The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance (10 page)

“Good girl,” He said, slipping under the covers and pulling me against Him, His hard-on pressing firmly against my backside.

“How are you feeling, pretty girl? Do you want to talk about what happened back in the playroom? I want you to know that you can tell Me any thoughts you have, negative or positive, about what happened in there. I want you to feel free to express whatever is on your mind, micah.”

“i’m doing well, thank You. At the moment, i don’t want to talk, although my brain is going a mile a minute. A lot happened, but if it’s okay with You, Sir, i’d like to take some time to process everything.

“But if i want to discuss something specific, i know to bring it to Your attention immediately. Right now, i’d just like to lay here with You.”

“We can talk whenever you’re ready,” He said while pulling me closer to Him. He removed an arm from around my waist to reach for the remote on the nightstand.

Before He shut off the lights and the sound system, i turned to face Him. “i do have one question before we call it a night, Sir.”

“Go ahead, ask your question.”

“Did You want me to relieve Your problem, Sir? my nature is to take care of my Man’s needs. i want to be sure that You’re satisfied.”

“What problem are you referring to, micah?”

i could hear the taunting in His voice. He was trying to make me blush. He wanted me to say it.

“Your hard-on, Sir. Would You like me to provide You with some, um, relief?” i’m sure He realized how nervous i was asking such a question. i didn’t want to go to sleep without ensuring He was satisfied. It wouldn’t hurt that i’d also glimpse what kept poking me in my back and what was now pressed firmly against my belly.

He snuggled against my neck, tightening His grip around my waist. He released a slight chuckle before giving me a quick peck on the lips. “No, pretty girl, not this time. your mouth and your pussy will bring Me a great deal of relief in the future. I’m a very patient Man.”

her Master

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. It was My last day off before I was on rotation for the next few days and micah wasn’t here. Fuck.

Pulling the covers back, I climbed out of bed and noticed a note on the nightstand on her side of the bed.
her side of the bed
. A smirk crossed My lips. micah felt so good in My arms last night. she belonged there, and I would do everything to make sure she stayed.

Presently, My dick was angry with Me. My dick was
very
angry with Me. The woman had been so eager to help Me out with My problem. It was hard—no pun intended—falling asleep with her shapely ass rubbing up against Me. I admired her enthusiasm; a Man had to appreciate a lady who loved sucking dick. she would be doing a lot of that in the future, but one thing at a time.

First, I needed to get rid of My morning wood, but before I got down to business, I read micah’s note.

Dear Sir,

i didn’t want to disturb You, but i needed to leave to get ready for work. i’m under a tight deadline. Because the exhibition is opening in a few weeks, i have a lot to do and calling out today wasn’t an option.

i’m sorry i left without saying good-bye, but i didn’t want to wake You. Please know that i didn’t want to disturb You out of respect. Under any other circumstances, i would never leave without permission. i promise to call You when i have a free moment today. Thank You for last night, it was wonderful. i can’t wait to see You again.

XoXo

micah

No smirk this time—this time she got a full smile out of Me. Shit, I couldn’t stop smiling. Being with micah made Me, in a word, exultant.

I appreciated her leaving Me a note, but this was My last day off before I’d be on rotation and teaching for the next four days. I wanted to see her.

I tossed the note on the bed and headed to the bathroom. I took a piss, rubbed one out, and got dressed to hit the treadmill in My home gym before I left to go see My girl.

The Whitney Museum. I hadn’t been there in years. It was time I made a visit.

Playtime

micah

All afternoon my thoughts were in disarray. What happened last night was, in a word, unbelievable.

Of the Doms i previously served, none compared to Rick. He was intelligent, self-assured, caring, and direct, straddling the line between sensitive and stoic. He turned me on yet terrified me a wee bit. For the first time in a very long time, i’d been forced outside my comfort zone, and i liked it a lot. i hadn’t anticipated things going as far as they did last evening, but i had no regrets. my biggest concern right now was how Rick would feel about me departing so abruptly.

He said He wanted to see me again and wanted exclusivity, but you know how Men can be sometimes: They say one thing but mean another.

