BigBadDare (7 page)

I bit my lip and nodded.

“Then you
need
this. You have to see how beautiful you are, how good you taste. It's the only way I can give you one little piece of what I see every time I look at you.”

I mumbled halfhearted protest again. Mr. Big, Strong, and Tattooed wasn't listening.

He paused to tear off his shirt. Lunging forward, he grabbed my buttocks with his hands, brandishing his face against the drooling slit separated only by my panties.

Oh, God. Oh, Garrett!

Oh, oh, oh...

New heat trembled upward. Fire I'd never known, a wilder fire that rolled and splashed up my whole body like an unsettled sea.

Even through the soaked fabric his kisses were insatiable. But nothing prepared me for being bare for him, exposed for the taking.

Garrett went for the wet, warm center he craved most. He reached up and tore at my panties.

I felt his fingers brush the thin strip of hair I kept down there. He held my waistband in a tight grip, tearing it down my legs, gently hooking it around my ankles before hurling it across the room.

Now it was just me and those lips, my Sir and my most intimate flesh.

The tiger between my legs shoved his huge face between my legs. Strong vibrations from his throat growled against my wet, swollen lips.

One more lick launched me screaming to the stars.

My whole body puckered and unfurled itself for him. His strong tongue parted my folds, deeper and deeper, tenderly needling soft, pink tissue and filling it with lightning.

My taste and scent only seemed to drive him on. His tempo increased, darting up and down my folds ridiculously fast, leaving me shaking and begging for sweet relief.

When I squirmed too much, Garrett grabbed my legs. His tight grip wound around both ankles, pinning them to the mattress without mercy.

Fuck! He doesn't even need cuffs or chains to make me his prisoner – a willing one at that.

I barely had time to marvel over the thought. Garrett's licks climbed higher, spreading my cream outward, before he licked the sweetness down his throat.

The tip of his tongue found my clit.

Muscles buoyed up from head to toe like I'd been seized up in a twister. I shuddered, whimpered, moaned, and sweated as each heavy tongue flick fell on my swollen nub.

Before, it only made me swoon, burning as pleasure stormed through my nerves. Now, his strokes in my most sensitive places turned me into a wagging, screaming mess.

My thighs wanted to pinch themselves together. I wondered if I'd lose my mind in the frenzy, totally unused to this kind of pleasure. The wet, wonderful laps whirling around my clit were fiercer than anything I'd ever known.

And, no, it wasn't just an empty cliché.

This was real. So real. Every tense lick left me quaking, winding up my muscles with brutal energy a little more, filling them like bombs with explosive powder.

When orgasm hit, it was like the sun going off.

I wedged my hands in my hair, pulling as pure ecstasy ripped out my lips. Beneath Sir's hands, muscles jumped and twitched and tried to get away. The new struggles just made him hold me down harder.

His licks kept coming. I bit my lip, amazed one tongue could do so much.

Vivid. Wet. Infinite.

My sex gushed and throbbed against his mouth. My clit seized and ached like a berry ready to burst on his lips, especially when he pulled it into his mouth and held it amid his teeth. He'd taken the sweetest part of me, a hostage to his will.

And he wasn't letting go until he melted me to the core.

Lick after lick, orgasm approached. Then it wasn't a far off hum anymore, but a collision.

Convulsing, crying, begging, I lurched on the bed, as far as his grip would let me.

It was the only thing that kept me from soaring away forever. Huge tidal waves of fire rained across my body. Delicate steam sizzled up from my pores, hissing with gruff satisfaction.

I forgot to breathe.

When the maelstrom settled, he'd drawn himself up, hovering sweetly over me. I lifted my legs to brush his naked sides, grateful his hands weren't locked around my ankles anymore.

“I'll say it a thousand times if I have to, Jessie. You come beautiful.”

Garrett kissed my forehead. I pried my eyes open, savoring the warmth, alive and drunk on lust beneath him. Or was it love?

