Surrender

by HELEN HARDT

  But his groans told me I was doing all right.

  “Yeah, baby. Suck me. God, this is good.”

  I slid my lips back, teasing the head once again, and then slid them forward, taking slightly more. I grasped him at the base, moving my fist with my mouth. I sank down upon him again, relishing his moans and groans. His hand was still wrapped in my hair. Still, he was careful not to move my head. I almost wanted him to.

  I pulled backward for a moment and then used my tongue and lips to tease the underside, going down to his balls, nibbling and kissing. Again I inhaled his musky fragrance. Such a wonderful masculine scent. I nipped the inside of the thighs, giving him tiny kisses, and then moved back to his cock where I sucked him deeply once again.

  This time he did grab my head and pulled me toward him. He was careful, though, and I didn’t gag. Above me, he groaned, moaned, urged me on, my name a sweet caress from his lips.

  “Melanie… Melanie… Melanie.”

  His whisper enchanted my ears, spurring me on to take him deeper, ever so deeper, into my throat.

  He groaned above me and then pulled my head off of him.

  “No, not this way.” He pulled me to my feet and slid his fingers between my legs. “Are you wet for me, sweet Melanie?”

  I sighed. My nipples were hard little berries, my body coated in perspiration, my clit throbbing, and my pussy itching to be filled.

  “Yes.” He raised his fingers to his mouth and slid his tongue out to lick off my moisture. “So wet, baby. So fucking wet.”

  I bit my lip. Was I allowed to speak? I couldn’t help myself. “Stick your finger inside me, Jonah. Please.”

  “All in good time. Your pussy will get satisfied. But tonight I’m going to take you in that sacred place you’ve saved only for me.”

  My muscles clenched. He had used an anal plug on me before, and the sensation had been pleasurable. But his cock was so huge. I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

  “I’m going to lick the cream out of your pussy, and then I’ll get your ass ready for me. Get on the bed.”

  I did as I was told, climbing onto the bed on my hands and knees, hoping I looked seductive. I inhaled the fresh lavender buds. Hopefully they would help me relax, to get ready for what would be a big invasion.

  “Good, baby.” He gave my ass a quick slap.

  The heat from his stinging hand warmed me.

  “This ass is mine. Only mine. And I’m going to claim my prize tonight.”

  Chapter Forty

  Jonah

  My cock was hard and throbbing between my legs. How I wanted to plunge into that tight little asshole, but I had to wait. I had to get her ready for me first. This was too soon. I knew that in my heart. But I needed her ass tonight. I needed the control so badly. I needed to take what was mine.

  I gave her ass another slap, and the pink spread across her creamy skin like a wildfire taking a dried forest. The heat, the sting—I felt every bit of it in my own hand and my own body like boiling honey flowing through me.

  I inhaled, and her pussy juice wafted up—sweet pears and Granny Smith apples, sweet musky female. Sweet Melanie.

  I spread her ass cheeks and shoved my tongue into her cunt. She squirmed against me, groaning, moaning.

  “You like that, baby?” I said against her folds. “You like when I lick that hot pussy of yours?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Lick me, please.”

  I slid my tongue between her folds again, tasting her, sucking out that succulent cream. Then I slid my tongue up to that sweet little puckered hole that was mine. All mine.

  I lubed it up good with my saliva and massaged it with my tongue. She squirmed under me, moaning, groaning, begging for more.

  More I would give her. I grabbed a bottle of lube I had set aside and opened it. I poured some into my palm to warm it, and then I rubbed it over her little asshole. Again I massaged her with my finger. “Relax, baby. Relax.” I breached the tight muscle with my index finger.

  She gasped for a second but then relaxed. Her ass was still pink from the slaps, and although I longed to get in a few more, I decided it was best to concentrate on getting her ready for my dick.

  “So tight, baby. So tight around my finger.” I moved my finger in and out slowly. “I’m going to add another finger now, okay?”

