Free Forbidden Innocence: Tales of the Forbidden by Jaden Sinclair

stairs.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
    “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled. “It’s nice to hear you speak up.
    Do it more often.”
    He showed her each and every room, then he shocked her by sliding open a thick set of double doors that led into a big ballroom. From where they stood she would never have guessed there was a ballroom in the house, even though deep down she hoped there would be one.
    Once she saw everything upstairs, Blaine took her back to the master bedroom to change clothing. All the things he bought her were unpacked, some hanging up in the over large walk in closet. She didn’t know what to wear for his friends.
    “What’s wrong?” Once more he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
    “This feels like a dream,” she spoke low. “A dream that I’ll wake up from any moment and find myself back in that room waiting to go to those classes and eat that food again.”
    “It’s no dream. You’re here to stay.”
    “I don’t know how to be in your world, Blaine. How do I even dress?”
    “Well, for one thing, I’m in jeans so why don’t you start with putting jeans on as well.”
    “But your friends—” She could hardly get the words out. “They’ll be up class and I’m not.”
    “Trust me when I say they are all down to Earth kind of people.
    Dane’s grandmother is the one you will have to dress up for, and Samara will make sure you have what you need for that dinner. Wear this new top.” He took one of the new silk tops off the hanger. It had tiny pearl buttons. “I can think about undoing each one of those buttons as we have dinner.”
    Her face heated up and she snatched the shirt from his hand. She also took one of the new pair of jeans that were folded in a build in shelf and walked out of the closet and into the bathroom.
    The bathroom was unlike any fantasy she’d ever had. It contained A walk-through shower with bench along the wall and glass windows showing everything. In the centre of the bathroom was another bench to use to sit and dress. Off the one side was a huge bathtub in a corner with jets coming out of it from every side. The toilet had its own little room, and on the other side a vanity table.
     
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    Shyla sat down on the bench and slowly stripped off the outfit the Compound put her in. She kept looking around as she dressed, fearing that Blaine might come in at any moment. Guilt once more hit her over how she told him she didn’t like sex. She felt so bad that she was afraid to even try it again. He was just so big that she couldn’t believe him when he told her that it wouldn’t hurt again. Flashes of how those women on the videos screamed as a man pumped his cock into them.
    Thinking about calling it a cock had her thinking she might start to panic any moment.
    Shaking off the feeling, she finished dressing and when she opened the door she wasn’t at all surprised to see Blaine standing by the fireplace, waiting for her.
    “Ready?” he asked. She took a deep breath and nodded. “Good, I’m starving and have a special treat for you.” He went up to her, took hold of her face and kissed her, lingering for a few minutes before pulling back. “Relax. Everything’s going to be fine, I promise.”
    “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
    He rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, “I always keep the promises that I make. Never forget that.”
     
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Chapter Six
    Shyla ate the meal Blaine fixed for her. As he watched her eat, he smoked his small cigar, lounging back in the large lounge chair next to his fire pit in the back yard. When Sally came back from the store she had a stack of magazine with clothes for Shyla to go through. And the girl looked at each one, each page slowly while she nibbled on the hotdog he grilled over the fire for her. So far he ate two to her one.
    “See anything you like?” he asked, getting her full attention.
    She looked up at him, eyes wide open. “There are so