Submission (Surrender Book 1)

by Tina Donahue

  She liked this. Who would have known?

  Even so, he didn’t want to share her with anyone. A goofy notion considering Cody and Tav had already ditched their underwear, their rigid cocks ready to play.

  Lucius didn’t mind because they were his friends and cared about Bree as much as he did. Whoever was outside this room wasn’t and didn’t. To them, she was nothing except entertainment.

  That didn’t sit well, his protective nature rising.

  She stroked his balls through his boxers.

  Lust kicked in. He fought it. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

  “Once you get naked, yeah. Aren’t you excited?”

  He was getting there with her fondling his junk. “Yeah.” He tore his underwear off.

  Sexy jazz played from everywhere, the sax low and seductive.

  Something whirred. The bed, rotating slowly.

  Floored, he pointed at it. “How did that come on? And the music?”

  She leaned against him. “The patrons control those things. The revolving bed gives them a better view of what’s going on. The music sets the mood. Everything reminds us we’re not alone. We’re displayed and performing for their pleasure.”

  Tav and Cody had already padded closer, listening to what she said.

  Cody frowned. “Do they also tell us what moves to make?”

  “They can.” She rested her palm on his chest. “Ignore them if you want.”

  “Hell, yeah.” Tav glared at his reflection in the mirror.

  The blue lighting flashed.

  Lucius lifted his head. “What’s going on?”

  “The patrons want us to start.”

  Fuck. She should have provided an instruction book for this. Never had Lucius felt as exposed while having sex and they weren’t doing anything yet. During college, he’d screwed with numerous girls at frat parties in full view of the other guys. At Mortganson, he hadn’t been a saint. But this…

  Bree was right. The weird atmosphere and the voyeurs added an edge, undeniably obscene and intriguing.

  His balls plumped, and his cock stiffened to a dangerous point. “Rubbers?”

  “Over there.” She pointed at a metal cabinet to the side, a sink, towels, and soap above it.

  Tav rushed there without anyone ordering him to do so.

  Lucius slipped his arm around Bree’s waist and pulled her down onto the bed. Together they tumbled onto the mattress.

  Cody climbed on next, followed by Tav.

  Applause broke out from behind the walls.

  Bree’s nudity, scent, and heat pushed everything else away for Lucius. Nothing mattered except them doing what he wanted. He crawled onto her.

  Tav shoved him aside.

  Holy… He wind-milled his arms, but still hit the mattress hard, his air whooshing out. A condom box sailed into his chest.

  Tav pitched the next one to Cody and dropped a container on the sheet, the manufacturer’s logo printed on the label, along with the product name and LUBE beneath it.

  “Wait.” She held up her hands. “One of you shouldn’t use a rubber.”

  That made no sense to Lucius. “Why not?”

  “The first time, we’re going to do this together. I want one of you in every opening.”

  His dick throbbed. Balls bulged

  Hurriedly, he sheathed himself, wanting inside her cunt, not her mouth.

  Cody had the same idea, rolling his rubber on fast.

  Fumbling with his packet, Tav growled.

  She looked at him. “I swear you’ll get your turn.”

  If Tav had wanted that, he should have been quicker. Having won, Lucius prowled toward her.

  She shook her head. “Lie down.”

  “No. Why?”

  “So I can climb on top.”

  Which would leave her anus for Cody. “You got it.”

  Cody muttered something beneath his breath.

  She gave him a pleading look, the same as she’d offered Tav.

  On his back, Lucius spread his legs, bent his knees, and used his most commanding voice. “Come here.”

  Eyes downcast, Bree straddled his hips, her inner thighs satin smooth and warm against him.

  His pulse beat so fast, each stroke slammed into the next. Waiting a second more to enter her wasn’t something he could tolerate. “Take me inside. Now.”

  Cradling his dick, she positioned the crown on her cleft then slid down, her cunt swallowing him.

  He lost his breath and curled his toes at her extraordinary heat and narrow passage, his cock straining against the sleek walls, demanding further entrance.

