All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Taboo: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

BEN The following morning, Uncle Tony sent me some money. It was a lot, far more than I needed. Still, I accepted without a word. I guess he was trying to live up to his promise. “I’ll see you again,” he murmured, before pinching my chin to pull me in for a kiss that lingered longer than it should have. I nodded quietly, and he left. A few minutes after he left, I pushed everything else I planned to do that morning aside and quickly began to clean my dad’s room. I stripped the bed, changed the sheets, and scrubbed the floors until my arms ached. And then, I threw open the windows even while the air conditioner was blowing. I even had to spray some air freshener—anything to chase away that heavy stench of sex and sweat that stubbornly clung to the room from last night. I was halfway through when the servants arrived. They were surprised to see me working so hard to clean my dad’s room. I had never done that before. In fact, I had never even cleaned any room in the house be

The moment he slammed into me, a sharp breath tore from my lips, a deep wave of pleasure spreading through me. Unlike before, I had gotten better and was used to taking his giant cock. But the feeling didn’t last. As he moved his hips back and forth, plunging his rod deeper inside me with each thrust, I couldn’t focus and feel that pleasure any longer. My mind refused to follow, my body stiff with tension. I had shifted from my initial position and that only made the angle through which he was fucking me uncomfortable and a bit painful. There was no way I could relax and lose myself in the feeling like before. Not when he was there. My dad’s other friend, standing by the door, watching us. The realization hit me colder than before and panic coiled tight in my chest, making it impossible for me to breathe properly. Fuck… this was bad. How did he know we were here? And worse… What was he going to do now that he found out about this? Will he tell my dad? “Uncle Tony…”

JACEThe pounding in my head started before I even opened my eyes. It was a sharp, throbbing pain that spread from my head to my temples. I groaned and turned over on the bed only for my arm to brush against a warm skin that definitely wasn’t mine. My eyes snapped open as I stared at the bare skin staring back at me, memories of the night before hitting me all at once—loud music, flashing lights, gulps after gulps of alcohol rushing down my throat, bodies pressed too close, hands that didn’t belong roaming my body and lingering where they shouldn’t. Realizing how far I had gone last night, I let out a disappointed sigh, dragging a hand down my face as I forced myself upright.That was a stupid decision.What was I thinking partying so hard when I knew I had—Shit!Soccer practice first thing in the morning every Saturday.The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking off the remaining traces of drowsiness in me as I scrambled off the bed and grabbed my clothes from where

JACEI stared down at my erect cock.Fuck!That wasn’t supposed to happen. I did everything I could to distract myself as Coach Dominic landed more strokes on my scarlet ass. Counting my breaths. Clenching my jaw. Thinking of the time I scored the winning goal for my team in the state league finals. Anything. But nothing was working. There was no way I could become soft again. Not with me naked and in such a vulnerable, fuckable position. Not with Coach Dominic so close to me, spanking my bare ass with that leather.With each stroke he landed, with each cracking sound the leather made against my flesh, I became so hard it was starting to hurt. Since it was impossible to make my blood-engorged dick soft again at this point, I tried to hide it from Coach Dominic. I tried not to let him see but it was too late.He jerked me upright and walked around to face me, a strange grin on his face. “I see someone is enjoying the punishment a little too much,” he said. “Maybe I should punish you

CHRISMy name is Chris. I’m a 29-year-old newlywed, married to my high school sweetheart.I am 5 '10, with brown eyes and a slightly messy light brown hair that sweeps over my forehead. My physique is pretty nice for my age—not overly built or anything, just lean in a way that appeared natural. I have shoulders wide enough to fill out a shirt, lightly toned arms, a firm chest, but not the kind that looks sculpted in a gym mirror, and a stomach that is flat and easy, with nothing dramatic.My bestie, who is openly gay keeps telling me I don’t know how attractive I am. According to him, I was too good-looking to be one hundred per cent straight and could easily pull both genders if I wanted.Well, he didn’t lie because sometimes I catch a few guys smiling at me or checking me out—at the gym, grocery store, bars, beach, at work sometimes, and even on the streets when I’m just walking past. I haven’t had feelings or sex with a dude before and now that I’m married, it’s not something I int