BigBadDare (4 page)

I shouldn't be doing this, but I haven't for twenty-two years. It's finally time. Time for...something.

I didn't know how far I was really willing to go. Obviously, this tiger wouldn't be satisfied with anything except the whole entree.

Surely, there's no harm in giving him a taste? A taste...

The very idea of his tongue, his big paws on my flesh caused by brain to throb. Not to mention much lower parts of my anatomy.

“Hands behind your back. Hold your wrists together.”

I shivered again as he wedged the handcuffs around both wrists and clicked them into place. He did an amazing impression of an angry cop.

“Whoa!” I reared up when his hand touched my buttocks. “Must you?”

A second later, I crashed back to the padded table. I quickly learned how unstable having my hands locked behind me could be.

“Absolutely, I do. Just like my hand is burning to heat up your plush little ass. Did Daddy ever spank you, little girl?”

My lips twitched.
Fuck!
Hissing those depraved words and images at me shouldn't have been so blindingly hot. But it was.

“Tell the truth,” Garrett demanded, bringing his lips so close to my left ear I could feel his hot breath.

“I want to know you, Jessie.
Everything.
”

“No...no. My parents never believed in real discipline.”

“That explains a lot.” I couldn't see him, but I sensed him smiling.

“Well, sweet Princess, here's your chance for a little education.” His fingers gripped the rear waistband to my panties, pulling them away from my skin. “A little discipline. And – yes – just a little bit of pleasure too. Hold still for me, and try your very best not to scream.”

Small bombs went off in my head. A steady, rippling avalanche of lava began throughout my body, long before he'd even brought one hand to my flesh.

In one savage thrust, he balled up my panties in his hand and tore them down to my knees. Now, my bare ass was up, unprotected; a fat, curvy target aimed straight at his eyes.

I saw him winding up in my imagination, and then sensed the electricity fuming through the air as his hand streaked toward me. When it connected, I wasn't able to sense anything at all.

The fire – the raging fire! – scorched everything inside me. Even my wet, desperate sex sucked at the fire burning its way up my ass. Heat soared to distant nerves, setting off new explosions in my extremities.

Fingers, toes, more muscles than I could count clenched at once. I lifted my head and moaned through my teeth, remembering what he'd said about holding in my screams.

The last thing I needed was to upset him. Then he might
really
lay into me.

Garrett's hand smoothed my burning skin for a moment. But eventually he raised it and leveled it onto my cheek a second time, adding crimson to pink, kerosene to flames.

The burn deepened. It soaked
deep,
like napalm or peppermint or molten wax, an enchanting heat that left a delicious tingle in its wake.

On and on he spanked me, turning his attention to my virgin cheek, evening out the hue until both sides of my ass were equally red, raw, and throbbing.

I wasn't sure why I continued to twitch and jerk each time he hit me. I couldn't even feel the sting anymore. The early pain had given way to a tingling warmth, a liquid glow seeping through every atom, bathing me from head to toe.

Fiery. Hot. And...pleasant?

I looked up when there was a break in his strokes. Garrett had paused, probably to shake out the firmness in his fingers.

The heat formed a loop beneath my waist, circulating through my torso, all its energy congealing in my center. My entire core melted into a wet, steaming jacuzzi of pure honey and feral need.

Oh, oh, oh...if I'm still a virgin when this night is through, it'll really be a miracle.

Garrett circled around to face me. He truly resembled a tiger painted in dark stripes and that damnably sexy sparkle in his eyes.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“Hot. Flushed. Embarrassed.” Those three words contained my whole confession. “I don't know.”

“But you're ready for more?”

“More?” My jaw dropped. I looked up at him in disbelief.

Jesus. Does he mean to keep whacking until I'm fully tenderized?

“I'm going to spank you until you come. I'm going to make you lose control, Princess. And then I'm going to shove my way between your legs and fuck you until you're howling and shaking all over again. You think that spanking burned? You have no idea.”

I clenched my jaw. He offered a sinister paradise, a scalding bright heaven I couldn't turn away from.

As if I had any real choice!

No, I have no idea. Something tells me I want to find out, though.

