by Nicole Snow
I shook my hair, trying to brush off the shock, then reached into my purse. I found my phone and dialed the only man who could make sense of this.
“What does he know? What did you tell him?” Anger, love, and instinct swirled in Garrett's eyes the moment he turned them on me.
I clicked my seat belt shut and he sped off, checking the car's mirrors. Probably to verify no one was following us.
“Like I told you on the phone – nothing!” I sighed. “Isn't it time you filled me in on what the hell's going on?”
“Michael and I have always been at odds. I was the favorite son.” He glanced at the surprise on my face. “No, we're not brothers. Not by blood. Truth is, the Red Widow was started by a defunct biker club my dad founded. By the end of it, there were three men with the money to get it up and running, and then three sons to pass their pieces of the pie to. Jeffrey, the third wheel, sold his share to us several years ago, leaving just Michael and I.”
“Touching.” I was only saying that half-sarcastically. The other part of me feared and admired Garrett's past, a danger strewn existence that must've been that way from the very beginning.
“Look, I've done some things I'm not proud of. Recent things, even. Yes, I fucked his sub a couple weeks ago. She was just another conquest for me, and Michael wasn't doing his job to her liking. More than that...she was a way to tell him 'I quit.' I've wanted to get away from the other end of our business for awhile now, and she gave me the clearest signal I could send him.”
I smiled at that. If anyone deserved to get the middle finger in a big, dramatic way, it was Michael.
“What's changed?” I asked. “Besides old rivalries, I mean? Why give it to him now?”
He looked at me like he didn't understand the question. Garrett turned the wheel, and we peeled into the parking lot of a tall condo building right outside the city center.
“You,” he said finally. “I'm not joking, Jessie. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you as a sub – an exclusive sub – the kind I won't just fuck and throw away when we're both ready to move onto something else. You're new to this world, unlike most of the girls I meet.”
“Come on, Sir, ” I purred, hiding the worry in my voice. “Tell me this isn't just about that world. I loved what we did at the club...but I don't want that to be everything we're about.”
His big hands gripped the steering wheel. Tight enough to show white around his knuckles.
“That's what I'm saying. I knew it would come to this.” His tone made me swallow and hold my breath. “That's the difference between you and all the others. I'm willing to give this a real shot. You're that special, Princess.”
His eyes shot toward me, holding me in place. Was he kidding around? Lying to me? Telling me what I wanted to hear?
“How do I know I'm the first to hear you say that?”
Garrett shook his head, rudely dismissing my skepticism. Maybe it deserved that kind of
dishonorable discharge too.
The car pulled into a space and he killed the ignition. Then he reached over, clamping one set of those strong, talented fingers around my wrist.
“I keep my word. You knew how important that was the second I made that dare with you. And when I think about Michael getting under your skin, using you to get to me, I get so fucking mad...these fists are ready to beat a man I've known since birth to a pulp.”
He clenched his jaw, exposing his perfect teeth cinched together. I suppressed a smile at the wild affection.
“You're the first sub I've really wanted to own, Jessie. And not just because I didn't get to sample you when we were interrupted the other day. Body, heart, mind...I want it all.”
Fuck. If that smokey tone in his voice was an act, then he deserved a hail of trophies.
It wasn't. It couldn't be. He was being deadly direct, exposing an honesty that was impossible to doubt.
I pressed my legs together, a miserable attempt to repress the wet heat rising in my core.
Garrett wasn't giving me any rest. No mercy. He moved in, swinging his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close.
My lips were drawn to his, a natural magnetism based on adrenaline and raw desire. Hard, hot, sticky kisses came.
I let my desperation burble out. My tongue flicked across his lips, admiring the hardness in all of him, the masculine edge beneath his savory flesh.
He pushed back, stroking and circling. My baser instincts kicked on and left me a moaning, quivering mess in less than a minute. I creamed my panties as he sucked me into his seductive, inescapable dance.
“Let's go upstairs,” he said, pausing for breath and resting his huge forehead on mine.
