by Nicole Snow
Yes!
“Sure,” I mumbled, licking stray liquor from my bottom lip. “It does get really old. Hell, even I'm getting tired of it. Just one night, I'd like to be a little bad.”
“Then you've come to the right man.”
I laughed. Drunken revery set in, making my arms and legs move with evil confidence. I reached for his collar and pulled.
Garrett locked his hand around my wrist. He tugged me in, kicking the table back, pulling me onto his lap.
Then those huge hands were on my back, blazing up my flesh, searching for the zipper to my dress.
He tugged me closer at the same time he unsheathed me, drawing me in for a kiss.
His lips stroked mine. And I thought the fruity alcohol had a bite! His kiss arced past my lips twice as fast, hot and sultry, streaming straight to the ends of my nerves.
Everything inside me opened at once. My legs, my lips, plowing apart to make way for his tongue, his hands.
Garrett saw his opportunity and seized it. Ruthlessly entitled, without a shred of doubt.
His free hand caught the ends of my hair and tugged. He locked my head in place, pushing his lips harder into mine, flicking his tongue into my mouth and rolling its wonderfully wet length back again.
Tease.
Or so I thought. His next kiss went much deeper, a full force imprint with tongue and teeth and strength.
I gurgled soft pleasure into his mouth. His tongue searched deep, seeking mine. When he found it, he held it down, sucking at my delicate lips, aiming his shocks through my flesh.
“What's the matter, Princess? Haven't you ever been kissed like that before?” He pulled back, staring into my sex starved eyes.
“It's been too long,” I lied. I wasn't going to admit that he was the finest thing I'd ever had my hands and lips locked around.
“And here I wanted to introduce you to something new. Maybe I still can. Stand up.”
The table pushed in further with his legs on it. When the space was clear, he took me by the hand and walked me several steps to the curtain.
I didn't notice the small control panel in the corner until he punched a few keys. There was a soft whirring sound, and the entire booth started to sink beneath the ground, until only the table remained.
The edge of the seats against the wooden wall had been hiding several cabinets. He walked over, gesturing to the table, and unlocked one of the doors with a key from his pocket.
“Lay down. Finish taking off that dress. I'm gonna make your sweet body ache in all the right ways.
We need to work on that pain tolerance. But no needles – I promise.”
I walked to the table's edge and stopped. What the hell was he talking about?
I wasn't a total idiot when it came to BDSM. I'd read books and seen things online. I just never imagined it would end up getting thrown in my face by such a beautiful man.
At least, I thought he was beautiful. But I had no idea how inadequate the word really was until I turned and looked at him again.
Garrett had his neat shirt halfway unbuttoned, his fingers rapidly working away the last ones. He looked down, opened it, and tore it from his body like an unwelcome second skin.
I suppressed a gasp. His muscles were huge, harder and more developed than I even imagined.
He looked up, meager sweat glistening softly on his torso, giving him a gentle glow. The light blazed across him in small sparks, illuminating row after row of tight formed muscles and the hard spaces in between, and – surprisingly – not a ridiculous number of tattoos.
Dark inked stripes went up his biceps, snaking across the shoulders. On his front, he had a circular design with rays arcing out that looked a lot like a small sun above the right breast.
He turned, something in hand, but my eyes were fixed on the long tiger stripes going down his back, rippling out to his sides like detailed fire.
“I know you like what you see, but I asked you to lay down for me, Princess. You gonna listen or do I need to make you?” Strict demands filled his eyes and steeled his muscles.
He brought up what he had hanging in one hand; a silvery set of handcuffs he swung from side to side. Very slowly, Garrett smiled, marinating every inch of my wet, electrified flesh in his intensity.
Can I even say 'no' to this? Would I want to?
“What are you going to do to me?” I whispered.
A slight, but audible scream echoed just outside the curtain. It sent a cold chill up my back, wondering how much agony a man like this would inflict before he brought me pleasure.
