Forbidden Curves (Steamy Taboo Romance) (4 page)

“Come in come in!”
 
He called to me, wrapping his arm around
my shoulder and showing me the room I could stay in, and the bathroom, which he
emphasized for the wonderful shower.
 

After introducing me to Diego, he
took me on a tour of the rest of the house.
 
There where balconies facing every
direction, fireplaces in six rooms, a hot tub, and even a waterfall in the
kitchen.
 

“This last one is my room,”
 
he said as we climbed the last flight of
stairs.

The stairs simply climbed until
we were inside of his room, and from here you could see in every direction as
huge windows framed the octagonal space.
 
The bed was in the center of the room and lush succulents gave the room
a beautiful color and feeling of life.
 
With the flick of a switch Daniel showed me that the roof was
retractable.
 
A large window now
allowed a ray of light to fall directly onto the red satin bedspread.
 

“I designed this house, and the
furniture as well.”
 

“You’re kidding!
 
Everything is absolutely gorgeous.”

Daniel told me that he built
houses for a living.
 
It was a hobby
now that he’d gotten older.
 
He’d
made a fortune when he was working full time in Quebec and thought about
retiring but had preferred to keep himself busy.
 
He also enjoyed making junk into
treasures, and as I took a better look at the desks and lamps I realized
exactly what he’d meant.
 
Everything
from the bed frame to the doors was refurbished and recycled junk.
 
It was beautiful what
’d
he’d
put together and I couldn’t imagine how anyone had such an artistic
mind.
 

“You like that?”
 
He asked as my eyes fell on a strange
birdcage on the mantle of his fireplace.
 

I was quiet for a moment, trying
to process the significance of the tiny figurine that was caged.
 
My mother’s warning replayed once more
in my head, this time mocking me for my stupidity.
 

“It’s a piece that a friend of
mine gave me.
 
You see, the doll
represents the indigenous people here.
  
They were made slaves, and the
tiny teabags hanging around him represent the tea that they were forced to
harvest.”
 

I relaxed as he explained.
 
It made sense--though I knew nothing
much about the slavery here in Mexico or Central America.
 

“I prefer your work to his, but
it is unique,” I replied softly.

“I am going today actually, to
the country to look for some pieces for a table that I am working on.
 
I actually need to get ready now, so I
will leave you to enjoy yourself.
 
I
should be back at six and would love to cook you dinner.”

I blushed bright red and
graciously accepted his offer.
 

“You like wine?”
 

I nodded eagerly. I had a taste
for red wine, although back home I’d never been able to have more than a
sip.
 
In Mexico, the legal age to
drink was nineteen, something I hadn’t given much thought until that
moment.
 

“Get a shower,” he smiled
 
“I’ll see you tonight.”

“I think I’ll go for a run before
I clean up, I’ve been so cooped up in the van, it would be great to get some
exercise.”

Daniel handed me a key from his
ring and pointed me towards a trail that skirted the golf course.
 
It was at least an hour later when I got
back and Daniel’s car was gone.
 
I
got my things from the van and as I opened the door to the house.
 
I was surprised to hear light music
playing.
 
The waterfall had been
turned on, and as I went towards my bathroom I had a wave of nervousness wash
over me.
 

Something about being alone in such
a big house scared me.
 
It was eerie
having the soft background noise that could easily hide someone who was
lurking.
 
I knew I watched too many
true crime series, but he did have that creepy doll cage in his room.
 
I knew I was being crazy, but that didn’t
mean it wasn’t a valid concern.
 
It
wouldn’t hurt to just walk through the house one more time and have a look
around, make sure the place was locked up and that it really was empty.
 

My first mistake was reading into
the burned DVD on his countertop.
 
It said simply “Cindy” and that in and of itself made me even more
paranoid.
 
Was it a video of the
last traveler he’d met?
 
This was a
town known for tourism and what a perfect place for picking up desperate or
overly trusting travelers.
 
No one
around, no family or friends close by.
 
It was ridiculous, but now I felt the need to do more than just walk
through, I felt like I should just glance around in the closets and drawers a
little.
 

I started downstairs and
everything checked out.
 
The kitchen
was just a normal kitchen, the bathroom empty but for some soap and cleaning
supplies.
 
The drawers in the living
room table seemed filled with the usual clutter.
 
It was nothing to spark any concern, but
still I went on.
 
The house was
relatively empty, for a man that lived alone, it made sense that he’d have a
lot of unused space in a house this size.
 

I had nearly convinced myself
when I’d reached the steps up to his room, but I couldn’t seem to help
myself.
 
Perhaps I wasn’t as worried
now, but somehow I wanted to look in his drawers anyhow.
 
Who was this gorgeous, wealthy, and
generous stranger?
 

