Page 1 of A Submissive's Gift
PROLOGUE
“Am I the only one seeing a pattern here?” The question came from the head of the table where Benjamin Dietrich was seated.
Helen, his wife of over a quarter of a century, looked up at him and smiled. “No, Sir. I do believe one would have to be blind not to notice that our children seem to be a bit… how should I put this?—”
“Horny?” Benjamin suggested.
“I was going to put it a bit more delicately.” Her words might have been polite, but her eye roll told the truth of how she felt.
Benjamin chuckled. “There is never anything wrong with stating the truth or being so in love you’re about to jump out of your skin.” Reaching over, he placed his hand over his wife’s, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. “We will see howdelicateyou are later when I take you across my knees and remind you that rolling your eyes at your Dom isn’t the best choice.”
As Helen blushed hotly, their eldest child, Logan, looked around the large table before returning his gaze to his parents. They’d became more than justhisparents over the last year. They wereseen as the patriarch and matriarch by everyone seated around the table. He grinned at them, feeling truly blessed he was part of a truly amazing family.
“Speaking of truth, I see it like this,” Logan began. “First, Bunny practically screams the word ‘no’ to her Daddy—which, as every sub here knows, is a definite ‘no-no’. Then, Ariel attempts to use her, um, shall we say ‘talents’ to bribe her Dom instead of trusting his impeccable work ethic, as well as accusing her brother of cheating when we all know he has unimpeachable morals. And lastly, Nancy not only interrupts a conversation, but she then attempts to accuse Bunny in some scheme to change a perfectly functioning woodshed at Haven. Gentlemen, I do believe our subs are all attempting to tell us something. Anyone want to guess what I’m thinking?”
“No guessing required. You’re right on target,” Garrett said. He slowly looked at each of the women. “Alpha note: Be prepared to spank, paddle, switch, or wear out the derrière of your own personal club member after their meetings. I’m not privy to what is discussed for hours on end, nor do I need to be to know that whatever it is has a very obvious effect on our subs.”
“An effect that I am more than happy and prepared to deal with,” Jason said.
“I vote with Garrett and Jason. Care to make it unanimous, Logan?” Craig asked, seeing Barbara squirming yet again on her chair, her eyes bright with a combination of amusement and desire.
“Absolutely,” Logan said with a grin.
“Only one problem,” Garrett noted, nodding at Elizabeth. “You correctly listed our subs’ transgressions, but Liz appears to be the token ‘good girl’ member of their club.”
Elizabeth’s smile was beautiful as she reached out to entwine her fingers with Logan’s before looking around the table. “If you need a spanking, or”—she ran the fingertips of her free hand slowly up Logan’s forearm—“anything at all, I suggest you simply be a good sub and follow my example.” She lifted her eyes to her Dom’s. “Please, Sir, take me home and spank my ass untilI beg for you to stop… and then love me until I beg for you to never, ever stop.”
The room was silent as Logan smiled down at her, lifted their linked hands to his mouth, and brushed her knuckles with his lips. “And, ladies, that’s the way to do it.” He stood and pulled Elizabeth from her chair, making her squeal as he bent to drape her over his shoulder, patting her backside as she giggled. Nodding his head, he looked around the table for the last time.
Elizabeth’s head lifted and she pushed the river of ebony hair away from her face. She gave them all as serious a look as she could manage from her upside-down position before she giggled again. “HOPEFULs, our meeting is now officially adjourned.”
CHAPTER ONE
Ariel was seated beside Garrett as they drove back to his house. She was almost trembling in anticipation of the remainder of the evening; her thoughts bouncing between the daily “reminder” she had coming and the endless ways this man could keep her begging for hours. When the car made a turn into a driveway, it took her a moment to pull out of her fantasies.
“What are we doing here? We just ate dinner,” she asked as he lowered his window to talk into the speaker beneath the menu board. “Seriously, Dairy Queen? How can you still be hungry?” Her heart stuttered as he turned toward her. The intensity in his eyes and the slight curl of his lips instantly made her pulse rate increase.
“Honestly, babe, do you ladies actually believe all we do is sit around and talk about sports?” Garrett chuckled and placed his order. After pulling the car to the next window, he reached over, popped the button on the glove compartment, and removed an item.
At the sight of the tiara, Ariel giggled. “Where on earth did you get that?”
“Odyssey Emporium. Seems they carry more than just Halloween costumes.” Garrett put the car into park so he couldturn to address her. “Jason has McDonald’s covered, and now, young lady, I am claiming the right toDrama Queen.” With that, he set the sparkling tiara on top of her head
Ariel’s mouth dropped open, one hand going to hold the crown in place as she burst out laughing at his deliberate butchering of the food chain’s name. “Drama Queen? You think I’m a drama queen?”
“Babe, I don’t have to think, I know you are—as does everyone else who has ever met you.”
While she thought that over, Garrett passed money through the window and took his order from the server. Turning again, he handed her a small strawberry shake. Before she could ask why a shake, he explained. “Ice cream cones are out, in deference to Jason, but you are going to need something cool.” The blue-steel color of his eyes darkened with the promise. “By the time I let you sleep, my queen, your ass is going to be one very hot mess.”
Ariel felt her panties flood with arousal at both his look and his statement. After the meeting, she and the other women had run up to her old room, delighted that a few boxes of clothing had yet to be taken to Garrett’s house. A soft giggle erupted as she wondered why she and her fellow club members had even bothered to don new panties. If her friends were experiencing anything like she currently was, and she had absolutely no doubt they each were, then all they’d done was ensure that, instead of one sopping pair, they now had another to add to their laundry hampers. Smiling, she opened her lips and attempted to take a taste of the thick shake. When nothing came up the straw, Garrett leaned over and traced her cheek with his fingertip.
“Good girl; practice makes perfect. By the time my cock replaces that straw between your lips, you should have mastered the suction of a vacuum.”
Ariel was quite positive her face turned as pink as the ice cream in her cup at the instant visual his words painted. Her eyes drifted down to see the unmistakable outline of his erection pressing against his pants. Needing something to cool the heat that was threatening to consume her, she made another attempt to drink. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew harder, this time successful as the cold ice cream slowly filled her mouth. Her nipples, now hard little buttons, felt tender where they rubbed against the fabric of her bra. She swallowed, giving the man who would never cease to surprise her, a silent promise of her own. The seductive expression she portrayed earned her a shake of his head and the sound of his groan as he plucked the cup from her hands, taking his own long drag of the cold treat.
“Shit,” he said, passing the cup back and moving the car into drive again. “Maybe we should try Chick Filet instead, since I am now planning on filleting the skin right off your sweet, little ass.”
“Oh, I don’t think so, Sir.” Ariel smiled around the straw between her lips as she reached up to adjust her tiara. “I have no intention of abdicating my throne. Look at all the bounty my title demands.” She held out her left hand to display the ring she still couldn’t believe she was wearing, the diamond sparkling even in the dim light. “First, the most beautiful diamond ring, which my fiancé designed himself. Second, a gorgeous, jewel-encrusted seashell that my incredible Dom uses to worship my body, and now a beautiful tiara declaring me his queen.” Reaching over to lightly trace the outline concealing the bounty she really craved, she looked up at him. “But, my king, I will admit, I can’t wait for something a bit warmer to fill my mouth.”
