Free BigBadDare by Nicole Snow

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