by J. M. Witt
My breath faltering, I replied, “I think that’s my line.”
His hand moved to the nape of my neck as his lips pressed against mine. His full lips mingled with mine as his scent infiltrated my senses. Moaning, I gripped the collar of his shirt, trying to get closer to him. His hands grabbed each hip and yanked my ass to the edge of the couch as he kissed me deeper.
Then he slowed down, his tongue gliding across mine and every part of my mouth. No kiss would ever compare to his. Squeezing my ass, he pressed his groin against my own. My legs wrapped around his waist as his hands slid under the back of my sweater.
“Oh.” I couldn’t contain the gasp as my body reacted to his hot hands on my bare flesh.
Then, slowly, he began to run his hands all over me. Torturing me, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. Leaning back, head resting on the back of the couch, our eyes glued to one another as his hands traveled my body. Little shivers would tickle my skin as he hit nerves just the right way.
Without warning, he grabbed me and turned me over. One hard strike with his bare hand came down on my jeans and then another. His hands pushed my sweater up and left it over my head, my sight taken from me. My knees now on the floor in front of the couch, he pressed his chest against my back. Pulling me upright, the sweater falling back down, his fingers worked my jeans open after removing my boots. Sliding them down my hips, he left the red satin cheeky panties in place.
He growled, “Red. You’re a good girl.”
Panting, I acknowledged him, “Thank you, Sir.”
Slowly, his hands examined the seam of my panties, pulling them aside once my jeans were discarded. “He marked you.”
“Yes, Sir.” His teeth came down and bit one of Jared’s welts. “Oh.”
Gripping my neck he pulled me back to him. “Does that hurt?”
“Yes, Sir. Please do it again.”
He sucked my ear into his mouth before pushing me facedown onto the couch. Tucking the panties further into my crack, he continued teasing and torturing me, paying special attention to the marks Jared had left on me. His fingers slid over the wet center of my panties and I pushed back against him harder. Slapping my ass, I did it again.
“Someone’s missed me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Forty-Four
WRITING’S ON THE WALL
SLIDING MY PANTIES down and off me, his fingers slid in and started fingering me. My nails curled into the cushions on the couch as I tried to remain still. Then the thumb on his other hand began to tease my ass. His erection was pushed tight against me, pressing harder and harder against me.
“You’re dripping.”
Kneeling down behind me, his tongue slid over my clit and left my legs trembling. Holding my hips, he tongue fucked me until I was ready to burst.
“Please, Sir. I need permission.”
Growling, he ordered, “You are NOT to come yet.” Turning me over, he crushed his lips against mine.
Kissing his lips, that smelled and tasted like me, I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth. I whispered, “You taste good.”
He brought his finger up to my lips. “You taste good, too.” I hungrily sucked on it as he watched me closely.
That smile of his turned up his lips as I smiled back at him before pulling his lips back to mine.
Whispering against my mouth, his words surprised me. “I have something for you.”
Standing, he took my hand and had me sit on the bed. I had no idea what to expect. He’d never gotten me gifts and I’d never expected them. Opening the safe in the hotel closet, he walked over and handed me a thin square box. It was about the size of a box of chocolates and I giggled knowing there was no way he got me chocolates.
I grew nervous as he urged me on. “Open it.”
Glancing back to him and then the box, I unwrapped it. Lifting the lid a red leather collar stared back at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. He’d never collared anyone, had told me so himself. It didn’t bother me and wasn’t ever going to press the issue. I knew how monumental this was.
It was barely a whisper. “Gregor?” I struggled to meet his eyes.
“Do you like it?”
Fingering the leather, I told him my true thoughts. “It’s beautiful. I just, you don’t have to do this.”
Fingering my chin and lifting my eyes to his, he smiled, “I want to do this. As long as you agree.”
Nodding, “Yes. I agree.”
That big grin on his face, he motioned me to turn and lift my hair. “Anytime we’re alone like this, you’ll wear the collar. It represents our bond. I am yours and you are mine.” He fastened it around my neck and then turned me back to face him. “Red suits you.”
“That’s because it suits you.”
“Did you bring any other toys with you?” I nodded and pointed toward my suitcase. Lifting it to the bed, he opened it up. Holding up the wrist restraints, he gleamed, “We haven’t used these yet.”
“No, Sir.”
“Come here.”
I stood and walked over to him. Eyes on mine, he pulled the sweater over my head and then removed the red bra. A finger softly glided over my collar bone and between my breasts before he teased my clit upon reaching it.
“You’ve been a naughty girl.”
Bending me over the desk, he began belting me. Already sore from Jared, it wasn’t long before my legs almost gave out on me. Quickly, he moved us to the bed and comforted me. I was entirely naked and he was still clothed. Moving to our sides, we were face to face as he wiped my tears and kissed me softly.
