by Nicole Snow
“You okay, Princess? Say something.” He had the clamps in both hands now, their mouths open and waiting between his fingers and thumbs.
“I'll do it. I'll give you this, Sir. I trust you.”
He smiled at that. The love and warmth in his face steeled me as the clamps came to my nipples. I only cried out once when he locked them into place.
Two cool, shining mouths bit down on my breasts. Heat flared through me, raging desire crashing headlong into fear. The adrenaline rush drowned my brain, so hard and sudden I shook in my restraints.
“It's okay, Jessie. You look so beautiful when you're in my hands. And you are, all of you, safe and sound.”
He reached behind my back and embraced me. His big muscles hovered over me, distracting me from the sharp discomfort with his lips.
Each kiss sent its energy spiraling to my aching, sore nipples. Then a strange thing happened.
Just like spanking, the pain began to lessen, giving way to a strange and surprising pleasure. My flesh sizzled, swelling around the clamps, a soft current beginning at his lips flickering through my whole body.
He swallowed my moans. Sir's tongue stroked mine, wet and delicious. He pawed at my breasts, massaging them gently in his hands, fingering the chain connecting my nipples.
Garrett's huge head rolled, separating from my lips. He aimed for that sensitive crook on the side of my neck. More licks, more nibbles, more lightning flashing at my core.
The explosions made me tense. I jerked in my restraints, pulling at the straps.
Even when I threw my full strength into it, they wouldn't budge. He had me tied down good, and there was no getting out of this without coming like an animal in heat.
One hand went below my breasts and moved down. My soft globes rose and fell, jumping with my lungs. They'd fully adapted to the relentless bite digging at my tips.
What the hell was taking him so long?
“Please! I need to feel your fingers...there...” I licked my lips.
Damn him, he was going to make me suffer for this orgasm. Suffer, just like that plus size sub downstairs, the screaming woman I now regretted seeing.
“Patience. Good things come to those who wait, baby. They come hard.” He smiled, flicking his tongue against my ear.
Shuddering, moaning, I held my ground. Sensitive flesh throbbed around the clamps, and then the pulse swept lower.
By the time he finally reached my folds, I was slippery and swollen, achingly empty. His fingers split, gently caressing my mound, teasing the labia but never going in.
No! I need you inside me. Fucking shove them in!
I bared my teeth, growling with frustration. My little hands and feet beat against the restraints.
Garrett smiled as his face went lower, kissing at my breasts.
At last, his fingers found my clit. But he kept moving with that same slow, torturous pace.
Firm and patient, he did laps around my pulsating switch, never truly pressing it. The energy building inside me felt like something waiting to explode.
My senses blurred. I couldn't tell if those snarls and curses were just in my head now, or spitting out at him, frantically pleading for his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
Anything to fuck me. Anything!
Sir stood at the edge of the table, his hands pressed on my thighs. Then they were gone. He walked away as I hissed and rolled my head, stopping only to draw in hot, humid breaths.
The whole table shifted. I thought it was my imagination – but no, it was really moving – lifting me up to him at a perfect angle.
He came back to me naked. His cock arced up against his hard belly, its tip streaming pearly pre-come, potent and ready to fill me.
“Sir...won't you take me now? I know you want to!” I moaned, clenching my jaw, forcing the delirium down my throat again.
“I told you, Jessie. Patience.” He moved forward, waking me from the sex fever with new, hard kisses.
Each kiss brought him closer, even though my tongue struggled against his. Soon, his cock was pressing against my flesh. My whole body rolled against his muscles in anticipation, drawn to his tattoos, his heat, his divine, primal power.
“You really want to fuck, don't you?” He whispered, pausing to dig his teeth into my lip.
He only let go so I could answer. “Need to!”
Shit. I can't even form full sentences anymore. I've never needed anything this bad, Sir, and you know it!
