Wyk's Surrender (1Night Stand Series)

by Dakota Trace

  She walked over to her bag to retrieve the plug. “Good to know.” She took it out of its unopened package then rinsed the supple silicone in the small sink in the wet bar. Then she returned to his side and squatted down in front of him. “Hold your hands out for me.”

  He jumped a bit at her order, but obeyed. “Yes, Mistress.”

  Breaking one of her own rules and knowing he couldn’t see her, she smiled. After placing the plug between his palms, she grabbed the small remote. She resisted the urge to flip it on—to see if he’d jump again, or perhaps make that sexy sound of need.

  Wyk tried to measure the plug’s dimensions. Not overly large, but thicker than anything he’d ever taken back there. Perhaps if he asked her nicely, she’d use plenty of lube before attempting to shove it up his ass. A sudden vibration caused him to fumble the device.

  “Don’t drop it, slave. I shall be disappointed if you break my toy within the first few minutes of the scene.” The vibration grew more intense, but this time he was prepared. He wrapped his fingers around it as the pulse of the toy radiated up his arms. His cock dripped from excitement. What would this feel like inside of him? He’d once used a vibrator in the ass of a former girlfriend who enjoyed double penetration. The feel of it against the underside of his cock had driven him crazy. The idea of her doing the same teased him. Would she be experienced enough with the toy to find his prostate? Or would the vibration be too much for him if she let him fuck her at the same time? Anticipation of finding out grew inside him until he wanted shove the plug up his own ass.

  “Good, slave, don’t let go of the plug. I want you to feel what later will be inside of you.” Her voice came from the left. “But first....” Her fingernails lightly scratched over his scalp.” There’s a small matter of your early arrival to deal with.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He wouldn’t argue with her. If she wanted to abuse his body, he had no issue with it. Particularly if she choose to use the flogger.

  “How early were you, slave?” Her fingers abandoned him, before a light tap struck his shoulder.

  “About twenty-five minutes, Mistress.”

  “Ah.” She hummed near his left ear. “Under normal circumstances, I would require one stroke for every minute. However that number of lashes from the flogger would probably make you too sore to play. Nor do I want to spend the night tending your back. I want you to leave this room in the morning with a smile and a few pleasant aches.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He gave a sigh of relief. Twenty-five strokes with the flogger for being early? He’d remember that in the future, and either make sure he arrived on time or limit his arrival to ten minutes early.

  “So instead, I want you to tell me about the last time you jacked off, slave. What you were thinking about; why you were doing it?”

  He bit his lower lip. If he refused to tell her, Venus would suspect he knew it was her. But if he did, the little tyrant would be impossible to live with once they returned to work. I’m screwed either way. Give up the chance to be with her now, or live with her smugness when they got back to the office.

  “I’m waiting. Unless you would rather have the lashes?” Her voice seemed farther away but no less firm.

  “I was at work.”

  “You were? Such a naughty boy. And what tempted you into such behavior at your place of business?” A light thud sounded from his left. Her jean shorts?

  “I was horny.” Much like I am now.

  Her chuckle surprised him. He almost expected her to put him in his place for his sarcasm. “Of course you were. But why?”

  He blurted out the truth. “I have this damned assistant. All I can think about is fucking her across my desk. She orders me around at the office, tells me that I have to give her my whereabouts at all times. I’m the boss, but she acts like she’s my keeper. Her demands drive me nuts.”

  Venus’s very familiar excuse filled the air. His assistant spoke, not the Domme.

  “Drives you nuts because she needs those things to do her job better, or because you think you shouldn’t have to answer to a lowly assistant? Did you ever think perhaps she’s trying to take care of you?”

  “Take care of me? No, I think it’s because she’s a Domme. She has to be in control. It irritates me. I’m not a child.”

  She sighed. “Even children know to check in so their parents know their whereabouts, but enough of that. You didn’t come here to talk about your issue with your assistant. I want to know more about why you jerked off at work. Surely it wasn’t just because…this assistant was there. What did I do to cause such a response?”

