Surrender

by Cassandre Dayne

  Jax closed his eyes, relishing in the way her hands gripped and caressed, her nails scraping down the length of his shaft. Panting, his blood sizzled, searing every nerve ending as he heard the thumping of her heart beating in her chest and he could barely contain his manic actions. “Ummm...baby, you keep doing that and I just might impale you right here.”

  Amanda giggled and began pulsing his cock up and down, sliding her hand from tip to base as her other hand traced circles around his swollen balls, first one and then the other, taking her time to enjoy the feel of him. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed kisses into the heat of his neck, darting her tongue to taste his flesh.

  Unable to hold back his desperate need any longer, he picked her up and sat her down on the counter, pushing her back against the tile wall and pressing her legs apart. Cupping her buttocks, he inched her forward until her ass was directly at the edge. “First baby, I taste your hot little pussy.” Grinning, he lowered his head and darted several short licks across the edge of her rosy clit.

  “Ohohohoh….” Amanda laughed and wrapped her fingers around his shaggy locks, drawing his face in closer. “Sweet Jesus.”

  He glided his tongue up and down her sizzling heat tasting the sweet ambrosia of her cream as she moaned, writhing with every lick. “You taste so damn good like fresh honey.”

  Amanda tilted her head and closed her eyes. “God baby, lick me.”

  Her wish was his command and his pleasure. Burying his face into her slick pussy, Jax licked in a manic state, sucking her clit between his teeth, biting down until she whimpered. Using his fingers, he danced in and out of her pussy as her muscles clenched around him, shivering at his invasion. He drove into her as deep as her body would allow as he continued his near assault on her pussy, licking her with frenetic motions, up and down from top to bottom. Her taste was nothing like he had ever experienced before, succulent and sweet.

  Amanda moaned and opened her legs further apart, allowing him complete access. Panting, she struggled as she opened and closed her eyes. “Jax…I’m…oh shit, I can’t hold…it!” Raking her nails across his neck, her body jerked and pitched as her legs shook and closed around his head.

  Jax thrust his tongue and finger inside in long driving motions, in and out as she milked and shimmied. “Cum baby, cum for me.” His motions almost frantic, he jerked her forward as the first wave of her climax rushed through her system thrashing her body up from the cold slice of the counter.

  “Aaaahhhhhh…oooohhhhh…” Her head tossing from side to side, she grabbed and clawed struggling as he continued thrusting in and out. “Oh Jax…I…oh…shit!” Another wave stole her ragged whisper until the scream became a silent calling, an urgent begging.

  He lapped her flowing juice, opening her slick folds to suckle every last drop. He held her quivering body until she stopped pulsing, nipping the tender flesh of her clit. Slowly, he raised his head and stared into her glassy eyes, rich with lust and ripe with continued need, matching his own almost brutal need to impale her. He shuddered realizing at that moment he was more beast than man.

  Amanda’s eyes fluttered open and closed and finally open to stare into his as she continued panting, yet she reached for him. “Jax, fuck me.”

  Jax sighed and raised his head, staring down at her, his vision clouded by the almost insanity of his crazed lust. Tipping his head, he lifted her hips and placed the tip of his blood-engorged cock just to her entrance. “I don’t think I can be gentle here, baby. I’m too fucking desperate to have you, to be inside.”

  Amanda grabbed his arms as her eyes became smoky pools. “Don’t be.”

  As the electric current sizzled and crackled around them in jolting bolts of sheer energy, he realized that there was no way he could stop. He had to have her, had to possess her. With one long stroke, he plunged the entire length of his cock inside her molten pussy thrusting her back against the hard cool tile. Slam after slam he drove into her core, driving in to her as her pussy muscles clenched and milked his swelling shaft, throbbing and pulsing with every move. Every touch brought them both closer to a magical level of nirvana.

  Panting, she wrapped her hands around his neck straining to meet every thrust with her own. Their anguished cries of savage hunger permeated the room sending sparkles of lilting sounds cascaded in pulsing beats, matching the sultry strains of guitar from the jazz music filtering from the living room. They moved together, body against body, heart beating as one until the sheer rapture of ecstasy took them both catapulting into the sea of wicked desire.

