Exquisite Danger (43 page)

The last bridesmaid was Indigo, Swan’s hippy friend who could easily pass for an Asian Bettie Page with an elaborate floral tattoo sleeve taking up her entire left arm from wrist to shoulder. She sashayed down the aisle, leaving a trail of gaping mouths in the wake of her well rounded, rolling hips working her tight dress. The look she gave one of my groomsman wasn’t timid in the least, rather a bold sexual challenge along with a heavy dose of disdain. When I glanced over to see who it was, both Tom and Hustler were looking straight ahead with identical frowns while Beach was grinning.

Sarah came in last and strutted her way down the carpet looking good in her form fitting silver dress. Her body had bounced back nicely from her pregnancy due to her hard work, and she knew it. Her smile was radiant, lighting her up from within, but it wasn’t for me. Nope, she was beaming at my best man, her husband, Beach. They’d gotten married in Vegas a month after I got out of the hospital, and we were sharing our reception together. The girls were really keen on the idea, and whatever Sarah and Swan wanted, we gave them.

All thoughts about anything or anyone other than Swan fled my mind as she appeared on her father’s arm, wearing a long, draped white gown that clung to her figure and made my pants tighten uncomfortably. Her dress had to be silk because nothing else shimmered and flowed like that as she slowly walked toward me. What I liked best of all was that beneath that clinging silk, on her right hip, a tattoo of my dragon curved over her pubic bone, guarding my treasure.

Her beautiful, blonde hair hung long, but she’d put waves in it that reached her waist, and her elaborate veil shimmered with crystals. At the time, I couldn’t figure out how the fuck a veil could cost a couple grand, but now that I saw it on Swan, I would’ve paid five times what I spent on it. The top of the dress was nice and tight, giving her some rockin’ cleavage, and when I finally looked up to her face I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.

Beautiful. Amazing. Mine.

This woman had killed for me, fought for me, and saved my life in more ways than one.

The audience laughed as I broke tradition to walk toward her, and she giggled, the flash of her smile doing heady things to me. They took it slow, because technically, Swan should have been using a cane to help her walk. She had threatened to shoot me if I mentioned it one more time, so Mike and I had agreed to support her up and down the aisle. Mike handed her off with a grumble and some warnings about death and dismemberment, but I ignored him, too caught up in my woman’s beauty. We just stood there and stared at each other for a long moment, her eyes shining for me like I was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen.

The new scar on my jaw from my time spent in Chief’s gentle care, pulled a little when I smiled, but I didn’t give a shit. Every ache, every pain was proof that I was alive and whole. And goddamn was I thankful for that right about now. My baby girl’s smile was so bright it was like looking into the sun, and I grinned as I caught sight of the gleaming, turquoise wrist cuffs I’d given her the night she met my sister. I fuckin’ loved that. She wore my cuffs, she was marked by my bite on the side of her neck, she wore my patch, and soon she’d have my name and my ring. I was so goddamned blessed. Gratitude overwhelmed me that at the end of all the bullshit in my life I had this beautiful young woman waiting for me with open arms.

She placed her hand over mine and leaned into me as I led her to the flower-covered archway, trusting me to take care of her, because she knew she was the most important thing in the world to me.

Now and forever.

The End

Coming up next in the Iron Horse MC series, Beach and Sarah’s book. In their story we get to see into the past including how they met, fell in love and what happened from Sarah’s point of view when she was chasing after her mom and how she pulled a miracle out of her ass in order to save the lives of everyone she loves.

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With over thirty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that was often the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

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Excerpt: Ivan’s Captive Submissive

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Ivan’s Captive Submissive
by Ann Mayburn

Gia Lopez stood in a staging area for the submissive auction with a line of women covered in sheer black robes. Her long, light brown hair was twisted back into an intricate braid that was a work of art, but she desperately wished she’d gotten plastic surgery to take care of her big nose before agreeing to this. The other women scheduled to be sold off with her were beautiful, each perfect and lovely in their own way.

She felt like a sparrow surrounded by peacocks.

While Gia possessed enough self-worth to admit she was cute with her dimples and big brown eyes, she’d never be breathtaking like the auburn haired sex-bomb submissive next to her. Gia had a slender figure from her daily jogging, but with her small breasts she felt like a boy when compared with the curvy submissive.

Why couldn’t Gia have gone after someone who wasn’t a pinup girl?