No orgasm had ever torn me up so thoroughly. An earthquake, a Jessie-quake created by his tongue, and still the aftershocks zipped through me. I couldn't have matched his sexual fury solo in a thousand years.

Sex and submission with him was a whole new world. I couldn't label it, couldn't define it yet.

I only knew I wanted more.

His lips moved down just in time. I leaned up, taking his lips, sighing softly as his tongue probed past my lips.

I found his strong neck, wrapping my hands around it for support. Garrett kissed me slow, deep.

Kisses that ignited the foundry beneath my waist, a new flow of wet, bright heat – a new itch in the emptiness within me.

It's time. I want to give this up to you, Sir.

Virgin body. Enchanted heart. The void in my womb, aching to be mounted, filled.

Take it all, Sir, and turn it into something beautiful.

Garrett's kisses picked up like a gale sweeping in across flatlands. I arched my back, turning my lips up, kissing him back, driven by my rising fever.

Each time he pulled away for air, my eyes went to his tattoos. They rippled over his shoulders, dark flames dancing on perfect peach flesh, forking out to consume me.

The sun symbol above his breast glowed, a bright halo shining with sweat. Or maybe it was just the reddish circle formed by rushing blood, hungry heat pumping in his veins.

Garrett shifted above me. He stopped kissing me and stared down, gently panting, his big chest rising and falling just above my soft, suckable nipples.

“You ready to be a woman?”

The stress in his voice made everything harden. I nodded, getting drunk on his heavenly scent – rich, spicy, and unmistakably masculine.

Surprise hitched in my throat when he moved between my legs. At some point, he'd kicked off his pants and boxers. He was naked, pressing that enormous bulge between his legs against my slit, hard as stone and ready to avalanche.

Garrett reached out for my hands. I surrendered them to him willingly.

They went high above my head, and then he applied his trademark pressure. We locked eyes as he began to roll forward, hips shifting toward mine like rolling mountains.

His cock slid into me. No, pierced me, shaking me open inch by wicked inch, all muscle and raw power.

The gentle lover above wasn't such a soft instructor anymore. He became a hardened, famished beast, marking my virgin depths.

Garrett plowed deep. He went deeper, deeper, pushing against my fingers as they twitched.

Something tore near my entrance, quick and sharp, but I really felt my walls rearranging around his fullness. Soft, slick velvet altered itself to accommodate a man, the perfect lover it had been waiting for.

He rolled on, filling me to my very depths. When he hit the entrance to my womb with his big head, he stopped, lowering his sweat slick face to mine.

“You okay?” He growled into my ear.

“Keeping going. Please, Sir,” I grunted. “I want this...so fucking bad.”

“Good. Couldn't stop if I wanted to, baby. Pull your legs around my waist and hold on tight. You only get to be broken in like this once, but fucking this good never stops. It only gets better.”

Garrett lifted his hips. I winced a little as discomfort blazed through me.

Flames of pain and pleasure mingled, smeared together to the point where I couldn't tell them apart.

I secretly vowed I'd work through it, no matter how much it hurt. I had to have this initiation, and the sharper tingle in my nerves told me the rewards would be incredible if I just kept it together a little longer.

My lips formed a tight ring as he pushed down again. My hips lifted to his. I forced myself to swallow him deep, urging him on, thinking only of his pleasure.

Sir grunted, loud as approaching thunder. “Holy fuck. You really
are
a virgin, Jessie. Nobody's ever felt this tight and wet around my cock. That's saying something.”

I smiled. Nobody could fake words like that. Just the encouragement I needed.

His thrusts quickened, dipping down into my depths, his whole throbbing length gliding along my intimate skin. Each jerk dampened the pain, leaving nothing but a sinfully addictive pleasure in its wake.

My eyelids slipped closed. Eyes rolled back into my head.

He turned the blackness vivid red and full of stars. An orgasmic rush like nothing I'd ever known surged up inside me, sudden and ferocious.

“Oh, God! Sir! What is this?”

“You're going to come on this cock, little Princess. Don't try to speak. Just let go.”