  He let her slip of the tongue pass. Why end the game so soon? “I picked up the phone to check on my reservations for my flight out here and accidentally overheard her conversation. She planned to get laid tonight.”

  “And that aroused you?” Her answer was a bit breathless. Was she rubbing her clit, masturbating to his words? The idea thrilled him, even as he wanted to push her hand aside so he could be the one pleasuring her.

  “Hell, yeah. Especially when she mentioned a bag of goodies to use on him.” He shifted a bit, widening his thighs to give his cock more room. “I’ve wanted in her bed since the moment I found out she was a Domme, but after she said she had a cock ring, and flogger for the lucky son of a bitch, I got so hard I had to have relief.”

  He heard another rustle before a low hum filled the room. A vibrator? He wanted to howl. He wanted to watch her pleasure herself, so he could do the same.

  “So did you just whip it out there in your office? If so, it had to have been risky. She could’ve walked in at any moment.”

  He groaned. “If only.” His cock ached even more at the idea. What would prim Ms. Spinazzola-Navarro do if she caught him jerking off? Lecture him about unprofessional behavior, or maybe go all Domme on his ass? Would she rub her clit while she watched?

  “No, I whipped it out in my executive bathroom, Mistress.” Irritated, he made his next words as raunchy as possible. “Like a hundred times before, I imagined her there, telling me I could only come when she allowed it. I’d stroke my cock, wishing she was there to control my pleasure.”

  “What if she refused to let you jerk that cock to completion, slave? Instructed you to sit behind your desk with your erection tenting those pretty little trousers of yours?” The buzzing stopped. A low growl built in his chest. He wanted to see. The blindfold drove him nuts. He held the plug only to keep the game from ending.

  “I would like to say I’d have stopped, if I was on the verge of orgasm and she commanded me to cease, I don’t think I could’ve obeyed.” Her scent teased his nose, and warm hands surrounded his cock and slid down his length.

  “Which is exactly why you will wear this, slave.”

  Something tight pinched at the base of his cock. His mind whirled as the implication of it set in. A cock ring! His Mistress now controlled his pleasure.

  Chapter Five

  Wyk on his knees, the red mask over his eyes, and the vibrating ring cinched tight around the base of his cock made Venus’s mouth water. Of course, he ruined the picture when he dropped the plug and grabbed for his groin.

  “Either it stays or you leave, slave.” She wouldn’t allow any doubt about who was in charge of this scene to enter Wyk’s devious little mind. They weren’t at work now.

  He groaned and dropped his fists to his thighs. He took a few deep breaths and his shoulders sagged. “May I speak, Mistress?”

  “Of course. I’m not the type of Mistress who demands total obedience from her slave, to the point they are allowed to speak only when I say they can. I want to control you, not take away your choices.”

  His shoulders relaxed. “Does the ring mean I won’t come tonight?”

  Ah, so that’s his issue. He thinks I’ll torment him until his balls are blue then refuse to let him come.

  “That all depends upon you, slave. If you’re good, there will be plenty of pleasure...for both of us.”

  He nodded and one of
his killer smiles crossed his face. “I’ve been told I’m really good, Mistress.”

  Typical Wyk. “We shall see. First you have to earn the right.”

  His nostrils flared. “And how do I do that?”

  “By giving up that formidable self-control to me. Allowing me to do what I wish with your sexy body.” She let the words sink in.

  His lips parted and he nodded. “I’ll try, Mistress.”

  “That’s all I guess I can ask for at this point.” She didn’t have the right to demand anything more from him. This is only for tonight. She leaned down and snagged one of his wrists. “Up. You’ve been on your knees long enough, and I want to get a good look at my slave.”

  Her heart skipped a beat when he raised his arm, patting the air in front of him. For a split second she thought he would remove his mask.

  “A hand up, Mistress?”