  His emotions racing with his crazed pulse, he drove into her harder and deeper until they both screamed, their voices strangled. Their orgasms ripped through their bodies in a constant stream of ragged waves, crashing over them until they both were stunned from the incredible level of rapture that finally drove them into exhaustion.

  In the breathless aftermath they held each other, caressing gently as she nuzzled into the heat of his neck.

  “Mmm…” Sated and content, Jax pressed a series of kisses against her shimmering cheek.

  “I love you.” Her soft whisper floated across them like a peaceful breeze.

  Jax opened his eyes wide and swallowed hard.

  Chapter Two

  Aleksandr Vasiliev glanced at the stunning blond and allowed his extremely vivid imagination to wonder about what the boy would taste like, succulent and yet laced with a touch of warm figs nestled in a heated glass of cognac. The thought gave him pause. Perhaps a snack before he finished the shoot could be in order. Chuckling darkly, he gazed out the oversized window at the moonlit night. It had been a very long day and he was certainly in need of a taste to satisfy his hungers.

  “Am I doing it right?” The blond turned his head and smiled his look apprehensive yet accentuated with a touch of interest as he moved his body and captured the requested stance.

  God, he hated when they asked too many questions. Finding suitable models had proven to be a touch daunting. Fortunately this one had a higher degree of maturity than most of his subjects and also had experience modeling. “You look simply delicious. Hold the perfect stance for just one moment while I adjust the lighting.” In truth, he simply wanted to steal a glance at the stunning boy’s cock. Aleks snickered and turned his intense stare toward the model. He had paid well for his models and was highly respected and the majority of the time the young men vied for a position within his stable of employees. The flaxen haired beauty had driven a hard bargain, which managed to intrigue Aleks further, yet it remained whether the boy would be a further willing participant in his particular brand of erotic playtime. Either way, the boy’s sensuous carved body, reminiscent of a California surfer was exactly what he needed to finish the shoot.

  Whether the boy would succumb to his lascivious desires was entirely beside the point. Aleks latest model was going to be the most scintillating dinner selection he had experienced in a full week. His full schedule of putting the pieces together at the gallery had prevented him from keeping his regular feeding schedule and Aleks was feeling the ill effects. “Perhaps we should move to the bench.” He slid his finger inside his mouth, suckling as nothing more than a blatant tease as the blond watched his every move, mesmerized by his raw hunger. Of course he could read the boy’s mind easily enough. While there was a touch of fear that trickled through him, the boy was very much intrigued by his sexual prowess and also quite attracted to Aleks.

  Aleks purred and eased his finger in and out of his mouth, scraping the tip across his sharpened canines, drawing a single drop of blood. He realized his arrogance could certainly get the better of him some day but this night was already proving to be far too delicious to allow any interference. So be it. A touch conceited had allowed him to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh for centuries.

  As the boy leaned over the spanking bench, he turned his head to stare into Aleks’ violet hued eyes. Almost startled at the infusion of gold flecks that shimmered in the dim lighting he swallowed hard as his eyes
grew wide.

  Aleks could feel the boy’s blood pulsing erratically through his body and fought his natural urges. “Hmmm…allow me to position you for the perfect shot. After this we’ll enjoy some refreshment together.” Gliding forward, he kept his eyes locked onto the boys, hypnotizing him to the point he could see and intense shiver coursing throughout his system. He preferred a willing lover but his tastes were somewhat dark and had yet to find a man, a human that would allow him to enjoy his particular proclivities.

  The boy turned and lowered his head, anticipating Aleks’ touch.

  Aleks slid his cold hand across the boy’s sinewy back and sighed, savoring the sizzle of the boy’s tender flesh. How he loved to taste young flesh. He could barely get enough of their delicate skin and the flavor was always so lush like the freshest young fruit just after the hint of spring left its winter slumber. Pressing the boy’s head down, he forced one knee onto the bench and switched the angle. He was quite the willing submissive and perhaps Aleks would not only use him during another session for his art but would consider tasting him again in the future. “This is much more what I’d envisioned. Hold this for just a moment.”

