric had heard all of the noise and came rushing in.

  “Who are you? Get outta here.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” said Aaron.

  Eric picked up a baseball bat he had hidden behind the door and swung at Aaron. Aaron ducked and backed away.

  “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said.

  “You don’t wanna hurt me?” replied Eric. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one holding the bat.”

  He swung again, this time it connected with Aarons shoulder, and he collapsed to the ground.

  “Aaron no!” screamed Jane. “You monster!”

  Eric smiled and came towards her.

  “I guess that was your little hero huh? Pathetic.”

  Jane saw Aaron getting up. He grabbed Eric’s shoulder, swung him around and punched him. Eric was out cold this time. He looked over at Jane and smiled.

  “Miss me?”

  He started untying the bindings on her hands.

  “Wait, stop!” said Jane.

  “What is it? What’s wrong?” asked Aaron.

  “How do you feel about doing a woman who’s tied up?”

  “Is that what you’re into Jane?”

  She just smiled at him. He didn’t need another invitation and lunged at her, kissing her passionately. He climbed up onto the table and took off his pants. Jane watched as he stood over her. His cock swinging just above her. She marveled at it. It was huge and erect. A line of precum dripped out and onto her stomach.

  “Stick it in my mouth.”

  Aaron did as she asked and bent down with her head between his legs. He stuck his cock in her mouth and she immediately started licking his head. She could feel the salty precum as she lapped it up and tried to move her head forward in order to deepthroat him. She managed to go halfway and held her head there. Aaron moaned in pleasure and started gyrating his hips causing his cock to go in and out.

  After a few moments he pulled his cock out of her mouth and got off the table. He walked over to the other side and buried his head in between her legs and began to flick his tongue on her swollen clit. Jane began to tremble, No guy had ever done this to her before, and Aaron seemed to be pretty good at it. Her pussy was yearning, aching for his large cock and it was driving her crazy.

  “Fuck me Aaron, stop teasing and just fuck me!”

  Aaron smiled, he knew exactly what he was doing. He teased her until she couldn’t take it anymore and then pushed his cock deep into her pussy. She gasped as he did and then froze like a contorted statue. Aaron felt her pussy clench his cock and saw her thighs trembling from the overload of pleasure. Jane had never experienced such an intensely pleasurable orgasm before and she was loving every second of it.

  He gently began to fuck her, first just entering with the tip of his cock, then going halfway. She moaned with pleasure. The fact that she was bound to the table heightened the experience. It made it feel more dangerous, more thrilling. She didn’t want him to stop.

  He began to fuck her faster and faster and she watched as the glistening sweat dripped from his body and onto her. He kept going until they both came violently. He remained on top of her and looked into her eyes.

  “I’m sorry about fucking Amy, I realized I love you and wanna be with you. I won’t cheat on you again.”

  “Thanks Aaron, that’s really sweet of you, but could you untie me now?”

  Aaron sat for a moment with his finger on his chin.

  “Aaron?”

  “Let’s give it a minute,” he finally replied.

