Unexpected Surrender

by J. M. Walker

  “Lexi.” He pushed against my upper back, keeping me still. “I have to show you this side of me.”

  “Not right now.” Not until I was done at The Club. It was too much. Too soon. Too damn familiar. It fucked with my head.

  “Lexi,” he snapped, cracking his hand against my ass.

  I yelped but it only made me struggle harder.

  “Stop fucking moving,” he yelled, fisting my hair and pulling my head back. “Stop.”

  “Please, Luther. I can’t…I need you. Just you. Not this.”

  “Tell me why,” he said gently. “Say it.”

  “Because it’s too weird,” I confessed.

  “Why is it weird?” His hands brushed down the sides of my body, reached the hem of my dress, and lifted the fabric to my hips.

  “It reminds me too much of The Club,” I blurted.

  Luther pulled the dress up and over my head, leaving me in a black lace bra and panty set. “Come with me.” He turned, heading to the door and throwing the dress on a nearby red leather chair. “Now, pet.” He glanced at me over his shoulder. His dark eyes roamed down the length of me before meeting my gaze. “Leave the heels on.”

  Like a good little girl, I followed him.

  The hall we walked down was long and narrow. The carpet was a deep red and the walls were a dark brown. Maybe even black. It looked like Luther had a thing for the color red. Or it had been like this all along and he never changed the design.

  Once we reached a set of double doors, still on the main floor of the large house, Luther placed his hands on the doorknobs and glanced at me over his shoulder. “This area is where I spend most of my time if I’m not in my office. Make yourself at home here, Lexi. I’d prefer if you didn’t roam the grounds when I’m not with you.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it isn’t safe. The men who come and go from this place are vile human beings.” He pushed open the doors. “They make me look like an innocent kitten.”

  I scoffed, shaking my head. “Right.”

  “Welcome to my home, pet.”

  I stepped around him, my eyes widening. “This is all yours?”

  He nodded. “Obviously the estate is mine, but I spend most of my time in this area. No one else is allowed in here except for you.”

  My heart jumped. I took a step forward. The doors led into a sitting area. Again, with dark furniture, blood red carpet, and black walls. The wall to the left was lined with bookshelves. They were filled with leather-bound books. From what I could tell, they looked like original copies. My fingers itched to dance along the spines.

  Walking through the sitting area, I stopped in front of another set of doors.

  “Open them, Lexi.”

  I took a breath and did as I was told. Once I stepped into the second room, my gaze landed on a large four-poster bed.

  “Get on the bed.” Luther brushed his fingers down the length of my spine. “Now, pet.”

  I turned to him. “Tell me what we’re going to do.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “I suggest listening to me.”

  “Tit for tat, Luther,” I said, ignoring him. “Tell me something. You wanted me to get to know you. I’m standing here in my bra and panties because I listen to you. You seem to know me so well. Let me know you.”

  “Ask me,” he demanded, his voice firm.

  I grabbed his hand, brushing my thumb along the star-shaped scar in the middle of his palm. “What happened?”

  “I was burnt with a cigarette until I could withstand the pain without screaming. Tell me about your Master.”

  “Wait.” I shook my head. “What? You were burnt? Why?”

  “That’s not what you asked, Lexi.” Luther pulled from my grip and started unbuttoning his black dress shirt. “Tell me about your Master.”

  “I don’t know him,” I said, not pressing anymore about his scar. I would ask again but later. Much later.

  “How many times has he fucked you?” Luther asked, pulling off his shirt.

  My mouth fell open. His torso was lined with tattoos of all intricate designs. I had seen guys covered in ink before, but Luther’s skin looked like he was trying to cover the flesh completely.

  “Lexi?” Luther tossed his shirt on the bed. “Answer my question.”

  My gaze popped back to his. “I only had sex with him once.”

  “Did you enjoy it?” He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants with a snap.

  “I did,” I breathed, my chest rising and falling as I watched Luther strip for me.

