For Love & Torture_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  With a nod, I agree with him then he places her hand in mine, and we turn to face Tad and make this thing we have legit.

  Jenny and Becca come to stand at Bell’s side, and Becca takes the bouquet of flowers from her. With my family surrounding us, Isabel and I take our vows to love, honor and cherish one another as long as we both shall live. Then Tad tells us we can kiss and I lift my bride’s veil and see tears trailing down her pretty face.

  I gulp as I’m overtaken with her beauty.

  She’s mine!

  In every way, Bell is now mine.

  I lean in and kiss her pink lips and pull her into my arms. I hear sniffles and then cheers as my family makes a ruckus and lets us know they’re all happy for us.

  When our mouths part, I gaze into her soft doe-like eyes. “I love you, Mrs. Jamison.”

  Her eyes sparkle. “I love you, Mr. Jamison.”

  Picking her up, I carry her away as bird seed is thrown up in the air, showering down on us. Then I take my wife through our home and out to the waiting car that will take us to the airport.

  I put her down to allow her to get into the back of the limo and open the door for her. She slides in, and I get in next to her. “We did it, Grant. We finally did it.”

  I kiss her as the driver takes off and know I’ve made the best decision of my life. Our mouths are hot as I push her to lie on her back on the long leather seat.

  Moving my hands up her leg, I find the garter she has around the left one and snap it on her thigh. She moans and arches up to me. I move my body over hers and press my growing erection against her.

  I can’t wait to feel her as my wife. I can’t wait to take her the way no other ever will again.

  She is mine.

  Her hands move under my jacket, and she pushes it off me. She runs her hands over my back, feeling every muscle as I move over her. The car jerks to a sudden stop and I stop the kiss to look up and see why that is.

  “What is it,” she asks as she cranes her neck to see too.

  The driver gets out, and I sit up to find out why that is. One of the tall pine trees that line the long drive has fallen across the road. “It seems a tree is getting in the way of our honeymoon.” I get out of the car and Bell follows me.

  The driver gestures to the giant tree. “I think we’re going to need a crane to move this.”

  With a sigh, I pinch the bridge of my nose in aggravation. “Well, I guess we’ll have to put our trip off one day. It’ll take a little while to find someone with a crane.” Taking Bell’s hand in mine, we head back to the car, and we all get in and head back to the house. “Sorry, baby. Tahiti will have to wait one more day, it seems.”

  She leans her head on my shoulder and pats my leg. “It’s okay. We can have a romantic night in our own bedroom at home.”

  “This sucks. I had plans on getting right to baby-making once the jet was in the air.” I wrap my arm around her and kiss her cheek.

  “Who says we can’t get right to that anyway?” she asks with a laugh.

  You have got to love a woman who doesn’t let shit get her down. “I suppose you’re right. One doesn’t need an exotic location to make babies, does one?”

  With a shake of her head, she agrees with me, and we find ourselves right back at the house. After getting out of the car, I call out to the driver, ‘Hey, come on inside. You can stay here until we get that tree moved. I’ll get on the phone right away to see how fast we can make that happen.”

  “Thanks.” He hurries to catch up to us, and we all head inside, surprising my dad and brother and sisters and Tad who are all lounging around the living room.

  I’m not sure I’m happy about what the hell Tad is doing. Jenny and her husband are going through a divorce that’s only been going on for about a month. It seems Tad is honing in on my little sister.

  Not sure I like that.

  Dad looks at us with surprise. “What are you guys doing back?”

  “Seems mother nature is making us stay home. A tree fell across the drive, shutting us in.” I head to my home office to get to my computer and see if I can find someone to get the tree out of the way for us.

  I know it’ll be next to impossible to get it done today, but I have to get the ball rolling.

  Bell heads to our bedroom to change I’m sure. “I’m going to slip into a nice hot bath and get out of these clothes.” She wiggles her finger at the limo driver. “If you’ll come with me, Paul, I’ll show you to one of the guestrooms.” She looks over at Tad. “And you’re stuck too, Tad I’m afraid.”

