by Karen Ferry
“I need to take you hard and fast, waif,” I whisper. “I can’t hold back anymore. My need for you is all-consuming, and I can’t see straight. But…” I lower my head until our mouths are mere inches apart. When she wets her lips, catching mine, I groan from her sweet taste. “Don’t mistake it, thinking that I don’t care, alright?” I continue. “Even when I fuck you, I take care not to hurt you. Do you get that?”
She nods at once.
“I trust you.”
“Thank fuck.”
My mouth slams down on hers and she opens up to me at once. Her tongue meets mine, and her arms reach up to wrap around my neck, clinging to me. I push her back until we’re stopped by the wall. The fire in my blood flares up when she lifts her leg and wraps it around my hip, rubbing her cunt against my dick in fast, even strokes.
“Fuck, why didn’t you wear a skirt?” I groan when I need to come up for air. She gasps when I lean away and unbutton her jeans.
“I’ll do that next time,” she pants, her hands reaching for my belt.
I grunt and pull down her jeans, kneeling before her to help her step out of them. With shaky hands, I press my thumb against the damp spot on her thong, and I curse wildly when I feel how wet she is. Leaning in, I inhale her musky scent, my tongue flicks over her clit.
“Garrett,” she sighs softly. “Please…”
“Please what?” I ask her as I rub my tongue flat against her.
“Please go down on me. I can’t take this teasing.”
Chuckling, I place my hands on her ass, digging my nails into her soft flesh. I itch to spank her, but I don’t have time. Any minute now, we can be interrupted, and even though the door is locked, I can’t have that.
I can’t lose this moment between us.
I pull down her underwear, and my breath hitches when I see the small strip of hair and her glistening cunt.
“This has to be fast,” I groan as I lift her right leg so it rests on my shoulder.
“Fuck, yes.”
Her moans grow louder as my mouth finds her clit, and I feast on her essence. With one hand on her hip, I push my tongue as far inside her as I can, groaning hard from the taste, but I need more. I unbutton my jeans and free my dick from my boxers, rubbing it hard until I can feel some pre-cum on the head. I rub it around, my lungs burning, and sweat gathers on my brow.
“Oh, god, Garrett, I’m close,” Suzy pants from above me. I look up to see her head thrown back, her eyes closed.
“Touch your tits, waif,” I order her, my voice hoarse. When she reaches up to pinch her nipples, I push two fingers inside her tightness.
I’m lost in her. I still my hand on my dick and lap up her juices, picking up my pace. Finger fucking her harder, deeper, hitting her sweet spot over and over again as my tongue flicks her clit, I hold onto her hip as her instincts take over and she begins to roll them against my face.
“Garrett, I’m coming!” she groans. Then I feel her walls clamp down on my fingers, and her wetness intensifies. I lean back and pepper her trembling thigh with kisses, wiping my cheeks as she slowly comes down from her high.
“Not done yet, my love.” I stand and pick up her limp body. Her mouth meets mine in deep kiss, and I hardly register the sting from her strong hold in my hair. I can’t get to the desk fast enough.
“Fuck me, Garrett,” she breathes against my mouth as she nips at my lower lip with her teeth. “I’m yours.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I let her slide down my body and with a possessive grip on her hip, I turn her around and push a hand on her back.
“Bend over, babe.” Arms trembling with need, I push down my pants entirely, kicking them off as they hit the floor.
I take off my sweater and push her legs wider apart with my foot. Her soft puffs match my hard ones, and I take a firm grip on the base of my dick and let it run down the crease on her ass, all the way to her sensitive cunt.
“Don’t scream this time,” I pant as I line up my dick against her entrance. “People could hear you.”
In one hard thrust, I push inside her, and I still, throwing my head back in ecstasy when her still wet cunt pulls me further in.
Heaven.
Then I fuck her.
HE’S WILD.
He’s rough.
We’re both filled with a need that takes over all my senses. All I can do is match his relentless pace, pushing my hips back, until stars burst behind my closed eyelids, and his body covers mine. When he groans and his mouth comes down on my neck, kissing it, I know without a doubt that he loves me.
He may not have said the words yet, but I can feel it right to my soul.
He loves me.
And I love him.
But do I tell him?
I breathe deeply as he gently thrusts inside me a couple of times, and I turn my head to catch his lips with mine in a soft kiss.
“Fuck, waif, what you do to me…”
His wild breathing slows little by little as he rubs his lips against mine. My body is sweaty, and the air is heavy. If anyone walked in right now, they’d be able to smell what we’ve been up to right away.
“I can’t feel my legs,” I whisper on a low laugh. “I think I need a nap.”
He hums and then straightens up. The loss of him inside me makes me wince slightly, and I try to hold in the trickle of his cum.
“Do you have some paper towels?” He nods quickly and opens a drawer. He hands me some paper napkins, and I quickly wipe it away and throw them in the waste basket next to the desk.
Ruffling my hair, I blow out a breath, trying to cool down.
“I think I should’ve brought a spare set of clothes.”
He picks up his pants and quickly puts them on before he walks to the wall to get my things. I hurry to get dressed, and as I button my jeans, my eyes fall on the delicious dessert.
