Domination (Surrender Book 2)

by Tina Donahue

  Confusion welled in her eyes. “Why did you think it? Do I give off strange vibes or something? If I do, tell me. That’s not who I am.”

  He knew as much now and hated himself for doubting her. The only defense he had was the truth. “Given what I do for a living, there have been… uh… people—women mainly, but some guys too—who… aren’t exactly honest. You know, someone who wants to use me to boost his or her career or likes my wealth and wants to retire on it. So-called fans who claim I fathered a kid, which I didn’t, or forced sex on, which I wouldn’t, or—”

  “You poor guy.” Jacquie gripped his knee. “I didn’t consider how groupies behave. I mean, other than throwing themselves sexually at rockers.” She glanced to the side, growing pensive. “I guess that happens a lot, huh?” She slid her gaze to him.

  Conversation was way overrated, especially after sex. He would have killed for a nap and a different subject. “Yeah. It’s no different than men wanting to get in a woman’s panties all the time. Trust me, now I know what you ladies go through. It isn’t pretty.”

  Awe filled her face. “No wonder you had reservations about me. Or anyone for that matter. You must be lonely, not being able to trust anyone.”

  He was, but wouldn’t confess his feelings to her, so he shrugged. “Tell me about your novel. Will the action take place at Surrender?”

  She laughed. “Bree would kill me. I’ll have to think of a different name. And don’t worry.” She tapped his calf. “I’m not using rockers or your names. My heroes won’t even look like you. I wanted to take notes on emotions. Like you should when it comes to my reactions to this.” Her gesture took in the bed. “To use for your video and Andy’s lyrics.”

  Andy snored softly, Devlin loud and unconcerned. “Now? Can we wait?”

  “You’re tired, aren’t you?” She scooted to his side, eased him to the mattress, and brushed his hair off his shoulders. “You should sleep.”

  He didn’t want to now, but could barely keep his lids parted. “I’m fine.”

  “You’ll be better after you rest. Then we can continue.” She traced his tat. His pecs jumped. “How long will you need? Two minutes? One?”

  Her teasing boosted his ego faster than if she’d praised his singing and performances. That was the fake Max. With her, he preferred to be real. “How about ten?”

  “You got it.”

  “Come here.” He held her close, reveling in her heat and scent, content to listen to her breathe and talk. “Tell me about your novel. What you’ve decided on so far.”

  She did.

  Eyes closed, he listened, drifted, then conked out.

  Chapter 4

  Andy didn’t often best Devlin in anything, especially when it came to women. To climax after him rather than before—and have Jacquie praise his performance between the sheets—gave Andy more certainty than he’d had in years.

  He awoke refreshed, horny as fuck, and not wanting to share her—at least until they had some alone time together.

  Devlin’s snores rattled across the room, a buzz saw having nothing on them. Though quieter, Max was also out, mouth hanging open, arms and legs forming an X as if he parachuted to earth.

  Awake, Jacquie reclined near the mattress edge, face lifted to the glass ceiling, her nudity pale in the faint light, hair and bush dark, adding a delightful contrast. She resembled a sprite, not quite real, a fantasy girl he couldn’t resist.

  And wouldn’t.

  He rolled to her side, careful not to jostle the mattress.

  She turned her face to his and smiled. “Hey.”

  A perfect welcome he coveted. “Hi.” He smoothed her bangs. “Sleepy?” She didn’t look it.

  “I’m good.” She twisted to face him, hands clasped to her chest, her nose stud capturing the available illumination and winking it back.

  He liked how the gem looked and loved her sweet fragrance. More blood pooled in his cock, demanding his attention. He brushed his urges aside. Being within her heated cunt wasn’t the only thing he desired. Each passing moment intensified how much he enjoyed her as a person. She radiated intelligence, warmth, and understanding. She got him. Even better, she hadn’t asked about Max or Devlin. By now, other women would have bent his ear about the guys. Jacquie simply gazed at him, her lovely face offering approval for who he was, how he looked. Another surprise. “Thanks for bringing us here.” He spoke quietly. “Your idea for this gazebo was great.”

