Forbidden Pleasures, Forgiven Desires: New Beginnings

By Eliot Hastings

Peter was an assertive man, in complete control of his life and work. But in his closest relationships he was a natural submissive, and he had been searching for a dominant partner for as long as he could remember. Dissatisfied with his relationships, he had sought the services of a professional Mistress. Lisa enjoyed her work as a sadistic Dominatrix, exploiting his masochism and they soon became good friends. It seemed as if he had everything he needed, and his search was over. Then he met Suzy and fell in love with her, they were brought together by a quirk of fate. She had her own agenda, but there was something unspoken, something below the surface that drew them together, but would she love him? and if she did, would he be able to live a life denying his need to be dominated?

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jun 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781849898263

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Title Page

FORBIDDEN PLEASURES, FORGIVEN DESIRES

New Perspectives

By

Eliot Hastings

Publisher Information

Forbidden Pleasures, Forgiven Desires

Published in 2011 by

Andrews UK Limited

www.andrewsuk.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © Eliot Hastings

The right of Eliot Hastings to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Photography by www.dream-visions.co.uk

Foreword

Obscene

Wrap yourself around me, pull yourself so tight

I’ll let you do forbidden things beneath the cloak of night

And tell me that you love me as you tear into my flesh

And bite me and then kiss me as pain and pleasure mesh

Touch me with your presence embrace me with your soul

Without You I am nothing, only you can make me whole

Build me up or tear me down have me strong or weak

I can be the man you want the passive one you seek

I will be your fantasy and you can be my dream

You can be my lover and I’ll be your obscene

By

Touch of Taboo

Chapter One

Kathryn had just finished pruning one of her favourite rose bushes, and decided to enjoy the warmth of the afternoon sun by lazing on her patio. The Malvern Hills rose imposingly in the distance as she walked across the lawn. Her short tennis skirt displayed her shapely legs to perfection, and her long blonde hair was flowing in the breeze as she strode along. It was early in June and her garden was alive with the sounds of birds and the perfumes of summer flora.

She felt the warmth of the sun on her legs, as she lay on the lounger sipping an iced tequila cocktail, she was relaxed and at peace with the world. Wrapped in a cocoon of summer warmth, she was idly dreaming and plotting her evening fun, when the phone rang.

She picked up the receiver to hear her childhood friend Amanda, after all these years they were still as close as ever and chatted at least once a month.

They exchanged their usual banter as they updated each other with news and gossip, and then Amanda said.

Kathryn darling, there’s another reason for my call today. I need your help with a business matter. We have decided to open an office in Birmingham, and I know you have friends in the area. The news delighted Kathryn and she said enthusiastically.

Ooh Mandy, how lovely, does that mean we’ll be able to meet more often for lunch?

Well I certainly hope so, but probably not on a regular basis, we’re appointing Suzy as the senior partner to look after the operation. The thing is, our business activity both there and in London has been growing steadily for the last few years and we feel the time is right to expand.

Wow, that’ll be a nice promotion for her.

Well she deserves it, she works damn hard, she got a first with honours at university and now she has just topped that by getting her law degree as well.

I haven’t seen her for ages but you’re right, she’s always been a hard worker, and she does deserve to get on.

"Yes, she is one very clever and valuable young lady, priceless as far as we are concerned, of course. She is family after all and on a purely personal level it’s breaking my heart to lose her, and I’m really going to miss having her with me. I know that for her sake this is something I should have done ages ago, in a way my dithering has been holding her back, and that’s the last thing I want to be doing. She needs new challenges now, and I want to see her flourish."

Kathryn got up off the lounger as Amanda was talking, and continued listening as she walked through the lounge and into the study when she said.

I know exactly what you mean Mandy, letting go is never easy, but you won’t be losing her altogether. For heaven’s sake, she will be able to come and see you and spend time with you, but a new office down here sounds really exciting, how can I help you.

Well, we are looking for an office either in the City centre or possibly Edgbaston, and we also have to find a house for Suzy. She doesn’t know the area very well but we have visited a few times over the years. said Amanda,

I know she likes Edgbaston, and her friend Carolyn lives there. I think she’ll be looking for a detached, one of those nice Edwardian town houses.

Kathryn sat down on her favourite chair, and settled herself comfortably whilst continuing their conversation.

They don’t come cheap in those areas,

Yes I know, said Amanda, but I had a look on the internet yesterday and saw a few that would be within her means, there was one that needed refurbishment work and I know she has the funds for that sort of purchase. But we don’t know anybody in the area, and I need to make sure she doesn’t suffer from the crooks and cowboys that operate within those trades.

Yes I’ve read some of the stories in the press about cowboy builders, there was a very unsavoury incident recently, not very appetising at all.

That, really is the main reason for my call, I know you and Laura are close and it occurred to me that her husband James is in that line of business, we stayed at their cottage in Dorset after he had refurbished it.

You remember the cellar obviously? queried Kathryn.

Yes of course I remember! Replied Amanda chuckling

"Who could ever forget that weekend?"

Gosh, that really was fun, we must do it again sometime! Kathryn was giggling as she remembered the occasion then she said.

I remember when James bought the property. There were three small cottages originally, and when he first saw them they were all derelict, but he saw the potential and wanted to convert them onto one. David went down with him to have a look around when they were buying it, and he showed me the photos they had taken. The place was in a dreadful state, but James knew exactly what he wanted to do to the property, and how to fix it, and of course he did all the work through his own firm.

