Laken's Surrender (Haven)

by Roberts, Laylah

  “Thank you for the collar,” she said quietly.

  He drew her back so he could stare down into her eyes. “You really like it?”

  She nodded.

  “Good, I’m glad. While you need a collar before we go to Saxon’s, I would be thrilled and honored if you would wear it all the time. Well, except when you’re showering or sleeping, if it annoys you.”

  “Thank you. And thank you for the tracking device, I feel so much safer now.”

  He cupped her face then leaned down to kiss her.

  “How’s that plug feeling?” he asked.

  “Like it’s overdue to come out,” she replied. “I can’t believe you made me wear it while your brothers were here.”

  He chuckled. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I was suffering too. Every time I thought of you wearing that plug, my cock grew harder. Come on, I’ll take it out for you.”

  He took hold of her hand and led her to the bathroom, removing the plug and cleaning it.

  “Want to watch a DVD?” she suggested. “I’ll let you pick the movie.”

  “You need to sleep, sugar. You’ve got dark bags under your eyes and you’re too pale.”

  “I’m exhausted but I don’t know if I can get any sleep tonight,” she confessed. “I’m kind of scared to close my eyes.”

  He massaged her shoulders lightly. “I have an idea. Why don’t you go into the bedroom and strip off. Put a towel on top of the bed and lie face down on top of it.”

  He gave her a kiss on the forehead before sending her off with a heavy pat to her ass.

  Duncan searched for the scented oil he’d bought the other day with just this in mind. He entered the bedroom to find her lying just as he had ordered.

  Moving back into the bedroom, he poured it over his hands before he sat astride her and started to knead her shoulders.

  “Ohh.” She melted beneath him.

  Duncan chuckled. “I may not be good at romantic things like giving you flowers or remembering dates, but I give a damn good massage.”

  “You sure do, Sir.”

  He moved down her back then over each arm, rubbing each of them until she was almost asleep.

  “Draw your legs apart, sugar,” he said quietly.

  He waited until she’d obeyed him before moving to kneel on the bed between her open legs. He took her foot into his hands and massaged the arch then moved his way up her leg.

  The other leg received the same treatment.

  “Roll over.”

  With a soft sigh, she rolled over. Duncan paid just as much attention to her front, especially her breasts. He pinched and rolled her nipples until they were stiff and a deep red. Then he ran his hand down her stomach until he reached the puffy folds of her pussy. He massaged her labia. Her legs rose slightly and he stopped, slapping his hand against her clit. Her eyes flew open.

  “Remain still, baby. Last warning.”

  She nodded once, her eyes drifting shut once more as he went back to his sensual massage.

  She was everything he’d ever dreamed of and he’d spent the last three years dreaming of little else but her. He kissed his way up her thigh. The scent of her arousal tempted him, teased him. Blood pounded through his veins, making his head swim.

  His cock, hard and throbbing, longed to sink into her warmth. He gritted his teeth, determined to taste her first.

  “Hold still, sugar. I want to taste my pussy and you’re not to come without my permission. If you’re very good and stay very still I might let you come.”

  “Sugar and spice,” she whispered.

  “What was that?”

  “Sugar and spice, Sir,” she bit out

  He hid a grin at the heat in her voice. Damn, he’d forgotten how fun it was playing with her. Laken had always been filled with fire. Something he loved about her.

  Rolling her onto her side, he gave her a couple of hard smacks on her buttocks. She moaned, her voice filled with arousal. He rubbed in the heat, before rolling her over once more.

  “Now, since I’m holding your orgasm in my hands I’d think you’d be much more respectful, sugar,” he told her, clicking his tongue.

  Leaning in, he opened her up to his gaze. Dew coated her folds, glistening under the lights. He took a long, satisfying lick.

  “Please, oh please,” she begged.

  “Ahh, baby,” he told her. “You’re in trouble if you’re begging already.”