  “Cool.” He raises his dark brows at Jenny. “Seems I’ll get to hang out for a while then.”

  Nope, not sure I like that at all.

  I give Bell a nod, and we part ways. Jake jogs up behind me. “That’s weird, don’t you think?”

  “The tree?” I ask as I open the door to my office.

  “Yeah, the tree.” He shakes his head. “We all just came up that drive a little earlier this morning, and nothing was even leaning a bit. And there’s been no bad weather. Did it look like it fell on its own? Or did it seem to be cut?”

  Taking a seat in the chair behind my desk, I fire up the computer and think about the tree. “Well, the roots were up, so it wasn’t deliberately cut down. I don’t suspect anyone did that on purpose.”

  “Yeah,” he takes a seat in the chair on the other side of my desk and leans back, lacing his fingers before putting them behind his head. “But still, I find it odd.”

  “Shit happens, man.” I type crane services in the search engine and see a few businesses come up. “Okay, now to hire a service and find out how long I have to put off my honeymoon.”

  “You know, maybe you shouldn’t be leaving right now.” Jake drums his fingers on the desk as he looks up. “Maybe there’s a reason that tree’s down. You know?”

  “Yeah, like maybe it’s because it’s old and it fell.” I laugh and call the first place on the list. “Hi, I have a tree that’s fallen and is blocking my drive. When’s the soonest you can get a crane out?”

  “Next week,” comes an answer I’m not happy with.

  “That’s too long. I’ll call another company.” I end the call and go on to the next one. But all I get is the same damn thing. Each and every call gets me the very same answer, and I’m not happy with that at all.

  Jake just smiles. “Looks like someone definitely doesn’t want you to leave.”

  “Hmmm. Now what?”

  Isabel

  After a nice long hot bath, I towel off and go into our bedroom. The naughty negligee I bought for our first night as man and wife is packed away in a suitcase in the car. I’m not about to unpack our bags. I want to be ready to go as soon as we can.

  I’ve always dreamt of a honeymoon in Tahiti. When Grant asked me if I wanted to go there, I jumped on the idea and was pleased we thought so much alike.

  It’s still early, not even noon yet. The thought of getting dressed and heading out to hang out with everyone is a bit depressing as I had certain expectations of how I’d spend this day with my new husband.

  Making out on the private jet. Maybe making love for the first time as man and wife in the bedroom of the plane. Holding one another as we trekked across the sky.

  Now it seems we’re going to be here. Doing a whole lot of nothing. Just as I drop the towel I had wrapped around me, I see the bedroom door opening and there comes my handsome new hubby.

  His eyes move up my body, and his lips curl into a smile as he starts undressing. I’m in front of my closet and turn to open it to find something to wear. “Uh, uh. I want you in the bed now, Mrs. Jamison.”

  I smile as my body heats. Turning around, I find he’s gotten nearly everything off in record time, and I do as he’s told me to and head for our bed.

  Maybe it won’t be a depressing time after all.

  Grant gets rid of his last item of clothing and heads to the nightstand. I guess he’s going to get out something to tease me with. A shiny set of hand
cuffs comes out, and he jerks his chin toward the headboard. “Assume the position, baby.”

  Stretching out my right arm, I watch him cuff me to the bed. He walks around and takes another set out of the other nightstand, and I stretch out my other arm, and he cuffs that one too.

  My eyes go wide as he moves to the foot of the bed. Climbing on it, he comes toward me on his hands and knees then pushes both legs up, bending my knees and placing his mouth on my pulsing mound as he looks at me.

  Darting his tongue through my folds, he gets a moan out of me. The he pulls his mouth away from me, and I open my eyes to see why he’s done that.

  His eyes sparkle. “Isabel, I want you to have my baby.”

  I smile at him as he knows damn good and well we’ve already discussed that, and I’ve been off the pill for an entire month just so we could give this getting pregnant thing a good shot.

  But I know what he wants to hear. “I want to have your baby, Grant.”