When a Man like Rick was straightforward and direct, my first inclination was to believe His words, but i’d had the shittiest luck. i wanted to believe His sincerity, but part of me was ever so cautious. Rick was the kind of Guy who seemed too good to be true. Successful, handsome. Basically your tall, dark, and Alpha type.

If someone were to ask, i’d say i was a good judge of character, but sometimes people who initially start off great can completely take you by surprise, and not in a good way.

This morning it took me a moment to recall where i was. Once i got my bearings and my pulse stopped racing, i looked over to where Rick lay. i wanted desperately to give Him my own special version of “good morning.” Instead i watched the rhythmic rise and fall of His chest. His face displayed a charming, boyish innocence; i longed to run my fingers through His dark tousled hair.

Each time He exhaled, Rick’s lower lip would twitch. It was sexy as hell. i pulled the covers back, hoping to get a look at His elusive package. Sadly He was still clad in His boxer briefs, but He was semi-erect. i took a moment to assess His body. Rick Thomas was a work of art, and i was willing to bet He had the stamina of a bull.

i wanted to reach out and touch Him but thought it best that i didn’t. i’m sure He would have woken up and wanted to talk about our evening, since i wasn’t ready to discuss much before we fell asleep. i wasn’t a booty call, but i wasn’t ready to start the day bright-eyed and bushy-tailed discussing what happened last night over a cup of coffee, either.

Don’t get me wrong—i loved what i experienced last night, but it scared me
how much
i enjoyed it. It was only our first night together, but i did things i’d never done before. Everything about last night was out of character for me. Connections usually take time to happen; however, on my first date with this Man, i was ready to do whatever He asked.

Morning came too soon. i had to get going or i would be late for work. Slipping from under the covers, i tiptoed out of the bedroom and quietly entered the playroom, grabbing my belongings and dressing. i was sure to leave a note before heading out, but i was confident Rick would be pissed that i left without saying good-bye.

It was probably wrong that i got a little bit of a thrill thinking about that. He was kind of sexy when He was angry.

The day had been filled with firming up last-minute details and making sure all the preparations for the event were handled. In theory, i should have been nervous. This was a high-profile, multimillion-dollar event. The higher-ups made me want to down a bottle of Advil with a vodka chaser, but i wasn’t nervous. i was pissed the fuck off.

Today’s meeting with Joan and the exhibition manager, Guillaume Chaillot, whom i found to be an eccentric worrywart—the guy had a stick up his ass the size of Texas—nearly turned fatal. He asked Joan twice, while i sat across the table from him, if i was capable of handling the final preparations. That statement alone made me want to blow a gasket. No one should ever, and i do mean ever, question my work ethic or capabilities.

i always get results. i wouldn’t be tasked with additional responsibility if i weren’t good at my job.

Not once during the meeting did either of them acknowledge the extended hours our staff had been maintaining to make the exhibit as perfect as possible. Joan’s and Guillaume’s self-absorption was irksome but not surprising, but still, i found it annoying.

The gala would be happening soon, and then i’d resume a life of semi-normalcy.

What would my normal be now that Rick was somewhat in my life?

her Master

Before heading to the museum, I met a friend for lunch. Josh and I met about five years ago at a meetup for marathoners. I was prepping for My third New York City Marathon and wanted some new ideas to incorporate into My training. After exchanging info on tempo runs, supplements, and strength-training regimens, We began shooting the shit. Turned out We had a lot more in common than We initially thought.

A few weeks after that meetup, I ran into Josh at an event hosted by a NYC not-for-profit whose goals were to raise awareness of alternative lifestyles and dispel myths about D/s. The not-for-profit group hosted a variety of classes/workshops every Friday evening at a loft space downtown owned by one of the board members. It was a great learning opportunity for those who were interested in specific topics but weren’t sure how to obtain the information outside of the World Wide Web. It was low key and everyone who attended wore vanilla attire. It was a fairly relaxing environment. New York City, man— eight-million-plus people, but still a fucking small world. Who would’ve thought a Guy in My running group would share in My love of D/s and grow to be one of My closest friends?