Next thing I knew, he moved behind me, running one hand across the warm globes of my ass. He caressed me, slower this time, as if making me guess the moment when he'd finally strike.

When he hit, he hit hard.

I bellowed loudly. My shriek snaked through the curtains, where it bounced around in the chamber and echoed back at me. Probably at all the other couples in their private rooms too.

Audio-voyeurism. Who knew that would be appealing?

I tried to hide, tried to stifle my moans. No suck luck.

Knowing that a bunch of total strangers knew exactly what he was doing to me only fueled my lust.

For the first time in my young life, I really felt dirty, and dirty was damned good.

I shifted my legs, preparing for another impact. One thigh was slick with leaking fluid, a torrent of rich cream seeping out of me, proven arousal I couldn't hope to hide.

Garrett's hand smacked taut, right on cue, a big flat palm pounding deep on both cheeks of my ass.

Muscles tightened in my legs, and then sent their tension higher.

Everything in my core contracted, spiraling inward, a hot and sticky powder keg readying an explosion.

I didn't believe him when he said he'd make me come just by spanking me. It sounded insane. But now, it just
felt
insane.

My hearing and vision blurred. Everything faded down to a soft glow, blue like the gentle lights above. Everything was peppermint cool, except my inner fire and the steady thump of his hand on my flesh.

I lurched forward, grinding my whole body into the padded table. The energy wouldn't stay tucked in a second longer.

Panting, screaming, sweating, I came, surrendering to the carnal passion seizing my muscles.

Everything puckered inward. I jerked on the table in small waves, circling my hips. My blood boiled at a thousand degrees, a strange, ungodly fire unlike anything I'd felt.

And there was no putting it out.

Garrett's blows stopped. His huge hands pressed on my shoulders, holding me down, letting the ruthless spasms have their way with me.

“You come beautiful, Princess,” I heard him say. “Just like I thought.”

I couldn't answer with anything more than a garbled moan. Hot, shallow breaths snorted in and out, in and out, matching the rhythm my wavering muscles adopted.

My clit ballooned, flickering with cruel energy, always on the verge of being satisfied, but never quite getting there. Its energy poured outward, a tunnel of light and heat snaking up my center, awesome and violent.

On the last great spasm tearing through my hips, he leaned in and kissed my neck, gently urging me back to sanity. My bound hands pushed backward, edging the bulge on his pants.

Oh, he was hard. Large, swollen, and ready like strong rock poised on an avalanche.

More wet heat gushed through me. My virgin guard broke, and as I flushed and simmered beneath him, I couldn't think about anything except how badly I wanted him to take me then and there.

But the energy couldn't keep flowing at such a frantic pace – not if I was going to survive this.

I collapsed, throwing my legs slack near the table's sides. I wilted like a rose in winter, suddenly cool and exhausted beneath his heavy body.

Garrett's sweet body heat swirled around me. He kept kissing my neck, stamping my flesh with his softer heat, occasionally flicking his tongue to my moist skin and savoring my taste.

“Don't go to sleep on me yet. That was just a warm up, baby. I took you for a test drive. Now I want to get in and floor it 'til you're purring underneath me. Purring hard.”

His hips rolled forward, pushing his bulge against my fingertips. I gasped. My eyes rolled.

Wow! If that's not a wake up call...

“Do you want to feel it? Suck it? Fuck it?” He thrust forward again, stroking the hard length beneath his trousers on my knuckles.

I moaned beneath him. New cream trickled out between my thighs. I swore I was wetter than I'd ever been in my life, soaked to the deepest depths.

“Yes!” I hissed.

What's happening to me? What am I saying?What kind of magic is this?

Garrett's hands shot to my wrists. He slowly unhitched the handcuffs, freeing me from my prison –

no doubt to sample his cock, the very first one I'd ever seen or taken.

I swallowed hard and slowly rose when he made room for me. I turned, propped myself at the edge of the table, watching as he took several long steps backward.

Garrett's tattoos rippled as his arms moved. He held one hard fist at his side, while the other hand went straight for his zipper.