  Pleasure flooded her features, pinking her cheeks, making her even prettier. “Thanks. I enjoy coming up with stuff like this. Have you had any ideas for your new lyrics?”

  Tons, using her as inspiration. “I was thinking of making the lead song similar to what women read in romance novels. Abbreviated, of course. Like the brief recap on a paperback cover.”

  “The blurb.” She scooted closer, interest gleaming in her eyes. “You read romances—for ideas?”

  Never. “Ah, no—not that I’m against them. I probably should crack one or two since ninety-nine percent of our fans are female. I know most women like those stories.”

  “I do.” She stroked his collarbone.

  His skin sizzled. “Yeah?”

  “Uh-huh.” She played with his hair, wrapping a lock around her finger. “I have a confession.”

  He nodded, encouraging her openness, loving her melodious voice, both soothing and electrifying. “Do you mind telling me?”

  “Are you serious? Try and keep me from it.” She looked like a kid at Christmas. “I’ve wanted to write a novel for a long time. I’ve already started plotting one.”

  He already knew as much, having caught part of her and Max’s conversation. To use what he’d heard to get closer to her wasn’t the most honest thing he’d done, but he wasn’t ashamed either. Her comments, and how she treated him, made Andy feel worthy. He wanted to do the same for her. “Will it take place in the present or is it one of those way-back-when ones?”

  “You mean an historical.” She released his hair and stroked his chest.

  His balls plumped and his cock wanted inside her. Right. This. Second. In time. Sex was hands-down great, but these moments were wonderful too. “Is that what you’re doing?”

  “No. Mine’s going to be contemporary and take place in a club like this.”

  The catalyst that set Max off, making him snap at her, until she explained she wasn’t a user.

  Andy liked how she defended herself. Good thing Max had backed off and apologized. If he hadn’t… Ordinarily, Andy didn’t like conflict, but to protect her, he’d get in any guy’s face. “Have you had any new ideas for it tonight?”

  “More than ever. I can’t stop thinking. I wish I’d thought to bring my smartphone.”

  To take notes. He’d overheard that too but played clueless. “Why?”

  “So I can send myself a text with my ideas before I forget them.”

  “I have a phone.”

  She cupped his face. “Seriously. Do you mind if I…”

  “Have at it. You can send the text to your phone. Mine’s in my jacket pocket.” He gestured to his clothes. “Since you’re closer can you get it?” He didn’t want to crawl over her and chance waking the guys.

  “Sure. Thanks.” She hurried from the bed and dashed to his things, her step light, her high heels scarcely tapping the floor. Phone in hand, she returned and offered it to him. “I’m presuming you have a password, being famous and all.”

  She was too good for his ego and he was loving it. Tonight hadn’t only turned out fine, it was fucking miraculous. “My data’s harder to get into than the FBI computer system.”

  “Bull. The nerds on TV shows crack those babies in seconds, before a commercial.”

  Andy tapped her nose. “Only because they’re actors following a script.”

  She tittered.

  His heart trembled more than it should have, but he didn’t care, and wasn’t about to fight his feelings, no matter how fast they were happening. They felt damn nice and for onc
e he wanted to savor a great moment even if his happiness tanked later.

  Not wanting to consider such a thing, he unlocked his phone and gave it to her. “No need to rush, all right? Get everything down.”

  “That could take days.” She settled next to him on the mattress, her head on his shoulder.

  Sweet. “Want me to close my eyes?”

  “Nope.” She positioned the phone so he could see the screen. “I’d like your opinion. Tell me if I’ve come up with stuff no man would do.”

  He couldn’t imagine any straight guy saying no to her, no matter how outrageous her proposal. Her smile, laughter, voice, scent, and warmth would seduce a rabid conservative who hated anything sexual or fun. “Sure.”

  Her thumbs swept over the keyboard, ideas appearing at supersonic speed.

  He tried to read them but wasn’t fast enough. “Do you mind slowing down?” He cupped her breast. Her nipple peaked against his palm.

