Forbidden: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (The Naughty List Bundles Volume Two)

by Raminar Dixon

  “It really is a huge pile, isn't it? My accountant talked me into buying it as a tax shelter, but I only use about a quarter of it. The rest of it just sits here looking massively expensive and useless.” Chuckling to himself, he poured a glass of bubbly and handed it to me, then got one for himself.

  “Come into the living room and sit,” he said. “We can talk a bit before dinner. I was telling the truth when I said I wanted to get to know you better.” I sat on a couch that felt soft as a cloud, and he sat next to me, turning at an angle so his knees touched mine. “You look lovely tonight, absolutely beautiful. I had no idea that bun on the back of your head would turn into a gorgeous cloud of auburn waves. Just lovely.” He stroked my hair, winding the end of one curl around his fingers and giving it a little tug. He leaned forward smoothly and, pulling my hair a little more forcefully, he captured my mouth with his sensuous lips. Pressing the tip of his tongue against my lips, he deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth. I moaned and held onto the back of his head, my thoughts swimming around. I'd never experienced kisses as hot as his. I could feel myself getting wet, close to soaking through the wispy fabric of my thong, when he pulled back slowly and stared into my eyes.

  “I couldn't resist that little greeting,” he said. “I've been thinking about kissing you since I left Ino last night, and vowed it was the first thing I'd do when I saw you again.”

  “And do you always fulfill any whim you have?” I asked. He grinned wickedly.

  “Usually.” His eyes sparkled, giving me another tug deep inside. Ten minutes with this man and my nipples were like rocks and I was close to dripping wet. I needed to get ahold of myself before I lost all control. Luckily, a soft bell tone chimed.

  “That means it's time to eat. Come with me. I forgot to ask, is there anything you don't eat?” I gave him a long look.

  “You mean you couldn't research it and find out?” I grinned to let him know I was just teasing.

  “Ah, but where would be the fun in that? There is some information I definitely want to find out firsthand. Your taste in food is just the beginning.”

  “In that case,” I said, “there's really nothing I won't at least try. I don't have a lot of experience eating gourmet foods, being a woman with a limited budget, but I'm adventurous.” He led me to a square table in a room down the hall, covered in creamy white linen and set with shining china and silver. A sideboard nearby was covered in heated and cooled serving dishes.

  “I made sure we would be self-sufficient tonight,” he said. “Now we can eat and be all alone, to see where the evening takes us.”

  “This is the most unusual dessert I've ever had,” I said, “but it's delicious.” A wooden tray of cheeses sat on the table between us, drizzled in wild honey. He smiled and, reaching over, dipped his finger in the honey and smeared it on my lips. Pulling me off the chair and onto his lap, he slowly began to lick the honey from my mouth, teasing every sticky bit from my lips. The licking turned into a deep kiss, hard and hot, and his tongue tangled with mine as he explored my mouth. His firm lips trailed their way down my neck, giving me little nips along the way. I shivered with pleasure and my nipples hardened into stiff buds. Reaching behind my neck, he unfastened the halter strings and allowed the top of my dress to fall to my waist.

  Sporting an evil grin, he dipped his finger in the honey again, smearing the sticky sweet all around my nipples. His tongue replaced his finger, licking all around the hard bud and flicking it, and his teeth lightly scraped the surface, promising more. I let out a moan of pleasure, edging toward pain. I moved, almost pulling away from him, and he changed back to using his tongue before moving to the other nipple. After having the dangerous feeling of his teeth once more on my nipple, I tried pushing his head away from my breast. He looked up into my eyes.

  “Too much for you, Kim? I think you're more afraid than you are in pain. Do you really want me to stop?” I shook my head, panting. I was reacting more than thinking now, but I knew I needed for this to go on as long as possible. He bent his head back to his task while one hand slipped under my skirt. Sliding up my thighs, he reached the thin strip of fabric and pushed it aside. He slid one finger inside my pussy and then, finding out how wet I was, added another. Curling the tips of his fingers up and down, he began to rub my clit with his broad thumb. I jumped, causing him to stop flicking my nipples and look at me again.

