by Maggie Ryan
A Submissive’s Gift
Divine Designs, Book Four
By
Maggie Ryan
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A Submissive’s Dream, Divine Designs Book Four
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Table of contents:
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
A note to my readers
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Prologue
"I do believe I'm seeing a pattern here," Logan said, sitting back in his chair and looking around the table. He grinned at his parents, feeling truly blessed that he had a family who were truly amazing. "I see it like this. First, Bunny over there practically screams the word 'no' to her daddy—which, as every sub here knows, is a definite 'no-no'. Then, Ariel attempts to use her, um, talents to bribe her Dom instead of trusting his impeccable work ethic, as well as accusing her brother of cheating when we all know he has unimpeachable morals. And lastly, Nancy not only interrupts a conversation, but she then attempts to accuse Bunny in some scheme to change a perfectly functioning Woodshed. Gentlemen, I do believe our subs are all attempting to tell us something. Anyone want to guess what I'm thinking?"
"Hell—no guessing required. You're right on target," Garrett said. "Now, how am I supposed to put this? Oh, yeah," he paused, as he slowly looked at each of the women. "Alpha Note: Be prepared to spank, paddle, switch, or wear out the derrière of your own personal club member after their meetings. I'm not privy to what is discussed there for hours on end, nor do I need to be to know that whatever it is has a very obvious effect on our subs."
"An effect that I am more than happy and prepared to deal with," Jason said.
"I vote with Garrett and Jason. Care to make it unanimous, Logan?" Craig asked, seeing Barbara squirming yet again on her chair, her eyes bright with a combination of humor and desire.
"Absolutely," Logan said with a grin.
"Only one problem," Garrett noted, nodding at Elizabeth. "You correctly listed our subs' transgressions, but Liz appears to be the token 'good girl' member of their club."
Elizabeth's smile was beautiful as she reached out to entwine her fingers with Logan's before looking around the table. "If you need a spanking, or," she paused, and used her other hand to rub Logan's forearm, "anything at all, I suggest you simply be a good sub and follow my example." Pausing once more, she lifted her eyes to her Dom's. "Please, Sir, take me home and spank my ass until I beg for you to stop… and then love me until I beg for you to never, ever stop."
The room was silent as Logan smiled down at her, lifted their linked hands to his mouth, and brushed her knuckles with his lips. "And, ladies, that's the way to do it," he said, standing up and pulling Elizabeth from her chair, making her squeal as he draped her over his shoulder, and patting her backside as she giggled. Nodding his head, he looked around the table for the last time.
Elizabeth looked up, pushing the river of black hair away from her face. She gave them all as serious a look as she could manage from her upside down position, before she giggled again. "HOPEFULs, our meeting is now officially adjourned."
Chapter 1
Ariel was seated beside Garrett as they drove back to his house. She was almost trembling in anticipation of the remainder of the evening; her thoughts going from the daily 'reminder' she had coming, then to the endless ways this man could keep her begging for hours. When the car made a turn into a driveway, it took her a moment to pull out of her fantasies.
"What are we doing here? We just ate dinner." She watched as he lowered his window to speak into the box under the menu board. "I mean, seriously, Dairy Queen? How can you still be hungry?" Her heart stuttered as he turned towards her, his look making her pulse increase.
"Honestly, babe, do you ladies actually think all we do is sit around and talk about sports?" Garrett chuckled, and placed his order. After pulling the car to the next window, he reached over, popped the button on the glove compartment, and removed an item. Hearing her giggle, he grinned at the cheap tiara he'd purchased at the costume store a few days earlier.
"Jason has McDonald's covered," he explained, putting the car into park so he could place the tiara on Ariel's head. "And, young lady, I am now claiming the right to Drama Queen."
Ariel's mouth dropped open, then she bent over, her hands going to hold the crown in place as she burst out laughing. "Drama Queen? You think I'm a drama queen?"
"Ariel, I don't have to think, I know you are—as does everyone else who has ever met you, my dear." Garrett took his order from the server, after passing the money through the window. Turning again, he handed her the small strawberry shake he had ordered. At her quizzical look, he explained. "Ice cream cones are out, in deference to Jason, but you are going to need something cool." His eyes seemed to smolder with promise. "By the time I let you sleep, my Queen, your ass is going to be one very hot mess."
Ariel felt her panties flood with arousal at both his look and his statement. After the meeting, she had run up to her old room, delighted that a few boxes of clothing had yet to be taken to Garrett's house. A soft giggle erupted as she wondered why she had even bothered to don new panties. She'd only ensured that, instead of one sopping pair, she now had another to add to the laundry hamper. Smiling, she opened her lips and attempted to take a taste of the thick shake. When nothing came up the straw, Garrett leaned over and traced her cheek with his fingertip.
"Good girl; practice makes perfect. By the time my cock replaces that straw between your lips, you should have the suction of a vacuum."
