ReclaimedSurrender

by Riley Murphy

  Although he reveled in her acceptance, he wasn’t done. “Your story’s not finished though. We need an ending, baby. Are you ready to find the right one for you and me?”

  She leaned back and lifted her eyes to his. He was glad that her look was somber and attentive. “Yes.”

  He reached for the box then used one hand to open it. He withdrew the heavy silver circle and held it up between them, waiting and gauging her reaction.

  “A collar?”

  “I had it specially made for you. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “It’s beautiful. Are those roses engraved on the medallion?”

  He nodded and adjusted the piece until the rounded, quarter-sized tag lay flush against his wrist. Then he held his arm toward her so she could better examine it. “They have rather large thorns.”

  “It’s stunning.”

  “Turn it over.”

  Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. The combined actions made his ball sac squeeze up nice and tight. Damn, she was a beauty and the sight of his collar displayed openly between them sent his libido into overdrive. The thick silver so close to the naked skin of her breast. So close to where it would rest against the beating pulse of her neck, fired him to the core. He wanted to lock it around her throat and demand she never take it off. But he wouldn’t do that. They’d made conscious decisions early on in their relationship that precluded him from collaring her. Not that he hadn’t wanted to. He had, but that was one adjustment to her new kind of lifestyle that she’d been unable to accept. He’d respected that until he’d come to see that the wearing of his collar might be one of her hard limits. One of the boundaries he needed to push and explore with her to see if it was a self-imposed limitation dictated by her intellect or truly a facet of her submissive nature that she couldn’t accept. This week gave him the perfect opportunity to explore without scaring her off or freaking her out.

  “Read the words to me.”

  She put her forefinger and thumb on each curved side and read, “I am the property of Rene Tanner. He is my,” she continued more softly, “Master. I shall always be his treasured gift.” Her hand dropped to her lap as quickly as her gaze did.

  “Very good.” He stroked her cheek and spoke low and reassuringly to her. “I know we agreed that you being collared could complicate things in our regular lives, but for the balance of this week I’m asking you to accept my silver and let me lock my collar on you.”

  She nodded and his heart raced. “Say the words. Say you accept my collar.”

  “I accept your collar for the balance of the week.”

  He smiled, noting the additional words. “Clever girl. Chin up.” He waited for her to tilt her head back, exposing the silky smooth column of her neck. “Higher. All the way up. That’s it,” he praised, when she extended herself farther. “I had the lock redesigned. Instead of sitting at the back it’s now hidden in the eyelet of the medallion so there’s only one break in the circle and even that you can’t see.”

  He got the silver around her neck. It was short, like a choker, but that’s how he’d wanted it. “Keep still. Hold your breath. It requires five short turns with the key.” It took him a couple of tries, but eventually his efforts paid off. “There.” He returned the key to the box. “All done. It’s beautiful. Look at me.”

  When she did the sight of her took his breath away. He’d never wanted to collar any woman before he’d found Alexis. Not that he hadn’t had subs who’d begged and pleaded with him for the privilege. There had been a few, but he’d rejected them all because he believed a collar was sacred. In his mind it was no less symbolic than a wedding ring was to a traditional couple.

  He tilted her chin this way and that to examine his claiming. It took him barely a moment to realize that this went beyond an aesthetic turn-on. For the gleaming silver around her throat brought home to him how important this unique and special marriage was and how very close they’d come to throwing it all away.

  “This.” He scooped two fingers under the medallion and lifted it off her skin. “This pleases me more than I can say.” He bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on it, lingering for a moment and rubbing his thumb over the stylized roses as he ordered, “Give me your mouth.”

  He didn’t wait for her to come forward. Instead he grasped the weighty circle and pulled, groaning when she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him. All hard and edgy. His perfect kind of sensual. There was nothing shy or reserved about the way her mouth yielded and opened for him. The way her tongue clashed with his. Stabbing and diving and tasting as she climbed him looking for a deeper way in.

