FORBIDDEN: The Saga
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FORBIDDEN – Episode 1
An Erotic Contemporary Western Saga for YP Erotica
By [email protected]
Heidi von Schneider had selected her clothes with care for this particular Monday. She wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. Not when her freedom and independence were at stake.
She eventually decided on basic black and white. Her skirt was a touch on the short side, coming` down at most to the middle of her thighs. Though she was well into her middle thirties, she still had a body that she could flaunt and be proud of. Her jacket, which matched her skirt, was single-breasted and tailored. Heidi never bought clothes—if she could at all possibly avoid it—off the rack. The blouse she’d chosen was white silk, quite sheer, and unbuttoned to a point directly between her breasts to show off a lovely bosom that had been drawing the attention of others since she was in her early-teen years.
Beneath her outer clothes she wore a matching white demi bra with half-cups that held her breasts lovingly and let them move erotically when she walked, a matching bikini panty, and around her waist was a garter belt which matched her bra and panty, holding up thigh-high black silk stockings. Barefooted, Heidi stood five-foot-six, but in her open-toed black stilettos, she was just one inch under six feet tall.
She had been turning heads her whole life, but on this morning, the head she needed to turn, the man she needed to entice, was her husband’s older brother, the disreputable rake who had seduced women on most of the continents on the planet. Gossip had it that he’d satisfied each and every one.
He’ll think me too old. He’s got his choice of women. He can bed anyone he wants.
Forcing away such insecurities, Heidi closed the door to her German-made luxury coupe and looked at the gleaming two-story office building that housed the international corporation known throughout the world as Von Schneider Enterprises, forty-nine percent of which was owned by her husband, and the other fifty-one percent by Dirk von Schneider, her husband’s older brother.
Precisely zero percent of the billion-plus-a-year corporation was owned by Heidi.
She didn’t have a bank account that she could call her own. Though her expense account was, quite literally, unlimited, every penny that she spent had to be given to her by Liam, her husband. He never said ‘no’ when she asked him for money, but the fact of the matter was, she had to ask.
And she was getting pretty goddamned sick and tired of asking for handouts.
Standing near her coupe, Heidi looked around. She was in Buffalo Junction, at the foothills of the mountains. The mountains were to the west, the endless rolling plains to the east, the oil fields to the north, and to the south were acres upon acres of grassy foothills feeding vast herds of cattle and buffalo.
Heidi breathed in deeply, and felt her confidence returning.
I’ve thought of seducing Dirk since I first met him years ago, Heidi thought as she turned away from her car which she’d parked in front of the sign that had her name on it. I’ve caught him looking at me a thousand times. Today is the day that he gets to do more than just look.
A young man wearing a serviceable off-the-rack suit and neatly trimmed mustache opened the office’s glass door for Heidi. She murmured a “thank you” as she stepped into the building. As she walked past the young man, she caught a whiff of his after shave. It reminded her that it had been quite a long time since she’d entertained herself with someone much younger than herself.
In unison, the two front-desk receptionists said, “Good morning, Ms. von Schneider.”
Heidi nodded to both of them, and in the back of her mind she wondered which one her husband was fucking. Perhaps it was both of them.
If Heidi was certain of anything, it was that her husband loved sex, and he wasn’t at all particular who he had sex with. Whether the woman was overweight or underweight, had hair that was black as a raven or white as freshly fallen snow, Liam von Schneider wanted to have sex with her. At least once, anyway. Once he’d had a woman, his interest in her faded rapidly.
Except with me. He lusts for me just as much now as he ever had.
Heidi felt a quickening of her pulse as she walked. She was consciously aware of the movement of her thighs, and of the faint tingling in her clitoris. She walked past her husband’s office door. He was at home dealing with a business problem on the telephone. He’d only made vague references to what that problem was. He seldom shared any of his professional life with her. At least his presence at the office wouldn’t be a problem she would have to deal with.
She walked past her own office door. Unlike her husband, she didn’t have a private secretary. Her responsibilities to the family corporation were fluid, and sometimes—most times, she thought—she had no actual duties at all. On reflection, she told herself that it wasn’t a bad hand to be dealt. Though she didn’t have any money of her own—none at all, if she wanted to be brutally honest—she had access to well over a billion dollars in family funds.
And her husband never—not ever—complained about how much she spent.
She opened the door to Dirk’s outer office. His secretary was there, looking attractive and competent in a sixty-ish sort of way. Dirk, Heidi had long ago come to realize, chose his secretary for her skill, not her sensuality. The same couldn’t be said about her own husband.
