The Safe Word is Cherry (TABOO, Interracial, Forbidden) by Tuesday Taboo Page A

back to my car and pretend this had never happened.
    He unzipped his jeans and pulled his penis out through the unbuttoned slit of his boxers. It was incredibly black, impossibly thick and, though still limp, seemed like it would get to be quite a bit bigger than anything I ’d ever imagined sliding into me, once he got aroused.
    I stared.
    “Come on, Jess,” he said. “You may not know it, but you just licked your lips. If the sight of a man’s dick is enough to freeze you in your tracks, this is going to be a very long night for both of us.”
    “ But…”
    “ On your fucking knees,” he said again, the words forged in something stricter and sterner than they had been prior.
    I felt ridiculous. Was I wasting my time? After all, if putting that in my mouth was enough to make me think of using the safety word, why was I even here? If Mom was okay with this, why shouldn’t I be? Annoyed at myself, I knelt before him and stared up at him defiantly.
    “ Good,” he said. “Now strip.”
    The words went through me like a knife in the dark. Really? Just like that? I ’d been willing to lick him, to let him put his penis in my mouth. If I were honest, I’d even been looking forward to seeing how hard he could get, how long his thick penis could get once I’d had my mouth on him, but to have to kneel here naked, like some-
    “ Slut,” he said, “I am losing patience with you. If you don’t get every last piece of clothing off of your body in the next thirty second, I’m going to cut them off of you.”
    I started to get back up to my feet. If I was going to comply, getting out of the stupid tight skirt I ’d chosen to wear would require me to-
    “ No,” Dean barked, his voice making me jerk as surely as if he’d tied a leash to my neck and jerked it. “Stay on your damn knees. Took you long enough to work out how to get there, I’m not risking having to wait that long for you to figure it out again. You have twenty five seconds left.”
    My fingers went to the buttons of my blouse. Why had I worn this, too? I knew the answer, but the fact that I ’d thought Dean would wine me and dine me and possibly take his time getting to anything even close to this wasn’t something I wanted to dwell on. Not right then. Not with twenty seconds left and my blouse only now falling away from my body.
    Bra next. I didn ’t particularly want my breasts bouncing around in full view for any longer than they had to, but I could pop that off with ease and leave the shimmying I’d have to do it get out of the skirt and panties to last.
    “ You’re a very busty girl, Jess. Do you get many compliments about that?”
    I grunted, partly in exasperation and partly at the effort of trying to unzip my skirt and drag it down past my hips while still kneeling on the floorboards at the entrance to their home.
    “ Sometimes,” I said. I supposed it was true. If I wore something low cut, I certainly caught my fair share of guys trying to catch a look at my breasts, at least.
    “ You are beautiful,” he said. “It is entirely possible you haven’t been told that often enough in your life. If you knew it, you would be even more attractive. You’d hold yourself with the grace and confidence befitting a woman with a body that is, quite frankly, built to fuck. And five seconds.”
    I panicked. How was anyone supposed to take a skirt off while they were still kneeling, anyway? I kicked off my shoes at least, and dragged my panties and my skirt down m y legs and let them lay in a mess of fabric around my knees.
    Dean nodded, then pulled a knife from the back pocket of his jeans and unfolded the blade. “Hold still,” he said, stepping forward to saw at the clothing I hadn’t been able to remove. The smell of him this close filled me, and my vision was dominated by his thick black length swinging back and forth as his body moved with the effort of slicing the clothes and tossing them aside.
    It was growing, too, getting harder by the