Taboo Desires: Dirty Forbidden Secrets Bundle (The Complete Miranda Cougar Collection)

by Miranda Cougar

  I know, I know, my love. You’re not short. You’re perfectly petite.

  And you’re perfectly cruel.

  You didn’t come to my aid once while I whimpered and groaned on that table while I was having my virgin asshole fucked. You just watched and licked those delicious ruby lips of yours while my Domina first opened my virgin hole with her fingers, then stretched me wide with her strap-on cock.

  Yes, I know, my love. She opened me using a very small cock.

  But it was my first cock, and it burned horribly when that wicked woman pushed it inside my tight, convulsing virgin asshole.

  Yes, I know, you’re correct, my love. You did protect me that night.

  My Domina wanted to be cruel and train me to be her puppy in the roughest way possible, but you offered to do the job of training me instead. And you’ve trained me with kind discipline and love.

  Yes, my wife, I agree. You are good to me. You are the woman who keeps me safe and well trained.

  I love you, always, my beautiful, cruel wife.

  Thanks for reading!

  Taboo 7

  Taboo: Inter-racial/Virgin/BWWM

  Chapter 1

  “It’s okay to invite Janette to come over and join us, son,” Mama Tagan angled her head to the side threatening to spill her red beret onto the coffee shop table as she snuck another look at Janette Jensen, the woman her son had been crushing on for the past decade.

  Ian forced a grin and reached out one veiny, well-muscled hand for his mother to grab a hold of. “No, mama, I can chat with her tomorrow morning at Fro-yo. This is our special time to be together.”

  “It’s not like she’s still your babysitter,” Mama Tagan added while smoothing the wrinkled skin on the tops of her hands, which were now as thin and delicate as a swan’s midnight black feathers. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting her.”

  “It is wrong,” Ian held his palm open on the table, and his mother grasped it with more strength than he’d expected. “The way I want her is wrong. It’s dirty—too dirty to be discussing with my mother.”

  Swat! Burning red fire erupted over his cheek and spread up his forehead as his mother’s small hand made quick contact with his face, slapping him hard. “What was that for?” he gasped and pulled his head back to prevent her from delivering another strike.

  A trio of giggling twenty-something girls popped their hands over their mouths as they walked past the seventy-year-old mother and her red-faced twenty-year-old son.

  “I smacked you because someone needs to slap some sense into you,” her lower lip quivered, and she leaned forward to rub the redness away from her son’s pale white cheeks. “Are you wearing your sunscreen every day? You know men with Scottish ancestry burn easily,” she said as she gripped one of his strong over-sized hands while simultaneously trailing the tiny fingers of her free hand over the still hot curves of his face.

  “Wanting an attractive woman isn’t wrong—”

  “But, mama—”

  “Listen to me. Wanting sex isn’t wrong, Ian. I don’t know who mind fucked you into thinking sex is dirty, but they were wrong dead wrong. Sex is natural and beautiful.” She patted his face one last time before allowing her black hand to fall back to the white table. “If you don’t marry and have sex, how are you ever going to give me the dozens of red-headed, green-eyed grandchildren I want?”

  He’d have laughed at his mother’s joke if Janette hadn’t stolen his attention, but she had. She’d just dropped her book on the coffee shop table and stood to embrace another one of her blonde businessmen. And just like most of the others, this blonde was the investment banker type. He stood like an automaton, hyper-erect like he had a stick up his ass even though he was bending down to hug her in his obscenely expensive and well-crafted wool suit.

  “You’d look handsome in a suit,” his mother offered, “Rockstars wear silk suits all the time. I can clear it with the band’s publicist if you’d like. I am Horna Tagan, hitmaker, and producer extraordinaire, after all. I can make it happen for you.”

  Although his mother kept cracking jokes, Ian was in no mood to laugh. As if measuring himself against the man who’d won Janette’s affections, he pulled on the cuffs of his black leather jacket and combed his fingers back through his long wavy bronze mane.

