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  PRYING EYES!

  PUBLIC TABOO

  8 BOOK SET

  BY

  S. GOODE

  COPYRIGHT 2018

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  DOMINATED AT THE SUPERMAKET BY A STRANGER

  OUT OF MY LEAGUE

  HOW DID I END UP LIKE THIS?

  POSSESSED

  TRAINED BY THE GROUP

  MY ISSUES

  LEARNING SUBMISSION

  PINNED DOWN

  SUBMISSIVE SOLUTION

  SECOND CHANCES

  THE POWER OF ‘NEED’

  SUBMISSIVE SOLUTION

  THE ONE MILLION DOLLAR SYBIAN RODEO

  YEE HAW

  THE REDEMPTION WHEEL

  THE FINAL FOUR – VIBRATION ON

  MY NEW RIG

  TWO STEP TRAINING: SURROUNDED

  MY HUMILIATING STEPBROTHERS

  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

  THE VIRGIN SLUT

  HITCHIN’ CROSS THE U.S.A.

  Day 1: The Twins

  Day 7: Three Wounded Heroes

  Dear Diary: Sir’s Revelation

  Dear Diary: The Empire Hotel

  THE DAYAFTER EVERYTHING CHANGED

  A GAME I HAD TO WIN

  NEGATIVE ATTENTION

  THE TOY

  TAKEN AT THE TAYLOR CONCERT

  IN THE CROWD

  BACKSTAGE MISTAKE

  NOTE: This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment. You may not reproduce or distribute this book for sale on any medium. All rights are held by the author. All characters in this anthology are over the age of 18.

  DOMINATED AT THE SUPERMAKET BY A STRANGER

  OUT OF MY LEAGUE

  I bent down to grab a bag of sugar from the lower shelf when an odd feeling, like I was being watched, came over me. Looking up, my breathing stopped short. A ruggedly handsome man was looking down at me. He was nearly as old as my father, but much better looking and I pondered his reasons. His face was defined by a long scar running over his chin and his body was sculpted beneath an expensive looking suit.

  I felt a shiver of confused, yet excited feelings jolt through my body. This was not like me - but he was so striking and confident. His gaze was intense, and though it was flattering, it also made me feel a little self conscious. I’m not a bad looking girl but I’d never had a mature man like that ogle me so boldly - at least, not one so breathtaking. I didn’t know how to react.

  He continued staring, his confident eyes undressing me without shame. I looked down embarrassed and that’s when I noticed my top button had come undone and he could see down my blouse. My breasts are very average and my pink bra was clearly in his view – and he clearly liked it.

  He is leering at me. What should I do – ignore him? I have no clue what he is thinking. I’m sure he would find me immature compared to the woman he usually dated. Wait…he is wearing a ring. He’s married!

  What a jerk…though I can’t say I disagree with his taste – heh heh. Just do up the button and he will go away.

  I reached up to refasten my button and noticed I was breathing heavier. The age difference not only flattered me, it intimidated me. I was just shopping to pick up some supplies for a little get together with my friends. This was much more excitement than I was expecting. I’m a pretty straight laced girl and not big on taking chances. Especially with married men - no matter how good looking they are. It was a thrill for a moment but it wasn’t for me.

  I turned my back to him and tried to discreetly fasten the button just as he was stooping down beside me. It was hard not to notice how wonderful he smelled. I looked back at the sugar pretending there was nothing happening between us when his hand reached for the sugar at the same time as mine.

  Suddenly I felt a stroke across my left breast.

  Was that him! Did he just stroke my tit?

  Though it was a simple act, the sensation echoed through my breast. My nipple tingled and slowly stiffened. I was too embarrassed to look his direction, worrying that my hardening nipple sent the wrong message. Instead I grabbed a package of sugar and stood up. When I finally looked down at him his face was eye level with my pussy. It was very awkward - yet I felt it begin heating up under my blue jeans.

  Is this older man really that hot for me? Why is my pussy heating up? This is kind of thrilling but come on – he is way too old and married.

  Still, I found myself standing in front of him a little longer, allowing him an extra moment to wonder about my rapidly heating secret. He looked up at me with the confidence of a father viewing his own daughter and smiled. There was something deviously wicked about his sexy smile and I turned away self consciously.

  Okay that settles it. I’m not in his league. I need to get away from him before I start feeling like an idiot. His wife is probably here with him.

  I turned and exited the aisle quickly, heading towards the bread section. My nipple still tingled where he had brushed it and I couldn’t help smiling and feeling irresistible. It had been a strange encounter but it was kind of flattering.

  I pulled out my list to verify all the things I still needed to pick up. The bread was next and it was right behind me so I turned and searched for the brand we all liked. As I searched I could feel him approaching until I could smell the dreamy musk of his scent mingling with his cologne. He smelled like pure desire.

  Why is his odor so appealing to me?

  My deep breathing returned and just as I was trying to mask it a hand stroked across my other breast, even slower this time, and I gulped in shock. I turned pretending to be outraged. His hand was back at his side like nothing had happened and he towered over me. Against my will a second tingling nipple pushed against my bra cup and elongated, completing the stiffened set. My panties grew even warmer and I felt my face turning red.