I shuddered. It was really about to happen. I hadn't even returned his deep, dark confession with my own.
Hand in hand, it was a tense walk through his building, up to the elevator with the crystal door. I barely gathered my wits to admire the gaudy elegance all around me.
His grip tightened on my hand. I melted a little more beneath his power, following him into his lair, a high class home undoubtedly built on his family's blood and brutality.
All the dirty stuff in the distant past is hidden beneath these gold walls and chandeliers. But he's the opposite. There's something wonderful beneath this rough exterior.
“This way.” The elevator door opened and he led me out.
We'd both grown quiet on the way up. I could practically hear steam hissing through his veins, an identical lust to the sharp current growling through my flesh.
I'd never wanted a man so bad before. Until Garrett, surrender wasn't even a remote possibility. No one deserved it but him, this Prince I'd been waiting for, this ruthless invader who'd charmed his way into my secret kingdom.
Well, not quite. But soon.
He unlatched his door and pushed it open. Inside, the place was clean and just as gorgeous as the lobby, except for a mess of big sketchpads and pens strewn across the table.
I pointed. He smiled.
“My mess. The work doesn't stop when I leave the shop. It's all I do here when I'm not indulging myself or dealing with Red Widow business.”
“I'd like to see more sometime.”
“Sometime,” he repeated. “Baby, I think you know we're not here to cozy up on the couch and flip through my art books.”
The glint in his eye sparkled sharper, hotter. Stars cut from pure diamond, all drawn to me.
“Yeah? I forgot...what are we here for?”
“To keep you safe. Safe and happy.”
He put a big exclamation point on that by throwing off his jacket and diving to my knees. I laughed as he came back up, sweeping me into his arms, head across his shoulder. I playfully kicked at his strong chest as he carried me on, a modern day caveman primed to ravage me to the core.
We rounded the corner to his bedroom. He kicked the door open and hurled me against the wall, sucking and licking at my neck.
Those playful kicks? They turned into a jumpy mess as he set off a million frayed nerves at once.
I couldn't hide it anymore. I liked it rough, or maybe I just liked it with him more, and now I wanted him to tear off my clothes.
Too bad the confession gnawed at me.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I sputtered.
He peeled back, frustration written on his face. Hard muscles in his shoulders tensed beneath my nails.
“There's something I need to tell you.” I forced myself to look at him, no matter the risk of being overwhelmed by seduction. “You're my first. I'm a virgin, Garrett. Sir.”
My turn to watch his face stretch with surprise. Garrett rested my feet on the floor, settling his powerful hands just above my ass, moving in until his breath kissed my lips, a few inches away.
“You didn't tell me this before?” He growled.
“There wasn't any need to. I was afraid you might not want me if you knew...”
“Perfect. Untouched. Beautiful.” He started to laugh.
I forced down my ow
n goofy smile and kicked at his shin. This wasn't the response I was expecting.
“You're a funny girl, Jessie.”
“Funny?” I sharpened my tone, pressing my nails like short daggers into his neck.
Careful, lovely.
“Yeah.” He thrust forward, flatting me to the wall with his bulk. He made sure I felt the bulge between his legs, rubbing through his jeans, friction snaking below my skirt.
I moaned. He nailed his target, grinding his length into me, rock hard and oh-so-close to forcing its way inside me.
“Silly. Innocent. Sweet too. You, my little Princess, have a lot to learn about men.”
“I think I know a thing or two.” I realized how dumb the words were as soon as they were out of my mouth.
Garrett paused, sinking his mouth to my neck, stamping me with red hot kisses again and again.
Muscles inside and out contracted. They lapped, unfurled, and readied themselves for him, preparing to convulse beneath his deep thrusts.
“Do you, now? Well, you're wrong if you think a man doesn't enjoy a virgin, and a virgin submissive at that. I'll give you a chance to prove me wrong.”
“Oh!” I pinched my eyes shut as he pushed his hands up my back, rolling up my blouse.
