Surrender to More

by Rachel De Lune

  “Jess, I’m sorry for what I said to you earlier. I was in a particular frame of mind and then seeing you… It’s difficult to explain.” He scratches at his stubbly beard.

  I’m suddenly aware I’m wearing only my pyjama top and bottoms. It feels more personal than the provocative dress from earlier. “You said you didn’t want to see me again.”

  “No, I didn’t. I said I didn’t think you should come back to Solace.”

  “So, I could see you outside of Solace?”

  “Yes. If you want to see where this could go, you’ll have to understand what I want. What I need. I’m not sure you’re ready for that.” His fingers brush across my cheek and down to my chin. My breathing falters. “You know I have a mean streak. I like to inflict an element of pain. It isn’t always physical. It can be mental as well. I can say or do cruel things. Earlier you received some of that cruelty. I shouldn’t have directed that at you.”

  “Are you always cruel, or is it just when you have a scene?” I’m trying to understand where things lie between every day Luc and the Luc I’ve seen at the club.

  “No. Sometimes I can be quite charming. That can be fun. Playing nice to make the sub anticipate when things will turn.” He captures a stray strand of hair, one of many that refuse to stay tidy. He’s edged closer to me and it quickens my pulse.

  “Show me. I won’t know until I’ve tried.”

  His eyes narrow on me, and I shrink on the inside from the force in his look. He pushes me against the hall wall then dips his head, telegraphing his intention to kiss me. My arms wrap around his neck, eager to feel his lips on mine. No sooner than his mouth touches mine, he captures my wrists and uses them to keep me in place against the wall. His throaty growl sends a dizzying tremor through me and heat floods my body. His fingers dig into my wrists and grip tighter.

  “Do you know about domination and submission? Do you know what I mean when I want to control you? To have you do exactly as I want, when I want it?”

  “Yes... Some idea... Please...”

  “Saying please will certainly help you. Now, do you want to play this my way? Will you do as I say? This is where the trust comes in.”

  “Will we have sex?”

  “Oh baby, if you say yes, then I'm going to fuck your tight little body until you can't walk. I'm going to put my cock where ever I choose.”

  No one has ever talked that way to me before, and all I can think about is giving all of my body to this man. My clit aches, and my pussy is wet from my thoughts and Luc’s command.

  “You've gone all quiet. Not so sure, are you, Princess?”

  “No, I was hoping you wouldn't mind that I'd soaked my knickers thinking about sex with you.” I'd never heard my voice so thick with lust. My body vibrates with the anticipation of what could happen between us. It cancels out my fear.

  “Fuck, woman. This was not what I wanted when I came here.” He drops his head to rest on my forehead.

  “No, then why did you come?” I nip at his lower lip, testing how far I can push him.

  “I told you, I wanted to apologise.” His smoky voice oozes sex, and I’m a mess of hot desire. Even as he says the words, his hand slides inside my pj bottoms and between my legs. “Hmm... So wet for me.” His first touch is torturously good, sliding over my flesh like silk. Without pause, he thrusts two fingers inside of me. “And so snug. You're going to be a good girl and milk my cock for me, won't you.”

  “Yes, god, Luc. Please…”

  “Last chance. This is going to be rough, hard, and all on my terms.” His words fade out over the rush of blood in my ears. My climax is building so fast I can feel the muscles in my stomach shake.

  “I'm going to come!” I gasp and he snatches his hand away before he tips me over. “Arms above your head. Keep your legs apart.”

  I rush to obey, eager to feel his fingers in me again. He pushes my cotton t-shirt over my breasts. I can feel how tight the nipples are, straining for their own attention.

  “Pretty and pink and ready for me.” Luc rolls both nipples between his forefinger and thumb, squeezing and pulling. Each tug, each bite with his nail, sends a bolt of electricity to my clit. Before long, I can feel the sweat build on my skin, my arms shuddering with the need to move them.

  “Good girl. But you’re not ready, yet. I want you to beg.” I know it won’t be long before I do what he wants. He dips his head and bites down on my nipple. It’s harsh and rough, and god I like it. He palms my left breast, squeezing and fondling while flicking the right with his tongue. My back arches off the wall and my hips try to find some friction to help my wanton pussy.

