Shameless Surrender

by Jaymie Holland

  She heard him draw a ragged breath as he pulled away. “Lay on your back, Chessie,” he ordered at the same time as he turned her on the seat.

  Her heart jumped in excitement. Is he going to take me now, like this?

  When she hesitated, he said, “Would you prefer I lower the glass and have my chauffeur watch while I enjoy your pleasures?”

  The thought of being watched was somehow thrilling, but she definitely wasn’t into that, and she didn’t think Nick really was, either. But she rather liked this game, with Nick the ever-distant boss giving her the commands she had fantasized about so many times.

  Chessie moved as quickly as she could, so with his help she was on her back, her bound hands in front of her, her knees bent and her dress up around her hips.

  The limo purred along as it made its way through LA. Where they were headed, Chessie didn’t know, and right now she didn’t care. All that mattered was the man who was pressing her thighs apart with his big hands, exposing her to the warm air and to his gaze.

  He groaned and she felt the brush of his knuckles over her pussy. “Already you’re wet and swollen for me. And your scent…amazing.”

  Heat flushed through Chessie, a heady combination of embarrassment and arousal. She wished she could see him, that he would allow her to speak to him, and she could touch him. Yet, at the same time, she enjoyed what he was doing to her, enjoyed the build of her longing and anticipation. She wanted everything he could give her, and then some.

  She would do it his way.

  Nick’s cock ached so badly. He wanted to slide into his little enchantress, to fuck her until she screamed with her release. How easy it would be to take her now, and he knew she wanted him with equal intensity.

  But, no.

  He needed to make her wait.

  This needed to be perfect, blissful—everything she could have ever dreamed about, and so much more.

  He had been attracted to Chessie the moment he’d interviewed her for the administrative assistant position at Tarantino Investments. He had hired her for her extensive experience and her impeccable references, and because of how quickly and accurately she had answered his questions. He’d seen her intelligence and her efficiency in the interview. The fact that he’d wanted her had never entered the equation. He had strict rules about employee fraternization, and included himself. So, he’d hired her. And tortured himself by being near her, nearly every single day.

  Thank God for the rigors of SAS training. Nick thought about the last week of training to become part of the air troops, the men and women who specialized in infiltration and counter-terrorism. It had kicked his ass, that week—and maybe, just maybe, had given him that extra ounce of self-control he needed to get through this night. Terrorists were scary, but a woman he really cared about—yeah.

  Guns were easier.

  Being here, now, with Chessie, felt a lot like free-fall parachuting. Only, what waited at the end of the jump was not a hard landing into a filthy desert. Far from it. When he landed this jump, he’d be in a faraway land he’d only ever heard about, but had never visited. Nick grinned and worked to keep his own desire tamped down enough to wait. Chessie writhed beneath him, tempting him, taunting him with every breath and whispered moan as he leaned forward and breathed across her skin.

  At work, she had been an incredibly efficient assistant, firm and in control with clients and suppliers. When it came to her dealings with Nick, she had been equally professional, but Chessie had tended to avoid his stare, lowering her gaze, and stealing glances when she’d thought he wasn’t looking. She was so clearly a submissive.

  He’d kept an eye on her, always wanting her. He hadn’t been satisfied with any other woman since he’d known Chessie. He’d grown to appreciate her wit, her devotion to her friends, her smile.

  She had been made for him.

  And he knew just how to make her turn loose, to let go of her doubts and give herself to him.

  He had to feel her now, had to taste her sweet folds. With slow, deliberate movements he moved her thong out of the way using one hand and slipped a finger from his free hand into her hot center.

  Chessie cried out and raised her hips toward him while he fucked her with his finger, his knuckles pounding against her swollen folds and clit. The ache in his cock increased to massive proportions, but he concentrated on Chessie’s pleasure. Only her wants. Only her needs. Always hers.

  When her legs began trembling and he felt her close to climax, he withdrew from her soaked channel and had to hold back a laugh at her frustrated groan.