He went straight for my bra and popped the clasp. Next, he was tearing at my jacket, furiously working off the buttons, dead set on freeing the soft body he'd only sampled before.
Garrett saw the door wide open to fully savor me. Just the thought of surrendering myself completely to him made me harden all over.
My shirt opened, pushed across my shoulders, and fell to the floor. The cups went too. His marauding hands found my breasts, plump and ready.
He squeezed hard, flicking both thumbs against my hard nipples. I hissed through my teeth, struggling to steady myself as the energy in my depths tore outward, upward, filling my body with forbidden starlight.
“You're so responsive to a man's touch,” he mused. “My touch, Jessie. I can't wait to be balls deep inside you. Get on the bed, little girl. I'm gonna prove to you just how much you've got to learn about men, doms, submission.”
Teach me. You're right, I want to learn everything about those grand mysteries.
He picked me up and carried me to the mattress, where we crashed near the edge of his huge bed.
Garrett's hands hugged my hips, dipping for the waistband to my skirt, yanking it to my ankles.
So quick! He really, really wants this, I thought.
The need in him made me want it even more too – something I didn't think was possible. Just how many times was he going to prove me wrong?
I tried to shake my legs when the skirt was off. They wouldn't move, and then I realized my thighs were locked tight beneath his hands, willing prisoners for what was about to come next.
Garrett lay between my legs, his legs thrown over the bed, yanking me toward his face. He kissed and licked at my thighs. Harsh masculine kisses that flowed deep, through my skin, warming my bones.
I cooed softly. He was licking up, coming dangerously close to that sopping wet place between my legs.
The idea of his mouth going there made tingle. Self-conscious worry nudged its way through the pleasure overtaking me.
“Wait, wait...you don't need to do this,” I murmured.
Garrett looked up, his eyes narrow with need. “Oh, yes, I do, Princess. You trust me, don't you?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Then you need this. You have to see how beautiful you are, how good you taste. It's the only way I can give you one little piece of what I see every time I look at you.”
I mumbled halfhearted protest again. Mr. Big, Strong, and Tattooed wasn't listening.
He paused to tear off his shirt. Lunging forward, he grabbed my buttocks with his hands, brandishing his face against the drooling slit separated only by my panties.
Oh, God. Oh, Garrett!
Oh, oh, oh...
New heat trembled upward. Fire I'd never known, a wilder fire that rolled and splashed up my whole body like an unsettled sea.
Even through the soaked fabric his kisses were insatiable. But nothing prepared me for being bare for him, exposed for the taking.
Garrett went for the wet, warm center he craved most. He reached up and tore at my panties.
I felt his fingers brush the thin strip of hair I kept down there. He held my waistband in a tight grip, tearing it down my legs, gently hooking it around my ankles before hurling it across the room.
Now it was just me and those lips, my Sir and my most intimate flesh.
The tiger between my legs shoved his huge face between my legs. Strong vibrations from his throat growled against my wet, swollen lips.
One more lick launched me screaming to the stars.
My whole body puckered and unfurled itself for him. His strong tongue parted my folds, deeper and deeper, tenderly needling soft, pink tissue and filling it with lightning.
My taste and scent only seemed to drive him on. His tempo increased, darting up and down my folds ridiculously fast, leaving me shaking and begging for sweet relief.
When I squirmed too much, Garrett grabbed my legs. His tight grip wound around both ankles, pinning them to the mattress without mercy.
Fuck! He doesn't even need cuffs or chains to make me his prisoner – a willing one at that.
I barely had time to marvel over the thought. Garrett's licks climbed higher, spreading my cream outward, before he licked the sweetness down his throat.
The tip of his tongue found my clit.
Muscles buoyed up from head to toe like I'd been seized up in a twister. I shuddered, whimpered, moaned, and sweated as each heavy tongue flick fell on my swollen nub.
Before, it only made me swoon, burning as pleasure stormed through my nerves. Now, his strokes in my most sensitive places turned me into a wagging, screaming mess.
