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

moment. I found myself una ble to guess at how long it would be when Dean was fully erect. And how thick! Mom hadn’t been at all clear about what would happen tonight, but I didn’t think there was a hope in hell of that thing entering me without a great deal of effort.
    “ You like what you see?” he said, snapping me out of the dream space my brain had entered and making me jump.
    I didn ’t say anything, but the fact that he’d caught me staring was probably answer enough.
    “ Those glorious breasts are making me hard, Jess. Honestly, I’m impressed. If I were less of a professional, I’d put my dick between them and fuck your tits until I sprayed all over your face.” He may have meant it, but there was a cunningness in his look, a calculation that made me think there was something else going on as well.
    I was kneeling on the floor still, newly naked, my thighs starting to tremble.
    “Stand up,” he said. “Come with me.”
    He helped me to my feet before leading me deeper into the house. We passed their living room, the kitchen and the den, all finely appointed. Dean had never told me what he’d done to afford all of this, but I guess I was about to find out...
    Finally we came to a closed door I ’d always assumed led to a closet, which he opened and allowed me to enter first. In the center of the room, a harness dangled from the ceiling. The leather straps and metal buckles shone with wicked purpose, and their complicated assembly intimidated me to such an extent that I took a step away from them and bumped into him.
    His dick was still out of his jeans, and my hand brushed its stiffness. It jumped at my touch, velvet skin lined in throbbing veins and wrapped around a rod as hard iron.
    “This is the web,” he said. “It is a fantastic tool.” He went to it, then loosened a few straps and adjusted several buckles. When he was happy with the arrangement, Dean flashed me that devil-may-care grin again and said, “Let’s get you into this, shall we? Try it on for size, so to speak.”
    “ But…”
    He came back and led me forward by the wr ist. “It’s okay, Jess. I promise I’ll take care of you. I’m your step-father, remember? Here, come over with me and I’ll explain how it works. When I’m done, you can decide if it’s something you want to try or not. That seems fair, doesn’t it?”
    I ’d come this far, what was a few more steps? I let him guide me over to it.
    Dean, his hand still around my wrist, reached out with my hand and made my fingers tap one of the thicker straps. “This wraps around your body, just below your breasts. It, and this one and these,” he said, making my hand brush more leather, “Support your weight. It’s like a swing, you see?”
    I nodded.
    Before I could react, he clicked a buckled strap around the wrist he held and, somehow, locked it tight. Dean was good, too, because when I made the instinctive move to try and free myself with my other hand, he was ready. Another strap snicked shut around my other wrist, trapping me.
    “ No,” I said.
    Dean ignored me. The straps were attached to the ceiling by a set of chains, and he went to the far wall where they hung from a pulley assembly and tugged on two of them. My wrists were pulled in opposite directions.
    He circled me. I couldn ’t turn my body to follow him, which let him come up behind me. He nudged my knees apart, and when I didn’t spread my legs he forced one of his knees between them and wound a strap around my inner thighs, first one and then the other. Once that task was complete, he snapped and buckled the thick one into place, around my torso and below my breasts.
    A cold loop of chain , devoid of the protective leather strap, was wrapped around my neck. It made me shiver, and the links that made it up clinked until he’d made it tighter against the soft flesh of my throat.
    Dean affixed more straps to various parts of me, but I was too pa nicked to follow all of his actions, adrenaline