Her face turned as pink as the ice cream in her cup, her eyes going soft as they drifted down to see the outline of his erection pressing against his pants. Needing something to cool the heat that was threatening to consume her, she made another attempt to drink, her cheeks hollowed, this time successful as the cold ice cream filled her mouth. Her nipples were rubbing against her bra and she swallowed, giving the man who would never cease to surprise her, a look of promise. Her giggles filled the car when he shook his head with a groan, and plucked the cup from her hands, taking his own long drag of the cold treat.
"Shit," he said, passing the cup back and moving the car into drive again. "Maybe we should try Chick Filet instead, since I am now planning on filleting the skin right off your sweet, little ass."
"Oh, I don't think so, Sir," Ariel said, smiling around the straw between her lips as she reached up to adjust her tiara. "I'm not abdicating my throne. Look at all the bounty my title demands." She held out her left hand to display the ring she still couldn't believe she was wearing, the diamond sparkling even in the dim light. "First, the most beautiful diamond ring, which my fiancé designed himself. Second, a gorgeous, jewel-encrusted seashell that my incredible Dom uses to worship my body, and now a beautiful tiara declaring me his queen." Reaching over to lightly trace the bounty she really craved, she looked up at him. "But, my King, I will admit, I can't wait for something a bit warmer to fill my mouth."
Garrett felt such a wave of all-consuming love and lust fill him that his heart skipped a beat. He was her fiancé because she had chosen him. He was her Dom only because she gave him the gift of her submission. If he was her King it was only because she gave him that honor. She was the most incredible, most intriguing, most innocent, and yet most complex woman on earth. The beautiful woman wearing the silly tiara might be a Drama Queen, but she had captured every part of him, and he would spend the rest of his life doing everything in his power to fulfill her. He was nothing without her—she was the other half of his very soul.
A little while later, Ariel stood in their bedroom, her body being slowly revealed as Garrett drew the dress over her head, careful not to disturb the tiara. This time she was not wearing the chaste white panties she usually wore as her uniform when she was to pay for some naughtiness, as there was no true naughtiness for which atonement was required.
Their chosen lifestyle included BSDM, which assured his little masochist that he would, indeed, turn her ass into a hot, throbbing mess, but only because the love of his life needed pain to make her pleasure all that more fulfilling. However, once she'd had the erotic pain she craved, he intended to give her all the pleasure that she could withstand.
Garrett's eyes swept down her small frame, his breath catching in his throat. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the demi-cups, the black lace accentuating the paleness of her skin. He turned her to unhook her bra, sliding it down her arms before dropping it on the floor. Running his hands up her body, he cupped her breasts, his thumbs sliding across usually soft nipples that were already taut, hard points that were begging for his mouth or fingers to claim them. His cock strained against his jeans as her soft gasp escaped her throat with the closing of his thumb and finger. He captured each bud and squeezed gently until she threw her head against him, pressing her breasts into his hands, surrendering herself to him. Garrett adored her sound of loss as he released her, leaving her nipples to pucker even tighter. His hands moved again to first cup her buttocks before he slid his fingers into the waistband of her lacy black panties. He was aware of her every move, feeling her shiver as he very slowly peeled the last article of clothing from her.
"Cold, my Queen?" he asked, kneeling to guide her feet from her undies before tossing them aside. He stood again, his fingertips tracing up the backs of her calves until his hands encircled her thighs. Her soft sighs of pleasure turned into gasps when his fingertips moved to caress the insides of her thighs, stroking so close to the very center of her. He could easily see the signs of her arousal glistening on her thighs where it had seeped from her core, the erotic scent of her making his cock thicken. Seeing goose flesh rise on her skin, and feeling her quiver with his touch, Garrett leaned close to her ear. "Bend over the bed to receive the heat you seek."
Ariel felt her muscles contract with his words, his promise pushing any chill from her. Feeling him step away, she turned to give her King a beautiful, knowing smile as she executed a perfect curtsey. From her position of symbolic respect for royalty, she lifted her eyes. "I am unworthy, my King, but I shall try my best to serve." Her lips twitched as she lost the battle to appear subservient, her smile indicating her desire. Rising from her curtsey, she turned to obey her King, draping her body over the bed where their delicious game would be played.
Her body trembled as she became hyper aware of every movement Garrett made. Her chin planted on her folded arms, she kept her eyes forward as required, not needing to see him to know what he was doing. The sound of his belt being unbuckled had her bottom clenching. The soft hiss as he slid the leather from the belt loops had her juices flowing further down her thighs. The short pause as she pictured him doubling the leather before taking the buckle in his fist had her lifting and pushing her bottom out, towards the man who would deliver her promised, evening reminder. The sharp crack as the first stroke was laid onto her upturned ass had her moaning. The anticipation was over, the teasing done. It was to be an evening of everything she craved, and it had begun.
