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

by Miranda Cougar

  As soon as the doors shut behind the sales associate, Lizbeth turned toward Stephanie and probed “You didn’t sign his contract, did you?”

  “What contract?” Stephanie said, attempting to sound coy.

  “Drop the BS. I’m trying to help you.” Lizbeth roared back in hushed tones.

  “I’m not supposed to talk about it in public.” Stephanie whispered, emphasizing each word of her refusal to share any of the contract details, exaggerating the movement of her full lips.

  “Okay.” Lizbeth grumbled. “So this is how you want to play this? Very well. I’ll play.” Lizbeth cupped her hand to her friend’s ear, leaned in and whispered “Have you become Skylen Carlisle’s bought and paid for food slut? Nod once for yes.”

  Chapter 8

  Skylen

  “Wimp!” Skylen scolded himself and then tugged at the sleeves of his black cashmere suit before lifting his glass of whiskey up to his lips and tossing back his first shot of the evening.

  “You’re right. You’re a fucking wimp Skylen.” Harvey’s words were crisp, clear and cruel; even after he’d slurped his fourth jello shot off his hostess’ expansive and jiggly bronze belly. Skylen found Harvey’s foul mood odd since he was usually such a happy drunk. That’s why he’d invited his best friend to have a drink with him in his private lounge at the BBW gentlemen’s club he owned. He needed cheering up after the disastrous way he’d handled things with Stephanie.

  “How can such a brilliant businessman be so clueless when it comes to dating?” Harvey shook his head and then leaned down and pressed his lips against his hostess’ stomach. He inhaled sharply and then blew out a huge belly fart into her vibrating flesh causing both her and him to laugh at the intense shaking of her fat rolls.

  “Mmm…that’s some beautiful wiggle you've got, baby.” Harvey licked his lips as he complimented his crimson haired hostess.

  Skylen spoke aloud to himself and gripped his fingers around his second shot glass, ignoring that Harvey was ignoring him as the blonde playboy focused his attention on flirting with his club hostess.

  “I really screwed up. Things could have easily gone south and she could have ended up suing me for sexual harassment. I grabbed her and kissed her like a love sick idiot.” Skylen banged one fist against the small square table in front of him. “I was fortunate she was receptive to the kiss and interested in my feeder proposition or both my company and I would be in serious trouble now.” Skylen glanced over at Harvey to see if he’d been listening to anything he just said. The playboy didn’t appear to be paying his friend any attention; instead he was whispering something into his hostess’ ear.

  Skylen kept talking on the off chance that his best friend was multi-tasking and could actually hear him. “I was supposed to romance her and then ask her to marry me, but instead I made her sign my feedee contract and now she expects me to turn her into one of my slutty playmates. I could tell by the look in her eyes when she signed the contract that she’s actually looking forward to being seduced and owned by me.”

  Skylen reached up, pulled off his tie and balled it up in his fist. “When she refused to accompany me on the Silicon Valley trip I let my temper get the best of me. I was determined to have her by any means necessary, so I pulled out the food slut contract and used my negotiation skills to convince her to sign it. I own her body now. I own her delicious body and the right to fatten her up as quickly or as slowly as I see fit.”

  “So how high is she going to let you take her before you max out her contract?” Harvey’s voice vibrated as both his private hostess and the club’s super-sized headliner simultaneously entertained him with a double lap dance. Skylen was surprised Harvey could even speak with so much jiggling plus sized booty in his face.

  “201 pounds. She’ll let me take her as high as 201 pounds. I tried to convince her to agree to 250 pounds, but she stood firm on her upper limit and refused to go any higher—”

  “So, what does she weigh now?”

  “161 pounds. I stripped her naked, took her measurements and weighed her the second she signed my contract. It took all my willpower not to claim her with my cock as she stood in front of me naked in all her chubby glory and submitted to being weighed on my scale.” Skylen loosened his collar and tossed back his second shot of whiskey. “Her body is magnificent. I could explore the satin curves of her breasts, hips, belly and thighs for days and still not touch every inch of her. She’s a size 12 now, and with the additional 40 pounds of fat she will plump up beautifully to achieve a size 16 or possibly even a size 18 frame.” Skylen licked the last taste of whiskey off his lips. “She’s sassy, adorable, sexy and hungry; plus she’s a skilled secretary. She’s everything I want and need in a wife.”