  “You're more than ready right now, baby. I can't believe how wet you are. It's time for a little more dessert.” He quickly stood up and, pushing aside the tablecloth and dishes, laid me flat on my back in the middle of the table. He pushed up my full skirt and, spreading my legs, began to lick his way up my full thighs. He reached the thong and, with a growl, reached up and tore the flimsy fabric away. His tongue slid upward until it reached my clit, hard and swollen. He laved it with his tongue, then stiffened the point and began to flick the hard little bud. I lifted my feet and put a spike-heeled shoe on each side of his hips to give him easier access. Moaning, I shook my head from side to side, feeling the crumpled linens beneath my hair.

  His tongue alternated between flicking my clit and circling it, never letting me get used to any rhythm before he changed it up again. The pressure built and built inside me, making me buck my hips up and down. I scrabbled with my fingers, desperately trying to hang on to something. Suddenly, he pushed two fingers back inside my pussy and curled them just at my g-spot. The pressure built inside until, screaming, I came with a gush and lay back on the table, panting. He looked up, smiling.

  “That's a good start. Don't slip away from me now, baby. The fun is just beginning.” I stared at him, wondering how much longer I could hang on. I'd rarely had an orgasm with a man, and never more than one at a time. This man was already a better lover than I'd had in a long time, and now he wanted more?

  He led me down a short hall and into the master bedroom. Thick black carpeting covered the floor, and the king sized bed was home to a thick, dove gray feather comforter. It was the coziest bed I'd ever seen, and yet the entire room seemed very masculine. He pulled me into the room and, after shutting the door, moved to me and began raining hot kisses on my lips and neck. He undid the short zipper at the back of my waist and let my dress drop to the floor, tearing off the rags of my thong in the process. Wanting to even the score a little bit, I reached for his waistband and began to undo his pants. I was shaking so badly my fingers were fumbling, but I managed to unzip the pants and pushed them down. Unbuttoning his shirt next, I admired his smooth, muscular body. Once again I wondered what a hot guy like this was doing with a plump girl like me. I decided that whatever the reason, I'd enjoy the ride for as long as I could.

  He pulled me down onto the bed, never breaking the hot kisses that deepened more by the second. Reaching down, he slid off his boxer briefs and tossed them on the floor. I slid my hand down his chest toward his stomach and reached for his cock. It stood stiffly at attention, with a head so big around that I couldn't circle it with my fingers. Running my hand down the silky skin, I began to massage his cock up and down. I broke the kiss and began running my tongue down his chest. I stopped to flick his nipples with my tongue and smiled as it brought a gasp from him. I worked my way down his body, kissing and licking his skin, until I reached the base of his cock.

  The head was purple and engorged with a drooling drop of pre-cum at the end. The stiff shaft stood out from his body, twitching. Stretching my mouth over the head, I sucked on it and pulled out, making a popping noise. He jumped as the sensitive tip moved from my hot mouth to the cooler air. I moved back onto the head and, holding the shaft in one hand, began to slide my mouth up and down. I milked the shaft in time with my bobbing head, mixed drool and pre-cum lubricating my hand along the way. His hands tangled themselves in my hair, gently holding my head and not pushing. Moaning sounds came from behind clenched teeth, and his body began to stiffen. His hand on my head grew more insistent, holding it in place as if he couldn't move. Suddenly, the grabbed my head and pulled it
away from his throbbing cock.

  “No, not yet! There's more I want from you.” Pushing me back down on the bed, he moved up until he was looming over me. The head of his cock nudged between my legs and, with a quick push, he filled me. Drawing the length of his cock out to the head, he teased me with a series of quick jabs. Just enough to make me hotter, and never enough to satisfy. I lay whimpering underneath him, begging for him to push it all in. He looked down again with that wicked grin and grabbed both my wrists in one hand, stretching them over my head and pinning me to the bed. The teasing short pumps continued until I was on the verge of coming again, and then he stopped, panting. I moaned, twisting my hips, trying to push myself farther onto his cock.