  She let out a breath and snuggled closer. “Sure. This better?”

  Marginally. “I liked your last thought.”

  It had already disappeared, new concepts taking its place, each more X-rated than the last. Giving him a new goal: trying out those ideas with her. He played with her nipple.

  Her breathing accelerated, thumbs paused. She looked at him.

  Their kiss happened before he knew it would, her tongue filling his mouth. He pulled her on himself, one hand on her ass, the other on her head, confining her so she’d never leave.

  A hoarse moan escaped her. She ground her pussy into his cock.

  He wasn’t about to stop her, except he had to and pulled his mouth free. “We need a rubber.”

  “On it.” She tugged her heels off, padded to the sink, and returned, her hands full. “Think these will be enough?”

  Andy pressed his face against his arm to muffle his laughter. Nodding, he grabbed a condom and sheathed himself.

  She’d already settled on the bed, taking care not to disturb the guys, and lifted her legs to him, her slit damp, folds plump.

  His lust soared at her invitation. A promise she’d kept—he’d have her as Devlin had.

  Enchanted, he positioned himself, his cock touching her cunt, their gazes locked, grins smug. “Ready?”

  “God yeah.”

  Her enthusiasm touched him in places he hadn’t known existed. He’d always been artistic, a sensitivity the kids in school mocked. She released whatever else he’d held back to protect himself.

  With her, there was no need for emotional armor. He could simply be himself.

  Elated, he entered her in one hard thrust, his cock buried to its root.

  Christ. His head fell forward at her intense heat and narrow cunt. Nothing life offered could prove better.

  She squeezed his dick, her contractions rhythmic and slow.

  Okay, what she did was amazing. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “Don’t stop what you’re doing.”

  “I wasn’t planning to.”

  They chuckled, their breaths meeting, both searching the other’s face. Acceptance, trust, and passion shone in her eyes.

  He figured his told her the same, his dick eager, his balls impatient to release their load.

  As a prisoner to his brutal need and to her, he thrust.

  Andy’s slow, easy side in and out of her thrilled Jacquie more than if they’d gone at each other like sex-crazed porn stars. That would come. For now, she relished his softer side.

  Still pumping, he kissed her gently and suckled her nipples.

  Heat engulfed her. Delight circulated from her pussy to her thighs, stomach, and points beyond.

  She drove her fingers through his tousled mop.

  He glanced up.

  “I love your coloring.” She’d meant to tell him earlier, but hadn’t the chance. “Your hair is so damn cool.”

  Shock crossed his face, then wonder touched by joy. He pumped harder, faster, and stroked her clit.

  Stunning pleasure rocketed from her nub down her thighs. She shuddered and pushed closer, needing the added attention he gave.

  Still teasing her nub, he propped her leg on his shoulder. The angle provided greater penetration and he took it, filling her to the brim.

  She lost what little breath she had.

  Once he’d switched hands on her clit, he lifted her other leg to his shoulder, opening her fully, his transformation from beta to alpha complete.

  Liking both sides, she squeezed her inner muscles around his dick.

  He shivered and pushed harder, quicker, while also tending her nub.

  It grew firmer and more sensitive, propelling her toward the edge, which was all right. No way did she want to delay release this time, needing completion now. Clutching his arms, she pumped her hips as best she could to meet him halfway, showing she not only wanted but required this.

  A crude grunt escaped him. He cupped her ass and rubbed her clit.

  They both gulped air and heaved it out.

  Perspiration shone on his smooth chest, his tiny nipples dark brown, pecs chiseled, abs so defined she could count them. A magnificent specimen.

  His hair wiggled on the increasingly quick thrusts, his complexion darkening.

  Hers too, if her heated face and throat were any indication.

  Lost in his masculinity, spellbound by his quiet charm, she yielded fully, captive to the act.

  Sounds flowed from him, the noises more animal than human, wondrous in their male power.

  Her cunt grew glutted, tightening around his cock. Or maybe he’d grown harder. She couldn’t be certain, knowing only that they fit, as she had with Max and Devlin.