  The boy shivered but said nothing.

  Unable to resist, Aleks slid his hand down to cup and knead the boy’s firm buttocks and eased a single finger down the crack of his ass to tickle the edge of his sacs. The boy’s cock twitched as he grazed his finger across his limp shaft and back up. Aleks pressed his finger between his tight ass cheeks and inched his tip just inside the boy’s sensitive hole.

  “What are you…doing?” The boy’s voice lumbered off to a ragged whisper as his tense body suddenly relaxed, submitting to the man that could quite possibly make him a star.

  Aleks pressed his finger inside, pushing gently into his tender flesh and back out. “Hmm. Not yet my lover, but soon. Stay just like that while I work and I’ll give you pleasures of the flesh that you have never known.” It was nothing more than a test and when the beauty didn’t bolt, Aleks’ cock twitched against the tight confines of his linen pants. He moved back and grabbed the camera. Snapping shot after shot of the naked man, Aleks thought about just how much he hungered for his subjects and relished his art, the very passion that roared through him. He longed to paint the sweet slip of a man that was hunkered over one of his carefully selected toys, his many apparatuses meant to bring pain and pleasure to his subjects. Oh, he knew better, he meant his ‘victims’ but certainly most received the kind of sexual surrender they sought in their most secret cravings and he was the master of teaching them, releasing them from their tortured bindings. Each subject was carefully selected and Aleks showed him that he understood the erotic yearnings he read in their minds and gave them every kinky hunger that they had dreamed of but were terrified to experience or to even breathe for fear of retribution.

  This stunning blond was no exception and while Aleks knew without a shadow of a doubt that the young man had never had the pleasures of a man before, he was well aware of the boy’s cravings and his shameless thoughts that forced him into masturbation night after lonely night. Aleks would give the boy what he yearned for and in turn, the boy would feed him this night. “That’s it. Perfect.” How Aleks enjoyed his wicked game of allowing them to understand that he was the only one that could teach them and guide them to face the raw burning hungers that threatened to consume their very bodies if not sated.

  Shot after shot Aleksandr glided around the boy in endless circles capturing his essence as he caressed the model’s heated skin, willing him into different positions until Aleks was satisfied that he had exactly what he needed to finish his shoot. He had a deadline looming and Aleks was certainly the consummate businessman. After all, he couldn’t stand on his laurels or his past fortunes and this event would put him back on the map in the desperate little city. After all, there was no going home.

  Finally finished, Aleksandr licked his lips and walked toward the nearly exhausted boy. “You’ve done very well. I’m extremely pleased and your payment shall reflect your hard work and cooperation. Go and slip into the robe while I prepare us a drink.”

  The boy stood on shaky legs and faced him. “You are pleased with…with my performance?”

  Aleks couldn’t resist. “Your performance?” Cupping the golden haired creature’s chin he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the nearly emaciated beauty, drinking in his raw essence, savoring the flavor that was so very unique to each subject. He licked a slow and sensuous line around the boy’s lips as his canines pulsed painfully from his gums. Aleksandr was not yet ready to take the boy, but soon. Yet as he sliced a single fang into the boy’s lower lip and as the first drop of rich blood fell across his tongue, every cell his in body awakened and screamed for more. “Very pleased for now and what is yet to come will startle your senses. Now go and dress.” His hunger almost to the ravaging state, Aleks forced himself away from his prey, yet his voice carried his lustful needs. The taste of the boy was truly heady indeed.

  The boy scuttled off, looking back several times as he moved behind the silk screen.

  Unfettered, Aleks allowed his aching fangs to erupt, filling him with the anguish of his hungers. Unable to stop his need, he hissed and slid his glance toward the silk screen. How long had it been since he had fed to the point of being sated? While his selections were rich, he had to be careful and that challenged his needs, his desires. There was no way he could feed on all of them as he has a business to build. Growling, he walked toward the small counter and poured his flavor of choice. The red wine hid his special additive well enough and would also give the boy the needed thirst for a bit more of what he was going to offer, what he would take. Aleks took a long sip allowing the rich liquid infused with his own special formula of blood to trickle down his throat. There were times he was unhappy with the change, his life but tonight was not one of those nights. For tonight, he would have the fine and very rare flavor of one so young and Aleksandr would show him the art, the love and the ways of BDSM.