  I stroked her gently…and then eased my middle finger into her tight heat.

  The graduated sizes of anal plugs sat next to the bottle of lube. I had given her a small one the last time. My intention had been to ease her in slowly, taking the medium, and then the large. But I couldn’t wait. I needed her now. I needed to take her, claim her, have her surrender fully to me.

  I grabbed the medium-sized plug.

  It would be a stretch for her, but she could do it. I had faith.

  “I’m going to use a plug on you, sweetheart. It’s a little bigger than the one I used last time, but you can do it.”

  Already she tensed up. I could see her cheeks clench, feel it in my fingers still inside her ass.

  “Don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you.”

  Although I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was chewing on her lip. Was I going too far? Should I stop?

  No. I needed her. I needed this submission from her, and I needed it tonight. She would tell me if I had to stop. I would, if she told me to. But God, I hoped she let me go where I needed to go.

  “Okay, baby?” I said.

  “Yes. Okay.”

  How I loved her. She was so good to me, so ready to give me whatever I needed whenever I needed it. I didn’t deserve her, and I couldn’t do this to her now.

  I removed my fingers.

  She turned and looked over her shoulder at me. “Jonah?”

  “I’m sorry. I’m not worthy of you, Melanie. I wasn’t thinking of you at all. Only myself. You’re not ready for this.”

  She turned and sat, facing me. She cupped my cheek and softly caressed it. “I’m ready for whatever you need, my love, whenever you need it. I am here for you, just like I know you’d be here for me.”

  I closed my eyes. What a wonderful woman she was. “I can’t.”

  She smiled at me. “You can. I want you to. I know you won’t hurt me. I know you’ll get me ready. I want to give you this gift, and I want to give it to you now, when you so desperately need it. That is the joy of giving to someone you love.”

  I placed my hand over hers still on my cheek. Her skin was warm, her touch soothing. “Thank you,” I whispered.

  She smiled again and returned to her hands and knees. “Take what you need from me, Jonah. I love you, and I’m here for you.”

  I kissed the small of her back and then reached for the lube. I warmed some in my palm again and massaged it onto her anus. She was already dilated a bit from my fingers, so I went straight for the medium plug. I nudged it against her. “This will be tight, baby. But relax, and you’ll be okay.”

  She inhaled and then exhaled slowly, and upon her exhale, I pushed the plug inside her. She inhaled quickly and then exhaled again.

  “Good. Just like that. You’ll get used to it.” I eyed the large plug still sitting on the bed. It was a far cry from the circumference of my dick, but I had faith. She knew how large I was, and she wanted to do this for me.

  And for that I loved her. Very much.

  I owed her so much, and one thing I could do for her while she got used to the medium plug was give her tight little pussy the orgasm she so richly deserved. I turned her over gently, pushed her thighs forward, and dived into her wet heat.

  She was so, so wet. I slid my tongue across her folds and lapped up her juice. So sweet and spicy and musky all at once. I nipped at her clit, and she moaned, arching against the lavender-scented bed. She gasped, clawing at the bed covers, the lavender buds jumping around as she gyrated.

  I thrust two fingers into her wet channel, and she clamped around them, her climax taking her.

  “Jonah, oh my. So good. My ass. I feel it in my ass.”r />
  “That’s right, baby. It’s good. Make it feel good.” I continued to suck on her clit as she soared higher. “You’re going to have many more orgasms before this night is over.”

  I turned her back over gently onto her knees. Her scent wafted up at me, making my groin tighten even further. The sight of the plug in her ass made me so hot, I wanted to yank it out and take her there. But I had promised I would make it good for her, and I would.

  I gently removed the plug and added more lube. I massaged around the rim with my fingers, murmuring gentle words to her.

  And then I picked up the large-sized plug.

  “Do what you did again. Breathe in, and then breathe out.”

  When I heard her exhale, I pushed the large plug into her ass.

  This time she gasped.