  “I’ll never understand you,” Harvey said as he closed his eyes and leaned into the physical sensations of having two well-fed women’s bodies gyrating against his. “Why are you so obsessed with marrying this girl? Isn’t it enough that she’s signed your contract and wants you to feed and fuck her? Most guys would kill for the chance to fatten up a gorgeous woman like her. Just enjoy what you have and stop obsessing over what you want. Be mindful. Live in the now.”

  Leave it to Harvey to get philosophical while receiving a lap dance. “I’m just so sick of living my life backward. First I fatten up my playmates, then I fall in love with them just as their contracts are ending and it’s time for them to be shipped off to a luxury spa to get skinny again. For once I want to fall in love with a woman and then plump her up and have her genuinely want to stay plump for me. I want a relationship with a real feedee, not just some woman I paid to play the part.”

  “You can still marry Stephanie. You can still romance her. You can still fall in love. She can be your property and your love interest. There’s no law that says those two things are mutually exclusive.” Harvey slipped $1000 worth of hundred dollar bills into both of his dancer’s g-strings as they finished grinding on him and the shaking of their curvaceous asses came to a bumpy halt. He blew each buxom beauty a kiss goodbye as they sauntered out of the private lounge each two thousand dollars richer. After his distraction left the room, Harvey turned to face Skylen. “Courting a woman takes effort. It’s hard work; it’s much harder than just convincing a woman to sign a contract to be your fuck slave. We both know you’re no stranger to hard work; my, god, man, you run a multi-billion dollar empire. Put in the hard work, take a chance and woo Stephanie with the same effort and intensity you put into managing your business affairs.”

  Harvey may be a money bleeding man-whore, but he sure knows how to give an amazing pep talk. “Thanks for the advice. I’ll put in the hard work it takes to make her mine.”

  “Go get yourself a wife man. I’m sure you’ll be much better at it than me.”

  “Thanks again for not letting me wimp out.”

  “No worries; just don’t forget you owe me one.”

  Chapter 9

  Stepanie

  “Now you’re just being mean. I’m not a food slut or a whore. I’m just a girl out to have a good time.”

  “I’m not sure what you think you’ve signed up for. But sweetie, you’ve agreed to be your boss’ whore.” Lizbeth said still flipping through the pages of Skylen Carlisle’s Encourager & Feedee Hobby Agreement. “You’ve signed a binding contract that says Mr. Carlisle is allowed to feed you while massaging you sexually amongst other things….amongst many other naughty things, Stephanie. Did you even read this agreement before you signed it?”

  “Yes. I read it. I think it’s exciting. It’s the ultimate fantasy; dinner and sex with a handsome billionaire every night for the foreseeable future.” Stephanie said folding her new size 12 cashmere sweater and gently placing it in her suitcase next to a new lavender lace body stocking.

  “You forgot to mention the part where you’re required to submit to weekly weigh-ins and body measurement checks, as well as the addendum to the contract that requires you to gain a minimum of 40 pounds.”

  “I
’m okay with all of it. In fact, I consider myself lucky to have found a man who is a true fat admirer; a man with whom I can share my deepest sexual desires. It feels so good to finally be open and honest about my fantasies. No more hiding and staying stuck in a thin malnourished body. With Skylen’s help, I’m going to transform into my truest, most voluptuous self.”

  “I don’t know Stephanie. This doesn’t sound like you. Are you sure you really want to gain weight or is this perhaps something Mr. Carlisle has convinced you, you want?

  Stephanie packed a black negligee in her suitcase and then turned her full attention to her concerned friend. “Believe me, I want this. I’ve fantasized about eating and being fed for as long as I can remember. Hell, I’ve always wanted to be the proud owner of seductive belly rolls and sexy thunder thighs. I’ve just been too afraid of what society in general and my mom, in particular, would think of me if I actually went after what I want. I refuse to live by society’s rules any longer.” Stephanie clenched her fist against her chest as she spoke. “And to think, I was so embarrassed about my foodie desires today, that I almost forced myself to go on another diet. That would have been such a step backward, such a betrayal of my true self.”