  “Please, Luc. Please, touch me. Fuck me. Do what you want. I want it. I want you. Please, please. God, I want you.” The words stream from my mouth, a constant plea for Luc to grant me my wish. I’ve never felt so desperate to be fucked, never felt as turned on.

  “Take your bottoms off.” I shove my pyjamas and my knickers off, and wait for further instruction. “Good. Now, spread your legs and put your arms back over your head.”

  I widen my stance and stand with my arms above my head. I watch Luc undo the belt of his trousers, his top button, and then fist his cock. The slow glide of his hand up and down his shaft has my eyes transfixed.

  “Like what you see?” His hooded eyes asses me as he continues to pump his cock.

  “Yes. Luc, I want to touch you. I want to move.” My fingers itch to crawl over his skin and hold his cock.

  “No, Princess. I warned you. This is all on my terms.” His hand pulls a condom from his pocket. I don’t care he assumed I’d be a foregone conclusion and would need one. Instead, I say a prayer of thanks that he did. He tears the wrapper and covers himself.

  He closes the remaining inches between us and runs a finger through my wet folds. His touch sets every nerve screaming for more and my head falls back against the wall in pleasure. I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance and he lifts my knee to wrap around his hip. He thrusts. Hard. He lifts me off the floor, slamming me into the wall, and pins me with his body. His force knocks the wind out of me, and I’m stunned by his dominance over me. His hands cradle my arse, and my legs wrap around his waist, keeping him buried deep inside of me. He flexes before he pulls out and slams back in.

  “Arrr… Yes!” His treatment of me is rough and aggressive. If this is what Luc is like, I want to experience it, and to my joy, my body responds passionately in return.

  His head dips, and he sucks at my throat. His teeth sink in, and it feels like he’s biting through my skin. Heat floods to my pussy, and Luc growls as I clench around his cock.

  “You like a little pain, Princess. You’re so wet even my balls are covered in your juice. I can’t wait to taste you.”

  “Please… make me come. I’m so… close.”

  “I can feel you, Princess. You’re going to squeeze my cock so good.”

  “Oh god!” My tremors start and I squeeze my legs around Luc’s waist to pull him closer. I want every inch of him to push me over. “Yes… more… yes…”

  Luc pounds into me harder, and it’s enough to make my pussy contract and my vision blur as my orgasm spikes and storms through me.

  My limbs loosen, and I rely on Luc to hold me as I bask in the euphoria. As I come around, I can still feel Luc thick and hard inside me. He’s stopped pumping and is rotating his hips to draw every last pulse from me.

  “Where’s the bedroom?”

  “Upstairs. Door on the right.”

  He pulls out of me and carries me up the stairs. Kicking the door open, he barges inside and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce and sit up on the bed to watch him. He flicks the light off and then starts to undress. Button after button, he reveals a sculpted chest and muscled abdomen. With his trousers and boxers off, I get a good look at him. Adonis wasn’t far off. He’s chiselled and athletic without being too muscular. His cock is thick and still rock hard.

  Luc removes the condom then climbs onto the bed and pulls me bac
k between his legs and against his chest.

  “Now, put your arms up and around my neck and keep them there. I’m going to play with you for a little bit. Find all those places that make you squirm.” After the incredibly intensive orgasm from a moment ago, my arms feel like cooked noodles, and I struggle to keep the tension in them. I grip my own wrist and will them to stay.

  His hands run over my body. He covers me, his hands firm and sure as he caresses my stomach, my thighs, my neck. His fingers settle over my nipple and squeezes until I try and escape the pain by twisting against him. I feel his cock pressing into the base of my spine, and I arch away from his touch. It doesn’t work. I merely let him know how he’s affecting me.

  Tiny echoes of my orgasm re-kindle under his harsh touch. “Mmm, your tits are gorgeous, and you like me playing with them. We’re going to have some fun.” He moves one hand down past my belly button and zeros in on the tiny nub of nerves, still swollen and tender from his earlier fucking. He pinches my clit at the same time as he twists a nipple between his fingers.

