My Taboo Secret Place Novels & Stories

The wet heat of her mouth clashed with mine, a desperate tangled mess of lips and teeth. We held onto each other like drowning people while the wood of the desk vibrated beneath our bare backs. The scent of the room was thick, heavy with the sharp, musk smell of two dominant wolves completely taking over the space.

" Gavin smiles and puts the pizza on the coffee table. When he sits back, he grabs the blanket and pulls it over his lap. His hand slides under the blanket, grazing the outside of my thigh. At first I think it's an accident, until I feel it again. His hands rubs the outside of my thigh again, before coming to rest on my knee. I glance over at Grant who is so lost in the movie, he probably wouldn't notice if I got up and left the room all together. Gavin slides his hand up higher, stopping around the middle of my thigh and I tense up. He leans over, and whispers so only I can hear him. "Relax babygirl."

Not sure what was going through her mind, I turned my attention back to the plates. "Look—" her voice echoed behind me and then I realized she had walked to meet me. I turned to face her and then she said herself into my arms. The way she hugged me made me lose my voice. I couldn't utter any word neither could I hear anything aside her heartbeat. "I really wish things are not this way but we can't change reality. We're good but we can't last. What we have is a taboo and I don't know how else to tell you that it's not okay to keep—"

There won’t be anything serious, nothing serious at all. I trust you, Ansh. I trust you. Making sure not to make any noise, I walked inside the gates of the warehouse. It took a few seconds for my vision to adjust to the low lights around the area. There were no workers, nothing, just silence and lots of clothes, bags, shoes, and appliances. I licked my lips as I read the name on the board near the door. “Adaa enterprises,” it read. I knew my Ansh couldn’t do anything wrong. He left that life for me, he left everything for me. I made no mistake in choosing him.

Alex stood at the end of the table, his presence dominating the room. “Feet up here, please.” He touched my ankles, guiding them into the metal stirrups. The position was the most vulnerable imaginable. My dress was rucked up around my hips, and with my knees bent and spread, I was completely exposed to his view. The cool air of the room kissed my bare folds, and I knew he could see everything—the slick evidence of my earlier orgasm, the swollen, needy flesh. “Just going to draw the curtain for a moment,” Alex said smoothly, and he pulled a pale blue curtain along its track, shielding my lower half from Mark’s view. It created a little private tent from the waist down.

The bathroom was a sanctuary of white marble and polished chrome. It was a space designed for luxury and relaxation, but for Emma, it was about to become a stage. The glass walls of the shower were transparent, a clear barrier that offered no privacy, no escape. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, a heavy, palpable presence, even before she stepped under the hot spray.

Luke: … Can I let you know that that is the most widely recognized saying in the TV series I watched in my previous existence? In the wake of marking in with his name and position on the power, Robert brought Luke along and followed the secretary to room number three. The purported room number three was the third funeral home. Robert didn't appear to have any second thoughts as he straightforwardly thumped on the entryway prior to entering. A moderately aged man of around 40 years of age gestured when he saw Robert enter. "You're here. Kindly stand by a second. Allow me to complete my newly ground mug of espresso."

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

He took every inch, making wet, dirty sucking sounds while his tongue swirled around my length. Suddenly, the storage door clicked open. Footsteps walked into the front of the room. My whole body froze in total fear. But Jake didn't stop at all. He looked up at me with a bad little smirk and swirled his tongue even harder over my tip. "Hey, Jay? Are you here?" a coworker's voice called out from two aisles over, hidden behind the high shelves. "The manager wants to know where the extra napkins are." "Uh—yeah," I choked out, grabbing the shelf behind me so hard my hands hurt while Jake took my whole length into his throat, deep-throating me effortlessly. "T-Third shelf on the right. Ahh... beh

he said quietly. “I missed you too,” Tina replied. Her voice sounded soft. They started with books. But it did not last long. Vicky closed his notebook after ten minutes. He took her hand. “Come with me,” he whispered. “I found a better spot.” Tina followed him. They walked between tall shelves. The aisles grew narrower. Dust floated in the air from old books. No one ever came back here. Vicky led her to the very end. A small hidden corner behind history books. The space felt private. Like their own secret room.