  “Oh Stephanie, I blame myself.” Lizbeth groaned, continuing to help her friend pack her new wardrobe into her brand new Louis Vuitton suitcases. “I should have warned you that Mr. Carlisle was a fat admirer and an encourager before you went up to his office. That way you wouldn’t have been caught off guard by his charm. Now he’s made you into his wanton food slut and there’s nothing either of us can do to stop him.”

  “Did you not hear anything I just said? I. Want. This.” Stephanie said gesturing emphatically while holding a pair of black and white polka dot pumps in her hands and then bringing them up to her lips to kiss them before packing the heels inside her shoecase. “You make it sound like I’ve been brainwashed into selling myself into weight gain slavery. I’m no slave. I can cut my contract short at any time. If I decide I want to stop gaining weight before I reach my goal of 201 pounds nothing bad is going to happen. True, I won’t get the completion bonus of $100,000, but other than that there’s no penalty for saying enough is enough and stopping my weight gain early. Even if I decide to halt the contract right now, I’d still get to keep all my brand new clothes and take an all-expense paid vacation to a weight loss spa. No hard feelings. Skylen assured me of that.”

  “I wouldn’t be so sure of that. Men in general and billionaires, in particular, tend to develop very hard feelings when they don’t get what they want. Be careful sweetie.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m always careful. I let you read my contract didn’t I? That way if Skylen kidnaps me, whisks me off to his private island and then forces me to gain a hundred pounds, at least someone will know that those weren’t the terms of the original contract.”

  Stephanie giggled and Lizbeth frowned. “That’s not funny. It could happen. Wealthy, powerful men are capable of anything. At least he added a clause to the contract that allows you to privately discuss the feeder/feedee agreement with a single friend. That shows some consideration on his part.”

  Stephanie stuck her tongue out at Lizbeth and blew a raspberry. “No more negativity. Be happy for me. I’m finally going to live the fantasy I’ve been dreaming about ever since I hit puberty.”

  Lizbeth frowned and Stephanie placed her hand on her hip. “Before you say one more word, know that I won’t tolerate you slut shaming me again. If you call me food slut one more time I’m going to slap you. That’s a promise, meany.”

  Lizbeth placed one freshly manicured hand on her own hip and joked “What? Me, be mean, never.” Stephanie laughed heartily in response and zipped up her suitcase.

  “I think that’s everything,” Lizbeth said as she finished packing and closed up Stephanie’s second suitcase. “You’re right. You opened your heart and told me about your secret fantasy and all I’ve done is shame you for it. Sorry, girlfriend. I know that admitting your desire to be fattened up was difficult to do. Go and enjoy yourself girl. Fly off to California with your handsome feeder and be his slutty food whore for the weekend.”

  Stephanie screamed and Lizbeth winced as her friend lifted up her open hand and proceeded to chase her around the trio of suitcases threatening to pummel her with it. “No! No! No! You can’t slap me, Stephanie. I meant it nicely when I called you a slutty food whore!”

  Chapter 10

  Skylen

  Skylen walked slowly and deliberately towards Stephanie’s front door. He usually took long strides when he marched up to a woman’s apartment, but his tight pizza delivery guy uniform wouldn’t allow him his usual strut. His lungs struggled to push out another short, stunted puff of air, the muscles of his chest straining against the confines of the costume’s restrictive fabric. Skylen suspected that if he relaxed his gut or dared to take a deep breath, all the buttons on the skin tight shirt would go flying across the hallway.

  Should I do it? Knocking on her front door half naked and shirtless would definitely make an impression. Skylen took a deep breath, sucking in his gut and tightening his six pack. He pumped up his pecs and flexed his biceps to their limits. No luck, he was still fully clothed. No matter. His ripped muscles bulged against his fitted skirt and slacks, and he knew he would have Stephanie drooling over him the second she opened her front door.