  THE END

  Love for the Gold Digger

  Fascination Publishing

  BDSM

  By: Amanda Bolton

  Gold Digger Fascination

  “Sorry to disturb you Mr. Phillips but Captain Burke is asking permission to come back and have a private word with you if it is okay?” I sit up in my armchair and open my eyes to look at my pretty stewardess. This is only her second flight in my Gulfstream Private Jet but already she has proved efficient and reliable. “Thank you Stepha
nie, please tell Alan to come on back, I will see him now.” As the girl goes forward to the flight deck to deliver my message I bring my chair to the vertical position and locate my glasses in the drawer of my computer desk where I had placed them before nodding off over the China Sea a few hours earlier. We are on an unscheduled flight to Darwin in the Northern Territory of Australia where I have an appointment with two part Australian Aboriginal women who are gaining a worldwide reputation among the rich and famous for providing a unique service for those of us poor wretches who have specific requirements when engaging in sexual practices. A fellow billionaire gave me the tip in a board meeting in Beijing a couple of days previously and called my security chief and asked him to set up a date for me to visit them. When he got back to me an hour later it was only to inform me that they were fully booked for twelve months. Bitterly disappointed I instructed him to call them back and offer to double or treble their normal fee, in fact I gave him carte blanche to use any means at his disposal to secure me a meeting. He did so and we are heading their now, should land in Darwin in another three hours, I can hardly control my eager anticipation. “Sorry about this Mr. Phillips but the matter is urgent.” I look up to see my Flight Captain, Alan Burke, standing alongside me. “That’s quite alright Captain, what seems to be the problem? Please take a seat, no need to stand on ceremony at this altitude.” Smiling at my small joke Alan sits opposite me and I can read the concern on his craggy features. “We have a pressure leak on number two engine Sir, it is not dangerous at this time but I feel we should land and have it seen too. I don’t like to risk flying for another three hours plus, if the situation becomes critical and leaks fuel it could escalate to highly dangerous instantly. I would like your permission to seek emergency landing status at Cebu International airport in The Philippines. I know a crew there who will rectify our engine overnight, and it is within fifteen minutes of our present position.” I did not hesitate for a second, Alan Burke was not one of the highest paid Jet Pilots for nothing, he has flown them all of his life and in the fifteen years he was worked for me has never made a wrong call yet. “Certainly Alan, you have my permission to do whatever you feel is necessary. Keep me in the loop, if you need funds transferred or local cash obtained, I will be staying in Cebu Ritz Carleton; just message me there with your requirements.” I followed Alan up to the cockpit and watched the professional at work, simultaneously rewriting a flight plan diverting us down to Cebu and calling their tower to seek emergency landing status so as not to be stacked up in a gridlock flight pattern above the airport with the other passenger jets. “Flight CRX niner niner niner calling Cebu Flight tower. This is Mr. Roger Phillip’s private Gulfstream Jet en route from China to Australia with fuel pressure problems, seeking emergency landing status.” Watching the Captain finish the flight plan and put the log book back under the seat while disengaging auto-pilot and trimming the aircraft for decent was like watching a symphony, hands and feet operating buttons and levers and pedals and all the time maintaining a level and steady aircraft, he was a pleasure to watch when there was any difficulty. His calm efficient manner as he spoke to the tower and handled the plane at the same time instilled the upmost confidence in me; I knew I was in the best possible hands. An amateur pilot myself I knew enough to know I was watching the Master here, the ultimate flying Guru. As I felt the nose dip I realized he had obtained permission to land so I retraced my steps to my lounge chair and buckled up, I have learned from experience that it is difficult for staff to give instructions to the billionaire owner of the plane. Suddenly the plane heaves and bucks and I see a huge orange fireball under the starboard wing. Alan’s calm strong voice comes over the cockpit loud speaker system. “I apologize for the turbulence, number two engine has developed a fuel leak which was ignited by the jet flame, I am suppressing the engine and the fuel is now turned off, foam extinguishers have been activated and we will continue down to Cebu immediately on one engine. Everything is in control and we have been given emergency landing status and will be on the ground in six minutes. Please remain seated with your safety belts bucked up, I am going to dip the nose down and make a very steep descent, I repeat that everything is in control and there is no reason for panic.” No sooner had Alan’s voice stopped when my plane felt as if it was standing on its nose as we seemed to heading down almost vertically. In these situations, even though I have one of the best men in the world at the controls telling me calmly there is nothing to be concerned about, there is always the gut wrenching fear that the worst scenario possible will occur and we will drop out of the sky from fifty thousand feet up in the air and that’s the stone cold end of one Roger Phillips: the billionaire owner of the largest shipping and transport companies on the planet. Hands gripping the armrests until my knuckles grow white I look across at my new stewardess seated in the jump seat near the door. I can see her eyes are closed and her lips are