Surrender to More

by Rachel De Lune

  I thought he’d be all over me as soon as the door closed. I wanted him to be all over me as soon as the door closed. My ears strain to hear his footsteps, but all I hear is silence. The sexual need that was seeping from my pores begins to quieten with each passing minute. I stand up and begin to pace. A dead weight settles in the centre of my stomach replacing my anticipation with doubt and worry.

  The door clicks open, and Luc drops my bag to the side before his eyes meet mine. His narrowed eyes and tight jaw compliment his fists clenched at his side. Holy smoke. He’s going to eat me up. My first reaction was to throw myself at him and bring back the sparks that were battling between us in the car. Now, I’m more cautious and stand my ground.

  “What took you so long?” I mask my nerves and go for fiery.

  “You’re so fucking sexy and feisty. I had to stay away from you, otherwise, I’d have done something you’re not ready for yet. But I will, Princess. I’m going to keep my promise and make you beg for everything I give to you. First, though, I want my treat.”

  “Oh.”

  “Oh, indeed.” He slides his jacket off and leaves it where it falls. His fingers play with the top of his shirt and pop the button loose. Each opened button gives me an improved view of his gorgeous chest. I back towards the bed. I lick my lips in appreciation. Aggression rolls from Luc in waves, and it halts my desire to take charge.

  The bed bumps against my calves, and I drop onto it, waiting for Luc’s advance. His green eyes stalk my every move, and his grin tells me he didn’t miss my sign of appreciation.

  I look up towards Luc, who now towers over me. The earlier desire crackling between us is ready to combust.

  Luc growls, pushes me back and attacks my mouth. Our lips and tongues duel for dominance, but Luc overpowers me. I sink into the bed, allowing him access to my body. His kisses grow harder and rougher, and he bites at my neck, making me cry out in pleasure.

  “That’s right, Princess.” He goes back to driving me crazy. His body smothers me, and it feels so hot against mine. My head starts to spin. He trails his hands down my body, but he pulls back. His weight lifts, and he moves off me.

  He shoves my dress up to my hips and rips the lace knickers from me. His hands grip my thighs and stretch my legs apart before his tongue plunges into my pussy.

  “Oh, Jesus!” I screw my eyes closed at the intensity. He’s not gentle or teasing. This is Luc, taking what he wants, and at this moment, he wants to make me come in record time. His tongue swirls around my lips and dips in and out of my pussy. His actions are raw and possessive, and my body is racing to catch up. My arousal kicks back into life as my muscles tense. My hips come off the bed wanting to feel more of Luc against my most personal place. He sucks my clit into his mouth and gives himself access for two fingers to push into me.

  “You’re so fucking wet, Jess. Christ…” My gasps and mewls muffle his words. I can’t keep my climax from taking hold. Everything coils inside of me ready to be tipped over and let free.

  “Yes! Luc! Yes!” I unashamedly grind my pussy against his face as my orgasm rips through me leaving me loose-limbed and exhausted. My hips relax onto the bed, and I close my eyes.

  “You taste so sweet when you come on my tongue. Now you’re all relaxed, I want to make you glow. Get naked and lie on your front. Keep your legs spread so I can see that pink pussy of yours weep for me.” My eyes crack open and peer up at him. Luc’s standing over me, stroking his cock which he’s freed from his jeans. I don’t think he could look sexier if he tried.

  I sit up and tug the zip of my dress down, allowing it to drop to my hips. I wiggle out of it, the material hitting the floor, along with the discarded scrap of material that used to be my knickers. I toe off my flats and unfasten my bra. I lounge back and look up at him, confident he likes what he sees. He strokes his cock a few more times, and I manage to keep my eyes fixed on his, rather than what he’s doing. I slide back on the bed and make a damn good show of stretching my legs wide to give him full access to me. “Your clit is still swollen from my tongue, and I can see you glisten you’re so wet. It’s an enticing view, Princess. But I told you, on your front.”

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Lie face down on the bed. I’m going to flog your back and your arse. I’ll start soft, letting the tails lick your skin until your gasping for me. Then I’ll hit you a little harder. When your skin glows pink for me, I’ll see how much you want to beg for my cock to make you come again. Now, turn over and keep your arms above your head. Keep your legs nice and wide so I can see my prize.”