  “No, my little tease,” he said. “You may not come…yet.” He placed his finger in his mouth, tasting her juices and inhaling her scent. He closed his eyes as if savoring the finest of wines, the flavor, the bouquet. “You are delicious,” he murmured and brought his hand to her nose. “Smell your desire for me.”

  In the soft lighting of the limo a fresh flush moved across her cheeks. That frowning doubt he had seen earlier, some worry from her past—vanished. Good. Now, her expression was one of pleasure and excitement. She was losing herself to sensations, to him. He sensed her desire to be dominated, to turn over control of her pleasure to him. She was giving herself willingly to him in every way, and he intended to fulfill her fantasies—to fulfill both of their fantasies.

  “I have a couple of rules I’d like you to follow tonight,” he told her, watching her expression carefully.

  Surprise.

  Interest.

  Maybe a bit of healthy trepidation.

  Perfect.

  From a compartment in the limo, he retrieved a highly-sophisticated device about the size of a thin matchbook. It had a small clip on the backside, so fine it could barely be seen. “Don’t climax without my permission. Nod if you understand that rule.”

  Chessie nodded slowly.

  “I’m going to tease you like you’ve teased me. First, like this.” He touched her hip with the device, and watched as her eyebrows drew together. Slowly, he slid the device between her thighs. He placed it inside her thong, right where it would press against her clit. Before she could get too panicked, he clipped it to the damp material.

  “Do you agree, Chessie, if you don’t hold back, if you come without my consent, you should be punished?”

  She didn’t answer immediately.

  Smart girl.

  “I promise you shall enjoy every minute of the penalty,” he added. “Can you trust me to deliver on that promise?”

  After a second, she nodded.

  “Then you agree to this rule, and my punishment? You can tell me out loud.”

  Chessie’s voice wavered, but she said, “Yes.”

  “Good.” Nick placed his hand in his pocket, found the remote, and pressed the On button.

  Chapter Six

  “Nick!” Chessie bucked her hips as her thong vibrated against her clit. Oh, God, she’d never be able to keep from coming. What the hell was that thing? Sweet holy hell, she was already so close to the edge—and this—this was driving her mad.

  “Remember, Chessie.” He lightly stroked the outside of one of her thighs with his fingers, adding to the sensations that wanted to explode within her. “Don’t climax without my permission, or you’ll get a taste of the first little punishment I have in mind.”

  Punishment. It barely registered in Chessie’s consciousness. She gave a strangled cry and clenched her legs together to keep from coming.

  Nick placed his hands on the inside of her knees and pushed them back apart. “When we are alone, don’t hide yourself from me. You’re so incredibly beautiful. I want to see all of you.”

  Not…going…to…make…it… Chessie bit her lip, nearly panting with the need to let the explosion come. She tried to think about anything else. Work. The Bitch Queen. Bryn’s situation. Anything to keep her mind off—oh, God. She couldn’t. She was going to—

  Abruptly the vibrations stopped.

  Chessie sighed with relief, but at the same time almost cried f
rom the need to come.

  “Very good, my sweet.” Nick moved his hands down her thighs and arranged her dress so it covered her hips and garters. “You did so well.”

  Her body shook as he helped her up to a sitting position. He gently slipped her bra and the front of her dress back over her breasts. Disappointment mingled with the heat torturing her core. Why was he covering her up? Why was he shutting this down? Why wouldn’t he let her come, damn it?

  He must have read the freak-out on her face, because he touched his lips to her jaw, just below her ear. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, his tone so low it gave her a new round of shivers. “Tonight, you’ll be mine, Chessie Lane.” He lightly stroked her arm. “I’m in command of your pleasure, and I will have you. You won’t regret a moment, not a single second.”

  Tonight, Chessie thought, for tonight, I’m his.

  One night of heaven? I’ll take it.

  “Nick,” she whispered. “May I speak now?”

