Surrender: Saving Setora Book 6

by Dark, Raven

  “That’s not fair, Master. It’s not fair.”

  “You’re not going to throw a temper tantrum, are you?”

  Maker, I had sounded like a child.

  “Master, you’re going to go to sleep like that? Frustrated?”

  “Oh, hell yeah.” He kissed my nose. My nose! “Good night, Setora.” He turned, found Grim walking down the hall and told him to escort me to Steel’s or Hawk’s room. Then he walked down the hall alone, whistling as he went and leaving me staring after him.

  Chapter 5

  Pillow Talk

  “What took you so long, Petal?”

  I was sitting on my bed putting new laces on my boots when Setora finally walked into my room. Grim gave a wave before closing the doors behind her. “Sheriff keep you busy?” I grinned.

  Her beautiful pink lips curved in a smile, but it didn’t mask the frustration in her eyes. The conflict there, one I couldn’t put words to, made me curious, though I thought I could guess at the reason for it. Almost anytime she was with Sheriff, he left her unsure which way was up or down.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting, Master.” She glanced over at the table on the other side of the room where Pretty Boy and Hawk were playing chess. “Are all three of you going to watch over me tonight?” she asked, a little too brightly.

  “Nope, just Steel.” Pretty Boy stood and knuckled his back. “This game is a lost cause as usual, so I’ll get gone.”

  “Is Hawk winning?” Petal smiled knowingly. She came over and cradled my face, planting her hot lips on mine before looking over at two of them.

  “He always wins at chess.” PB tugged his ponytail tighter and ambled over, pulling her into his arms.

  “And you’re a spoilsport, Pretty Boy,” Hawk stated simply.

  “He cheats, you know,” PB whispered conspiratorially, jerking his thumb at Hawk. “Pretty sure that’s supposed to be against his Yantu code.”

  “I do not cheat.” Hawk cleared the half-finished game off the board. “You just don’t know how to play.”

  Setora looked up at Pretty Boy. “Master, if he always beats you, why do you play him?”

  “Because. Sooner or later, he’ll fuck up and I’ll win.”

  “Never going to happen,” Hawk said evenly. He stood, strode over, cradled Petal’s face in his hands and claimed his kiss. “We were just waiting to say goodnight.” He patted her ass and she squeezed him close. “Come on, Pretty Boy, let’s leave them alone. She needs sleep.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Pain in the ass.” He chuckled and laid one on her mouth. His tongue made several appearances.

  Hawk opened the doors to the room but paused with a glance at me. “You need anything, Steel, give a shout. I’m just down the hall.”

  Hawk and PB left, closing the doors behind them.

  He meant if Julian showed up. I pushed the dark thought of that piece of shit aside as I finished lacing my boots and set them under the bed.

  Setora walked over to the table and straightened the chess pieces in the box, then wiped the table with a rag. She bent over, giving me a view of her perfect, fuckable ass.

  I hadn’t fucked my woman in weeks, not since Delta. I wouldn’t let Julian kill the mood when he wasn’t even here. Besides, I knew she had something on her mind.

  Setora had two tells when something was wrong. First, she wouldn’t look her men in the eyes, and she started cleaning things that didn’t need it.

  “Petal, get over here.” When she glanced at me, I patted my knee. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, Master. Do you want something to drink?”

  “No. Come here.”

  She dropped her shoulders and dragged herself over to me.

  “Sit your ass down here.” I patted my knee again.

  Instead of sitting in my lap, she slowly crawled onto me, sitting so that she straddled my hips. The position put my cock where I liked it best, right between her legs.

  “Look at me.” I cupped her chin and brought her eyes to mine. “What are you thinking about?”

  She shook her head, looking confused and lost.

  “Is it this shit with Julian?”

  “No, it’s not that.”

  “Then what?”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “Petal. Don’t lie to me.”

  She sighed. “It’s just Sheriff, messing with my head a little.”