  “Of course.” She hooked her arms through his to help him to his feet. For once she was happy for her larger than average size, for the height she’d cursed her parents for since the day she grew taller than the average woman. It gave her submissive something to hang onto, to rely upon. She inhaled when his cock brushed her shorts. She hadn’t changed into the Domme clothing she’d selected for their date, but she wouldn’t read too much into that. Instead she would explore the delicious body in front of her. She ran her hands over his warm chest, then teased his nipples. She loved how the little black disks pebbled under her touch.

  “Sensitive?” She knew the answer but wanted him to admit it.

  “Yes, Mistress.” His breath teased her temple.

  “Ever had them clamped?” She pinched them between her forefingers and thumbs.

  “No, Mistress.” He gasped, thrusting his chest into her palms.

  She sucked one of the nubs between her lips, licking and nipping at the captured flesh. He clutched the back of her head.

  “Hands down! You don’t touch me without permission, slave.”

  Against her stomach, his cock jerked. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” His arms dropped to his sides.

  “Not as sorry as you will be. Hands behind your back.” She leaned over and snagged the Velcro cuffs from the toy bag. “Since it’s obvious you love topping from the bottom, we will nip this behavior in the bud.” She circled him, and attached one cuff to his thick wrist. “These beginner restraints, shouldn’t be too uncomfortable, but they will keep you from touching without permission.” Once the other one was on, she pinched his fingers. When the blood rushed back into them, she did the same to his other hand. “How’s that? Too tight?”

  His voice trembled. “No, Mistress.”

  “Good. And your safe word?” She returned to her former position in front of him.

  “Red, Mistress.” His chest heaved, and his cock wept drops of clear fluid. One of them coursed down his shaft and tempted her. She wanted to taste. His reaction to being restrained and at her mercy pleased her.

  “Correct. If this gets to be too much, I want you to use it.” She fell to her knees and sucked his cock deep inside her mouth. At his hoarse shout, she smiled with her mouth full. Some Dommes considered this act subservient, but she got a thrill like no other. With Wyk tied up like a Thanksgiving turkey, she could choose to give him pleasure or pain. The feeling went straight to her head.

  “Mistress!” He swayed into her mouth, his hips bucking. Wrapping her fist around him above the cock ring, she pulled back, tracing the vein on the underside as she retreated. She lapped at the head, then sucked it inside her mouth. Not only did he smell divine, he tasted just as good. She could become addicted to his flavor. Not that she would ever tell him that. As she explored him, she ignored his praise, his babbling pleas. He was hers—at least for the moment—and she would enjoy him.

  Wyk’s world centered on the hot mouth and sleek tongue tormenting his dick. He’d never expected to feel her mouth around him without an inordinate amount of pleas on his part. But Venus surprised him as she tried to suck his soul out through the head of his cock. The lash of her tongue, the tight suction of her lips, and even the scrape of her teeth pushed him higher, until he hung on the edge of release. The cock ring kept him from going off like a short-fused cannon when something brushed his anus. When she pushed in a finger, he jerked as if a strong jolt of electricity had hit him.

  “Mistress! Please!” The slight stretching inflamed his desire and he tightened down. His dazed thoughts went to the plug he’d dropped earlier.

  “Shh, relax for me, slave. I don’t want to tear you. It’s only me for the moment. No plug.” She whispered the words against his inner thigh, her breath teasing him.

  “Ah...I’ll try.” He had to force himself to relax, to allow her access to such a vulnerable part of his body. Within seconds, however, she pressed deeper and rubbed against his prostate. A jolt of sensation hit him hard.

  “There it is.” Her smug tone washed over him. “Does it feel good when I do this?” She pushed a bit harder, then circled her finger. He groaned as a bomb detonated inside him. Pleasure, sharp and brutal, swept over him.

  “Son of a...please...fuck....” The pleasure buffeted him with each rotation, even though the torture device at the base of his dick wouldn’t allow him to come.

  “Hmmm.” She lapped at the slit of his cockhead. “Obviously it does. Perhaps, if you’re good, I’ll do it again...when you don’t have the cock ring on.” Then she abandoned his ass and released his cock. He wanted to cry. At least, until she hooked her arm around his neck to press her lips to his. He groaned at the taste of himself on her tongue when she took total possession of their kiss as she had everything else since he’d entered the room. He swayed on his feet by the time she released him.

