Sinful Surrender

by Houston Havens

  “Come on, ma chérie, have mercy. Let me suck on your beautiful bound breasts.”

  She thrust her chest forward so he could. The sensation of his hot tongue on her rock-hard nipple sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body. She couldn’t keep her bosom bound this tightly for too long, so she allowed him only a few minutes to give her a small piece of heaven. He nipped at her nipple, and she screamed. Fay shoved her fingers into her pussy and rubbed.

  “Untie me, so I can play with that horny little clit.”

  She smiled up at him. The devil in her made her taunt him by only allowing him to watch her bring herself off. At his “have mercy” groan, she got up and lowered him to the ground. She rolled him over and straddling his head, so he could get a good look as she worked her fingers into her wet slit. “I want you, Drakker, and I want you to fuck me.”

  “Then release me.”

  “No. Here I can take care of myself. I want you to love me and fuck me in the other reality. This is why I brought you here.”

  “You didn’t have to bring me here—”

  “Yes, I did. There, in that reality, I know very little about any of this. All I knew is I wanted to get fucked by you. Here, the soul is more knowing of itself. I need your kind of love. I need shibari and your domination of me, but I don’t know it there.”

  “I’ll give you whatever you want. If you tell me with a true heart your loyalty is now mine and not with the Dirt Dwellers or the Underworld government. Give me your honor and tell me you’re now committed to me and my brothers.”

  “I don’t know it there yet, but I am.” Kneeling down, she untied the rope binding his balls and cock. She slid the outer lips of her pussy along his shaft several times until he exploded in climax.

  She wanted to be fucked, but if she did, he might remember this only as a dream. She couldn’t have that. She wanted him to remember the reality of the experience, and his desire for…her.

  Chapter 7

  “Where are they?” Arlo growled upon entering the breakfast room.

  “They’ll be here when they get here.” Logan laid the report he’d been reading on the table. “Arlo?” Logan shifted in his seat and continued in spite of his brother’s frown. “I’ll get to the point. You sound like you’ve got it bad for this spy of ours.”

  “Look, I know you find it hard to trust because of what happened to our mom and dads, but sometimes you’ve got to go with your gut. After yesterday’s interrogation, what’s your gut telling you about Fay?”

  “I don’t have to listen to my gut, bro. She confessed to being a spy.”

  “No, she didn’t. She only confessed to be a Dirt Dweller.”

  “She’s a mind traveler, Arlo. Mind travelers are spies. It’s what they do.”

  “Look, it doesn’t matter what she was. When we found her, my gut told me she was running from something. She was running from them, the Dirt Dwellers.”

  Logan let out a long sigh as he propped his chin on his hand.

  “Okay, let me put this situation on another slant.”

  Logan frowned. Is he really going to badger me? Not a smart thing to do when he hadn’t even finished his first cup of coffee.

  “Let’s say she is a spy.”

  Logan flopped back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. Yep, he’s going to tread there.

  “Did you ever think we might have a chance at turning her? We could make her into our mind traveler. We don’t have anyone with those abilities.” Arlo ran his hand through his hair as if it were an effort to communicate with him. “Logan, sometimes instinct is all you’ve got to go on, and mine’s telling me we can trust her. We should make her our woman.”

  He did a double take. “Make her our woman!” He stared Arlo down before jabbing at the food on his plate. “Are you crazy? We just met her. She’s a spy. She’s our enemy.”

  “Go with your gut on this.” He raised his hands up in a beseeching gesture. “That’s all I’m saying.”

  Logan shook his head. “I go with a sure thing. You know this. I don’t play hunches. I don’t listen to my gut or run with the odds. My gut got our parents killed.”

  “Come on, bro. How many times do you have to hear you’re not responsible for their deaths?”

  “Arlo, you were too young to fully understand how my gut reactions led to their demise. Trust me. I learned a very hard lesson. I’m not about to trust your lives, and the lives of our people, with hunches. Never again. I deal with facts and facts only. Fact is…Fay’s an Underworld government spy.”

