Desiring the Forbidden
Desiring The Forbidden
Megan Michaels
About This Book
All Sunni Weaver wanted was a decent job, close friends, and a man who’d fulfill her dark, twisted desires. But her sex life was dead and buried, her social life in the deep freeze. At least she had the job part down though. One out of three wasn’t bad. Right?
Just when it seemed that was all life had to offer a smart, strong woman from a small town in Wyoming, fate decided to throw her a curve ball. For into her world marched a maddening, irresistible, and devastatingly sexy specimen of masculine perfection. A strict father figure, a fierce lover, the one who’d never let her go. The dream man from her deepest, most fevered of fantasies.
So, why did he have to be her friend’s father?
Cade Johnson couldn’t believe his eyes the moment they’d fixed upon the long blonde hair, curves enough to stop a man’s heart, and the sharp eyes of a woman every bit as sharp as she was beautiful. Resigned to living out the rest of his days as a bachelor, married to his job as a state trooper, and devoted father to one strong-willed daughter, the sight of the female he saw huddling in a chair in his station waiting room had his blood boiling, and his body aching with need.
There was only one problem though: she was twenty years younger than him - and she happened to be his daughter’s childhood friend.
Sunni Weaver may have been the big break his investigation needed, but the very thing that made her valuable was the exact reason her life was in danger. It was up to him to hide her, watch over her, and protect her -- and along the way, show her that submission to his rules and his lusts, bending her will to his own, offered her a freedom she’d never imagined. Whether she was ready for it or not.
A grizzled state trooper and a sassy, defiant young woman two decades his junior was either a match made in heaven -- or one doomed to go down in flames. With her he had a chance to be the man -- and the Daddy Dom -- he’d always been. His brand of loving strictness and firm consequences might be just what the stubborn woman -- and disobedient girl -- needed most in her life. A man who’d love her, and discipline her, and make her his in every way a man could.
Could Cade Johnson be the one who would love the strong, modern woman she was, and cherish the frightened, sweet girl she hid deep inside?
Publisher's Warning:
Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!
This (very) steamy contemporary romance contains the following themes: spanking, anal play, humiliation, and explicit sexual situations.
Note -
This title does not explore deep elements of age play. There are no sippy cups or coloring books, just a sweet woman who calls her lover Daddy.
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and as such, any similarity to existing persons, places or events must be considered purely coincidental.
This book contains content that is not suitable for readers aged 17 and under.
For mature readers only.
Published in the United States of America.
First Electronic Edition: March 2016
By Megan Michaels
The Service & Submission Series:
The Widow Wagon Series:
Book Two: More Than She Bargained For
The Desiring The Forbidden Series
Desiring The Forbidden
Published By Stormy Night Publications
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
~Mark Twain
Prologue
H
ow does one ignore arousal?
Throbbing. Pulsing. All-encompassing need and want.
She tried doing mental math — three digit numbers multiplied by three digits. It kept her distracted, but the need to have an earth-shattering orgasm overcame the mental gymnastics.
Although Sunni knew that soon her ass would be on fire, at that moment it was frozen solid — as was most of her body. She didn’t even know Cade had a woodshed on the back of his property — until he had dragged her half-naked through the snow to introduce her to it. Even though his large winter coat came close to her knees, it didn’t quite do the job of protecting her from the subzero Wyoming cold.
Perhaps it was because Cade hadn’t allowed her to wear anything else under said winter coat.
Thankfully, he had a fireplace in the shed, and he’d stoked a nice fire to keep her warm. Her nerves had her shaking nonetheless.
For the hundredth time in the past hour, while lying naked over the saw horse, with a vibrator filling her sex, Sunni wondered once again why she had decided to teach herself to drive his truck. It seemed like a good idea at the time. She thought she’d surprise him by showing up at his workplace to pick him up at the end of the day.
However, that day never came.
This morning, when Cade had left in his state police cruiser for work, she did what she’d done for weeks now and grabbed the keys to his truck. She’d practiced by driving up and down the driveway. But, when she tried to put his “first wife” (as he affectionately called his truck) into gear, it sounded like an airplane engine taking off, and the vehicle would only inch down the driveway. Even more disconcerting though, was the terrible burning smell.
