by Maggie Kane
“Oh yes,” I sigh the words. “I really want to.”
I turn reluctantly away from the car, and suddenly, he’s there. His arm draws me up to him, and I automatically tip my face up to receive the kiss that I know instinctively is coming. His mouth is hot and hard and absolutely delicious. I open my lips and tentatively explore with my tongue. His tongue meets mine. I moan as we rocket past tentative and go straight for passion. I suck his lip and he pulls me tighter, crushing me to him. Finally, we break apart, both breathing fast and look at each other.
“Stay,” he says roughly. “Stay and submit to me tonight. I’ll fix your car for free.”
I try to get my heart rate under control. I want nothing more than to let him do whatever he wants with me. Submit has me scared though. Where did that come from? Fixing my car for sex has another connotation with it as well. Dinner for a discount is one thing. Sex for free car repairs can’t be described as anything other than prostitution.
“Look, Garrett,” I stammer and try to make my voice sound normal, “I don’t do one night stands and I definitely don’t trade my body for car repairs. Sorry, if I gave you that impression. I think I had better go.”
He doesn’t try to stop me as I walk past him, but I only get two steps when his voice makes me stop in my tracks, “Stay because you want to. Stay because you know that if you leave tonight, you’ll never stop thinking about what you walked away from.”
I stand frozen because he’s right. I want to know. My body is trembling, and my mind is a jumble. I don’t move when I feel him behind me. His mouth is whispering softly against my neck.
“Stay.” His breath is hot against the sensitive skin behind my ear.
My stomach flips, my pussy is wet and throbbing, and I hear myself answer, “Yes.”
Yep, I think dimly, definitely big trouble.
Chapter 8
Garrett
I don’t know why I didn’t just let Mia walk away. Ok, so I know why. I want her with a fierce intensity that I have never wanted any other woman with. I don’t know why I am pushing her to submit though. Usually, that is something that I work into my relationships. Most women freak out the minute you say the word submission. They think it means they’re going to be beaten or raped or hurt. I would never hurt a woman, but I would tie one up, pleasure her until she begs me to stop, and then make her beg me to keep going.
Mia, though… God, there is something about her that makes my inner dominate just roar with a desire to see her give herself to me. I can see her beneath me, on top of me, kneeling before me, tied with arms over her head asking for more. Deliberately, I draw in a breath. She wants to, but I can see in her eyes the war inside her head. Gently and slowly, I’ll coax her out and make her feel safe. Then, I’ll show her how to let it all go.
I slide my hands up her arms and feel her trembling under my feather-light touch. I close my teeth ever so slightly right where her shoulder and neck join. Her breath goes out in a whoosh and then she pulls in a shuddering inhale. I am rock hard, though I know I am a long, long way from my release. She is so sexy with her responsive body and resistant mind. She’ll give me both before it is all said and done.
I let her go and walk around her, heading upstairs. “Come with me. We need to talk,” I say without looking back. I know she will follow.
In the living room, I stand and gesture to the couch for her to sit. She squares her shoulders and folds her arms across her chest. “I’ll stand, thanks.” I can see her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. I watch her take in my erection clearly visible in my jeans and then drag her eyes back up to mine. She has no idea how to process this so she is hanging onto the one thing she thinks she can control- herself.
I sit on one end of the couch and say, “Mia, sit down.”
This time, she sits. She’s on the very edge of the couch, feet underneath her ready to run. My voice is soft, just above a whisper. “First, Mia, and most important, you are free to go at any time. I will never hold you if you want to go.” She is staring at her hands in her lap. “Look at me,” I snap with an edge in my voice. Her eyes immediately find mine and hold them. “Better,” I praise going back to my soft, quiet voice. “Second, I will not hurt you. I don’t get off on pain. If you do, tell me now, and we’ll call it an evening.” I wait and she shakes her head, keeping her eyes glued to mine. “Third, you are in control here. Nothing, not one single thing, will ever happen that you don’t want. There is never retaliation or punishment.” I sit for a minute, studying her face as she keeps her eyes on mine. Finally, I see her swallow and take a deep breath.
“I’ve never done this before. I don’t know why I am doing it now.”
I let her gaze go and give her some space. I don’t say anything. She has to take the next step all on her own. She will either come to me or she will leave. I try not to think about how badly I want her. If I do, I might be on top of her, pinning her to the couch and breaking all of my promises.
It feels like hours before she stands moves to face me. Slowly, she gets down on her knees so her face is close to mine. I have a hundred images of what I want her to be doing in that position. She reaches out and traces her fingers lightly down my face and brushes a soft kiss across my lips. “I want you, Garrett. Can’t we just let it play out without all this submission stuff?”
I gently trace her hairline and cup her face. My thumb comes across her lip, and she catches it in her teeth. “Yes, if you like. You’re in control, remember,” she sucks my thumb into her mouth. I feel her tongue sliding along it, and I can only imagine what her tongue would feel like sliding down my cock. “Mia, there is so much pleasure waiting for you.” I pull my thumb from her mouth and kiss her, gently tracing her lips with my tongue before pulling away. “You work so hard at everything. For once, let someone else take the wheel.”
