RequiredSurrender

by Riley Murphy

  Her hand fell away from the leather and her gaze remained fixed on the floor. “I’m not going to get on it.”

  “Don’t say that.” Ted reached forward, forcing her to bend with him when he put the remote down on the crest of the saddle. As they straightened he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her in tight.

  “I don’t want to disobey you.”

  “Then don’t.” He kissed her ear, throat and dipped down to nibble on her collarbone.

  “But I can’t say those words. I don’t want to ever say them again.”

  “Shhh.” He cupped her breasts and gently pulled on her nipples as he continued to alternate between biting and licking the curve of her shoulder and the pulse point at the base of her throat. “It’s just you and me here. Forget about the rest of the world and what came before we made this agreement. This moment, and every moment forward, I own. I want this from you and you’re going to give it to me.”

  He slipped a hand down over her stomach, navel, belly and lower across her mound until he reached between her legs. God she was hot and wet. So ready to be fucked that he had to steel himself. “Lean back. That’s right.” The position gave him better access to her and he took advantage of it. Slipping two fingers into her, he almost groaned. So pliant and silky and when she flexed and pushed against his hand he knew she’d do just fine on the Sybian now, primed as she was.

  “I want you to go for a ride.”

  She moaned and worked her hips against his hand faster.

  “No, not like this.” Easing his fingers out of her, he said, “Get down on your knees. That’s right.” He helped her and when she was kneeling between him and the machine he buried a hand in her hair and ordered, “Crawl over to it. Come on,” he used her hair like a leash and tugged to lead her, pleased when she didn’t fuss. “Get on. It’s okay.” He let go of her hair and picked up the controller. Waiting a few seconds before he bent to help her straddle it.

  “I can’t—”

  “You need to come toward me. A little farther back. A little more…”

  She sucked in a breath when she connected and the dildo slid partway into her.

  “There, now go easy. Slow. Slow. That’s right. A little more each time. Good.”

  Already she was biting her lip and pivoting her hips. She wouldn’t last a minute once he turned it on.

  “Remember what I said. No coming without those words.” He fisted a hand in her hair and pulled back, making sure she was listening. When her eyes met his he told her, “I mean it. I don’t care what you have to do to hold yourself off. I don’t want you finishing without those words spoken, understood?”

  Silence.

  He gave her hair a tug.

  “Yes…but—”

  He tugged again. “No buts. Just do it.”

  She closed her eyes and he took that as acquiescence.

  “Very good. Now…”

  Jo was in serious trouble. With the pressure of the dildo inside her and his hand in her hair, she was on the brink of coming right now. But then—

  She sucked in a breath and huffed it out. “Turn it off! Turn it off. Pleeeese.”

  “You can come, Jo, just say the words. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  Immediately adrenaline soared, and a heavy rush of tingles started at her toes and raced upward. Over her calves, her knees, her thighs and landed right between her legs with a stunning series of contractions that turned her breathless one moment and panting the next. He needed to either turn off the fucking machine, get his hand out of her hair or stop talking low in her ear because she was going to…to…

  “I belong to you, Master,” she cried as she came so hard her thighs shook against the sides of the leather. That was the best she could do and if that didn’t make him happy too ba— “Ow!”

  Thankfully, he powered off the machine from hell, but he still had hold of her hair, only now he yanked so sharply her eyes watered. “Those weren’t the words I wanted to hear from you.”

  He made it impossible for her not to look at him. “That’s the best I could do.”

  “Oh no it’s not. Stand up.” He didn’t wait for her to move but pulled her up by her hair.

  “You fu—bully!” she screamed and tried to smack him. He was faster and got his free arm around her, effectively pinning hers to her sides. “Let go.”

  “Quiet.”

  “Let. Go.”

  Her head snapped back so fast from the force of his tug she thought he’d scalped her. “What did I say about carefully weighing the corrective measures I may have to mete out if provoked?”

  His one arm had her body trapped and immobile while he buried his free hand in her hair to hold her head still. Most women manhandled in such a way would have the sense to keep quiet. Maybe tamp down the glaring, but not Jo. She was—

  “Jesus fuck!” He caught himself just in time. The surprise of her slap landing nearly caused him to let go of her. He didn’t. Instead he readjusted his grip in her hair and squeezed the rest of her more firmly. “You’ve got bigger balls than most men I know.”

  “And you won’t have any by the time I’m through with you. Let me go.”

  “No.” He was sure his quiet and silky tone got her attention because just then she did a double take and immediately stopped squirming. The dawning horror on her face confirmed that she was as shocked as he’d been over the slap.

  “I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean…”

  “We’ll deal with this after we deal with the first issue at hand.” He let go of her hair and spun her around in his arms to face the Sybian. “You’re going to get back on this. Only this time? You’re doing it the hard way.”

  “Can I—?”

  “No.”

  With Jo, it was clear he had to work fast and firm. When he gave her room to think and react, she did both badly. Damn, he was getting soft…no, he was soft with her. Only her. Any other sub, let alone a slave, who’d slapped him would have found her ass paddled until it was bright red. After which, she’d be forever banned from his company or service. With her? All he wanted to do was get inside her and pound into her until they both forgot what had happened.

