Unexpected Surrender

by J. M. Walker

  She scowled.

  “And I will continue to have her.”

  “This isn’t right. You are too close to this shit. I gave her to you because I thought you could handle it. You weren’t supposed to actually give her an orgasm tonight. And you sure as hell weren’t supposed to tell her to come see you. ‘No matter what Miss Vee says, come back here next Friday night.’ What the hell—”

  “Watch your tone, sister dearest. Remember who Father put in charge of this…business.” I growled the final word.

  “Do I look like I give a shit? He’s dead and gone, leaving me with you but no, you can’t think about anything but getting your dick wet. These are my girls. Mine. I have to protect them and keep them safe from vipers like you.”

  “She won’t come see me anyway,” I threw at her. “And you weren’t supposed to hear that.” I poured myself a drink, shot it back and poured another before taking it back to my desk. The liquid burned in the pit of my stomach, but it did nothing to curb the craving I had for my little pet. Her coming around my fingers had been the sweetest thing I had ever experienced.

  “Listen,” Vanessa said gently, sitting in the chair across from me. “I know you like her. Even though you don’t even know her.”

  Oh I knew her. I knew her more than she thought I did. We were one in the same, her and I.

  “I don’t get it but whatever,” my sister continued. “But what I do get is that this is a business. She’s not here because she wants to be. Have you ever thought of that?”

  Placing the tumbler on top of my desk, I sat back in the leather chair. “I’ll make her want to be here.”

  “There are cameras every—”

  “Doesn’t matter. I’ll take her to a different club where no one knows us. Where she can actually see my face and find out my name.” I wanted her screaming it.

  “It doesn’t work that way.” Vanessa scrubbed her face. “Listen to me. Do you think she would be with you if she knew who you really were?”

  “Yes.” And I would make damn sure of it.

  Lexi

  HUMMING TO MYSELF, I cut up the veggies and cheese that I would be using for the sandwiches I was making for customers who ordered them. Slipping a piece of the fresh turkey into my mouth, I sighed as I ate the delicious meat.

  “I don’t think you’re supposed to actually eat the food while you’re making it.”

  I jumped, spun around, and found Luther leaning against the fridge door. He was wearing black dress pants and a white buttoned up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, making the tattoos on his forearms pop. My stomach tumbled.

  “Didn’t you know that a cook always tastes what they make? Why would I serve this if I didn’t eat it myself?” I held a piece of turkey out for him. “What are you doing back here anyway?”

  He took it from me and brought the meat up to his mouth. “Your brother told me where you were. So here I am.” He ate the slice of meat I gave him, letting out a low groan. “Fuck me, that’s good.”

  My cheeks heated. “It’s fresh. Got it from the butcher yesterday and cooked it overnight.” I glanced over his shoulder at the door leading to the front of the deli. “Why would my brother let you back here?”

  “Because he knows he can’t do shit about it.” Luther shrugged, stepped beside me, and picked up a cutting knife. “What am I chopping up?”

  “Uh…all the veggies.” I swiped a hand out, indicating the bowls of lettuce, carrots, cucumbers, and more.

  Luther started chopping the veggies. I didn’t even have to tell him how to chop them. It was like he knew. He cut the tomatoes in even slices. I was in awe because even I couldn’t keep them perfect and I had been cutting them up for years.

  “I feel like you’ve done this before,” I said an hour later when I was putting a pie in the oven. Turning it on, I ignored the ache in my chest that it would take longer to bake the pie than usual because the stupid machine was on the verge of dying on me.

  “My grandmother taught me to cook when I was a kid,” Luther explained, handing me a bowl of salad. “She said that it would help me keep a wife.”

  “Well, the ladies do love a man who knows how to cook.” I shrugged, taking the bowl from him and placing it in the fridge.

  “Do you love a man who knows how to cook, Lexi?” he asked, stepping behind me.

