TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 9

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The house was quiet, and that was the problem. When the house was quiet, my mind went to places it shouldn’t go. My wife, Elena, was away on a three–day business trip, leaving me alone in this big, empty space. Although, not entirely alone.

I sat in my home office, the glow of my laptop screen the only light in the room. On the screen, a video was playing. I had searched for that video for an hour just to find her–the actress. She had the same petite frame, the same long blonde hair, and the same wide, innocent eyes as Angel–my nineteen–year- old stepdaughter.

I was stroking my cock, my hand tightly wrapped around it as I imagined the most forbidden thing ever: Angel’s pussy wrapped around my cock. Every time the girl on the screen moaned, I closed my eyes and pictured it was Angel. I pictured her in my room. I pictured those soft lips saying my name, calling me to fuck her faster and harder…

“F–fuck,” I hissed, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

This was the only way I could stay away from her. If I took care of this now, if I drained this hunger out of my system, I could be a “good” stepfather when she came home. I could look her in the eye without wanting to ruin her. Fuck yes… oh… Angel.. fuck… ah… I pushed faster, my hips jerking against the leather chair. 1

“Oh God… Angel…”

The pleasure started to build in the base of my spine; it was a hot, heavy pressure. I watched the screen, watching the actress arch her back, and I let go.

“Ahhhh, yes, take it, Angel… take Daddy’s cum!” I cursed out a long, choked moan as I came, my body shaking with the intensity of it. It was messy, it was shameful, but it was over and I was safe again. At

least for now.

Then, I heard the front door slam.

“Daddy! I’m back!” The sweet, innocent voice called. 1

I jolted up fast–so fast that I almost knocked my laptop off the desk. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a caged bird. I scrambled for some tissues, cleaning myself up with shaking hands and frantically closing the browser tabs on the screen.

“Angel?” I called out, my voice sounding way too high. “In the office!”

I straightened my shirt and sat back, trying to look like a man who had been checking his emails. The door swung open, and there she was.

Angel.

She wasn’t just beautiful; she was glowing. She was wearing a tiny, white see–through tank top. Fuck. This top was so thin that I could see the dark circles of her nipples peeking through the fabric.

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She wasn’t wearing a bra. It’s not like she ever did, though. She always claimed they were “too itchy,” and I had to pretend that reason didn’t make my blood boil.

I forced myself to look at her face, avoiding her chest. “How was the mall, honey?”

“It was okay,” she said, bouncing over to my desk. She leaned over to look at my screen, her breasts hanging loosely in that thin top, dangling right in front of my face. I could smell her–vanilla and sunshine.

“But I missed you, Daddy! Guess what?”

“I can’t guess, Angel, not now,” I said reluctantly.

“I got a new movie!” she cheered. “And I want you to watch it with me. Right now.”

I cleared my throat, staring intensely at a blank spreadsheet. “I’m busy, Angel. Work is… it’s a lot today.”

She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out. She looked so young, so pure. She didn’t know that every time she pouted, I wanted to kiss that lip, bite it softly.

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“Please?” she whined, dragging the word out. She reached out and grabbed my arm, tugging on me. You’re always working, Daddy. Mom is gone, and it’s boring without you. Just one movie? Please, Daddy?” 1

I was a weak man and I knew it. Even if I wanted to stand firm, it definitely was not against this beauty. I stood up, my legs still a little shaky from what I had done just five minutes ago. “Fine, Angel. Just one.”

We went into the living room, and Angel ran to the TV. As she reached down to put the disc in, she arched her back, sticking her round, firm ass out right in my direction. She stayed like that for a long time, fumbling with the player. I tried to avert my eyes, but I couldn’t. My throat ran dry. Does she have any idea what that view does to me? 1

The movie started. It was a cartoon–some sugary, colorful thing about talking animals. She made me watch these all the time. To her, they were just fun stories. To me, they were a reminder of how innocent

she was supposed to be.

“Sit, sit!” she said, patting the sofa.

I sat down, keeping a safe distance. But Angel had other plans. “Daddy, can I lie on your thigh?” she asked. “The pillows are too hard.”

Before I could say no, she dropped her head onto my lap. Her hair was splayed out across my legs. She was looking up at the TV, but I was looking down at her. From this angle, I could see straight down the neck of her tank top. I could see the soft curve of her stomach as she breathed.

Within minutes, the “relief” I had felt in the office was gone. My body didn’t care that I had just finished jerking off minutes ago. Having her this close–feeling her warmth, her weight–was a different kind of torture. I felt myself getting hard again.

I tried to move my hand stylishly, shifting my weight to try and hide the growing tent in my jeans. I placed my hand over my crotch, pretending to just be resting it there, but I couldn’t stop myself from giving it a small, subtle stroke.

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“Daddy?” Angel asked suddenly.

I froze. “Yeah?”

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