  “Damn it, Logan. That is not a fact as of yet.”

  “It will be by the time I speak with Drakker.” He was losing his appetite.

  “I don’t care if she’s a spy or not. She came here of her own free will. That fact has to count for something. I know you think she’s still working for them, but my gut’s saying she isn’t.”

  “Arlo—”

  “No. Hear me out. Just because I’m the youngest, doesn’t mean I’m dumb. Right now, you suspect she’s a mind traveler.”

  “She never denied being one.”

  “And she never confessed either. So you don’t know for sure. The only thing she’s fessed up to is being a Dirt Dweller. But, if it turns out sometime last night or this morning she told Drakker she’s a mind traveler, you might consider persuading her to spy for us instead. And if you don’t want to consider that, will you at least consider keeping her as our wife?”

  “What? Have you lost your mind?” Logan dropped his fork and shoved his plate away. “You’re kidding, right? Listen to me, bro, ’cause I ain’t gonna repeat myself.” He poured another cup of coffee to give Arlo time to focus on his next words. “Don’t. Get. Attached.”

  Arlo pulled out a chair and straddled it. “Are you crazy? A man would have to be blind not to fall in love with her at first sight. Don’t tell me it didn’t happen to you because you looked pretty interested in what Drakker was doing to get information out of her, and you looked disappointed when she broke.”

  Logan flopped back in his chair then leaned forward. “Have to admit, I prefer watching Drakker’s technique of interrogation over Maddog’s more brutal style.”

  “Technique of interrogation? Who are you kidding? You were turned on watching her, just like I was.” Arlo smirked. “It was hot. Fay’s a stunning and sexual woman. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I thought my dick was going to explode.” He cleared his throat and adjusted himself. “It’s hard to forget her red lace underwear.”

  “She’s got amazing willpower.” Logan shook his head, intrigued. “Never seen a woman with a warrior’s tolerance.”

  Arlo nodded in agreement. “Few would have lasted five minutes under Drakker’s kind of interrogation.”

  “Most women would have confessed as soon as the herb took effect.”

  “And another reason I believe Drakker will return with information this morning that will confirm she’s not a DD spy.” Arlo leaned back in his chair. “Did you see her eyes when Drakker pulled out his di—”

  Drakker entered. “Stop the gossip, boys, I’m in the room.” He tossed a smirk at Logan as he strolled over to the breakfast table. He looked exhausted as he slouched into the chair. He jutted his chin toward the serving table filled with food. “Arlo, why don’t you take some breakfast up to the lady while I have a chat with our big brother?”

  Arlo jumped up, not waiting for Drakker to reconsider. He grabbed a plate, scooped up three eggs, several spoonfuls of home fries, and a handful of crispy maple bacon. He headed toward the door their housekeeper and cook Roxie was coming through with a hot pot of freshly brewed coffee.

  Logan called out before Arlo reached the door. “Bro, did you think to put some food on that plate a lady will eat?”

  “What do you mean? Women eat eggs, bacon, and potatoes.” He glanced at Roxie’s well-padded frame. “You eat bacon don’t you?”

  “I do.” She smiled. “But my men like meat on my bones.”

 
Logan laughed. “Well, my guess is a woman like Fay might be more of a Brie cheese and dark grapes kind of gal. Try adding a handful of almonds and maybe a slice or two of some zucchini bread. Roxie, you put it all there on the buffet table, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Logan, just as you requested.”

  Arlo waved his suggestion off and headed out of the room. Logan gave Roxie a pleading look, and she began loading a lady’s plate. “Thanks, Roxie.”

  “You’re welcome.” She headed out of the room.

  Logan shook his head and looked at Drakker. “You look like hell.”

  “Thanks.”

  “What do you have for me?”

  Drakker scratched his nose, a sign Logan recognized as meaning he didn’t want to talk. “She confessed to seeing a mind traveler in the interrogation room yesterday during the first half of the questioning.”

  “I knew it. She’s a spy.”

  “Not necessarily.”

