Forbidden

by R. R. Banks

  And because my education is – somewhat stunted – I feel like I'm still well behind most everybody my age when it comes to things like reading and math, among other things.

  And it drives me crazy.

  I often tell myself that one day, I'll have the courage to run away from the compound. That I'll have the strength to escape and start a new life somewhere else. And that's why I need to be educated. I need to be ready to be able to function in society. Get a job. An apartment. I need to be able to speak to others without sounding like a blithering idiot.

  And for the last year and a half or so, Danny has secretly been tutoring me. Getting me up to speed as best he can. I tell myself that having him in my life serves a very practical purpose. But deep down, I know that it's more than that. I enjoy being around him. I enjoy his company. He helps make me feel like I'm not alone in this world. He makes me feel like somebody actually cares about me.

  It's not something I'm used to, but it's something I've come to enjoy. Even rely upon. Danny is my only connection to the outside world. He's my lifeline.

  Of course, if Raymond ever found out about Danny and me, he'd kill the both of us.

  I tell myself that some things are worth the risk though. Spending time with Danny brings a little light into my life. The only light I have to look forward to. He helps lift me up and make my existence a little less dreary. And he helps satisfy not just my intellectual needs, but my physical desires as well.

  Biting my bottom lip, I stand up and look him in the eye. He gives me a small smile and stands up. Raising my hands over my head, I let him lift the shapeless gray dress I'm forced to wear on the compound. I kick off my shoes and pull off my gray knee socks.

  And then I'm standing before him completely naked. I never grow tired of the way his eyes roam my body – the way he takes me in so thoroughly and completely. He looks at me with a raw hunger in his eyes that makes my heart stutter. And he looks at me as if I'm the most beautiful piece of art hanging in the most prestigious museum in the world.

  Seeing that look of pure desire on his face never fails to make the fire between my thighs burn even brighter. And it never fails to get me wet.

  “You didn't wear panties today?” Danny asks, his eyebrow raised and a flirty smile on his lips.

  “I figured they'd just get in the way.”

  He steps forward and kisses me, long and hard. He runs his hands through my long, dark hair, gently pulling on it, as our tongues swirl and dance with one another. Running the tip of his tongue down my neck, I moan softly as he gently nips my collarbone while his hands knead my breasts.

  Sliding my hand down, I stroke his cock through his jeans. Feeling him grow stiffer beneath my hand makes the fire in me burn hotter, makes me grow even wetter. I squeeze him hard, drawing a moan from him. Danny slides his hand between my thighs, the tip of his finger tickling my clit. And when he slips his finger into me, driving it in deep, I gasp.

  I feel my face flushing as Danny moves his finger inside of me, sliding it in and out. I dig my nails into his shoulder as he slides a second finger into me and begins moving them harder and faster. I cry out as he drives them deep into me and begin to feel that familiar warmth beginning to spread out inside of me.

  Quickly dropping to his knees, Danny puts my leg up over his shoulder and buries his face in the warm, wet center of me. I grasp his hair, pulling it as he licks and sucks on the most intimate parts of me.

  “Danny,” I moan. “Oh God, Danny...”

  His tongue teases my clit, licking and sucking on it as he slips his fingers back into me. He pumps them into me hard and fast, his tongue moving quickly and expertly on my clit. I throw my head back and cried out, intense sensations gripping my body.

  I grind myself down on Danny's face and fingers, taking him deeper into me as the fire inside of me burns out of control. As he licks and fingers me, I feel my body tense and my heart beats a drunken rhythm. And then all at once, my control disappears.

  With a loud cry, I grip Danny's head, grinding myself against his face even harder as my orgasm thunders through me. My body trembles and my stomach is turning somersaults. Danny keeps his fingers and tongue moving in me as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes down over me.

  After several long moments, I let go of his hair and let him stand up. He looks at me, his mouth wet with my juices, a look of animalistic desire on his face. I pull him to me and kiss him hard as I unbutton his jeans. Reaching into his pants, I grip his cock and make him moan as I give it a hard squeeze.

