All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 531 - Chapter 540

Chapter 1 - The Storm WithinThe rain came down in sheets, turning the city streets into rivers of gray. I sprinted along the pavement, my heels slipping on the wet concrete, my carefully styled hair now plastered to my face. The weather forecast had promised clear skies, but the heavens had other plans, and I was caught in the middle of a downpour with nowhere to hide.I spotted the train station ahead and made a desperate dash for the covered platform. My lungs burned as I finally collapsed against a pillar, gasping for breath, water dripping from every inch of me. I looked like a drowned rat. Six months of struggling to find work, and now I couldn't even manage to look presentable on my way to yet another dead-end interview.I was so focused on squeezing out my soaked jacket that I didn't notice the figure approaching until he was right beside me."Here," a familiar voice said, and an umbrella appeared before me. "You look like you could use this."I turned, and my blood ran cold.

Chapter 1 - The New guard I heard the front door open and close and then two sets of footsteps in the foyer, one of them my husband's and one of them heavier, slower, unfamiliar. I was upstairs in the bedroom with my book open on my lap and I hadn't turned a page in twenty minutes. I'd known he was bringing someone home today. He'd told me over breakfast. "Lucy!" Richard's voice came up the stairs. "Come down here, please." I marked my page and set the book on the nightstand, stood up and went downstairs. Richard was standing in the living room with a man I didn't recognize, and I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at him. He was tall. Taller than Richard. He had dark hair cut short and a jaw that looked like it had been carved out of something, and he was wearing a black polo shirt that stretched across his chest and shoulders in a way that made me look twice. He was standing with his hands clasped in front of him like a soldier at ease. "Sweetheart," Richard sai

Chapter 3 - Spank or Leave He reached behind him and pushed it shut without looking away from me. The latch clicked into place and the room went quiet, and I stood there by the bed with my arms at my sides and my heart going hard in my chest. "Sit down," I said. He didn't move. "I can't do that." "You can't sit down?" "I can't sit down in your bedroom with the door closed." He said it evenly, like he was reading it off a card. "It's not what I'm here for. I'm supposed to be downstairs, or in the hall, or outside the door. Not in here with you." "I'm the one who asked you in." "I know." His jaw worked. "That's the problem." I walked toward him and I watched his face the whole way and I watched him not move. When I got close enough to smell his cologne I put my hand flat on his chest. His heart was pounding. I could feel it through the polo shirt, a fast hard beat under my palm, and his breathing had gone shallow. He was looking down at me with his hands still at his s

Chapter 1 - The Physical TherapyThe fluorescent lights in Dr. Brian’s office hummed the way they always did.I sat on the edge of the examination table with my hands folded in my lap and my legs dangling, the thin paper crinkling under my thighs every time I shifted my weight.Brian came in through the side door with a folder in his hand and closed it behind him and sat down on the rolling stool across from me. He was forty-five and looked younger than that most days.He'd been my doctor for three years now, since before the accident, and he was the only one I'd let near me since."How's the pain this week?" he asked, flipping the folder open on his knee."Better than last week. The mornings are still rough… I can't get out of bed without holding on to something, but by the afternoon I'm usually fine.""And the hips?"I shifted on the table and felt the familiar pull in my left hip, that tight deep ache that had lived in me since the crash. "Same. It's like there's a band around the

Chapter 3 - Therapy Progress It didn't hurt. It was full. It was so full. He was bigger than anything I'd had inside me in months and I felt every inch of him as he slid in, slow and steady, the thick head of him stretching me open and then the long shaft following it in, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside me and his hips were flush against mine and I could feel the pulse of him deep in my belly. "Are you okay?" "Yes." He started to move. Slow at first… long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out until just the tip of him was still inside me and then pushed all the way back in, and every single one of them hit something deep inside me that made my breath catch in my throat. His hands slid up under my t-shirt and closed around my waist and held me steady while he worked himself into me, and I lay there with my knees open and my hands gripping the edges of the sheet and let him fuck me the way I hadn't been fucked in over a year. "Nghh… fuck!" "That's it,"