TABOO CRAVINGS: SHORT STEAMY STORIES OF LUST AND TEMPTATION
“You want to be cleansed?” his voice was rough, dangerous.
“Then let me drag every filthy sin out of you.”
His hand slid higher, shoving her dress up to her hips. She whimpered when his fingers pressed against the thin lace hiding her heat already soaked through.
“On your knees, begging for forgiveness, and dripping for me,” he muttered darkly. “Do you feel how wet you are? That’s not holy. That’s you wanting to be fucked.”
Two fingers pushed past the lace, plunging inside her slick heat. Her moan broke in the stillness, echoing in a place that should have been sacred. Shame burned her cheeks, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand, clenching around every thrust as if she’d been waiting for this sin all along.
These are chances to watch good girls give in, bad girls take control, and men break every rule to have them. Stepbrothers, bosses, best friend’s fathers, priests, professors, dangerous strangers each story pushes the line between resistance and surrender. Dirty, addictive, and impossible to put down, this mature collection will leave you wet, aching, and hungry for more.
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 19): The Public DisplayThe tender moment in his bed didn't last. It was a fragile truce in a war that was constantly raging. He stiffened, his body becoming a hard, unyielding mass of muscle and bone. He pulled away from her, his face a cold, unreadable mask.“Get up,” he commanded, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”She did as he asked, her body aching, her mind a chaotic mess. He had laid out a new outfit for her on the bed. It was a short, black leather dress, a second skin that was both elegant and incredibly provocative. There were no panties.He took her to a high-end restaurant, a place of hushed tones and clinking glasses. They were seated at a secluded table in the back, a private oasis in a sea of noise and conversation. He was a perfect gentleman, charming and attentive, pulling out her chair, ordering for her, engaging her in sparkling conversation. But under the table, his hand was on her thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin, a constant, posses
Last Updated: 2025-11-20
Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 18): The Morning After the StormEmma woke up slowly. It was a pleasant ache, a physical memory of the night before. She was in his bed, the sheets a tangled mess around them. He was still asleep, his breathing a low, steady rhythm beside her. She turned her head to look at him, her heart a strange, complicated mix of fear and affection. In sleep, his face was softer, the harsh lines of his mouth relaxed, the coldness in his eyes replaced by a look of peaceful vulnerability. He looked… human. And that was more terrifying than anything.She slipped out of bed, her movements slow and careful, not wanting to wake him. She grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on, the scent of him a mix of expensive cologne, whiskey, and sex comforting, intoxicating cloud around her. She walked to the large, floor-to-ceiling window, the city just beginning to stir under a pale, pre-dawn sky. She felt like a goddess in his fortress, a queen surveying her kingdom, a feeling that was both exhilarating and deeply unsettling.She heard
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 17): The Ride Home and The PunishmentThe ride home in his car was a descent into a special kind of hell. She could still feel the cool metal of the balcony railing against her skin, the memory of his brutal, public possession a fresh, thrilling scar on her soul.He didn’t speak. He just drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He was a coiled spring of dark energy, and she knew, with a sickening certainty, that she was about to be the target of its release.They pulled into the underground garage of his building, the concrete walls echoing with the sound of the engine. He killed the engine, and the sudden silence was deafening.“Get out,” he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl.She did, her body trembling, her legs weak. He led her to the elevator, his hand on the small of her back, a firm, possessive grip. The elevator ride up to his penthouse was a slow, agonizing ascent. He stood behind her, his body pressed against hers, his heat a palpable force. She could feel his hard cock pressing
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 16): The Gala and The BalconyThe week leading up to the annual company gala was a masterclass in psychological warfare.Mr. Carter was relentless. He didn’t just want her body; he wanted her mind, her soul, her complete and utter capitulation. The email with the address of the most exclusive dress shop in the city was the first shot. It was an order, not a suggestion.Be there at 10 AM on Saturday. The full amount is already taken care of.She went, of course. The shop was a hushed, reverential space, a temple of high fashion. A snooty saleswoman, with a face like a carved pumpkin and a neck so long it looked painful, greeted her with a look of thinly veiled contempt.“Mr. Carter has selected a few pieces for you,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension.She led Emma to a private dressing room, where a single dress was hanging. It was the crimson silk dress from her fantasy, but it was even more stunning in person. It was a masterpiece of seduction, a weapon of mass destruction.“Try it on,” the saleswom
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 15): The HusbandThe scent of Mark’s coffee,the familiar clutter of their shared life it all felt like a foreign country, a place she no longer belonged. She was a ghost in her own home, a spy in her own marriage.Mark was a blur of cheerful domesticity. He asked about her “retreat,” his eyes bright with genuine interest, and she fed him a stream of well-rehearsed lies, each one a small, sharp stab of guilt. He told her about his weekend, a boring tale of grocery shopping and a football game with his friends, and she nodded and smiled, her mind a million miles away, in a cold, sterile mansion, on her knees, on a stepladder, in a bed that wasn’t hers.That night, he tried to touch her. They were in bed, the lights off, the city lights casting a soft glow through the window. He rolled over, his hand sliding onto her hip, his touch warm, familiar, and utterly repulsive.“I missed you,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and desire.Emma’s entire body went rigid. A cold, sickening dread washed over
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 14): The Morning After the Night BeforeEmma woke up slowly, a strange, unfamiliar warmth seeping into her bones. For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t on the floor. She was in a bed. His bed. And she wasn’t alone. An arm was draped heavily over her waist, a muscular leg was tangled with hers, and a warm, solid body was pressed against her back. For a fleeting, blissful second, she allowed herself to pretend it was Mark, that she was safe in her own bed, that the last few months had been a terrible, twisted nightmare.But then the scent hit her. Not the familiar, comforting scent of her husband’s soap, but the dark, spicy, undeniably masculine scent of Mr. Carter. Her eyes flew open, and the illusion shattered. She was in his bed. He had held her. He had been… tender. And that was more terrifying than any punishment he had ever given her.She carefully, painstakingly, began to extricate herself from his embrace, moving inch by inch, holding her breath. She was almost free when his arm tightened, pulling her back against h