  She squeezed her pussy, narrowing her sheath.

  He liked what she did but thrust his hips, entering her fully, their curls touching, her ass snuggled against his balls.

  Her head fell forward.

  His spun faster than the fucking bed. He needed supreme will to speak. “Get down here.”

  Subservient to his desires, she lowered herself to him, their lips touching.

  He took in her breath and gave his to her, then kissed her deeply, the mask no longer bothering him, the spectators forgotten. She’d become his world.

  Their scents mingled, and bodies joined until he didn’t know where she ended and he began.

  Unable to slip her arms around Lucius, Bree gripped his shoulders, needing to touch him as much as she could.

  My God, the man was hung, his meaty cock straining inside her, his thickness nearly more than she could contain.

  He jerked his hips to make certain she served him.

  She couldn’t breathe, neither could he, both pulling their mouths free to capture air.

  A totally badass moment.

  The mattress shook, the mirror showing Cody crawling between her and Lucius’s legs, hand on his cock, pointing the crown at her ass.

  Tav blocked the scene, positioning himself in front, his dick aimed at her mouth.

  Her pulse sped, desire crashing over her, wave after wave crippling any resistance she might have had for them to take her so boldly and publicly.

  Raucous voices sounded from behind the mirrors, faint light bursts saying a few patrons had lit cigarettes or cigars—cameras and smartphones forbidden—as they viewed her nudity and subjugation to three men.

  Until tonight, she’d never been with more than one man at once. Hell, she didn’t even date much and never seriously.

  Yet here she was yearning for everything she’d run from and had never known.

  No wonder her patrons chose these rooms. She’d been missing out, although there wasn’t a chance in hell she would have done this with anyone except her guys.

  She loved each, always had, her heart in great peril.

  Didn’t matter while they were in here, indulging their fantasies—the only thing that counted.

  Hands planted on the mattress, she leaned forward and parted her lips to take Tav’s cock.

  He slipped the plump, silky crown inside her mouth, a remarkable offering.

  His salty pre-cum delighted her. She sucked him deeper, taking in his long, stiff column.

  Satisfied groans left him hungry for air he couldn’t gulp quickly enough.

  Cody gripped her hip and slathered icy lube on her anus.

  She shivered.

  He stopped and made huffing sounds.

  The mirror showed him blowing warm breath on the lubrication to ease its cold bite.

  Finished, he smeared the stuff on her anus and inside her passage, then pushed his crown against the tight ring, testing and teasing it.

  Her breath rushed out, her dizziness building.

  Tav cupped her face and rocked his hips, pushing his dick fully inside her mouth and throat, her nose touching his fragrant curls. Then he eased back until only his crown parted her lips.

  She licked the tiny opening in the head.

  He shuddered.

  Lucius pumped his hips, reminding her to tend him.

  Something she’d never forget, his siz
e cleaving her pussy. Slowly, she pushed up then glided back down, her cunt squeezing his dick, adding a thrill to their ride.

  His rasping breaths heated her chest.

  Cody dug his fingers into her hip.

  She stilled, giving him a chance to enter her too.

  He pushed his crown against the narrow ring.

  Helping, she relaxed as much as she could. Wasn’t easy. Tav pumped his cock into her mouth; Lucius pumped his into her pussy.

  Despite the lube, her opening stung slightly from Cody’s beefy crown, so big she feared he’d never get it inside.

  He grunted and paused, shifted and relaxed, taking care, not wanting to hurt her.

  He wouldn’t, and she lifted her ass as much as possible to let him know she was all right. She wanted this.

  He tightened his hold on her hip and pushed harder than ever, the analgesic in the lube cancelling out the initial sting. Jacquie’s idea.

  She deserved a raise.

  Cody’s crown slipped inside Bree, making his remaining journey easy as he thrust repeatedly until they touched.

  Filled completely, in a way she never could have fathomed, she savored them using and pleasuring her.