That brings her up short. She rocks back on her heels and looks up at me with wide eyes. I had hit the nail on the head with my hunch. Mia works so hard to put up a ‘tough, in control, handle anything’ façade. I am sure her friends think she is a rock, a pillar of strength. Today, at the garage, when she looked at me with that mascara stained face and daring me to say something, I knew that she is far more fragile than she lets on. She needs a shelter where she can let down her guard. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Mia looks up at me with eyes that make my heart squeeze and my dick go rock hard. I know she has decided. “Show me.”
Chapter 9
Mia
I take Garrett’s hand and follow him down the hall. My heart is beating wildly, and the last vestiges of common sense are screaming at me to run the other way. I think I should be scared, but I’m not. I think I should be ashamed, but I’m not. I decide it is time to stop thinking.
My body is on fire with desire. I want to feel his hands and mouth on me. I want his skin next to mine. I want to feel him sliding inside me, filling and stretching me with that obviously hot, hard and huge cock I saw pressing through his jeans. His soft voice gives me goosebumps as he tells me to stand still and that he will be right back.
There is a small echo in the back of my head telling me that this is when I should run- before he comes back with the rope and the ax. I mentally squash my panicking common sense and take in his bedroom. I was scared that we were going to walk into some kind of kinky sex room and have a vague sense of disappointment that we didn’t. Done in dark wood and wrought iron with cream colored accents on the walls, bedspread, and rugs, the bedroom is a picture of masculinity. The four bedposts are made from wrought iron and are connected across the top to make an iron canopy of leaves and vines. It is stunning, and I am admiring it when Garrett walks back in.
A quick look reveals no ax or rope, only a couple of candles and several lengths of soft silky looking fabric. He sets the candles on the bedside tables and comes to stand behind me. “I want to blindfold you. Giving up your sight makes everything else that much sharper.” I nod, without looking him. “Take down your hair,
Mia.”
I reach behind me and pull out the handful of bobby pins that were holding it up. The curls fall, and I smile when I hear Garrett make a small noise of appreciation. The blindfold comes down over my eyes. I have to ball my hands into fists not to reach up and rip it off.
“Easy, baby. How does that feel? Too tight? Take a breath, baby.” Garrett keeps up a stream of gentle reassurances. I stand for a moment, getting used to the sensation, and then I feel his hands working the button on the back of my dress that holds the halter part around my neck. It opens and falls free, exposing my breasts and strapless bra holding them. His hand slides around my side and rests on my belly. The heat from his touch is incredible. He steps his body close behind me and pulls me back to him. I feel him hard against my ass. His mouth is dropping hot kisses up my shoulder and neck, while his other hand trails lightly up and down my arm. I am trembling from head to toe. Sensation after sensation chases through my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he says as he works the dress down over my hips and lets it pool around my feet. “Let me look at you,” and steps away. The sudden loss of his touch leaves me reeling, and I reach out in the direction I felt him last. “Be still, Mia.” His voice comes from the opposite direction and is soft, but with an edge of command.
I stand and try to keep my stomach as flat as I can as I pull my shoulders back and practice my very best ballerina posture that I learned in third-grade dance class. I try to appear confident under his inspection. I have a decent body, but just standing there and letting someone look at me magnifies all of my problem areas in my head. I really want to just wrap my arms around myself and tell him to ignore my freckles, my hips, and the birthmark on my left foot.
The longer I stand the more willpower it takes to be still. Just as I am about to break and grab my dress from the floor, he’s there, close but not quite touching. For a large man, he moves silently. “You’re like a ninja. I can’t keep track of where you are.” He laughs softly.
“Don’t worry, I am never far away. Do you know what you’re doing to me?” He takes my hand and wraps it around his hard cock. He is naked, and a small moan of anticipation escapes me. His shaft is hard and smooth in my hand. I squeeze just slightly as I stroke up and down. That gets a low growl and I smile.
“Mia.” He breathes my name on a low groan. It makes me shudder and I want him so badly that I can feel my clit throb with every beat of my heart. “Get on your knees.”
Good idea, I think, since my knees just turned to Jello at his command. I slide down his body, dragging my hands down his legs. I run them back up and take him in my hand again. I slide my hand up and down and use my other hand to cup his balls, lightly stroking and squeezing them.
His hand traces the edge of my jaw and lifts my chin. “Open your mouth,” he says as he pulls his thumb over my lower lip. I comply eagerly. I want to taste him. My body is raging with uninhibited desire and excitement. I can barely contain my trembling.
Garrett uses the tip of his hard dick to trace my mouth before sliding it in over my tongue. My hands come to his hips and when he stops, I pull him to me, taking him deep into my throat.
“Fuck, Mia,” he says in a strained voice. I hold him there, working him with my tongue and throat before pulling back to suck him hard. His hands bury themselves in my hair and he holds me firmly in place. He slowly starts to thrust in and out of my mouth. “Suck me. Harder, baby,” he demands, slowly working in and out of my mouth.