  “Come on! She has to be. How else did she see the other mind traveler? Normal people can’t see them.”

  “Neither can a mind traveler unless they’re both in the fourth or fifth dimension.”

  “Then how did she know there was one in the room?”

  “Fay said her government forced a scientist, who happens to be a friend of hers, to develop a weapon to kill mind travelers. She said the guy felt like his building it was as good as signing a death warrant on every mind traveler. So he invented a countermeasure and asked Fay if she’d allow him to insert a special secret lens in her eye, so she could detect the weapon and any assassin mind travelers carrying the weapon. If his test lens did well, he’d sell it on the black market to mind travelers who wanted it.”

  “I’d like to get some of those.”

  Drakker nodded. “She held out telling us why she came here because she feared the mind traveler would report back that she’d come to uncover their true history. Sad, a simple desire to know something so insignificant like the past can get you slapped with the charge of treason in the Underworld of the Dirt Dwellers.”

  “Really? That’s odd unless the UG is withholding facts from their own people.”

  “Apparently, they are. Even more interesting…she confessed the mind travelers also have a bioplasmic or biophysical—I don’t remember the name, but some kind of lethal fourth or fifth dimensional weapon that can affect the physical.”

  “Shit. They have psychic weapons?”

  “I guess so, and they affect us in the physical.”

  “Great so now we can’t even see them coming.”

  Drakker shrugged. “Unless we can get our hands on this scientist.”

  “Not a bad idea. So. One question. If Fay’s not a spy and just an average Dirt Dweller citizen, why would a friend of hers invent a special lens for her eye to see mind travelers? That little fact doesn’t make sense.”

  “I hear you.” Drakker reached over and poured himself some coffee then leaned back into his chair. “And the reason why I’m thinking she’s a spy, but—”

  “Christ! I knew it, and you two idiots brought her right into our secret city.”

  “Logan, she didn’t want to talk because she didn’t want her real reason to be reported back to the leader of the Underworld government. It should tell you she’s—”

  “She’s playing double agent or traitor. Which?”

  Drakker squirmed in his seat, leaving Logan feeling unsettled. “I’d rather keep my opinions to myself, Logan. I’m leaving it to you to make this call.”

  Logan pushed back in his chair as anger surged through his body. “Why?”

  “I don’t think I can be…I don’t know, unbiased?”

  “What?” Logan threaded his fingers through his hair. What kind of affect was this woman having on his brothers? Okay, she was beautiful, but never had a woman’s beauty swayed them so far off track before. For both of them to be this enthralled with her meant it was time for him to have a private chat with the lady, and soon. “Why not?”

  “Because, I believe her. During her recuperation, we talked, a lot. I got to know her. I know this sounds crazy, but I’ve got feelings for the woman.”

  “Drakker, you know as well as I do, it’s just a psychological attachment because of the type of interrogation. What you did to her can’t be easy for you, bro. That type of cross-examination plays with your head and your emotions. Remember, you took some of the serum in your mouth, and it absorbs through the gums. It had to affect you as well. Maybe not as much as it did her, but it did play a part in how you handled her. Give it a day or two. You’ll see I’m right.”

  “I’m not new at this, Logan. I know my strengths and weaknesses. The serum has nothing to do with what I’m feeling this morning.” When Logan started to object, Drakker held up his hand to stop him. “I know the possible effects the drug could have on me. And the reason why, no matter how much she begged me last night to make love to her, I didn’t. Well, I don’t think I did.”

  Logan stiffened. “You don’t think you did?” He leaned back in his chair. “Bro, did you or didn’t you?”

  “No. I didn’t. I wouldn’t. It had to be a dream.”

  “What in the hell are you talking about—a dream? God damn it, Drakker. Did you fuck her or not?”

  He looked like he was thinking on it before he responded. “No.” He took a deep breath and said, “It was just a very real dream I had. I’m almost sure of it. I don’t know, maybe the herb has some kind of delayed effect.” He shook his head again. “No, I know I saw her down. I made sure she was well into her recovery, and then she rested. I was awake the whole night contemplating what I was feeling. Well, I drifted off for a short time this morning, that’s when I had the odd dream. Anyway, none of that matters. I realized what I was feeling, and I was feeling it before I interrogated her. And the reason why I was torn about doing the questioning.”

