Forbidden Desires

Chapter 8

John has tied me, to the chair in the corner of my bedroom. It’s an old, plain, wooden thing, and the solidity of the seat is made all the harder by how tightly I’m trussed to it. I’m only wearing his underwear still, and the rope he used to tie me up rubs harshly against my torso.

He’s been pacing around my room for God knows how long with a determined look on his face. I’ve disappointed him. Again.

“Miss Smith, you did not follow my instructions.” His voice is low and I feel it rumble in my chest. I feel it rumble in my ass, too. “I specifically told you —”

“I know, sir!” My plea is desperate. I’m so ashamed and, quite honestly, disappointed in myself, which I didn’t expect.

Clearly my plea was a little too desperate, a little too loud. I can hear Dan stirring in the next room.

“I specifically told you, Miss Smith,” he eyes me angrily. “Not to interrupt me.” He reaches into his inside jacket pocket and produces a small pair of scissors.

Holy crap, what the hell is he going to do with those?!

I start to panic and begin pulling against the rope, but there’s no chance of getting free. John clearly is very skilled at knot tying.

He comes towards me.

“I have to punish you, Miss Smith. For your insolence.”

He leans over and my breath is ragged. I’m ready to scream, to safeword, whatever I need to do.

He looks down and a sadness passes over his face.

“And I was so enjoying looking at you in these.”

He deftly cuts up each leg of the boxer briefs and pulls them out from under me. I’m now completely naked. I can feel the wood from the seat against my s*x and nearly groan.

He stands up swiftly and lifts the tattered remains of his underwear up to his face. He takes a deep breath in then discards them in the corner. 

“Oh, Miss Smith, you smell divine.”

I feel every inch of my skin blushing. I know he can see it. He takes a long moment, letting his eyes run over my body.

“As I was saying,” he finally says. “I specifically told you, Miss Smith, not to let Miss Kavanagh tease you too much.” What? “But you didn’t listen, did you?”

I stare at him, open-mouthed. What is he talking about? How does he know what happened last night?

“Answer me!” he shouts.

And, that’s it. There’s a bang on the door. Dan.

“What the hell is going on in there, John?” I hear her almost yell through the door. 

He eyes me and lifts his eyebrows in a See? Look what you did sort of expression. My mouth is still hanging open.

“Answer me,” he says gently this time.

“Are you alright in there?” Dan says loudly from the other side of the door.

“If you won’t answer me, Miss Smith, I will gag you and then you don’t get the privilege of speaking anymore.”

I move my lips but the only sound is Dan’s fist against the door, her jiggling the doorknob.

He sighs and produces a beautiful blue patterned knecktie from his jacket pocket – What doesn’t he keep in there? – and proceeds to gag me, tying it behind my head.

“You look beautiful,” he says. “Now we must think of a suitable punishment for your misbehavior, don’t we?”

“Let me in!” Dan is almost screaming now.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. Oh s**t.

“Shall I?”

I shake my head furiously, but his hand is already on the knob.

I scream into my gag, but all that comes out is a muffled murmur. 

“I’m so glad you agree, Miss Smith,” he says and he opens the door wide, grinning like a loon.

Dan stands in the doorway wearing her oversized “30 Seconds to Mars” t-shirt she sleeps in. I know she has a pair of panties on, but her legs are completely bare. Her mile-long legs.

Her eyes dart from John to me to John to me, shock written all over her face.

“What the hell is going on, John?”

“We’re having a little party, Miss Kavanagh. Would you like to join us?”

I expect Dan to run over to me and untie me. I expect Dan to punch John Tanner smack dab in the middle of his nose. I expect her to scream and call the police.

She doesn’t do any of those things.

Nope.

That’s right, Dan — my Dan — begins to laugh.

She laughs and giggles and points at me and doubles over.

I feel so completely vulnerable, so bare, so exposed I wish I could crawl into a hole somewhere and die.

But then Dan does something even more surprising. Still giggling, she walks slowly over to me, bends over, puts both hands on my thighs, and whispers in my ear, “You look great, Miss Smith.”