“Your mouth is amazing, Mia.” I can feel him shaking with the effort to restrain himself. I think that he really just wants to fuck my mouth until he explodes, and at the moment, that sounds pretty good to me. I try to increase the pace, but he pulls away and drops to his knees in front of me.
His mouth is hot on mine as he kisses me with a hot demanding kiss. “You’re impatient. You’ll get what you want when I say you can have it. Do you understand?” His hands are roaming all over my body. I press myself against him, mindless with this aching need that is building inside me. My pussy is throbbing and dripping wet. I am more aroused than I have ever been in my life.
“Do you understand, Mia?” The sharp edge is back in his voice and his hand squeezes just a little around my upper arm to get my attention. I stop kissing his chest and neck and rock back on my heels. I feel like the ground has shifted under me, and I am trying to find my balance. My breath is coming in short shallow gasps. I realize that I am close to orgasm without him even laying a finger on me. He is making me insane with his commands.
“I understand. Please, Garrett,” I half moan, half plead his name. I reach toward him. He grabs my hands and pulls us both to our feet. I am almost out of my mind with desire. I press myself to him, and he pulls me tight against him. His skin is hot on mine. I kiss him with passion and need. My tongue tastes his, and when his hands cup my ass, I lift my leg and wrap it around him so I can grind myself against him. He laughs that low, rumble in his chest.
“Alright, Mia. We’ll practice patience later,” he says as he pushes me gently back onto the bed.
Chapter 10
Garrett
Mia is like holding a live flame in my hands. Her body is alive, humming with desire. She responds to every touch, and there is a raw, sensual woman raging under her calm, controlled façade. I have so many things I want to do with her, but I force myself to go slowly. Tonight, I want her to taste the possibilities of what I am offering her.
Her body is laying open to me on the bed. Her chest is heaving and her breasts are spilling out of her strapless bra. Her lacey thong leaves nothing to the imagination with her legs spread wide. She is trembling all over. I can’t remember ever seeing a woman let herself get swept away by her pleasure like Mia is. She is the most erotic and beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I lower myself on top of her and gently kiss her neck and down to her chest. I slip my hands under her to work free the hooks of her bra. Her nipples are puckered and straining as I toss the garment to the side and drop my mouth down to feast on them. Her hands roam over my back and in my hair as her back arches and she moans. I suck and bite until she cries out.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask huskily. I want to make her scream like that again.
“No. Please, don’t stop. Garrett, please,” she begs. My cock throbs hard against the mattress. Her begging my name is driving me wild. I check my own desires and lower my mouth again. She hisses and squirms as I close my teeth over her tight nipple. I flick my tongue over it and she moans. When I suck it hard, she pulls my face harder against her and pants, begging again for more.
I decide she is ready for another step. I slide away from her grasp, planting kisses down her body, intentionally skipping the area I know she wants kissed the most. There is a note of dismay and fear as I break my contact with her, “Garrett? Where are you?”
Instantly, I am covering her body with mine again and my kiss catches her last word. Her whole body arches under me. The feel of her soft skin sliding along mine is like passing a live wire over me. I clench and tighten in response, and only by the barest whisper am I able to maintain control. I want to lose myself in her soft skin, let her wrap my body and soul with hers until I don’t know where I stop and she begins.
I hold myself still, finding my control, my balance. Slowly, I draw the silk along her body. I move to lay beside her as I caress her with the light, sheer folds. Her surprised, “Oh!” is music to my ears and I watch, entranced, as she arches like a cat under the tantalizing strokes. I move to kneel above her head and gently take one of her wrists in my hand. I slowly tie one end of the silk around it before pulling the other end slowly toward me. It drags along her chest, between her breasts, and over her face. I let her process what I am doing and wait to see if she is going to object. I make sure the knot is tight and that she has plenty of room for her wrist. I stretch her arm out and tie the other end around the iron frame of the bed. I repeat on the other side before I bend to kiss her.
“You are th
e most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I tell her as I move around to kneel between her legs. Her breasts fall slightly to either side with their red and swollen nipples standing hard at attention. The trembling has gone, replaced by restless movements as she tries her bonds and tries to anticipate where I am going to touch her next.
I breathe for a moment, just taking her in before my hands settle on her hips. I grab the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down. She jerks at my touch and quickly lifts and wiggles her hips to help me remove the thong. I settle myself between her thighs.
I nuzzle along her inner thigh, working closer to her shaved mound. The tremors have returned and she is shaking with need. I part her lips and my tongue finally touches her with the barest of pressures. She moans and quivers, her hips flexing trying for more. Again, I tease her with my tongue. I feel the bed move as she pulls hard against the ties. The next flick of my tongue is hard and hot as I lower my mouth and clamp onto her. I flatten my tongue and lick her over and over. Her hips rock up against my mouth, and her legs lock around my shoulders.
