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  DEDICATION

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  About the Author

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  An Agitated Gentleman

  The Submission Series Book Two

  J. Richards

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  An Agitated Gentleman

  Copyright © 2015 by J. Richards

  ISBN: 978-1-944138-08-0

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  First Etopia Press electronic publication: October 2015

  DEDICATION

  This book and its prequel are dedicated to my husband of eight years. We’ve been through many highs and a few lows, but through it all we have always remained a team. When one is weak, the other becomes stronger to carry the load of both hearts beating as one.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Vicki leans her elbows against the high top of the counter in front of her. The slick polished oak feels cool to the touch. The atmosphere in the bar is dark and crowded. Again, she looks at the door. Where the hell is he? Gavin had texted her late this afternoon instructing her to meet him here, dressed in something “super-hot” and without panties. It still amazes her that after six months of being together he can still make her feel like this. Excited, nervous, unsure, and yet completely cared for all at the same time. She runs her fingers over the screen of her phone. No missed calls or texts. She lets out an aggravated sigh. It isn’t like him to be late.

  “Another one, Miss?” the bar tender asks, his gaze leering over her body. His hair is long and looks as if it would be sticky if she touched it. His green eyes are dull and faded like he has been in this line of work for far too long.

  “Please.” She smiles politely. A few young girls crowd her section of the bar and she glares at them. Stupid people, having fun while she is waiting and waiting. She huffs and spins the stool to look over the tiny space.

  The bar opened about the same time last year that she opened her little clothing store, Country Chic. The people of Highland, New Hampshire, including herself, were fiercely trying to build up the local businesses, saving its occupants from all of the driving that simple necessities required a few years ago.

  The small town now had this fun after work hangout, her little store, Gavin’s amazing gym, and she had been hearing talk of a grocery store in the works. Wouldn’t that be the icing on the cake! Not having to drive to the next town for ingredients to fix dinner every night.

  Lifting her margarita glass, Vicki presses the rim to her lips and sips the tequila concoction. Being her third, she can barely taste the alcohol anymore, and her lips tingle pleasantly. A couple in the corner is making out, the man’s hands gripping the woman’s tiny breasts. Hers ache for Gavin’s palms. Damn it! Where is he?

  Tossing back the rest of her drink, annoyed that she is still waiting, she decides to use the restroom while she has the chance. If Gavin isn’t here or hasn’t texted by the time she gets out, she will call a cab and just go home. She slips her ass from the stool and the room tilts a little. Whoa, maybe she should have stopped at two. Her hands fly out in an attempt for balance, and she giggles at the way she must look.

  Her black cocktail dress hugs every curve of her body, tying around her neck and leaving her back completely bare. The skirt’s hem meets her mid-thigh and creeps up her legs with every step. She grabs the ends of the material and yanks the skirt down, the effort making her hunch her body to keep from displaying her naked ass. The dress’s deep V-cut gives a delicious peek at her ample cleavage. She teeters on her five inch black pumps, trying to make her way to the restroom. A pair of hands grab her shoulders.

  “Hey there, you need some help?” A very familiar-looking man peeks down at her while his hand keeps her upright. She knows she has seen him before but cannot place from where.

  “Um, no. Nope, I am good.” She smiles up at him and tries to get her feet to start walking again. A little bit farther and she’ll be in the dark hall that leads to the ladies’ room.

  The man keeps his hands on her shoulders and his eyes search her face. “Don’t drive, OK?”

  Such a mom! Vicki claps her hand on his big shoulder.

  “I won’t!” She holds two fingers up with a smile. “Scouts honor!” She gives him a wink and brushes his hands off her shoulders. Geez, these people! Small towns equal nosey little fuckers.

  Looking down, Vicki watches her pretty shoes make their way across the hardwood floor, her shoulders bumping people as she goes, like a human Ping Pong ball. Finally the room pinches closed into a small, dark hallway. An old payphone sticks out from the right wall. She wonders if it would really work or if it’s only for décor purposes.

  The small, hanging lightbulb at the end of the corridor flickers and then goes out. With a heavy sigh, she enters the darkness. The sounds of the bar seem to fade the farther she gets into the narrow hall. From out of nowhere, a huge hand clamps around her throat and grips her tender flesh tightly. The even bigger body that follows the hand pins her to the wall, pressing against her ass so her hips and tits are smashed into the panel. A gasp is pushed from her lungs from the force of the person behind her.

