All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

I glanced down at my lap, grimacing as the sharp, throbbing ache of my stiff length sent a jolt of discomfort through my lower belly. It was so tight it actually hurt to touch, the hypersensitive skin stinging at the slightest friction. I needed something to calm the pressure down, but rubbing it was out of the question. Just then, the desk phone rang, the shrill tone cutting through the dark office. I reached out and snatched the receiver. "Vance," I grunted, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hello Mr. Vance?" Daniella’s voice came through, clear and surprisingly soft. "I'm sorry to bother you so early, but I was wondering if I could come up to your office for a moment? I have a quick request to ask you before I head out." A dark, warmth bloomed in my chest, pushing the physical discomfort aside, "Yes, Daniella, come on up. I hung up, quickly adjusting myself behind the desk, pulling my chair closer to hide my state as the elevator down the hall dinged. A moment later, there was

The library at midnight was my safe space.I sat in my usual corner, tucked discreetly behind the shelf.I was deep into a chapter on performativity when I heard it.At first, I thought it was my imagination. The library played tricks on you after midnight… creaking tables, muffled sounds. I shook my head and tried to refocus on the text, but the words blurred unfocusedly in front of my tired eyes.Then I heard it again.A soft, quivering moan, barely audible, drifting seductively through the stacks of books.I lifted my head, my pen pausing mid-sentence. I listened, my heart starting to beat just a little faster against my ribs. Maybe I had imagined it after all. I turned back to my book, forcing myself to concentrate.But then… another moan slipped through the air. Louder this time, it was a sweet, desperate sound that made my skin prickle. Followed by a whisper, a man's voice, low and rough. And then came the slow, heavy creak of a bookshelf, like someone was leaning heavily agains

Slowly, he began to fuck me with his tongue. He flattened his tongue and slid it deep inside me, drawing out the moisture, before curling the tip and pushing it back in. I moaned loudly into the empty library, my hands gripping his shoulders as my hips began to buck uncontrollably against his face. I could feel myself getting so close, the thick, heavy pressure building rapidly behind my hips, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as I melted under his wet mouth. And then he moved directly to my clit. He flicked it with his tongue, and my legs shook, my knees buckling instantly. My nails dug into his shoulders for support, as he worked me with his mouth in fast, relentless circles. The friction of his tongue against my hypersensitive bead was too much. I looked down at him, my eyes meeting his, and the sight of him there, kneeling between my open legs, his mouth completely buried in my dripping pussy while his eyes flared with pure, primal lust, made a fresh, heavy rush of wet

The third martini was where I lost the thread.I was celebrating or mourning. I honestly couldn't tell you which anymore. The promotion had come through, yes, but it came with a relocation to a city where I knew exactly nobody. And Mark… fucking Mark, had texted me earlier that day to say he was engaged, as if I needed that information, as if six months of silence wasn't enough of a message.I drank heavily to drown out the painful memories of my ex and the terrifying dread of starting over alone.I drank until the bar became a blur of mild light and muffled laughter.I remember stumbling out into the cold. I remember walking because I couldn't figure out how to make my fingers work well enough to call a car. The buildings all looked the same, and I just wanted to lie down somewhere soft and let the world stop spinning.I eventually stumbled upon a heavy wooden door that stood slightly ajar at the end of the block. I don't know how, I don't know why the code worked, or if I even put i

"Maya, take this iced carafe up to the private suite in 1A right now, and don't make him wait," the purser instructed, shoving a silver tray directly into my hands before turning back to the galley screens."Is there a specific way he wants it served?" I asked, balancing the tray while smoothing down my tailored uniform skirt."Just get it in there," she snapped, not looking up. "He paid for total privacy, so drop it off and get out quickly."It was my job, though at least it gave me four percent joy out of a hundred. As a flight attendant, I somehow loved the job, but not more than my slut job where I get fucked by different dicks every day.Just remembering it was already making me drip from beneath.So I brushed past the velvet curtains toward the front of the aircraft. Working long-haul charter flights usually meant serving tech billionaires or foreign diplomats, but nobody had briefed me on who was occupying the forward suite today.I pushed the sliding door open softly, expectin