She cursed bitterly under her breath.
Sunni had quickly shut it off, letting it rest for a bit. Then, praying to the God of Trucks and First Wives, she started it again.
Nope.
This time she’d sworn there was smoke coming from somewhere. She quickly popped it into gear, regardless of the evidence telling her to leave it halfway down the driveway, forcing the truck to creep back to where he’d parked it. Sunni didn’t have a clue what it was or why it had happened, but she knew that Daddy would kill her for it. So she left it, waiting for the day he’d start it on his own, believing that he would come to the conclusion that it had just “broken.”
Of course, the thing that Sunni —
Madison Anne Weaver
when she was getting spanked — had dismissed prematurely was that as a state trooper, he’d be able to piece information together better than she’d expected. The other thing she hadn’t taken into account was that he had a nose for trouble. Call it instinct, call it skill, whatever — Cade had it by the bucket load, much to her chagrin.
She also didn’t anticipate that he’d figure out something was wrong with the truck the
same day!
He had come home, walking through the door with his eyebrows furrowed. “Baby girl, do you know why there’s a funny smell coming from my truck? And I think it’s parked in a different spot. Do you know anything about that?”
She had hoped she didn’t look like she’d swallowed a toad, because that’s sure as hell how it felt. She blinked rapidly. “N-no. I don’t have a clue. Why would it be smelling? Smelling like what?”
His eyes narrowed, watching her, the sound of his keys clattering against the battered ceramic bowl he kept on the counter, while he retrieved the truck keys. “I’ll be out trying to figure out what’s wrong with my First Wife.”
A few minutes later, he’d come back into the house, his jaw clenched and with a weary shake of his head he turned a steely gaze her way. “It appears that the clutch has been burned out.”
“Ohhhh, really? Is that a bad thing?” God, Sunni had hoped it was merely a twenty dollar part, something he might not care too much about.
“Yes, Madison. It’s a ton of work and will cost around seven hundred dollars to fix. It’ll take a full day, maybe more. I’m going to ask again: Do you have any idea why my clutch would go?”
She just knew that if she stuck with her story, he’d decide it was simple wear and tear. If caught — or confessing to him — it would mean a spanking, but lying meant the spanking paddle plus a separate punishment for the misbehavior.
But she couldn’t risk it. He’d never guess.
“No, Daddy. I don’t have a clue. You told me not to drive the truck, remember?”
He had forbidden it, and reminding him of that was
genius.
Or so she thought.
“I did, didn’t I?” He tapped his forefinger against his lips. “You know what’s funny? You know the bracelet I bought you a couple of weeks ago?”
Where was this going? “Yeah.”
“I found it on the floor near the gear shift. Have you been missing this?” He dangled it from his finger, raising his eyebrows at her.
Fuck!
“That’s right! ‘Fuck’ is right, little girl. So do you want to tell me the truth now? It doesn’t stop the fact that you’re getting the spanking paddle for lying, but how long it spanks you is proportionate to how long it takes you to confess.”
“Oh, God. It was supposed to be a surprise for you.”
“Oh, it was a surprise all right. I’m kind of anxious to hear what kind of surprise.” He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the back of the couch to listen.
Sunni wrung her hands in the hem of her shirt.
God, it’s all in the presentation. If I say this the right way, he’ll be fine.
“I thought about how you drive the cruiser all the time, and how you love your truck. And how I’m sitting here all day, cleaning and finding ways to serve you and make your life easier.”
He nodded, the side of his mouth kicking up a little. He was taking a little too much enjoyment in this.
“So, I thought you’d probably love it if I could drop you off and pick you up from work every day. You’d get to enjoy your truck, we’d get to talk on the way to work, and I’d get to serve you.”
“Uh huh. Interesting. So this wasn’t for you, it was for me?” He pointed his finger at himself.
“Of course.”
“So, how and where were you practicing, do tell?”
Sunni quickly answered. “I practiced here. I never went on the road, I promise. I just went up and down the driveway. Over and over and over.”