paused, replenishing badly needed breath. “Now, the real fun can begin.”
My eyes went wide and I looked at him. What the hell? Was he really serious?
“I'm gonna train you until we're synchronized like perfect gears in one machine optimized for fucking. Your body ends where mine stops now. You ready to become a full time sub, Jessie?”
“Only if you tell me you love me,” I purred. I wasn't paying much attention to the words coming out of my mouth.
I didn't normally get overwhelming. But all this pleasure shook up something deep, releasing things that should never surface without serious thought.
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
My eyes went wide and I looked at him. What the hell? Was he really serious?
“I'm gonna train you until we're synchronized like perfect gears in one machine optimized for fucking. Your body ends where mine stops now. You ready to become a full time sub, Jessie?”
“Only if you tell me you love me,” I purred. I wasn't paying much attention to the words coming out of my mouth.
I didn't normally get overwhelming. But all this pleasure shook up something deep, releasing things that should never surface without serious thought.
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
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