“You know I care for you.” I nodded. “Now I’m going to fuck you like I hate you... because I love you.” My heart leapt and my eyes closed. I started to speak and he put his finger over my lips, my eyes popped back open to look into his. “I don’t want to hear you say it until you’re ready to come. Let it fall from your lips like a plea for air, as if you’re drowning and saying the words will save you.” He kissed me and asked, “Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And when I say it back, and only then, are you allowed to come.” I bit my lip and he smiled. “Give me your wrists.”
I did as he asked. Putting the restraints over my wrists, he rolled me to my back and then climbed off the bed. He grabbed the ‘significant damage’ paddle and wedged it between the mattress and the headboard. Yanking on it, he smiled down at me.
“This should hold, but be good and remain still.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Lifting my wrists, he slid the short chain over the paddle. Testing the strength, he said, “I don’t know why we didn’t try this sooner.”
Smiling, I purred, “Now we know.”
I watched as he undressed. Then sliding the condom down his length, he climbed the bed and lifted my leg. His hot lips lowered to my inner thigh as he worked his way up my leg and to my hip, avoiding the spot my body needed him most.
Moving up my belly, he then sucked longingly on each nipple while rolling the other with his finger and thumb. My moans filled the room along with my music. Sam Smith’s Writing’s On The Wall. Then, he began to slide into me and watched my eyes as he fully buried himself within me. His breath fanned over my face, still smiling, as he lowered his lips to mine.
Pressing up into him, it was my way of asking him to move, to give me more of him.
“Wanton little hussy.”
“Only for you.”
He started fucking me hard and slow, making me feel every inch of him. As the sensations began to build, he removed himself from my body, and with his help he repositioned me. On my knees, wrists back around the paddle, he fingered my ass and then reclaimed it with his cock.
Fingers in my pussy and teasing my clit, his dick slid in and out of my ass. It wasn’t long until I was tensing.
“Sir!”
Groaning, he commanded me, “Say it!”
“I love you! I love you!”
Hand in my hair, he growled, “I love you, too.�
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My orgasm claimed me just as the tears claimed my eyes. No longer able to hold myself up, my body sank to the bed with him still inside of me. Pulling out, he released the restraints with fervor.
Rolling me to my back, he put a new condom on as he confessed, “I need your hands on me. I love your hands on me.”
Smiling at his confession, I happily grabbed onto him once my wrists were free as he fucked me with a new determination. His mouth reclaimed mine. Legs and arms wrapped around him, face to face, his hazy eyes stared into mine. Every emotion that had been building for months and that had been expressed between us in the last hour were present there in those eyes of his I loved. And I know that the reflection in my own was the same.
Both of his hands gripped the back of my head, tangled in my hair as he kissed me. I thought that I knew what his possession felt like, but in that moment I knew what I’d felt before had paled in comparison to what I felt in that moment.
Panting he asked, “You going to come again? You sound like you’re close.”
Nodding, I moaned, “Yes. God I’ve missed you. I love you fucking me like this.”
My eyes met his once more as the smile I wore reflected back at me in those hazy blue eyes of his. His hand reached up and pulled back on my hair again, exposing my neck for his love bites.
“Don’t forget my rule.” He pounded into me harder and then sucked and nipped my neck and ears.
“It was in Roosevelt.”
He never stopped moving inside me, but raised his eyes to mine. “Roosevelt?”
Struggling to speak, gasping, I confessed, “You asked when, how long.” He hit my sweet spot as my nails dug into his back. “It was in Roosevelt when I fell for you.”
Smiling, he understood. “I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
Grinning, I pulled his mouth down to mine and then pleaded with him again. “I love you.”
Moving down my body, he said, “I love you, too. Now come on your Sir’s face.”
The End
I did it. It was done. My Secret Submission had come to an end. I’d finished my first book. The smile consumed me and emotions flooded me. Months and months of hard work had finally paid off. Taking a deep breath, I attached the file to email and sent it to my editor.
My divorce had been finalized and we were all surviving better than I ever thought we would. The kids were coping with the changes well and their father was more present in their lives than he had been before. He’d actually been promoted and wasn’t traveling as much which worked out great for all of us.
A couple months later I sat at my local bookstore for my first signing. I signed another book and when I lifted my eyes for the next one, his hazy blue eyes paralyzed me. What was he doing here? He was breaking the rules, again. I fingered the delicate anchor charm that rested against my neck.
Pursing my lips, I shook my head and then asked, “So, who am I making it out to?”
Leaning down, voice lowered, he said, “Sir.”
