by Nicole Snow
Something tore near my entrance, quick and sharp, but I really felt my walls rearranging around his fullness. Soft, slick velvet altered itself to accommodate a man, the perfect lover it had been waiting for.
He rolled on, filling me to my very depths. When he hit the entrance to my womb with his big head, he stopped, lowering his sweat slick face to mine.
“You okay?” He growled into my ear.
“Keeping going. Please, Sir,” I grunted. “I want this...so fucking bad.”
“Good. Couldn't stop if I wanted to, baby. Pull your legs around my waist and hold on tight. You only get to be broken in like this once, but fucking this good never stops. It only gets better.”
Garrett lifted his hips. I winced a little as discomfort blazed through me.
Flames of pain and pleasure mingled, smeared together to the point where I couldn't tell them apart.
I secretly vowed I'd work through it, no matter how much it hurt. I had to have this initiation, and the sharper tingle in my nerves told me the rewards would be incredible if I just kept it together a little longer.
My lips formed a tight ring as he pushed down again. My hips lifted to his. I forced myself to swallow him deep, urging him on, thinking only of his pleasure.
Sir grunted, loud as approaching thunder. “Holy fuck. You really are a virgin, Jessie. Nobody's ever felt this tight and wet around my cock. That's saying something.”
I smiled. Nobody could fake words like that. Just the encouragement I needed.
His thrusts quickened, dipping down into my depths, his whole throbbing length gliding along my intimate skin. Each jerk dampened the pain, leaving nothing but a sinfully addictive pleasure in its wake.
My eyelids slipped closed. Eyes rolled back into my head.
He turned the blackness vivid red and full of stars. An orgasmic rush like nothing I'd ever known surged up inside me, sudden and ferocious.
“Oh, God! Sir! What is this?”
“You're going to come on this cock, little Princess. Don't try to speak. Just let go.”
The feral tone in his voice said, that's an order. And I sure as hell wasn't going to disobey when exquisite sensations arced through my flesh, closing in around me from every side.
Garrett thrust on. Instinct forced my legs tighter around his body, a great weight slamming into me, a human piston grinding to my core.
I opened my mouth wider to scream. Nothing would come out.
My fingers curled up and scratched at his hands as my whole body convulsed. Pure fire burned through me, chaotic and uncontrolled.
His friction held a new frenzy. I silently screamed, helpless as the blaze made me wetter, hotter, and tighter, a spring preparing to jump into the heavens.
When the spasms began, they seized up hard, only letting go when my muscles were rattled to breaking.
“Take it! Come beautiful for me again, Jessie. Don't you fucking stop.”
Oh...shit! Is this my body responding to his touch or his words?
Orgasm surged, impossibly hot, longer and harder than any sane climax should've been. I never knew how many breathless minutes I spent pinned beneath him, the sharp creak of the bed beneath us growling in my ears.
This explosion re-aligned my body, making me his submissive at the basest level. His powerful muscles lurched against mine as he drove himself on, faster and deeper, throwing me into divine ecstasy.
Here, the stars had grown so bright, overpowering everything. A hot white void gnawed at every inch of me; white, purifying fire rending the old Jessica Casey apart.
When I opened my eyes and saw his rigid face, I knew I was different. My Master, my Keeper was slick with sweat, still throwing himself into me with everything he had.
My eyes flew open. That decadent agony below my waist started all over again as my overworked clit slammed into his flesh each time he sank deep.
“Use me, Sir. Use me for all your pleasure...”
What are you saying? This isn't like you, Jessie! He's going to come inside you without even wearing a condom.
Another thrust of his swollen shaft swept away all reason. He rocked me harder, burying my resistance, fusing his hips to mine so hard my breasts flopped like ripe fruits.
Deep in the pleasure storm building in my loins, I waited. Waited for him to rupture, spilling his beautiful seed inside me, however risky and insane it seemed.
Safe sex? Sane sex?
No such thing with him.
This man took what he wanted.