  “Not yet.” His warm breath caressed her skin and she felt his firm lips against the corner of her mouth. He cupped her face in his hands and flicked his tongue over her bottom lip then gently nipped at it. Chessie moaned and he bit her lip harder until she cried out. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, taking her deep as he held her face tightly in his grip.

  Chessie returned his kiss, hungry for him, for this man she had wanted for so long. She wished her hands were free so she could touch him, wind her arms around his neck, and slide her fingers into his thick black hair. She loved the taste of him, the way he took her so fiercely and intensely, the feel of his light stubble chafing the soft skin around her mouth. The scent of her sex all over him. God, the way he’d taken control was better than she had imagined. She could almost come just from the thought of what he had done already.

  Nick withdrew from the kiss and she heard his breathing, more ragged now, as if he’d experienced the same incredible sensations she had.

  “Your lips are sweet and you taste exquisite,” he said in that too, too sexy accent. “Not only your mouth but your pussy, too.” He gently freed her hands, removing the satin, and massaging her wrists where the cloth had been firmly tied. “And your skin is so soft. I can imagine how good it will feel to have your naked body beneath mine.”

  Chessie tingled from head to toe at the thought. She couldn’t wait to feel his cock deep inside her. Why hadn’t he taken her already? Why was he driving her crazy like this?

  “Close your eyes,” he instructed, and she obeyed without a thought.

  The cloth around her eyes loosened, then fell away.

  “Open those beautiful eyes now,” came the next instruction.

  Chessie blinked, her vision coming back into focus.

  Then her eyes met Nick’s intense aquamarine gaze and heat flooded her anew. Now that she could see him, it was even harder to believe what she had just allowed him to do to her. This was her boss, for cripesake.

  Make that her former boss.

  Her god of a former boss, who had spent who knew how much time and money creating this grown-up fairytale night for her.

  Nick reached up and plucked the clip from her hair. Her heavy locks tumbled over her shoulders, caressing the bare skin. “I would love for you to always wear your hair down.” He fluffed it out with his fingers so her hair curled over her breasts and back. “You are absolutely stunning.”

  His comment took her off-guard. She’d never thought of herself as stunning, but coming from him she could almost picture it, as if seeing herself through his eyes.

  “You may speak now.” Fire still lit his gaze, but it was softer, warmer.

  Chessie swallowed, now not knowing what to say. She knew she must look like a besotted schoolgirl the way she was staring at him, and she struggled to find something to ask him.

  “Nick…” She gestured to the limo and her dress. “Why? Why all of this?”

  He gave her a sexy grin that made her want to melt into a puddle at his feet. “I have wanted you from the first day you began working for my company.” He gently stroked a finger over her wrist, causing her to tremble. “Even though you were entirely professional, I could see the hunger in your eyes, the hunger that matched my own. I wanted to teach you not only the ropes of the business, but also the ways to pleasure me so I might pleasure you in return.”

  His words seemed unreal, as though she was definitely the star of some sort of X-rated fantasy. She shook her head, her hair sliding over her bare shoulders and the tops of her breasts. “But three years? Why did you wait so long? And why me?”

  “What would you have me do?” Nick skimmed the back of his hand across her cheek and she shivered. “Fire you so I might fuck you? Business is business, sweet Chessie. So much self-control—both of us had to remain professional. Now, we don’t.”

  Heat rose again to Chessie’s cheeks and her core ached even more at his words. She lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

  “I needed time to get to know you, and you needed time to get to know me.” Nick caught her chin in his hand and tipped her head up so she was looking at him again. “I didn’t want to take the chance of ruining the excellent business relationship between us. As my desire for you grew, it became harder and harder to keep my hands off you. When the time came for me to sell my company, I knew it was the right time to take you, too.”

  Chessie wasn’t exactly sure what he was saying, but she knew one thing and it absolutely amazed her. He wanted her sexually as much as she wanted him, and he’d wanted her for just as long.