  Laughter finally tugged up the thin line of his lips when he remembered the bright orange carrot color his hair used to be. And he winced out a chuckle as he thought back to how over a decade earlier, Janette had had occasion to cut out a cruelly placed clump of gum from his unruly curled locks.

  She’d called his curly orange mess of a head ‘unique’ and offered to skillfully style his hair into a coiffured masterpiece. After she’d transformed him into something akin to a male model she’d called him ‘distinguished’ and made his pride soar for the first time in his memory.

  Remembering her words and acts of kindness forced the pace of Ian’s heart to quicken. In the process of caring for him, she’d soothed his wounded pride and healed his hurting heart. He loved her for her kindness then and he still loved her for it now.

  He was a goofy kid back then, and he would have believed anything a beautiful woman told him. And Janette had been the most attractive woman he’d ever seen, and the first one to tell him he was handsome. He’d believed her – and still would if she’d ever speak the words again.

  Every day he battled fiercely with his heart and body, both of whom wanted to claim her as his wife. But, she was nine years his elder, his former babysitter and more gorgeous a woman than he deserved. Still, he craved her, with her golden brown eyes the color of champagne, and smooth brown sugar skin that demanded to be savored between his lips.

  Despite all its wrongness, the craven, hungry man inside him desired to breed her. She was already the mother of sixteen-year-old twin daughters, almost as old as he, but still, he wanted to fill her with his seed and make her the mother of his own tribe of green-eyed, red-headed ruffians.

  He knew she would make an exceptional mother and wife. And he knew in his heart, he would be a good husband to her and a loving father to their children. Only, he was unlikely ever to win the chance to prove it to her.

  Janette was a successful businesswoman and a lady of exacting tastes. She wasn’t the sort of woman to fool around with a leather clad drummer with dreams of being wed to a powerful and strong-willed woman. No, the lady he desired was partial to conservative Wall Street types with neatly trimmed blonde hair, expensive silk ties and fine Italian wool suits.

  “There’s nothing wrong with following your dreams or your heart,” his mother told him between sips of coffee. “But when you approach her, be patient and gentle with her. Janette’s had a difficult life, and it’s made her cautious and calculating in love.”

  Chapter 2

  “Bounce up and down on that big dick, baby!”

  Ian could hear the loud commotion of the debauched sex party still raging inside the band’s inner sanctum despite the faux privacy of the closed door. As far as he was concerned, the wall separating the band’s private lounge and apartment from its tiny pre-lounge waiting area was in serious need of sound proofing.

  “Damn it! You guys are out of control,” he leaned toward the sex noise and screamed through the wall at his bandmates.

  He stood up and moved to rush through the door, eager to give his bandmates a stern lecture about the benefits of sexual restraint. But, he thought better of barging in on the gangbang, where he would clearly be an unwanted intruder, and instead swiveled around and raced toward the waiting room’s front door.

  He swallowed his fury and stopped just short of punching the wall before flinging open the door in front of him and stepping out into the music venue’s spacious and heavily trafficked hallway. Anger reddened his eyes as he stomped over the door’s threshold, grasped the doorknob and slammed its massive thickness closed behind him before stepping up next to the giant of a man standing in front of him.

  “I don’t know how you
can stand listening to them!” Ian shook his hands and their attached drumsticks in mid-air then crossed them over his chest. He turned his lips down into a scowl and mimicked the stance and demeanor of his best friend, Hale, the band’s head bodyguard.

  The two men stood in silence, far away from the rowdy gangbang still raging inside the band’s in-venue apartment and the busy foot traffic racing along the Rockland Music Resort’s main hallway where the band regularly played to sold-out shows.

  After Ian’s panting slowed and his scowl had softened to a grimace, Hale spoke. The bodyguard tilted his head down at the slightly shorter 6’2” Ian and gifted the young rockstar a knowing grin that acknowledged his frustration with his bandmates.

  “Yeah, your brothers like to fuck. And they like to fuck loud. There’s no denying it. I can see how it would be an annoyance for you.” Hale nodded once before his smile morphed back into his tough-guy frown.