Mistress Alice, a tall, blonde Domme, walked down the line of submissives. They were gathered in what looked like parlor with all the furniture moved out. Elegant watercolors still graced the walls and a tasteful chandelier bathed the room in a low, golden light. The door to the room where the auction would take place was currently closed, but from her orientation earlier, Gia knew that on the other side there was a curtained area to hide them from the audience. Then, the scariest of all, a stage where she would be sold to the highest bidder.

Mistress Alice paused now and again to point out something she wanted changed with a submissive’s hair or makeup and took a moment to speak with each woman. Up at the front of the line, a few men in brown leather loincloths presented a nice visual treat as they were oiled up by a trio of giggling submissives.

Mistress Alice stopped before Gia and slowly inspected her from head to toe. When she spotted the gold barbells piercing Gia’s nipples through the sheer cloth of the gown, she smiled. “Lovely touch against your nicely tanned skin. The gold works much better than silver.”

“Thank you, Mistress Alice.” Gia curtsied as she’d been trained and Mistress Alice’s gaze warmed.

The Domme tilted her head and studied Gia’s face. “You’re Mistress Viola and Master Mark’s girl from South Carolina, Gia.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Mistress Viola and Master Mark were my trainers.”

“Lovely couple. I met them once at a Domme convention in Las Vegas. They told me to keep an eye on you, that you have quite a temper and are very high spirited.”

Gia flushed and dropped her gaze. “I’m working on that, Mistress Alice.”

“Well don’t work on it too hard.” She leaned closer and whispered, “Some of us like a subs with fire in their veins. We like the challenge and the constant battle for your submission.”

Gia started as the other woman gently bit her earlobe before leaning back. “Am I understood?”

A soft rush of desire went through Gia and she licked her lower lip. “Yes, Mistress.”

The desire unfurled gently in her belly as she relived her training and how she owed her trainers a debt she could never repay. It had been a unique experience to work with Mistress Viola and Master Mark. Together they’d helped her start her transformation into the kind of submissive she yearned to be. They’d also given her glorious orgasms that swept the world away and left her existing as a being of pure pleasure. Not only did they train her physically, they helped her learn how to love herself just the way she was.

Mistress Viola was a plump, curvy, delicious armful of woman. By today’s standards she was considered overweight, but back in the 1950’s she would have been the ultimate in female beauty. Gia had yet to see a man who didn’t gravitate to Mistress Viola in a room, no matter how many other women were there. The fact that her husband, the more traditionally handsome Master Mark, loved her beyond reason helped more than anything else to make Gia believe that maybe there was a man out there that could love her just as she was and give her the confidence to become the woman she wanted to be.

Beautiful, elegant, and loved.

Well, she wasn’t loved yet, but she would be. She had faith her Master was out there, looking for her. The thought of him being here tonight, maybe waiting for her in the audience, sent an ache of longing through her. The practical part of her mind scoffed at the idea of soul mates and fate, but the romantic side of her nature insisted anything was possible.

A petite mahogany-skinned woman who reminded Gia of a pixie came up to Mistress Alice and knelt at her feet. “Mistress, Master Martin wishes me to inform you we have fifteen minutes until we begin.”

Mistress Alice nodded. “Thank you, Tilly.” She smiled at Gia, “Have fun, sweet girl. Whoever gets you is going to have their hands full.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Gia bent into a graceful curtsey.

The pair went farther down the line and Gia tried to slow her breathing. The redhead in front of Gia turned around and gave her a warm and dazzling smile. “First time?”

“Yes. Is it painfully obvious?”

“Yep. First timers are pretty easy to spot. You’re the only ones who aren’t excited. My name is Iris.”

“Gia. Nice to meet you.” Gia smiled and smoothed her hands against the sheer robe. “I take it by your lack of panic attacks you’ve done this before?”

“Oh, yes. This is my third time.” Iris gave a dreamy smile. “After the first auction, I was bought by a lovely Dominant couple. At the second auction, I met my husband, who is also my Master.”

Gia tilted her head in confusion. As far as she knew, this auction was for single, uncollared submissives. “If you have a Master, why are you doing this again?”

The woman laughed and fingered her collar. “Because he wants to win me all over again.”

Gia couldn’t help a small stab of envy. “That's very romantic.”

A chime sounded three times, silencing all conversation. All of the submissives turned towards the sound, and the redhead leaned over to whisper into Gia’s ear, “Don’t freak out. Whoever you end up with is going to be one of the best Masters in the world. If you click, great. If you don’t, then you will, at the very least, come away from the experience as a better submissive. Besides, all of the Masters have your fantasies available to them, and only a Master or Mistress interested in fulfilling your fantasies will bid on you.”