  “Easy, baby. You’ll get used to it. And once you do, I’m going to turn you over and suck on your sweet nipples. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Relax. Unclench. Let it happen.”

  She let out a soft whisper of a breath. Once her body became less rigid, I turned her over again, pushed her thighs forward so she wouldn’t be uncomfortable, and slid between her legs. I took one hard nipple between my lips and tugged on it.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  I twisted the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I sucked on the first. I sucked hard, the way she liked it, and she rewarded me with a groan, arching her back into me.

  “Your nipples are so beautiful, baby. So responsive. I could suck on them forever.” And that was no lie. Her body was gorgeous to me, the most dazzling thing I’d ever laid eyes on. I wanted nothing more than to worship her all over from dusk until dawn. And part of worshipping her was giving her all pleasures I could extract from her body, including a certain pleasure that was going to be wonderful for both of us.

  “Jonah, it feels so…good.”

  “I love your breasts,” I whispered against her soft skin. “I love every part of your body. But most of all I love you.”

  “I love you too,” she whispered. “So much.”

  “I want to move down to your pussy now, baby. I want to make you come again. But I want you to twist your nipples for me. Put your fingers on them. Make them feel good for me.”

  I slid down her soft abdomen, inhaled the musk of her blond curls, and then slid my tongue through her wet folds once more. As I watched, she took her tight buds between her slender fingers and squeezed them, sighing.

  “You look so beautiful right now, touching yourself. God, I love you.”

  She sighed again.

  I shoved my tongue into her wet cunt, and then I nibbled on her clit and inserted my fingers once more.

  I looked up at her again. She was so beautiful, twisting her nipples, pinching them. Her breasts were red, almost as if I had slapped them. I felt that red heat in my body, and my dick grew harder.

  I wanted to be inside her tight asshole, embedded balls deep. I almost came right then and there thinking about it. But no. First I owed her another orgasm.

  I rubbed my fingers against the interior wall of her vagina, finding the spot that made her go crazy. The G-spot.

  She tightened up as I flicked my tongue over her clit. And then the spasms began.

  I finger-fucked her harder, rubbing against her G-spot, and to my surprise, something sprinkled my face.

  She had squirted.

  Melanie had squirted. I had never made a woman squirt before, and oh my God, I was turned on.

  “Baby, that’s so hot.”

  “My God, Jonah. This orgasm… It’s like nothing else…”

  “You’re having a G-spot orgasm. Along with the clitoral orgasm. You’re squirting.”

  “Oh… I’m sorry…”

  “No, baby. It’s hot.” I rubbed against her spongy G-spot furiously. “Come again for me.”

  And she did. As though she were responding to my command.

  I had to have her. Soon. I was tempted to shove my cock inside her wet pussy and relieve myself, but I was determined to have her ass. This climax that was coiling up inside me was going to release inside that tight paradise. I continued to rub her G-spot until she finally started easing down.

  “Enough,” she said. “I… I can’t take…”

  I couldn’t help a small chuckle. “That’s the way I like you, baby. Sated. Unable to take one more ounce of pleasure. But I promise you, more pleasure is yet to come.”

  Chapter Forty–One

  Melanie

  That pleasure he was talking about… I knew where we were going next, and although I wanted this more than I wanted anything because I knew he needed it, I still couldn’t help being a bit apprehensive. The anal plugs had been painful at first, but Jonah had been right. I had stretched to accommodate them.

  But the only plug left was…him.

  And he was so much bigger and so much longer than any of the plugs.

  I understood it would hurt. I understood that the tight ring of muscle was the hardest part to get through and the pain would subside after that.

  But still, I trembled.

  I raised my head and looked at Jonah. His brow line was saturated with perspiration, his dark hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks. His chin and lips were glistening with my juices, as were his shoulders and neck. How much had I squirted?

  His eyes were heavy lidded, smoky.

  He was beautiful, yet that word wasn’t adequate. He transcended beauty as he looked at me. If only a word existed to adequately describe him. But language was limited. Magnificent wasn’t enough. Gorgeous, beautiful, handsome—none of them were enough.