moving in silent prayer. Excellent idea, bowing my head I make a few plea bargains with the ALMIGHTY myself during the next six minutes. Although I am positive Alan’s time prediction would be absolutely perfect, it seemed hours before the plane dropped smoothly onto the Cebu runway and followed the emergency flashing lights of the fire trucks and security vehicles detailed to guide us the workshop area. I looked over at Stephanie again, “Say a thank you to HIM for me too Stephanie,” I smile. The shapely girl does her post flight checks and opens the door, standing on the mobile steps outside the plane is a man in his early fifties wearing a uniform covered in gold braid. Instructing Stephanie that he is one Captain Delgrado, chief of immigration at Cebu airport and if she would present him with Mr. Philipp’s passport there would be no need to disturb the important man any further. He would see that it was stamped and cleared along with the rest of the plane crew personally. It would seem the airport security chief had done a little investigating on his own, I chuckled to myself. I am not completely familiar with the percentage but I believe I have a substantial investment in every truck in all of the Philippine’s international airports. Leaving the capable young hostess to dell with the braided captain I walked up to the cockpit again. Alan was talking in Tagalog, the local language, and I presumed it was to his mechanical buddies. I waited patiently as he finished his call and at the same time automatically did his shut down procedures. On the odd occasion when I can find the time to fly my plane I have to follow the book step by step for the pre-flight and post-flight instructions. They are varied and complex, and my Captain is relaxed and talking on the phone as his hands calmly perform the task almost absent mindedly. When he is done he stands up and joins me in the doorway, “The crew will be here in an hour Sir, with your permission I will remain with the aircraft while it is here. The head mechanic is an old air force buddy of mine from our RAAF days and he has already given me two probable causes for the mishap.” Only Alan could call a flaming engine at fifty thousand feet a mishap, I thought to myself. I almost needed to change my trousers when I saw the fireball. I was thankful for the fact he had elected to stay with the plane, I have heard many stories about petty theft and worse from luxury aircraft left unattended at airports, and this was one of the most expensive private jets available. “I would be grateful if you would please Alan,” I agreed. “I will direct Stephanie to give you a platinum master-card, it has unlimited credit, do whatever it takes to get us back into the air as soon as possible.” Then re-thinking those terrifying moments when I saw the flames and Alan nosed us down vertically for our emergency landing, I added. “But don’t take any short cuts, and don’t spare any expense. There is absolutely no need for you to request permission from me before you use that card Alan, just do it right no matter what the cost. You have carte blanche and all my own authority to rectify the problem.” Relieved the man started to relax, “Incidentally Sir, I took the liberty of requesting the Ritz Carleton’s limousine be sent for you, it should arrive on site in about fifteen minutes.” Thanking him again I went back to the lounge and asked Stephanie what she wanted to do, stay here or go in
to Cebu. “With your permission Sir I should like to stay with the plane. There are some things out of place in the lockers and kitchen cabinets and I would like to do a thorough equipment check and tidy up.” I have said it before and I will say in again, if you pay peanuts you get monkeys. I want the best and pay accordingly, for that I get expert service that is over and above the normal job descriptions. I thanked the dedicated girl and made a mental note to pay both her and Alan a substantial bonus for their loyalty and consideration. Noting the braided immigration man was still hanging about I decided not to de-plane until he has gone. I am not a snob but these obsequious self-important men who cover themselves in gold braid have little to say that would interest me. They are always to be found in third world countries, usually in positions provided by a family member who is currently in power in some political position, have bribed or bought their way into it. As an aside, I told Stephanie to give him a thousand dollars from the petty cash draw, these officials are all corrupt and their loyalty is easily brought. I sat down in the armchair again, realizing the anti-climax had taken its toll on my body and I was tired. I asked the girl to fix me a scotch and soda and I sipped at the cool refreshing whiskey as I waited for the hotel car. Alan exited the aircraft and I saw a repair truck arrive near the damaged engine. After a few minutes he reappeared at my side, “Sir, Josh has arranged the almost impossible. He has a brand new complete engine in the truck. He asks if we want him to repair our own engine or fit the new one. It will be faster to replace the complete engine and although considerably more expensive it is certainly the safest and most reliable option.” Looking up at him I restated my original instructions, “Alan it is totally your call, do not spare any expense. One scare like that per lifetime is ample sufficiency. Fit the new engine. Make all the decisions necessary yourself; your knowledge and capability in this situation is vastly superior to my own. That is why you are the Captain and I am only a passenger.” I added, “Alan I have complete faith and trust in you, I will back any decision you make here tonight.” Thanking me, he returned to work with his friend installing the new engine and I continued to sip my thousand dollar a bottle single malt as I contemplated a night in the busy environs of Cebu city.