He knew a lot of things. His next kiss was longer and harder still. No longer a tease, but a full on love bite. His tongue pushed its way inside me.
And his beautiful, beautiful hips mirrored his head. His swollen cock poised itself at my quivering entrance, and then he jerked forward.
I gasped, a million dancing stars filling my vision at once. In one wet push, he was inside me, thrusting away, delivering the sweet release tearing me apart.
I really, truly, honestly came apart this time.
Sir's thrusts hammered through my orgasmic ambush, unstopping as a force of nature. The riptide picked me up and turned me inside out.
I started to scream, to sputter, taut muscles and vocal chords joined in the rapture of release.
The starry veil parted, if only a little. The dark stripes going over his shoulders seethed, rolling with his muscles, black smoke diving toward my body again and again.
Garrett buried himself deep. His thrusts dove faster, spiking into me harder. My whole body wobbled, making the small chain joining the nipple clamps chime.
This climax was different.
It burned long, growing in intensity, never dropping to more than a stark boil. Garrett's hips thundered on and his hands reached out. His powerful fingers pressed deep into my ass cheeks, holding me against the padded table for his leverage.
He was power fucking me. No rest or mercy here. Nothing except total, unadulterated ecstasy and a galaxy of light swirling around me, a brilliant halo that seemed to contain all our love and lust.
Just when I thought it might finally break, he plunged forward. Garrett held himself deep, growling loudly in my ear. His teeth went to my shoulder, a hard bite holding me in place.
Then he was fully in me, molten and overflowing. He came, firing his precious essence up my womb, flooding it.
Our bodies jerked and writhed together. Delicate tissue opened and stretched for him, spasming around his twitching length, draining his seed.
Orgasmic fury throttled me. Somewhere in the mind blowing convulsions, I had a revelation, an epiphany written in flesh and fluid.
This wasn't just casual fucking anymore. It went beyond that, even beyond domination and
submission.
Garrett, lover and Sir, was mating me at the deepest animal level.
Any sane girl should've run. But I was way past sanity, buried in his fire, his cock, his come.
The very real risk of him planting his baby deep inside made me come even harder. I thrashed in the straps, pushing my hips onto his cock, over and over and over and over until –
I collapsed.
Garrett's body trembled over mine. If he didn't have his fists propped on the table around my head, he would've fell too, crushing me.
We were spent. Finished. Most of all, relieved.
His eyes opened slowly and met mine. We kissed. Long, messy tongues searching in the darkness, smoothing our return trip to reality.
“Sir, Garrett...” His name – both names – caused my heart to swell, just like my lust driven flesh.
I wanted him. I needed him. I was ready for anything and everything he'd give me, especially his baby.
Ask him. You just need to be sure.
“I'm not on the pill,” I whispered. “You know what's going to happen if we keep doing it like this, right?”
Garrett stopped searching for another kiss and pulled back. The fire in his eyes roared higher than before. His rock hard posture alone would've been an answer, but he slowly opened his lips, giving voice to handsome
rock.
“Yeah, I do. I'm gonna knock you up, and it'll be beautiful. Once-in-a-lifetime beautiful, just like you.”
I wanted to laugh, to cry. Maybe both at once.
Instead, Sir just silenced me with another kiss. Heart, body, and mind were coming totally unraveled by this tattooed Adonis who just told me he wanted the unthinkable.
And even more unthinkable, I was going to give it to him, sealing us together forever.
V: Deeper Confessions
I gave notice to my apartment. I took some time off from work, a whole week, exactly what I needed to move into this place.
Ava gave me her approval to go. Surprisingly without much sass and teasing.
If anything, she seemed proud, slightly sad, but excited to have the whole apartment to herself. I would've bet money she'd have my old room turned into an arts and crafts room by the end of the week.
Garrett pulled up with the moving truck a few minutes early and we started loading it. He moved fast, like a man possessed, unusual even by his fit and powerful standards.
Then I noticed the change.