  He set about driving her insane, loving the cries that filled the room as he played with her relentlessly. As her pleas died down to incoherent words, he took pity on her.

  “Come baby,” he told her.

  The loud wail that filled the room was the best thing he’d ever heard. As soon as she started to come, he rose up and entered her in one thrust. She rippled around him, tearing down his control and he let go, plunging into her, over and over until his own moan of completion sung through the air.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Laken stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in the clothing Duncan had laid out on the bed—if you could call what she had on clothing.

  She wore a leather red corset that barely covered her nipples. On the bottom she wore the smallest G-string she’d ever owned. Black, leather fuck-me boots ended just above her knees.

  Her butt was totally on show. God, this is why she’d never let Duncan choose her clothing before. He’d never dared tell her what to wear before, even to the club they’d frequented in New York.

  But she’d thrown out all her suitable clothing, not thinking she’d ever need it again, not thinking she’d ever want to wear it again.

  My, how things had changed.

  Duncan sat on the couch and just watched her walk towards him. The heat in his gaze helped settle her knotted stomach.

  He twirled a finger and she turned slowly. A long, low whistle filled the room.

  “Damn, sugar, you are looking hot.”

  “Why thank you,” she said, giving him a look over as he stood. “You’re looking sexy yourself, Sir.”

  Duncan wasn’t one for dressing up. Ever. So he still wore jeans, but tonight they were black. Combined with a black shirt, which had half its buttons undone, he looked absolutely hot.

  She fanned herself. “Whew, is it hot in here or what?”

  He grinned. “You’re good for my ego, sweetheart.”

  “Like you need an ego-boost, women are always falling at your feet.”

  “Well, I can’t deny it. Last week Stella McKay plopped right down at my feet. When I picked her up she kissed me. Right here.” He pointed at his cheek.

  She laughed. Stella was a gorgeous toddler who still had problems with balance.

  “Come sit with me for a minute, sugar.”

  He crooked a finger and pointed at the sofa, waiting until she sat to do the same. Nerves bubbled in her stomach. He’d kept her so busy all day that she’d had little time to worry, but in the last hour everything had crashed down on her.

  She clasped her hands together in her lap, hoping to hide their shaking. Duncan reached over and grasped hold of her hands, pulling them apart, holding them in his own large, warm hands.

  She should have known she couldn’t hide anything from him. Sometimes she thought he had eyes in the back of his head.

  “You know, you’ve had just over a week to prepare for this, no one would blame you if you pulled out or said you needed more time.”

  Laken stared into his calm gaze. She shook her head. “I can do this. I need to. Putting it off a week wouldn’t help.”

  “I know you’re scared—”

  “Not of you. I trust you,” she said firmly. She squeezed his hands. “Believe it or not but I have really missed this. Being your submissive.”

  “I’m so proud of you. No matter what happens, I want you to know that. This has been a full-on week, but you’ve taken everything I’ve thrown at you and met every challenge.”

  “I’ve actually enjoyed it more than I thought.” She loved giving up control dur
ing sex, knowing that she only had to worry about doing what he told her. She thought that was what had kept her sane during this week, the fact that when she got home from work, Duncan took charge. She’d only ever been a sexual submissive. But there were times this week when she wondered if she didn’t want something more.

  “I’ve always liked giving up control during sex. With you, anyway.” She couldn’t imagine giving up control with anyone else.

  “Being submissive isn’t a one-size-fits-all thing,” he told her. “Just because you’re submissive with me in bed doesn’t mean you’d want to be with anyone else. And you won’t be,” he added.

  What was it about his possessiveness that turned her on?

  “There have been times this week when letting go has been a Godsend,” she told him. “I want that tonight. I don’t want to spend the whole night worrying and stressing.”

  “Then that’s what will happen,” he said with confidence.

  “Duncan, when this is over, will you, I mean, will we…”

  “When this is over, you and I will sit down and decide where we go next. I just want you to concentrate on getting through this. But, Laken, I told you I love you and I meant it. I’m not letting you go again. Ever.”

