Moonlit Surrender

by Kitty Wilder

  He didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle, just watched her. His stormy gaze took in every single detail for a long, savoring moment before he finally reached out a hand to curl a silky tendril of her dark hair around his finger. He seemed to be silently battling himself, but finally he spoke. “You’re an excellent student in my classroom. Do you think you can follow directions just as well outside it?” He scooped her chin under the knuckle of his forefinger to tilt her head up to him.

  “If it would please you, then yes. I can do that.”

  He hummed low in approval. “Good girl.”

  She felt a strange fluttering in her chest and her cheeks heated under the intimate accolade, a hunger growing in her belly for more.

  “Stay,” he commanded before leaving her to light an antique candelabrum atop his old wooden dresser. Warm candlelight flickered through the room in a hushed glow, lighting things just enough so Lucy could see the bedroom fully.

  In front of her she saw a grand four poster bed with crushed red velvet draping elegantly over its heavy oaken framework like a plush red waterfall inviting her to impossibly soft linens and puffy tasseled pillows. On either side were matching end tables and in front of the bed was a long, upholstered ottoman with curved wooden feet carved into the shape of lion’s paws. Across the room by the window with its heavy drapes pulled open was an old leather chair and matching footstool next to yet another bookcase in the apartment. The tiny table beside it had a decanter and glass along with a bookmarked leather-bound volume with no title on its cover. She assumed by all the creature comforts around it that it was possibly his favorite place in his home.

  Her attention was drawn back to the man out of time that had created the anachronistic oasis and watched him take a seat on the ottoman in front of the bed. “Come here,” he ordered quietly.

  Compelled as if by some unknown magic, she felt no will but to obey and crossed the room to be pulled down into his lap. He cradled her close on his knee and kissed her again, savoring her at a slower more controlled pace now. Her lips parted open to him and his tongue swept through her mouth, tasting her and claiming her with a rough hand tugging her hair back. She moaned into his mouth and he reciprocated with his own. He broke away from her slowly, his hands wandering over her, learning her shape. He set her back up on her feet and spoke softly, his voice hoarse with lust, “Open the drawer of the left end table, grab what’s inside, and then climb onto the bed.”

  She nodded, but as she turned he tugged her roughly back to him. “You will say ‘Yes, sir’ when I give you an instruction or ask you a question. Do you understand?”

  She smiled a little, enjoying the strange game he was introducing her to. “Yes, sir,” she replied obediently.

  He nodded with approval and then released her to complete the task he had given her.

  She tiptoed over to the end table and found a heavy vibrator in its drawer. She looked back at him surprised, unsure if this was the correct item.

  He was on his feet now, standing center at the foot of the bed with hands resting behind him in the small of his back as he waited patiently without another word. There was something familiar in his demeanor, something similar to the command he had at the front of his classroom, but now it was somehow so much more sensual. This wasn’t philosophy he was teaching, and it wasn’t a book or papers he looked at. His eyes were focused solely on her naked form climbing up onto his pillowy bed on her knees and waiting for him to instruct her further.

  “Lie back on the pillows and turn the vibrator on. I want you to rub it against your pussy.”

  Her cheeks flushed and she nervously complied. Slowly, she settled herself against the tasseled cushions and let her knees fall open and saw John’s intense gaze still watching her carefully. His eyes dropped to her exposed pink lips parting open before him. She felt vulnerable in a new way she had never felt before, but it wasn’t fear she felt totally open to him like this. It was pleasure that heated her skin and made her pulse quicken.

  She depressed the power button on the wand in her hand and the room was filled with its low hum. She took a couple of deep breaths, then lowered it to herself. She gasped immediately as she felt its powerful vibrations shudder through her sensitive flesh, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the pillows as she began a slow rhythm over her clit.

  “Look at me,” his voice commanded louder this time. “Eyes open, dear.”

  Lucy reluctantly looked down past the end of the bed to where he still stood watching her, but answered softly, “Yes, sir.” No one had ever looked at her with such intensity, such clear want and admiration. She heard him sigh a couple times as she worked herself forward, arching her hips into the rhythm of the toy now.

  She could feel her body getting closer and closer to its natural conclusion. She could feel her heart thundering in her ears, see her chest heaving with labored breath, and feel her own desire coating her and the vibrator in a slick dew.

  He let her inch herself closer and closer to the edge but ordered her to stop when he sensed her getting a little too close.

  She shuddered as she pulled the vibrations away.

  “Turn it off.”

  “Yes, sir.” She held the button down again until it fell quiet, then placed it on the bedspread beside her and found it difficult to wait for the next step in the game. She felt her legs quivering as they stayed open for him and the soft movement of the room’s cool air washing over her wet pussy.

  John finally approached her, halting at the side of the bed. He ran a finger from the inside of her ankle, up her calf, over the inside of her knee and up her inner thigh until his finger reached where her leg met her body then he grabbed a fistful of her flushed thigh, eliciting a soft exhale from her.

  “Do you like it when I tell you what to do?”

  Lucy squirmed under his little finger stroking one of her lips and nodded.

  His hand left her in a flash and then came down in a hard smack on her thigh.