  He held on to her ass, but lightly enough that she still had the freedom to move and she took advantage of the fact. She came up on her knees and pressed herself from thigh to shoulder against his torso. With her breasts squashed into his chest and her pelvis sexily undulating over the tense muscles of his stomach, his adrenaline spiked. Pure lust poured through him and his full-to-bursting cock raged to be buried inside her. Fighting the urge to stab itself into her as hard as his tongue was ravaging her pliant mouth. Christ, his every thought landed on just how pliant other parts of her were when she completely surrendered herself, like she was doing now.

  He was almost tempted. Almost. So even though it nearly killed him, he pressed his skull into the chair and turned his head aside. When she tried to follow in an attempt to recapture his lips he denied her, “No, baby.” He waited for her to give up on that fruitless endeavor before turning back to her. With a gentle smile he curled a finger under her chin and lifted until her heated gaze met his. “That’s enough for now. I want you to go get my robe and put it on. Then we’ll go downstairs and have some lunch. How does that sound?”

  “Boring.”

  He laughed at how miffed she was. “You need to eat. What did you have for breakfast?” When she told him, he scowled. “You need more than that to keep up your energy.”

  “Why?” She shrugged in an overly casual way. He knew something was amiss when she started to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt. “It’s not as if we’re doing anything at the moment that requires me to expend any energy.”

  “True, but later, after lunch and some quiet time, you’re going to need all the energy you can muster.” Her luscious mouth parted and her hands stilled as she shot a look up. He made a tsk, tsk sound and asked, “Did you forget? I want to test some of your limits.” He brushed the pad of his thumb over her plump lower lip. “Some…hard limits. There’s no better way for you and I to reestablish our bond than pushing some extremes. Don’t you agree?”

  Her hand went to the medallion. She clutched it and he wasn’t sure whether the action was meant to reassure her or not. He wanted her reassured and the sooner the better. “Okay?”

  “I might not be ready.”

  “I’ll go slowly. You know how I like to go slow with you.” Her look told him she knew only too well how much he liked to take his time. He thought the idea would comfort her, but now she was rubbing the medallion as if it were a genie’s bottle and she was hoping one would magically appear to help her out. That wasn’t going to happen. “Go to my closet and get my robe.”

  She shot off his lap. Clearly she’d forgotten the lingering result of her punishment because she had to stop and adjust her panties. No doubt the elastic stung where it clung to her. Then the moment she turned, he nearly lost it. The sight of her tight little ass beneath those lace panties would have been enough of a visual stroke to get him going, but the cherry-red stripes from her punishment blazing beneath that sheer red fabric? It really did it for him. Now he was dying to see just how accommodating that part of her would prove to be.

  He stood and shoved his hand down the front of his pants. After several attempts he gave up. There definitely was no good adjustment to be made there. No way in hell a cello would ever fit into a violin case. Damn, her quiet time couldn’t be over soon enough for him.

  * * * * *

  Alexis sat at the kitchen ta
ble, wondering if she were dreaming. She had to be. How else could she have returned to this place, this space, so swiftly and without one iota of regret?

  “Have you had enough to eat, honey?”

  Oh yeah, that’s why. Rene had turned on the charm and rolled out the authority. A lethal combination that made her weak in the knees and sapped all her will. Not that she had much of the latter when he was like this. Especially now that he’d collared her. The moment she heard the locking mechanism snap into place she knew she was in trouble. Yup, that high self-awareness was back only stronger than ever before and so was the constant sexual tension. It was a steady flutter low in her belly, which occasionally zapped down between her legs with a jolt. She was on edge. Primed. Attuned to his voice and his movements.

  “Yes, I’ve had enough.”

  He nodded and placed his napkin on his plate. “Come here.” Pushing out his chair, he patted his lap.