If Sir wanted to throw me into an awestruck coma, making me come until I passed out? He would.
If he wanted to bust, hurling his seed into soft fertile spaces? He would.
If he wanted to own me until the end of my days? Oh yeah – he would.
He'd never, ever let me come to any harm. And the shamelessly addictive feel of him inside me, bare and up close, only sealed the deal.
His strokes became shallower, harder, tenser. The granite muscles beneath my ankles pressed back against my pressure, turning to pure steel beneath my feet.
Then the jagged, manly mountain above me split open.
Garrett lurched forward and punched into me. His head rubbed just beneath my cervix, ballooned, and erupted.
Come spilled inside me.
Huge torrents poured from his cock, a thick white lava heaving its way up to my womb. Above me, his face constricted into a primal mask, muscles contorting around his eyes and jaw as his body found the same bliss he'd given me.
I found a whole new layer of crazy, clawing fucking. And pleasure came with it – pleasure so rough, fast, and relentless it drowned me.
He's coming! Hard and hot and so deep!
His seed flowed on, a strong flood settling in my depths, real fire in every sense of the word. His magma would've burned if I weren't ready to take it, but my body was ready and waiting.
A whole new orgasm seized my flesh. It held me down, slamming me into the mattress again and again, working through my Sir above to reach my deepest, most vulnerable places.
Garrett and I grunted, rocked, and screamed together.
I was one with the inked gentleman and the merciless Dom for one glorious minute. I held on for dear life, a vessel for his come, my greedy cunt sucking at the fiery, potent ocean he'd released inside me.
A shaky groan brought me back to life. I watched Garrett's tattoos rippling as his orgasm slowed. He was undergoing the same tremors emanating throughout my body.
He slowly drew himself out of me, shifted over my limp thighs, and collapsed. But not without pulling me on top of him, guiding my hot cheek to the pillow of his breast.
“Welcome to womanhood, Jessie.” He paused, replenishing badly needed breath. “Now, the real fun can begin.”
My eyes went wide and I looked at him. What the hell? Was he really serious?
“I'm gonna train you until we're synchronized like perfect gears in one machine optimized for fucking. Your body ends where mine stops now. You ready to become a full time sub, Jessie?”
“Only if you tell me you love me,” I purred. I wasn't paying much attention to the words coming out of my mouth.
I didn't normally get overwhelming. But all this pleasure shook up something deep, releasing things that should never surface without serious thought.
Things that gave me pause. Garrett too.
It was his turn to lift his face in surprise. He kissed me hard as he grabbed my hand and held it.
“I do. Love you more than all these wicked games we play in bed and on the bench. Isn't it obvious yet? I love you more than life itself.”
I nestled into his chest, hiding the tears in my eyes. I hugged his huge body as tight as I could. Next to him, I was so small, so vulnerable – and I liked it.
I'd shrugged off needing a protector in my youth. But now, I couldn't imagine living one more day without it. Without him.
“Garrett...Sir...I love you too.”
He kissed away the three streaking tears that roll
ed down my cheek. That stupid, nagging voice started up in my head again, but his touch silenced it.
No, there was nothing stupid or insane about this, however it seemed on the surface.
He was a good instructor after all, and so much more.
By his touch, his command, and his heart, I promised to let him shape me.
First, though, he needed to mold into me. My hand brushed his hardening cock, causing me to moisten my lips with desire. When he moved in for a sultrier kiss, my legs parted, eager for another infusion of this beautiful soul cloaked in perfection and dark ink.
IV: Like Clay In These Enormous Hands
More than a week since I'd visited his bed, and now we were back at the Red Widow. Except this visit wasn't like the first.
I thought I knew what to expect. Once again, with Sir, I thought wrong.
“Well? See anything you like?” Garrett's hot words were like incense trails in my ear.
My dress clung tight, a steady sheen of sweat beading on my forehead . The club had its heat cranked up high. Or maybe it was just the body heat from the intense energy exploding around us.