“Everything it takes to make you whole. Come on, Jessie. I know you want to have some serious fun, some danger, just like you told me. You want to be the bad girl, right?” He waited for me to nod.
“Good. Then I'm the guy who's here to punish you.”
I inwardly smiled at that, trembling slightly. The full gravity of the situation was starting to explode in my brain, a fuzzy ball drunk on whiskey and rising lust.
I shouldn't be doing this, I thought as I laid on my back, rolling to my stomach.
My hands went to my shoulders, pushing away the bright fabric he'd started to unwrap. When it was off, I went face down on the padding and promptly closed my legs. I felt like I'd die if he saw how wet I was.
I shouldn't be doing this, but I haven't for twenty-two years. It's finally time. Time for...something.
I didn't know how far I was really willing to go. Obviously, this tiger wouldn't be satisfied with anything except the whole entree.
Surely, there's no harm in giving him a taste? A taste...
The very idea of his tongue, his big paws on my flesh caused by brain to throb. Not to mention much lower parts of my anatomy.
“Hands behind your back. Hold your wrists together.”
I shivered again as he wedged the handcuffs around both wrists and clicked them into place. He did an amazing impression of an angry cop.
“Whoa!” I reared up when his hand touched my buttocks. “Must you?”
A second later, I crashed back to the padded table. I quickly learned how unstable having my hands locked behind me could be.
“Absolutely, I do. Just like my hand is burning to heat up your plush little ass. Did Daddy ever spank you, little girl?”
My lips twitched. Fuck! Hissing those depraved words and images at me shouldn't have been so blindingly hot. But it was.
“Tell the truth,” Garrett demanded, bringing his lips so close to my left ear I could feel his hot breath.
“I want to know you, Jessie. Everything. ”
“No...no. My parents never believed in real discipline.”
“That explains a lot.” I couldn't see him, but I sensed him smiling.
“Well, sweet Princess, here's your chance for a little education.” His fingers gripped the rear waistband to my panties, pulling them away from my skin. “A little discipline. And – yes – just a little bit of pleasure too. Hold still for me, and try your very best not to scream.”
Small bombs went off in my head. A steady, rippling avalanche of lava began throughout my body, long before he'd even brought one hand to my flesh.
In one savage thrust, he balled up my panties in his hand and tore them down to my knees. Now, my bare ass was up, unprotected; a fat, curvy target aimed straight at his eyes.
I saw him winding up in my imagination, and then sensed the electricity fuming through the air as his hand streaked toward me. When it connected, I wasn't able to sense anything at all.
The fire – the raging fire! – scorched everything inside me. Even my wet, desperate sex sucked at the fire burning its way up my ass. Heat soared to distant nerves, setting off new explosions in my extremities.
Fingers, toes, more muscles than I could count clenched at once. I lifted my head and moaned through my teeth, remembering what he'd said about holding in my screams.
The last thing I needed was to upset him. Then he might really lay into me.
Garrett's hand smoothed my
burning skin for a moment. But eventually he raised it and leveled it onto my cheek a second time, adding crimson to pink, kerosene to flames.
The burn deepened. It soaked deep, like napalm or peppermint or molten wax, an enchanting heat that left a delicious tingle in its wake.
On and on he spanked me, turning his attention to my virgin cheek, evening out the hue until both sides of my ass were equally red, raw, and throbbing.
I wasn't sure why I continued to twitch and jerk each time he hit me. I couldn't even feel the sting anymore. The early pain had given way to a tingling warmth, a liquid glow seeping through every atom, bathing me from head to toe.
Fiery. Hot. And...pleasant?
I looked up when there was a break in his strokes. Garrett had paused, probably to shake out the firmness in his fingers.
The heat formed a loop beneath my waist, circulating through my torso, all its energy congealing in my center. My entire core melted into a wet, steaming jacuzzi of pure honey and feral need.
Oh, oh, oh...if I'm still a virgin when this night is through, it'll really be a miracle.