"One, thank you, Sir," she counted obediently, her breath escaping her in a rush as a second line of fire fell below the first. "Two, thank you, Sir." Her bottom began to twitch and her hips to jerk as stroke after stroke fell, her voice correctly calling out the count and thanking the man wielding the belt for the perfect, delicious delivery of each. No plea for him to stop was uttered as she was lifted from the bed, only to be swooped up into his arms and taken across the room where a chaise awaited her. Garrett arranged her on the surface, her torso supported by the sloping arm, her legs behind her and her head just over the edge. Ariel's lips parted in expectation when he offered the belt to her, accepting it between her teeth as she watched his clothing hit the floor until he was as nude as she.
With his erection straining towards the woman he adored, Garrett ran his fingers down her cheek as she looked up at him. He thought she was the most incredible woman on earth, her green eyes soft with desire, her lips closed in an erotic kiss around the leather that had turned her ass a lovely hue of pink, six welts covering the beautiful rounded hillocks. He was amazed at how much this small woman craved having her ass reddened and her limits pushed. The fact that she gave him her unconditional trust to take her where she needed to go never ceased to make him feel honored.
"Shall we continue?" he asked rhetorically with a smile, as he traced a fingertip along her lips, before taking the belt from her, making sure she saw him unfold it, the buckle held in his hand as the end swept against the floor. "What was that your club member suggested? Oh, yes, spank until begged to stop, wasn't that it, my Queen?"
"Yes, oh, God, yes, my King," Ariel answered, her legs parting as her bottom quivered.
"Your request will not be made until you've swallowed the warmth you told me you craved." Taking his cock in his hand, he slowly moved it up and down the length. He watched as Ariel's eyes seemed mesmerized at his action before he stepped forward to press his cock against her lips. His pulse jumped as she lifted her eyes to give him a look full of submission, accepting not only his cock between her lips, but the unspoken challenge. He felt the first swipe of her tongue across the slit of his cock as his arm lifted to lay another stripe across her ass.
Ariel's training served her well as she pleasured Garrett. Though conscious of the strokes he was placing across her back and rear, her concentration was on bringing her Dom to climax, eager to prove that the man she loved was truly the king of their home.
Garrett took his time, feeling no desire to bring the game to a quick conclusion. Ariel was indeed his queen, but she was also his submissive—a submissive who enjoyed being taken as close to the edge as possible without crossing the line into true danger. The belt he wielded was not to harm her, each stroke of its full length was to allow her to reach the place where she would fly. It was lifted again and again to crack sharply across her back, the tip of the leather leaving bright red marks as it bit into the tender flesh of her ass. "Spread your legs," he ordered as he moved a step closer, forcing his cock further into the heaven that was her mouth. When she obeyed, his expertise with the belt was proven as he began to concentrate his strokes to land on the very sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. Her muffled yelps and deep throated moans at each bite of his belt told of her growing arousal.
When her hand moved to gras
p the base of his shaft, he quickly stepped back. "No!" he admonished, flicking his wrist to deliver a sharp sting to her sex. Her body bucked, her legs drawing together in an instinctive attempt to protect her pussy from his attention. "I didn't give you permission to touch. Get those legs spread wide and push your ass up. I promised you a hot ass as you practice your skills. Give me your pussy, open your legs for me. I want your cunt to be as hot as your ass by the time you swallow."
Ariel shuddered at his command, every word coarse, but those the deepest part of her craved as much as she craved his touch, both gentle and harsh. He was the one person on earth who understood all that she needed and gave it to her with his total being. Her hand returned to her side, her legs slowly parting as her heart pounded in acceptance of his dominance. Her eyes met his as she pushed her bottom up, her sex willingly offered for his discipline. She did swallow hard in anticipation as he moved forward again, pressing more of his cock into her mouth, his cockhead nudging the back of her throat. With the belt's next bite, she opened her mouth to shriek, allowing him room to press further, cutting off the sound. The belt continued to warm her back, ass, thighs, and sex until she was uttering a guttural, continuous moan, her tongue never ceasing its worship of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she drew on him, accepting his demands. As welt after welt was placed on her body, she moved past the pain and into the embrace of euphoria that such a session induced. Without her conscious awareness, her position changed as she went to her knees, in order to spread as wide as the chaise allowed, her beet red ass lifting, her swelling sex pushed up as if begging for him to whip her harder, take her to the nirvana she sought.
Garrett felt his end approaching as she performed her duty, her tongue taking long swipes against the underside of his cock, the tip of her tongue dipping into the slit whenever he pulled out of her throat. He gave her a final strong stroke of the belt, the sound wet as it slapped against her dripping pussy. Dropping the leather across her back, he placed his hands on the sides of her face. He pushed forward, her gag reflex not disturbing him in the least. Another inch forward drew a retch from her before he pulled back.
