Free BigBadDare by Nicole Snow Page A

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