“Good morning,” she said to the secretary. “Is the big guy in?”
The secretary smiled, and the lines and wrinkles in her face became more pronounced.
“He is, of course,” she said with a smile. “Isn’t he always?”
“He practically lives here,” Heidi said without breaking stride.
The secretary touched a button on her phone and said, “Ms. von Schneider is here to see you, sir.”
Before Dirk could reply, Heidi opened his door and walked into his private office, closing the door behind herself. With her back to the interior of the office, and to her brother-in-law, Heidi inhaled deeply and held her breath for a moment, then exhaled slowly, summoning courage from deep within herself. She was suddenly feeling a little afraid.
“Hello, Heidi,” she heard Dirk say, his tone friendly but holding just a hint of surprise in it. “I wasn’t expecting you. Is something wrong?”
Heidi turned to face him, and she felt her heart rate accelerate.
My God, he is a handsome man, she thought. My husband’s a handsome stud, but Dirk’s truly someone special. No wonder the women can’t resist him when he turns on the charm.
“Nothing is wrong,” Heidi said after several seconds of silence. “I just wanted to talk to you about something. I thought this would be a good time…since my husband’s working from home this morning.”
She saw the questions come to life in his brain—questions that he was too polite to put into words. It was unusual for her to come to his office, and both of them knew it.
There were two leather-covered office chairs facing Dirk’s desk.
“Mind if I sit?” Heidi said as she crossed the room. “And don’t bother getting up. It’s just me, after all.”
“Don’t dismiss yourself so lightly,” Dirk replied, relaxing back into his chair. “You’re one of my favorite people on the planet.”
Then why haven’t you fucked me?
The thought went through Heidi’s consciousness before she could stop it, but once it had, she couldn’t deny its existence. Why hadn’t he fucked her, or even flirted with her? He was a prodigious seducer of women. Literally scores of women had been seduced by him. Of course, it was often the women who seduced him, Heidi reminded herself.
Insecurities flittered through Heidi’s libido. She was closer to forty that she was to thirty, and the fact of the matter was that she was a long way from the teenager she once had been.
She sat in a plush leather chair facing her brother-in-law’s desk, then pretended to notice something on her shoe. She bent at the waist, pressing her breasts against her knees, giving Dirk a long, leisurely look at her breasts as she pretended to wipe away a smudge from her stiletto. She gave Dirk plenty of time to see what she was offering before she sat upright in her chair, then slowly crossed here legs at the knee
He never once took his eyes off me, she thought as she looked into the eyes of one of the most gorgeous men she had ever met. He was looking down my blouse the whole time I was bent over.
Heidi felt her pussy getting more moist, and her confidence becoming more secure.
He wants to fuck me. He may not admit it—perhaps not even to himself—but he wants to have sex with me.
“There’s something I have to talk to you about,” she said. She folded her hands and put them in her lap. “It’s something that I don’t want your brother to know about.”
She saw his expression change slightly, but this didn’t disturb her. Heidi had expected Dirk to be wary. In many ways, he was always a cautious businessman.
“Whatever you say to me stays with me,” he said after several seconds of awkward silence. “What happens in this office stays in this office. In fact, as far as I’m concerned, this conversation never happened.” He gave her a smile and Heidi suspected that a lot of women had lost their panties when he smiled like that. “More to the point, I don’t think we’ve ever met.”
“I adore you,” Heidi said, now openly smiling as well.
“So, let’s get to the subject that we’re not going to talk about, and never will.” Dirk leaned back in his chair, kicked his feet up on his desk and crossed them at the ankle, and laced his fingers together behind his neck. “Let’s get this conversation—which never actually happened, by the way—started.”
Heidi closed her eyes briefly, summoning courage from within, and said, “It’s about money.”
She saw the immediate shock in Dirk’s expression. The last thing that anyone in the von Schneider clan had to worry about was money.
She watched as he turned his head slightly to the side, then asked in a voice just above a whisperer, “My brother doesn’t provide for you?” His tone of voice suggested that such a thought was, well, unthinkable. ‘Is there anything that you need—anything that you want—that he’s not providing?”
Heidi shook her head. “It’s not that he doesn’t provide for me, it’s that I have to ask.” She looked Dirk directly in the eyes. “I want money of my own, money that I don’t have to ask for.” For a moment she nibbled on her lower lip, and she noticed that Dirk watched her with a certain intensity that was more sexual than simply attentive. She got up out of the chair. “So, I’m going to ask a favor of you…if that’s okay? Is it?”