  This made him seethe. Not at her, but at himself. He was better than that. He had to be otherwise they’d never make it and this was their only chance. No emotion.

  He let go of her and she stumbled forward. He didn’t wait for her to catch her balance. “Over here.”

  She put up no resistance, which was good. Maybe she’d seen the light. He knew from personal experience that staring into hell was the best time for a life-altering epiphany and God, he hoped she’d had one because right now there was no telling where this was going to lead if she didn’t.

  “Step over and straddle.” So far so good. She was quiet and behaving while he positioned her with the Sybian directly between her calves. Hm. Not even a peep when he unwound the rope she’d been so curious about yesterday. Eerie silence even as the looped handle swung in a pendulum motion above her.

  He took a lobster clasp out of his pocket and opened it. “Put your wrists together. There.” He engaged the lock and double-checked that her wrist cuffs were secured and connected. Stepping behind her, he said, “I’m going to lift this.” In one smooth flick he unhooked the springs that held the saddle in place and slowly pulled it up. Past her calves, knees… “Take hold of the rope and use that to balance. Good, now spread your thighs a little wider and come up on tip-toe.”

  It took her a moment with her hands secured together, but when she grasped the rope she didn’t rise up as he’d told her to. “Jo.” He silently counted. Thankfully she didn’t let him get to five. “Better,” he said as she rolled up on her toes. He kept an eye on the level of the saddle. Just a little…

  She hissed in a breath.

  “That’s the head of the dildo. It’s barely inside you. Positioned more for guidance than penetration.” He snapped the spring closed on the customized wooden horse so it would hold its elevated height a
nd stood back while he admired his handiwork.

  “I’m not getting on this thing again.”

  “You are, but this time when you ride it, it will be because you eased down on it. I will have nothing to do with it.” He saw her frowning and sighed. “Talk to me.”

  “I’m sorry I slapped you.”

  “You know how I feel about that word and the watered-down concept behind it. Besides if I were you, I wouldn’t waste my chance to air my concerns on something that’s going to be dealt with later.”

  She licked her lips. “You know…you know I won’t be able to stay on my toes forever. This isn’t fair. I’ll have to ride the stupid—”

  “Jo.”

  “T-the thing eventually. How is this you not having anything to do with it? You’re making me do it for Christ’s sake.”

  Ted checked his watch. He gauged it would take her about five minutes before her legs gave out, and another four or five before her arms let her down and she was forced to go for a ride. This first time, because he was sure it wasn’t going to be her last, he’d planned on doing some reading while he waited for her to give in. Initially, he’d had no intention of picking up the flogger or any other instruments for that matter to use on her, but after what she’d just done and how she was trying to blame him for her current predicament he figured it was time for another lesson.

  He walked over to the stool and collected the flogger. She was too busy staring straight ahead. No doubt channeling all her stubbornness in for focus so she could beat the world record of her imaginary holding-off-riding-the-saddle competition she had going on in her head.

  “I had thought to do some light reading while you were maintaining your balance and trying not to defy me, but since you’re set on blaming me for your current situation I don’t think you deserve that kind of a break today.”

  “What are you, McDonald’s?”

  Damn she was a piece of work.

  He flicked the tails of the flogger against her bare ass like a horse twitching off flies. Not hard, but hard enough to get her worried. She was so stunned she almost let go of the rope. Fortunately she caught herself in time.

  “Jesus fucking Christ!” She swung in an arc, straining to see behind her.

  He held up the leather instrument, and when he saw her staring at him, he pretended to examine the steel studs on the handle as if they were the most beautiful things in the world, and said, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sarcasm followed by guttersnipe language. Not. Very. Smart.” He punctuated those last three words by sharply slapping the numerous strips of the flat-braided leather tresses, against his thigh.

  “I wish I were dumb because then I wouldn’t know what’s coming.”

  “You think you know?” She was shivering nearly hard enough to qualify for a shake. He waited for her to face the wall again and then he closed in on her. “Tell me,” he whispered

  “You’re going to flog me until I… bleeeeed.”

  He smiled against her hair, rubbing his jaw through the silken stands as he breathed in her scent. Mmm…Macintosh apples. “Such the drama queen.” He found skin and skated his stubble-roughened chin over it. “Why don’t you just ease that beautiful pussy down and take a ride. Give me the words I want and I may even lighten your punishment for slapping me.”

  He doubted she even knew she was tilting her head so he could get to her throat. Yeah, he liked to think this small surrender was subconscious.

  “I won’t say those words.” He gave her neck a nip, a sharp bite, and purposely dragged the tails of the flogger up and down her right thigh. “Oh God. I’ll say everything else. I promise…Master.”

  Now he reached around and let those leather strands caress the front of her thigh, her hip, belly, navel and left breast.

  “Please…”

  Ever-so-slightly he tapped the ponytail against her. Over and over, soft but consistent until she stopped shaking. “It’s not so bad, see?”

  She nodded and licked her lips. He loved when she did this because he recognized the body language for what it was. An effort to concentrate. Her calves were most likely burning by now. Damn was she stubborn. He bit her neck again as he increased the intensity of the tapping, while the leather tendrils banged against her from chest to hip. Her moan was like a direct stroke up his hardened cock. The way her breasts trembled under the pats jacked his adrenaline.

