The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance (17 page)

“you look beautiful, micah. My family is going to love you,” He whispered in my ear.

my God, i felt my pussy clench with need. It didn’t take much, but He always knew how to raise my body temperature way past ninety-eight-point-six degrees.

“Thank You, Sir. You look very handsome as well,” i countered.

He ran His tongue slowly up and down my neck, nipping at my earlobe before planting small kisses along my jawline.

my breathing hitched and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as His hands gripped me tighter around my waist.

“you’re curious about what’s in the box?” He asked, slowly kissing the pulse point on my neck.

i bit my lip to suppress a moan.

i wanted to scream. He had a habit of building up my excitement only to leave me unfulfilled. Here i was fidgeting like a cat in heat, but He remained calm, cool, and collected.

i may have been celibate for a longer amount of time, but my Master hadn’t had sex in months.
Months.
That’s like forty dog years for a Man with a healthy libido. He had unfettered access to my body and He never took full advantage.

i couldn’t understand it. What Man would willingly put Himself through such a torture? More importantly,
why
would a Man put Himself through such torture?

“We’re going to have some fun tonight. What I have in the box is for both of us, micah.”

i didn’t like His tone—not at all. There was an underlying mischief present. It was only a matter of time before the other shoe dropped.

He released me from His hold before walking over to the dresser to scoop up the velvet box. Extending the box to me, He said, “Here, open your gift.”

i looked up at Him, trying to read His facial expression, but He gave nothing away. my Master simply gave me one of His trademark smirks and folded His arms across His broad chest. The way His dress shirt stretched across His pecs induced all sorts of naughty images.

i was so close to begging to be fucked.

Before opening the box, i glanced at Him once more, hoping that His facial expression would give me some sort of clue as to what was inside.

“Go ahead,” He instructed, putting His hands in His pockets.
Sexy motherfucker
.

i opened the box to discover a love egg staring back at me. i looked up to see Him twirling the wireless remote around His finger.

i had no words, none. He couldn’t possibly want me to put this thing inside me and wear it to Thanksgiving dinner with His family. No way in hell. He wouldn’t be that cruel, would He?

He couldn’t be serious. . . .

Just as i was about to inquire, my Master stepped closer, His massive body practically on top of me, and somehow got closer still before detailing His plan. His voice low and smooth, His words devastating. “you’ll insert the egg before we depart. My intention is to make you cum very hard all while not disturbing our meal. Do you understand?”

i nodded.

“you know better. A verbal response, please, micah.”

“Yes, Master, whatever You desire,” i replied softly.

Shit. He never indicated that He was a Sadist of sorts. Okay, maybe calling Him a Sadist was a bit extreme, but this was fucked up.

Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas. Please excuse me while i cum all over your Queen Anne chair.

i take that back. Rick was a Sadist to demand this of me. For all that was dear and holy, why?

i wanted to cry. my pussy wanted to cry. we were both miserable.

i quickly closed the box and returned to the mirror to apply a bit more blush before i was instructed to insert that horrid apparatus. my back was to Him, but i could see His reflection in the mirror as He stood behind me.

“Do you like it?” He asked, watching me apply translucent powder to my cheekbones. “Somehow, I thought you’d find the color pink appealing.”

“Yes, Sir,” i lied.

Shit. i don’t know why i said yes, He’d know in an instant i didn’t mean it.

“micah,” He replied sternly, “don’t lie to Me. you know how I feel about dishonesty.”

Yep, it was really futile to feign delight. He saw through me every time. i had to to come clean. “The pink is fine, Sir. Honestly, i’m fine with the color. i’m just not thrilled with . . .”

“With what?” He asked, making His way toward me.

i whispered, “With us.”

He frowned. He had always asked that i be truthful, but i wasn’t so sure He wanted to hear this truth.

His voice wavered before becoming quieter. “What do you mean, you’re not thrilled with us?” my Master’s face ran through about a million different emotions in less than a breath before teetering between hurt and anger. “Don’t tell Me you want to back out . . .”