“Of course. I’ll help you in any way I possibly can.”
“How many different businesses do you run?”
“Right now, it’s fourteen. But I’m juggling another ten or eleven smaller ones that I’m thinking of acquiring. We’re still in the negotiation stage.”
“But when they do come on board, you’re going to need someone you can trust to oversee at least some of them, right?”
She saw the light come into his dark brown eyes. “Yes,” he said after a moment. “Yes, that’s right.”
“Someone you can trust,” Heidi said, rising slowly to her feet. “Someone in the family.” With the slightest shrug of her shoulders, her suitcoat filtered down her arms. She let it fall to the floor behind her. “Someone who would follow your every order, no matter what it was.” She raised her hands slowly, sliding them up over her stomach, then to her breasts. She squeezed them once, then began unbuttoning her blouse. “Someone who would be ever so grateful for the opportunity to…please you.” She paused a moment, her fingers toying with a button. “And to help the family, however possible.”
“You’ve got the job,” Dirk said softly but quickly. “I don’t know what it is yet, but whatever it is, you’ve it.”
Heidi finished unbuttoning her blouse. She took it off, showing herself to Dirk, her breasts full and firm inside the half-cups of a lace-trimmed demi bra. Her stomach was as flat as a teenage gymnast’s.
“And you don’t need to take your clothes off,” Dirk said, but now his voice was sounding strained. “Seriously. I’ve needed someone new in my inner circle, someone I can trust, for quite some time now. I was just too blind to see that you were right here all along.”
Heidi reached behind her back, caught the tab to the zipper of her skirt, and tugged it down. She used her thumbs and gave her hips a little shimmy, and the skirt ended up in a crumpled heap of very expensive silk around her ankles.
Her brother-in-law’s eyes were enormous. Heidi’s sexual self-confidence was reaching all-time highs.
“Do you like my lingerie?” Heidi asked facetiously. She did a slow pirouette, knowing full well the erotic allure she represented. “I always make sure that my bra, panty, and garter belt match. And this morning I took special care to wear only my most attractive lingerie.” She looked into his face, then down at the floor. “I wanted to be pretty for you. I wanted to please you.”
“Well, you’ve certainly done that, but I assure you, none of this is necessary.” Dirk cleared his throat. He was clearly emotionally uncomfortable. “You’ll have an executive-level position within the month. I promise you that.”
Dirk got to his feet. Heidi walked around his desk and tilted her head back to look directly into his eyes.
“Then you don’t want me?” Her voice was a whisper.
“That isn’t what I said. I said you’ve got an executive position and your own income, but you don’t have to do anything…extra…for me.”
Heidi’s actions were slow and deliberate. She put her hands on her shapely hips, then spread her feet a little wider apart.
“Do you want me to take my bra off, or do you want to do it? And what about my panty? You have options here.” The hint of a sultry smile tickled her very kissable lips. “There’s nothing you can ask of me that I won’t do.”
Dirk raised his hands, palms outward. “And there’s nothing you have to do. I promise you.”
Heidi sighed, and her breasts rose and fell erotically inside the demi bra. She felt her sexual confidence suddenly plummet, and that was a sensation she loathed.
“I bucked up my courage to come here,” Heidi said, softly and sincerely, “and now you’re telling me you don’t want to fuck me? Are you kidding me? You, me, and the whole planet know that you’ll fuck anything that moves.”
“That isn’t quite true,” Dirk replied in his own defense.
Heidi smiled at him. “You’re lying, and we both know it.” She lifted her hands and caught the hook-and-eye closer of her demi bra between the cups. “Now let’s be honest, since I’ve caught you a hundred times looking down my blouse—do you want to see my tits, or not?” She watched as Dirk sat back in his chair, and his fingers clenched the padded arms. “There’s no need to come up with a clever lie. I know you want to see my tits. But what about my pussy? You can see that, too.” She caressed her cunt through her panty for several seconds, then said, “You don’t have to fuck me, if you really don’t want to…but at least let me suck your cock. You don’t have to come, but you do have to get hard for me. I…I want your infamous cock in my mouth. I want to feel it pushing against the opening of my throat. I want to be on my knees in front of you.” She closed her eyes. “That’s not asking too much, is it?”
She could hear him getting out of his chair.
Without being told to, Heidi sank to her knees. She kept her eyes closed.
Never in her life had she wanted to give a blowjob more than she wanted to at that very moment in time.