“I’m starved,” I murmur. Stomach growling, I pick up a spoon and plate. When the gooeyness hits my taste buds, I moan and close my eyes, my senses overcome with how good it is.
“Please don’t do that.”
My eyes spring open when the rough tone reaches my ears, and I take in the almost pained expression in Garrett’s eyes.
Smiling, I take another bite.
“Why?” Mouth full, I sigh in pleasure, teasing him relentlessly.
“Because it makes me want to fuck you all over again.”
I giggle slightly and shake my head at him.
“You’re insatiable, honey.”
“Only for you,” he whispers. My breath stills from the intensity in his eyes. Gone is the pain that used to meet me; instead, there is hope and something else that I cannot quite define. But then he breaks the moment when he looks down and puts on his shirt.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that my lady bits can’t take anymore from you for at least twelve hours or so.”
His lips lift in an arrogant smirk, and he looks at his watch.
“What time do you have to be at The Vault tonight?” he asks me. I sigh when the real world comes knocking.
“At nine p.m.”
He nods once.
“We best get home. I have some pasta and chicken in the fridge; plenty of time to feed you before your shift.”
“Don’t you have to stay here at work?” I ask him, a bit puzzled.
He frowns.
“I’ll come back later. As long as we don’t know more about that fuckwit, Easton, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I nod and and lick the spoon in my hand, annoyed that that deplorable man has the ability to sour my good mood even when he’s not around.
“Alright, it makes sense. Do you think your dad will have dropped off Rufus at home while we’ve been here?”
“Nah. He usually texts me when he does, but who knows? Maybe he hasn’t bothered with it this time.”
“I miss him,” I sigh.
He laughs.
“You really love my dog, don’t you?”
I shrug. “How ca
n I not? He’s so adorable; he might hog the bed, but he’s a great cuddler.”
“About that…” He comes towards me and taps my chin lightly. “No more cuddling with the dog when I’m home. That’s my job from now on.”
My lips part, and I blink a couple of times. My pulse speeds up at the implications of his words, of the enormity of them, but I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.
“Okay, then.”
I look down and rearrange my top, finally starting to cool down. Garrett gives me a quick smile and then walks away to wait for me at the door. He unlocks it when I reach his side.
“Don’t forget the tiramisu you made,” I murmur, leaning up to brush my lips over his.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
The wicked gleam that meets my eyes when I rest back on the soles of my feet makes me laugh.
“Insatiable,” I mutter as we leave his office to go home. When he takes my hand and squeezes it once, I smile and look down at my feet.
My heart feels light and free for the first time in years.
I won’t let anything ruin the happiness I feel right now.
Work is absolutely mad tonight. I don’t know if there’s love in the air, or it’s just my newfound happiness that makes me see hearts and flowers everywhere, even among the patrons frequenting the club. Even some of the Doms who look a lot harder to handle than Garrett seem to soften when their gazes land on their subs by their sides; and the smiles of their subs seem more proud than usual.
I’m preparing a cocktail when I hear someone call my name from behind. Turning around, drink in hand, I find Morgan waving at me from the other end of my station, and I smile wide.
Indicating that I’ll work my way down to her, I hand the older gentleman his drink and take his bills, before giving another customer my attention. My belly flutters with nerves as I work my way down to Morgan, all the while wondering why she’s here.
Blowing out a breath when I find her in front of me, I lean across the bar to hug her briefly.
“Hi, doll,” she greets me as I let her go.
“Hi, sweetie. You look gorgeous, though slightly…different.”
She laughs as she looks down at her flaming-red strapless dress.
“That’s the point, but I’m actually just passing through.”
“Oh? Can I get you a drink?” I glance to my right to check that everybody is covered, and wait for her.
“Just a Cosmo, please, hon.”
I nod. “Where are you going tonight?” I shout to be heard above the noise and turn to find the ingredients.
“I’m off to meet up with Safiro and his boy toy, Dex, at ‘FDB’. Fred might be there, too. I think he’s bringing his latest conquest – a girl called Cassandra.”
Regret fills me when I realise that it’s been so long since I’ve been there. Since I’ve seen my friends.
“Please tell Safiro that I’ll stop by on my next night off.”
I turn briefly to face her, and she nods in understanding.
“Sure, no problem.”
I finish preparing her drink, and with a small flourish in jest put a pink umbrella in it.
She laughs when she sees it.
“Cute. So…” She takes a sip from the drink and the laughter fades from her eyes. “How have you been?”
I rest on the bar and lean towards her, and she mirrors my stance.
I ignore her question because I have to get something off my chest first.
“I’m sorry for the way I just left the last time you saw me, Morgan. That wasn’t fair.”
She shakes her head once and arches her brow.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Suzy. I told you that I knew you didn’t return my feelings, and that’s alright.” She puts a hand on my cheek. “Stop apologising, and answer my question instead.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she stresses and sits back.
Feeling more reassured, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Alright, then.”
I tell her about Garrett and me. About my growing feelings for him. How him being a Dom has affected me. And about how my struggles with my sexuality have dimmed because I refuse to label myself.