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Chapter: Daddy Rules 5The ride back to Richard's penthouse was filled with anticipation. Every touch, every glance between us was charged with unspoken desire. By the time we reached his building, I was already wet and ready for him."Send the car back in two hours," Richard told the driver as we got out. "And make sure we're not disturbed."The driver nodded, understanding the implicit command. As we rode the elevator up to the penthouse, Richard pulled me close, his hands roaming my body freely."Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he murmured in my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Walking around in that dress with nothing underneath. Teasing me in the lingerie store.""I wasn't teasing, Daddy," I replied breathlessly. "I was being good.""You were being very, very bad," he corrected, his hand slipping under my dress to find me wet and ready. "And bad girls need to be punished."The elevator doors opened, and he led me into the penthouse, stopping in the middle of the living room."Undress for me
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Chapter: Daddy Rules 4I woke to the sensation of kisses trailing down my spine and the warm weight of Richard's body pressed against mine. Morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow over the room."Good morning, little girl," he murmured, his hand coming to rest on my bottom, which was still tender from last night's spanking."Good morning, Daddy," I replied, stretching languidly.His fingers explored the cleft between my cheeks, teasing my entrance. "Did you sleep well?""Very well," I said, pressing back against his touch. "Better than I have in years.""I'm glad to hear that," he replied, his fingers continuing their exploration. "Because we have a busy day ahead of us."I turned to face him, my curiosity piqued. "We do?"He nodded, his eyes serious. "First, we're going shopping. You need clothes that are more appropriate for my girl."I looked down at his dress shirt, which was all I was wearing. "I don't think my clothes from last night are salvageable.""Then w
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Chapter: Daddy Rules 3I watched as Richard undressed, revealing a body that was even more impressive than I'd imagined. His chest was dusted with silver hair, narrowing to a trim waist and powerful legs. His erection was thick and hard, standing proud against his stomach."On your knees," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.I complied eagerly, positioning myself before him. He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks."Have you ever done this before?" he asked gently.I shook my head. "No, Daddy.""Then I'll teach you," he replied, guiding his cock to my lips. "Open wide, little girl. Take Daddy in your mouth."I did as he asked, my lips stretching around his thickness. He tasted clean and masculine, and I found myself eager to please him."That's it," he groaned as I took him deeper. "Just like that. Use your tongue."I followed his instructions, exploring his length with my tongue, learning what made him gasp, what made him tighten his grip on my hair. His control began to slip a
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Chapter: Daddy Rules 2Richard's penthouse apartment was exactly what I would have expected sleek, modern, and decorated with impeccable taste. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the city skyline, and the furniture was a mix of contemporary pieces and what looked like valuable antiques."Drink?" he asked, removing his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves to reveal muscular forearms dusted with silver hair."Just water, please," I replied, suddenly feeling nervous.He smiled, as if sensing my apprehension. "Nervous, little girl? We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet."The term "little girl" sent a shiver through me, part embarrassment, part arousal. I watched as he moved around the kitchen, his movements confident and economical. This was a man who was completely in control of himself, his environment, and soon, I hoped, of me.When he returned with my water, he sat beside me on the leather sofa, closer than was strictly necessary. "Before we go any further, we need to establish some
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Chapter: Daddy RulesThe rain came down in sheets as I stood outside the exclusive nightclub, my vintage dress soaked through despite the umbrella I clutched. At twenty two, I was used to getting my way, but tonight, the bouncer a mountain of a man with a neck thicker than my thigh wasn't budging."ID's expired, miss," he said for the third time, his voice bored. "Can't let you in.""But my birthday was last week," I protested, my voice trembling with frustration and cold. "I just haven't had time to renew it.""Rules are rules," he replied, unmoved.I was about to give up when a deep voice cut through the downpour. "Is there a problem here?"I turned to find a man who made my breath catch. He was tall at least six foot three with silver hair at his temples that only enhanced his distinguished appearance. His suit was tailored to perfection, hugging broad shoulders and a lean frame that spoke of disciplined fitness. But it was his eyes that captivated me deep blue and intelligent, they assessed me with an
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Chapter: Stepdaddy Catches Her in the Act 5He didn’t take me to a bedroom. He led me out of the study, down the hall, and into a large, ballroom-like room I had never been in before. It was dimly lit, with a stage at one end. And in the audience, sitting in rows of plush velvet chairs, were the same men from the auction. They were all watching, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.“What… what is this?” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.“This is the main event,” Marcus said, his voice booming in the quiet room. “This is where I claim my property. This is where I breed my bitch.”A collective murmur went through the crowd. Breed. The word echoed in my mind, a terrifying, final pronouncement.He led me onto the stage, to a large, velvet-covered chaise lounge in the center. He pushed me down onto it, my legs falling open. The men in the audience leaned forward, their eyes fixed on my exposed, used body.“Gentlemen,” Marcus said, turning to face them. “You have all sampled the merchandise. You have all experienced her…
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
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