Just as we were really making progress on a room, he started to take long breaks. He wanted to be alone, intentionally retreating from me, standing alone on my empty balcony or the sparse kitchen while I carefully bound nicknacks together.
More items disappeared into the truck at my urging. He didn't say much, just carried them down for me, securing them in place for the short hop to his condo.
We were only down to a few last tables and a small stack of boxes. I tapped my foot impatiently, wishing he'd break the mysterious silence.
Tell me he isn't having second doubts. Because if he is, I can't go through with this.
Dragging everything up here was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. Last next to
disappointing him, or throwing myself into a man's place who'd suddenly had a major shock with commitment.
I marched into the corner bedroom where he was stewing like an angry lioness. I needed answers, certainty. Mostly, I needed to see his love, unconditional and big.
Whatever was going on, nothing had happened to change that. I hope.
“Okay, you've been treating me like I'm on thin ice all day. What's going on? Have I displeased you, Sir?” I hoped the pensive ring in my voice would coax out the truth.
He looked at me, soft and hard simultaneously, if that made any sense. The conflicted shadows in his eyes scared me.
“No. You don't know me well enough to really hit me where it hurts.”
My head tilted. I stepped forward, approaching him cautiously.
“I don't understand. What's going on, Garrett? What are you talking about?”
He sighed, long and melancholy. His big chest caved inward.
“Before you do this – if you really want to – you need to know who I am. Or rather, who I've been. ”
He looked at me fully for the first time. A grim smile came over his face. “Nothing else is fair to either one of us.”
“I know exactly who you are.” I tried to speak as soothingly as possible.
He just shook his head. “But not who I was, Princess. I told you I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of. My little dance with Michael is a big part of that.”
Ugh. How had I forgotten? The last couple weeks had been so sweet, so sensual, so head-over-heels that I'd nearly forgotten all about the reason we were thrown together again.
“Is this what I heard you talking about when you laid me on that bench the first time? The deal?”
Garrett nodded. “Yeah. The latest deal, anyway. Last one I'm ever gonna strike with that bastard.”
“Just tell me what happened.” I reached for his neck. He moved away, but I held on, and finally he accepted my gentle hands gliding down his chest. “I'm a big girl. It's obvious to me you haven't had a nice, normal upbringing. I want the truth. Almost as much as I want to be with you.”
“I owe you that,” he agreed. “It started when Michael and I took over the Red Widow. The place was always struggling under our fathers, nothing more than a money laundering operation for guns.”
The accountant in me raised her eyebrows.
“When we took over, we decided to make it a real business, more than a greasy pub. We wanted something that could sustain itself and make profits to sustain us without keeping our asses on the line constantly. Of course, we had to keep up the old business, selling big caches to every gang in the state.
I was the runner half the time, slipping across some county border or other in a van or a moving truck, one nosy cop away from going into a prison cell for good.”
“I figured as much,” I said softly. “Not that I can ever understand what it's like...”
“No, you can't. You can't understand it, Jessie, but you have to know about it.” He turned, gently grabbing for my wrists, pulling me close until our eyes met. “You need to know who you're about to move in with. I'm a different man now, but that business...it shapes you. Stays with you forever.”
I couldn't hold it anymore. I leaned in and kissed him, smoothing my fingers on his, urging him to let it all out.
This was the closest thing I'd ever get to a tearful confession. Big men who'd been through serious storms like him didn't break down and cry. They just got moody and spilled the truth, tearing out their hearts in a last desperate act, giving me a choice to grab it and clutch it to my own chest, else run away forever.
“Well, the gun running finally died down,” he continued. “I got Michael to give it up. Took constant pressure. It was a little over five years ago. The Red Widow still wasn't making the kind of money we like – and that rat refused to scale his life back one inch – he had to get into something else.”
Something else? Oh, God.