  Tonight. He wants me for tonight, she reminded herself. This might be a one-off, a single moment of ecstasy.

  Whatever.

  Right now, she’d take him any way she could get him. It didn’t matter that she loved him with everything she had. She needed a piece of him to cherish forever.

  He gave her a sensual smile. “Will you be mine tonight? Will you do everything I ask of you?”

  Wild thoughts ran rampant through Chessie’s mind. He was offering her all she had fantasized about and more. How can I refuse?

  She took a deep breath and nodded. Then, remembering she could speak, she managed a single shaky, “Yes.”

  Brilliant colors of LA’s city lights flashed by while the luxury automobile cruised the freeway. She still ached for him, and she knew she didn’t want this night to stop—not ever.

  Nick smiled as he handed her the evening bag from where it sat on the limo’s wet bar. “You might want to freshen up a bit. I seemed to have eaten off all of your lipstick.”

  Nick almost groaned out loud as Chessie worried her lower lip and dug into her sleek blue purse. That lip was still red from his bite and he imagined sliding his cock into her mouth and deep into her throat.

  Soon. Soon he’d have her in every way.

  He leaned over and pushed the limo’s intercom button. “Dave, I am ready to take Miss Lane to the club.”

  Chessie glanced up in surprise. Maybe a bit of disappointment. Her readiness, her desire was evident in every line of her luscious body, in every graceful movement she made.

  To help her with her ministrations, Nick lowered a lighted mirror built into his limo. He silently watched as Chessie touched up her makeup, from her eyes to her cheeks to her mouth. Her hands trembled as she applied it, and he wondered if it was from nerves or excitement, or perhaps both. As far as he was concerned she was beautiful without makeup, but he had a feeling she would feel more confident with it.

  Whatever would make her happy, he was fine with it.

  Especially since he was taking her out to claim her publicly.

  Later, he would claim her privately.

  Chapter Seven

  By the time Chessie had arranged her dress, hair, and makeup, the limo had arrived at Hawthorne Manor, an exclusive mansion and park in Beverly Hills that Chessie had only heard about in society magazines.

  Butterflies went berserk in her belly as Nick climbed out of the luxury vehicle, his movements as fluid and
graceful as a panther. He helped her out of the limo then placed his hand at the small of her back to escort her toward the doors of Hawthorne Manor.

  They walked straight past the majestic glass doors. Where is he taking me? The thought passed through her mind as they headed away from the restaurant and along a long rectangular pool illuminated by strategically placed lighting.

  His fingertips warmed her hip as he placed them ever so slightly in a more possessive hold. He guided her beyond the reflecting pool and down a stone staircase.

  Surrender.

  The scripted word in copper arced over a pair of copper-plated doors.

  Where have I heard that name before?

  Club Surrender slipped through her mind. This must be the exclusive club she had only heard about in whispers and never dreamed she would ever go into.

  Suggestions of it being far more than a nightclub had been hinted at but never confirmed.

  A doorman gave a low nod. “Mr. Tarantino,”

  Nick slid a tip into the man’s gloved hand. “Good to see you, Geoff.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Geoff opened the right door.

  Nick took Chessie through to the establishment’s foyer.

  “Good evening, Mr. Tarantino.” The concierge bowed as he greeted Nick. “Right this way.”

  Chessie tried not to let her amazement show while they were led through a maze of tables alongside a dance floor. She felt completely out of place amongst so many famous people she recognized—from politicians and powerful businessmen to movie and television stars. Sequins and diamonds glittered all around her and she caught whiffs of expensive perfume weaving through the delicious smells of the restaurant.

  It had never occurred to her that he would take her out so publically, make a show of being with her.

  Maybe…it’s not just for tonight?

  Oh, you idiot. He’s probably been here a thousand times before, with a thousand different women. Don’t be naïve.

  They reached a corner table with an incredible panoramic view of the nighttime Los Angeles skyline. Nick assisted her in sitting, pushing in her chair before seating himself.