  “Why?” He unzipped his pants, popping open the button of the fly.

  My mouth watered. Dark hair led from his belly button to the treasure beneath his pants. A part of him I had felt. A part of him that had given me so much pleasure in such a short amount of time.

  “Tell me, Lexi.” Pressing a palm against the center of my chest, he pushed me back against the bed. “Tell me why you enjoyed it.”

  “B-Because he took my control,” I whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  Luther smirked. “I told you I would take your control and yet you gave it to him.” As quickly as the small smile spread on his face, it disappeared even faster. His voice came out rough, his stance stiff. In a quick move, he pushed me until I was lying back on the mattress.

  “Luther.” I grabbed his hand.

  “What did you enjoy most about giving up your control, Lexi?” He hooked a finger in the side of my panties and pulled. The thin material snapped right off my body.

  “I-It was freeing. But I didn’t have a choice.”

  “Are you saying that he fucked you against your will?” he bit out, kneeling between my legs and reached into his pants.

  “No. Never. I had to sign a contract. I had to answer questions about what I was willing to try and wouldn’t try. I—” My gaze fell to his waist.

  Luther pulled out his thick cock, stroking from base to tip. “What are you willing to try, pet?”

  I swallowed hard, my throat going dry. “A-Anything.”

  “Really?” He lined the tip of his cock to my soaked entrance but didn’t take it any further. “Have you done anything yet that you didn’t like?”

  “No.”

  Luther brushed his thumb along my bottom lip. “You’re willing to try anything at least once?”

  “Yes.” I cried out when he thrust forward, filling me to the brim. “God. Luther.”

  “So if I wanted to tie you up, whip this beautiful ass and pour wax all over your body, you would let me?” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “At least once?”

  I ran my hands down his back, my fingers brushing over bumpy ridges on his skin. “Yes,” I whispered, my stomach twisting at the possibility I was feeling scars on his back.

  “What about threesomes, pet?” He turned my head until I was staring directly into his dark eyes. “You want to be shared?”

  “No.” I slid my hands into the back of his pants and cupped his ass, pulling him forward.

  He shivered.

  “That was the only thing I said no to.”

  “Hmm…” His hips remained slow, pumping hard and deep. “I’ve never felt a tighter pussy. You’re my drug, pet.” He bit my ear lobe. “I’m going to get so fucking high off of you.” Luther sat back on his heels, falling free from my body.

  My breath caught at the sight before me. His cock glistened with my cum.

  “So beautiful.” His dark eyes snapped to mine. “Take off your bra.”

  I sat up, reached behind, and unhooked the back. “Did you want me to leave my heels on?” I asked, throwing the bra to the side.

  His lips twitched but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood, pulled off his pants and knelt back between my spread legs.

  “Luther?” I cupped his face.

  His eyes fluttered closed. Covering my hand, he pushed his cheek into my palm. “I’ve never had something as calming as you.”

  My breath caught. “What do you mean?”<
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  When he opened his eyes, they were dark. Filled with so much lust, my core throbbed for him. Pushing his hips between my legs, he sank into me. “I need…fuck…”

  Before I could ask anymore questions, his mouth covered mine.

  I moaned, snaking my arms around his thick shoulders and running my fingers through his hair. His hips picked up speed, owning me with each soul-shattering thrust.

  Pleasure seeped through me. A warmth spread from my toes, heating every inch of my skin. Our breathing became ragged.

  “Harder,” I begged against his mouth. “Please.”

  He growled, releasing my lips with a smack and flipped me onto my stomach. “On all fours. Now.”

  I pushed to all fours when he thrust violently inside of me. A scream fell from my lips.

  “Did your Master fuck you like this, pet?” Luther asked, fisting my hair in his hand and pulling my head back. “Or was it gentle and sweet?”

  “It was rough.” I gripped the blankets in my hands, letting this man own every inch of me.

  “How many times did he make you come?” Luther sunk his teeth into my shoulder.

  “I can’t remember.”

