The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance

by Harper Miller

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.

  He stood behind me with His body flush against mine. The weight and warmth of His hands on my shoulders brought a whimper to my throat. Rick ghosted a hand down my arm and removed my bangles from my wrist, placing them on the bondage table beside us.

  He then lifted my arm over my head, tugging the dress zipper down partway. Rick silently manipulated my arms so He could pull the top of my dress down
past my shoulders, freeing my breasts. He lowered the zipper all the way, letting my dress pool at my waist.

  Cupping my breasts, He pressed His cheek to mine as He gently caressed and kneaded my deep brown flesh. The pressure increased and Rick ran His rough thumbs over my nipples before pinching and flicking them.

  There was no way to contain the moans Rick drew out of me. He had barely touched me, and i was already unraveling. While i was somewhat scared of the unknown, my brain was far more concerned with His unyielding hands on my breasts.

  “you have the most beautiful breasts, micah. They’re pert and respond so well to Me. I love the size of your nipples. I’m going to enjoy sucking on them.”

  my head fell back against His shoulder and my nipples stood at attention. His touch changed from barely there to almost painful as He continued to tease me. Repeated moans escaped my lips, and i soon found myself biting my tongue so i wouldn’t get louder.

  He released my breasts without warning, and the warmth of His chest no longer caressed my back. He took my hand and guided me across the room toward the Saint Andrew’s Cross.

  “How are you with orgasm control, micah? Can you handle it?” He asked with a devilish twinkle in His eyes.

  “i’ve done it before, Sir, although i can’t say that my experience is extensive. If i’m trained to Your specifications, i’m sure i can cum when asked. But it will take some time, Sir.”

  “Good answer,” He said, smiling.

  He led me to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and He extended my hands above my head so that i was restrained to the Cross. “How do your hands feel?” He asked as He secured the restraint against my right hand.

  “Good, Sir, this is good,” i replied, wiggling my fingers to test the tightness of the bonds. Seemingly satisfied by my comfort, He ran His hand down my arm and across my body. my breathing sped up and my flesh tingled under His touch.

  He looked directly into my eyes as He spoke. “I want you, micah. I want to own all of you. I want your heart, your soul, your spirit, your pussy . . . everything.”

  Why did He want me? No one had ever been so blatant with their intentions. This was finally what i had been seeking, but why did it scare me so damn much? i managed a smile although i was feeling all sorts of confusing emotions.

  “Why? Why me?” i couldn’t get away or cover myself if i tried. On display, i was completely vulnerable. If He chose to hurt me, i doubted my heart could recover. But there was a sincerity in His eyes that made me want to believe Him more than i’d ever wanted anything else in the world.

  This wasn’t a game. Taking on a submissive wasn’t some flight of fancy for Rick. This was His life, and He played for keeps.

  He grabbed my chin, forcing me to keep His stare. “I told you, micah, I want it all. you’re beautiful,” He said as His lips grazed my cheek. “you’re intelligent.” He pressed His lips against my other cheek. “you complement Me.”

  i was expecting Him to kiss my mouth, but instead He stepped away from me with a stern look in His eyes. “And you kept Me waiting.”

  “But i explained! my job—” i tugged at my restraints.

  Rick’s laughter rumbled through the room. “And you’re oh so feisty. I think that’s what I like best about you, pretty girl.”

  my shoulders slumped as best they could in my present position. “So You’re not upset?”

  “Not terribly, no. I have you now. We’ll just have to make up for lost time. Are you still agreeable to our present course?”

  i nodded.

  “God blessed you with a delectable mouth, micah. Please use it.”

  Shit. And my naturally smart mouth was going to get me into a lot of trouble with Him. It’d been a while since i’d been in a scene with someone with so much authority. i didn’t want to let Rick down, but then again, a little punishment had its own rewards.

  “i’m sorry. i’m out of practice, Sir. Yes, i would like to continue with whatever You have planned.”

  Rick checked my bindings again, this time pressing His entire body against mine. He released a contented moan in my ear. “While I want all of you, what I crave most of all right now is to hear you cum for Me.”

  After His bold statement, He made His way toward a chest of drawers across the room, slowly opening the top drawer, then pulling out a piece of paper.

  “Here’s a copy of My recent test results. I have a clean bill of health, micah.”

  He held the document up for me to read, since my hands were restrained. my eyes scanned the STD panel. Each test had “negative” beside it. He’d had this done two weeks ago, according to the date at the top of the page.

  “I always complete a panel when I begin a new sexual relationship, so I had this panel done a few days after you were discharged. It was overly ambitious of Me, but because I’m a Physician, I know how important these things are. Safety should always come first.”