I crept slowly up the stairs and
called out his name.
 
There was no
reply.
 
As I entered the room for
the second time I was, again, overwhelmed by the beauty of the view.
 
If he
wasn’t
going to murder me, perhaps he would
marry
me.
 
I knew I was being silly, but
it wasn’t every day that a woman found herself being noticed by a man like
Daniel.
 

I walked towards the beautiful
wooden armoire and stood there in front of it.
 
Was I really going to do this?
 
It was bad enough that I had
went
through the rest of the house, but this…invade the
privacy of his own bedroom?
 
My
hands dropped from the knobs and I spun on my heels and retreated to the room
he’d given me.
 

As I showered the only thing I
could think of was how guilty I felt.
 
It was stupid of me to have violated his trust.
 
Now all I could do was pray that he
didn’t have security cameras watching the house.
 
I scolded myself for my actions.
 

‘Lessons aren’t
learned without mistakes.’
 
I remind myself of
one of my grandmother’s favorite sayings.
 

That night when Daniel returned
he was as handsome and I’d remembered him.
 
He gave me a warm hug and complimented me on how much better I
smelled.
 

“Thank you for noticing,”
 
I replied sarcastically.

He poured us each a glass of wine
and as we got to know one another, it turned out we had a great deal in
common.
 
He was older than me, but
young at heart, and the gap in age seemed insignificant by the second glass of
wine.
 

I had joined him in the kitchen
as he prepped a vegetarian meal to suit my tastes.
 
When he asked me to prepare the bread I
was eager to assist him, it was over the top him going so far out of his way
for me already.
 
I was facing a huge
window that stretched the length of the entire kitchen wall and flickered with
the distant glow of the city.
 

“It is absolutely beautiful at
night,” I told him, staring into the distance.
 

I shuddered with sweet anxiety as
I felt him step close to me, his arms slowly finding their way to my hips.
 

“I would have to agree,” he
purred, his lips close to my ears now, “but not nearly as beautiful as
you.”
 

His hands pulled my hips back
towards him and I felt his rock hard shaft pulse as it pressed into the crevice
of my ass cheeks.
 
The next few
moments were like a whirlwind.
 
In
one moment his body is pressed against me from behind, in the next he has
lifted me and placed me onto the cold granite countertop.
 
His hands dove between my thighs and my
body lit up with erotic pleasure.
 

It wasn’t until he made me call
him daddy that I began to feel in a little over my head.
 
The wine buzz had helped, at least to
the point where I didn’t feel entirely ashamed, but now he was between my
thighs and sucking on the one spot I’d never even let anyone see.
 
I couldn’t watch, and with the pleasure
of his tongue, I could barely even think.
 

“I think I’m going to make you
cum on my face”
 

A shiver ran down my spine as
Daniel reached up and pulled my hair from behind me.
 
He pulled hard enough to make my back
arch, the sensation wildly erotic.
 
I let out a pleasured cry.
 
As his tongue continued to swirl and suck on my swollen pink clit I felt
his fingers slide in to my slit.
 
He
was rougher now than before and he tugged against the sensitive inner walls of
my eager young pussy.
 

“You are so damned tight, when
was the last time you were fucked Kat?”
 
I could feel his eyes on me, but his grip never loosened and my head was
pinned back.
 
I knew he was enjoying
his view of my supple young flesh.

“I haven’t been,” I said quietly,
embarrassed by the words as I spoke them.
 

“You’re kidding me!
 
A body like this, a lust for life, and
yet the body of an innocent?”
 
Daniel let out a guttural moan as his fingers began picking up rhythm
now.
 

“So what about this baby girl, is
this too much?”
 
Daniel stood up and
held my face to his, staring me right in the eye as his strong fingers worked
me harder.
 

I could feel the slickness of my
pussy.
 
I’d never felt myself so wet,
practically dripping even.
 
The
force of his fingers was hard, rough even, but somehow the pain was shrouded in
pleasure beyond all else. I shook my head in defiance.
 
It wasn’t too much for me. I could
handle him rough.

“Mm-mmm.
 
I’m going to break you.”
 
He threatened fiercely as his fingers
plunged deeper than before.
 

Lifting me he flicked the burner
to the stove off and brought me into the living room.
 
He
flipped me
upside down, throwing my legs over the back of the couch and pulling my head
off the edge as his lips dove back down and onto my desperate pink mound.
 
I could feel the pressure of his swollen
cock against my face and I desperately wanted to suck on him.
 
To give back the pleasure he was giving
me.

I
reached for his pants and tugged, pulling them over his hips and exposing his
hard dick just inches from my eager mouth.
 

“I
want to taste you
big
daddy.” I
pleaded seductively, emphasizing just how big he really was.