by Kitty Thomas
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Undress and go lie down on the bed."
In the middle of the room was a circular bed with a thick red duvet on top, and lots of pillows.
"Has anyone ever filmed you before?"
"No, Master."
"Good."
Julie peeled off her shorts and T-shirt and sprawled on the bed while Gabe adjusted the camera and moved it in closer to her.
"Spread your legs wide for me."
She did, and Gabe finished setting up the camera. Then he joined her on the bed and pulled out a tube of the dreaded cream.
"I-is what we have special?" Julie asked. She couldn't help herself. The thought had been rattling around in her brain almost since the moment she'd accepted his collar. He never flaunted the girls he trained in front of her, and he'd no doubt ordered them never to say a word to her about being with him, likely on pain of a dungeon session with Brian, but he was still with all those other women.
"Julie. I don't love those girls. Sure, I enjoy training them. I like the physical sensations that come with it, but it doesn't mean anything. It's not you. They get trained, and they go."
"Do you get attached to them?"
"No. But if I did it would make no difference. You are mine and you will always be mine."
As long as what they had was special, the other girls didn't matter.
"Now I have a question for you. What if I never allow you to have an orgasm? What if I torment you with the possibility every day for the rest of your life and never let you come?"
It hadn't fully occurred to her that might happen, partly because she had grown to believe he cared for her, so of course he wouldn't do something to her that would harm her over the long term. But as much as she wanted to find the completion at the end of arousal, she hardly knew what she was missing since it had never happened to her before.
Finally she said, "Then that would be your right and your decision."
Gabe smiled, a deeply satisfied and almost smug smile. "Good."
He opened the tube and massaged the arousal cream into her clit and around her labia. She felt the effects within minutes. Each time it was as if she had a temporary amnesia and forgot how intense her need was. Fuck what she'd just said. If he didn't let her come, she was going to die.
Gabe went to a refrigerator across the room and opened the freezer. He took out a piece of ice that had been frozen into a phallic shape and had a stick attached at the end to hold onto. He returned and sat next to her while she whimpered and writhed.
He slid the ice inside her, slowly pumping in and out. She was so hot inside that it started melting on contact. She couldn't be bothered by how freezing cold it was, because it was penetration and contact, and though she wasn't going to come like this, it was almost as though it could scratch the smallest amount of the urgent itch.
He withdrew the ice and disposed of it across the room. When he returned this time, he had a thin metal dildo and lube. He didn't need lube. She was dripping wet and needy. Anything would slide in and out of that hole with ease.
But then she realized it wasn't meant for that hole. If she wasn't half-mad from arousal, she might have tried to squirm away or plead with him. She might have been more scared. But in this heightened state, it sounded exciting.
"The one virgin hole," he said with a nearly demonic glee. "Get on your hands and knees and offer that stunning ass to me."
Julie scrambled onto her hands and knees while Gabe coated the anal toy with lube.
"Relax," he said. Then he inched the toy inside her ass.
Julie found herself pushing against it, seeking deeper penetration. She quickly discovered that the effects of the cream made any touch or penetration in that general area feel like a welcome balm to soothe the ache the smallest amount.
He started to slowly fuck her with the toy, and she moved with it.
"Good girl. Remember you're on camera. Perform for me. Moan. Really sell it."
She'd forgotten for a moment about the camera. Gabe was sitting slightly to the side of her, giving the camera a clear unobstructed view of her ass and pussy.
He moved his other hand between her legs and dipped a finger inside her. "You love having your ass fucked. I've never seen you this wet."
All she could do was moan as the toy slid in deeper. Finally he stopped and the distraction was gone. The only thing left was the throbbing need between her legs.
"All right," he said. "You have my permission to beg."
"Really?" She was so grateful she didn't have the chance to consider that maybe he wanted her to beg but might leave her unfulfilled still. And yet, every time his cock was inside her mouth or her cunt, she felt fulfilled. Every time she knelt at his feet in anticipation of the next thing she felt fulfilled. Every time the flogger came down. Every toy that penetrated her. Every thing he did. Every look. Every caress. Every shower together. All of it was fulfilling.
And yet.
"Well? I'm waiting." Gabe sat in a nearby chair, his legs open, inviting her to kneel between them.
She climbed off the bed and crawled to him. She rubbed her cheek against the bulge in his jeans like a cat begging affection. "Please, Master, please let me come."
He reached down and squeezed her nipple painfully hard. "Cry for me and beg again."
The tears came easily. "Please let me come, please, I beg you."
He chuckled. "Good girl."
Gabe led her to the back of the room. There was a bondage bed back there, basically a high flat table of sorts that was black leather padded and had various metal attachment rings all around the perimeter.
There was a spot in the middle of the table that had a raised platform with a large attached metal dildo.
"I think you know where I want you," Gabe said. He went to get the camera and set it up again to capture the new location.
Julie got up on the bondage bed and straddled the artificial cock. She sank down on it while Gabe went to take a toy out of one of the large boxes in the room. He pressed a button on the side of the bed and the dildo started to fuck her. She dug her fingers into the leather of the bondage bed, bracing herself against the onslaught. The longer the fucking went on, the more insanely wet she became.
And though she was sure that the cream should be wearing off by now, the effects only seemed to get stronger. Gabe got on the bed behind her and pushed a button on the side of the toy he'd brought with him. It was a small round thing with a handle, and it was vibrating.
Gabe pressed the hard vibrating ball against her clit and massaged it around in a circular motion. It felt slippery from her arousal.
"Now let yourself go, and come for your master."
All at once that thing that kept building inside her started to race to a crescendo. The pressure built and built until she thought it was going to kill her, and then it burst and exploded into the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt. It went on and on in wave after wave as she gripped the leather harder. A scream tore from her and then morphed into a deep, guttural moan. But Gabe still moved the small vibrating ball around her clit, and the attachment on the bed still fucked her.
Finally, her arms wouldn't hold her anymore, and she fell forward. Gabe turned the toy off and pressed the button on the bed to make it stop, then he gathered her up in his arms and held her. He pressed kisses along her neck and face and then whispered in her ear, "You should have been grateful for the way things were. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me not to make you come anymore."
But she knew she would only beg if he gave her permission.
If you enjoyed Surrender, you may also enjoy these books in the same world by Kitty Thomas:
Broken Dolls (Brian and Mina's story)
Guilty Pleasures (Michael and Vivian's Story)
Other titles by Kitty Thomas you may enjoy:
The Con Artist
Comfort Food (my most popular title)
For full title list please visit kittythomas.com.
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Acknowledgements
Thank you to the following people for their help with Surrender:
Robin Ludwig @ gobookcoverdesign.com for the stunning cover art and for going above and beyond in getting it to me so quickly! I really appreciate it!
Thank you to Michelle for beta work and copyedits!
And thank you to M for digital formatting! Love you!