  Really now? He went and had an STD panel done after i was discharged? He was certainly sure of Himself. i felt some kind of way about that.

  “And in case you’re wondering, I last had sex a month ago. I can get tested again in another two months if you prefer, but I’m not having sexual relations with anyone. It’ll just be you. I’m monogamous, micah.”

  He stood in front of me with an impassioned look on His face.

  That was pretty damn presumptuous of Him. If this had been any other Guy, i likely would’ve handed His ass to Him. Honestly, part of me was thrilled that He was so responsible, however, another part of me was focused on the scope of what He’d done.

  He plotted this. He planned this. i didn’t think He did it to be malicious. Again, there was no creepy vibe, just a Guy hell-bent on getting what He wanted. And what He wanted was for me to let my guard down. i was willing to explore and let my guard down tonight, but He was thinking bigger picture—much bigger. And He had been from the beginning.

  i nodded when i was done reading. i wasn’t sure how to process what i’d just learned. i could always tell Him that i’d changed my mind, but my curiosity was getting the better of me. i could end this at any time. For now, i’d let it play out a little longer.

  “Do you have any questions for Me?” He asked, walking over to the chest of drawers and returning the paperwork.

  “When would You like me to get tested, Sir?”

  He smirked. “That’s the beauty of My unique position. Because of My occupation, I have access to your results from last year. Have you had any form of sex in the last three months?”

  “No, Sir, the last time i was with someone intimately was a year ago.”

  “Then your results from your last panel are sufficient,” He replied. His lips pursed and the corners of His eyes crinkled as if He were fighting a smile.

  So He was happy i wasn’t getting laid? i wasn’t. i couldn’t do the casual sex thing. The main reason i hadn’t been with anyone intimately is because i sought something substantial. But i got the feeling He knew that. Obviously, He wanted to be the One to change it.

  “Are you currently on any form of birth control?” He inquired.

  i was exposed, literally and figuratively. Aside from my dress, which was hitched up around my waist, i was practically naked. The thong and the heels i wore while He scrutinized my sexual history and methods of birth control weren’t helpful in shielding me from an inquisition.

  He didn’t exactly take things slow. Then again, i was bound to a Saint Andrew’s Cross in my skivvies, so i wasn’t moving at a snail’s pace either, but i couldn’t help the snarky reply that escaped my lips. “You mean to tell me You didn’t see that bit of info in my medical history too? Or did You not look?” i guess i was a little more than mildly annoyed.

  He raised a brow, halting mere inches from my face. His breathing was a bit erratic—i had pissed Him off.

  i inhaled sharply. Now was not the time for me to be bratty.

  His stony expression indicated He was not pleased with my smarting off. He attempted to pull my dress
up to cover my breasts before reaching above my head and releasing my right hand from the restraints.

  “Wait, w-what are You doing?” i asked.

  “I’m sorry, micah, I’m going too fast, we should stop. you’re annoyed. I’m annoyed. We shouldn’t do this. Let’s try to—”

  “No, wait,” i said, interrupting Him. Things couldn’t end like this. Although my response was a defense mechanism, i shouldn’t have responded that way. “i should be apologizing. i responded rudely. i’m sorry, Sir.”

  “micah, when I ask you a question, your response should be ‘Yes, Sir,’ ‘No, Sir,’ et cetera. I don’t want to hear any sort of back talk. Do we understand each other?”

  “Y-yes, Sir,”

  “If you’re not ready for something or you want Me to slow down, tell Me. I need you to communicate with Me, okay?” He said, placing my wrist back into the restraint.

  “Are we good now?” He inquired.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now, let’s try again. Are you on any birth control?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Well, micah, that’s about to change. When I said Mine, I meant it. I’m only interested in exclusivity. What’s your preferred method of birth control?”

  “i’ve been on the Pill previously, Sir, and i have no problems starting a low dose. i used to take Alesse.”

  “Good girl. Schedule an appointment with your gynecologist as soon as possible to get a prescription. I could write you a script for a low dosage oral contraceptive, but I want to be sure that, with your asthma, we don’t overload your system by introducing too many new medications. your gynecologist is more familiar with your health history and reactions to meds.”

  “Yes, Sir,” i replied.

  He silently knelt in front of me and pushed my dress down my body until He was lifting my foot to remove it all the way. He tossed it onto the bondage table where His shirt lay.

  i gasped, not expecting His move. One moment He was ready to release me, the next He was removing my clothing.

  Where would this go? i wanted us to rekindle what we were starting. Clearly, He wanted the same thing.

  “I don’t want any barriers between us, micah,” He commented while pushing my thong aside and sliding His fingers up and down the slick slit of my pussy.