All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

Sophie stared at Richard's face, her body still buzzing from the intense orgasm that had ripped through her moments ago. The luxurious suite suddenly felt suffocating, the city lights outside blurring into nothing. “Richard?” Her voice came out cracked and small. “You're... you're the one marrying Eva?” She stepped back on shaky legs, yanking her dress up to cover herself, fingers fumbling with the fabric. He ran a hand through his messy hair, eyes going wide for a second. “Sophie. Fuck. I... I didn't know it was you. This is crazy.” His words sounded shocked, but his tone stayed too smooth, too controlled. Something in the way he looked at her made her skin crawl with suspicion. Like he had known all along. Her stomach twisted into a tight knot. Hot anger flooded her chest, pushing aside the afterglow. “Bullshit, Richard. You knew. Deep down, you had to know it was me. And even if you didn't at first, why the hell did you go to that party looking to get fucked? You're gettin

CHAPTER 1 Something warm brushed across Melissa's shoulder blade, pulling her from the deep fog of sleep. Her eyes snapped open in the dark room with her heart pounding. What the...? Another kiss landed lower even slower and deliberate, trailing down her spine like someone savoring every inch. She froze with her body rigid under the thin sheet. This wasn't a dream.. someone was in the bed with her.. kissing her..! Lips pressed to the small of her back so hot and hungry and a groan vibrated against her skin. “Angela... my Angela. God, I've missed you so much.” It was Mr. Bassett. His sleepy voice sent ice through her veins even as pleasure gushed over her. But who was Angela? The head maid had warned her never to sleep in this room... the bedroom next to the masterbedroom, untouched since the accident. But last night after hours of scrubbing floors and chasing after little Sophie, exhaustion had won. She'd only meant to rest her eyes for five minutes on the edge of the bed but n

Chapter 3 Her body tensed and then exploded. Milky cream coated the dildo as she kept pumping through the orgasm with her legs shaking. "Ahhh... mmm... yes!" She pulled it out slowly, panting and lay there playing with her boobs, squeezing them softly while a big grin spread across her face. *What a night at Mr. Bassett's mansion. This place is wild..!* Sleep finally claimed her but the morning came too soon. Melissa woke up with a stretch and a secret smile as she threw on some simple clothes and headed to the kitchen for breakfast but as she stepped in, she stopped short. Madam Esquella stood there by the counter with her arms crossed and her features set in a furious scowl. "You!" the older woman snapped, pointing a finger. "What did I tell you about that room, eh? The one I said never to sleep in!" Melissa's heart skipped. She tried to play it cool, grabbing a mug like nothing was wrong. "I don't know what you mean. I just cleaned it last night and—" "Don't lie to me, gir

Chapter 1 - The Little MaidThe first time I saw him, he was sprawled across the leather sofa in the main living room, a half-empty bottle of Macallan dangling from his fingers, some bleached-blonde thing giggling on his lap. Her dress was so short I could see the curve of her ass cheeks, and she was pawing at his chest like a cat in heat. His father had hired me three days ago as a live-in maid. "You," he called out, his voice slurred and thick with whiskey, his eyes finding me as I tried to slip past with a stack of freshly folded towels. "Yeah, you. Come here."I stopped in my tracks, the towels pressed against my chest. "Sir?""Don't sir me. You're the help right? Get me another bottle.” He held up the empty Macallan, shaking it at me.The girl on his lap giggled again, nuzzling into his neck, leaving a smear of pink lipstick on his collar. "Yes, Mr. Ashford," I said, and turned toward the liquor cabinet."Ash. Just Ash." He laughed, bitter and sharp, the sound echoing off the h

Chapter 3 - Night of Pleasure I didn't cry. I walked out of his room with my head held high, my uniform clutched to my chest, my heart a cold, hard stone in my ribcage. I didn't look back at him standing there in his boxers. I dressed in my small quarters, my hands steady, my mind clear. I packed my bag slowly, deliberately, folding each piece of clothing with care. And then I sat on the edge of my bed and I planned. He wanted to call me a whore? He wanted to pretend he didn't remember the way he begged? The way he whimpered? The way his body surrendered to mine like it had been waiting for someone to take control his entire miserable life? Fine. I would give him something to remember. The sex shop was tucked away in a narrow alley downtown. I pushed open the door, and a bell chimed overhead. The woman behind the counter looked up. She was in her twenties, with silver-streaked hair and sleeves of tattoos that disappeared into her leather vest. "How can I help you?" she asked