Surrendering to the Mountain Man

by Asha Daniels

  I could see Travis’ face, his nasty smirk as he dragged me over to the couch, certain of his level of authority, positive that I would break. “Fuck you,” I muttered as the tears began to fall.

  Wham! Slam!

  I smacked the tile with my palm over and over again, the tears stinging, burning, rolling down both sides of my face. I would never be free. I could never live my life the way I wanted to. Never. “No. No!” I can’t do this. I can’t marry a man I don’t love. “I won’t. I won’t!” Sobbing, I pressed my face against the shower, clawing at the tile as the water cascaded down my back.

  Suddenly, arms were surrounding me, pulling me back and against a broad chest. “I’m here. Things will be fine,” Razer consoled, his face pressed against my ear.

  Fine. There was no such thing as fine. I clung to him, slumping against his body, my arms over his. But I was unable to stop the tears. “You don’t understand. I don’t have a choice. None.” Closing my eyes, I could picture the wedding day, could feel the implied chain around my neck.

  “You don’t have to go back.”

  Hearing the words, I tried to control my breathing. I wasn’t certain what he meant but right now, the comfort was exactly what I needed. No one in my life had understood me or my needs.

  This man did. This sexy, crazy recluse knew what I needed before I was able to express the thoughts. I sucked in my breath, thinking about the paintings, the flowers. The landscape. And I heard something so sweet, so utterly fascinating.

  Razer was humming in my ear, the tone so melodic, the bass perfectly in pitch.

  He rocked me back and forth, his hold so tight, so warm. His warm breath was just outside my ear and I fell into a melodic state, a peace floating into me. This was right. This was perfect. His cock was hard, pressing against my ass.

  Grinding his hips, he continued humming, allowing a few words, the deep resonance sung in another language, exquisite in tone. Very slowly, he turned me around, cupping both sides of my face. There was no need to talk, no reason to destroy the moment of intimacy. When he kissed me, his lips barely touching mine, I was drawn into his world, trembling yet yielding. Surrendering my needs to the man of mystery.

  “I want you,” he whispered before darting his tongue around my lips, dragging the tip across the seam of my mouth.

  I placed my hands over his as my lips parted, longing for the kiss, for his captured hold. My legs were quivering, but from a joyful excitement of letting go.

  He pressed his lips against mine, forcing them to part, sliding his tongue just inside, darting the tip back and forth. The kiss was soft yet commanding. Everything about this man was so unexpected but the fire burned in my belly, the hunger increasing, growing to the point I had difficulty focusing. His beard scratched my face, giving me goosebumps covering my entire body. Water flowed down both of us, pooling at our feet. Unable to resist, I brushed my hands through his hair, slickening back the long strands.

  As the kiss became carnal, our needs bursting from the shared current, I slid my hand down, stroking his throbbing cock. The feel of him in my hands was thrilling and I could feel his heightened level of excitement building.

  Moaning into the kiss, he pulled my lower lip into his mouth, sucking. He eased back, his breathing little more than scattered pants. “Do you want me?”

  “Yes, oh, God, yes.” I continued pumping, rolling my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing his cockhead. I studied his handsome face, his strong cheekbones and high forehead. He was so gorgeous, his eyes dazzling even in the dim lighting.

  He leaned down, peppering kisses along my chin and neck, my shoulder blade then down to my breast. Engulfing my entire nipple, he growled as he sucked, his tongue moving back and forth.

  I rose onto my tiptoes, arching my back, giving him the access he craved. I wrapped one leg around his, rubbing my calf up and down his, giddy from the sensations rocketing through my entire body.

  He moved his open mouth to my other breast, licking around my already hardened nipple before biting down.

  Pain coursed through every cell in my body, forcing a whimper, but the bliss was incredible, forcing me to pant.

  After pinching my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he rubbed the palm of his hand down to my pussy, rubbing a circle across my stomach, inching down ever so slowly. He dipped two fingers to my clit, brushing back and forth.

  “Oh…” I closed my eyes, lolling my head back as he continued teasing me, my clit already so sensitive. I opened my legs as far as they would go. “Yes. Yes!”

  Chuckling darkly, he fisted my hair as he stood straight, sliding his fingers up and down my pussy, darting them just inside my cunt. “You’re wet.”

  “Yes, sir. Very.” I was shaking even harder, unable to feel my legs.

  “Why do you crave spankings?” he whispered as he shoved two then three fingers inside, pumping in even motions.

  “I just do. Always have.”

  “You need them.”

  “Oh, yes.” The admittance was somehow cathartic.

  “You want a strong man who understands your needs, who can dominate you, care for you.” Razer’s words were guttural.

  I licked my dry lips, unable to think clearly. “Yes, sir.”

  “And you want to obey, surrender every day.” He added a fourth finger, pumping in and out.

  “Um, yes. I mean yes, sir.” It was as if he was reading my mind.

  “But one who will love you, cherish you.” Growling, he nipped my chin.

  “Mmm… Oh, yes, sir. And I’ll love him. Cherish.” Love. The word had been issued, as if a challenge to both of us. I was floored, terrified. I had no understanding of what was happening between us. This stranger. This protective man. This… Oh my God. I was falling in love with him.