  “Focus on the rhythm. See how steady it is. Imagine it’s the waves in an ocean kissing dock pilings. Breaking over them.” This time he angled the woven handle up and forced the tail to spread before it landed on her.

  The widened impact caused her to groan, and the sound fissured right through him, but when he saw her fully erect nipples he couldn’t help himself. He flexed into her to grind and nearly knocked her off balance. She quickly adjusted, managing to recover.

  Impressive. “You’re doing so well. So good.” He drew the leather braids down. Over her stomach, navel and lower across her mound until the bent edge of where the handle met the fringe rested on the top of her slit. “Easy.” He gently moved it from side to side to open her and wedge it in. “Easy.”

  “Ahhhh.”

  “Feels good, I know.” He pressed it forward. Pushing it against her clit and the bundle of nerves there. “So simple,” he whispered against her ear, “just relax. Wouldn’t it feel good to come off your tip-toes? To bring your arms down so they didn’t ache? Just imagine that dildo sliding all the way into you. Filling you. Stretching your wet pussy as it opens all your tight little muscles. I love to bury myself in you deep. Real deep.”

  He tilted his head to examine her reaction. Oh she had it bad. Her eyes were closed, and those little tremors were back, along with a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead. One quick check down and he knew he had her. A glance at the leather confirmed her forehead wasn’t the only thing glistening. He pressed the end back against her and she hissed in a breath.

  “No coming, Jo, remember you have to give me the words. You want to give me the words, don’t you?”

  “N-no.” She panted.

  She was losing the battle, didn’t she know? Her head fell back and he could see her arms were straining doing the work of holding up her weight.

  “Sit down on it and let yourself come. It will be okay. I promise. All you have to do is give me the words. When you do,” he swirled the ponytail in circles against her slick flesh, “all this ends for you and I’ll be happy.”

  “Please…I’ll s-say everything, anything else. Oh God, stop doing that or I’ll—”

  He sank his free hand in her hair and fisted it, pulling back to peer down into her face. “Look at me.” When she did, he ordered, “Control yourself.”

  “I-I’m t-trying, but you n-need to stop touching an-and talking.” She openly panted then and he purposely burst her bubble.

  “The breathing doesn’t help when you’re horny. Remember the night with the ropes? You couldn’t hold on then, just like you can’t hold on now. Mmm…I can almost feel my cock sliding into your hot, wet—”

  “Ooh, please…”

  “Pussy. I’m imagining that night on the stairs when you rode my dick until you screamed. Do you remember how it felt? How deep I was inside you? I remember.” He let out a breath in her ear and watched with interest how she quivered. “I recall how your pussy fisted me like a vise. I love that. I love filling and stretching you until you beg me to stop.” She moved. It was only a tiny shift down, but it was enough for him to latch on to. “That’s right. Slide down. Come on.” He let go of her hair and took the flogger away from her clit, stepping back.

  “My arms…are tired.”

  “Yes, I know. Make it easy.” He walked behind her and dragged the braids over her ass, letting them fall like dominoes off her cheeks. “It’s not so hard. Your pussy aches to be filled. It’s only three small words I want from you. Only—”

  “No.”

  “No?” She sounded stronger than he thought possible. Maybe he’d been wrong about her t
hreshold. Or misjudged her stubbornness. He couldn’t let her remain like this much longer. He looked down at the flogger and made a judgment call. “All right, so be it. Let me give you something else to focus on.”

  He gathered her hair and pushed it over one of her shoulders, making sure all the strands were out of the way. Twirling the flogger in a windmill fashion, he relaxed his wrist and let it build up speed. When it virtually sung he moved it closer to her so she could feel the heavy breeze and hear the bee-like buzz. “Do you feel that? Can you hear it? Jo.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes Master.”

  He slowed it down before he went to work on her. With precision he hit the surface of her ass squarely, starting at the top left-hand corner of her left butt cheek and dragged it down on an angle to the bottom right-hand corner. Without pausing, he did the same to the right side of her ass. Then back to the left. He repeated this for five strokes each before he increased the impact. Now that she was warmed up, he was going to make sure she felt this next set.

  He ran the flat of his palm from the top of her spine to the bottom. “How are you doing? Good?” He traced the curve of her ass with his index finger and watched as her muscles jumped. “I think we need to check and make sure you’re doing okay.”

  It was mean and really not fair, given that she was putting up such a valiant effort, but he couldn’t afford to lose even one battle with her until she did for him without question. With that in mind, he crowded her. Only this time it was his hand instead of the flogger that came around and slipped between her legs. He checked to make sure she was still properly positioned, and then he used his bent knuckles to torture her. The heat coming off her ass was spectacular. Almost as hot as the liquid heat he found between her legs.

  “Oh Jo, don’t you want to relax? Don’t you want your pussy filled with that nasty pulsating thing until you come?”

  “I c-can’t.”

  “Do you want me to give you more focus? Can you take it?”

  “Better that than,” she swallowed, “your hands on me.”