All Chapters of Taboo Pleasures: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Along with his cock, he must have dragged a good chunk of my hair inside me, and that excited me a little."God damn, Chris! You fuck so good.""You're my muse, Kitty Kat," he groaned in response.Every thrust inside me hurt the top of my head and the bottom of my pussy, both the perfect amount of hurt to increase my pleasure."Am I a good fuck, Chris?" I gasped."Yes, Kat, yes, yes, yes..." he growled in rhythm with his thrusts."Don't wait for me. Fill me up," I begged.Chris put one foot on the rim of the toilet without missing a beat, and then, with each thrust, he lifted me up to my toes.My ecstasy only grew with the increased pain inside me."Fuck me, Chris, fuck me so good," I wailed.He reached around me and began flicking my clit with a finger tip.My body began to shake and his thrusts got shorter and faster and harder."Kat, we shouldn't be doing this," Chris moaned, then lifted me off my toes with a giant thrust and his cock exploded inside me just as I came.I felt my fi

Chris stopped and I watched his eyes start at my feet and roam up my crossed legs, pause briefly where my skirt almost revealed enough of me to be obscene in public, then continue over my belly and stop on my cleavage.I uncrossed my legs and stood up, took the two steps between us and kissed him quickly on the lips."You're tall today. I like it," he told me with a smile."It'd be worth it if I had to, but I'd rather not have to work so hard to kiss you."I glanced at my watch, then back at Chris."The car will be here in ten minutes. Do you mind just grabbing breakfast somewhere between here and the Zoo? I could make us some cold cereal from a box if you'd rather."A perk of being a partner is the use of the car service anytime I want or need it, work-related or not. The car service is a subsidiary of the Firm, so technically I owned part of it. Chris owned a car, but I didn't - I had never even learned to drive because, as a teenager, I'd assumed that I'd never have any reason to d

"It's weird you mention that, Kat. I don't even feel guilty about us anymore already. Sex with you is like sex with my wife was, but only in not feeling guilty about it. She's not even playing the same game as you in every other way when it comes to sex.""I have it on good authority that we don't need to feel guilty about us anymore.""Good authority? What good authority is going to say adulterous incest isn't something to be guilty about? It's not like God would condone what we're doing even if we got married, whether it was legal or not.""My ex. He's something of an authority on things like this.""Your ex," he mumbled with a frown, shook his head slowly then looked up and slowly smiled."Mom and Dad will be so happy, Kat, not about us having sex together, but about the church part."Chris had always refused to continue any conversation on the rare occassion I said "my ex," so I expected he'd not talk about it now.I nodded and smiled without even blinking.I assumed I'd need to s

Outside, wearing only my inner rason, the long, white tunic that is the entirety of a nun's underwear, I hailed a cab and went home.I had stopped crying. I was too angry for tears.Other than my brother's wedding, I hadn't been inside a church, any church, since then.Now I needed to dress like I'm a good girl again. Oddly, that excited me a little.I got dressed, then went in the bathroom. I needed to braid my hair. I wished I could wear makeup instead, but I'd never worn makeup to church, even though in America, even Orthodox women wear makeup for church. It's not how Mom raised me though.Even if I could have convinced myself that I could wear makeup, the excuse to wear my hair down in church didn't exist, so I needed to braid it, with or without makeup.Mom and Dad, and by extension, Chris and I, had always been the most Orthodox in the most Orthodox of all Orthodox Churches.Chris just finished shaving and was admiring himself i

Now, I waited in the lobby of the hotel I pretended to be staying in tonight. I had hired a car, a limo, from a car service, not the firm's.I knew our drivers would all know me, even in a habit, because I'd need to use my name to order the car. I didn't particularly need more rumors about me floating around, and couldn't think that people there knowing I'm an ex nun would help my career or reputation.Chris told me he would be leaving work late tonight. He had something going on that needed his attention.The driver picked me up and tried to be nonchalant, like he'd had Orthodox nuns in his limo regularly. New York City is a melting pot though, and he was probably used to acting like nothing surprised him.My new habit even came with the face veil, used mostly by actual nuns only on very formal occasions, so he couldn't see me smile when I caught him examining me in the rearview mirror.I had him park at the side of the street I knew Chris would walk from his office to get on the sub