  Or was it just the fantasy?

  “Then I can give you everything you desire.” Razer eased me against the side wall and thrust the entire length of his cock inside, lifting and cradling my legs.

  I pressed my feet against the shower door, keeping my legs wide apart, clinging to his arms, refusing to blink.

  He slid in and out, the force pushing me up, but the moves were so gentle, caring. So loving.

  He was making love to me.

  I lowered my head until our noses were touching, our breaths combined. The feel of him deep inside, burrowing into my womb, created a series of tingles skating down my spine, shooting straight into my pussy. The angle left me breathless, panting as the desire was shattering my last resolve.

  “All mine. You belong to me. Forever.” The whisper was hoarse, filled with the kind of anger, guilt and remorse that I’d come to understand. But right now. At this moment. There was no one else in the world, no challenges that we would have to face. There was only the two of us.

  “Yes. Yes!” The tears began to fall again, only ones of happiness, unabashed joy as he filled me. Fucked me. Made love to me.

  His breath sounds became choked, forcing him to pant as he pumped harder and faster, using the power of his muscular thighs to drive with abandon. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

  “I…” I kissed his lips, wanting to be as close as possible as the orgasm hovered, waiting.

  Razer held me, driving in orchestrated actions, his tongue twisting with mine, his hot breath cascading across my mouth. I could feel him tensing, his body shifting as his climax swelled his balls, pushing him hard to release.

  I broke the kiss yet licked around his lips. “Oh. Yes. I…” The climax roared up from my toes, shocking my system in the intensity. The second I clenched my pussy muscles around his dick, he tilted his head back and roared.

  “Yes!”

  I could feel the wash of semen rushing into my cunt and as the climax turned into an almost violent wave, I fell into the utter bliss of ecstasy. “I love you.”

  The softness of his shirt falling onto my curves was more comforting than I could have imagined. Hours had gone by and he’d barely said anything to me. Wh
ile he’d prepared a delicious meal, yet another surprise, he’d stayed silent throughout. I’d found a collection of wine hidden in one of his cabinets and helped myself. Sitting cross legged in front of the fire, mesmerized by the flames licking through the various cracks and crevices of the logs, I allowed my mind to drift to another fantasy.

  What if I stayed here? Of course, the thought was preposterous, as if pretending that we could survive on his pittance that he received cutting and bringing wood to the resort would sustain us. But what if? Licking the rim of the glass, I could envision the way he’d be, the dominance and discipline, the pain and pleasure. Everything I longed for in a relationship.

  I heard a crack from the floor behind me but didn’t bother to turn around. If he wanted to say anything, he would simply open his mouth.

  Razer sat down on the edge of the hearth, studying the fire, his hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He was fiddling with his beard, tugging at the length.

  “You’d look better clean shaven.” I wasn’t entirely certain why those particular words managed to slip from my mouth, but the truth was there. “And with your hair cut.”

  He finally laughed, his eyes holding amusement. “You think so, huh?”

  “I do.”

  “Does that mean you can also cut hair?”

  The question caught me off guard. I narrowed my eyes before tilting my head. He was serious. “Maybe. I can do a lot of things.”

  “Like fight bad men.”

  My turn to laugh, almost choking on a sip of wine. “That would be in the courtroom one day. Although, I do have a mean right hook.”

  He kept his smile as he took a sip. The awkwardness was almost too much to bear.

  “Do you have family?” I whispered, fearful of the answer.

  Razer snorted and swirled the bourbon. “Not any longer. Everyone I ever cared for is gone, but as I said, I’m used to being alone.”

  How tragic. “Do you want family?”

  He blinked several times. “No one has ever asked me that question before, Megan. I’m not a good man. I’ve already told you that. I’ve done horrible things in my life that will damn me to Hell. I can’t be a husband and would make a terrible father.” He gulped half of the glass.

  And I could see his hand shaking.

  “That doesn’t mean you don’t crave having a family, even children.” Why was I bothering? This wasn’t a dream that could turn into reality. Besides, he was so angry, so bitter.

  Sighing, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “If I could live another life, even start over again, I would change so many things. I would have the American dream. White picket fence surrounding a little house, children. But that can’t happen. Ever.”

  The defiance was cutting.

  “What did you do before all this glamor?” I asked, the words almost inaudible.

  “This glamor. That is a long story.”

  “But you won’t tell me.”

  “I’ll tell you.”

  I shook my head. “Just not right now. You still don’t trust me.” I could sense the discord, the near bristling.

  “Everyone in this godforsaken town thinks I’m nothing but an unintelligent man who has no skills.”

  “That’s exactly what you wanted to portray from day one. You won that round.”

  He didn’t speak for a few minutes, creating even more tension in the room. “You’re right. I chose this location on purpose, so I could disappear.”

  “What did you do? Did you perform some horrific crime or kill your wife? Did you blow up buildings and become a terrorist?”

  Razer’s mouth pinched.

  He was going to run, even if only to the darkness of his personal padlocked box. I knew it. I’d pushed him way too far. When he came and sat beside me, almost touching, I held my breath.