  I give him a sultry smile and start to slip down to my knees when he stops me. The expression on his face is one of sheer want. Need. Desire. And it sends a flutter through my belly.

  “You don't want me to –”

  “I need to be inside of you, Calee,” he says, his voice husky. “I need to be inside of you now.”

  “Do whatever you want to me,” I reply. “I'm yours, Danny.”

  He quickly dug a condom out of the box on the table and with hands that are surprisingly trembling, he clumsily slips it on. Grabbing me by the shoulders, Danny turns me around. I look back over my shoulder at him as he bends me over the table. I shudder as he runs his hands across my ass and up my back, feeling him grip a handful of my hair. I gasp and feel my eyes grow wide as he gives my hair a hard pull at the same moment he drives his stiff cock into my tight, wet opening. I revel in the sensation of having his long, hard cock moving inside of me.

  With one hand pulling my hair and the other squeezing my ass, Danny starts to pump his hips, thrusting himself deep inside of me again and again. I moan, my body radiating with pleasure, and I push myself back against him, trying to take him even deeper into me.

  Danny fucks me harder, the sound of our skin slapping together mixed with our cries of passion and pleasure echoed around the inside of the spartanly furnished cabin. The feeling of having Danny inside of me filled me with joy – really, the only joy I know in this life. The few hours a week I get to spend with Danny are really, all I have. All I can look forward to.

  Which is why I relish that time with such a wild abandon.

  Danny steps back, his face flushed and sweat beading on his brow. Grabbing my hand, he stands me up and then pushes me back down on the table, so I'm flat on my back. Holding my legs up, he puts them over his shoulders and steps forward again. Smiling at me, he rubs the head of his cock against my wet, swollen opening. I try to grab hold of him and pull him forward, but he just smiles and teases me by rubbing his cock against my clit, sending another wave of sensation through me.

  “Please, Danny,” I gasp. “Please, I need to feel you in me.”

  With a salacious smile on his face, Danny steps forward and slides his cock into me slowly. I bite my lip and moan as he slides into me inch by delicious inch. When he's fully sheathed inside of me, he gives his hips a good, hard thrust, making me gasp with delight.

  Danny begins to rock his hips and move inside of me. I claw at the table as I'm overcome with pleasure. He looks me in the eye, holding my gaze as he begins to thrust his cock into me harder and faster. With one hand, he kneads my breast, giving my nipple a firm pinch that sends a wave of pain that blends with the pleasure and creates a sensation so intense, it has me feeling lightheaded.

  Danny thrusts himself into me again and again, making me cry out as I dig my fingers into his arms. His breathing grows ragged and his movements are becoming more frantic – I can tell he's close.

  He thrusts himself hard into me again, making me call out his name. The fire down low inside of me is burning bright and I feel Danny bringing me to the brink again. He leans down, sucking on my breasts, biting my nipples. The bolt of pain highlights the torrent of pleasure running through my body and I cry out, writhing beneath him.

  “Christ, Calee,” Danny stuttered, his movements becoming frenzied.

  “Please, come for me, Danny,” I choke out through my ragged breaths. “Come for me. Please”

  Throwing his head bac
k, Danny cries out, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs so hard, it's almost painful. His body tenses for a moment and then with one final thrust, I feel his muscles let go. I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing within me as he fills the condom with his warm seed.

  Just feeling him throbbing inside of me was enough to push me over the edge. With Danny still inside of me, I thrash and writhe beneath him. A feeling like charges of electricity shoot through my body as my orgasm crashes down over me. I call out his name again and again as my orgasm washes through me.

  And when the maelstrom of sensation finally ebbed, I felt wrung out. Yet, incredibly satisfied. Danny steps back, a goofy grin on his face. When I climb down off the table, he pulls me into a tight embrace and gives me a chaste kiss. Turning away as if he's embarrassed, he slips the condom off his deflated cock and drops it into a trash can.