  She flinched and let out a restrained whine and was shocked to feel the warmth from the strike melt into pleasure.

  “What was the first rule I gave you, dear?”

  It took her a moment, but then she remembered. “I’m sorry. I meant yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Her toes curled into the thick duvet beneath her.

  His eyes saw all, his hands moving over her like a seasoned musician with his instrument of choice. He tickled over her tummy and watched her squirm. He caressed her arm and watched her skin crawl. He danced his fingers slowly up her sternum and watched her nipples harden and observed the blush that spread across her chest as his fingers gently rested around her neck. His other hand gingerly swiped a lock of her hair back from her forehead and he smiled when he saw her lick her lips and surrender to his grip.

  “Do you like being touched like this?” he rasped softly.

  “Yes, sir.” She wondered if he was learning her or testing her.

  His fingers tightened around her throat more firmly as he continued his examination of her reactions. “You may tell me to stop at any point you feel uncomfortable. It’s important we know your boundaries.”

  “Yes, sir,” she answered softly as his hand continued to tighten and pinch the arteries in her neck. She heard her pulse thundering and began to feel lightheaded, but to her own surprise, she enjoyed it. Something about the act grounded her, kept her in the moment with him. She felt more aware of her body than ever and warmth spread through her.

  It was like an electric shock went through her when he lowered his mouth to kiss one of her nipples. She felt him suckle her gently and flick his tongue around the hard peak, then slowly, his teeth clamped down around it and he tugged. She moaned loudly and felt more aroused than she had in her whole life. He placed a knee on the mattress and leaned over her to give the same treatment to the other nipple, his loosened tie tickling her as he bent down to her. She was covered in little bursts of sensations: his kiss on her nipples, the tie, the f
eeling of his slacks against her side where his knee depressed the mattress beneath his weight, the feel of his powerful fingers tight on her neck, the sound of his own moans into her breasts. They were overwhelming and she began to lose control of herself.

  To her disappointment, he leaned back off of the bed and released her to squirm breathlessly in want, but that disappointment melted away when she watched him quickly peel away each layer of his clothing until he was as bare as she. He was paler than she had imagined, but the glow of the candlelight dancing in the room kissed his skin with a warmth that made her quickly forget his secret. All she saw was a man climbing up onto the bed with her and settling himself between her open knees.

  His hands slid under her ass with a firm squeeze, then settled in the hollow of her hips and with a sudden yank, tugged her down to him and off of the pillows so she was totally horizontal. She felt his erection press against her and felt nothing in the room except her desire for him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to try to pull him inside of her. He did not enter her but slid himself against her opening and over her clit, slowly covering himself in her slippery nectar until there was hardly any friction between them. Her moans grew and she gyrated against him desperately.

  His hum of approval filled her ears, low and raspy despite his cool command, and was filled with a similar desperation as hers.

  She arched up a little higher, trying to catch his tip to slide him in, but he remained just out of reach. “Please, John,” she whined.

  He sat back and his hand reached between their two bodies and she heard the sound of her wetness as he dipped two fingers inside of her. “What a mess you are, dear.” The tips of his fingers curled up against her walls and stroked her in a place she had never been touched.

  Lucy swore loudly as she felt him press into this new, secret place Ben nor she had ever discovered. His touch was gentle, but firm, and she felt her body unfurl and open up like a rose blooming in sunshine. Her hips arched down into his hand and she felt herself seize up with pleasure.

  John’s body slid over hers as he covered her and rested his weight on his other arm beside her, straddling her leg and still touching her in this deep place that made her wonder if he wasn’t some sort of ancient warlock instead of a vampire. He buried his face in her neck and hair and inhaled her scent deeply as he rubbed himself against her thigh and continued to stroke her walls. His tongue darted out and licked up the side of her neck until his mouth reached her ear to suckle her lobe gently.

  As the pad of his thumb came down onto her clit to rub back and forth, she wondered if anyone had ever literally died from too much pleasure. No words were forming on her lips, not even curses, just incomprehensible whining and moans as she shivered beneath him.

  “Hands above your head, sweetheart. Wrists together. Hold them there,” he commanded.

  She tried to answer, but only an unintelligible groan left her throat as she obeyed.

  “Good girl,” he cooed, knowing she was beyond words at this point. “Keep them there. There’s nothing left for you to do but let me take care of you.”

  She turned her head to look at him, still utterly speechless. Could something this good truly exist? She watched him watch her as he worked her body with an unearthly precision. His otherworldly gaze starred back and his brow furrowed with hers as he beheld her sweet anguish as if it were a work of art.

  “Yes,” his smoky whisper rumbled beside her. “Let go. Your body knows its way. Let it happen.” His hand matched the urgency spreading through her body. He could feel the tension growing in her, the inevitable climax her body was speeding recklessly towards.

  Lucy felt it almost impossible to keep her arms up. A wild, primal urge washed through her to claw at him, to hold onto him for dear life. This feeling was too big, too powerful. She had never let it build to this point before or been touched in this deep place. There was no stopping it though, and she felt her body race over that edge and felt the crash of the hot tidal wave of pleasure wash over her, from the tips of her fingers still desperately reaching up to the headboard, all the way down to her toes. She rolled into him with a loud cry and slammed her hips down onto his clever fingers with legs shaking and toes curling and felt a warm gush of liquid pour out of her as she came harder than she knew her body even could.