  Ah. I understood her avoidance now. The General had pissed her off, and it wasn’t right for a slave to talk bad about one master to another. I smiled before I could stop myself.

  “What did he do this time?”

  Maybe it shouldn’t have tickled me, but I always got a kick out of it when he messed with her. He kept her on her toes better than the rest of us.

  “It…” She bit her lip. I could see it in her eyes, she didn’t know whether to obey me and tell all or keep quiet out of loyalty to him.

  “I’ll get it out of you eventually, so you might as well spill.”

  She heaved a breath and ran her hands along my chest. “It’s just that, sometimes it’s as if he’s two entirely different men. One minute I think I know him, that I’m getting closer to him. And the next, he’s so far away, I don’t know him at all. Why can’t he be like you?”

  “What do you mean, like me?” I raised a brow in mock offense.

  “I mean you’re predictable. Easy.”

  I sat up straighter, making a face. “Predictable? That’s a horrible thing to say.” Her face turned pink, and I grinned.

  “No, I didn’t mean it like that, Master. I mean, you’re so uncomplicated, Steel. I love that about you. Everything between us seems so simple and easy.”

  All joking aside, I knew exactly what she meant. I didn’t fuck with people’s heads like Sheriff liked to, and I didn’t bother wearing any masks like Hawk had to. Pretty Boy, the closest in attitude to me, wasn’t given to moodiness or the whole hot and cold thing Sheriff and Hawk had going on, but he was the wild one, and that made him more unpredictable than me. She needed the simplicity only I could give her now.

  “Well, Sheriff is a complicated man.” I rubbed her legs. “It comes with being the leader. Give it time. You’ll get to understand him better, sooner or later.”

  “I doubt it. He excels at keeping people at a distance.”

  “That he does. But it’s good for a woman to be kept on her toes.”

  Her eyes twinkled. “Sometimes that’s true. But not the way he does it. I don’t like being confused all the time. That’s one of the many reasons why I love you, Steel. I know exactly how I feel about you at every moment.”

  I massaged her waist, letting my heart secretly grow until it ached for her. “And you don’t know how you feel about him?”

  I read between the lines; what she was saying rang out clear as a bell. If she didn’t know how she felt, then it meant she felt something. Something other than the slave’s loyalty.

  “Yes, I do. I’m livid with him one minute and dying inside the next. It doesn’t make sense.”

  “I don’t think love is supposed to make sense. Love is some crazy shit, Petal.”

  Her eyes widened at the word love. “It isn’t…I don’t…”

  “You do. You love him.”

  Her eyes flashed with annoyance. “Can we not talk about this anymore?”

  I chuckled.

  “Don’t laugh! It’s not funny,” she grumbled. “He left me all frustrated.” She squirmed on my lap in a way that left no doubt as to which kind of frustration Sheriff had left her with.

  My cock jerked between her legs. I raised my brows at her. “What did he do to you out there, Petal?”

  She bit her lip again.

  I slid my fingers between her legs, stroking her pussy through her soft, silk pants. Wetness coated the cloth. My balls drew up tight. “Ohh, you’re still wet. Did he fuck you right there in the hall?”

  “No,” she said miserably. “He didn’t, that’s the problem. And it didn’t start there
. He started on me in the dining hall. Right in front of everyone.”

  “Ha, so that’s what PB was laughing at.” I flopped back on the bed and howled with laughter.

  “Master, don’t laugh.” She tried to pout but instead fought off a smile. “I don’t know how no one else caught on besides Pretty Boy.”

  I laughed harder. She slapped my chest, which made me burst out all over again. When I caught my breath, I trailed my fingers down over her stomach, stopping just above her pussy.

  “What did he do to you?”

  “You’re going to make me tell you?” Her eyes begged me not to press, but they were also filled with lust.

  “I am.”

  “He almost got me off. Twice.”

  “How?” I took her wrists. “Show me how.”

  “Show you?” Her eyes lowered with embarrassment. The need in them had my cock raging hard.

  “Yes. Pull your pants down and show me how he made you come.”

