Table of Contents
Cover
Synopsis
Copyright
Acknowledgements
A Note From The Author
A Little Backstory
Prologue
The Meet and Greet
Playtime
Aftercare
Epilogue
New York City, Late Summer 2009
Like many single women who reside in the city that never sleeps, Micah Foster has had numerous encounters with undesirable men that make her want to renounce love. Just when she’s on the verge of calling it quits in her quest to find love and a sustainable relationship with a Dominant man, her friend Kisa requests her company for a girl’s night out at Spanxxx, a local fetish club. Both Kisa and Micah are seasoned submissive players in the BDSM lifestyle. Micah has been involved in the scene since her early twenties, but she has yet to meet a Dominant she meshes with and takes seriously. Now, at age thirty, she continues to search for a connection that repeatedly eludes her. Under duress, she crosses paths with Dominant Rick Thomas. Unusual and dire circumstances bring the pair together, and he’s exactly what Micah has been searching for.
The Sweetest Taboo is aptly titled. It’s an unconventional erotic love story that provides a different perspective of a relationship involving D/s and BDSM. The reader will follow Micah and Rick’s journey from beginning to end. You’ll laugh, you’ll be turned on, and most of all, you’ll find yourself cheering for their love.
*Disclaimer* If rough sex, an interracial pairing (Black woman/White man), D/s, and BDSM are of no interest to you, you should bypass this story. Intended for a mature and kinky audience. Recommended for adults 18+.
The Sweetest Taboo
An Unconventional Romance
Copyright © 2014 by Harper Miller
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This novel is an original work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover Art and Promotional Materials for The Sweetest Taboo Created by
Taria A. Reed
Editor:
Daphne W. for My Passion’s Pen
Copy Editor:
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Acknowledgements
Violette Dubrinksy: Thank you for creating a wonderful virtual world. Without Fantasyland to facilitate my inspiration, none of this would be happening!
Crystal Moody: You posted a photo during Scene Writing Sunday and a story was born. Thank you for the inspiration.
I also want to say thank you to my fabulous team of amazing people who all had a hand in making this novel happen: Laurel Cremant, Taria A. Reed, Crystal Rae, Daphne W., Alison Velea, Allyn Lesley, Heather Hope, Carolyn P., KJ, and lastly, my beta readers Tamara and Patrice.
LV, Vera, Phyllis, Margaret: Thank you for your support!
A special thank you to the bloggers and street teams who have been extremely helpful with spreading the word about this novel! I appreciate all that you do.
A Note from the Author
While writing these pages, I took a backseat and allowed my characters tell their story. The format in which I wrote this story follows my characters’ narratives. My writing style may be off-putting to some. You will notice that the name of my heroine, micah, appears in lowercase letters throughout the tale despite the rules of grammar. This occurs when she refers to herself and when Rick refers to her. micah refers to Rick using capitalized pronouns. You will also notice when referring to Himself, my hero, Rick, uses capitalized pronouns but when speaking of, to, or about micah, He uses lowercase pronouns.
In some D/s circles, this is common when writing text. It is not the standard, and not all people use this method when writing. Some even take umbrage to its usage. I chose this method to denote the Dominant and submissive dynamic in the relationship. This style of writing will not be everyone’s cup of tea and I am fully aware of that fact; however, it is authentic to my writing process. I wanted to provide readers of this novel some insight into my methodology. With that said, I hope it does not detract from your reading experience.
Thank you for purchasing my novel.
Happy Reading!
A little backstory
Every couple is asked about how they met and fell in love. My wife and I are no different.
I don’t mind telling the story, but after repeating it so many times, it can become tedious. We were offered the opportunity to share our story with the masses when My old friend Mistress Carlisle asked to interview micah and Me as part of Her “Lifestyle D/s Couples” segment on the syndicated radio show She hosts. Our interview would also be tied into Her BDSM-themed blog.
I agreed to do the radio interview while micah agreed to do the write-up of our story for the blog.
After writing her side of things, micah asked Me to contribute My point of view, as I remember it, and here you have both.
Of course, My pretty girl never does anything halfway, and a couple of blog posts turned into a novel of sorts, and makes for an entertaining read for seasoned players and newbies alike.
Mistress Carlisle enjoyed it so much that She suggested we publish it, and passed the manuscript off to a friend of Hers who runs an independent publishing company. So here we are.
Ours is an unconventional love story. . . .
Yours in Kink,
Master Rick
Prologue
Summer 2012
micah
He used the remote control to turn on the entertainment system. In an instant, Prince’s “Insatiable” dripped from the hidden speakers of our bedroom.
my Master had already removed His shoes and socks and was in the process of unbuttoning His shirt. Quickly removing the white dress shirt, He tossed it on top of the dresser before stalking toward me.
His pectoral muscles twitched as He moved and i averted my eyes. my sky-blue nail polish shimmered, then was cloaked in my Master’s shadow.
i chanced a glance up and was met with a stern but sparkling stare. i was done.
“On your knees, pretty girl.”
Nude as the day i was born, i slowly knelt on the plush, cream-colored carpet. His taut abdominal muscles flexed involuntarily as He towered over me. His muscular frame was imposing. i was thrilled to have Him so close. i hadn’t seen my Master in two weeks. Being without His touch for two weeks was torture.