  “Um…” I swallowed hard, the warmth from his body enveloping me in a blanket of need. My mind traveled back to the man at The Club. My stomach twisted. Shutting the fridge door, I stepped away from Luther, putting some much needed distance between us.

  He chuckled.

  “What?” I glared at him.

  “Nothing.” He rubbed his mouth. “Nothing at all.”

  A shiver rippled down my spine.

  His tattooed fingers ran along his lips. His dark eyes locked with mine. His beautiful stupid face morphed into a grin. Stupid stupid face.

  I scowled, turned away from him, and grabbed a pie that had been cooling for the past hour off the table. “I’m going to put this in the display out front. You’re going to come with me because you are not supposed to be back here.” Although him helping me chop up vegetables did let me get things done faster. I just wouldn’t tell him that.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He saluted me.

  I paused, watching him.

  “What?” Luther raised an eyebrow.

  “Why are you really here? Why are you helping me?” He had an ulterior motive. I just knew it.

  “Can’t a guy help out a girl who clearly needs it?” Luther swiped a hand out in front of him. “You have no staff.”

  “I have two girls working out front while I make the food.” We weren’t busy today, so I had sent my third girl home early.

  “Lexi, you need to hire a cook or more waitresses.” Luther nodded once. “Who helped fix this place up? Last time I was here, the paint was chipping, and this kitchen wasn’t as clean as it is now.”

  My jaw clenched. I cleaned constantly but most times, I couldn’t keep up. “You noticed that?”

  “I notice everything, pet.” Luther crossed his thick arms under his chest, the veins in his forearms popping at the movement.

  My tongue tingled. What I would give to lick along those—

  “Lexi?” Luther’s eyes darkened.

  I shook my head. “Charlie had some friends help fix up this place.”

  Luther’s back stiffened. “Friends? What did you give them as payment?”

  “Fuck you,” I snapped, pissed that he was implying I didn’t have money to pay them. I didn’t but I also didn’t need that thrown in my face.

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “Why?” I frowned. “That’s none of your damn business.”

  “It is my business when your brother owes me a shit ton of money and you’re brought into the middle of it.” Luther took a step toward me. “So tell me. What did your brother offer up as payment?”

  My heart raced. “What are you asking me?”

  “I know how your brother works and what men like him, and his so-called friends, want. If it wasn’t money, what was it?”

  “I don’t know,” I murmured. “Charlie wouldn’t tell me. He told me not to worry about it.”

  “Of course.” Luther rubbed the back of his neck. “Be careful. For the love of God, please be fucking careful.”

  “Why do you care what happens to me, Luther?” I went to walk past him when he grabbed my arm.

  “I don’t know why I care but I do.” His jaw clenched. “If something happens to you at the hands of your brother’s desperation, I will skin him alive and leave him to die in his own piss as he begs for me to kill him.”

  I stared up at Luther, his words resonated with something inside of me. Something dark. Something feral. Something…dangerous. “He’s family.”

  “He is, pet.” Luther cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip. “But sometimes family doesn’t mean shit when it comes to things we need or think we need
in your brother’s case.”

  “We do need money and…”

  “What, Lexi?”

  “I’m standing here with the man who keeps threatening my brother’s life.” I wasn’t sure how that made me feel. I was confused. But Charlie wasn’t an easy person to love. I knew he loved me. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Not directly anyway. Could Luther’s words be true?

  “I wouldn’t threaten him if he did his job and paid me back the money he owes me.” Luther released me and started pacing. “This…” He waved a hand between us. “Is fucking with my head.”

  “And you think it’s not fucking with mine?” I scoffed. “Come on, Luther. You’re…well…you’re you and I’m me. I’m a nobody and you’re like the most powerful man I have ever met. But I…”

  “What?” He stopped, his dark eyes flicking to mine. “Tell me.”

  “I like the way you look at me. I don’t know why but I feel comfortable with you and it isn’t right.” And that fact alone is what kept me from begging him to touch me again. To kiss me again. Hell, to just say my name. Again.

  “Come back here Friday night.”