  He hoped that the image of him standing at her door dressed as a pizza delivery sex god would get her romantic juices flowing. When he’d been an awkward, misfit twelve-year-old, his childhood best friend Hailey had once read him a romance novel about a hunky pizza delivery guy who’d swept a beautifully curvy heroine off her feet.

  The two had fallen in passionate love after the hero delivered her a series of the most delicious pizzas she’d ever eaten and he’d successfully dispatched the heroine’s fat phobic ex-boyfriend in a glorious pizza bake-off and a subsequent brawling fistfight. Skylen forgot the exact ending of the book but remembered it including something about the hero and heroine opening up a pizza parlor together and living happily ever after. Perhaps when he and Stephanie found their own happily ever after, they’d open a chain of pizza parlors to commemorate their first romantic evening spent eating pizza together.

  “No! No! No!” Skylen heard screaming, then a flurry of loud footsteps followed by loud, boisterous laughter. Bang! The front door to Stephanie’s apartment shook. “I’ve got you now!” He recognized Stephanie’s drawl. “You’ll never take me alive!” another female voice shouted. The door shook again. Sounds like she’s having a sleepover. Or maybe a sword fight. Skylen chuckled to himself and pressed his finger to Stephanie’s doorbell.

  Giggles and the ding of the doorbell echoed into the hallway, followed by Stephanie’s voice sharply hollering “Who is it?” Next, came a burst of explosive laughter. “Well, speak up!” The other female voice demanded. Skylen thought it wise not to test Stephanie or her friend’s patience by delaying his answer.

  “Pizza delivery,” He spoke into the door, his voice low and thick with a side of sexy. There was a rustling against the front door shadowed by a pause, then more rustling, then silence. A long silence. “Pizza’s getting cold ladies!” Skylen shouted into the door, this time with cocky insistence in his voice. “We didn’t order any pizza!” Stephanie’s anonymous friend finally shouted back. Then the door flung wide open.

  “Come in, Mr. Carlisle.” It was Stephanie’s friend, Lizbeth from scheduling, laughing and holding the front door to the tiny apartment open for him to walk through. Did she just wink at me? Oh, god. She must be the friend Stephanie has chosen to tell about our contract.

  “You can put those pizza boxes down on the kitchen counter. Then you can take a seat at one of the bar stools.” Lizbeth ordered him around like he had just walked into her apartment. “Stephanie’s freshening up in the bathroom. She’ll come out and join us in a minute.”

  Skylen walked inside the apartment and placed the two steaming hot boxes of
pizza on the counter’s edge. He stopped and stood next to the kitchen counter, slowly turning around in a circle, taking his time to survey the sparsely decorated apartment. Focusing on the bare lavender walls distracted him from the way Lizbeth’s insistent glare burned into his chiseled flesh. She was probably pissed that he hadn’t taken his seat as instructed.

  Unfortunately, even if he’d wanted to comply with her order to sit, there was no way he could sit down without splitting his too-tight pants wide open. Given the fact that he’d arrived at Stephanie’s apartment commando, he knew he wasn’t going to be sitting down in front of her friend anytime soon. Lizbeth was just going to have to deal with him flaunting his blatant lack of compliance in her face.

  Lizbeth walked right past him and bent down to sniff one of the pizza boxes. “Mmm… smells delicious. What variety of fattening fare have you delivered for my friend?” Lizbeth broke the silence and threw a sly smile his direction. Skylen grimaced. Yep. Stephanie definitely told her about the contract. He answered her question, trying to speak about the food as nonchalantly as possible.

  “One pie’s a meat lover’s thin crust and the other’s a deep dish pepperoni.” He’d planned to only speak a single sentence, but his lips kept moving and his mouth kept making sounds without his consent. “I kept Stephanie late at work today and she’s got to be back at work again early in the morning…for a special project. I wanted to make sure she got something to eat tonight. I mean, I didn’t want her to go hungry. So, I brought pizza.” Shut up, man. You’re not fooling anyone. For godsakes, you’re standing in front of the woman who's obviously her best friend wearing a male stripper’s pizza delivery boy costume. Just shut up.