The whole club became a bondage disco, its dark secrets spilling down from the high floor he'd taken me to before. All the servers walked around in lace, skirting between couples wearing slim leather outfits, or more often nothing at all.
I moved aside quickly as a barrel chested man led a small woman behind him in handcuffs. Garrett caught me, spinning me to face him, an amused smile on his lips.
“Don't be afraid. Focus on what's around you. That fucker Michael won't show his face around here tonight. He's never been interested in safe ways the Red Widow makes its money.”
Really? If this BDSM exhibition is the best way to bring in the dough...then what the hell's been going on here beneath the surface?
I didn't dare ask. Especially not here, out in the open.
The tingle in my blood increased. Garrett planted a big palm on my back, gently leading me forward, his other arm carefully poised near my waist to catch me if I stumbled.
The main bar had rearranged itself slightly into little alcoves where the booths used to be, much like the private nooks upstairs. The tight spaces gave all the patrons a little privacy – but not too much.
Unlike the main VIP floor, these alcoves didn't even have curtains to pull.
I forced myself to turn and confront my fears. Or was I latching onto new obsessions, dark fascinations I didn't want to acknowledge? Not without him, anyway.
In one little space, a man had a woman thrown across his lap. Her skirt was hiked up, yielding her bare ass like a plump turnip. His heavy leather paddle came down on her cheeks again and again as she yelped over the booming dubstep music in the background.
“You like that hue, Princess? I can paint your ass rose red too.”
Oh, yes. I liked it, alright. But I wasn't into spankings for the sake of spankings. He had to do it when I deserved to be punished, and the way Garrett's face hardened told me he knew that too.
“On we go. I'm gonna fish the truth out of you, baby. Then I'm hauling you upstairs and all our evil dreams are coming true.” He straightened his tie.
That low, smokey tone in his voice made me stop and shift my legs. Thick heat throbbed in my core, a slow, aching rhythm summoned by the growl in his throat.
In the next alcove, a skinny man was on the floor, wrapped up in something black and leather like a straight jacket. A woman with blue highlights in her long hair had her a long stiletto pointed at his mouth.
“Suck,” she commanded in a low, husky voice, her bright eyes dancing.
I turned away in disgust. Nothing about being a Mistress appealed to me. Or male submissives for that matter.
When Garrett saw the wretched look on my face, he laughed, adorable lines crinkling up around his eyes. “Good. It's not my thing either.”
He took my hand and led me on.
I heard the next couple before I actually saw them. The woman was whimpering, begging, pleading for her very life.
The man's big back hid her from me at first. Then he shifted, a dark smile plastered beneath the dark mask around his eyes. He turned to us and winked through the slits around his eyes.
“This one's been naughty,” he said. “I won't let her come until she's said her Hail Marys for the full hour. Care to watch?”
I shook my head politely. My brain said no, but my eyes were transfixed. When he stepped aside, I saw a naked girl with round curves chained to a giant X.
She was so open for him, streaked with sweat, her whole body trembling each time he moved his lips close to hers. Was that a vibrator shoved inside her, trembling every so many seconds, before the man in the black mask brought it to a dead stop?
Torturous. The submissive tried to kiss him, but he pulled away, a low chuckle rumbling up his throat.
“Not yet, my pet. Mister Foster and his sub have got their eyes on you. Better hope he orders me to make you come.”
Her eyes went wide. She nodded her head vigorously, muscles bulging at the side, straining all the way to her plush shoulders.
The Dom's hands went for her nipples. He stopped just short of turning them, and looked back at Garrett.
My Sir's eyes were on me. He turned slowly, meeting the other man's gaze, and nodded.
“Lucky day,” he man in the mask said to his plump submissive. “I'm gonna turn these pretty dials just right, and you're going to give it up for me, aren't you?”
“Yes! Yes, Master O!”
The man's hands tightened around her breasts. I watched her go off like a rocket, teeth gnashing, her big hips rolling up and down, humping the empty air.
