The Devil in the Black Dress (Almost Taboo, #1)

By Leann Lane

Never in my life have I ever been so attracted to another person. Much less a woman. But when I saw her sitting across the bar I felt my whole body melt for her.  Now she's mine. Or I'm her's. It didn't matter which as long as we had each other. Then I met him and the hunger inside me grew, demanding him as well. 

With them both I am unstoppable, insatiable, incurable.  

I would sell my soul for just one more touch, one more kiss, one more caress.  

She is my Mistress and he is my Master. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leann Lane
• Release date: Dec 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519922052

Leann Lane

Leann Lane is a self-published author that spends most of her time reading, writing, or spending her days with her family. Two legged and four legged alike. She lives in the mountains of Oregon where it gets a little too cold in the winter, but it also provides her a reason to curl up with her latest favorite author or her latest writing project and stay warm. If you’d like to know more visit her online and keep in touch. There is nothing she’d love more than to hear from her wonderful readers.

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Other Books by Leann Lane

Bound to Me Series

You Are Mine

You Are Ours

Because I Want To

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Disclaimer

Any and all resemblances to actual people and places are not intentional. Minus the Oregon coast. That was purely intentional it’s a beautiful place and everyone should go there!! But for all other things this is purely a work of dirty fantasies that should be enjoyed alone... or with that special someone or someone’s. 

Lastly, bondage/bdsm should not be taken lightly. Yes, it is great fun to read about and fantasies about. But, to put it to use takes great trust and communication between the sub and the Master. Remember: safe, sane, consensual. Truth and honesty. Those are

the basis of ANY bdsm lifestyle and should be practiced before you move farther. Play responsibly!        

Dedication

This book is dedicated to the closet writers and all others that live in the closet for one reason or another. I have been there as well and it’s no way to live. This story has been held back for 7 years because I was afraid to let it out. I was scared of being ridiculed and ostracized. Then I realized that the only people that will judge me harshly are the ones that don’t matter. 

I’m tired of living in a world of others choosing and I urge you to let break free as well.

Let yourself out! Let yourself be! Let your freak flag fly high and join me!

Chapter One

I saw her sitting across the room in the crowded bar. What caught my eye was her full pouty lips that were painted bright red. Next up came her large breasts that were practically spilling out of her black skin-tight dress. Even though she reminded me of a call girl, I curiously found myself growing wet just looking at her.

My mind spun with images of lying naked and being tied to her bed as she stared down at me telling me exactly what she wanted to do to me. My clit began to throb so hard that I found myself running to the bathroom in hopes of relieving some of the ache. I stood at the mirror for what seemed like forever pretending to be casually fixing up my makeup while I waited impatiently for the room to clear.

As soon as the last drunken lady stumbled out of the room I rushed into the first stall and quickly slid my skirt off. My thong was the next thing to go in my frantic quest for relief. Too aroused to even worry about foreplay I fell onto the toilet and parted my legs as far as they would go. One hand spread my cunt open as the other slid down to begin flicking my engorged nub as fast as my fingers could go.

My breathing quickened into hard pants as my pussy became so slick that is was a struggle to keep myself open while I fought to finish myself.

Here, let me help, a smooth seductive voice sounded from the direction of the stall door.

My eyes flew open and to my horror there stood the woman in the black dress. It was like a nightmare or a dream; I wasn't sure which. Here I was with my legs splayed and my pussy spread as wide as it could go. Worse yet my fingers were paused in the process of jacking myself off; and here in front of me, offering her help no less, was the cause of my ravenous desire.

My lustfully numb mind could do nothing other than nod. She sauntered into the stall with her large breast swaying seductively with each confident step. Mesmerized, all I could do was stare at them and imagine them bared for my enjoyment. As if I’d lost my mind for a moment I congratulated myself silently on picking the biggest one so there would be plenty of room for the both of us. That was my last thought as she knelt in front of me and replaced my hand with hers.

Mmmm, God, you are soaking wet. When I saw you rush out I followed you in hopes that I could talk you into lifting your skirt for me. Imagine my surprise when I walked in here and found it gone! she said with a tantalizing grin.

Chuckling a little, she ran her fingers up and down my soaked slit causing me to arch my hips forward silently begging for more.

I moaned at her words as much as I did at the teasing stroke of her fingers.

I have to say though, the sight of your sweet little fingers fucking your sweet little cunt almost made me cum right there.

I gasped at her bluntly naughty words. It was unusual for dirty talk to turn me on as much as it was. Then again, I’d also never gotten so worked up by a woman before as well. Never had I imagined being with a girl, but dear god, I wanted this woman more than ever. 

I opened my mouth to beg her to let me see her sweet little pussy; just so I could see if it was just as drenched as my own. Her smile caught me off guard a second holding my voice long enough for her fingers to attack my clit, rubbing it hard and fast. Causing my ass to lift up off the seat towards her. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, she stopped and stepped away. Confused, achy and nowhere near satisfied I let out a whimper giving her a pleading look. 

However, this is not the time or the place for this. Get dressed and follow me, she demanded.

She sauntered out of the stall leaving me to catch my breath alone. Reeling in this torrent of lust that was pulsing through me it took all my strength to pull myself together enough to move. Still horny as hell, I waited to hear the door close so I could finally get some relief.

Through the door I heard her voice waft back to me. Do not touch yourself and don't put that sexy little thong back on.

I groaned as her commanding tone sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me. I didn't know who'd put her in charge but I wanted to kill them... or thank them.

I cleaned up a bit and then panic when I realized I had no were to put my underwear. With one good look at the slinky little lace confection I tossed them out knowing the damp material would never be good again anyway. 

She met me just outside the bathroom with my purse in her hand and began to stir me towards the door. Her hand never left my lower back as we walked making it obvious that she was claiming me. In exuberance and unable to help it, I threw flirtatious glances at every man that looked our ways silently bragging at having caught the eye of the hottest woman in the bar. Every man we walked by adjusted himself to hide the erection that I knew had sprung up as they all fantasized about the two of us. 

One bold man stopped us on our way out the door and asked if we needed a ride home. Exceptionally large and daunting this man would have been the perfect male specimen if it wasn’t for the slight beer gut that was beginning to form on top