  “Was it three times? Less? More?” He pulled my head back even more. “Tell me, Lexi.”

  “Twice maybe. I can’t…I don’t know. Please, Luther. I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “We’re going to talk about it, pet. You’re going to tell me every detail.” He shoved me forward, pressing his hand into the back of my neck and pushing my face against the mattress.

  “And if I don’t?” I threw back at him.

  He chuckled, the sound dark and evil. “Try me, pet.”

  It didn’t matter that we weren’t in Luther’s play room. No. Because he had everything in his bedroom. After I challenged him, he flipped me onto my back and wrapped both hands around my throat.

  “Beg, pet. Beg and I’ll let you fucking breathe.” Luther’s pupils dilated, his hips pushing between my spread legs. He thrust into me hard and deep, taking all of the control from my very being. Even though I wasn’t bound, and he didn’t use any toys, he didn’t need to. Not when he used his body and his words to control and take from me what he craved.

  I grabbed his wrists, my eyes rolling into the back of my head at how good he was making me feel. I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for every delicious thrust.

  “You crave it.” He leaned down to my ear, his hot breath scorching the side of my face. “You like it dark, Lexi.”

  “I don’t know what I like,” I whispered through clenched teeth, a low moan escaping me.

  “Right.” He chuckled. “My hands are wrapped around your throat and your cunt is fucking soaked for me.”

  “I…” Damnit. He was right. I didn’t know if that meant something was wrong with me, but I didn’t have a chance to think about it when Luther released my throat and reached between our joined bodies. His finger came into contact with my clit.

  I jumped, a jolt of electricity shooting through me.

  “I won’t tie you up now, pet, but I will. I will show you what I like. What I need.” Luther placed a soft peck on my forehead. “And I’ll make sure you crave it just as much as I do.”

  Lexi

  “YOUR MASTER IS PISSED.”

  I bit back an eyeroll and followed Miss Vee down the long hall. It had been several days since I’d spent the night with Luther at his estate. After he fucked me, he left me alone for the rest of the night. I wasn’t sure why and I wanted to question him on it, but something happened in that short amount of time. It threw me off. His mood had changed rather quickly. When I showered, he went off and did something that caused him to become even grumpier than usual.

  “You okay?” I asked him, running the towel through my hair.

  Luther pulled the sheets back and slid into the bed.

  I joined him.

  He wrapped his arm around my waist.

  I snuggled into him.

  His tense body relaxed but something was still very wrong.

  “Lexi.”

  I jumped.

  “You’re distracted.” Miss Vee frowned. “You’re seeing someone. Aren’t you?”

  “No.” My cheeks burned.

  “Right. Well come on then.” Miss Vee stopped at a set of double doors. “He asked me to put you in here. Put on your blindfold, Lexi.”

  Taking a breath, I did as I was told. My heart started racing.

  A warm body came up behind me. A rough calloused hand cupped my shoulder and slid softly down my arm. The scent of spice wafted into my nose.

  Master.

  It was a sweet scent, almost like it was mixed with a type of fruit. Still manly but not something I had ever come across before.

  My breathing picked up. My hands twitched, aching to touch him but I didn’t. I wouldn’t for fear that he would pull away.

  He pushed me forward, the sound of the doors shutting behind me sent a flush of heat washing over every inch of me.

  My Master released me, brushing his hand over my hip and moving to my front. Suddenly, a hot mouth captured mine in a hard, bruising kiss. The blindfold was ripped off of my head.

  I moaned, taking his tongue deeper into my mouth. My stomach flipped. Something struck me as odd about the kiss. It was rough and needy, but proved a point just the same.

  He cupped my ass, lifted me in his arms, and lowered me to the ground. He released me, gripping my jaw and turning my head.

  “Open your eyes,” he demanded in a low voice as he reached between us.

  My eyes fluttered open at the same time he reached beneath my dress and pulled my panties down my legs. I blinked once. Twice. I was staring at a mirror that lined the wall. A man towered over me, my Master, the one who had invaded my dreams as much as Luther. This man…he was actually…Luther.