  All it took was one glance at those strong thighs spread and waiting for her and she melted. Involuntarily, the muscles between her legs squeezed up tight and started aching. By the time she walked around the table and settled on his lap she was wet and tingly and wishing right at the moment that he hadn’t told her that story. Because now that he’d connected with the submissive girl inside her, all she wanted to do was come out and play with him.

  “Lift your chin for me.”

  She did and he bent down and kissed the medallion before he kissed the side of her neck, her cheek and lips.

  “Say thank you.”

  She had no idea why she was saying it, but she didn’t deny him the words. “Thank you.”

  He pulled her in close and the comforting embrace filled her with a contentment she hadn’t felt for a very long time.

  “All settled?”

  “Yes.”

  “I like the weight of you in my arms.” He gave her a squeeze. “Now, in a few minutes I’m going to take you upstairs for your quiet time. I want to give you something to think about when you’re alone with your thoughts. Are you ready to hear it?”

  Alexis was sensitive to the tone of his voice. She’d been trained to recognize the subtle shifts and change of rhythms when he quietly spoke to her. The lowered octave indicated he was prepared to be the patient and loving instructor who would explain the coming challenges that he’d expect her to endure…for him. Already an excited apprehension began beating inside her breast. “I’m ready.”

  “Good girl. Now stay still and listen.”

  He undid the tie around her waist and let it drop to the floor. Without hesitating, he parted the heavy terry robe wide and exposed her breasts. For several long minutes he did no more than that, leaving her open and vulnerable to his stare. It warmed her to the core, arousing her enough that she’d momentarily forgotten this was how he always prepared her before he pushed her limits, but then he reminded her.

  “I want to own every inch of you. Know every part of you.” He dipped down and spoke softly into her ear, “Do you want to please me?”

  She did. Her heart skipped a beat and she answered, “Yes.”

  “It’s not going to be easy for you, but I promise after the initial discomfort you’ll enjoy it. You’ll love it, Alexis, because you’ll know you’ll be immeasurably pleasing me. You want that, don’t you? You want me to have use of all of you. You’ve given me every part of you but that one and I want that piece of you now. Tell me you’re ready to do this. Tell me you want to please me this way. You do, don’t you?”

  She licked her lips and had to fight the monumental urge she had to slide her hand up his rock-hard chest and grab hold of his shoulder for support. She couldn’t believe she was going to agree. She knew what would be required and yet… “Yes.”

  “Very good.” He took his time, stroking her puckered nipples with a light but tantalizing touch until she closed her eyes and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. The fluttering sensation low in her belly turned to a pulsating wave that spread in liquid heat and drenched her panties.

  “I’m going to explain to you how I’ll prepare you to please me.” His breath was warm against her ear as his words sank through her to her soul. “When I take you upstairs I’ll make you remove my robe. I want you dressed in nothing but my collar when you lie on the bed. Not with your head to the headboard. I want you to lie across the width of the bed. I want you horizontal and lying on your tummy. Then I’m going to slide one of the feather pillows under your hips so your bottom is propped up and ready. I want you to try to stay on the pillow, do you understand?”

  Her pulse galloped and blood rushed to her cheeks. “I—yes.” Even though he’d told her to remain still she didn’t fight the urge she had to turn her face into his chest and hide her blush.

  “Hey, hey.”

  She thought he was going to reprimand her for moving, but he only hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up, saying, “You know better than to be embarrassed with me. I know all your secrets, baby, but we have to uncover more.” He caressed her jawline so reverently she thought she’d be a complete ninny and start crying. As if he’d read her thoughts he said, “You can cry, little one. It’s okay.”

  She felt the telltale tremble on her lips and hated herself for being such a coward. She’d just had her bottom walloped. Okay, walloped might be overstating the matter because Rene hadn’t spanked her too hard—just hard enough—and here she was worried about doing something hundreds of people do every day? She couldn’t even explain the fear. Only to know that the first time he’d suggested they try it, she’d said no and the longer she’d put it off the more the idea frightened her. That’s why she’d put this on her “hard limits” list. “I do want to please you.”