  “Don’t make a sound,” a rich, deep voice whispers into her ear. All her sudden panic melts away. The voice belongs to Gavin. Her pussy contracts, and her arousal begins to leak from her cunt. The fingers at her neck tap softly and she nods her understanding. His thumb presses against the end of her jawline, her chin tips up, and she can feel his erection between her ass cheeks. His other hand squeezes between her ribs and the wall to cup under her breast. His hold tightens along the underside of her heavy breast and she moans softly.

  “You look so fucking hot in this dress,” he growls over her shou
lder. His hips thrust against her ass. “See how hard you’ve made me? Let’s see if you are just as excited, shall we?” His hand slides around her body and down to her hip. Reaching from behind her, he strokes her inner thighs. “Open for me, dirty girl.”

  Her feet jump apart at his demand. Her breathing has picked up, her lips parting slightly. Gavin’s hand moves up and down her toned thigh. His thumb scrapes across the crease between the top of her thigh and her bubble butt. So close to where she desperately wants him, but he is taking his time, as always. His way or the highway.

  The web of his hand brushes across her wet pussy lips and she shivers for him. A slow chuckles rolls off his tongue, and she knows how much he is enjoying her torment. He carefully traces his forefinger down her pussy’s seam, making sure not to give her the friction she desires. His fingers continue between her cheeks until the pad of his fingertip traces her tiny pucker. Her body tightens and she tries to flatten even closer to the wall.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he scolds her. “Who does this body belong too?”

  “Y-you,” she stutters.

  “Then why would you think it acceptable to pull away from me?” His finger traces the ring of muscles that is her anus.

  “I’m sorry,” she whimpers, her need and discomfort colliding in her brain. She turns her cheek to rest it against the cold wall. She can see people walking past the opening, but none seem to notice them. Her belly tightens at the idea of someone catching her like this. And yet, her pussy gets wetter.

  Gavin releases his grip on her throat; his fingers gather her hair, pulling it over one shoulder to bare her neck to him. A groan sounds in her ear and she trembles again. His teeth sink in to her trapezius muscle at the same moment that he pushes two fingers into her drooling pussy.

  She bites her lip to keep from screaming in sudden pleasure, and her toes curl in her heels. His fingers fuck her fast and hard. He removes his teeth from her flesh and lets his tongue make a slow swipe over the skin, which she knows is quickly turning the colors of a new bruise. His mark, a state of claim over his possession.

  “I can’t wait to have my cock here.” His fingers press deeper, stirring her pussy until she is panting for release. He kisses up her neck. “Do you want to come, kitten?”

  “Please, Sir,” she whispers breathlessly. “Yes.”

  “Not until my dick is filling you. Do you understand?” His thumb slips up to graze over the top of her clit. At this point in their relationship she knows this game well. He denies her while pushing her limits until she breaks. Silently, she vows he will not break her, not here in this hallway.

  “Yes, Sir,” she answers, shutting her eyes tightly to squeeze out the exquisite feeling of his skilled and knowing fingers. His long, lean fingers work in and out of her as he nuzzles her neck. The rough and gentle actions again throw her mind into confusion. Her pussy walls contract, and she knows she can’t hold on much longer. Thankfully, he doesn’t let her slip into the no-return zone. She gulps in air as her body begs to be back on top of the peak, wrestling with the need to come and the wish to obey his every command.

  He pulls his digits slowly from her body, rubbing them on her inner thighs before lifting them to his lips. He sucks at her juices drenching his fingers. A deep male groan of appreciation rumbles within his sculpted chest. He grabs her shoulder and spins her so that her back is now to the wall. The sudden movement makes her tipsy world shift. She reaches out for him to balance herself, but he doesn’t allow her to. He places both hands on her shoulders and pushes until her back sinks down the wall and her ass rests on the heel of her shoes.

  She looks up at him, slightly confused, until his hands pull open his belt and slides his zipper down. Oh! She licks at her lower lip, waiting for him to pull out her prize. Her eyes are glued to the ridged shaft as it appears. His hand strokes along the flesh-covered pipe and she whimpers.

  “You want this dick, don’t you?” he asks while caressing his cock with slow motions, as if he has forever to tempt her. Like they weren’t in the hallway to the restrooms in a crowded bar.

  “Yes.” Her palms come to rest on his thighs and she leans a bit closer to the object of her affection. She looks up again and Gavin’s sexy grin meets her. He taps his swollen cock head against her lower lip. Precum drizzles out to gloss her lip and he grunts.

  “Open.”