  His eyes go dark in an instant, and he growls, “I’m going to fuck you all day and all night, baby. I’m going to put so much cum inside of you, you’re going to slosh when you walk. If I let you walk that is.”

  “Damn, Grant…” I blush with his words.

  He cocks one brow at me then presses his lips to me, kissing my clit, making me moan. Without another word, he runs his hot tongue through my folds, and I close my eyes and tug against the cuffs as he slowly taunts my flesh with his talented tongue.

  One finger is pushed inside me as he licks and nips my pussy. Then his mouth goes over my clit, and he sucks me until I’m begging him to stop as my body climaxes.

  Moving up my body, he shoves his fat cock into me and groans with the feeling of my vagina convulsing all around him. I open my eyes to watch him.

  His eyes are closed, his gorgeous face so peaceful as he feels me so deeply. Then his eyes open and he looks into mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Bell.” His mouth comes down on mine as he starts fucking me with slow strokes that only make me cum more.

  I move my feet up and down the backs of his legs as he moves on top of me. My arms ache to touch him, and I pull at the cuffs, frustrated by them. But the frustration only serves to make me feel more inside as he moves his cock back and forth.

  His mouth moves off mine and he bites my neck as he fucks me faster. I wrap my legs around him, arching up to get him deeper inside of me. “Fuck me harder, baby.”

  His bite gets harder as he moves faster. I moan with the pain it causes me and feel the endorphins rushing inside of me. He moves one hand to grasp a pebbled nipple and twists it, making me shriek with the pain that quickly turns to pleasure.

  Then he moves his hands down to pin my hips to the bed as he thrusts into me even harder. His cock jerks and I feel the wet heat fill me as he groans with his release.

  The feeling of his coming does something to me, and I find my body reacting to his, as I climax again. I milk him for every last drop before he falls helplessly on top me. “Oh, shit, baby.”

  Tugging at the cuffs, I moan, “Can you set me free so I can run my hands all over your body?”

  He picks up his tired head and gives me a smile. Moving off me, he gets the key and lets me go. Giving my shoulders a little rub before lying down and watching me as I move over him, running my hands all over his magnificent body.

  Inch by inch, I touch him then I use my lips to move over his skin. Somehow being married has made a difference. I don’t know how exchanging a few words and signing a paper can do that, but it has.

  After kissing every last inch of my husband’s body, I move up to catch his lower lip between my teeth. “You are my husband. You are my rock. You are my life.”

  One hand grasps my hair, pulling me back as he looks at me. “God, I love being your husband.”

  With a quick roll, he has me on my back, and his cock pushes into me again. I guess he wasn’t kidding when he told me how today and tonight are going to be.

  Lucky me…

  Grant

  With no crane available, Tad, Jake, Paul, and I are going to attempt to remove the tree by using a chainsaw to cut it up and remove it. I didn’t come up with the idea until I woke up this morning and remembered that I had a chainsaw in the garage we keep all the yard working tools in.

  Not that any of us has ever used a chainsaw before. But we’re going to give it a shot anyway. Bell and I have already lost a day of our honeymoon already. I don’t plan on being stuck here until next week when someone can get a crane out here to move this sucker.

  I gave our staff two weeks off as we weren’t going to be here. I could call my yardman to help me, but I don’t want to impose on his time off.

  Paul, the limo driver, makes the first attempt at starting the thing. “I think you have to push this little black thingy a few times.” So he pushes this weird button looking thingy then pulls the rope to start it.

  Nothing.

  Tad looks the thing over then moves in to help. “Here I’ll put my hands on it to hold it down and then you might be able to make a better tug on the rope.”

  Jake and I watch the two as we stand back. Another yard yank and still nothing.

  “Is there gas in it?” Jake asks.

  Tad raises an eyebrow and looks around, finding a little gas cap and opens it. “Hmm. Nope.”

  “There has to be a can in that garage,” I say. “Come on, Jake. Let’s hop back on the Gator and go see.”

  Tad and Paul are quick to hop on too as Tad says, “We aren’t staying here.”

