TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 24

WELCOME TO SEX HOSPITAL 2

Cara

I should have gone to the doors, but they seemed jammed.

“I want to leave! Open the doors! I’m not interested in this anymore!” I screamed. The receptionist didn’t stop. She didn’t even look embarrassed. She gripped the edges of the counter, her back arching as the nurse continued to bury her face between her legs.

“Wait… baby… ahhh. Yesss, right there… Risa,” the receptionist gasped out. “Just… wait… I have to… finish. …ahhh, ohh, yess…”

I stood there, paralyzed. My mind was telling me to run, to break the glass if I had to, but my feet wouldn’t move.

I was forced to watch as the receptionist hit her peak. Her body shuddered, her thighs shaking violently against the nurse’s ears.

After a few seconds, the nurse pulled back. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked at me. She didn’t say a word; she just gave me a slow, hungry smile and walked away. 1

The receptionist stayed on the counter for a moment, catching her breath. She straightened her skirt, but she didn’t get down. She looked at me, and her warm, friendly face was gone. Now she looked like a hunter.

“I’m leaving,” I whispered, my voice croaking. “I’m going home.”

“You can go home for the night, honey,” the receptionist said, “but you’ll be back tomorrow. And every day after that.”

“No, I won’t. I quit.”

She let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Sweetheart, did you read the papers you signed? Page forty–two, section B. You signed a lifetime commitment to D–vellona’s Culture of Release. If you break that contract, we don’t just sue you. We tarnish your name. You’ll never work in medicine again. You won’t even be able to get a job at a grocery store. We own your career, and of course… your body.”

A single, hot tear rolled down my cheek. I felt the weight of the building crushing me.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into…

“It’s not that bad, Cara,” she said as she stepped off the counter, her heels clicking slowly on the floor. ” In fact, once you stop fighting it, it’s the only thing that makes sense in this building.” 1

She stopped right in front of me.

She was taller than me, and her presence felt like a mountain. She reached out with a slow, steady hand and loosely gripped my collar.

“Let’s start with this,” she whispered. She moved to the first button of my shirt.

She popped it open. I should have shoved her. I should have screamed. But the shock of the fifth floor, and the sight of her and that nurse, was like an initiation I didn’t want.

I stood like a doll. She popped the second button, then the third. When she reached the last one, she didn’t just pull the shirt open; she ran her knuckles down the center of my chest, tracing the line of my cleavage. I let out a small, shaky breath.

“You’ve never been with a woman, have you, Cara?” she asked in a low, whispering tone.

“N–no,” I managed to stutter.

“Good. I like being the first one to teach a new student.”

She reached behind me, her hands sliding under my shirt to find the clasp of my bra. She unhooked it with a practiced flick of her wrist. The moment the lace fell away, the cool air of the lobby hit my bare breasts. I felt my nipples harden instantly, the beads turning hard and pointy.

She didn’t wait. She leaned down, her dark hair falling over my shoulders like a curtain, and took my left nipple into her mouth.

“Ahhh!” I gasped, my head thunking back.

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