  “No,” I whispered. I was in shock. Maybe I was dreaming.

  Luther pulled me further under him and was inside me in one smooth thrust.

  That seemed to snap me out of it. I struggled beneath him. “Get off of me. Get off. Stop this. Stop.”

  But instead of listening to me, Luther fisted my hair, holding my head in place, and stared at our reflection in the mirror. “That’s not your safeword, pet. You do remember what your safeword is, don’t you?”

  “Charlie,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my ears.

  “That’s correct.” He kissed my cheek, his hips pumping slow and deep. “Tell me who you see, Lexi.” His hand gripped my hair while his other held my jaw. “Tell me.”

  My blood burned through me. I tried shoving him off of me, but I couldn’t move.

  “Say my name, pet,” he growled, pulling my head back even more. “Say it.”

  “Fuck you,” I bit out through clenched teeth.

  Luther kept his eyes locked with mine in the reflection of us. “Say my fucking name. Say who’s deep inside you right now. Say who’s been fucking you all along. Say it, Lexi.” He cracked a hand against the cheek of my ass. “Say it.”

  Keeping my mouth closed, I shook my head. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. All this time I thought I was selling my body to a stranger to keep my brother safe when really, I had been selling it to the man who wanted him dead in the first place.

  “I hate you,” I murmured, shoving my head out of his grip and turning around. “You’re a bastard. Is this the only way you can get a woman, Luther? You trick them into fucking you?”

  His brows narrowed, his cheeks turning a mottled pink. “Careful, little girl. You are in no position to be insulting me right now.”

  “No?” I slapped him but that only made him fuck me harder and faster. I slapped him again.

  A wicked grin spread on his face. He pulled out of me, flipped me onto my stomach, and slammed back inside me.

  I cried out, trying to shove away from him but his hold on me was too tight.

  “You want me to stop, you know what to say. That is what you agreed to when you s
igned that contract.” Luther cupped my jaw, his dark eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “Or did you not read it?”

  I read it. I read every inch of that damn contract, but I never thought my Master would end up being Luther. Or that I would need to use my safeword.

  “You’re mine, pet. You’ve always been mine. This pretty little cunt craves my cock. Doesn’t it?”

  Much to my dismay, my core clenched around him at his dirty words.

  His grin grew.

  With his fingers wrapped around my throat and his cock deep in my body, I was lost to him. As pissed as I was, I pushed back against him, taking him even deeper. A groan passed between us but I wasn’t sure who made the sound.

  “That’s it, Lexi. Take my cock deep. You’re a little slut, aren’t you? Selling your body for sex. So damn desperate to keep your bastard brother alive.”

  I dropped my head, unable to take his burning stare any longer.

  Agony ripped through my skull when Luther tugged my head back.

  I screamed, the strands of hair ripping free.

  “You will look at me when I’m fucking you, Lexi. You’re going to hear what I have to say.”

  “Fuck you,” I ground out.

  “Oh, I am, little girl. I’m fucking you good and hard. It’s what you like, isn’t it? How does it feel knowing that all this time, you’ve been surrendering your control to me? The man who wants your brother dead?”

  “Please stop this,” I whispered, the pleasure he was forcing out of me, rippling down my spine.

  Luther sat back on his heels, wrapping his tattooed arms around my body. “Even though it’s me you’ve been fucking this whole time, it pisses me off that you developed feelings for your Master.”

  “I didn’t want to.” I turned in his arms, surprised that he released me enough that I could straddle him. “I wanted you. This whole time. But I’m not getting anything from you. With my Master, with that part of you, you showed me more.”

  Luther frowned.

  Brushing my fingers over his cheek, I stood.

  His cock was an angry shade of red, the skin glistening with the juices from my body.

  I stepped between his legs, not overly sure what I was doing anymore. I was pissed that he kept this kind of secret from me, but I was curious even more as to why.