On some level i was glad for His strong reaction. He made me feel like that almost every day.

i didn’t want to leave Him—there was no way in the world i could walk away from Him. Things were close to perfect between us, except for that one area of contention.

“No, i’m not backing out, Sir. i really don’t . . . i-i’m a bit confused and need some clarity.”

Rick raised an eyebrow and crossed His arms over His chest. “Clarity about what, exactly?”

i had His attention, so i needed to woman up and tell my Master what was troubling me.

“Well, i had been wondering why You haven’t initiated anything beyond oral sex with me. We’ve been together for some time now, and neither of us have had other partners since we began our relationship.” my heart pounded against my rib cage, pushing me to say more. “You wanted monogamy and exclusivity. You have both. i have a clean bill of health. i’m on the Pill. i’ve moved in here.” i counted off all of His requirements on my fingers, never taking my eyes off His.

Something flickered there. Doubt? Remorse?

i shouldn’t have said that. . . .

He blinked, and whatever insecurities Rick had shown vanished. my Master pressed His lips together and nodded for me to continue.

i swallowed and lowered my gaze. “You’re well aware of everything i’ve said, Sir. They were all things we agreed upon in our contract. So forgive me, but i just don’t understand. Have i done something to displease You?” i wrapped my arms around myself, feeling small and stupid for putting so much stock in a sex act, but damnit, i wanted Him. i had uprooted my life because i trusted Him and the connection i believed we shared.

He demanded honesty. Well, i deserved some too.

“i’ve been a really good, patient girl. i was under the impression that one of the reasons i’d be moving in with You was to ramp up our intimacy level, but You never touch me . . .
like that
.” Looking up, i met His penetrating stare. The blue of His irises flickered again, this time the softness lingered.

He sighed loudly before approaching me and gently cupping my face in His hands. “micah, trust Me when I say that I find you attractive in every way. you are physically and intellectually stunning. you keep Me on My toes. you’re confident, you’re sensitive, you’re attentive, you’re driven, you’re independent. you’re the bright spot in My life, pretty girl. I’m very content with you. Actually, I’m more than content with you.”

His words and His actions were contradictory. We lived together. We shared a bed every night. If i was everything He said i was to Him, then why didn’t my Master want to increase our level of intimacy?

“If i’m all the things You say i am, then why haven’t we made love, Sir?” i asked.

He owed me the truth, even if it hurt. i wanted to hear it. i deserved to hear it.

He paused briefly as if He were carefully selecting His words. “Please, micah. I just need time. I know it’s selfish for Me to ask that of you, but I need you to trust Me on this.”

He needed time?

i sacrificed. i was fully invested in making this dynamic work. i signed a contract and freely gave myself to Him. i agreed to uproot my life and move in with Him to see if what we had was sustainable for the long run.

i was looking for forever.

He occupied my mind and my spirit.

On numerous occasions, when we would lay together, i poured my soul out to Him regarding my dreams and my desires. i loved Him. i was in love with Him. So what if i hadn’t told Him yet? i knew what i felt.

But He needed time. Time? What the fuck could He possibly need more time for?

my hands began to shake as He caressed my face. i was livid. i didn’t give a fuck about repercussions. i no longer cared about knowing my place. Decorum went out the fucking window.

There had to be a reason He was stalling.

i blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Are You still in love with samantha? Is that what’s keeping You from having sex with me? Do You still have feelings for her?”

i was silently praying He’d say no.

If He admitted He was still in love with samantha, i think my heart would shatter. i had invested so much in this relationship and was on a path to regret.

kisa was right. i should’ve listened to her when i had the chance to walk away unscathed.

Before, i saw what i wanted. i wanted to believe Rick and i had a connection. i wanted to believe that He felt as strongly about me as i did about Him. i took His words at face value because He had asked me to trust Him. And i did trust Him.

He had seemed so earnest, and now He was asking me to trust Him again.

i had no reason to trust Him. His desire to treat me as a plaything spoke volumes. i wasn’t worth fucking. Why did He even bother asking me to meet His family? What was the point?