That’s what I thought, said Amanda

I think he would be the ideal person if you need any renovation work said Kathryn

And I know he works with some of the local estate agents as well, so it’s possible he might be able to help you to locate an office. They have a good reputation locally, James concentrates on the construction side of the business and Laura takes care of the admin. Suzy would be in very safe hands with them.

Well if the cottage is anything to go by, I think that would be a perfect solution, I’ll discuss it with Suzy and if you could put feelers out with James to see if it’s something he would be interested in doing, that would be very helpful.

I’ll call Laura straight away and let you know, and I’ll give you a call tomorrow. replied Kathryn, they said their goodbyes and she put the phone down.

Kathryn had been cheered by her chat with Amanda, and whilst she had been listening avidly throughout their conversation, she had also been squirming silently. She had been sitting in her favourite chair, which was a specially designed Queening Stool. There was an opening in the centre of the seat, and her bound slaves head was raised and supported, so that his face projected upwards through it, filling the aperture. When she was seated comfortably, her pussy covered it perfectly.

While Amanda had been on the phone she had been riding his face, enjoying the delightful feeling of having him beneath her, knowing he was there for her pleasure.

Now that her conversation with Amanda was finished, she slipped her panties off and turned her mind to the enjoyable endeavours of her bound slave and of being worshipped and pleasured by him.

She placed her elbows on the arms of the chair to support herself, looking down at him as she slowly lowered herself onto his face. Her bottom was wriggling delightfully and she relaxed her arms, transferring her weight as she made contact with him.

Sighing with contentment, she lowered herself fully, and as his face welcomed her pussy, she engulfed his mouth and nose. The mouth went to work on her immediately, licking and sucking methodically, creating a sensual rhythm for her. She began rocking herself back and forth, as her juices started flowing with her heightened arousal.

The intensity of his probing was providing delightful shivers of pleasure, as she moved herself forward and back over his mouth. Licking first her pussy lips, and then concentrating on her clitoris, she revelled in the warm glow within her pussy that was building into a fire of anticipation.

Then as she moved again and his tongue traced delicate circles around her sphincter, causing more shivers of delight, and when she wanted more, she lifted a crop and brought it down on him with force.

Instantly his tongue pressed against her sphincter, forcing its way into her, and stimulating the sensitive anal channel. She used the crop again and the tongue went deeper and she gripped it, holding it tight within her.

She released the tongue and was quivering against the delicate teasing, enjoying the human object beneath her as it continued to provide her with the most sublime pleasure.

Rocking her hips back she forced herself onto his face, burying her clitoris in his mouth, and started whipping his torso again with the crop, instantly her sensitive nubbin was being sucked and massaged with expert force bringing her to a speedy and exhilarating orgasm. When she had finished enjoying his performance she looked down at him again and said.

Don’t go to sleep, I’m not finished with you yet!

She settled herself back onto his mouth and picked up the phone, it was time to call Laura and get things moving for Amanda and Suzy.

Two weeks later, and after a succession of telephone conversations and exchanges of emails, James had sent details of commercial properties for the business and three houses he thought would be suitable for Suzy.

Chapter Two

An ambulance was slowly weaving its way through the congested traffic in the centre of Birmingham, with its sirens screaming. Drivers were pulling their cars over into the limited space available in an effort to allow the ambulance to pass.

Amid the confusion a ready mix concrete lorry was pulling out of a building site into the slow moving traffic. Seeing the ambulance approach, the driver stopped and reversed back into the building site entrance allowing them to pass by.

The Ambulance passed by him, and the lorry driver finally moved out of the site entrance. As he moved away steel stanchions could be seen, standing in perfect rows, heralding the arrival of a new city centre development and framing the area like lines of forest pines, straight and true.

The two acre plot had formerly housed a busy hospital and it was now being re-developed as a valuable piece of real estate. The new building site was a hive of activity, with men and machinery busily working in teams, at their various activities.

Concrete pumps were noisily filling the cavities, engulfing the steel mesh bars which were woven together like a fabric, at one end of the site.

A crane was lifting heavy steel beams at the other end of the site, and riggers were manoeuvring each one into position, on top of the stanchions. As the riggers completed the final fixings, the initial steelwork was nearing completion and the first floor was taking shape.

Peter stood at some distance taking photographs and watching intently, as the final beams were being fixed in position. Suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder, he wheeled around to see his assistant manager Simon, pointing at his ear protectors. Lifting his own ear protectors to hear the young man speak above the noise, he asked

What’s up Simon?

There was a call for you from James, he said it was urgent and could you call him back?

OK, I’ll call him from the car when the guys have finished this section.

Turning back to the structure, he watched as the final beams were lowered into position and fixed by the riggers. When he was satisfied that everything was progressing as it should, he walked over to the site office to confirm the next day’s activities. Later leaving his site manager in charge, he walked over to his car to make that phone call.

Peter Mason was the company’s senior project manager for construction, and he was currently building a new fifteen storey, multi-use complex. The completed development would house shops, offices, a health club, a bistro and exclusive penthouse apartments in the higher levels.

He was a handsome 39 year old, much of his time was spent outdoors, and his complexion and sun bleached hair gave him a healthy, if slightly rugged appearance. He still went to the gym twice a week at his local Rugby club, to socialise and keep his athletic 5’ 11" frame toned and supple. In his younger days he had been a regular player in their first team, and he still played the occasional game for the veterans’ side.

He was not a particularly gregarious man, often preferring quiet solitude, but he was popular and had a good social life. There was no shortage of female admirers, but still something was missing from his life, and he often envied his married friends. Peter had been divorced for five years, and although he wanted to settle down again, he had not been able to find someone that would, or could be prepared to fulfil his very special needs.

As he sat in the driving seat of