  They weren’t her concern now. Andy was. She squeezed her pussy around his rod.

  His eyes rolled up into his head.

  She couldn’t have asked for a better response and wouldn’t stop unless he ordered her to do so.

  Keeping his pace, he stroked and pumped, thrust and rubbed, pushing them closer to the precipice.

  They soared over it then plummeted as one, his growls competing with her gasps, her cunt pulsating around his dick, her arms too heavy to keep up.

  She dropped them.

  Andy wobbled.

  Before he toppled over and pulled out of her—which she didn’t want—Jacquie lowered her legs and eased him to her, his head on her neck, his heated breaths grazing her throat. She finger-combed his damp hair and kissed his temple. “Gonna live?”

  He trembled then pulled in a deep breath. “Hopefully. What—” A yawn interrupted him. Finished, he smacked his lips. “What happened to the whistling and applause?”

  Other than Devlin’s loud snores, it was quiet in here. “The fog’s too thick. When the audience can’t see, the show’s over. Everyone left.”

  “Not everyone.” Max cupped her cheek and turned her face to his.

  She didn’t mind. Rough and untamed, he created quite the picture, his hair disheveled, his tat positively dangerous. She touched it. “Did you get this for your performances to look like a wild man?”

  “Huh?” Andy stirred, yawned anew, then dozed off.

  Max suckled her shoulder, wanting her attention.

  Eager to give it, she kissed his temple.

  He looked up. “Our agent suggested the tat. I didn’t mind, except for the pain.”

  “It hurt?”

  “Sure.” He straightened her bangs as Andy had. “The tattoo artist does use needles to get the ink under a person’s skin.”

  Ick. Piercing her nostril and ears was enough pain for her.

  “What’s this?” Max lifted Andy’s phone.

  She’d forgotten about it. “I was taking notes like I said I wanted to earlier.” She kept her voice as low as Max did his. “Ideas I told you about when you and I talked while you were holding me.”

  His cheeks colored. “I fell asleep on you, didn’t I?”

  “Oh hey, you’re entitled.” She traced his tat, making his pecs dance. “You were tired.”


  “I could have stayed awake. I should have. How did you get this?” He lifted the phone.

  “Andy suggested I use his cell since he had it on him.”

  “Huh.” Max’s features hardened. He scrolled down the screen and read, his eyes growing wider by the second. “Wow. These scenarios are something.”

  Andy fidgeted, trying to get comfortable.

  She coaxed him to the side.

  He rolled off her and settled face down on the mattress.

  She squeezed his ass then wiggled toward Max. “You like my ideas?”

  He kept scrolling and reading. “You ever try this stuff?”

  That was no answer. She cupped his chin and lifted his face, forcing him to look at her. “You don’t like my ideas?”

  “I didn’t say that. It’s just…” He tapped the screen. “Have you ever tried this?”

  She looked at the text. It concerned a punishment room in a secluded sex club, the men hot, the discipline tools ominous, the heroine wary yet also eager. “Not with you guys.”

  He lifted one dark eyebrow. “With others?”

  Not even close. She snatched the phone from him and tossed it on Andy’s clothes pile. Turning back to Max, she shoved him.

  He tumbled to the mattress. “Hey!”

  “Shhh.” She placed her finger on his mouth. “You’ll wake the others. I don’t mind, but I thought you might.”

  He gave her a grouchy look. “Oh, you did, did you?”

  “Guess I was wrong.” After giving him her sauciest smile, she slipped down and pressed her face to his thick curls, blacker than his other hair, wiry and fragrant.

  She pulled in his scent. Holy mother fucking… She could have stayed here forever, enjoying his musk and other assets.

  His cock rose hard and proud from his tangled curls, prominent veins dashing down the thickened shaft, the crown plump and ruddy, pre-cum pearled on the tiny slit.

  She licked it.

  His legs shot out and tensed. “No, no, no, no.”

  His vehemence stopped her cold. “Sorry. Didn’t know you weren’t into getting head.” She lifted his cock and sucked his ball into her mouth.