  Ian lowered his head and blew out an exhausted breath of air. “It’s more than an annoyance. It’s a temptation. Listening to my brothers bang all of those gorgeous MILFs every day is an unbearable temptation that’s driving me lust crazy.”

  Ian turned around and banged out a drum riff onto the unmarked apartment door as he spoke. “I pride myself on being many things. I’m a musician, a philanthropist, a businessman, and mostly, I’m a man of integrity. I’m proud that, so far, I’ve had the strength to wait until marriage for sex.

  But, I’m losing my iron-will, buddy. If I have to stick around here after the show and listen to one more sex orgy, I’m going to break down and beg a certain smoking hot MILF for sex—”

  “Then don’t stick around and allow yourself to be tempted,” Hale said matter-of-factly.

  “Good Luck! Wherever I go, I’m tempted!” Ian shouted.

  A pair of buxom twenty-something girls slid their hands over their lips, sashayed their asses and giggled in the two men’s direction as they walked by.

  “See, I’m always tempted,” Ian lowered his volume, stopped drumming and leaned his forehead against the door. “I couldn’t even see those girls, but I bet they were giggling at me and acting as though they’d like to fuck me. Every girl and woman I meet would like to bed me. Every woman—except the one I want.”

  Hale blinked and then cleared his throat. “I may have a solution to your problem.”

  “Sure, you have a solution,” Ian said mocking the monotone of Hale’s bodyguard way of speaking.

  “Your problem is you live your life in a hotbed of temptation. You’re always around hot single women who are on the prowl for man meat. What you need is a break from being propositioned for sex. You need to spend an evening alone with a pair of motherly married women who have absolutely no interest in bedding you.”

  “That’s unlikely,” Ian said in a smug tone. “Even married women want to bed me.”

  “I promise you, my wife Heather and my brother’s wife Trina will not proposition you for sex at dinner tonight,” Hale muttered with a growl in his throat.

  “Of course not,” Ian stood up at attention realizing he’d just insulted his friend’s wife in a roundabout sort of way. “Thank you for the invitation to dinner. I accept.” He said, swiveling his body to face Hale before biting his lower lip and flashing the more mature man his trademark cocky grin.

  “You want something else, kid?” Hale murmured.

  “No fair, bud! I’m sick of you calling me kid. It’s not cool, and I want you to stop it. You may be taller and tougher than me, hell, you’re practically a demi-god, but you don’t get to talk down to me. I’m a man in my own right. I’m almost twenty-one-years-old, and I deserve to be spoken to with respect, like the man I am.”

  “I’ll rephrase my statement,” Hale said in his gravelly bodyguard monotone. “How else can I help you, Ian?”

  “Will your wife be inviting any of her smoking hot MILF friends over for dinner?” Ian lifted his eyebrows hopefully and wiggled them.

  “I don’t appreciate your language,” Hale set his jaw and cleared his throat. “My wife’s friends are ladies, and you will refer to them as such. Anyway, I thought the purpose of this dinner was to steer you away from temptation. Sitting next to the woman we both know you’re lusting for is running towards temptation, not running away from it.”

  “But, I’d be running toward the right kind of temptation,” Ian replied.

  “Come clean.” Hale huffed. “Before I invite you into my home again and before I convince my wife to invite Janette over for dinner, I want you to be honest about your true intentions.”

  “I want Janette to be my wife,” Ian croaked then cleared his throat, “I’m eager to find out if she might be willing to accept me as her husband. If not, I’m so desperate to make love to her that I’ll take whatever she’ll give me, even if it’s only a single night of casual sex.”

  “What about maintaining your virginity?” Hale shifted his weight and tightened his arms across his chest.

  “Don’t get me wrong. I value my virginity, and I’m proud that I’ve held out for the right woman for this long. But, I don’t want to remain a virgin forever.” Ian bit his lip again and tapped his drumsticks against one muscular thigh as he spoke. “I’m a man, and I crave sex. I want, no, I need to have sex—soon. I need to have sex so badly it feels like my balls are going to explode—”

  “Skip the gory details,” Hale bit his tongue, clearly stifling a snigger.