  She does and he grinds his dick along her tongue until his crown stabs at the back of her throat. She swallows around it tightly and receives a moan from him in return. One of his hands is around the base of his dick and the other slips up to tangle in her red hair. He fists the soft locks and pumps her head up and down his shaft while he thrusts in counterpoint.

  Her tongue pokes and stabs at him, fighting his cock for space in her mouth. She feels him twitch and she knows he is close. She seals her lips around the solid length of his cock as he controls her movements. Hollowing out her cheeks, she sucks tightly, and his cock jerks and shoots rope after rope of hot seed down her throat. She moans in pleasure at the taste of him. Her eyes meet his and his hand lets go of her hair, skimming down her cheek to cup her jaw. He pulls from her lips slowly, as if it pains him to do so, and tucks his cock back into his jeans. He buckles his belt and helps her to her feet.

  Once she is standing before him, he crushes his lips to her swollen ones. The taste of her still lingers on his tongue and she sucks at it, mingling his taste on her tongue with the hints of her arousal on his tongue. He pulls back a fraction and bites at her lower lip, tugging gently before he places another quick kiss on her mouth before stepping back fully.

  “You are so beautiful.” His knuckles brush down her flushed cheek again.

  “Thank you,” she whispers, the throbbing in her clit only worse after having him in her mouth.

  He smirks and tips his head to the side. “You were on your way to the rest room?”

  “Oh, yes.” She rolls her eyes, the forgotten need rushing back to her now that it has been mentioned.

  “Go. I don’t have to remind you that your orgasms belong to me, and you are not to touch yourself other than what is necessary. Correct?” He pins her with a stern look.

  “No, Sir. You don’t.” She tries to smile, but she knows he can tell it’s forced.

  “When you are finished, we will have a drink with Smith. He has been waiting to meet you formally.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Once behind the bathroom door, Vicki sighs out all of her wild emotions. The man could knock her soul loose if he so desired. She hurries to use the bathroom and washes her hands slowly, scrubbing until soapy suds cover her fingers. She rinses and dries, then steps back to look over her body in the reflection.

  Cheeks flushed, eyes wide, and pupils dilated, she looks like a woman in need of a fat cock and an even bigger orgasm, which is exactly how she feels. Again she yanks down the hem of her dress, wishing she had panties to cover her naked pussy. She is so wet for Gavin that she fears her desire will soon be visible as it leaks down her inner thighs.

  She ruffles her fingers through her hair, trying to bring back the volume from when she left the house. She bites into her lip. Better quit stalling. If she takes much longer, she has no doubt that Gavin will burst through the door and tease her poor body into even more of a frenzy.

  She walks back through the hallway, a small smirk breaking across her face as she passes the section of wall that Gavin had pinned her to. She looks around the crowd and finds her lover in a small circle of men, laughing and joking as if it was an everyday thing for him to fuck her face in public. She wishes that she could be as collected as he is.

  She squeezes through the crowd until she stands at Gavin’s side, linking her arm through his elbow and waiting patiently for him to acknowledge her. Some women might find the inner workings of their relationship demeaning, but she couldn’t care less what other people thought. Being by his side or kneeling at his feet was the one place she was most comfortable. A place where she was slowly discovering he
rself through her submission, knowing her own heart by giving up all her worries, fears, and concerns for Gavin to take on. Only feeling what he wanted her to feel. It was the best relationship she had ever been a part of.

  His strong arm folds around her waist as he continues the conversation with his friends, those large fingers splaying out over her hip in a possessive gesture. One she loves. She looks up at his profile and her tummy flutters again. Just his smile can make her pussy drool. As if her glance summoned his attention, he looks down at her. With a sexy smirk, he leans down to kiss at the side of her neck where her shoulder meets. Right on top of the bite mark he left moments ago.

  “Victoria,” he says. Her name on his tongue sounds so delicious. “This is Smith. He was with us the night we pulled you from the fire.” Gavin’s eyes meet hers as if to judge her emotions about the topic. She turns from his hold and wraps her arms around Smith’s neck.

  “I couldn’t thank you enough,” she says, forcing the sincerity of her words to resonate through her hug.

  “I was happy to do it.” He gives a chuckle as he gently moves her from his body with his hands on her shoulders. She smiles up at him and takes two more steps backward. Her ass meets Gavin’s hips, and she looks over her shoulder to him. He gives her a small nod as if to convey he is proud of her for facing the memories of that night one more time and not letting them rock her. “I’d offer you a drink, but from the unstable way you came through here a bit ago, I imagine you have hit your limit,” Smith teases her.