  “Arrr.” The pain crests but is replaced with pleasure as he softens his grip and strokes my clit, pushing a finger deep into me.

  “I’m glad your pussy is bare. I can see your needy clit and your puffy lips. You’re enjoying this, Princess. Has anyone ever talked dirty to you before?”

  “No,” I pant out. “Not like you.”

  “Good.” He bites down on my shoulder, making his point, and I try to pull away, but his hand covering my pussy anchors me to him. He assaults me with sensations. New feelings begin to bubble up to the surface. The focus, time and care he’s taking makes me feel… special and connected to him. I want to do as he asks and experience more. I lock my wrists tighter together and force myself not to break the hold he’s asked me to keep.

  His ministrations continue for what seems like an age. His fingers toy with my clit, my breasts, my thighs. There isn’t an inch of skin within his reach that he hasn’t touched or marked. Both of his hands spread my thighs as wide as they will go between his legs, and he starts teasing me. His fingers wander closer to my pussy and then skim over my clit. The slow and tortuous build up has left me sticky with sweat, and it only adds to the heat building between us as I press against his chest.

  “You’re gonna come for me, again. Remember, you don’t move your arms.” He bites my ear lobe, punctuating his command and I moan. He’s worked me to the point I’m delirious. I’m drunk on Luc’s touch.

  His gentle teasing turns firm and ruthless. He pushes two fingers inside me and curls up to rub at just the right spot to get me squirming down on his fingers for more.

  “Come, Princess.” I buck and grind as much as I can while my arms are locked around his neck.

  “Yes… Yes… Luc!”

  “Good girl. Do you have any lube?”

  “Top drawer,” I answer feebly, exhausted from two body shattering orgasms. He releases my arms and reaches into the bed side table.

  “Kneel up, show me your hot pussy.” I crawl forward and up onto my knees. His hand caresses my flank before I feel a cold, wet sensation at the entrance to my behind. I tense up and shrink away from his touch.

  “You said wherever, baby. I want you to feel me all over your body after I've left. Tell me to stop and I will. We haven’t gone over the rules yet.”

  “No, please... Just, be gentle.” My initial mortification dies with his continued touch. For a reason I’m not able to focus on right now, a deep part of me wants to give him everything he wants from me.

  “No promises, but we'll start slow. Climb over my body and suck my cock. I'm going to warm you up for me.” He lies down, and I eagerly settle myself over him facing his feet. My bottom is right in his face. I focus on lowering my mouth over his hard cock, licking and sucking as I go. His finger gently pushes past the ring of muscle that resists him, and I try to relax my shoulders. As his fingers push and pull, I push him deeper into my mouth. As he gets faster, so do I. I feel wanton, brazen, and completely free of inhibitions. I’m simply enjoying what he’s doing to my body and what I’m doing to his.

  “Hmm… Hmm.” I moan around his cock, getting greedy to show him the pleasure he’s giving to me. His finger has worked me open. He adds another finger, scissoring them to relax me further. He adds a third and I allow it, swallowing him deep down my throat.

  “Stop! Now keep that gorgeous arse in the air for me.” He moves and kneels up behind me.

  I know what's coming. I’ve never been keen to try this before, yet after scarcely a few hours—was it hours—I was doing this with Luc. I hear the rip of a foil packet and then feel the fat head of his cock between my cheeks and I breathe through the worry of him fitting. My heart ricochets around my chest as I try and calm down. The sex, the total dominance he’s enforced, has put me into a lustful haze where I want everything he choses to do. He pushes forward, slowly. I still tense, but he continues to press forward.

  The burn of the full sensation is almost too much. It’s uncomfortable and I want to fight against the intrusion, or at least adjust to it. He reads my thoughts, stilling once he’s seated deep inside me and begins to caress my back. The contact relaxes me and melts the tension away. He takes his advantage and pulls out before thrusting back in.

  I grip the duvet, not able to control the nerves firing through my body. It’s too much pain, yet it feels good. I latch on to the pleasure and the pain dissolves.