  “You want to come?” he asked. “Don't worry, you'll come. But only when I let you.” He continued to tease me with his stiff cock, bringing me to the edge and then stopping, again and again. I screamed and shook my head back and forth, losing any kind of sensible thought. My entire mind centered on my clit and pussy, and the need I had to come. He stopped and turned me over, pulling me up on my knees so he could pump himself into me from behind. The different angle teased my clit and pussy in a different way, making my desire to come even more torture than before.

  Finally, with gritted teeth that told me of the effort he was making to hold back, he pumped himself fully into me, the walls of my pussy milking his cock as he spurted cum into me again and again, roaring. I came at the same time, wave after wave making my entire body shudder. My eyes rolled back and I collapsed, completely limp and unable to move. I couldn't even speak, I was so overcome. I'd only read about multiple orgasms before tonight, and this man had just given me the most massive orgasm I'd ever believe possible.

  He collapsed beside me and pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. I looked up into his twilight blue eyes, still panting and trying to recover.

  “Sleep, baby. You deserve it. We'll talk more tomorrow.” Giving a small sigh, I snuggled into his broad chest and fell asleep.

  I woke up the next morning to find the bed empty and Mitch nowhere to be found. A little cart sat at the foot of the bed holding coffee, fruit, and croissants. A note sat in the middle of the plate, waiting for me.

  Baby, last night was unbelievable. I hope it's just the first of many. Business calls, or I would have woken you up the way I put you to sleep. Next time, perhaps. Eat, shower, relax, whatever you want to do. When you're ready to go, the car is downstairs waiting to take you home.

  Until next time,

  Mitch

  I was disappointed, but really couldn't blame him. After all, last night wasn't planned, was it? He couldn't drop every detail of his business life just to stay home and cuddle in bed with me. I ate and showered, putting on my dress from the night before, I felt a bit exposed going without underwear, but Mitch had torn that to ribbons. Hopefully it wasn't obvious and I could get home and changed before anyone noticed.

  I walked into the kitchen to find the driver from last night drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

  “Ready to go?” he asked. Nodding, I followed him out to the car and on my way home, wondering when I'd see my bad boy billionaire again.

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  Two Billionaires Are Better Than One

  by Daphne Loveling

  Copyright 2014 Daphne Loveling

  Sex in a suit, times two.

  That’s how Kendra’s boss, Marilyn, had described Reid Taylor and Kieran Green. When Marilyn had told Kendra about the job, she had warned her straight away about the rather unusual merger. Two advertising firms, each of which had been started by hot, eligible men when they were in their mid- twenties. Reid Taylor, the first firm, was known for its ingenious and forward-looking use of social media. The second, Green Media, had made a name for itself in helping sustainable brands gain a market advantage.

  The two firms had won some of the largest profile accounts on the national scene, even stealing some accounts from top agencies in New York and London. Now, the two men who had founded the firms – Reid Taylor and Kieran Green -- had decided to combine them. The decision had made the front page of the business section in every major paper in the Midwest and the East coast. The newly formed Taylor Green Group was a strategic merger designed to build on the strengths of both firms. Analysts predicted that the merger would place Taylor Green as the number one advertising firm in Chicago, and a major player on the international scene.

  Marilyn had called Kendra into her office a few weeks later, to give her the good news that their interior design firm had been chosen to design Taylor Green’s new offices downtown. Kendra would be in charge of the project – her first really big assignment since joining Marilyn Gilmore Design almost a year ago. “This is a job that will gain you and us a lot of visibility, if you do it right,” Marilyn advised. “I’m taking a risk giving this to you. Their satisfaction is goal number one.”