  “Oh my God!” she was finally able to gasp as she quivered under the lingering pleasure still tickling up her spine.

  “Good girl,” he moaned, his hand slowing but still remaining on her to work out every ounce of pleasure he could. His mouth came down on hers and he kissed her deeply as his fingers finally slid out of her and he grabbed her mound with a gentle squeeze. “You may let your arms down.”

  She sighed in delight and then brought her hands down into his hair to run her nails over his scalp as their kiss continued. Little moans still bubbled out of her as his tongue swept through her mouth and he continued to straddle her thigh. She took her own opportunity in this quiet moment to learn his body in turn. She ran her fingers down his stubbly cheeks and neck, across his broad shoulders, and over his strong back. She touched down the lean muscle of his arm draped over her and memorized this moment and how it felt to have him on top of her, still drunk with the ecstasy he had given her.

  “I want to take care of you now,” she whispered against his lips. “Please.”

  He sighed softly back, “I would like that too.”

  She pushed on his chest lightly and he rolled off of her onto his back beside her. She sat up and began a slow descent of kisses, starting first at his neck, then slowly made her way down through his chest hair and paused over each of his nipples. She pulled the right one between her lips and suckled it softly and swirled her tongue around the stiffening peak, then planted a playful nip before stretching over him to kiss the other. She felt breath stir in his torso, rising and falling in a steadily increasing rhythm, and that faint pulse knocking quietly somewhere inside him.

  The sounds he made as her mouth moved over him were possibly the most exquisite thing she had ever heard. Ben was usually so quiet, until the final moment. Lucy had no idea a man’s moans could sound so delicious.

  Her hands ran down his flat tummy until they found the soft collection of curls at the base of his cock. Her excitement grew and she crawled down to the foot of the bed to perch herself between his spread legs.

  He propped himself up on one of the cushions and watched intently as her mouth lowered to him. Delicately, she pulled one of his balls into her mouth and sucked and massaged it with her warm tongue. Something like a prayer slipped out of him. It was not a deity he uttered, but her name on his lips. His pleasure filled her with confidence and she continued her slow claiming of the intimate part of him, alternating between each ball until he was dripping with her saliva, then slowly she made her ascent.

  She sat up on her knees and grabbed the base of his cock to hold him steady as he throbbed and twitched under her touch. Her lips lowered to his shaft and left gentle, wet kisses up his length, then long licks that trailed all the way up to the underside of his tip. As his groans and sighs grew and she could feel him as hard as stone in her hand, she lowered her lips back to his tip and ran her tongue along the underside, catching all the delicate nerve endings on the tip of her tongue and savoring the growing volume of his voice. She stopped to suck the delicate skin there until she began to pull the whole thing between her lips with gentle suction.

  His hands reached down to her hair as he entered her mouth. They moved so tenderly through her silky tresses, one hand carefully gathering her long black locks in his fist to hold them out of her way and the other smoothing back any stray strands with such a simple sweetness that somehow felt more intimate than any of the sexual acts they had performed so far. There was something more personal to his fingertips gently threading through her hair while she swallowed his cock than actually feeling him in her throat.

  She melted under his touch and felt him melt into her deep kiss until she
had swallowed him down to the base of his length and felt his soft curls tickling her nose with each plunge on him she made. Her saliva gathered in a thick coating around him and she wrapped her hand around his length to twist and pump him with each retreat of her mouth. She began a quicker rhythm, sucking him into her, then stroking him as she came up for deep breaths before descending again. It wasn’t long before she could feel his hips arching into her cadence and she could feel his body stiffening and edging closer to the same precipice he had sent her screaming over just a while earlier.

  Suddenly she pulled away, slipping out of his loose grip in her hair easily. Even he was not ready for the unexpected withdrawal. She had only meant to shift gears and climb on top of him, but their eyes locked before she could move, and she watched the way his cock twitched desperately in the air and something tingled inside of her with pleasure at the small act of rebellion.

  He sat up, their gazes still locked, something animalistic woken in him that frightened her a little. Was she in trouble? What would he do to her? Why was she so excited by this?

  She bit her lip and remained still, silently challenging him to force her back down.

  His arm darted out so fast, Lucy was barely able to catch the movement with her eye. It felt all of a sudden that his hand was in her hair again, yanking a fistful of it back in his vicelike grip. She was utterly trapped, his touch inescapable where earlier it had been so gentle. He forced her to him, inching her closer on her knees as his legs bent and opened wider to accommodate her.

  With her head yanked back, she looked down her cheeks to his stern face. His other hand slid up her torso, over her left breast with a rough pinch to her stiff pink nipple and settled back on her throat where she was reminded how roughly he had held her down before. There was no doubt in her mind he probably hadn’t even begun to tap into the true depths of his preternatural strength. How delicate she felt like this, how helpless in his clutches, and she could not explain why, but it made her feel whole and her entire body hummed in anticipation. And she could not help wondering if this was the more she’d been needing.