  I turn, eager to receive what he wants to give me. My legs are wide. It makes me feel… open. I’m vulnerable to Luc, but after my first climax, it’s exciting rather than scary. His words have a way of silencing my demons and give me the space to enjoy what he’s doing to me, both physically and emotionally. He takes his time once I’m in position. I can hear his breathing but, unlike previously, I’m relaxed. The residual endorphins from my orgasm ensure I’m in a blissful state rather than wound up and anxious.

  “Remember your colours, Jess. Green, yellow and red.”

  A faint ‘swoosh’ precedes a soft thwack as heat sparks and radiates across my skin. The impact doesn’t hurt. It tingles and seeps into my skin before dissipating. Luc continues with the light hits. They pepper my thighs and my bum. The heat he creates starts to morph into a buzzing pain which makes me squirm under the flogger. I try and keep still, but fail. My position of submission, the action of his dominance over me, and the pain he’s inflicting on my body, all mix together and I morph into a blissed-out state. My heart thuds and I draw loud, deep breaths. I fight for self-control. Dark, hidden feelings of being the centre of someone’s attention and being the only thing they care about, drift in my mind, and for the first time I want that. My instinct to push them away is shattered by Luc’s next strike of my skin. He hits again and again, and I want to give in to him. I want him to continue and take me to a magical place where I can see only him.

  My temperature flushes as the pain spikes and I cry out as Luc hits me, harder than before. The rush is so intense, the pain flirts with pleasure. I want him to stop. I want him to continue.

  “Where are you, Princess?”

  “Yellow… I can’t, it’s…”

  “Shhh. You’re beautifully pink, but I don’t want to push you past what you can take.”

  “No, I don’t want you to stop. I need… something, but I can’t reach it.” Frustration sweeps over me. The storm of feelings build into something I’m scared I won’t be able to contain.

  Luc’s palms connect with my arse and knead my tender flesh, and I groan as the pain is replaced with more pleasure. My legs edge wider, and Luc strokes my pussy as my reward.

  “You’re glowing, and you’re wet. I can keep flogging you all night until you start telling me what you want. Beg me, Jess.”

  “I think I want to feel more of the pain. I feel like I want to explode.”

  His hands leave me, but a loud ‘smack’ cracks the air, and fire blazes across my backside.

  “Oww! Shit…”

  He repeats two more smacks, and the contact does the job. My emotions are shut out, and the pain takes their place, but it’s a good pain. The sensation makes me want to come. I want Luc to fill me up and make me feel whole again. To give me the freedom to let go of the dormant emotions inside of me, and the confidence that he’ll catch me before I fall.

  “Yes… more…” I press my pelvis into the bed, trying to rub my clit against the mattress. I’m so close; I can feel my release ready to engulf me.

  One, two, three, four… I count the smacks, but I don’t want them to stop. I want them to push me over, but it’s out of reach. “Please, Luc, I need you inside me… I need you to fuck me.”

  “Good girl.”

  I feel the bed dip as he straddles my legs. The flat head of his cock sweeps through my wetness, and I arch at the contact.

  “You’re
going to come hard and fast, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it. Don’t hold back.”

  He thrusts inside of me, stretching and filling me to the edge of pain.

  I moan, desperate and needy. My pussy pulses around his cock. He pulls out and thrusts again, pressing me deeper and harder into the bed. He stills in me for a moment. He moves my right knee up to lift me from the bed a fraction before he wraps his hand around my waist and fingers my clit.

  “Yes… yes, please!” I shout. The sparks start the moment he makes contact, and a few strokes later I’m fucking his finger and his cock.

  “Take it, Princess, take me,” Luc snarls in my ear as I work against his hand and cock.

  “Yes! Oh, yes!” My body contracts and spasms and I come hard. My heart flutters and I pant like I’d just run an hour on the treadmill. Luc pounds into me, rough and demanding, before he curses and stills.

  His hot breath heats my cheek, but I’m too exhausted to move. Every inch of my body hums with delight.