  “You are amazing,” he says. “I'll never understand how you got so good at this being out there.”

  “I read,” I said. “I read a lot.”

  My smile falters for a moment before I step closer and wrap my arms around him, savoring the feel of his warm body pressed to mine. While I do read a lot – including a lot of steamy novels – the last thing I want to tell him is the truth. And that truth is that Raymond – before I'd been set aside – had made me watch a lot of pornography with him before he had sex with me.

  It had taken some time for me to feel comfortable enough to open up to Danny sexually. For a long while, I didn't even want him touching me. And because we were friends and thought he had an idea of what I endured as Raymond's wife, he never pushed me to do anything. Eventually though, our friendship grew to be something more. Something beautiful. And when that happened, I found urges and desires I never thought I could have, blooming within me.

  The first time Danny and I made love, I cried afterward. He held me close and kept telling me that it was okay, that everything was going to be alright. And for the first time in my life, I believed that things might really be okay. After that, we made love as frequently as I could – which was unfortunately, not as often as I would have liked given the difficulty I had getting off the compound.

  We never had much time together, but we made the time we did have count.

  But I still shuddered at the memory of the things Raymond did to me. The things he made me do. They're memories I want to forget. Forever. But they are like a dark stain on my soul that will never come out no matter how hard I scrub. And while being with Danny didn't banish them entirely, it helped keep them at bay.

  At least for a little while.

  Chapter Two

  Eric

  “You sure you don't need to be down there, mixing and mingling?”

  I look at my watch and shrug. “Not just yet. Cocktails are still being served,” I say. “I've got a little time yet. Besides, shouldn't you know the schedule of events?”

  She steps over to me, a flirty little smile on her face. “Good,” she purrs. “Then let's make the most of that time.”

  We're in a hotel room overlooking downtown San Francisco. In the ballroom downstairs is a ceremony I don't particularly want to attend. But one the ceremony's organizer, Lara Weathers – the woman currently stroking my cock through my tuxedo pants – insisted I attend.

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” I say and unclip my bowtie.

  She arches her eyebrow at me. “A clip on? Really?”

  I shrug. “You ever try tying one of these things?” I ask. “It's a bitch.”

  Taking off my jacket, I drape it over the chair, careful not to wrinkle it. Same with the shirt. Laura steps forward and runs her perfectly manicured hands over my chest. Leaning forward, she runs the tip of her tongue across my skin, giving my nipples a playful little bite.

  Lifting her chin up so I can look into her eyes, I kiss her. Our tongues swirl together in her mouth, the kiss growing more urgent and passionate. Though our mouths are pressed together, I groan as she squeezes my cock nice and hard through my pants.

  I make it up to San Francisco a few times a year and always get together with Lara. Neither one of us want anything serious, so we work out well together. She's a good person, but an even better lay. She knows what I like, I know what she likes, and we provide each other with a good distraction.

  Unzipping her dress as we kiss, she steps back and slides it off, carefully placing it on the chair with my jacket and shirt. She turns back to me and I feel my cock growing even stiffer as I drink her in. Lara's long red hair sets off eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. Her skin is milky white, dotted with freckles, with full breasts capped with perky, pink nipples and is curvy in all the right places.

  Standing before me in nothing but silky black thigh high stockings and her six-inch stiletto heels, she gives me a sultry smile. She traces her fingertip down her body, circling her nipples, before sliding it down her stomach.

  I feel the fires of lust burning bright within me as I watch her slip her finger between her thighs. Her lips part and she lets out a small gasp as she slides two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. Her eyes never leaving mine, Lara moans as she plunges her fingers into her tight little opening.

  Stepping close to her, I continue to watch Lara finger herself, my cock hard and throbbing. When she takes her fingers out of her pussy, they glisten with her juices. Her smile is almost feline-esque when I grab her by wrist and slip her fingers into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.