  Her fear eased.

  “Present, sugar.” His low voice sent shivers up her legs where heat pooled in her pussy.

  She dropped down to her knees before him, placing her hands on her thighs.

  “Look to me. Tonight, you are going to be the epitome of a good submissive, understand?”

  She bit back a grin. “Oh, I am?”

  He narrowed his gaze at her sternly. “You are, unless you want your bottom to match your corset.”

  She shook her head, although her pussy throbbed at his words.

  “What is your safe word?”

  “Odie, Sir.”

  “You will use it if you need to. For emotional and physical overload.” It wasn’t a question but an order, yet she answered anyway, knowing he expected it.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What do you say to get things to slow down?”

  “I’ll call out yellow, Sir.”

  They’d been over this about three times already, yet she didn’t get impatient. He was only showing how worried he was about her.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes.”

  “What are you going to do to me tonight?” She’d been thinking about it all week. He knew her limits, but that left him with a lot of things to play with.

  He grinned. It wasn’t comforting.

  Reaching out he cupped her chin. “Now that would ruin all the fun. Keeping you on the edge, wondering won’t do you any harm, little sub.”

  Goddamn Dom.

  ***

  Laken waited until Duncan came around and opened her door. He helped her down and she stood, waiting while he retrieved his bag.

  She could do this. This was Saxon’s. She knew most of the people here. They would all watch out for her. Although no one knew what was going on except for Marc and Tarin, along with Saxon and Jake, everyone in Haven looked out for each other.

  Plus, she had Duncan. He wouldn’t let any harm come to her.

  “Come, sugar.”

  She followed him into the club, holding tight to the hand he held back to her. With her free hand she grasped hold of her locket, letting its presence soothe her. It was a sign to everyone else that she was taken. But to her it was also a sign of how seriously he took her safety.

  Inside, a large, beefy bouncer took her coat and she shivered slightly in the cool entrance way.

  Duncan glanced down at her with a slight frown, no doubt taking note of the goose bumps covering her arms. He placed his hand at the small of her back, guiding her through the door. They bypassed the public bar, moving on to the private members door where Duncan’s membership pass was checked before they were allowed entrance.

  The sounds hit her first, cries of pleasure and pain, loud thumps of paddles and leather hitting flesh. The other night she hadn’t really taken it in properly, she’d been too busy watching out for her friends. But now, she let it wash over, sink into her. These were sounds and scents she recognized.

  “Okay, sugar?” Duncan asked.

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she replied in a soft voice.

  “We’ll walk around first. If you see a scene you like, let me know.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She knew they had to play. If he was watching, he needed to see that she’d fallen back into her old ways.

  Dirty.

  Duncan grasped the nape of her neck, squeezing possessively. “Remember who you’re with, sugar.”

  “Duncan,” she breathed out.

  “That’s right. I want you to concentrate on me. Tonight you are going to obey me beautifully.”

  She snorted. “When did you become delusional?”

  He reached down and gave her bare butt a heavy spank.

  Laken followed him closely. Duncan moved slowly, stopping by each scene, sometimes sitting on one of the couches provided, always placing a cushion on the plush carpet floor for her to kneel beside him.

  The longer they walked around and just watched, the more her nervousness eased and her anticipation grew. She watched the sub tied to the St Andrews Cross, longing to be in her place.

  “Like that one, do you?” Duncan whispered in her ear, making her shiver.

  “Duncan, glad you could make it,” a deep voice greeted them and Laken glanced up into Saxon’s gorgeous dark-green eyes.

  Duncan had stiffened a little beside her and she knew he was still feeling a little jealousy. There was a part that secretly thrilled at that. She liked his possessiveness.

  “Saxon,” he said formally, shaking the other man’s hand. Saxon turned to Laken with a quick wink.