  As one, they worked her well, their moves coordinated—Lucius pumping his cock into her when Cody wasn’t, Tav enjoying her mouth once the others had stilled momentarily, each man’s dick growing harder, their breaths strained.

  Hers didn’t come any easier.

  On Lucius’s turn, he thrust vigorously and stroked her clit.

  Too much pleasure sluiced through her. She gasped around Tav’s cock, arms wobbling.

  Cody pushed inside. So did Tav. Lucius rubbed her nub faster and harder.

  She twisted the sheet and dug her nails into the mattress to anchor herself. Didn’t do shit. The bed revolved faster, or at least it seemed to, the room also spinning.

  The guys growled or grunted.

  Making sounds wasn’t a power she had at the moment, too enraptured to do anything except feel. Her pussy had never been as congested, the throb deep inside demanding relief, her nipples on fire, the sting matching the heat rising from her skin. Sweat clouded her eyes. She blinked repeatedly but couldn’t clear her vision. The mask was too hot, its lace scratching her cheeks.

  She pulled the fucking thing off and threw it aside.

  Tav made a pleased-pained noise, gripped her skull harder, and pumped like a man deprived too long.

  There wasn’t a thing on earth that could have convinced her to deny him. She felt bad about the mask, guessing it had irritated his skin as much as hers.

  Never again. Eagerly, she gave him head then steadied herself on one arm and cupped his balls.

  He choked and pushed her hand away.

  Lucius and Cody thrust hard and pumped relentlessly.

  She trembled, everything a blur, too much delight happening at once, confusing her as to what she should focus on. Her clit garnered the greatest attention, her ass and mouth a close second.

  Going with the flow, she wallowed in the best fuck ever, her eyes squeezed tight, cunt primed for her climax.

  It snuck near then crept closer, stealing her thoughts, turning the already amazing scene surreal. Breaths met, limbs tangled, hearts beat as one.

  Her pussy clenched.

  She shattered, flying into a zillion pieces that tornadoed around the room, obscuring everything in her path, leaving her soaring. A precious state she never wanted to lose, needing to freeze this moment and make it hers forever.

  Tav shouted, his cum flowing into her mouth.

  Cody stilled then yelled, his climax arriving.

  Lucius held off, pumping frantically.

  She released Tav’s cock.

  He keeled over.

  Cody pulled out of her and also toppled.

  Trying to catch a breath, she lowered her face to Lucius.

  His complexion had never been deeper, eyes wild, grin stretching from ear to ear.

  In another second, he’d explode, pass out, or come.

  His triumphant shout drowned out the music. Even the voyeurs’ thunderous applause couldn’t match his power or climax.

  Happy for him, she dipped to the side and fell over his leg, too pooped to do anything but lie there, afterglowing.

  Lucius stretched, taking more of the bed for himself.

  Tav yawned then shook his head, as one would when chasing away fatigue.

  Cody rolled off the mattress and plodded to the sink.

  The lights flickered.

  Lucius offered their audience his middle finger.

  She chuckled.

  Additional flickering, this faster.

  Will you stop? Her guys were hunks, not Superman clones. She bared her teeth at the mirrors, her reflection staring back. Oh shit. She’d forgotten she’d taken off her mask, lust rather than good sense driving her to do so. She could only hope no staff member watched in the crowd.

  Feeling shy, she scooted to the other side, which didn’t help since this room was essentially theater in the round. Face lowered, she searched for her mask.

  Cody had stepped on it, crushing the nose part.

  Limping slightly, he reached the mattress, his condom gone, beaded water clinging to his flaccid cock, a damp washcloth in his hand. “Lie down. On your stomach.”

  She’d never been so glad to bury her face in a mattress.

  With more care than she’d realized he owned, he parted her legs and tended her anus. The cloth proved warm, rather than cool, his thoughtfulness extending to the water temperature.

  Blindly, she reached for him and grabbed his wrist. “Thanks.”

  “You bet.” He leaned down, his mouth close to hers. “Does it hurt? Was I too rough?”