I smiled and tried to contain my giggle. Biting my upper lip, I then released it and confirmed, “Sir it is.” I scribbled in the book and handed it back to him.
“That was quite a dramatic ending.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “You’ve read it?” He nodded and I shrugged my shoulders. “I have a penchant for it, or so I’m told.”
“Do you think she regrets any of her choices?”
Smiling, I shook my head. “Not one. She chose herself and her own happiness in the end and that’s what we all have to do sometimes.”
Nodding, with that grin on his face, he commented on the necklace. “That’s nice. Gift?”
Smiling, “Yes, from my Sir.”
“He has good taste.” I wasn’t sure if he was referring to me or the necklace.
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you. See you around.” Then he winked before walking away.
That night I walked into his hotel room like I’d done so many times before. He was waiting for me and immediately put me in the corner. His hands traveled my body as I relaxed into his touch. Tension rolled off me like it always did.
“I’m proud of you. Do you think anyone suspects?”
Laughter in my voice, I replied, “I think they all suspect, yet are clueless. Good thing we changed your name.”
Tugging on my hair and pulling my face toward his, he whispered in my ear, “Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
My book had long since ended, but our story was just beginning. But like he’d said so many times, “There’s no need to rush a story like ours.”
PLAYLIST
Lost – Liza Anne
R-Evolve – Thirty Second To Mars
Blue Blood – Laurel
I’m on Fire – Bruce Springsteen
In for the Kill – Billie Marten
All the King’s Horses – Karmina
Blue Eyes Blind – ZZ Ward
Girl Crush – Little Big Town
Fingerprints – Kita Klane
Poison – Vaults
Secret – Angel Snow
Shaped Like a Gun – Tailor
Pull Me Under – Adria
Beautiful Undone – Laura Doggett
Until We Go Down – Ruelle
Raise the Dead – Rachel Rabin
Pieces – Rob Thomas
Hypnotic – Zella Day
Under the Influence – Elle King
I Feel A Sin Comin’ On – Pistol Annies
Desire – Meg Myers
Together – The xx
Rescue My Heart – Liz Longley
All I Want – Daniella Mason
I Forget Where We Were – Ben Howard
Falling – Adria
Runaway – Grace Mitchell
Tennessee Whiskey – Chris Stapleton
Use Me Up – Wanderhouse
Not Strong Enough – Apocalyptica, Brent Smith
My Favourite Faded Fantasy – Damien Rice
Bad Things – Meiko
Missing You – Betty Who
Sensual – TVA
Want My Love – Cathedrals
Drop by Drop – The Sweeplings
Feel Me – Mecca Kalani
Lift Me Up – Mree
Dark in My Imagination – of Verona
Burning House – Cam
Under Your Spell – The Sweeplings
Salvation – Gabrielle Aplin
For You – Rae Morris
Bad Intentions – Niykee Heaton
I Can’t Stay Away – The Veronicas
Writing’s On The Wall – Sam Smith
Acknowledgments
I don’t even know where to begin with this. So many people have held my hand during the writing of this book. They never stopped encouraging me, praising what little tid bits I’d reluctantly show them, and so on. This is for all of you. Here are just a few.
My muse/s: Thank you. You know who you are.
Tami: You’ve been such a blessing to my life. Knowing I can cry on your shoulder and then laugh my ass off within seconds... Who needs any more than that in a true friend?
Skye & Tyf: Sigh. I just can’t. I would not be here without you two and never would’ve finished this book without your unconditional support.
Jaime & Stacey: Thank you. You two have become such blessings in my life.
Gabbie, Jess, Elaine, Betsy, Tracey, & Rebecca: Thank you for always offering to help and able to make me laugh. Can’t wait to see you all again!
Drue & Deanndra: You’ve both been more supportive of me during this process than I deserve. Words will never be enough...
Letty: You never cease to fail me. Pulling me back from the ledge and guiding me back to the path and pushing for more from me. Thank you.
Cassy: Thank you for this beautiful cover and formatting!
To my children: Your dreams are valid and worth pursuing. Never forget that.
More from J.M. Witt
The
Anchored Hearts Series
Letting Go (Vol. 1)
Hiding Away (Vol. 1.5)
Letting Go of You (Vol. 2)
Fading Away (Vol. 2.5)
Letting Go of Us (Vol. 3)
The Blind Vows Series
Trust, Honor, Love: (Vol. 1)
Body, Heart, Soul: (Vol. 2)
Woodland Creek Series
Mina’s Revenge
About the Author
I'm a stay-at-home mom with four young children residing in Metro Detroit, Michigan.
I've dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.
I love music and believe that books and music can't exist without the other. My goal is for you to read more than a good book, but for you to have an experience!
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