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“What? Please, say something!” he begs.
“That’s him.”
“Him who? What are you saying? Did you punch the driver?” His mind spins and can’t make sense of what is happening.
“Him, the guy from the bar. The night before you got hurt. The one who said Dave sent him.” She leans forward and presses her hand to her chest. “I didn’t want him to run again. So I knocked him out. He is sleeping in the front seat.” She looks back over at the car. “You called Carrion? He’s coming?” she asks hopefully.
Gavin pulls her into his arms. “He is. You are so fucking brave.”
He kisses the top of her head, and she leans her weight against his side. Red and blue lights skip across the trees, and Gavin releases her. Carrion parks his cruiser in front of the car and makes his way through the snow.
“Go tell him what happened.” He gives her a light squeeze on her shoulder before letting her go to the officer.
He watches as the two meet in front of the driver’s door. Vicki’s hands are waving through the air as she retells why she knocked the man out cold. Carrion opens the door and places cuffs on the unconscious man’s wrists. When finished securing the guy, he puts his hand on Vicki’s back and helps her to the truck.
“You got one hell of a woman here, Jones,” Carrion says with a grin.
“Who are you telling?” Gavin shakes his head.
“You guys get on home, it’s late and nasty out here. I’ll put him in the patrol car and call a tow for his rig. She knocked his ass out pretty good, so if I get anything from him tonight, I’ll call you in the morning. Unless he doesn’t wake up till then, well, then I’ll call you in the afternoon and let you know what he has been up to.” The cop taps the roof of the truck.
“Thank you, Matt,” Victoria offers before doing just as he instructed and pulling from the shoulder. They make the rest of the drive to Gavin’s house in silence. Vicki’s body trembles, but she doesn’t speak.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The phone rings loudly and Victoria rolls her head deeper into the pillow. Gavin sits up and reaches over her sweet body to pick up the phone on the bedside table. As he lifts it to his ear, he glances at the clock. Eleven thirty. They’ve never sleep in this late, but after getting home so late and after the weight was lifted from their shoulders knowing the stranger was finally in police custody, they both had fallen into the best night’s sleep that either of them had had in months.
“Yeah?” Gavin’s gruff voice asks.
“Carrion here. I got some news you aren’t going to like.”
Gavin sighs and places his head in his hand. “What’s that?”
“The guy is just an asshole. He recognized Vicki from the paper and just thought it would be funny to scare her. He’s only in town visiting family for the winter.” Carrion exhales and Gavin can hear some paper shifting around. “I’m keeping him here a few days to make sure his story checks out, and I am going to fine his ass for something. I don’t know what yet, but I’ll find something to make sure he doesn’t pull this shit again.”
“Damn.” Gavin scratches at his head; he really needs to shave it again. “Well, I guess that’s better than another stalker though, right?”
“Sure is. You take care of that woman. There aren’t many like her.” Carrion says what Gavin already knows.
“Will do, buddy. Thanks again!” He hangs up the phone, and instead of snuggling up to Victoria’s warm body, he pushes himself up to standing and plops in his wheelchair. He moves to the bathroom and washes up in the sink, pulls out his shaving kit, and prepares to shave his head. The need for normalcy is so strong in his gut after last night’s events. Perfect sex with Victoria, fun with his friends, and the weirdo who’s plagued his dreams is now with Carrion. Life could be good again. He looks down at his legs and grunts. Almost. A few more months and things would be normal again.
His head shines as he looks at his reflection. He grins and rolls the chair out to the kitchen. He picks up his cell phone and calls Uri. While waiting for the Russian to answer the phone, he pulls out eggs and prepares to scramble up some breakfast for his brave little lady.
“You didn’t call last night,” Uri says instead of his normal hello.
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry.” He whips the fork in the bowl of cracked eggs. “We ran in to the stranger who said Dave sent him. He was stuck in the snow last night, and Victoria punched him out until Carrion arrived.” He chuckles. “Crazy shit! I forgot all about calling.”
Uri laughs into the phone. “Happy to hear that was the reason.”
“I would like to ask you a favor though.” Gavin pours the egg mix on to the hot plate and grabs a spatula. “I’d like to go out and pick up Victoria’s Christmas gift at some point today.”
“Ah, of course! How about in ten minutes?”
“Perfect. Thanks, man.” Gavin hangs up and pours a glass of orange juice. He arranges the food on a tray and lays it in his lap. He wheels back into the bedroom and smiles when he sees Victoria hasn’t moved a muscle. He quietly places the tray on the bedside table and moves to scrawl her a note.
Had to run out with Uri. Stay in bed all day, kitten. You earned it!
Gavin kisses her forehead and she moans softly, but instead of opening her eyes, she rolls away from him, onto his side of the bed and pulls the covers around her shoulders. He chuckles and gets dressed in yet another pair of stripper sweatpants, the kind that buttons up the outside of the legs, and a T-shirt.