My thighs wanted to pinch themselves together. I wondered if I'd lose my mind in the frenzy, totally unused to this kind of pleasure. The wet, wonderful laps whirling around my clit were fiercer than anything I'd ever known.
And, no, it wasn't just an empty cliché.
This was real. So real. Every tense lick left me quaking, winding up my muscles with brutal energy a little more, filling them like bombs with explosive powder.
When orgasm hit, it was like the sun going off.
I wedged my hands in my hair, pulling as pure ecstasy ripped out my lips. Beneath Sir's hands, muscles jumped and twitched and tried to get away. The new struggles just made him hold me down harder.
His licks kept coming. I bit my lip, amazed one tongue could do so much.
Vivid. Wet. Infinite.
My sex gushed and throbbed against his mouth. My clit seized and ached like a berry ready to burst on his lips, especially when he pulled it into his mouth and held it amid his teeth. He'd taken the sweetest part of me, a hostage to his will.
And he wasn't letting go until he melted me to the core.
Lick after lick, orgasm approached. Then it wasn't a far off hum anymore, but a collision.
Convulsing, crying, begging, I lurched on the bed, as far as his grip would let me.
It was the only thing that kept me from soaring away forever. Huge tidal waves of fire rained across my body. Delicate steam sizzled up from my pores, hissing with gruff satisfaction.
I forgot to breathe.
When the maelstrom settled, he'd drawn himself up, hovering sweetly over me. I lifted my legs to brush his naked sides, grateful his hands weren't locked around my ankles anymore.
“I'll say it a thousand times if I have to, Jessie. You come beautiful.”
Garrett kissed my forehead. I pried my eyes open, savoring the warmth, alive and drunk on lust beneath him. Or was it love?
No orgasm had ever torn me up so thoroughly. An earthquake, a Jessie-quake created by his tongue, and still the aftershocks zipped through me. I couldn't have matched his sexual fury solo in a thousand years.
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sp; Sex and submission with him was a whole new world. I couldn't label it, couldn't define it yet.
I only knew I wanted more.
His lips moved down just in time. I leaned up, taking his lips, sighing softly as his tongue probed past my lips.
I found his strong neck, wrapping my hands around it for support. Garrett kissed me slow, deep.
Kisses that ignited the foundry beneath my waist, a new flow of wet, bright heat – a new itch in the emptiness within me.
It's time. I want to give this up to you, Sir.
Virgin body. Enchanted heart. The void in my womb, aching to be mounted, filled.
Take it all, Sir, and turn it into something beautiful.
Garrett's kisses picked up like a gale sweeping in across flatlands. I arched my back, turning my lips up, kissing him back, driven by my rising fever.
Each time he pulled away for air, my eyes went to his tattoos. They rippled over his shoulders, dark flames dancing on perfect peach flesh, forking out to consume me.
The sun symbol above his breast glowed, a bright halo shining with sweat. Or maybe it was just the reddish circle formed by rushing blood, hungry heat pumping in his veins.
Garrett shifted above me. He stopped kissing me and stared down, gently panting, his big chest rising and falling just above my soft, suckable nipples.
“You ready to be a woman?”
The stress in his voice made everything harden. I nodded, getting drunk on his heavenly scent – rich, spicy, and unmistakably masculine.
Surprise hitched in my throat when he moved between my legs. At some point, he'd kicked off his pants and boxers. He was naked, pressing that enormous bulge between his legs against my slit, hard as stone and ready to avalanche.
Garrett reached out for my hands. I surrendered them to him willingly.
They went high above my head, and then he applied his trademark pressure. We locked eyes as he began to roll forward, hips shifting toward mine like rolling mountains.
His cock slid into me. No, pierced me, shaking me open inch by wicked inch, all muscle and raw power.
The gentle lover above wasn't such a soft instructor anymore. He became a hardened, famished beast, marking my virgin depths.
Garrett plowed deep. He went deeper, deeper, pushing against my fingers as they twitched.