  “I own a major corporation, but I became disillusioned with the direction and with my partner. Things got out of hand. I needed to check out for a period of time.” His words were said with purpose.

  “This corporation, is it still open?” I had no idea what to think.

  “Yes. My Vice President is running the show, no doubt hoping that he’ll never see me again.” Razer snorted and took a gulp of his drink after swirling the liquid around in circle after circle.

  “You were forced out.”

  He smiled without looking at me. “Very clever. Yes, I was.”

  “But not a leveraged buyout?”

  Lifting a single eyebrow, he turned in my direction. “You are very interesting, Megan. You know many things.”

  “I have a father who pretends to be in a lucrative business, remember? I’m very good at observing the shell game.” Shell game. If only my father knew how many records I’d discovered in his hidden desk drawer.

  “And what does your father really do?”

  I had to admit, I wasn’t prepared to answer the question, not for anyone. “He buys companies. The parts are worth more than the whole.” I noticed a glitch on his face, the second of a slight twitch as if he knew far too well what I was talking about.

  “Then you do understand a leveraged buyout.” His eyes remained pensive, unblinking.

  “More than you know. I’ve been privy to hundreds of conversations regarding the way he destroyed companies as well as families.”

  Razer shifted so he was closer, able to study my face. “That’s not illegal.”

  “No, but threatening the owners so they will sell, even killing off the naysayers just to keep everyone in line is.” I allowed the information to sink in and darted a glance in his direction. What secrets are you hiding? “I need more wine for this.” I didn’t allow him to say anything, rising onto my feet to grab the bottle. I poured a hefty amount then brought the bottle with me.

  “You’re certain of this.”

  “Oh, I am. Daddy doesn’t think I have any idea. That’s why I believe he kept me away at school, but I’ve been privy to private conversations, orders given to his second and third in command. The sad truth is, his business is failing so he’s becoming more violent, demanding others follow his rules. My belief is that Travis has some connections that are desirable. That’s why he’s willing to sell me off. An arranged marriage.” I laughed as I settled back down, placing the wine glass in both hands.

  “The asshole.”

  “Yes. I’ve called him that many times. Everyone thinks he’s such a great man. He gives to charity and has the most fabulous dinners at the house.” I couldn’t stop laughing, even though I wanted to cry. “That’s what killed my mother. Well, that and the fact someone put a bullet in her brain.”

  “Oh, fuck.” Razer grabbed my hand, gripping tightly. “I’m sorry, Megan. You don’t deserve this.”

  “And you don’t deserve having a shit for a partner. Why did you run instead of fighting him?” As soon as I asked the question, I could see almost a hint of terror… No, not terror but guilt, raging and blinding guilt. “He has something on you. That’s why you left.”

  He narrowed his eyes, staring at the fire but his hand never left mine. “Something like that. I can’t face what happened. However, I’m not the man I once was.”

  “What is the man you want to be?”

  “A damn good question.”

  I sighed and shifted closer, enjoying the warmth from the fire as well as his hulking body. We were two drifters, trying to make our way with zero idea how to erase our past. “My mother told me once that I was a dreamer. She said that dreams allowed us to rise up from the stench of what others created. I had no idea what she meant at the time. But I do now.”

  “She sounds like an amazing woman,” he said with conviction in his tone of voice.

  “She was beautiful, regal and had no idea who she was marrying. I found out later, the marriage was basically arranged. My guess is the legacy of my heritage went on for generations. Isn’t that tragic?”

  “But you aren’t following in the footsteps. You can make your own life. You can decide what you want t
o do.”

  The laugh slipping past my lips was easy. “I don’t think prosecuting everyone my father knows is in the best interest, but that’s what I plan on doing.”

  Razer pulled my hand to his lips, kissing it. “Then that’s what you’ll do.”

  “I wish I had your confidence.”

  “You do and you will. Facing what you have will be treacherous, the slippery slopes thwarting your every step, but you’re well on your way to achieving your goal given your aspirations.”

  A smile crossed my face. “I don’t know. When I go back, I either marry this asshole or have no chance at keeping what little is left of my family. I don’t know what to do any longer.”

  “You already told me what you wanted.”

  “Yeah, and what can I do with that? I have a fantasy man. He’s strong and handsome, rides a white steed into the sunset after killing off all the bad guys. He’s always there for me, a reminder of better aspects of life, and he’s so controlling, dominating in a manner that takes my breath away.”

  “That sounds wonderful, even though knights no longer exist.” There was such anger in Razer’s voice.

  “I already found him,” I finally said, locking my eyes with his. “And he’s my hero.”

  Sucking in his breath, he turned his face toward the fire. “I’m no hero. I’m a monster. Getting far away from me is best for you. Trust me.”

  The words reverberated in the room.

  “Monsters don’t exist,” I said with absolute conviction. “And I do trust you. With my life.”

  We sat quietly for several minutes, enjoying our drinks. I could no longer hear the wind or the ice for that matter. If the storm was ending, life would be difficult to face but a must.

  “What is your last name?” he asked out of the blue.

  “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” I chided, trying to make light.