  “I know.” He hugged her tight. “Are you listening?”

  “Yes.”

  “When you’re facedown on the bed, as I explained, I’m going to get The Flirt. Do you remember what Ken told you about that?”

  Her face burned against his chest as she remembered Ken’s matter-of-fact description. The flirt is a silicone butt plug. It’s good for extended play or just as a primer. Now she wished she’d taken the time to qualify what he’d meant by “extended play”. “I remember.”

  “Good. I’m going to be careful. Very careful, baby. I’ll use plenty of lubricant to prepare you and when I slip it inside you I’ll go nice and slow so you’ll feel the burn. I promise it will only get better with total submission. That’s why I want you to welcome this intrusion and when you do, I’ll tell you to relax and breathe. To accept it by easing every bit of tension out of your body. If you complain I’ll remind you that you’re doing this for me. You want to please me and that’s why you’re going to be a good girl and do this. You’ll accept this, all the way in, until your inner muscles convulse and close over it to keep it in place. Mmm…” he purred and gave her earlobe a tug between his teeth. “That kind of innate suction really does it for me. I can’t wait to feel you squeeze on me. My cock is burning right now, dying to get up inside you this way.”

  “Rene…” She was sinking into that wonderful comforting haze.

  “What, baby?” He stroked her cheek, her neck and shoulder. “Is this too much for you?”

  She wanted to say yes. “No.”

  “Okay, we’re almost done. Once I have this in you I want it firmly in place so you can get used to the pressure. Used to this kind of invasion. This kind of sex is personal and deep and I love it. Do you understand?”

  His voice had gone gruff, almost hoarse. The whisky-soaked tone of it poured over her like an erotic caress. Every nerve ending in her body was humming. “Yes.”

  “Then when you’re just how I want you… When you have this buried up inside you and you’re naked and lying on the bed with your ass in the air and my collar around your neck you’re going to think of nothing else, but how I own you. How I own every inch of you and to deny me any part of my own property would be wrong. It would, wouldn’t it?”

  She closed her eyes
and nodded against his chest.

  “Say it.”

  Her voice sounded stronger than she felt. “I will deny you nothing.”

  “That pleases me.” He brushed his hand up and down her back. The warmth of it seeped through the terrycloth, but it wasn’t his touch that set her on fire. It was the approval in his tone that intoxicated her. “While you’re waiting for me to end your quiet time I want you to think of how I’m going to take you this way. How, after you’ve accommodated The Flirt in order to experience the pressure and the unfamiliar intrusion, I’ll be expecting you to accommodate me. I know because of my size this must frighten you, but you shouldn’t be afraid. I’ll go very, very slow. You’ll remain facedown, your ass in the air, while I spread your tingling cheeks.” He dipped down and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear, murmuring, “Your little bottom is tingling, isn’t it?”

  “Yes.” But she wasn’t sure if it was from the earlier punishment or the visuals his words were inspiring.

  “I’ll use plenty of oil. Lots of oil. It will be on you, in you and all over my hands as I lie over you and slide my palms between the mattress and your breasts. My touch will be slippery, but the good kind of slippery, as my hands skate over your hardened nipples, down your stomach to reach your belly before they eagerly dive right to the hottest, wettest part of you where I won’t need any oil because you’ll be fully ready for me, won’t you, Alex?”

  He was driving her into that quiet and peaceful place. Lulled by the tone of his voice and the strength of his arms locked around her, she barely had the will to nod.

  “I’ll slide into you, nice and slow. Easy. And you’ll beg me, Alex. You’ll push that fine ass of yours into the air, into my pelvis in an attempt to grind, all the while begging me to take you harder. To slam it in. To fully claim the rest of my property so I can say that I’ve enjoyed every part of what I own deeply and without restriction. You may cry, Alex, but those will be tears of joy you shed because you’ve surrendered to me so beautifully and made me happy.”

  She took a steadying breath and clung to him.