  “No on both counts.” She kept her voice low, as he had, to keep their audience from overhearing. “It stung a little at first, but once you were inside me, wow.”

  “Good.” He tossed the cloth aside, his lids sinking fast.

  She eased him to the mattress.

  Lucius already slept, Cody joining him.

  On his hands and knees, Tav inched closer, his dick mostly limp yet sheathed, hunger in his eyes, lids hooded.

  She wasn’t certain if his reaction was from passion or lingering fatigue. “You all right?”

  “Never been better.” He grabbed her ankles and pulled her across the slippery sheet until she was well away from Lucius and Cody.

  Kneeling between her legs, Tav stuffed his cock inside her cunt, the column stiff enough to do the job, though nowhere near where it had been.

  Whistles and applause sounded.

  His hard swallow bobbed the prominent ridge in his throat. “Once we leave this room, I want their names and addresses.”

  He was too sweet. “To pulverize them?”

  “To hack into their computers.” He’d dipped his voice another notch. “Then fuck up their portfolios.”

  She laughed.

  He stole the sound with an adoring kiss, short on passion, high on intimacy, snatching another part of her soul.

  When he eased back, she met his gaze, unable to do anything less. He had that power over her. So did Lucius and Cody.

  Cody’s snores grew loud as they had earlier, only this time he didn’t wake himself.

  Tav regarded her solemnly.

  She had no idea why. “What?”

  “Are you uncomfortable without your mask? Before Cody returned from the sink, you were trying to hide your face.”

  He noticed too much. “I’m good.”

  “Sorry he broke the thing. If you want, I’ll stay like this no matter how long we’re in here so no one gets a good look at you.”

  They already had. Still, she brought his face down to hers and kissed him tenderly. “You’re unbelievably nice.”

  “I thought I was being a prick in the BDSM room.”

  “You were, but it was seriously awesome. Whatever I said in there, forget it. I was playing with your head.” She smiled then lost
it. “Please don’t worry about anyone recognizing me. I don’t care who sees this.” She’d deal with the problem later. “Right now, we have other matters to address.”

  She squeezed her pussy around his cock, constraining his width and length.

  Tav held in a grateful shout. Even the sun couldn’t match her heat welcoming his dick.

  Weariness from his last orgasm evaporated, morphing into longing he couldn’t repress. When he’d drawn the short straw—again—and ended up with her mouth, he’d vowed to have her cunt next. No waiting for Cody to plow into her sweetest spot.

  It belonged to him and would until he was damn ready to relinquish the prize.

  Maybe by tomorrow afternoon.

  Big talk, but he was past needy, liking everything about her, even when she got moody and muttered cryptic shit or gave him the cold shoulder. For now, he’d mark it up to PMS. Once he left the club…

  Reality wasn’t something he wanted to dwell on.

  She was amazing: squeezing, warming, and loving his dick. A bona fide sorceress couldn’t have worked more magic on it than her pussy did, bringing the thing back to life, making it flourish inside her.

  “Someone’s turned on.” She winked.

  He liked the roundabout way she praised him. The teasing behind her words meant more than if she’d spouted poetry. He was a simple guy and always would be, no matter how much wealth he attained.

  No sane man could put a price on the woman beneath him, willingly inviting his cock inside, eager for him to delight her.

  If not for his stupid dick needing additional time to inflate fully, he would have fucked her until she screamed her approval and begged for more.

  Resigned to wait, he propped himself on his elbows and slanted his mouth over hers, the home he’d been looking for, the shelter he wanted, her kiss miraculous. It restored his strength and gave him hope for a better world.

  As long as she was in it and next to him.

  Refusing to consider another scenario, he appreciated these moments, her musky fragrance, heat, and silken skin, even nicer than the bedsheet and it was damn fine.

  They kissed like lovers who’d been together forever yet also separated too long, greedy for contact and touch.

  She stroked his back, caressed his hips and ass, then fondled his balls.

  Pleasure bolted through him, his cock fully charged and wiggling within her.