Taboo Young Collections Novels & Stories

For a brief second, I looked from one man to another, my pulse racing as anticipation settled heavily over the room. This was the moment I had been waiting for. “Fuck,” Enzo and Adrian groaned together as they stroked themselves faster. “Keep your mouth wide open,” Damien instructed. I obeyed, lifting my chin while watching them. Before I could think, they all reached their climax and burst their seed across my face. “Hmm…” Adrian moaned as he came, his breathing turning ragged. I slowly licked across my lips and released a deep sigh, tasting what remained before wiping the rest from my cheek with the back of my hand.

"But that's exactly what makes us keep going. The forbidden, the taboo... and you." The taboo of their age difference, the forbidden intimacy of their relationship, the risk of being discovered—all of it mixed with pleasure, making every moment more intense, more exciting, more impossible to resist. They remained there, entwined, sweaty bodies, warm skin, racing hearts, aware that this total surrender would change everything forever.

It was a fucking dungeon. Black walls. Mirrors on the ceiling and one whole side so you could see everything from every angle. A big leather-padded St. Andrew’s cross bolted to the far wall, cuffs already hanging from the top and bottom. A heavy wooden spanking bench with restraints. A massive four-poster bed in the center with thick black sheets and metal rings welded into the frame. Shelves along one wall lined with toys— floggers, paddles, crops, nipple clamps, vibrators, butt plugs, bottles of lube, coils of rope, chains. Everything neat. Everything waiting. My stomach flipped. My pussy clenched so hard I felt fresh slick drip down my thigh. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same ti

Sometimes they held something hotter. Tonight was the wrap party for a small project Tommy finished. The event was at a big house in the hills. Music played loud. People laughed and drank. Cameras flashed outside. Paparazzi waited behind ropes. Tommy wore a black shirt that fit him perfectly. It showed his strong chest. Siya wore a simple dark dress. She stayed professional. She kept her notebook ready. Tommy stayed near her most of the night. “Stay close,” he said at one point. “These parties can get crazy.”