  “Will you be playing tonight, Duncan?” Saxon asked. “I’m sure a number of people would love to watch. After all, you’ve never actually performed a scene here, just helped, is that not right?”

  Laken glanced up at Duncan quickly, surprised by Saxon’s revelation. She knew he hadn’t taken on a sub in the last three years, but she thought he might have played.

  “I find helping other Doms with their scenes very fulfilling. But I think tonight we’ll be making use of your St. Andrew’s cross.”

  Laken glanced over at the cross, which was now free.

  Licking her lips anxiously, she glanced up as Duncan squeezed her hand. He winked at her and she relaxed a bit. She could do this.

  “Have fun,” Saxon said. He nodded at them both before strolling off. Duncan led her over to the St. Andrews Cross.

  “Let’s strip you off, sugar. Very slowly.”

  Moving behind her, he began to loosen her corset. He kissed her shoulder and she shivered, her nipples tightening.

  Oh God.

  “Arms up, sugar,” he ordered and then tugged the corset up over, her head. She was facing out toward everyone as he held her tight against him, his hand dark against the paleness of her stomach.

  With his other hand he reached around and tweaked first one nipple then the other, moving back and forth between them both until her fear and nerves faded, her mind completely swamped with arousal.

  Letting go of her, he curled his hand in her ear and tugged. She took in a sharp breath, the little bite of pain turning quickly to pleasure, especially as he kissed down her neck.

  Then he stepped back suddenly.

  “Off with the rest.”

  She slipped off her damp G-string, putting it on top of the corset he’d set on the ground. Duncan walked around her.

  “Beautiful,” he told her, running his hand over her bottom then squeezing. “Step up to the cross, sugar.”

  Taking a deep breath, she moved to the cross, then held up her arms to let him attach the soft cuffs. He checked how tight they were, adjusting one so it was a bit looser then he did the same with her ankles.

  Laken shut her eyes. Maybe then she could forget all the people g
athering around them. Unfortunately, she couldn’t block out the murmurs.

  “Easy, sugar.” Duncan ran his hand up and down her back. “If this is too much all you have to do is say your safe word.”

  “I don’t want to let you down,” she whispered. The knot in her stomach tightened once more. What if she freaked out?

  His hand stilled then resumed its massage. Leaning in, he pulled her hair away from her face, kissing her cheek before speaking quietly. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’ve already pleased me by getting this far. If this is as far as you can go tonight then so be it.”

  She opened her eyes, looking at him. “But what about your brothers?”

  “Listen to me, Laken. You are the most important person in my world. What I care about is making sure you are safe and happy. Remember, sugar, you are giving me control, I’m not taking it. If you need things to slow down then you call out yellow. If you need me to stop then you say your safe word.”

  This was Duncan. He would stop. He wouldn’t harm her.

  “I’m ready to continue, Master,” she told him, loving how his eyes widened at the way she addressed him. Normally, she stuck to Sir. But he was her Master and she wanted to serve him. Not just tonight, not just while they were trying to catch this psycho, but always.

  He smiled. “Good girl. I’ll check in on you often.” He squeezed her bottom before slipping his fingers lower. “I like having you tied like this, sugar, with your legs splayed wide, your pussy naked and waiting for my touch.”

  He ran one finger up and down her slit, never once placing it where she wanted it most, on her clit. With his other hand, he cupped her breast, playing with her nipple. “You look so beautiful, dressed only in my collar. I like that everyone knows who you belong to. That they can look but not touch, because you’re mine. All mine.”

  Finally, he brushed his finger around her clit and she moaned, her head falling back slightly.

  “That’s it, sugar. You want to please me, don’t you? It pleases me to hear your whimpers of pleasure, to watch the way your face flushes and your lips part in arousal. I bet you’re nice and wet now, aren’t you?”

  He drove one finger deep inside her and she moaned. “That’s it. Very nice, like hot, wet velvet clenching around me.”