  As we drive back up the driveway, I look back at Tad. “So, what’s up with you and my sister?”

  With a little grin on his face he asks, “Why?”

  “I think you know why, Tad.” I give him a frown to let him know I don’t want my sister introduced into what it is he and I have in common.

  Thinking about my little sister being dominated doesn’t sit well with me.

  Jake leans over and whispers, “He’s nice, Grant. And loaded. Let Jenny have him.”

  Biting my tongue, I don’t let my little brother in on the darker side of Tad. But Tad seems set on pushing it as he says, “Yeah, Grant. I’m nice and loaded.”

  “And a few other things she’s not aware of,” I add. “And I never want her to be aware of those things. You got me?”

  I catch him rolling his eyes, and it really pisses me off. Stopping the vehicle, I turn to look at him, and he sees the look I have in my eyes. “Okay, calm down, buddy.”

  Jake looks at me like I’m crazy. “Damn, Grant. This guy is your friend you know. I’m sure he wouldn’t ever do anything to get in the way of that friendship.”

  Tad shakes his head. “I wouldn’t harm a hair on her head, Grant. I mean that, sincerely.”

  Not happy with the thought of a Dom dating my sister, I have to trust Tad to be upfront with me. “See that you don’t.”

  I take off again and notice Jake is looking at me very oddly. He shakes his head and sighs. “A little overprotective of a grown woman, aren’t you?”

  I don’t say a word as Jake has no idea of what Tad and I are into.

  Pulling up in front of the garage, we all hop out and go inside to see if we can find a gas can. Paul stoops over and comes back up with a small one. “This one says the word chainsaw on it, so I think we’ve found what we’re looking for.”

  With that in hand, we head back to the fallen tree and try to get back to work. I pour the gas in, and Jake and I take a crack at starting the thing. Jake holds it steady as I pull the rope and it roars to life. A very loud, very vibrated life.

  Jake steps back, and I pick it up and go to the tree. As I press the chain against the tree, I find it takes quite a bit of strength to hold it in place, but I manage it and get through the thick tree, making one cut. I step back, and Tad holds out his hands, wanting to try it out.

  Handing it to him, I step back to watch him cut another slice, and we all take turns until the thing is chopped into pieces we can handle. With
it all cut up, we stack the pieces in the back of the Gator then head back to the house with the driveway cleared.

  “Wow, that was pretty hard work,” Jake says as he wipes some sweat off his brow. “It’s like forty degrees out here, and here we are all sweating.”

  Tad laughs. “I guess we all get showers before any of us try to head out.”

  Parking the loaded down Gator in the garage, I close it up, and we head inside. Heading up to our bedroom, I’m happy to be able to inform Bell that we can leave as soon as I take a shower.

  But what I find is a very sad wife, sitting on the bed with her laptop on her lap. Her eyes go to me as I come in. “You’ll never guess what happened.”

  “What?” I wait to hear what has her looking so sad.

  “My father died early this morning. My sister just sent me an email to tell me.” She closes the laptop and looks down.

  I know she despised her father. But no matter how much one dislikes their parents, it seems to hurt when they die just the same. I take a seat on the bed and pull her to me. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry.”

  “I didn’t expect to feel this way, Grant. I didn’t think it would affect me at all.” She buries her face in my chest and starts to cry.

  Running my hand over her back, I try my best to comfort her. Only, I know nothing will do that but time. “Did she say if they’re having a funeral for him?”

  “In a couple of days is what she wrote.” She lifts her head, tears making her eyes red. “Grant, I think I should go to it.”

  “Of course you should, baby. I’ll put the honeymoon plans off for until after the funeral. And give you a few days after that too.”

  With a nod, she lays her head back on my chest, and we just hold one another as she cries and tells me things about her father she never had before.

  “He was a mean man. But sometimes, only a handful of times, he was nice. He brought home ice cream on my birthday when I turned five. I remember that.” She looks up at me and makes a little laugh. “Funny, even as that comes out of my mouth, I find it’s such a small thing, it doesn’t bear talking about.”