Taboo Sec Novels & Stories

His gaze swept across the room, heavy with menace. "Six tables. 36 lobsters, 25 king crabs, 15 abalones, 12 red snappers, 18 thick-cut fatty tuna bellies, 24 bottles of whiskey, and 53 gift baskets of caviar, scallops, and sea cucumber. Your total comes to 83,700 dollars." Stanley tried desperately to maintain his composure while pushing me toward the front of the group. "We're Dylan's coworkers. You can talk to him—"

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”

before shifting his attention to a tab. After Veer grabbed the tab and voice messaged it to unlock it, the tab scanned Veer's eyes and revealed a crucial file. This tab has advanced technology and was specifically made for Veer and his policeman. Veer used it to carry out several covert operations. Veer's popularity was largely due to a clever gadget called the Advanced Tab. The most intelligent brains in NeoTech's tech laboratories created the Advanced Tab, which was more than simply a device; it was a customized tool that enhanced Veer's talents and suited his particular tastes. Its very strong and adaptable construction was concealed by its elegant, simple style.The main purpose of the Ad

Fu'S GROUP OF COMPANY CHENG’S PRIVATE OFFICE, Cheng sat behind his mahogany desk, swirling a glass of scotch lazily in one hand, the other resting on a thick leather file. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, shirt slightly unbuttoned, the collar open as if it were too tight around his throat which revealed a glimpse of the tattoo across his collarbone — old ink, dangerous meaning. The desk was littered with papers, reports, photos from the ports. Forgotten. Ignored. He hadn’t spoken to Lian since yesterday.

“That’s blasphemy.” He just grinned. “Nah, it’s honesty. Everyone calls me the bad guy. But I see you, Mirabel. I see what’s underneath that habit.” Then, God help me... he casually palmed his crotch and rubbed himself through those tight jeans. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. He was… hard. And my panties? Instantly soaked. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the heat rising in me. I looked away, my face was on fire.

"Rule number one: do not interrupt me when I am working. If my door is closed, you do not knock unless the house is on fire." Javed nodded. "Standard corporate behavior. Got it." "Rule number two: no bringing strangers into this house. David mentioned you like to frequent the local nightlife. Whatever you do on your own time is your business, but I do not want random men from the city wandering around my property." Javed’s jaw tightened. "I have a little more class than that, Martin, but noted." "And rule number three," Martin continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous, velvety low. His dark eyes drilled into Javed’s. "No flirting with me. No lingering glances, no accidental touches, and n

I was just scrolling through I*******m when I caught a old gym shot of Leo —shirtless, sweat glistening on those rock-hard abs. My thumb hovered around his abs. Then my mind drifted to a few weeks ago, his bathroom tap had gone haywire. He had barged into my bathroom without permission, and I saw him completely naked as he took his shower. I’d seen everything—his thick dick hanging heavy, the lines of muscle disappearing lower. I’d slammed the door and acted disgusted, but the image had burned into my brain. It haunted me in the shower, late at night when my hand slipped under the covers without thinking, imagining his dick in my tight pussy.

“Every need. Every want.” Mr. Hargrove cleared his throat and continued with the paperwork, but I barely heard the rest. My mind spun with the implications. I was twenty-one, technically independent, but suddenly tethered to this man—my father’s best friend, the one whose lap I’d sat on for years, the one who’d just fingered me in his bathtub this morning. The taboo of it made my pulse race between my legs.

Tess yanked me back inside before I could react. The owner barely cared. He only repeated that we had to buy something or leave. I noticed the sign for the video booths and paid the token f*e. We stepped into the dark corridor and chose an empty booth. The floor was sticky. A plastic chair sat in front of a blank screen. We fed a token in and a movie started— a woman on her knees surrounded by men, taking one cock after another. Neither of us had ever watched anything like it. Tess’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. Her nipples pushed hard against the thin fabric of her sweater. She was breathing faster.

Chapter 4: The Full Canvas The studio was alive with low, sensual lighting and the faint scent of incense mixed with paint and sex when Lucian locked the heavy doors for the most ambitious session yet. It was well past midnight, and the only people present were Lucian, Joshua, and four carefully chosen men, trusted patrons and fellow artists who understood the rules: complete discretion, and complete obedience to Lucian’s direction. Josh stood in the center of the large circular platform, completely naked, heart racing with a potent mix of nerves, excitement, and deep arousal. His body was already oiled to a golden sheen, the plug in his ass keeping him open and ready for what was coming.