All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

Chapter 5 - Caughtso slow and deliberate. The sound of two palms meeting at a leisurely pace, one beat after another, like someone applauding a performance they'd been watching for a while. Adrian froze inside me. I turned my head toward the sound. Elena was standing at the corner of the house with her arms crossed and her weight on one hip, still in her travel coat with her hair pinned up, and she was smiling. Not a warm smile. The other kind… the kind that has nothing behind it but the pleasure of being right. "Don't stop on my account," she said. "You were both doing so well." Adrian pulled out of me so fast I gasped. I scrambled off him and into the water up to my chest and stood there with my arms crossed over my tits and my whole body going cold despite the heat. "Elena," he said. "I thought you were…" "In another country. I know." She walked toward the pool at an unhurried pace, heels clicking on the tile. "I never left. I've been two blocks away this whole ti

Chapter 2 - The Deal He walked around the desk and stopped in front of me and looked down at me from a few inches away. He was taller than I'd thought and broader, up close I could see the scar on his jaw and the way his eyes moved over my face. "Take your clothes off.” I did and then I stood there in my bra and underwear in the middle of the back room of a bar with the murmur of the front room coming through the wall. Drake looked at me for a long moment. Then he reached out and put his hand flat on my stomach and slid it up under my bra and cupped my tit and rubbed his thumb over my nipple through the lace. Nghh…” "Take it off," he said. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders and dropped it on the floor. "Get on the desk," he said. "On your back." I lay down on the desk on my back with my head at the far edge and my legs hanging off the near edge and he stood over me and looked at me for a long moment. Then he pulled his sweater off over hi

Chapter 4 - The Payment I didn't stop. I licked and pushed and worked his cock with my hand and he groaned and his hips moved and his hand stayed in my hair, and I could feel how hard he was in my hand, thick and hot and slick at the tip. He slowly pulled away after a while and moved back behind me and I felt his hands close on my hips. "Stay just like that," he said. "Face down, ass up." He pushed his cock me in one slow stroke. "Ohh… shit.” I cried out and my arms went out from under me and my cheek hit the mattress and he held there with his hips against my ass and his hands on my hips and let me feel all of him, thick and deep, and I moaned and pushed back onto him. "Please," I said. "Please fuck me." He started to fuck me. and I lay face down on the mattress with my ass up and my whole body rocking with every thrust. The bed creaked and the headboard hit the wall and I moaned into the sheets and pushed back onto him and took it. "Oh fuck… yes, god!” He reached around

Chapter 1 - The Massage Therapist The wine was a pinot grigio that cost more than my first car, and I was on my second glass and still hadn't managed to relax my shoulders.Priya's house was the kind of house that made you want to go home and throw out everything you owned. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a kitchen island made of a single slab of marble, a garden out back that a man came to tend twice a week. The four of us were arranged around her dining table like pieces in a still life… Priya at the head, radiant in a silk blouse, her hair in a glossy bob that hadn't moved once all evening, Camille across from me with her new engagement ring catching the candlelight every time she raised her glass, and Ruth beside me thirty-four and fitter than I had ever been in my life, just back from a hiking trip in Patagonia with a tan that made her look ten years younger.And then me. Thirty years old, a project manager at a firm that had been bleeding me dry for six years, and I felt like I had

Chapter 3 - Magic Hands I pulled the zip down and shrugged the top off my shoulders and folded it on the arm of the couch. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my leggings and pushed them down over my hips and stepped out of them and folded those too, and stood in my living room in a black lace bra and matching underwear with my arms at my sides and my heart going like a drum. "Okay," I called. "You can come in." He came back in and set his bag down beside the table and looked at me for a second. "Alright. Face down first. We'll start with your back and your shoulders, and then we'll get to your hips." I climbed onto the table and lay down on my stomach. I heard him squeeze something into his hands. Then his palms came down flat on my upper back, warm and slick with oil, and he started to work. The first thing I noticed was how slow he was. He worked his palms up either side of my spine, and then dragged them back out to my shoulders and down my arms, and then up agai