  What do I do? What do I say? I can’t even resolve how I feel about it. What is with this guy – I’m not that irresistible…am I?

  When his eyes met mine they grabbed and held me, encouraging me to speak my mind. My nipples raged against my top, burning luridly over the attention, and I pulled the front of my blouse looser to hide them.

  “You have gorgeous hair” he spoke, catching me off guard.

  I didn’t know whether to scold him or thank him and my indecision made me feel lame. I ripped my eyes away from his stare and they fell on his defined and bulging forearms. They were enticing. This was no college guy – this was a real man. Once again I felt flattered and out of my league.

  “May I touch it?” He asked.

  “Ha-huh?” I stammered thinking he meant my tit.

  “Would you mind if I felt your gorgeous hair?”

  Jeez I sound like a retard. Come on Lisa, pull it together. He likes my hair.

  “I haven’t washed it today and it’s a mess. But if you really want to...”

  That was a lie – I had spent a good hour on my hair this morning. But I just felt so small next to him – so typical and childish. It might sound strange but I worried my hair would somehow disappoint him.

  His hand reached out and stroked down the back of my hair. I looked around awkwardly and noted we were the only two people on the aisle. His hand dipped underneath the back of my head and glided to my neck sending goose bumps down my back. Suddenly he grabbed the short hairs along my scalp and gripped them firmly. I felt his strong hand confidently take the back of my hair like the reigns of a horse and begin pulling my head backwards.

  My heart pounded in my ears and I was frozen by indecision. He pulled my head back dominantly until I was forced to look into his face. My back slightly arched and my breasts pressed against my blouse revealing my stiff tingling nipples. My breathing became shallow and I looked up at him flustered.

  “What are you doing?” I squeaked.

  “You hair makes me swell to touch you more.”

  It does? I’m getting frightened but…I like when you touch me. It’s so wrong though.

  A woman and child came wheeling a cart around the corner and the bold man released his grip on me. I was shook up and the only thing I could think to do was walk away quickly. I’d never had anyone come onto me so strong – more less an experienced man like that. I had been taken in hand and though it scared me, it increased my sense of being irresistible. As I walked away I tried to gain control over my soft panting fear.

  I made my way to the other end of the aisle, and ducked out of his view. When he could no longer see me I took deep breaths and realized there was something different about me. The back of my hair where he had held me throbbed and created a desire to be obedient. I suddenly felt guilty, like I was trying to escape a secret crush. Running from the man who possessed me - or from the man that I wanted to possess me. My emotions became tangled and I pulled my list back out hoping to get my focus back.

  I forgot to get the bread. Dang it! I’ll just continue and wait until I’m almost done to swing back to grab it.

  My plan seemed safe…but felt empty.

  I could leave the store right now and forget the whole thing if I am that worried. Honestly I don’t know what he sees in me – I am such a scaredy cat.

  I took a deep breath and found myself turning back onto the bread aisle. He stood at the opposite end and noticed my return right away. His eyes fixated on me and my heart beat faster as I continued down the aisle…

  …towards the bread – not him…right?

  As I drew closer my knees began to wobble and I slowed my pace trying to mask my fear of the unknown. With every step I knew that I was returning to him, though I couldn’t say exactly wh
y. The woman and child passed me going the opposite direction and I noted there was no longer any safety buffer. It was just me and him.

  Do I really want to do this? Look at him, even my mother would be in over her head. What makes me think…what the hell am I doing?

  I stopped ten feet in front of him and considered turning to escape again.

  “You’re back” he noted with his hot wicked smile.

  “Ay, I fa-forgot the bread.”

  Quit stuttering lamo!

  “You need more than bread girl” he leered.

  The hair on my arms rose as he said it and I gulped self consciously. I looked at his strong frame feeling like a criminal. My attraction felt so strong and taboo that I melted in front of him. It might sound odd but that’s what it felt like. I grabbed a loaf of bread, any bread, threw it in my basket and turned away quickly.

  Chickening out again!

  Before I could take my second step his hand grabbed the back of my hair again. I tried to turn around, this time prepared to ask just what was going on. But before I could;

  SMACK! – A hard spank stung my ass so much I squealed out loud.

  Holy shit he just spanked me…and it hurt!

  My body jerked but he held me firmly by the hair as the burn radiated across my ass.

  “Wait” I stammered alarmed.

  SMACK! – A second blow made my eyes widen and my ass sting maddeningly. With my free hand I reached around to rub it and a store employee turned onto the aisle. My strong mature suitor released me and I quickly shuffled passed him and around the corner, my ass burning with each step.

  I made my way across the store to the opposite corner, trying to put as much distance between him as possible. The burn in my ass made my panties feel like they were on fire and the burning sensation spread into my crotch. As it did the throbbing moved into my clit and the desire to be conquered by him returned. It was now undeniable – my pussy was becoming wet over all of this.

  HOW DID I END UP LIKE THIS?