Garrett circled around to face me. He truly resembled a tiger painted in dark stripes and that damnably sexy sparkle in his eyes.
“How do you feel?” He asked.
“Hot. Flushed. Embarrassed.” Those three words contained my whole confession. “I don't know.”
“But you're ready for more?”
“More?” My jaw dropped. I looked up at him in disbelief.
Jesus. Does he mean to keep whacking until I'm fully tenderized?
“I'm going to spank you until you come. I'm going to make you lose control, Princess. And then I'm going to shove my way between your legs and fuck you until you're howling and shaking all over again. You think that spanking burned? You have no idea.”
I clenched my jaw. He offered a sinister paradise, a scalding bright heaven I couldn't turn away from.
As if I had any real choice!
No, I have no idea. Something tells me I want to find out, though.
Next thing I knew, he moved behind me, running one hand across the warm globes of my ass. He caressed me, slower this time, as if making me guess the moment when he'd finally strike.
When he hit, he hit hard.
I bellowed loudly. My shriek snaked through the curtains, where it bounced around in the chamber and echoed back at me. Probably at all the other couples in their private rooms too.
Audio-voyeurism. Who knew that would be appealing?
I tried to hide, tried to stifle my moans. No suck luck.
Knowing that a bunch of total strangers knew exactly what he was doing to me only fueled my lust.
For the first time in my young life, I really felt dirty, and dirty was damned good.
I shifted my legs, preparing for another impact. One thigh was slick with leaking fluid, a torrent of rich cream seeping out of me, proven arousal I couldn't hope to hide.
Garrett's hand smacked taut, right on cue, a big flat palm pounding deep on both cheeks of my ass.
Muscles tightened in my legs, and then sent their tension higher.
Everything in my core contracted, spiraling inward, a hot and sticky powder keg readying an explosion.
I didn't believe him when he said he'd make me come just by spanking me. It sounded insane. But now, it just felt insane.
My hearing and vision blurred. Everything faded down to a soft glow, blue like the gentle lights above. Everything was peppermint cool, except my inner fire and the steady thump of his hand on my flesh.
I lurched forward, grinding my whole body into the padded table. The energy wouldn't stay tucked in a second longer.
Panting, screaming, sweating, I came, surrendering to the carnal passion seizing my muscles.
Everything puckered inward. I jerked on the table in small waves, circling my hips. My blood boiled at a thousand degrees, a strange, ungodly fire unlike anything I'd felt.
And there was no putting it out.
Garrett's blows stopped. His huge hands pressed on my shoulders, holding me down, letting the ruthless spasms have their way with me.
“You come beautiful, Princess,” I heard him say. “Just like I thought.”
I couldn't answer with anything more than a garbled moan. Hot, shallow breaths snorted in and out, in and out, matching the rhythm my wavering muscles adopted.
My clit ballooned, flickering with cruel energy, always on the verge of being satisfied, but never quite getting there. Its energy poured outward, a tunnel of light and heat snaking up my center, awesome and violent.
On the last great spasm tearing through my hips, he leaned in and kissed my neck, gently urging me back to sanity. My bound hands pushed backward, edging the bulge on his pants.
Oh, he was hard. Large, swollen, and ready like strong rock poised on an avalanche.
More wet heat gushed through me. My virgin guard broke, and as I flushed and simmered beneath him, I couldn't think about anything except how badly I wanted him to take me then and there.
But the energy couldn't keep flowing at such a frantic pace – not if I was going to survive this.
I collapsed, throwing my legs slack near the table's sides. I wilted like a rose in winter, suddenly cool and exhausted beneath his heavy body.
Garrett's sweet body heat swirled around me. He kept kissing my neck, stamping my flesh with his softer heat, occasionally flicking his tongue to my moist skin and savoring my taste.
“Don't go to sleep on me yet. That was just a warm up, baby. I took you for a test drive. Now I want to get in and floor it 'til you're purring underneath me. Purring hard.”
