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Things that gave me pause. Garrett too.

It was his turn to lift his face in surprise. He kissed me hard as he grabbed my hand and held it.

“I do. Love you more than all these wicked games we play in bed and on the bench. Isn't it obvious yet? I love you more than life itself.”

I nestled into his chest, hiding the tears in my eyes. I hugged his huge body as tight as I could. Next to him, I was so small, so vulnerable – and I
liked
it.

I'd shrugged off needing a protector in my youth. But now, I couldn't imagine living one more day without it. Without
him.

“Garrett...Sir...I love you too.”

He kissed away the three streaking tears that rolled down my cheek. That stupid, nagging voice started up in my head again, but his touch silenced it.

No, there was nothing stupid or insane about this, however it seemed on the surface.

He was a good instructor after all, and so much more.

By his touch, his command, and his heart, I promised to let him shape me.

First, though, he needed to mold into me. My hand brushed his hardening cock, causing me to moisten my lips with desire. When he moved in for a sultrier kiss, my legs parted, eager for another infusion of this beautiful soul cloaked in perfection and dark ink.

IV: Like Clay In These Enormous Hands

More than a week since I'd visited his bed, and now we were back at the Red Widow. Except this visit wasn't like the first.

I thought I knew what to expect. Once again, with Sir, I thought wrong.

“Well? See anything you like?” Garrett's hot words were like incense trails in my ear.

My dress clung tight, a steady sheen of sweat beading on my forehead . The club had its heat cranked up high. Or maybe it was just the body heat from the intense energy exploding around us.

The whole club became a bondage disco, its dark secrets spilling down from the high floor he'd taken me to before. All the servers walked around in lace, skirting between couples wearing slim leather outfits, or more often nothing at all.

I moved aside quickly as a barrel chested man led a small woman behind him in handcuffs. Garrett caught me, spinning me to face him, an amused smile on his lips.

“Don't be afraid. Focus on what's around you. That fucker Michael won't show his face around here tonight. He's never been interested in safe ways the Red Widow makes its money.”

Really? If this BDSM exhibition is the best way to bring in the dough...then what the hell's been
going on here beneath the surface?

I didn't dare ask. Especially not here, out in the open.

The tingle in my blood increased. Garrett planted a big palm on my back, gently leading me forward, his other arm carefully poised near my waist to catch me if I stumbled.

The main bar had rearranged itself slightly into little alcoves where the booths used to be, much like the private nooks upstairs. The tight spaces gave all the patrons a little privacy – but not too much.

Unlike the main VIP floor, these alcoves didn't even have curtains to pull.

I forced myself to turn and confront my fears. Or was I latching onto new obsessions, dark fascinations I didn't want to acknowledge? Not without him, anyway.

In one little space, a man had a woman thrown across his lap. Her skirt was hiked up, yielding her bare ass like a plump turnip. His heavy leather paddle came down on her cheeks again and again as she yelped over the booming dubstep music in the background.

“You like that hue, Princess? I can paint your ass rose red too.”

Oh, yes. I liked it, alright. But I wasn't into spankings for the sake of spankings. He had to do it when I deserved to be punished, and the way Garrett's face hardened told me he knew that too.

“On we go. I'm gonna fish the truth out of you, baby. Then I'm hauling you upstairs and all our evil dreams are coming true.” He straightened his tie.

That low, smokey tone in his voice made me stop and shift my legs. Thick heat throbbed in my core, a slow, aching rhythm summoned by the growl in his throat.

In the next alcove, a skinny man was on the floor, wrapped up in something black and leather like a straight jacket. A woman with blue highlights in her long hair had her a long stiletto pointed at his mouth.

“Suck,” she commanded in a low, husky voice, her bright eyes dancing.

I turned away in disgust. Nothing about being a Mistress appealed to me. Or male submissives for that matter.

When Garrett saw the wretched look on my face, he laughed, adorable lines crinkling up around his eyes. “Good. It's not my thing either.”

He took my hand and led me on.

I heard the next couple before I actually saw them. The woman was whimpering, begging, pleading for her very life.