  Aleksandr glided toward the shocking black and white glossies and smiled, admiring his work. It had taken him long enough to build the massive collection and one that he was so very proud of. The majority had already been selected but the gallery owner assured him that he had enough clients hungry for his art that a second showing would be needed. In truth, the owner had sought him out among other more seasoned professionals and while the decision was curious, Aleks realized that his art was attention getting with dark and dangerous flavors. He had outdone himself this time. The look of each was a scintillating vision of a life that many desired and few would allow. Chuckling, he heard the boy behind him and remained quiet enjoying his creations. “Tell me again, what is your name?”

  “Matt…it’s Matt.”

  “Come Matt and partake in what I would call the juice of the Gods.” Aleks sipped the fine vintage and had to admire the boy for his bravado. Few accepted his hospitality without asking questions. This one continued to remain silent. Finally curious, he turned his smoky gaze toward Matt and licked his lips.

  Matt’s hand shook as he lifted the heavy crystal. He kept his curious gaze directed on Aleks as he drank the tainted liquid.

  “Tell me, what do you think of my work?”

  Matt moved forward slowly and stared at the poster-sized glossies. “They’re beautiful.”

  “Hmmm…yes, they are.”

  “What…what are you planning on doing with them?”

  Aleks laughed. Some could not understand or enjoy his art but his followers relished in his offerings. The sensual, kinky designs were meant for thought provoking conversations in collections that held other items of erotic pleasure. “Perhaps Matt, you’ll end up being famous as these will be hung in the finest homes in our fair city and beyond.”

  Matt swallowed and sipped the drink, frowning as the blood red froth passed his lips. “I’d like that I would.” Sliding his fingers through his golden locks, he nodded absently and took a step away from
Aleks. “I…should be going…um…um…”

  Aleks chuckled. “You’re looking for payment?’

  “Yes…I…yes.”

  Aleks moved toward the prepared envelope and set his drink down as the rush of his blood sent electric pulses throughout his body, forcing the rumble of his hungers to slice a painful jolt into his system. He closed his eyes as the beast rose and turned his voice hoarse with lust. “Here you are.” Unused to losing control, he settled his nerves before he tried to move.

  As Matt’s hand reached out tentatively for the crisp linen, he stole a glance up into Aleksandr’s face just as the monster opened his eyes. Instantly mesmerized, he became transfixed by the luminescent glow hindering any further movement.

  Aleks purred as his fingers grasped Matt’s, drawing him closer and taking in the decadent scent of the boy’s blood, savoring the slice of terror that ran freely through him. The rich aroma alone was enough to create a marring haze around his narrowed eyes. The moment he turned his famished look directly on Matt’s face, the boy froze as if in suspended animation, his smoky gaze growing into pools of shimmering light.

  Aleks sighed and wrapped his hand around Matt’s neck, easing the boy’s shaking body forward, keeping his eyes locked and his dangerous look penetrating. “Tell me, have you longed to have something, Matt? Have you longed to taste a man and drink in his very essence?”

  Matt swallowed and nodded the trance almost completely in place.

  Aleks feathered his fingers back and forth across the heat of Matt’s neck, gathering the tiny beads of fear infused perspiration. Leaning his face toward the boy’s he darted his tongue to taste his sweet lips. “You taste so sweet, dear boy.” Aleksandr slid his fingers into his mouth and sighed. The taste was filled with the pungent flavors of his unique musk, a wicked myriad of exotic flavors, subtle yet shamelessly tasty. He could quite possibly get lost feasting on the beautiful man. “Come Matt.” He smiled as his eyes narrowed on the boy and turned. It wasn’t a question but a mere statement that required Matt’s obedience.