The feral tone in his voice said,
that's an order.
And I sure as hell wasn't going to disobey when exquisite sensations arced through my flesh, closing in around me from every side.

Garrett thrust on. Instinct forced my legs tighter around his body, a great weight slamming into me, a human piston grinding to my core.

I opened my mouth wider to scream. Nothing would come out.

My fingers curled up and scratched at his hands as my whole body convulsed. Pure fire burned through me, chaotic and uncontrolled.

His friction held a new frenzy. I silently screamed, helpless as the blaze made me wetter, hotter, and tighter, a spring preparing to jump into the heavens.

When the spasms began, they seized up hard, only letting go when my muscles were rattled to breaking.

“Take it! Come beautiful for me again, Jessie. Don't you fucking stop.”

Oh...shit! Is this my body responding to his touch or his words?

Orgasm surged, impossibly hot, longer and harder than any sane climax should've been. I never knew how many breathless minutes I spent pinned beneath him, the sharp creak of the bed beneath us growling in my ears.

This explosion re-aligned my body, making me his submissive at the basest level. His powerful muscles lurched against mine as he drove himself on, faster and deeper, throwing me into divine ecstasy.

Here, the stars had grown so bright, overpowering everything. A hot white void gnawed at every inch of me; white, purifying fire rending the old Jessica Casey apart.

When I opened my eyes and saw his rigid face, I knew I was different. My Master, my Keeper was slick with sweat, still throwing himself into me with everything he had.

My eyes flew open. That decadent agony below my waist started all over again as my overworked clit slammed into his flesh each time he sank deep.

“Use me, Sir. Use me for all your pleasure...”

What are you saying? This isn't like you, Jessie! He's going to come inside you without even wearing
a condom.

Another thrust of his swollen shaft swept away all reason. He rocked me harder, burying my resistance, fusing his hips to mine so hard my breasts flopped like ripe fruits.

Deep in the pleasure storm building in my loins, I waited. Waited for him to rupture, spilling his beautiful seed inside me, however risky and insane it seemed.

Safe sex? Sane sex?

No such thing with him.

This man took what he wanted.

If Sir wanted to throw me into an awestruck coma, making me come until I passed out? He would.

If he wanted to bust, hurling his seed into soft fertile spaces? He would.

If he wanted to own me until the end of my days? Oh yeah – he would.

He'd never, ever let me come to any harm. And the shamelessly addictive feel of him inside me, bare and up close, only sealed the deal.

His strokes became shallower, harder, tenser. The granite muscles beneath my ankles pressed back against my pressure, turning to pure steel beneath my feet.

Then the jagged, manly mountain above me split open.

Garrett lurched forward and punched into me. His head rubbed just beneath my cervix, ballooned, and erupted.

Come spilled inside me.

Huge torrents poured from his cock, a thick white lava heaving its way up to my womb. Above me, his face constricted into a primal mask, muscles contorting around his eyes and jaw as his body found the same bliss he'd given me.

I found a whole new layer of crazy, clawing fucking. And pleasure came with it – pleasure so rough, fast, and relentless it drowned me.

He's coming! Hard and hot and so deep!

His seed flowed on, a strong flood settling in my depths, real fire in every sense of the word. His magma would've burned if I weren't ready to take it, but my body was ready and waiting.

A whole new orgasm seized my flesh. It held me down, slamming me into the mattress again and again, working through my Sir above to reach my deepest, most vulnerable places.

Garrett and I grunted, rocked, and screamed together.

I was one with the inked gentleman and the merciless Dom for one glorious minute. I held on for dear life, a vessel for his come, my greedy cunt sucking at the fiery, potent ocean he'd released inside me.

A shaky groan brought me back to life. I watched Garrett's tattoos rippling as his orgasm slowed. He was undergoing the same tremors emanating throughout my body.

He slowly drew himself out of me, shifted over my limp thighs, and collapsed. But not without pulling me on top of him, guiding my hot cheek to the pillow of his breast.

“Welcome to womanhood, Jessie.” He 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.