  “I also want love,” Ian asserted, now speaking in a softer tone. “I need to know once and for all if Janette is the one woman in the world for me. If she allows me to, I want to romance her, and I want us to marry.”

  “Aww, little buddy,” Hale teased. “You always act like a tough guy, but you’re a tender romantic at heart.”

  “Tender romantic, not so much,” Ian cocked his head. “I am a romantic, but I’d be lying if I pretended to be the tender type. I like my romance rowdy. The woman of my dreams is a lady, but she’s also a tough-talking temptress who’s rough and ready for love. When Janette and I finally have sex, it’s going to be a heart filling, ball-busting, hard ride.”

  Hale lifted his eyebrows and twisted the corners of his lips into a sly smile, “That’s a tall but—doable order.”

  “I know it is, but I have yet to fill it,” Ian gulped hard.

  “You know, when I first turned eighteen, I even tried to forget Janette. I tried to find a wife the same way you did. I signed up for several online dating services, but they never matched me with anyone I liked.

  None of the girls they set me up with even came close to comparing to the woman I love. I don’t want a weak-willed girl. I want a strong woman. I want a woman with life experience, a banging curvy body and a heart overflowing with love.”

  Ian lifted his vision away from his drumming and up towards Hale.

  “Okay, you broke me down kid, I mean, Ian,” Hale placed one hand on his friend’s muscular shoulder and patted it. “I won’t invite you over for dinner. I’ll help you in a more meaningful way. I’ll ask my wife to invite Janette, her big sister, and her best friend to your concert tonight.

  First, the ladies will see your drumming in action and then you and the girls can all go out to Fro-yo after the show. I’m certain Janette will fall head over heels for you once you help her to remember what a handsome charmer you can be.”

  “Thanks, man. I knew you would help me out.” Ian pulled Hale in for a hug and patted his burly benefactor on the back.

  “Quick, phone will-call,” Hale ordered while pulling his cell phone out of his back pocket. “Tell them to reserve your four personal seats in the band’s premium seating box for my wife and her friends. We’ve only got two hours to find the ladies a babysitter and get them here before the show starts. You don’t know it yet, but that’s asking for a small miracle.”

  Chapter 3

  “Hey trap queen! Keep bouncing your jiggly ass on that hot rod’s hood!”

  Janette knew she shouldn’t love it, but she di
d. She loved the catcalls. She loved the dirty talk, and she loved the powerful feeling that shaking her assets in front of the crowd of over-sexed car show fans gave her.

  “Damn baby, you’re one badass female!”

  The compliment made her cheeks blush crimson hot, and she upped her energy with renewed determination to dance harder for her adoring fans. At the weekly Ruff Riders Car show, Janette and Trina’s booth was always the most popular and drew the rowdiest male attention – attention she couldn’t get enough of.

  Janette worked the wildest car spectacle in the state because she loved to dance a high energy show and her ex-foster sister Trina worked it with her because the woman loved to maximize her income. Together, the two MILFs were a banging hot fireball of raw, explosive sex appeal. And as a result, they earned top billing, premium pay and the right to dance next to the most powerful muscle car each week.

  Even though Ruff Riders was a small, mid-week local show, it paid four times as much as the usual upscale gigs Janette worked with her regular modeling partner Heather. Heather could work a stage like a pro, but she only danced at the elite shows where the two of them stood up on slowly spinning podiums, separated from the crowd by see-through protective barriers.

  Janette didn’t want to be separated from her fans in the crowd. Each week, she yearned to shake her tits and bounce her hips and ass to the DJ’s beat right down on the arena floor. She loved the thrill and danger of shimmying her way through the raw, dirty, man inhabited trenches of the nastiest car show she’d ever headlined at.

  In the daytime, she was a pillar of the community. She volunteered as a band booster mom and headed her daughters’ high school PTA. But soon, that pristine life of hers would be over and finished. She’d done a successful job of excelling as a mother, and next year her two brilliant daughters would be headed off to college, each at a different school.