Lower, lower, I watched the little metal tag fall. The potent glint in his eye reminded me he was a master tease, an inked muse for the senses.

I didn't know whether to love him or hate him. Couldn't I do both?

“Garrett! Come on out! You're in there, aren't you?”

I jumped when I heard the angry male voice behind the curtain. Garrett looked up, one flick away from opening his fly and releasing the aching flesh there.

His lips peeled back, an annoyed growl slipping through his teeth, He caught his zipper and yanked it up. Disappointment set in like a quick moving fog.

“Yeah. I'm here,” he said.

“Out here. Now. We've got things to talk about.”

Garrett turned, slowly slipping past me as I lingered on the table. “This should only take a minute,”

he muttered.

I folded my arms. A sudden chill floated up my spine, as though he'd taken all the sweet, rosy warmth with him when he stepped outside the fold.

“You fucking thief! What the hell do you think you were doing with her? You think I wouldn't find out?”

“Easy, Michael. You know how it is with the subs who come here. They like to hop around,

experience new things with different Doms. Eliza told me you couldn't bind her like she wanted. Your rope work was too weak. That's why she came to me.” Garrett's voice had that edgy, confident spark in it again.

My ears pricked up and I craned my neck. New fire kindled in my heart, but it wasn't lust. Disbelief could burn too.

“New things, yes. But you didn't have to
fuck
her.”

My heart sank. What the hell was going on? Who was Eliza? Some kind of girl caught in a love triangle with him and this stranger?

Eep! Don't tell me I'm the other woman...

I quietly prayed Garrett wasn't as badass as he looked. It was one thing to be hard and rough around the edges...but letting a remorseless creep take my virginity?

“She threw herself at me. It was just a one time thing. She hasn't even been back to the Red Widow since, Michael. What are you so pissed about? You were back there in the corner with another sub anyway.”

“That's another sub. A shame little Patti had to suffer all my anger.” The stranger's tone was sour and dismissive. “Eliza...something more was going on there. And you ruined it for me. All for spite.”

“Well, I didn't know you felt that way. You need to ease up, man. Maybe take some time off. It's not like you to get attached to submissives like this.” So, Garrett could turn diplomat too.

“Not like me?” Michael lowered his voice. I imagined him closing the gap between him and Garrett in my mind, fists tensed at his sides. “No, Garrett. I'm not the only one here who's had it up to fucking here with your reckless, entitled bullshit.”

“Watch who you're calling entitled.” Garrett's words were totally filtered through a growl now.

“I think this is about that last job you did for me. You fucked Eliza to thumb your nose at me, didn't you? You wouldn't shut up and take it like you always did before to fund your desperate artsy-fartsy bullshit. I want to hear you admit it.”

“There's nothing to admit. Come a step closer, and I'll plant my fucking fist through your face.”

The stranger laughed, drawn out and sardonic. “I believe in resolving things in a more civilized way.

That's the difference between you and I. Don't think I've forgotten this, Garrett. I'll find your weak point one day soon and bring you back into line. You need to be taken down a notch – or ten.”

“Go to hell.”

I couldn't take the tension anymore. When the voices stopped, I went for my clothes. I pulled up my panties and then worked on the dress. Part of me hoped he'd just forget about me behind the curtain, leaving me to slip out unseen.

But the other part was painfully curious. And afraid.

What just went down may have been half spoken in Greek. Hell, did I
want
to know why these two were at each other's throats?

Now, a woman was next to them, coughing her lungs out. I stood still, next to the curtain, curiosity taking over my better instincts.

“What's wrong with her? My God.” Garrett sounded shocked. “You fucking animal...you're never supposed to leave marks like this on a sub's neck. You could've crushed her windpipe. If you were any lesser man, I'd have you tossed out on your ass and banned from this club.”

“This is on
you,
” Michael insisted, his voice a rough and ragged whine. “You can't protect anybody, Garrett. Just like big bad biker daddy's ghost can't protect you.”

“Enough. I'm seeing her to the elevator, and then you're going. And if you ever lay a hand on a sub –

any sub – like this again...”

I imagined Garrett's hard fist rising in my mind. I held my breath.