by Nicole Snow
He didn't say a word. I watched Sir get up and go to the top cabinet above his ink table. He pulled a black box out a little bigger than his hand and walked back to me.
“Open it,” he whispered, pushing the light cube into my hands. “This is one of the few times I really need to kneel at your side.”
His words startled me. I looked at him funny, wrinkling my nose in amusement. Okay, now I really had to find out what the hell was in this box.
I tore into it, a thin membrane of cardboard and a strap of purple tape. I reached in and pulled out a small loop of leather.
I'd seen them on submissives wandering around the Red Widow before. He'd gotten me a collar.
I turned it over in my hands, awed and breathless at the sight. Halfway along the side, a small stylized G. was inscribed in bright gold on the black leather surface.
G for Garrett. His.
“Keep going. Turn it over,” he urged.
I listened. Near the front, where a normal collar might attach a dog tag, something else was already hanging there.
My fingers spasmed. I gasped, and nearly dropped the thing on the floor. Thankfully, I caught it just in time. Letting that beautiful collar slam on the floor with the delicate ring attached would've been a crime.
Garrett reached in, drawing the gold ring with the diamond from its loop. His face had never been so intense, striking me deep, penetrating my soul.
“I'm an old fashioned kinda guy when it comes to this, so I'll ask you a simple question.” He took my hand, held the ring out, a simple push away from gliding onto my finger. “Will you, Jessie? Will you be my sub and my wife?”
The world stopped. The soft burn in my shoulder from the new tattoo spread outward, forming a fast moving wildfire that tore across my body. I was too hot, too shocked, to say anything.
Then I caught his eyes. His gaze expanded further from his face, swallowing me up, a vast and loving sea fate had kept warm for me since birth, just waiting.
Until now.
Holy shit. Don't lose your words. Say something to him! Say it!
For once, that nagging little voice in my head made me do the right thing. I swung, gripping his forearm, squeezing it as hard as I possibly could.
“Yes!” I whispered. Part steam. All love.
Garrett pushed the ring on. Naturally, it was a perfect fit, and then he moved to do my collar as I collapsed across his shoulder.
“I always knew you were better than every other sub,” he said in a low, heavy voice. “That's because you're so much more than them. And now, you're all mine.”
I lost myself in him, resting my head against his shoulder. Time slipped away. We might have lost many minutes or hours holding that embrace.
He abruptly jerked up.
“What is it?” I said, surprise ringing in my voice.
“You didn't even see your tattoo yet!” Garrett reached for the small mirror on the table next to us.
I saw it then, a dark ink symbol of infinity engraved in my back. In the center of the serpent's loop was a neat cursive G.
It was identical to the one engraved on my new collar.
“Take it all off for me, Princess. Everything except that ring and collar.”
Garrett sat on the edge of the bed in our room, looking me up and down. It had been almost two weeks since we'd made love, since I've served him with my flesh.
I clenched and tightened. He really shouldn't have been doing this yet, but perfect doctor's orders weren't going to stop either of us.
Slowly, I began to undress, peeling off my long sleeved shirt and jeans. The shirt skirting across my back reminded me how tender my newly marked spot was. I secretly hoped he'd lay me down on my stomach and drive into me from behind.
“Come closer. You know how much I like to do this part.”
Oh, yes. I knew.
Garrett tugged me close, between his arms, unclasping my bra. The cups popped off and fell to the ground. Then his fingers slid beneath the waistband around my hips, jerking my panties to my calves.
“Step out of them and sit, baby. There's one – no, two – more things I need to set us up.”
I smiled. The old curiosity flickered through me, mingling with my lust. His heavy footsteps padded on the floor behind me.
I stared at my hot, needy flesh, the slit between my legs already hot and wet and empty. It needed him bad.
There was a sound like a window opening. A gentle, chilly draft blew in, and I realized he really had opened the window.
“Huh?” I turned to face him, just as he sank on the bed next to me.
At first, it looked like he was carrying really long burgundy socks. But the strips of fabric in his hands were too thin for that, not shaped to cling to a person's feet.
“It's okay. One more test for you today, my little sub. The window is open. I want you to pretend it isn't.”
I blushed. He knew how loud I got when we really went at it, especially if he was going to warm me up slowly, gradually stirring an explosive climax.
“But...the neighbor's out there smoking half the time. He'll hear everything!” I'd only been there a couple weeks, but I quickly picked up on the pattern in our building and the people who lived there.
Sir smiled, firm and irresistible. “That's the point.”
I shook, starting to protest. I'd do it for him if he made me, but I wouldn't be able to enjoy it. No fricking way.
“Hold still. Let's put this on.” He drew my hands together, pushing my wrists out.
The smooth, satiny scarf was much softer than the handcuffs and straps he normally used. When he finished tying my hands, I pulled. Yep, it was just as strong as anything else too.
He moved to my eyes. Around and around the headband went, blotting out the room, darkening everything in a dull, reddish glow.
It was oddly...comforting. Probably the point.
“Lay down. Hands above your head. Lay on your belly and spread those beautiful legs.” Garrett's orders came, confident and gentle, warmth burbling in his voice.
I obeyed. The wind blew, making me draw in a little. My nipples hardened, one more sensation added to this strange, exciting new thing he wanted to do.
But why? Why this?