His work had taken Him out of the country for a conference, but i knew once He returned, He would want to reclaim me. After an extended period away, His carnal desires always took center stage. i have to admit i looked forward to those times.
i sat back on my haunches with my eyes downward, per protocol, while i awaited His next command. i leaned into the palm of His slightly calloused hand while He caressed the side of my cheek.
“Has My pretty girl missed her Master?” He asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Although my eyes were downcast, they were fairly level with His open suit pants. i loved when my Master was excited to see me. The outline of His erection in the gray boxer br
iefs told me just how much He had missed me.
He gripped a handful of my hair and twirled it around His fist. my scalp burned, but it didn’t matter. He knew i liked it rough. We had an understanding.
“Look at Me, micah,” He commanded.
i glanced upward into His baby blues just before He slid His thick and erect penis over the waistband of His underwear. “I want to fuck your mouth before I bury Myself in that tight little cunt of yours. Do you understand Me?”
“Yes, Sir,” i replied, nodding eagerly. He pushed my face toward His erection and my tongue maneuvered over the mushroomed tip of His penis while He nudged His way into my mouth. i reached out to take hold of His length when i was quickly reprimanded.
“No hands. Just your mouth, micah,” He growled.
i tried to respond but His dick slamming into my mouth quickly cut off my words.
Dear God, i think i felt my teeth rattle.
i placed my hands on His thighs to hold myself upright while He pounded His length down my throat. i was thankful that i kept up my practice of deep-throating the dildo while He was away. Had i not, i had the feeling i would be in serious trouble right now.
my saliva created a thin film around His dick and my eyes began to water. “That’s My pretty girl. Fuck. your mouth does amazing things to Me, micah.” He grunted, His hands forcefully gripping the sides of my face. One of His hands moved from my face to grip my hair. my mouth and throat were at His mercy, causing tears to fall.
i gasped for every breath.
Just as quickly as His assault began, it ended.
my Master withdrew His dick from my mouth with a loud pop and stumbled away from me, hunched over and breathing heavily. He rested His hands against His muscular thighs. Through my blurred vision, i could see His dick glistening with my spit.
After my Master got His wits about Him, He spoke. “No more, micah, or I’ll cum before it’s time. Goddamn, that mouth of yours is something.”
We were just getting started, and i was so incredibly hot for Him.
With proper posture, chin up and eyes downcast, i leaned back on my haunches with my hands resting on my thighs. During my training a few years ago, my Master stipulated that some version of my stance was proper protocol for most submissives and slaves, but of course, every Dominant was different in His or Her requirements.
He tucked His dick back into His boxer briefs and walked toward me. He slowly advanced and i could feel His eyes studying me. Pulling a handkerchief from His back pocket, He lightly gripped my chin and wiped my mouth, then He used the handkerchief to wipe away my tears.
“My pretty girl,” He whispered softly, caressing my chin.
He knelt, which put me slightly below eye level for Him. i didn’t dare look at Him without permission. Instead, i kept my eyes on the carpet. Lately, my Master loved eye contact restriction. While it was a subtle way for Him to assert His power, it drove me mad. i loathed not being able to look at Him; however, it wasn’t about my desires. He ran the show.
“Look at Me, sweetheart,” He commanded.
Finally, i could look into those baby blues i’d come to love so much.
“I’ve missed you, micah.”
i licked my lips but didn’t reply. He had given me permission to look at Him but not to speak. i would never be presumptuous enough to speak without His permission.
“you may speak, micah.” As always, He read my mind.
“i’ve missed You too, Master. This girl always misses You when You’re away.”
He leaned in. my Master’s lips softly brushed against mine, sending a tingling sensation down my spine. The kiss He honored me with wasn’t too soft or too rough—it was perfect, like most of His kisses. It was filled with need and contained the perfect mixture of lust and passion. He pulled away from me and rose to His full height before walking over to the bed and fetching His belt.
“your Master is very pleased with your performance thus far, micah. I’ve had the appetizer, now I want the main course.”
Based on the intense look in His eyes, i didn’t think we were going to make it to the playroom. my Master looked like a starving Man. i guess in theory that was true: i was His meal, and He was ready to devour me.
my Master pulled me up from the floor by my hair and, with a fistful of my tresses, guided me to the bed. “Climb up,” He commanded.
“Face down, ass up, micah. your hands should be outstretched in front of you.”
i positioned myself as instructed.
He caressed my round bottom and kneaded my asscheeks as if they were the finest dough known to man.
i had made certain that for His return home, i presented myself in a state that was most enjoyable to Him.
“Look at My pretty girl’s pussy. Did you wax for Me, micah?” He asked. If i didn’t know better, i’d think my Master was smiling.
i nodded, pressing my face down into the duvet. i felt the residual sting from the slap He delivered to my right asscheek. It hurt so good.
“Speak, micah.”
my reply was muffled in the duvet. “Yes, Sir. i waxed just for You. i know it’s what You prefer.”
“you’re like a lollipop. So fucking sweet. you’re wet for Me, sweetheart, and I intend to see how many licks it takes to get you to lose control.”
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 wonderf
ul 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.
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