  I hoped he could read what I wanted to say in the look I was giving him, in the love I was feeling as I gazed upon his strong and brilliant form.

  “I love you, Melanie,” he said, his eyes dark with desire.

  “I love you too, Jonah.”

  “I’m going to turn you over now. I’m going to take what I need from you. If at any time—”

  I stopped him with a gesture. “I want this. I want this as much as you do. It’s important to me.”

  He gently turned me over, my ass in the air, the large plug still embedded inside.

  “I’m going to take the plug out of you now, baby. I’ll give you a little more lube.” He sighed. “Do you have any idea how much this means to me? How much you mean to me?”

  I did know. I knew exactly how much it meant to him, because it meant the same to me. Was it anything I ever thought I would do? No. But I knew in the depths of my soul that I would enjoy it as much as he would, because I was doing it for him.

  I would do anything for him.

  I felt the tips of his fingers massaging me. I felt the moisture of the lube.

  And then the tip of his cock nudged at the entrance to my foreign place.

  “Do the same thing, baby. Breathe in and then out.”

  I complied, and—

  A scream ripped from my throat.

  His strong hands massaged my cheeks. “Easy. I’m in. All the way. You tell me when I can move.”

  “I’m sorry.” I nodded. “I didn’t mean to scream.”

  “It’s okay. I know I’m a lot to take. You will get used to me. I promise you, once you’re used to the fullness, this is going to be so much pleasure for you.”

  I wasn’t naïve. I knew people enjoyed anal sex. I enjoyed him fingering me. I had even grown to enjoy the plugs. And I was determined to enjoy this. It was a gift I could only give once, and I was so glad I was giving it to Jonah right now.

  He was doing this my way, even though it was something he wanted. He hadn’t bound me, and he had only smacked me a few times. He was being purposefully gentle, and while I appreciated it, I didn’t want him to feel like he couldn’t be himself, couldn’t do what he needed to do.

  After this first time, I would voice that. But not now.

  Right now, I focused on my body, focused on the fullness within me, willed
my body to accept the invasion, willed my body to feel the pleasure it was meant to feel.

  And once I relaxed, once I accepted that this was Jonah inside me—Jonah, whom I loved more than anything—the invasion began to feel…right.

  Wicked, yes. Forbidden, oh yes. But right. Dark and dangerous and right.

  Just like life with Jonah would always be.

  Dark and dangerous and right.

  “You doing okay, baby?” he asked.

  I unclenched my teeth from my lip. “Yes. You can move now. I want you to.” No truer words had ever left my lips.

  Slowly I felt him pull out of me, and then he slowly pushed back in.

  The burn. Oh, that glorious burn.

  “Again,” I said, my voice low. “Please. Again.”

  He pulled out and shoved back in a little more quickly.

  And oh my God, I tingled, my nerves racing throughout every cell in my body and somehow culminating between my legs.

  I was feeling it in my pussy. How was that possible? But I was. I was feeling my pussy get wet, I was feeling the need to have it filled, yet I didn’t want him to take his cock from my ass.

  Meanwhile, he pulled out and thrust back in again.

  And before I knew it, I was on the verge of yet another orgasm.

  How could this—

  “Oh!”

  “Good, baby?”

  I moaned. “How is this possible? After all those orgasms. How can this be?”

  “Because it’s you. Because it’s me. Thank you. Thank you for this. Ah!”

  Drops of sweat, presumably from his forehead, dripped onto my back, each one leaving a tiny bonfire in its wake.

  He stayed in me for a few timeless seconds and then withdrew.

  Oh, the emptiness.

  But I smiled to myself. I knew I wouldn’t be empty for long, and in my heart, the most important place, I would never be empty again.

  Jonah crawled up next to me on the bed and pulled me into his arms. “Thank you so much for that.”

  “Thank you,” I said back.

  “What are you thanking me for?”