  She froze. “Steel. I—”

  “Master, Petal.”

  I liked when she said my name at certain times, but in my bed, I wanted her submission. I wanted her to know I owned her, to hear it in her words.

  “Master. I’ve never done that before. And not in front of a man.”

  “You’ve never gotten yourself off?”

  She shook her head.

  I felt a surge of satisfaction hearing this, in knowing only her men had ever given her pleasure. I sat up and slid my hands over her backside, loving the curve of it in my palms. Loving the way she arched her back for me.

  “Good. I don’t want you to get yourself off unless we tell you to, and right now I want to see you touch yourself.”

  Her hands trembled, taking the laces of her pants between her slender fingers. She started to pull the ties loose, but stopped, her eyes dark with uncertainty.

  “Come on, now. You just said things were easy with me.”

  “They are.”

  “Then do what I tell you. If I have to pull your pants down, there will be hell to pay on your ass.”

  Her chest shook on a breath.

  She untied the laces and loosened the waist while I undid the strings on her top. The top fell away, leaving her plump, firm breasts perfectly bare in the room’s torchlight.

  “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Her voice was a rasp. She shimmied her pants down to her hips and slid her fingers between her legs. Down between her already wet lips.

  “I can’t believe we’ve had you this long and none of us has had you do this yet.” I massaged her breasts and flicked her nipples with my thumbs, watching them turn to hardened points until I noticed her fingers had stopped, motionless on her pussy. “Don’t stop. Show me what Sheriff did.”

  She licked her lips. Her fingers trembled again as she slid them in a slow up and down motion between her pussy lips. Wetness glistened on her fingers.

  I imagined it was my mouth there, or my own fingers, but I didn’t allow myself to help her, even when my cock felt like it was going to punch a hole through my fucking pants.

  “Good girl. Let me see you make yourself come.”

  “Sheriff didn’t let me come, Master.” Her fingers stroked faster, her inhibitions sliding away.

  Wicked glee made me smile. “Then you won’t come now. Did he get you close?”

  She panted and nodded, rocking her hips.

  Fuck.

  “He put you right on the edge, didn’t he, Petal?”

  Pant. Nod. Her fingers strummed faster.

  “Both times? At the table, too?”

  “Yes…”

  “Did he put his fingers inside you? Did he fuck you with them?”

  She nodded. Her throat worked, her whole body shaking with the effort to keep from coming.

  I grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away just before she went over.

  “Master, please don’t do that,” she mewled. “I was right there.”

  “I know. What did you do, Petal?” I let a hint of accusation touch my tone. “What did you do to make him torture you like that?”

  “I didn’t do anything, Master. Please, I’ll go crazy like this.” Her eyes were wet. I growled in pleasure. She was so desperate to come, she was almost crying.

  “You did. You must have, if he did it twice.”

  “But I didn’t.”

  Sitting up, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth just long enough to make her moan, still holding her hands away from her. “You teased him, didn’t you?”

  “No.” I could hear her smile.

  I moaned around her other nipple, teasing it with my tongue. “Liar.”

  She groaned and arched her back. “Oh, Maker, you’ll drive me insane.”

  “Serves you right. Fucking teasing a man like you do.”

  I knew damn well she hadn’t teased him at all, but I liked playing this game with her. “I should make you suck me off and then put you to bed just like this, without your pleasure.”

  “Master, no. I’ll do anything, please don’t do that to me.” She pulled at my hands, trying to free hers.

  I lifted my head. “Anything, Petal?”

  “Um.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “You’re not playing fair, Master.” Her eyes were pure lust.

  I lifted her off me. “Strip and lay on the bed on your stomach.”

  She swallowed. “What are you going to do?”

  “Clothes. Off. Now.”

  She slid her pants off while I set a pillow in the middle of the bed for her. I stripped, leaving my clothes scattered on the floor.

  When we were both naked, I nodded to the bed.