Guttural cries spilled from her open lips. Her Dom slid his thick hand between her legs and toyed with her there, the same space between my legs growling for sweet release.
Finally. I found something that looked like the kind of torture I wanted to experience.
She was still grunting, groaning, and coming her brains out when Garrett's hand slipped in mine. I spun to face him. His hard eyes beamed across my skin, burning holes in my dress.
“Let's go upstairs. Now that I know you're a whore for being restrained and wound up slowly...”
He didn't finish the sentence. Fuck, he didn't need to. I was melting from the inside out, hoping the rich flow within wasn't slipping past my panties and down my thighs.
He pulled me along. When we were in the elevator, I leaned on the wall. Garrett's hands propped me up by the stomach.
I tensed and cried out when he wrapped his hands around me. Close – so painfully close! – to the tender peaks of my nipples.
“Just another minute. We'll be up there soon. Think you can keep it together until then, my greedy Princess?” He nipped at my earlobe and I giggled.
Raw heat flushed through my whole body. I turned to him, on last attempt to put the breaks on this insanity, this terrible need to have him tear off my clothes and tease me until I promised him terrible things for my release.
“Hey, Sir, I don't want it exactly like that. I don't know if I can stand a whole hour of that torment...however nice it feels.”
“We'll start slow. When you can't handle it anymore, I'll know. Of course, by then I'll be in up to my hilt in your sweet little cunt.” His hand reached to my thigh, snaking up my dress. “I'm a not big toy guy, Princess. I prefer everything sweet, wet, and natural.”
I lifted my head, clenching my jaw like I had something hard to bite down on wedged between my teeth. God, I really wished I did!
Ding!
The elevator chimed. Garrett withdrew his teasing fingers and gave me a light spank to make me move again.
He peeled off his shirt before we had the table down and the curtain drawn. He was rifling through the cabinets, carefully choosing the wonders he wanted to use on me tonight, the big stripes on his back twisting and turning with his muscles.
Watching him hard and shirtless never failed to light my fire. But those sexy
tattoos were kerosene, drawing my inner wildfire to a real inferno.
“Lay down. Push off that dress. Spread your arms and legs.”
Yes, yes, and yes!
I did as he asked, quickly undressing. No matter how many times we fucked and savored each other, he still made me flush when I was fully naked before him.
Garrett came forward when I was down to my panties. I realized tearing them away from my sopping wet cloth and lace was his favorite part, a proper ritual he did to signify his ownership.
Suddenly, my limbs were weighted down like anvils. I struggled to move my arms and legs apart, pushing my body into X formation, baring everything.
“Good,” he said, satisfied. “Now hold still for me.”
The first leather straps went around my wrists. They were like belts on my hands, hooking to some unseen bars beneath the table. I should've realized these benches were custom made, tools for pain and pleasure hidden in plain sight.
My legs were next. He gripped each ankle lovingly in his hands, binding the straps snug around them. Before he hooked the other ends into place, he tugged at my legs, opening me wider still.
Blood rushed through my heart. Every pump burned hotter and hotter, fire sluicing through my veins, my soaked slit turned up for his viewing pleasure. And probably a whole lot more.
More, more...
Greedy notes sang in my brain. Already, muscles hardened with severe need. Their pleas were growing louder by the second, begging for his hands, his tongue, his cock.
An involuntary moan left my lips just he finished tying me down. Garrett raised himself up, that cold smile of control on his face.
“I've got one more special treat for you, Jessie. Something Oliver didn't use on his plump little sub. I want you to wear these – wear them for me.”
He held them up. My eyes sprang open. The hot blood rushing through me cooled a few degrees, chilled by the sharp looking metal clamps dangling from one hand.
I started to struggle on the table as he approached. He'd given me a safe word on the way here – blue maiden – but I promised myself in the car I wouldn't use it.
He wanted to take me to my limits? Okay, fine. I trusted him to bring me there, through the scary flames, safe to the exquisite paradise that always waited on the other side.