  “As much as I want to stay like this, I need to move.” Luc’s deep voice whispers. I nod and snuggle into the bed covers.

  As Luc lifts his weight from me, cold air invades and I shiver as it hits my burning skin.

  I test my legs and wiggle them back to life and try and push myself from the bed. I walk to the bathroom, shaking the stiffness out of my joints. Light punishes my eyes as I switch it on. My face, flushed and wide eyed, appears in the mirror. My hair is a tangled nest of straw. I turn to see my back, expecting red, but there is only a light pink flush on my skin. Even my bum only shows a glow. No marks, nothing permanent. My heart gives one of its annoying little nudges right at that point. I wanted to feel more of what Luc did to me. I loved being under his spell. It gave me space and the ability to… enjoy. The hollow feeling, that empty stillness that used to keep me on track, isn’t there. I feel warm and full. My heart doesn’t hurt. It sings.

  “Fuck, shitty, shitty, fuck.” I love him and that is the single most terrifying thing in the world.

  I do my business and leave the bathroom. I quietly climb into bed, and Luc immediately drags me against his chest.

  “Sleep, Princess. You’re tired.” His fingers stroke up and down my arm and distract me from my small, mental break a few moments ago. I push the fear away and let myself be filled with warmth and affection from this man. I want this. I don’t want to fight it anymore.

  “I’ve got to go.” I give Luc a quick kiss before turning to grab my bag.

  I spent half the night in the best sleep I’d had in ages, then woke up at 4:00 a.m. and couldn’t drift back off. My mind was running overtime, and I couldn’t silence the side that normally took over to protect me. As the minutes crept on, the doubt grew louder in my head. I needed some space to collect myself and my scattered emotions.

  “Wait, what? You don’t. You can go straight to work,” A groggy voiced Luc mumbles.

  “I’d prefer to head home first. Just quickly.”

  “Don’t do this, Jess. Don’t run away because of what happened last night.”

  “Nothing happened last night. We had a great time. I had a great time.”

  “Bullshit, nothing happened. You can run if you want, but that won’t change it. And I have every intention of making you feel it all over again. Preferably tonight and again on the weekend.” He sits up,angry yet sexy, even at six in the morning.

  “Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy myself.”

  “No, but it shows you’re not comfortable with how you’re reacting to us. It’s scaring you into your usual behaviour.”

  “So we’re going to fight, and you’re going to go into Dom mode every time I do something you’re not happy with and blame it on me? I’m not having that. I told you, you can’t tell me what to do outside of sex. If I want to go home and get myself together before work, I will. You don’t get to dictate to me, no matter how fucking good you are.” I storm to the door and fling it open. Angry at six in the morning is certainly new for me.

  Luc grabs my wrist and spins me as I reach the bottom of the stairs. He holds me captive, and I hate my body for reacting in a way I really don’t want. It’s hot and sexy, and I grit my teeth together to stop myself from groaning.

  The wall holds me up, but I don’t shy away from Luc’s challenge. His other hand sinks into my messy hair, ensuring I can’t move. “You’ll know when I top you, Princess, because you’ll be under me and beg me for more. This is going to have to be more than just sex. You can’t run every time you feel something.” His lips edge towards my mouth until he’s brushing his lips against mine. “I’m going back upstairs to take a shower, because as much as I hate you storming out, my cock seems to love your fiery temper. This conversation isn’t over.” He plants the softest of kisses against my waiting lips before releasing me and heading back upstairs.

  Infuriating, stupid brain.

  I dump my bag at the bottom of the stairs and move to follow Luc back to the bedroom. He’s right. I’m running. Every time things get personal or I begin to feel more for him, I shut down. I go into defence mode. The first night I was with Luc I was in too deep. Now, I am terrified I won’t survive. I still lift my foot and climb the remaining steps. The bedroom is bathed in a blue hue from the minimal light in the room. He’s already reached the shower. I hear the patter of the water. I gently push the door open. Luc’s standing under the water with his back to the door. He’s stooped over, his arm propping him up as the water cascades down his defined patterns of muscle. His tattoo looks even more menacing out of focus. The black and dark shapes morph together to signal a warning I’m currently not heeding.