  Setora climbed on but looked over her shoulder at me while on her knees. She looked incredible like that, on all fours, with her gorgeous ass bare, her soft pink pussy lips peeking out from between her thighs. Long violet hair draped over one slender shoulder, her purple eyes filled with need and a hint of uncertainty.

  “Are you planning on punishing me? For teasing Sheriff, Master?” Her voice pleaded with me to tell her all the wicked, nasty things I would do to her for her mistake.

  Fighting off a smile that would have ruined the whole vibe, I strode forward and grabbed a fist full of her hair, just hard enough to make her wince. “Yes, Petal. I’m going to make you pay like the whore you are. Lie the fuck down.”

  By the moan she let out, I could tell that, if she’d been the cussing kind, she would have cursed up a storm. The sound nearly had me ripping open my pants and shoving my cock into her mouth, but if I did, I wouldn’t last long enough to do half of what I wanted to her.

  She lay across the bed with her head on the pillows; the pillow I’d put in the middle of the bed ended up a little higher than I wanted, under her stomach. I grabbed the ends of it and yanked it down, putting it squarely under her hips. Petal turned on her side to look at me, her eyes nervous.

  What did she think I was going to do, whip her ass? That was Sheriff’s thing, not mine. I went to the nightstand where the cuffs still sat and dangled them from my finger, holding them up for her to see.

  Her pupils dilated. Her pink tongue flicked out to wet her lips. My cock throbbed.

  The unsettled light in her eyes didn’t disappear.

  Maybe she thought I was going to fuck her ass. A nice idea, but right now, I wanted my cock where Sheriff’s fingers had been. A savage need to finish what he’d started made my blood race. I knew he hadn’t held off because he couldn’t have finished, but some animalistic part of me chose to see it that way.

  “Put your hands on the headboard,” I commanded.

  Setora gripped the bars in front of her, burying her face in the pillow. Man, I loved these barred headboards. They were great for nights like this.

  I opened the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a second set of handcuffs. Hawk had put the extra pair there in case we had to bind her feet as well as her hands while we slept. I went to the head of the bed. Her head snapped up
and she watched me cuff one hand, attaching it to one of the bars. On my way to the other side of the bed, I gave her ass a slap and she whimpered.

  Her violet eyes tracked my movements as I cuffed her other wrist to the headboard, her breathing harsh enough that I could hear it.

  I feasted on the sight of her, naked and helpless, her ass bared for me. All for me.

  “I wish I had a spreader bar,” I said moving to the end of the bed to watch her squirm into the mattress. “But this will have to do for now.”

  I crawled onto the bed, kneeling between her legs and running my hands up along her thighs, over her ass, then along the feminine curve of her back. She rubbed herself into the pillow under her hips, not seeming to realize what she was doing.

  “Problem, Petal?”

  “No, Master.” Her voice shook. She tugged on the cuffs, making the chains clink.

  “Relax, Petal. Be good to me, and you’ll enjoy this.”

  Her head turned to the side. “And if I’m not, I’ll be sorry? Is that what you’re telling me?”

  I bent over her and slipped my hand around her nape. “If you’re not, you’ll spend the night making me come and end up going to sleep without yours.”

  She went slack and laid her cheek on the pillow. The compliance made my blood rush with part satisfaction, part hunger.

  “Good girl.”

  I ran my fingers over her pussy, teasing until she wriggled into my touch.

  “Don’t move,” I ordered.

  She moaned but went still.

  “You’re so fucking wet.” I slowed my strokes. “So eager for my cock, aren’t you?”

  She nodded and panted, every muscle in her body tense.

  “Say it. Tell me how much you want my cock.”

  “I want your cock, Master.”

  “Where?” I slid my fingers deep inside her pussy, feeling her clench around them. “Tell me where you want it.”

  “Inside, Master.”

  I almost chuckled at the way she clung to her propriety. “Inside your pussy. Say it, Petal. You’re a biker’s property, not some fucking lord’s high-class virgin. Say pussy.”

  “I want your cock in my pussy, Master.”