All Chapters of TABOO CRAVINGS: SHORT STEAMY STORIES OF LUST AND TEMPTATION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

The flight back was a descent into a special kind of hell, a pressurized tube of recycled air and unspoken dread. The silence was not the comfortable, shared quiet of two people who knew each other well. It was the heavy, suffocating silence of a battlefield after the fighting has stopped, a silence filled with the ghosts of what had transpired. Emma sat in her business class seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of clouds, but she wasn’t seeing the sky. She was seeing Mr. Dubois’s face, feeling his hands on her, tasting his cock in her mouth. She was feeling Mr. Carter’s brutal thrusts from behind, hearing his possessive growls, the sound of his voice as he commanded her to come for both of them. She had been used by two men, passed between them like a party favor, and the most humiliating part, the part that made her want to claw her own skin off, was how much her body had enjoyed it. How it had craved the depravity, the double penetration, the complete and utter loss

Emma 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

The 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

Emma 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