  I move to the side to get a better view of my lover.

  “Oh, my…” my breath stalls in my throat.

  His hand wraps his impressive cock, pumping slow and steady. The muscles that blanket his body are all tense, and water drips from his dark hair. His looks devastate me. His hand quickens and I watch in awe. He’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. This is real and sexy, and I like the fact we can fight and it gets him worked up.

  Desire twists the anger I felt a few moments ago into something sinful and dark. I pop the button on my trousers and pull the zip down so I can ease them over my hips. My hand slides into my knickers and teases my clit. “Mmm.” I’m wet at the sight of him. My hand finds that familiar pace that will make me come, but with none of the satisfaction I’m beginning to crave from Luc. My finger presses deep inside of me, but it’s not the same. I want Luc.

  As if he can hear my plea, he tilts his head to the side and stares at me. His hand stills on his cock, but he doesn’t release his grip. “Get your arse in the shower, Princess. Now!”

  I shove my underwear down my legs and pull my top over my head. I waste no time and enter the shower. He hauls me against him and grinds his erection into my stomach. He claims me with his mouth and captures me in such an aggressive way I have no option but to yield. I’m fast understanding that this is a part of what I love about Luc. He doesn’t give me the option to play it safe.

  Luc’s hands are everywhere—in my hair, squeezing my breasts, holding my bum—and it pushes my lust to new heights. He is everywhere. I’ve let him get under my skin. He’s close enough to salvage my heart. It’s terrifying. I tap the possibility back down, letting myself get lost in the ‘here and now’.

  My hunger and need bubble through my veins. I don’t want to wait. I lift my leg around his hip and pull his face to my mouth. I moan as his lips lock with mine before fighting to kiss him harder than he’s kissing me. My leg pulls him closer into me, but it’s not enough.

  “I want you, Luc. Take me… take me, please.”

  “Did you come back to talk or did you come back to fuck?” His words are harsh, but it doesn’t slow his attack.

  “To apologise. I’m sorry I ran off. I got scared. Now, are you going to fuck me or do I have to do it myself?” My hand goes for his cock, and I sweep it between my thighs, mak
ing sure the head rubs against my clit. I stand on tip-toe and repeat the action, but stop and start to push him inside me.

  “Jesus!” Luc bends to give a better angle before thrusting his hip forward and rewarding us both. “You better be close to coming. I wanted to come before I even saw you fingering yourself.” My pussy clenches around the invasion, and it does everything I couldn’t. There is no gentle in this. No sweet caress or comforting embrace. This is raw and primal and perfect. My body takes over, relaxing to Luc’s hard pumps. His hands anchor me to him and keep me from losing my balance.

  The heat from the shower amplifies my own temperature. The sweat from our bodies is washed away by the torrent of water raining down on us. The shower fills with the erotic sounds of my gasps mingled with Luc’s groans. My muscles sing with tension as my orgasm builds. The needy feeling in my stomach grows until I’m desperate for more.

  “Just… a little… more…”

  Luc hammers into me, and I cling to his shoulder for support. The water falls onto my face as I cry out in climax. My nails score his skin as I let my body go.

  Moments pass with the sound of the water as the background to my racing heartbeat. I can’t move. Not yet. It would spoil the moment, the hot and erotic moment fast developing into something emotional deep within me.

  “I’ll see you later.” Luc murmurs.

  “I can’t. I have plans.”

  “Sunday? Let me in, Jess.”

  “Maybe. I see my folks in the afternoon. I need to get ready for work now. Can I let go?” I smile and try to lift the sombre mood that has crashed in. I slowly inch myself away from Luc’s body. A chill blasts my skin as I step out of the shower. I grab a towel and dry off as best as I can before ditching my bra and putting my clothes back on. There is no way I can go straight to work. My hair alone will need an intervention to tame it.

  I turn and see Luc still in the shower. Rivulets of water race down his body and I focus on getting to work. I can’t afford to be distracted—again. “I’ll call you tomorrow, and we can sort out the plans for Sunday.”