He guffawed before slipping His hands from my face and placing them on my waist. His laugh quickly subsided as He stared at me with an intensity i’d never witnessed before.

His normally bright blue eyes darkened. The look He gave me made it clear that i’d hit a sore spot. A very, very sore spot. He looked as angry as i felt.

Well then, now we’re even. Why be mad because i spoke the truth?

“This,” He said through clenched teeth while gesturing between us, “doesn’t have shit to do with samantha. she isn’t a factor. she has never been a factor. Ever. I just need time. Please, give Me that, micah. I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but you have to understand that if I’m asking you to be patient it’s for a very good reason.”

He cupped my face in His hands. “Please,” He whispered, resting His forehead against mine.

i wriggled out of His grasp. “Sure, Sir. Time. If that’s what You seek, i’ll give You time,” i responded tersely.

i was certain He picked up the brusqueness in my tone. i have never blatantly disrespected a Dom. Never once. But now i didn’t care. i was pissed.

He was clearly bothered by my tone but didn’t call me on it.

i was ready to end this conversation. i didn’t want to hear anymore, but Rick didn’t want to let it go.

He pulled me closer to Him as i tried my best to move away. i didn’t want to be anywhere near Him at that moment but He held my wrists as He spoke. “micah, please don’t be upset. Just know that I find you incredibly desirable. We’ll get there, pretty girl, I promise. Now, go insert your egg so we can test it out and be on our way.”

He fucking had to be kidding, right?

i couldn’t give two shits about the egg.

Inside, i was a volcano ready to explode. i wanted to cry. i had so much i wanted to say, but i bit my tongue. i wanted to give Him a piece of my mind and call bullshit on His claim of finding me desirable.

How does that even make sense? Actions speak louder than words, right? At that moment, i felt like i was getting a lot of lip service.

With a hefty dose of attitude, i promptly turned on my heels and headed into the bathroom with that godforsaken egg in tow.

i didn’t know what to do, but i knew for certain i didn’t want to give Him time.

Fuck Your time.

her Master

she was pissed.

micah had remained respectful, barely—and I do mean
barely
.

Normally, I would never tolerate such insolence from a submissive, but I could see by looking at her that a battle was waging within. I allowed her brazenness because I understood her frustration.

micah was granted one freebie and that was it.

Funny thing was, it was a turn-on to witness micah’s poor attempts at controlling her anger.

I couldn’t blame her for being angry. How would I even explain to her what I was thinking without making her feel like shit?

Sorry, micah, I don’t want to have sex with you until I can tell you I love you. I’m certain I do, but I guess I have cold feet when it comes to saying the words.

Charming, right?

My emotional connection with micah was pretty profound; it even surprised Me sometimes.

When she wasn’t angry with Me, we had a tendency to finish each other’s sentences. I laughed at the corniest things due to her silly sense of humor. she loved everything about the ’80s while I cringed thinking about the tacky trends that stemmed from that time in history. Don’t get Me wrong, I loved a lot of the music that came out of the ’80s, but the majority of things from that decade I could do without.

she had this hilarious habit of cooking My breakfast in only her underwear while lip-syncing to that song “Maniac” from
Flashdance
. Quirky and weird and completely at ease with herself, that was part of what drew Me to her. she was perfect in every sense of the word. micah didn’t attempt to impress anyone. she was a woman comfortable in her skin, and I found that to be an incredible turn-on.

At times, when she wasn’t aware of My presence, I would watch her. I swear My heart beat a little faster. What I had with micah was rare.

I was a lucky Man, a truly lucky Man.

* * *

Thanksgiving dinner went off without a hitch, even after the prequel to World War III. Well, if you didn’t count the four times I cranked the wireless remote to the egg up to its highest setting. By My estimate, micah came three, possibly four times, and that was all before dessert was served.

Oh, My pretty girl fought hard to control her demeanor and did a hell of a job. No one seemed to notice how uncomfortable she was, despite micah’s occasional fits of stuttering.