  I hid along the edge of the store for a moment trying to resolve my feelings. It was unclear what I hoped would come from all this. Wasn’t feeling irresistible to an older man enough to satisfy me? I looked down at the end of the section and there he was, standing next to a frozen food case, but he wasn’t alone. There were two older women with long legs and short skirts talking and laughing with him. They were well built and I felt like they were much more attractive than me.

  They must know him. Is one of them his wife? Should I hide? How do I get into these situations?

  Both women reached out and stroked his arms in a flirtatious way at the same time and I began to doubt either of them were his wife. A strange feeling of jealously crept up on me as I watched the two older women try to manipulate him.

  Take your hands off of him bitches. Wait, why do I care….because I do – that’s why! Why am I thinking I have a claim on him?

  I realized I wanted to be close to him again and seethed at his new company. His head turned and he spotted me down the aisle watching. This time I continued openly staring at him - testing his attraction towards me. He turned back to the women and said something that made them both burst out laughing and stroke his arm again. The jealous pit in my stomach grew and I became bolder.

  I started walking towards him, swinging my food basket, casually trying to play it cool. He excused himself from the two women and headed straight towards me. We were on a collision course and though it suddenly made me nervous I refused to stop or turn back. I didn’t care how wrong it may have been – I needed to be the center of his attention again.

  When we met I started to speak but he grabbed my arm and began pulling me the opposite direction. My adrenaline surged and cold shivers tingled in my fingers and toes as he drug me towards the corner of the store. I found myself submissively allowing him to lead me wherever he wanted, my heart warm and throbbing with each step.

  “Couldn’t stay away huh?” He asked when we were in the corner.

  “No sir” I whispered.

  Submitting to him felt necessary and I wanted to show him my respect.

  “Well then you’re going to have to prove to me how serious you are.”

  “Yes sir.”

  I wasn’t sure what he meant. I only knew that agreeing with him felt very good.

  He is taking me in hand. He abandoned the other women and is choosing me .

  Something tugged against my belly and I looked down to find him undoing the button on my jeans. I panicked and tried to pull away alarmed. He gripped the waistband of my jeans firmly, holding me still and I stopped resisting. My chest was heaving in and out as his demanding fingers pulled the button loose and it popped open.

  I can’t believe I just allowed that. Do I know what I am doing?

  I looked around nervously. In the corner of the store several displays blocked us from most people’s view but if someone came walking around them there would be no way to hide.

  I heard the sound of my zipper being pulled down. As his strong hand tugged I felt it move closer and closer to my warm pussy. Every click of the zipper made me wetter and by the time it reached the bottom I was drenched.

  The top of my pink panties were in view and I secretly hoped he recognized that they matched my bra. I pined for him to think highly of me – to deem me worthy of further attention. There was no longer any denying it.

  Oh my god? I need this man to fuck me. It’s no use lying to myself. I’m not confused – I just want what I shouldn’t have. God he’s so good looking and bold. This is the first time an alpha male has ever noticed me.

  The dramatic change in our relationship created butterflies in my stomach and though I realized I was submitting, I worried about how far he was going to take things in public. My body yearned for more of his touch just as my pussy burned to be taken without asking for permission.

  If he offered to take me to his car right now, I’d go with him. But standing in the corner of the store with my panties on display is scarring me too much. Please sir – take me away. I’ll be yours for the next hour. I wish I had the guts to touch him.

  He pulled the flaps of my waistband aside getting a better view. One of his powerful fingers slipped into the top of my panties and traced the seam sideways across my lower stomach. His touch was like a line of fire and my clit began swelling with his finger only inches above it. It made me feel woozy and unstable.

  My chest heaved out further and I could no longer mask my heavy breathing. His finger snapped out of my panties and each of his hands gripped one of my wrists. I stood like a rag doll as he guided them behind my back until they joined together. I felt him pull on the watch my mother had given me for graduation and wondered at his intentions.

  He finally released my wrists and I kept them behind my back obediently. His strong hand gripped the back of my hair again and he raised my face to his. My heart pounded harder as he leaned down offering the taboo possibility of his kiss. His face stopped only an inch from mine and the smell of his sweet musky cologne filled my nostrils.

  Don’t stop – kiss me.

  He released my hair and pulled away, teasing me devilishly. I heard the sounds of people passing just beyond the display that shielded us and the butterflies in my stomach flapped harder. Suddenly both of his hands were on the sides of my jeans and he began pulling them down.

  An instinctual panic gripped me and I tried to grab my jeans to stop him. That’s when I realized how helpless I was. My arms were stuck behind my back. He had fastened my watch around the bracelets on my other wrist binding them tightly together. I was bound and defenseless.

  “I need to see more” he whispered.

  “Couldn’t we go somewhere else” I stammered nervously.

  “Shall I stop now and walk away? Are you too immature for this little girl?”

  Wait – no! Or yes…but don’t stop!

  “No sir. I’m sorry sir. Don’t be displeased – I won’t question you anymore.”

  SWAT – Another hard spank rang down on my ass and the burn returned with a vengeance, marching from my ass into my pussy.

  “Show me your obedience. Prove to me that you are worthy of continuing. You’re beautiful but…it’s not always all about looks kid.”