  Kendra had accepted with glee and gratitude – what an amazing opportunity! But once the excitement of the news had worn off, she realized that she both relished and dreaded the prospect of next few months. On the one hand, she would have the privilege of spending long hours in the company of two incredibly sexy, handsome men who had both made the “Chicago’s Most Eligible Bachelors” list more than once.

  On the other hand… well, she would be spending long hours in the company of two men who were rich, highly successful, and had reputations for being both shrewd and demanding. Kendra had already done a fair amount of research on them both, and what she had seen both excited and frightened her:

  Reid Taylor: thirty-two, never married, a bit of a playboy, known for his love of sailing and extreme sports. In the pictures she googled, he was unnaturally handsome: even white teeth and strong, masculine features, with piercing blue eyes that gazed out from a cap of tousled blond hair. Kieran Green: just turned thirty, also never married, known for his meteoric rise from a lower-middle class family to Harvard Business School. He had spent three years at another firm before striking out on his own, and had built his agency from two employees at the start to over twenty now. Known as a bit of a workaholic, but also a connoisseur of fine food and wine, his emerald green eyes and reddish blond hair betrayed his Irish roots. Both of them were undeniably, absolutely gorgeous. Sex in suits, indeed.

  Kendra had certainly worked with demanding people before, and she prided herself on maintaining a professional attitude even under pressure. But she had never worked with two men who would obviously be very physically distracting, not to mention intimidating. These men had both made their fortunes out of knowing exactly what they wanted, and knowing how to get it. She was sure they wouldn’t suffer fools gladly. And any differences of opinion they had with one another regarding the design of their new offices might be difficult to navigate. Clearly, she would need to be razor sharp and as prepared as possible for their first meeting. Kendra knew she was lucky that Marilyn had such confidence in her abilities, and she silently vowed not to let her boss down with Messrs. Taylor and Green.

  That night, as Kendra prepared at home for her first meeting with the two men, she stood staring in dismay at her wardrobe and tried to think what she could possibly wear. This was the one area of her professional and personal life that she struggled the most with. Kendra liked to think of herself as reasonably attractive, and she knew that Marilyn saw great potential in her abilities. But as Kendra looked in the mirror now, all she saw was the chubby girl of her childhood, an identity that she’d never quite managed to come to terms with as an adult.

  She didn’t think she was bad looking, exactly, but of course she did not correspond to the femi
nine ideal in the fashion magazines. Men in general just did not notice her, as a rule. Those who did, unfortunately, were generally not the types she found the least bit attractive. And although she had had a boyfriend or two here and there in college, most of her experiences with the opposite sex had left a lot to be desired. Post-college, the landscape was even bleaker. The men she had been with were inept at knowing how to please a woman at best, and at worst, completely uninterested in learning what she needed in bed. In fact, not one of the (admittedly few) men she had been with had ever brought her to orgasm. The only real sexual release Kendra had ever felt had been by herself, in the privacy of her own darkened room at night. She knew that, in theory, there were men out there who knew what pleased a woman, but she wondered if she would ever meet one who would want to drive her wild.

  All of this had led to Kendra pushing thoughts of romance and passion far from her mind. The men she met in her professional life were either gay, pompous, or just creepy. Online dating was out: she just couldn’t bring herself to do it, telling herself she wasn’t that desperate – not yet, anyway. She presumed that she just would not be one of those women whose life in the bedroom would ever be as fulfilling as she wished. Better to focus on her career; in that arena, at least, she was proving to have a bright future. But really, she reflected now, as she gazed at her outfits, was it so impossible that one day she could find someone who would make her scream with desire? Was it really too much to ask that someone she found attractive would find her attractive, as well? Wistfully, she turned to glance at the laptop sitting on the bed. Pictures of Reid Taylor and Kieran Green stared back at her from the screen. She sighed. Men like that did not dream of women like her. Men like that only went for the stick-thin fashion model types.