  “Damned if you don’t taste good, slave.” She sounded a bit hoarse, but he wouldn’t gloat and risk her withdrawal.

  “More, Mistress.” He didn’t care if he had to beg.

  “And more is what you shall get.” She led him by his cock. “There is an ottoman front of you, slave. I’ll turn you around and then I want you to sit down. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” The lightly textured fabric of the ottoman tickled his bare ass after he settled in position. He wanted to wiggle, but all thoughts of that slipped his mind when she crawled onto his lap and straddled his hips. Her shorts rubbed against him. It drove him mad to know that all that separated his cock from her pussy was a layer of denim.

  “You mentioned you like to eat pussy, but first I want to see how talented your lips are. Open.” The pebbled tip of her breast brushed his cheek.

  He turned his face to capture her nipple in his mouth, sucking her while she held the back of his head to guide him. When she pulled away, he growled and tried to follow. His reward was to be guided to her other breast to find a captive nipple ring through it. He latched on and flicked its stiffness before curling his tongue around the ring and tugging. Her soft mewl filled his ears. Uncertain of her response, he pinched her flesh with his teeth. Her groan followed a harsh demand for more, which he gladly gave. He licked, nibbled, and sucked whatever part of her breasts she pressed against his mouth.

  “Enough.” Her weight lifted from his lap. “You’ve proved your point, slave, but I’m too hot to appreciate your mouth.”

  Panting, he waited for her to continue, to explain. Surely she wouldn’t abandon him. “Mistress?”

  “I need to feel this....” Her hand found his cock. “Inside of me. Would you enjoy that, slave?”

  “Fuck, yeah.” His head tipped back as her grip tightened before she released him.

  “That’s not a proper answer, slave.” The unexpected slap of the flogger against his back sent another jolt of pleasure through him. A hiss escaped him; heat raced across his skin. “Care to reword your answer?”

  “Fuck, yeah, Mistress?” He gritted between his teeth, jerking against his bonds. Not that he wanted out of them. He needed to pit his strength against the cuffs that held him, to know that he couldn’t escape. The
flogger thudded against his left shoulder. Its strands wrapped over the top of it so the ends hit his collarbone. More heat followed when she gave his other shoulder the same treatment. Within seconds she found a steady rhythm, which had his back as hot as his desire for more.

  “I should make you ask nicely, slave. Make you beg to feel my pussy around you.” Her words were cold, but he could hear the intensity behind them.

  “I’m sorry, Ven...Mistress. Please fuck me.” With lust singing though him, he almost spoke her name. He’d die if she didn’t give him what he needed. He’d crawl across the floor on his knees, let her collar him like a pup, anything to have her finish what she’d started.

  Chapter Six

  Venus held the flogger in one fist as she stared down at him. She could only hope his desire for her had reached its peak, because she couldn’t wait much longer. His breath was fast, and every so often his hips rocked up. The idea that she, Venus Spinazzola-Navarro, had pushed the great and mighty Wyk Havas to this point stroked her own desire higher. Her blood raced in her veins. Still, she’d caught his slip. How had he known? She’d thought the shadows had hidden her identity, but perhaps they hadn’t. Now torn, did she finish this? Or back off? Logic said she should let him free and send him on his merry way, but the dominant part of her wanted what she’d created. When he released another moan, his distress registered on her lust-dazed senses, and she decided to hang onto the illusion as long as she could, because tomorrow he’d be gone.

  “Better answer, slave.” She pulled a condom from her pocket. “I’m going to remove the cock ring, for a moment, to put on a condom on you. Do not come.”

  She crouched between his thighs, ripped open the wrapper with her teeth. After pulling the sheath out, she rolled it down the swollen length of his shaft. Meeting his eyes, she tugged on the quick release snap. He groaned above her head, his torso twisting. A quick glance at his groin surprised her as he seemed to swell before her eyes. Damn, that baby looks ready to burst. “Do you think you can last long enough for your Mistress to find her pleasure?”