The bed sank beneath his weight. He laid across me, a savory bulk of a man, his rich and spicy scent encircling me.
When I realized he was naked, my nerves plucked themselves silly. New, glorious heat flowed through me, turning my veins into channels of pure fire.
Garrett didn't speak, didn't move, until he felt my breath quickening.
“Very good. You're in another place now, aren't you? Nothing else outside us matters, Jessie. Nothing but you, me, and this skin.” His hand slowly began to wind across my curves, starting below my breasts, tracing down my side and along my thigh. “I'm going to make you come so hard.”
My breath hitched. His fingers danced across the back of one thigh, smoothing their way over my ass.
At last, he reached the part of me crying out, screaming for satisfaction. Stiff fingers plunged deep.
I arched my back, moving against him, unable to contain my cries. It was ridiculously easy to forget everybody in the next two units could hear us fucking with this blindfold over my eyes.
I struggled in my restraints, indulging my instinct. But Garrett held me down. His thumb found my clit, smothered it, circulating faster and faster.
His fingers fucked so good. Almost as wonderfully as his cock. They stroked my walls, tensing and relaxing perfectly, never shying from the spots that made me slick and shaking.
I burrowed my teeth into my tongue as the climax approached. Maybe the pain would make me hold it in, or at least blunt the screaming, panting, moaning roar ripping from my throat.
“Come for me, Jessie. Let it out. All of it. If I feel like you're holding something back...”
All at once, the perfect massage stopped. Garrett brought his lips to my neck, bathing me in kisses, teasing me while I was right on the ed
ge.
“I won't! Please, please...finish me.” I'd never sounded so pitifully desperate.
Sir's fingers twisted. Deep, fast, in me and on me all at once, especially that magic thumb work around and around my clit.
I saw white behind the blindfold. I exploded, gurgling with pleasure, loud and hot and bright.
I couldn't have stopped if I'd tried. Garrett worked me faster still, quickening his movements, throttling my spasming sex with his gallant touch.
One final grunt rattled my throat. It was all over so fast, the kind of orgasm that's an animal explosion, leaving you hot and hungry for more.
It had to be him. Garrett's kisses grew stronger along my neck. His hot tongue caressed my soft flesh, gliding up to my ear, stopping just short of my thin earlobe.
“You're going to fuck me, aren't you?” He said, grabbing for my hair with the same rough edge in his voice. “Be a good girl. Be a good wifey. You want to be used until I can't use you anymore?”
He tugged on my hair. “Yes!”
Words, body, mind betrayed the terrible need inside me. His words were like my own lust speaking.
Dark, savage, carnal energies that only he could master.
And master them he did. Sir kept my long hair wrapped around his hands, even he mounted me from behind.
His thrusts began, slow and strong. Raw, masculine power tore through me, rocketing to my brain, curling my fingers and toes a little tighter with every stroke.
Nothing compared to having him inside me, a volcano of a man readying for his explosion.
I needed it. We needed it. And now he pulled me up by the hair, forcing me to raise my hips, all the better for him to drive deeper, harder, faster.
It wouldn't be long.
Moaning and panting slurred together. I started to scream even before my clit caught fire, throbbing and pulsing deliciously beneath the pressure from his big balls slapping my flesh.
He'd already put a baby in me, but that didn't dampen my fever, my need. If anything, it made me crave his cock, his come even more, a merciless and primal need howling in my bones.
Come, Sir. Come inside me, with me, through me...come your soul out.
It really was the perfect day.
I lost control, muscles tensing, imploding in on themselves. Sir's fingers yanked at my hair, close enough for my ear to vibrate as the guttural release left his throat, and then spiked through the rest of him.
He came, pouring himself into me, triggering an instant climax.
We roared, foamed, and screamed together. His cock jerked, convulsing with the velvet around him, a boiling sea of our fluids joining together.
Rhythmic cries rattled through us. Yeah, the neighbors were getting one hell of a show, plus whoever else might be listening on the street several floors down.
And once again, Sir was right.
My exhibitionist streak was in full swing, making me come harder still. Perhaps he did too, because he'd once again stretched my limits, exercising his greatest talent.
I came, indulging my basest senses. I got off on strangers hearing us, witnessing what he'd done to me.
Sir's muscles shook around me as he held me close. My womb wouldn't stop jittering for a long time.
It was satisfied, for now, or else overloaded to the point where I couldn't imagine more pleasure hurling through me.
We collapsed together. Pleasantly spent. His seed seeped out between my legs, adding one more lovely contrast to his heat and the cold rushing in from outside.
Garrett's hands went to the back of my head. He rolled me over, keeping himself positioned over me, slowly unbinding the makeshift blindfold.
“You ready for a lifetime of this?”
Ready? Do you even need to ask?
“Ready,” I agreed, moving in for a long kiss. “And completely willing. I'm yours, Sir. Mold me to perfection.”
“I'll do better than that.” He paused to kiss me again, and I smiled at the same magnetic need in his handsome lips. “I'll mold your heart with love, just like I do with my tattoos. Won't stop until it's fearless, willing, and beautiful.”
His hand stretched to my lower belly and rested there. “I've planted the seeds inside you. Now, like any good farmer, I want to watch them fruit.”
“So do I.”
Another kiss, but this time sweeter and spicier than any kiss before it.
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