His hips rolled forward, pushing his bulge against my fingertips. I gasped. My eyes rolled.
Wow! If that's not a wake up call...
“Do you want to feel it? Suck it? Fuck it?” He thrust forward again, stroking the hard length beneath his trousers on my knuckles.
I moaned beneath him. New cream trickled out between my thighs. I swore I was wetter than I'd ever been in my life, soaked to the deepest depths.
“Yes!” I hissed.
What's happening to me? What am I saying?What kind of magic is this?
Garrett's hands shot to my wrists. He slowly unhitched the handcuffs, freeing me from my prison –
no doubt to sample his cock, the very first one I'd ever seen or taken.
I swallowed hard and slowly rose when he made room for me. I turned, propped myself at the edge of the table, watching as he took several long steps backward.
Garrett's tattoos rippled as his arms moved. He held one hard fist at his side, while the other hand went straight for his zipper.
Lower, lower, I watched the little metal tag fall. The potent glint in his eye reminded me he was a master tease, an inked muse for the senses.
I didn't know whether to love him or hate him. Couldn't I do both?
“Garrett! Come on out! You're in there, aren't you?”
I jumped when I heard the angry male voice behind the curtain. Garrett looked up, one flick away from opening his fly and releasing the aching flesh there.
His lips peeled back, an annoyed growl slipping through his teeth, He caught his zipper and yanked it up. Disappointment set in like a quick moving fog.
“Yeah. I'm here,” he said.
“Out here. Now. We've got things to talk about.”
Garrett turned, slowly slipping past me as I lingered on the table. “This should only take a minute,”
he muttered.
I folded my arms. A sudden chill floated up my spine, as though he'd taken all the sweet, rosy warmth with him when he stepped outside the fold.
“You fucking thief! What the hell do you think you were doing with her? You think I wouldn't find out?”
“Easy, Michael. You know how it is with the subs who come here. They like to hop around,
experience new things with different Doms. Eliza told me you couldn't bind her like she wanted. Your rope work was too weak. That's why sh
e came to me.” Garrett's voice had that edgy, confident spark in it again.
My ears pricked up and I craned my neck. New fire kindled in my heart, but it wasn't lust. Disbelief could burn too.
“New things, yes. But you didn't have to fuck her.”
My heart sank. What the hell was going on? Who was Eliza? Some kind of girl caught in a love triangle with him and this stranger?
Eep! Don't tell me I'm the other woman...
I quietly prayed Garrett wasn't as badass as he looked. It was one thing to be hard and rough around the edges...but letting a remorseless creep take my virginity?
“She threw herself at me. It was just a one time thing. She hasn't even been back to the Red Widow since, Michael. What are you so pissed about? You were back there in the corner with another sub anyway.”
“That's another sub. A shame little Patti had to suffer all my anger.” The stranger's tone was sour and dismissive. “Eliza...something more was going on there. And you ruined it for me. All for spite.”
“Well, I didn't know you felt that way. You need to ease up, man. Maybe take some time off. It's not like you to get attached to submissives like this.” So, Garrett could turn diplomat too.
“Not like me?” Michael lowered his voice. I imagined him closing the gap between him and Garrett in my mind, fists tensed at his sides. “No, Garrett. I'm not the only one here who's had it up to fucking here with your reckless, entitled bullshit.”
“Watch who you're calling entitled.” Garrett's words were totally filtered through a growl now.
“I think this is about that last job you did for me. You fucked Eliza to thumb your nose at me, didn't you? You wouldn't shut up and take it like you always did before to fund your desperate artsy-fartsy bullshit. I want to hear you admit it.”
“There's nothing to admit. Come a step closer, and I'll plant my fucking fist through your face.”
The stranger laughed, drawn out and sardonic. “I believe in resolving things in a more civilized way.
That's the difference between you and I. Don't think I've forgotten this, Garrett. I'll find your weak point one day soon and bring you back into line. You need to be taken down a notch – or ten.”