  “So, you’ve got the hots for her. Can’t say I blame you after what I witnessed, but it’ll fade.”

  “It’s more than that, bro.”

  Logan pushed farther away from the table a little annoyed. Drakker was the one who kept him and romantic-minded Arlo on a rigid path of goals. Having a wife was not one of those goals. Drakker had always claimed a wife wouldn’t behoove any of them. A wife wouldn’t work for Logan because he was their people’s leader, and he couldn’t afford a weak spot for enemies to hit. In Drakker’s opinion, Arlo wouldn’t make a good husband because he was too judgmental and immature. As far as a man like himself, Drakker felt he wouldn’t make a good husband because he was away so much of the time leading their army. When he wasn’t away, he was at the medical research center overseeing and developing new truth serums, psychic mind probes, and other such devices.

  Drakker persisted in his train of thought, much to Logan’s frustration. “I’m feeling something more than lust for her. Fay’s under my skin in a bad way. It doesn’t help she’s claiming she wants to join us and help us bring our truth to light with the Dirt Dweller society. She knows the value in numbers when you overthrow a regime. She also offered to mind travel for us into their world to get the advantage.”

  “Whoa! Wait a doggone minute, she confessed to being a mind traveler? Why didn’t you tell me? So, she’s a spy.”

  “I don’t know yet. Yes, she knows how to mind travel, but she could be an instructor, an interviewer, a debriefer, or part of a trainer team. All aspects of mind travel. Just because she can view things by remote vision or mind travel doesn’t mean she’s a spy.”

  “Come on!” He slammed his cloth napkin on the table.

  “Logan, for all we know the average DD might be able to mind travel. She wants to know if and when we plan to attack.”

  Logan frowned. “Interesting that she wants to know that. What did you tell her?”

  “Nothing. But…I got into her head last night as I worked her through the recovery. I…I saw where her heart is, Logan. I know where mine is. I want you to make her our woman.”

  * * * *


  Arlo entered the room to find Fay sitting in the window seat wearing Drakker’s oversize sweatshirt and matching gray socks that swam around her ankles. Her arms surrounded her bent knees, exposing her bare thighs—a sight for his lustful gaze. The woman was truly angelic. He walked across the room and set the breakfast tray between them in hope of controlling his desire to hug her.

  She looked up and flushed a deep red before looking away.

  He couldn’t move too fast, especially after what Drakker did to her last night. “Good morning.” Her silence to his greeting made him uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.”

  Her voice was close to a whisper. “Why are you sorry?”

  “You’re going to talk to me?”

  Confusion knitted her brow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “I didn’t stop them from interrogating you.”

  “You tried.” Fay pulled a lap blanket lying at her feet over her legs.

  “Not hard enough. I know I let you down, but my brothers had a point.”

  “Yeah, what point?”

  “If you’d been a Star Rider or a Mole, you would have known what trees and streams are and that they are filled with water not acid. Even if you’d never seen one, you would have recognized a coyote and snake. But I still feel guilty about yesterday. I thought you might hate me.”

  She reached out and touched his hand. “Don’t feel bad. The interrogation wasn’t what I thought it would be.”

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes—”

  The door opened, and he cocked his head as she went silent. Her glance swept across the room, and a ruby flush inched up her neck. He grabbed her hand, and his stomach somersaulted. Her beautiful eyes widened making him turn to see what caused her reaction.

  Roxie? Curious, he watched his housekeeper’s curvaceous hips sway left and right with each swinging step she took toward them.

  “Now, don’t you be looking at me like that, young man.” Roxie crossed the room to where Fay sat carrying another tray. Before Arlo could get his question out, she shook a finger at him. “And don’t you go airing your lungs at me, Mr. Arlo usdiga anadanvtli Abán—”