“Distribution. Drugs,” Garrett said. “I never, ever used that shit myself. Nothing more than smokes and a little weed I gave up years ago. Started the tattoo shop to get away from it all...but Michael didn't wanna let it go so easy.”
“You're not still in the...trade...are you?” My breath tightened.
I figured he was dealing weed on the side, something like what he'd just described. But the images in my head were a lot more serious than anything I imagined. Every time I blinked, I just saw Garrett, tall and magnificent, meeting with all sorts of underworld vermin to drop off bags of leafy green stuff or glowing crystal.
I swallowed hard. He's getting out of this, I told myself. Leaving that life behind. For him. For you.
“Hell no. Been out of it for months, ever since Michael tried to twist my balls into it again. I finally put my boot down for good last week. He offered me a better deal than the one he tried to shove down my throat around the time we met. Bastard wanted to use the tattoo shop for running crystal. He offered me more than my usual cut – totally unlike him – but I still told him to fuck off. Wouldn't even admit to going after you in the coffee shop.”
“You made the right choice,” I said quickly. “This stuff is dangerous. Not to mention crazy illegal.”
He quirked his eyebrows. I realized how dumb, how judgmental my words sounded.
Really? His expression was asking. And I didn't blame him one bit.
I only knew about illegal guns and drugs from silly TV shows and frantic news reports. He'd actually lived it. Probably since birth if his father really was some big motorcycle baddy.
A strange flash of heat echoed through me. The growing need made me want to laugh.
Of course. Stereotypical good girl drawn to a bad boy. Or should I say even more drawn to a really bad boy?
His eyes were fixed on me, glaring and hard. He'd made his confession. Now, he was looking for my forgiveness, or if not forgiveness, then understanding.
“I told you I'm out, Jessie. I was already throwing that shit overboard when you came into my life.
But now that you're here, I swear I'll never go back to it. Never.” His voice rang with conviction, one octave above a growl.
; “I believe you.”
“I want you to do more than believe me,” he said. “I need you to tell me what you're gonna do now that I've laid it all on the table. I'm out. Are you in?”
I gave him my best crooked smile. Through the hard veneer of his strength, his masculine power, I saw a worried puppy, a soft and gentle longing for me that melted my heart.
His confession had lifted the chains off his back. He was free, and he wanted to love me as a free man. Not one forever gazing back at the darkness behind him.
“Sir, I couldn't leave you if I tried.” I hugged him close, kissing at the sheets of muscle and bulging veins on his neck. “I'm moving in with you because I've accepted what we are. Right here. Right now.
The past is the past. All I know is I love you like nothing else.”
His big arms wrapped around me. Suddenly, we were moving forward, all the way to the wall.
Garrett pushed me gently to the hard surface and kept coming. His kisses raked my lips, light stubble on his chin scratching alluringly at my skin.
The sheer power oozing from his pores took me by surprise. All I could do was hold onto his body, the wonderful tension of the erection behind his pants pressing into me, the raw, beautiful need throbbing in his veins, quickly mirrored in mine.
My nipples hardened, smashed against his rock hard chest. We really were amazing together.
“Sir!” I panted, when he finally released my lips to gather badly needed oxygen.
“Not yet.” He moved one hand lightly across my chin. Covering my mouth, he met my eyes, forced me to see all the bright worlds turning in his eyes.
The thin, round shadows were dark places he'd left long behind. But the bright, swirling stars were new vistas he promised me we'd visit, futures obscured only by starry brilliance.
“You don't speak until I tell you how much I love you. I'm not much for words. But I can tell you, show you, just like this.”
He moved his hand. His lips were on mine again, tense and searching.
I melted open before him, limbs and tongue, lips and neck. Head rolling, I arched my back when he moved to my neck, peppering my snowy skin with new kisses meant to comfort, rather than arouse.
I started to slide toward the floor, but Garrett caught me. Our eyes were locked again. I realized how heavily I was breathing, how he'd managed to steal my breath without even the promise of sex in handcuffs.
