Big Bad Dare: Tattoos and Submission (BDSM Erotic Romance) by Nicole Snow
ONE DARE. ONE DOM. ONE EVERLASTING LOVE.
Cupid strikes when Jessica Casey least expects it. Forever single, overworked, and really scared of pointy objects, Jessie can't believe she's collided with him.
The inked up Adonis in her friend's favorite tattoo shop dares Jessie to do the unthinkable: step into his back room for a tattoo of her own, or else spend one night on the town with him. That's not so hard...right?
Garrett Foster moonlights as a tattoo artist. In another life, he's Dom and co-owner at the Red Widow, an exclusive bondage club for exquisite tastes. Soon, Garrett has Jessie in his arms and on his private bench, lending a strong hand into submission.
He's never needed to possess a submissive so badly. She's finally found a man worthy of pushing every carnal limit.
But one innocent dare can domino dangerously with this Dom's dark past. Love beckons, but it won't be theirs unless Jessie survives a vile scheme crafted by Garrett's most fearsome rival...
Word count: 31,000+ word erotic romance novella.
“Just you and I now,” Garrett said.
He tipped the tumbler to his firm lips and knocked back his drink in one swig. I was only halfway done with mine, feeling it burning its way through my stomach and straight up to my brain.
“How about that dare?” He raised his eyebrows and slid in closer to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder once more. “I didn't just bring you to this place to talk. How about some one on one time, Jessie? Doesn't the Princess underneath get tired of everyone treating her like a good girl?”
“Sure,” I mumbled, licking stray liquor from my bottom lip. “It does get really old. Hell, even I'm getting tired of it. Just one night, I'd like to be a little bad.”
“Then you've come to the right man.”
I laughed. Drunken revery set in, making my arms and legs move with evil confidence. I reached for his collar and pulled.
Garrett locked his hand around my wrist. He tugged me in, kicking the table back, pulling me onto his lap.
Then those huge hands were on my back, blazing up my flesh, searching for the zipper to my dress. He tugged me closer at the same time he unsheathed me, drawing me in for a kiss.
His lips stroked mine. And I thought the fruity alcohol had a bite! His kiss arced past my lips twice as fast, hot and sultry, streaming straight to the ends of my nerves.
Everything inside me opened at once. My legs, my lips, plowing apart to make way for his tongue, his hands.
Garrett saw his opportunity and seized it. Ruthlessly entitled, without a shred of doubt.
His free hand caught the ends of my hair and tugged. He locked my head in place, pushing his lips harder into mine, flicking his tongue into my mouth and rolling its wonderfully wet length back again.
Or so I thought. His next kiss went much deeper, a full force imprint with tongue and teeth and strength.
I gurgled soft pleasure into his mouth. His tongue searched deep, seeking mine. When he found it, he held it down, sucking at my delicate lips, aiming his shocks through my flesh.
“What's the matter, Princess? Haven't you ever been kissed like that before?” He pulled back, staring into my sex starved eyes.
“It's been too long,” I lied. I wasn't going to admit that he was the finest thing I'd ever had my hands and lips locked around.
“And here I wanted to introduce you to something new. Maybe I still can. Stand up...”