  That vixenish smile still on her face, Lara slips down to her knees. Unzipping my pants, she pulls my cock out, her small, delicate fingers circling the base of my shaft. She gives it a good hard squeeze before sliding her hand up and down, her eyes filled with desire as she strokes my cock.

  I watch her as she runs the tip of her tongue up and down my shaft, her hand working in rhythm with her mouth. Slipping the head of my dick between her soft lips, she licks and sucks on it nice and hard. I tangle my fingers up in her hair, giving it a good, hard tug as she takes my cock all the way into her mouth.

  She bobs her head up and down, licking and sucking my cock while she cups and squeezes my balls. Lara tightens her lips around me as she grabs hold of my cock again, her hand and mouth working in tandem.

  “Jesus, Lara,” I say, my voice a little breathy.

  Her beautiful blue eyes are still locked on mine as she sucks and jerks me off and I know if I don't stop her soon, I'll blow my load in her mouth. And I'm not ready for that just yet. No, I have an itch that needs to be scratched.

  Stepping back, I fish a condom out of my pants before stepping out of them and laying them atop the rest of my tuxedo. Lara licks her lips as she looks at me.

  “Don't want to come in my mouth?” she asks.

  I slip the condom onto my rock-hard cock and step over to her without saying a word. I grab her by the hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck. I kiss her neck, and slide my tongue down to her tits to suck on those stiff, pink nipples. I bite one as I pinch the other, drawing a yelp from Lara. Turning her around, I force her down over the arm of the couch.

  I step up behind her, still clutching her hair, and give her firm, little ass a good hard smack. She yelps again and turns as much as she can, given that I'm pulling on her hair, to look at me over her shoulder. She runs the tip of her tongue around her lips, a look of hunger, but also defiance, in her eyes.

  “You're a naughty boy, aren't you?”

  I slap her ass again and she sucks in a deep breath. With one hard thrust, I sheath my whole cock inside of her. She cries out as I drive myself even deeper into her.

  “Oh fuck, Eric,” she says, her voice hoarse. “Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard.”

  As if she needs to tell me that. I slap her ass again and start to pump my hips, driving my cock into her hard and deep. She's moaning as I pound her from behind and I give her hair a good, hard pull. Lara pushes herself back against me, taking my cock even deeper into her. She cries out, calling my name, and begs me to fuck her harder.

>   Letting go of her hair, I grab her by the hips with both hands and oblige her. I drive myself into her as hard as I can, making her scream. My breathing is growing labored as I pound her from behind. I feel my balls tightening and know that I'm getting close, so I step back and pull my cock out. I sit down on the couch and turn her around again, pulling Lara down onto my lap.

  She leans back, her back pressed to my chest, and grabs my stiff prick, guiding it back to her opening. She slips the head of my cock into her and I give her a hard thrust, driving myself back into her molten pussy. Lara moans as she starts to rise and fall, sliding herself up and down on my cock. She leans forward, putting her hands on my thighs to brace herself and begins to move up and down, harder and faster.

  I hold her by the hips, helping to guide her as she rides my cock. I watch her sweet tight ass bouncing up and down on me as she fucks me. Lara leans back against me again, slowing her pace, her breathing becoming ragged.

  “I almost forgot how much I like fucking you,” she gasps.

  “You're not done yet,” I say.

  “No, I'm not.”

  Climbing off of me, she turns around to face me. Thrusting her breasts in my face, she grabs my head and pulls it forward. Kneading her tits with my hands, I lick and suck on her stiff nipples, giving her a good hard bite that draws a gasp from her. I look up at her and swat her ass again, harder this time. She squeals and bites her bottom lip as she looks me in the eye.

  “Fuck me, Lara,” I said. “Get on my lap and ride me. Now.”

  She grabs hold of my shaft and obediently lowers herself down onto me. The head of my cock parts her wet, swollen lips and she wraps her arms around the back of my neck as she lowers herself down, taking me into her until I fill her up completely.