  My stomach twisted. I shouldn’t have been thinking about my Master while I was talking to Luther. Not like this. Although, my Master was only my Master while I was at The Club. It wasn’t like he actually owned me. But if that were the case, why the hell did I feel so damn guilty whenever Luther touched me?

  “What’s wrong, Lexi?” Luther asked, his deep voice lowering.

  “N-Nothing. Nothing at all.” I headed back out to the main part of the deli and slid the fresh baked cherry pie into the display case.

  “Lexi.”

  I jumped at the barked demand of my name and spun on Luther. Stomping up to him, I pushed him back into the kitchen. I didn’t need my staff or customers seeing him or overhearing our conversation.

  “Go.” I pointed to the door leading to the office.

  He smirked and much to my surprise, did as he was told.

  I followed him, rubbing the back of my neck to ease the tension. As soon as I joined him in the office, I shut the door behind me. “Listen, I don’t—”

  Rough hands grabbed my face, a hot mouth silencing me.

  I pushed him back, breaking the kiss before it turned into something more. “This…this can’t happen.”

  He only grinned. “Are you sure?”

  “Of course I’m sure. This is dangerous. I can’t…we can’t do this. You can’t keep touching me.”

  Luther grabbed my upper arm, spun me around, and pushed me up against the door. “I’ve never had a woman tell me what to do before,” he said, ignoring me. “I have to admit that it’s hot as hell. But…” His hands gripped my hips before sliding around to the front of my waist. “As hot as it is…” He popped the button on my jeans. “I’d much rather be in control.”

  My breath caught. I didn’t know what to do. Push him away or demand that he took it further?

  His fingers danced along the soft skin just below my belly button. The touch was so gentle, my skin erupted into tiny goosebumps. His other hand on my hip, slid up my side before cupping my jaw. Tilting my head back, he pushed his other hand lower into my jeans. “Tell me to stop, Lexi. Tell me you don’t want this. That you don’t want me. Push me away.”

  “I…”

  “Say it, pet.” He nipped my ear. “Say you don’t want more. That this pussy doesn’t crave the pleasure you know that I can give it. Tell me you can’t feel it every time we kiss.”

  “We’ve only kissed twice,” I breathed, covering his hand that was in my jeans.

  Luther tilted my head back even more. “Look at me.”

  I met his gaze.

  “Say it, Lexi. Tell me how you feel.” His fingers didn’t move to the spot I wanted him most. They teased and tickled. “Tell me.”

  “Confused,” I blurted. “I feel confused.”

  “Why?” His hand moved lower, cupping me. His finger brushed back and forth over my slit. “Lexi,” he growled.

  “I don’t know.” I pushed back against him. “Luther. God. Just…”

  “What, Lexi?” His hold on my jaw tightened. “Tell me what the fuck you want.”

  “I don’t know what I want.” I was so damn confused. Thoughts of the man, my Master, invaded my mind but the way Luther was touching me quickly replaced him.

  “Yes, you do.” Luther pulled his hand from my pants before ripping the fly open completely. Grabbing the waist of my jeans, he shoved them lower. “Tell me.” His hand landed against the seat of my ass. “Fucking say it.”

  “I don’t know what I want.” My body burned. It buzzed with pleasure and fear. Fear of the unknown. Of him. Of what he could do to me and how he could make me feel.

  “Lexi, damnit.” His palm connected with my rear again.

  A low moan escaped me.

  “Fuck.” Luther pulled my hips back. “What the hell do you want?”

  “You,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. Shame tore through me. I wasn’t this girl. I was never this girl.

  “Louder.” The sound of a belt buckle followed by a zipper lowering, sent a shiver down my spine. “Lexi.” A tinfoil wrapper crinkled, igniting this inferno blazing inside of me.

  “You,” I repeated, louder that time. “You. Just you.”

  Before I knew what was happening, Luther thrust all of his inches inside of me.