He reaches the door just in time to see Uri pull in the driveway. He locks the door behind him and waves to Uri. Climbing in the small car is so much easier than hopping up in his truck. He settles in while Uri folds the wheelchair and moves it to the trunk.
“Where are we going?” Uri asks while he turns the car around.
“That little shop where you bought Stacey’s collar.” Gavin watches Uri’s face as it splits into a big smile.
“All right, yes!” the Russian yells in the small space. “She will be thrilled. It’s about time too.” He reaches over to clap Gavin on the shoulder. They pick up small talk about sports and things until they get to the tiny shop just outside of town.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
December twenty fourth is a day Gavin has been waiting for since mid-September. He sits in his doctor’s waiting room, impatiently tapping his phone against his thigh. He is getting both casts off today, and if they make him wait five more minutes he will scream like a small girl. Tomorrow he will offer his collar and all that comes with it to Victoria. If she agrees to wear it, he wants nothing between them when he claims her body. No casts to heave around when he climbs on top of her.
“Mr. Jones?” the small nurse calls. He quickly pushes the chair past her with a big smile on his charming face.
“That’s me.”
“I assume you are ready to be free then?” she jokes. He stands up as best he can and pulls himself on to the examining table.
“Yup.” He taps the plaster. “Let’s get ’em gone!”
She shakes her head at him and walks out the door. “The doctor will be in a moment.”
Gavin fidgets while he waits, and when the doctor walks into the room with the small saw he can’t think of a time he has ever been happier to see someone. The doctor makes him promise to use the crutches and continue with therapy before he agrees to cut the casts from his legs. Gavin agrees with no intention of doing as he is told unless his legs force him to do so.
Walking out of the office with the crutches under his arms is an amazing feeling. He takes a deep breath of the winter air and walks along the sidewalk. Uri said he would be in the small coffee shop while Gavin saw the doctor. He is almost to the door when Uri steps from the café with two large coffees in his hands.
“Well, now, look at you!” Uri exclaims.
“Almost as good as new.” He turns himself around to head for Uri’s car. “By the time we make it to the house, I should have just enough time to set up before Victoria g
ets home from Country Chic. So hurry up.”
Inside the house he shoves the crutches in the coat closet, takes a few test steps, and pumps his fist in the air. Not a single stab of pain or even a dull ache. He doesn’t waste any more time in case Victoria closes the store early.
He shuts off all the lights and scatters the vanilla scented candles he bought for tonight all over the house. In every room, tall, short, fat and thin candles cover the floor and window sills, every shelf and counter top, until it’s almost as bright in the house as it is mid-day. He snaps on the lights to the beautifully decorated Christmas tree Victoria had placed in his living room at the beginning of the month when she decked out the gym and her store.
He moves over to the stereo and plays Victoria’s favorite Christmas disc. It’s only piano notes and no lyrics, simple and beautiful just like her. He turns in a circle to make sure everything is perfect before walking, actually walking, into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
He apologizes to the poor innocent lobsters as he drops them in to the pot of boiling water and they screech their protest. Shutting the lid to make the sound stop, he rolls his shoulders when a guilty chill slips down his spine. He shoves a baking sheet full of fresh asparagus into the oven after sprinkling them lightly with sea salt and shaved almonds. While that all cooks, he turns to fix the salad, tossing it together and leaving it to rest. He mixes a simple butter sauce to pour over the lobster and asparagus when it is finished.
He leaves it all in place while he hurries to the master bathroom to shower, so happy to be standing in the shower instead of scrubbing himself with a cloth from the sink. He dries himself off while picking out his suit for tonight’s dinner. Gavin dresses in black slacks, a white button down shirt, and a silk cream tie.
He moves over some things in the closet to find the gifts he has stashed where he prayed Victoria wouldn’t find them. Her collar and the outfit he wishes her to wear tonight are tucked inside these two boxes. He slips into his dress shoes and heads back into the kitchen to check on dinner. He drops the boxes off on the dining room table and plates the food. Now only to wait for his precious pet.
Moments later Victoria and Kane come through the door like a small hurricane. The big dogs is bouncing between her legs, almost tripping her so that she stumbles into the house. She regains her balance and looks up. Her jaw drops and she lifts her hands to cover her mouth.
He is standing in front of the dining room table, the candles all around him, dinner set out and waiting on her. He gives her a sexy smirk and she begins to laugh with joy. He holds his arms open for her, and she runs to him.
“Gavin!” she squeals as he hugs her tight. She looks up at him with pure shock and awe on her face. “What are you doing?”
“Merry Christmas, baby girl,” he whispers before kissing her lips softly. She squeaks, speechless, and he pulls the first box off the table. “Open this, please.” He smiles and she steps back, peeling off the white ribbon from the black box. She gasps as the lid falls away and her lingerie is revealed.
