Taboo

Taboo

A Short Erotic Story

By

A.M. Madden

Published by A.M. Madden

Copyright ©2016 A.M. Madden

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

USA Today bestselling author, A.M. Madden, also wrote The Back-Up Series, The Shortstop, LOVE on The Horizon, and The True Heroes Series. All books available on www.ammadden.com.

Taboo

"What is your greatest fantasy?" he asked.

"The unknown," I responded a little too quickly. "Not knowing what will happen or when it will happen, how it will happen. Being incapacitated in every way. Being at someone's mercy. I've always wondered what that would feel like." He nodded, but otherwise said nothing.

I've never admitted that to anyone, but things are different with him. Nothing is taboo. Nothing is off the table. Normally shy and reserved, he is the first person to crack my shell, and peel it away piece by piece. He's already taken me to heights that I've never experienced before, and with each encounter it gets better and better.

That discussion was weeks ago. He never mentioned it again, leaving me to believe he completely forgot about my secret desires, until tonight. He kisses my lips just before darkness takes over.

"Tonight we see just how much of the unknown you can truly handle," he rasps into my ear as he tightens the blindfold. He never warned me it was going to finally happen. I was given no hints until the black, silky scarf appeared in his hands a few minutes ago.

Thrill, fear, and excitement all course through me like electrical currents.

The soft bedding feels like a cloud beneath me. Every sound he makes is amplified; the rustling of fabric, the opening of drawers, the soft footsteps of barefoot feet on plush carpeting, his breathing as he leans close to my head.

He gently wraps a thick rope around my wrist. The slack is removed so my arm is straightened. He never speaks as he repeats the process with the other wrist, and then each ankle rendering me immobile. The anticipation is killing me. The excitement I feel must be evident as I lay spread eagle, and vulnerable to any of his intentions.

Minutes tick by, and he still doesn't utter a word. It's deathly quiet. So quiet that I wonder if he left the room. An image of him sitting across from me staring at my naked breasts and my exposed sex has me squirming embarrassingly.

I turn my head from side to side, trying to decipher if he is indeed still here. Has he left me here? Would he do that? If he's here, he must know that I'm nervous by the way my heavy breathing pathetically forces my breasts to rise and fall rapidly.

An eternity passes when I finally feel a fingertip trace my nipple. Over and over he circles the hardened peak until it can grow no stiffer. He replaces his fingertip with his lips. They surround my nipple, and suck forcibly. A jolt shoots right through my core, causing my back to arch from the pleasure I am finally feeling.