  “There you go.” His praise is the final piece I need to give up the last of myself and allow him my body with no more hesitation.

  He takes long, leisurely slides and then builds to a harder pace. He pulls my body up so I’m arched back against him. He's not as deep and seems to want to slow things down. He bites and sucks at my shoulders, something I’m fast realising he likes.

  “I want to mark your skin. I want to make it red and glow for me.” He wraps a hand around my waist to find my clit and starts to play again.

  “I want to strap you down and flog every inch of you. I want to see how much pain you can take, and then reward you with my cock. You'll be so hungry, you'll eat me up. You'll beg for what I give you.”

  “Yes... God, yes. Please. I want that. I want all of that.”

  “Come for me Princess.” I do. I let go and fly as Luc releases me to resume pumping into my now compliant and climaxing body.

  “I can still feel you coming, Princess. I fucking love that,” he growls. My mind begins to check out. I’m blissful, exhausted and beginning to ache. He doesn’t stop though. His grip on my hips intensifies, and his own moans of pleasure escape his mouth.

  I usually like to take charge in the bedroom. Guys normally need a helping hand to get me off. Five minutes with Luc and I’ll let him do anything to me, as long as it involves him fucking me.

  He finally comes and stills inside of me.

  I stir in bed and stretch leisurely like a cat who’s been sitting in the sun all day. An easy contentment fills me as the memory from last night surfaces. I roll to the side and open my eyes to an empty pillow beside me. My heart contracts with disappointment in my aching body. I sit up and look around the room and find nothing. No sign of Luc. Tears start to sting my eyes, and I fight them off, determined not to let the hurt break through.

  I’m having a stupid, girly response, that’s all. I reach for my phone but the creak of the door halts me. Luc stands at the door. He has a dirty smile on his face and comes around to my side.

  “Assumed I’d left without saying good bye?”

  “Maybe.” I flop back into the bed, not wanting Luc to see how shaken I am. I always do the leaving as a pre-emptive move to protect my heart.

  “I need to head home. My number is on the side. I’d like you to call me.”

  I look over to see a scribbled note on top of my phone. I turn back to Luc, but he’s already left.

  Princess,

  Thank you for last night. I meant what I said, if you want to see where this will go, we have a lot
to talk about. Last night was about the first steps towards trust and a whole lot of pleasure. Here’s my number. I want to see you again, preferably not at Solace until we’ve discussed things.

  Luc

  Okay, so it wasn’t just a one night thing. I fall back into the covers and squeeze my eyes closed. I can still smell him on my body, and on my sheets, and I remember the taste of his skin as if I just kissed him goodbye. Crap!

  The enormity of what I feel for this man after only one night is alarming. I trusted him enough to let him have my body. That was much more than I’d given anyone else before him. With that trust, a tiny piece of my heart has woken up. Everything in me shouted to pick up my phone and text him or phone him, to connect with him. But my head was too busy trying to build my defences again. This man could easily slay me. He could take me and leave me broken for any type of relationship in the future. Was the prospect of a relationship with Luc worth that much of a risk?

  “Urghhh…” I pull myself from my comfortable, warm bed and head downstairs to make tea.

  Once the magical beverage has done its job, I go for a shower, grab my gym stuff and head out the door. I know showering before the gym is counter-intuitive, but there would be no way I could block all thoughts of Luc from my mind with the smell of sex still coating my body.

  The gym seemed a great place to clear my head. After changing and plugging my headphones in, I start on my favourite machine and quicken my pace on the treadmill to a run. Running quietens my mind. I re-focus and relax. My muscles obey and before long, my body burns with the familiar feel of tired legs. This is my time to check out of life and just let my body take over. Unfortunately, that was very similar to how I reacted to Luc. My mind checked out and I let my body take over. I couldn’t do that if I wanted to keep the usual distance I rely on between my heart and my lovers.

  Another half hour and I’m back under the spray and washing the sweat off. Instead of going home, I detour into town and pick up some essential groceries. I’ve not eaten a proper meal all week, and I need to fight the habit of relying on eating out or takeaway. I stuff my basket full of greens and vegetables and then head for home.