“So pretty,” she muses. She lifts the white lacey bra from the box. It’s trimmed in pearls, and she blushes remembering the last time she wore pearls. Just the effect he was hoping for. She pulls the lacey thong out next, and its crotch is also made of a string of matching pearls.
“Gavin,” she whispers breathlessly. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Mmm,” he agrees. “It will look better on. Please undress and put them on.” He sits down at the table and watches as her blush deepens.
“Yes, Sir,” she agrees and slowly shimmies out of her jeans and T-shirt. Her cotton panty set comes off next. Her gaze flickers over his face as she strips for him. He watches her body move as she dresses. When she reaches back to hook the pearl bra in place, her ribs shift under her skin, and he has to shift his hips to keep his cock from breaking free of the fabric.
He pours a single glass of red wine and swirls the bloodlike liquid in the glass before sipping it. She pulls the thong in place and gives him a slow turn, poking her ass out for a moment. He groans and slaps his hand to the perfect cheek. She looks over her shoulder at him, her plump lower lip caught between her teeth.
“Sit.” He tips his chin to the seat across from him. She obeys perfectly and he gives her a smile of approval. “Let’s eat.” He stabs a spear of asparagus and slips it into his mouth.
“You made all this?” she asks before slipping a bite of the lobster bits Gavin already freed from their difficult shell into her mouth. She closes her eyes and hums in delight.
“I did.” He gives her a smug look.
She raises an eyebrow. “You look so handsome.” His head tips in an acknowledgement of her compliment. She eyes the other small box on the table and he pretends not to notice her looking. “For me?” she asks, cocking her head to the side.
“Only if you want it.” He lays down his flat ware and picks up the box. He lowers to his knee before her and she eyes him suspiciously. “Go ahead. Open it,” he offers as he holds up the box.
She pulls the white ribbon and it slides free. She opens the lid and her eyes widen to the size of saucers.
“Gavin?” she whispers into her hands covering her mouth.
“Yes, pet?” His heart is beating so loudly he is sure she will be able to hear it. He pulls his Dom mask into place, not allowing her to read any of his emotions.
“For me? Really?” She holds up the thick black leather collar. A simple pattern of diamonds sparkle where her throat will be, a small chain dangles from each side to connect in the center. And from that center chain hangs a single pearl, large and perfect. The collar seems to take her breath away with its beauty.
“I love you, Victoria. I don’t think I have ever said it, but I do. I want you as my submissive for the rest of my life. For me, marriage is neither here nor there, but this.” He takes the collar from her hands and drops the box. He holds it up against the soft skin of her throat. “This means everything to me. If you accept, I will protect you, support you, and love you forever. You will own my heart the way you’ve allowed me to own your perfect body.”
She blinks and a tear puddles in her eye, spilling over and down her cheek.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she chokes out, and he buckles the leather around her neck. Leaning back, he fingers the small pearl and looks up into her eyes.
“I love you, pet.”
“I love you too, Sir.”
END
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Burning Submission
The Submission Series Book One
J. Richards
Sometimes submission can be hot...
Vicki’s never had a problem standing up for herself. So when a meathead at the gym grabs her butt, she has no problem punching him in the face. Gavin, the gorgeous gym owner, throws the guy out, and his tender, but insistent demand to tend to her injured hand makes Vicki hot. The buff, sex-god-come-to-life is everything she’s ever wanted, and he’s only too happy to show her how good sex can be.
Gavin is entranced by the feisty woman, even though he already has more than enough on his hands with the gym and his work as a volunteer fire fighter. The last thing he needs is this bundle of contained fury tossed in his lap, but something about her calls to his inner Dominant. Not only that, her body responds to him like no other. But when he discovers someone is stalking her, it’s no longer all fun and games. Submissio
n is all about trust...and after a brutal attack, trust is the last thing Vicki is willing to give...to anyone.
Reader note: contains light BDSM, spanking, and submission elements
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Yes, Sir
J. Richards
Is getting everything you want worth losing everything you have?
Abby Jackson is a frustrated housewife. Her husband pays more attention to his Xbox than to her. She fills her days with erotica novels, wishing her husband would listen to her desperate pleas for more excitement in their sex lives, but he wants nothing to do with her wild fantasies.
When Abby goes out for her weekly girl’s night with her best friend Kelly, they enjoy a dangerous game of truth or dare that leads Abby to a controlling stranger who takes a shot of vodka from her breasts. The night rattles her to her core, and keeps Mr. Dark and Handsome in her mind for days after.
Just as she returns to her boring, routine life, she gets a mysterious text message from an unknown number to come spend the night exploring her most secret desires. She knows she shouldn't go, but how can she not? Arriving at the hotel and unsure what will happen, Abby finds a box with a skimpy panty set, a blindfold, and a riding crop inside. There are also instructions to wear only what the box contains and to be ready for when the stranger arrives. Abby’s first lesson in the Dominate/submissive world has just begun. The only frightening thing is how much she gets off on it. But will it fulfill her secret fantasies...or endanger everything she has?