I feel every muscle in my body tighten. I know my eyes are close to popping out of my head.

She stands back up slowly and I stare at her.

She was coming on to me. How have I never realized it before?

John walks up behind her, looking at me over Dan’s shoulder.

“Very nice craftsmanship, Mr. Tanner. She looks delectable,” she says.

“Why thank you, Miss Kavanagh,” he says. I watch in awe as he lets his fingertips run up her right thigh, lifting the hem of her t-shirt. A surge of jealousy runs through me, but something else, too. Lust?

“Well, what do you say,” he mutters as he lowers his head to that beautiful space between her neck and her shoulder, kissing it gently. Her head rolls away from his, giving him purchase. His hand on her thigh starts tugging lightly at her panties — a blue lace pair we bought together last week — and his other hand pulls her chin further out of the way. He nibbles along her neck and I hear her moan. I’m so turned on that my chair is getting slippery. “Would you like to join our little party?”

“Oh yes, Mr. Tanner,” she says in a breathy grumble.

I watch, which is all I can do, as Dan runs her hand behind her and unzips Johns jeans, taking him in her skilled hand and running up and down his length. They kiss passionately and John’s eyes meet mine. 

I can’t touch them. 

They won’t touch me.

Dan breaks their kiss and lets go of John. She steps forward a couple inches closer to me and takes off her t-shirt in one fell swoop.

Her breasts are perfect. And they’re at eye-level.

She has a thoughtful look on her face. She takes a couple steps forward and sits on my lap, so I can feel her panties against my thighs, I can feel her breasts just inches from me. Oh hell, I wish I could move.

John is somehow naked. I’m not really sure when that happened, but it is so distracting. Distracting me from what? Dan’s breasts?

Then he walks up behind Dan and without bending over at all, rests his hands on her breasts, massaging them. 

“You have beautiful breasts, Miss Kavanagh,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. I can’t look away from him. “Don’t you think she has beautiful breasts, Miss Smith?” 

I’m intoxicated by his voice, by their proximity, by everything that’s happening. I nod slowly.

“Well, I just want to bite Ana’s breasts,” she purrs. I can hear hunger in her voice.

“Why don’t you, Miss Kavanagh?” he says.

“Mmmm,” she says, like she’s in a soup commercial, licking her lips. She stands up, pressing her ass against John, wiggles a little, and then bends at the hips and does just that: she bites my breasts. And Jesus does it feel incredible.

“Miss Smith, I’m going to f**k Miss Kavanagh, if that’s alright with you.” My head is thrown completely back and I’m so close already that I cannot complain about anything. I feel the ropes straining against every part of my body. I hear the tearing of a foil wrapper.

Dan releases my breasts and places her hands in the creases between my thighs and my torso. I look at her and she gives me an evil, sexy wink. Her thumbs press against my clit lightly.

And then John hooks his hands around Dan’s hips and pounds into her. She jerks forward towards me and the pressure of her thumbs. Feels. So. Good.

Then they both pull back slowly. I lock eyes with John. I gasp. He smiles then rams into her again and Dan slips a thumb inside of me. I scream into my gag.

We continue this sweet rhythm I have no idea how long, quickening the pace until we’re all panting.

“Are you ready, Selena?”

I know that barely anything is needed to push me over the edge. I nod vigorously. John and Dan both smile wickedly and on the next, violent thrust, John smacks Dan’s ass hard, and she plunges her other thumb inside of me as we scream together.

I wake up and find I have one hand on my left breast and one hand down the front of John’s underwear. I feel myself shuddering from after-shocks under my fingertips. Oh my, I have never m*********d before much less done it in my sleep. 

My first ever wet dream.

What the hell was that?! Is that what I want? Is that what turns me on? I want to say no, but that is the most vivid dream I have ever had. 

And the hottest.

I chug the glass of water on my nightstand and grab my phone. I hesitate, but I send John a text message like he asked.

*I’m awake, sir.*

There’s an immediate reply.

*Did you have a nice dream?*

I giggle to myself and flop backwards on the bed.

“You have no idea, Mr. Tanner,” I say out loud.