  Pain turned into a thrum of pleasure. With my hips back and my face pressed against the door, I received the brutal thrusts of Luther’s cock. I had never experienced someone like him. Even before he fucked me. Even before he kissed me. He was intense on another level I had never witnessed. From the first look to the first touch, he had consumed my dreams. My thoughts. My life.

  Luther gripped my ass, digging his fingers into the cheeks and spreading me open. His thumbs ran over the edges of the part he was currently fucking.

  “So fucking good,” he groaned, pushing into me as far as he could go.

  I swallowed a gasp, a ripple of pleasure erupting through me.

  Luther shoved me up against the door, holding his arm against the back of my neck. “This pussy is tight. Have you been saving it for someone special or has it been a while?”

  My cheeks burned. “It’s been a while.”

  “How long?” His thrusts slowed.

  “A few years,” I confessed.

  “Hmm…this pussy now belongs to me.”

  My stomach sunk. It didn’t. It couldn’t. No matter how much he demanded of it, I would never belong to just him.

  “Say it, Lexi,” Luther growled, sinking his teeth into the side of my neck.

  “No.” I pushed back against him, taking from him what I wanted. He wanted to play this game, I could play it right back. I may not have been experienced like him, but he could go to hell. “Just fuck me. That’s all you’re getting from me.”

  He chuckled.

  A soft knock on the door jarred through me. “Lexi? Are you in there?”

  My eyes widened. Charlie.

  Luther’s hips picked up speed, pounding into me, fucking his heavy cock deep inside my body.

  “Tell him you’re busy getting stuffed with cock,” Luther murmured against the side of my throat.

  “Lex?” The knock came again.

  “I-I’ll be out in a second,” I called out.

  “I think it’s going to be more than a second, pet.” Covering my mouth with his hand, he pulled me back against him at the same time he sat in the chair by my small desk. “Whoever else you’re fucking, this pussy will always be mine, Lexi.” He cupped my inner thigh, spreading me open further for him. His hand connected with my pussy.

  I yelped, a sharp pain spreading through me.

  “Say it,” he growled, releasing my mouth. “Say this pussy is mine no matter who’s inside it.” He smacked my center again.

  A flush of heat washed over me. “Luther,” I whispered.

  “Say it,” he demanded. “Lexi.” The next
time his hand smacked my clit, I broke. Before the scream left my lips, his hand covered my mouth. The release tore through me which only heightened his need to fuck me harder and faster.

  My cries were muffled by his hand.

  “That’s my girl.” Wrapping his arm around my waist, he lifted me, his cock falling free from my body. Ripping off the condom, he tossed it in the garbage can and curled his fingers around his thick length. He pumped once, twice, before coating my pussy with his cum.

  He groaned, sinking his teeth into my arm.

  I sighed, falling back against him.

  Luther gently pushed me off his lap and righted his pants before helping me with my own. He kissed the cheek of my ass and slid my jeans and panties up to my waist.

  “What now?” I asked, doing up the zipper and button. My stomach tumbled knowing his scent was now on my skin.

  Heavy arms wrapped around me, pulling me back onto his lap. “Go out to dinner with me.”

  “Right, Luther.” I laughed. “We’re just going to go on a date like a normal couple.” I patted his arm and rose from his lap. “Sure. Okay.”

  “Don’t mock me.” He stood, straightened his shirt, and tucked it back into his pants. “I’m being serious. I have a restaurant we can attend where we won’t be disturbed.”

  “You are serious, aren’t you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t serious.” He pinched my chin. “Say yes.”

  “If I don’t?” I grazed my hands down his chest to his hard abs. What I wouldn’t give to see him completely naked. Completely stripped with no barriers between us.

  “You won’t keep me away, pet.” He placed a soft peck on my mouth, sliding his lips down the length of my jaw to my ear. “And remember whose cum is currently coating your pussy when you fuck whoever it is you’re fucking.” He smacked another hard kiss on my lips before leaving the office.

  Blowing out a slow breath, I slumped into the chair.

  My cell vibrated, indicating an incoming text.