All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 471 - Chapter 477

The next morning, I started dating. I downloaded the apps, swiped right on anyone who seemed decent, and went on three dates in four days. There was a graphic designer who talked too much, a bartender who was nice but boring, and a software engineer who kissed me while we were having our first dinner date. None of them made me feel anything. I came home each night to Claire's sympathetic smiles and Mark's quiet presence, and I felt like I was drowning. One evening, I came home from a particularly disappointing date to find Mark sitting alone in the living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand, and the TV playing some documentary on low volume. "Date didn't go well?" he asked, not looking at me. I dropped onto the other end of the couch, letting out a long breath. "How could you tell?" "You're home before ten," he answered. He finally looked at me, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Also, you look like you want to punch something." I laughed despite myself. "That's pretty accurate.

"Yes, fuck, yes…" I panted as he pulled my other nipple into his hot mouth, laving it with frantic, wet strokes of his tongue while his hand slid down my trembling stomach. He moved to the other side, giving it the same attention, his hand sliding down my stomach, and slipping beneath the waistband of my leggings. His fingers found my clit, already slick and swollen, and I cried out as he began to circle it slowly. "Oh god, oh god..." I whimpered, thrashing my legs wide as he slid two long fingers directly down into my dripping channel. "Oh my god, oh my god…" "You're so wet," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You're fucking dripping for me, Maya." He pushed my leggings down, and I kicked them off, lying naked beneath him. He sat back, his eyes taking me in, and I felt a surge of vulnerability mixed with raw, aching need. His eyes devoured my bare thighs, my wet, swollen lips glistening for him. "Please," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Mark. I need you inside m

The library was empty at this hour. Most students had cleared out by ten, drifting back to their dorms or the off-campus apartments that lined the streets surrounding the university. But I was still here, hunched over a calculus textbook, my pencil tapping against the edge of the table in a nervous rhythm that I couldn't seem to stop. I was failing. Not just slipping, not just falling behind. Failing. My midterm had come back with a 43% written in red ink at the top, the number seeming to mock me every time I looked at it. Professor Hartley had called me into his office after class, his glasses perched low on his nose, and he'd looked at me with that mixture of pity and disappointment that made my stomach turn itself inside out. "You need help, Mia," he'd said, his voice carrying that tired professor tone that meant he'd had this conversation a hundred times before. "I'm assigning you a peer tutor. You'd have mandatory sessions twice a week.” I'd wanted to argue. I'd wanted to tel