The man's big back hid her from me at first. Then he shifted, a dark smile plastered beneath the dark mask around his eyes. He turned to us and winked through the slits around his eyes.

“This one's been naughty,” he said. “I won't let her come until she's said her Hail Marys for the full hour. Care to watch?”

I shook my head politely. My brain said no, but my eyes were transfixed. When he stepped aside, I saw a naked girl with round curves chained to a giant X.

She was so open for him, streaked with sweat, her whole body trembling each time he moved his lips close to hers. Was that a vibrator shoved inside her, trembling every so many seconds, before the man in the black mask brought it to a dead stop?

Torturous. The submissive tried to kiss him, but he pulled away, a low chuckle rumbling up his throat.

“Not yet, my pet. Mister Foster and his sub have got their eyes on you. Better hope he orders me to make you come.”

Her eyes went wide. She nodded her head vigorously, muscles bulging at the side, straining all the way to her plush shoulders.

The Dom's hands went for her nipples. He stopped just short of turning them, and looked back at Garrett.

My Sir's eyes were on me. He turned slowly, meeting the other man's gaze, and nodded.

“Lucky day,” he man in the mask said to his plump submissive. “I'm gonna turn these pretty dials just right, and you're going to give it up for me, aren't you?”

“Yes! Yes, Master O!”

The man's hands tightened around her breasts. I watched her go off like a rocket, teeth gnashing, her big hips rolling up and down, humping the empty air.

Guttural cries spilled from her open lips. Her Dom slid his thick hand between her legs and toyed with her
there
, the same space between my legs growling for sweet release.

Finally. I found something that looked like the kind of torture I wanted to experience.

She was still grunting, groaning, and coming her brains out when Garrett's hand slipped in mine. I spun to face him. His hard eyes beamed across my skin, burning holes in my dress.

“Let's go upstairs. Now that I know you're a whore for being restrained and wound up slowly...”

He didn't finish the sentence. Fuck, he didn't need to. I was melting from the inside out, hoping the rich flow within wasn't slipping past my panties and down my thighs.

He pulled me along. When we were in the elevator, I leaned on the wall. Garrett's hands propped me up by the stomach.

I tensed and cried out when he wrapped his hands around me. Close – so painfully close! – to the tender peaks of my nipples.

“Just another minute. We'll be up there soon. Think you can keep it together until then, my greedy Princess?” He nipped at my earlobe and I giggled.

Raw heat flushed through my whole body. I turned to him, on last attempt to put the breaks on this insanity, this terrible need to have him tear off my clothes and tease me until I promised him terrible things for my release.

“Hey, Sir, I don't want it exactly like that. I don't know if I can stand a
whole hour
of that torment...however nice it feels.”

“We'll start slow. When you can't handle it anymore, I'll know. Of course, by then I'll be in up to my hilt in your sweet little cunt.” His hand reached to my thigh, snaking up my dress. “I'm a not big toy guy, Princess. I prefer everything sweet, wet, and natural.”

I lifted my head, clenching my jaw like I had something hard to bite down on wedged between my teeth. God, I really wished I did!

Ding!

The elevator chimed. Garrett withdrew his teasing fingers and gave me a light spank to make me move again.

He peeled off his shirt before we had the table down and the curtain drawn. He was rifling through the cabinets, carefully choosing the wonders he wanted to use on me tonight, the big stripes on his back twisting and turning with his muscles.

Watching him hard and shirtless never failed to light my fire. But those sexy tattoos were kerosene, drawing my inner wildfire to a real inferno.

“Lay down. Push off that dress. Spread your arms and legs.”

Yes, yes, and yes!

I did as he asked, quickly undressing. No matter how many times we fucked and savored each other, he still made me flush when I was fully naked before him.

Garrett came forward when I was down to my panties. I realized tearing them away from my sopping wet cloth and lace was his favorite part, a proper ritual he did to signify his ownership.

Suddenly, my limbs were weighted down like anvils. I struggled to move my arms and legs apart, pushing my body into X formation, baring everything.

“Good,” he said, satisfied. “Now hold still for me.”