“Love is love, right?” I finish.
She nods enthusiastically.
“Fucking A,” she laughs. I join her, relieved that I have my friend back.
“We need to meet up soon for coffee,” Morgan says, finishing her drink before she steps down from her barstool.
I nod, and then frown when she stops in her tracks, her eyes widening. I turn to follow her gaze, and unease settles in my stomach when I find that the centre of her attention is Rowan who’s standing at the entrance to the hallway that takes him to his office. He looks alert, sharp, as he scans the club, no doubt looking for a sub that’ll satisfy him for the night.
“Morgan –,” I start.
“Hot damn, he just gets hotter and hotter every time I see him,” she breathes.
I turn to scan her face.
“You never did tell me how you know him?” I ask her.
“Mmm, we had a little fling before we met, doll,” she murmurs, clearly still taken with the sight before her.
“Really? I didn’t think he’d be your type…”
That breaks the spell she seems to be under and her head turns to face me. She licks her lips.
“Honey, when a man like him knows how to fuck a woman, and fuck her to oblivion, he becomes said woman’s type. Believe me.”
I widen my eyes, my mouth falling open in shock.
“That good, huh?”
“Mm-hmm.” She looks down and runs a hand along her hip, fiddling with her dress.
“Hon…what are you doing?”
Slowly, she looks up at me, a devious smile covering her lips, and more unease fills me.
“Why, I’m going over to say ‘hello’, of course. And then I plan on taking him home later for round two. Or three or four.” She purses her mouth. “Actually, I can’t remember which round, because we weren’t exactly sober last time we met.”
I grab her arm as she’s about to leave.
“Please be careful,” I urge her. She frowns at me. “Please don’t take anything he wants to offer you…”
“What do you mean?” she asks me, clearly puzzled.
I pull on her arm until she’s as close as she can get with the bar separating us. I turn to whisper in her ear.
“If he asks if you want any drugs, say ‘no’, please.”
Her head snaps back, her lips forming a small ‘o’, and I nod.
“Promise me.”
Uncertainty fills her eyes and she gives me another kiss in goodbye. Without another word, she leaves, and I watch Rowan’s arrogant smirk when she stops in front of him.
“Suzy, can’t you see we’re busy?” Valerie rushes past me.
I take in the line of customers in my station.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
The bad feeling in my stomach grows stronger when I see Rowan putting an arm around Morgan’s shoulders, and he leads her up the winding staircase. They disappear from my sight when they enter one of the private rooms.
With a heavy heart, I go about serving my customers; but for the rest of my shift, I keep glancing in the direction of their room, worrying about my friend.
“So, it’s been a while,” I muse as I sit down in a chair next to the window opposite the entrance. Morgan’s back is to me as she takes in the four-poster bed with the red and black satin sheets.
“Yeah, I guess it has.”
“Do you want a drink?” I ask her as I push up in my seat. She shakes her head.
Fair enough.
“Mind if I get one?”
It’s not really a question, so I don’t wait for her answer.
I wonder how she knows Suzy, though. I try to convince myself that finding out more about my little waitress is the only reason I asked Morgan to come up here with me.
Ho
wever, I stop pouring the scotch and take in her form again.
“If I remember correctly, you were a wildcat between the sheets.” I pick up my glass and then stand up to walk towards her.
She chuckles and finally turns around to face me.
There’s a smirk on her face that I’d like to wipe away with my cock, but I can be patient.
“I am,” she concedes.
I have to admire her for her confidence.
Fuck, it’s a turn-on.
“And if my memory serves me right, you begged me to tie you up and then fuck your brains out,” she purrs before she licks her lips.
I freeze.
There are two parts waging war inside me.
The one that says that the man never submits to the woman.
And the other that yearns to give in just one. More. Time.
“Kneel,” she points at the floor, and my hand holding the glass tightens. I’m enraptured by her unwavering gaze, almost putting a spell on me. As if no longer in control of my own limbs, I do as she says.
Her gaze softens a little, and a rush tears through me at her appraisal. But then it’s gone.
“Eyes down, Rowan,” she commands.
I close them briefly and lower my head.
I do as she says. I submit to her, giving in to my dark desires.
One last time.
THE NEXT FEW WEEKS fly by in a haze.
I don’t think much about the past, and I definitely don’t worry about the future.
The first part is easy – the second, not so much.
Living with Garrett is easy, effortless. Now that he’s no longer avoiding me, and he seems to have found some kind of semblance of peace, he’s different in some ways.
He can still be moody and difficult, of course.
I sometimes find myself calling him “Grump” when he’s being particularly moody, and that seems to be my cue to either run fast or give in to his sexual demands – because whenever I do call him that, he gets this stubborn gleam in his eyes that I’ve come to recognise as his Dom persona taking over. It’s subtle. Calculating. Intense. He lets his wolfish tendencies take over, and he always catches me.
Punishing me for being ‘obstinate’ as he calls it.
Needless to say, I don’t mind. Far from it. But I haven’t told him that, nor do I think I have to; he’s already more than aware of the fact that I love his idea of punishments, and I give just as good as I get.