Josh was also a Dom, but His interests were a bit more extreme than Mine. Being a Sadist, Josh enjoyed shit I got absolutely no thrill from. He was heavily into fisting, golden showers, needle play, and medical play.

The world of kink was vast, and I’d be the last one to knock someone’s interests. I saw no problem indulging in fetishes that followed the rules of safe, sane, and consensual play; however, medical fetishism did nothing for Me. Not a thing. Don’t even get Me started with pissing and fisting. I could think of many fun things to do with pussy and none of them included sticking My entire hand inside one.

In any case, Our hectic work schedules had made it tough for Josh and I to catch up. Today our free time just happened to overlap, and His law office wasn’t too far from My final destination: the Whitney.

When I met Him at the café, Josh immediately started in with twenty questions.

“So who is she?” He asked as We followed the hostess to a corner table.

“Who is what? What are You talking about?” I replied, perusing the lunch specials as We took Our seats.

“Don’t bullshit Me, Richard.”

I laughed. Now He was hitting below the belt. My mother, My superiors, and a few stick-in-the-mud colleagues were the only people who ever called Me “Richard.”

“Oh, it’s ‘Richard’ now, huh?”

Josh rolled His eyes. “Quit stalling. Who’s the woman, Rick? And don’t even try to deny it; I know something’s up.”

The waiter set two glasses of water down on Our table before announcing he’d return shortly.

I slowly took a sip of water before responding, “How did You know?”

“You’re grinning. You never fucking grin.”

See, I told you micah did something to Me. I mean shit, if a Guy who’s known Me for quite some time noticed, then she must be having quite an impact.

I paused and took a deep breath before I responded. There was no sense in bullshitting Him.

“Her name is micah. We met a few weeks ago. Well, I initially saw her at Spanxxx but ended up treating her.”

“So You’re fucking Your patients now?” Josh asked.

I gritted My teeth. This Guy, man, such a douche.

“No, I’m not fucking her, and she’s no longer My patient.”

“I never thought I’d see the day where Doctor Rick Thomas shat where He ate,” Josh replied, laughing.

“Look, it’s not what You think. I went to Spanxxx for one of their sub/slave auctions to blow off some steam after a particularly shitty day. Just so happens she had a severe asthma attack at the club. I got the situation under control and ended up treating her at Kincaid. Thing is, I already had My eye on her before everything happened. I was going to bid on her once the auction got underway.”

“Must be a hot little thing. So what’s the problem? Other than You not fucking her?”

I couldn’t hold in the chuckle that escaped My lips.

“I want to. I want her,
bad
. But . . .”

Josh held up a finger and interrupted Me. “Let Me guess the ‘but.’ Since samantha did a number on You, You’re not sure if You can ever completely trust a woman again.” He pursed His lips as if daring Me to challenge His assessment. “And We’re not talking just any woman, but a woman You want to take as Your sub. Are My Spidey senses on target?”

“Something like that,” I replied.

“No, it’s exactly that. Don’t bullshit Me, I know You, Bro. I’m not going to tell You what to do. I’m sure I’ll find out details about her if and when the time is right, but whatever You do, don’t be that Guy. Don’t pursue her if You can’t get Your shit together.”

He leaned forward and gave Me a pointed look. “Don’t lead her on. You hated when sam did it to You, so don’t do it to this girl.”

I turned My attention to the salt and pepper shakers on the table as a distraction, and lightly tapped the top of the pepper. The dreaded sam. He had a point. I was still a little gun shy but I definitely wasn’t leading micah on.

I leaned back in the chair, crossing My arms over My chest. “Last night was the first time I let go in a long time. I laid it on the line. You of all people know I don’t do vulnerable, but last night I gave in. I opened up and let go. she was in My playroom, Josh. My fucking playroom.”

My throat suddenly felt dry. I took another swig of water. “You know I don’t bring anyone there. The experience was surreal and I feel some kind of way about her, that’s the scariest part. We’re still in the early stages, but I’m so incredibly taken with her.”

I paused for a moment, letting Josh take in what I’d just revealed before continuing, “she spent the night.”