The first leather straps went around my wrists. They were like belts on my hands, hooking to some unseen bars beneath the table. I should've realized these benches were custom made, tools for pain and pleasure hidden in plain sight.

My legs were next. He gripped each ankle lovingly in his hands, binding the straps snug around them. Before he hooked the other ends into place, he tugged at my legs, opening me wider still.

Blood rushed through my heart. Every pump burned hotter and hotter, fire sluicing through my veins, my soaked slit turned up for his viewing pleasure. And probably a whole lot more.

More, more...

Greedy notes sang in my brain. Already, muscles hardened with severe need. Their pleas were growing louder by the second, begging for his hands, his tongue, his cock.

An involuntary moan left my lips just he finished tying me down. Garrett raised himself up, that cold smile of control on his face.

“I've got one more special treat for you, Jessie. Something Oliver didn't use on his plump little sub. I want you to wear these – wear them for me.”

He held them up. My eyes sprang open. The hot blood rushing through me cooled a few degrees, chilled by the sharp looking metal clamps dangling from one hand.

I started to struggle on the table as he approached. He'd given me a safe word on the way here –
blue
maiden
– but I promised myself in the car I wouldn't use it.

He wanted to take me to my limits? Okay, fine. I trusted him to bring me there, through the scary flames, safe to the exquisite paradise that always waited on the other side.

“You okay, Princess? Say something.” He had the clamps in both hands now, their mouths open and waiting between his fingers and thumbs.

“I'll do it. I'll give you this, Sir. I trust you.”

He smiled at that. The love and warmth in his face steeled me as the clamps came to my nipples. I only cried out once when he locked them into place.

Two cool, shining mouths bit down on my breasts. Heat flared through me, raging desire crashing headlong into fear. The adrenaline rush drowned my brain, so hard and sudden I shook in my restraints.

“It's okay, Jessie. You look so beautiful when you're in my hands. And you are, all of you, safe and sound.”

He reached behind my back and embraced me. His big muscles hovered over me, distracting me from the sharp discomfort with his lips.

Each kiss sent its energy spiraling to my aching, sore nipples. Then a strange thing happened.

Just like spanking, the pain began to lessen, giving way to a strange and surprising pleasure. My flesh sizzled, swelling around the clamps, a soft current beginning at his lips flickering through my whole body.

He swallowed my moans. Sir's tongue stroked mine, wet and delicious. He pawed at my breasts, massaging them gently in his hands, fingering the chain connecting my nipples.

Garrett's huge head rolled, separating from my lips. He aimed for that sensitive crook on the side of my neck. More licks, more nibbles, more lightning flashing at my core.

The explosions made me tense. I jerked in my restraints, pulling at the straps.

Even when I threw my full strength into it, they wouldn't budge. He had me tied down good, and there was no getting out of this without coming like an animal in heat.

One hand went below my breasts and moved down. My soft globes rose and fell, jumping with my lungs. They'd fully adapted to the relentless bite digging at my tips.

What the hell was taking him so long?

“Please! I need to feel your fingers...there...” I licked my lips.

Damn him, he was going to make me suffer for this orgasm. Suffer, just like that plus size sub downstairs, the screaming woman I now regretted seeing.

“Patience. Good things come to those who wait, baby. They come hard.” He smiled, flicking his tongue against my ear.

Shuddering, moaning, I held my ground. Sensitive flesh throbbed around the clamps, and then the pulse swept lower.

By the time he finally reached my folds, I was slippery and swollen, achingly empty. His fingers split, gently caressing my mound, teasing the labia but never going in.

No! I need you inside me. Fucking shove them in!

I bared my teeth, growling with frustration. My little hands and feet beat against the restraints.

Garrett smiled as his face went lower, kissing at my breasts.

At last, his fingers found my clit. But he kept moving with that same slow, torturous pace.

Firm and patient, he did laps around my pulsating switch, never truly pressing it. The energy building inside me felt like something waiting to explode.

My senses blurred. I couldn't tell if those snarls and curses were just in my head now, or spitting out at him, frantically pleading for his fingers, his tongue, his cock.