Domination: Surrender Book Two

by Donahue, Tina

  She shifted her weight.

  “Hold on.” He positioned one leg against the other, her thighs together, the pose demur yet sensuous. “There’s the look I need.” Hurrying to the cabinet, he spoke over his shoulder. “Don’t move.”

  “Can I breathe?”

  He threw her a look then pulled out his digital camera and clicked off countless shots from various angles, halting periodically to view them on the LCD panel.

  Her delicate beauty brought a lump to his throat, her smoky gaze ready for any-fucking-thing.

  Her essence drew him closer. Raw will forced him to stop. Screwing was nice, but he needed to make this statue and do her justice. If he messed up… If he was unable to capture her spirit…

  Failure wasn’t possible. Even if it killed him, he’d immortalize her in metal, her likeness grazing the album cover. Something to look back on should things tank between them.

  He might be horny, but he was also a realist.

  Relationships like his parents’ were obsolete, splitting up de rigueur. Envying what his folks had, he grew curious about Jacquie’s background. “Are your folks still married?”

  “Huh?”

  He pulled the camera from his eye. “It’s cool if you don’t want to talk about them.”

  She glanced at her nudity. “Given my current state, do you think it’s wise?”

  “They’ll never know.”

  “True.” She rested her head against the frame, striking another terrific pose. “Why do you ask about them?”

  “I’m interested. You never said where you’re from or if you have family.”

  “I grew up in Provo. Moved to LA four years ago. If I hadn’t, I would have died. I mean literally. Yeah, my folks are still married. Till death do they part and the usual stuff. I have five sisters and three brothers. The sisters came before the brothers. I’ve never seen my parents so relieved as when they finally had a son. Once they had, they didn’t want to stop. I’m the oldest.” She caught her breath. “You’re through taking pictures?”

  He’d lowered the camera to his side, forgetting it. “You have eight siblings?”

  “Yep. Last time I talked to mom, another’s on the way. They’re hoping for a boy, maybe even two, to help even things out.”

  He’d thought his parents were traditional. “Wow. Wait. You said you almost died. I’m assuming your folks are into organized religion, so did you almost check out during your baptism?”

  She laughed so hard her face turned burgundy. “Hardly.” She calmed, pain in her eyes. “I never fit in their culture. I tried to be a good girl but I kept falling off the wagon, so to speak. I drove my teachers crazy asking why men had to run things. What was wrong with women taking the reins? They called my parents, telling them to discipline me so I wouldn’t disrupt classes. They finally put me in this ultra-conservative academy. I’m sorry to say nothing they taught stuck. While I was there, I discovered erotic romances thanks to my BFFs. We devoured those books to stay sane.”

  He’d heard surviving Catholic school was hard. Her experience sounded pure awful. “Was one of those BFFs the girl who abandoned you for the cool crowd?”

  “Uh-uh. The erotic romances happened during high school. There were more misfits there since everyone was doing time for their previous offenses.”

  She still hadn’t answered his earlier question. “Was it so terrible you tried to harm yourself?”

  “Not deliberately.” She shrugged. “I stopped eating and lost too much weight. Food didn’t appeal to me. Nothing did. The second I graduated, I fled my parents’ house. In their group that’s a no-no unless you’re moving in with your husband. Mom and Dad weren’t happy, but I had to change things or I couldn’t have survived. I stayed in Utah for a while trying to figure out what I wanted even though I knew.”

  “California? Los Angeles?”

  She nodded. “I was surprised to find so many conservatives here. What’s with that? Anyway, I avoid those areas. Once I’d moved, I started eating again. What about you?”

  The change in subject caught him off guard. “I’ll eat anything edible.”

  Giggles shook her shoulders and breasts. “I meant, where do you come from? Do you have brothers? Sisters?”

  “It’s only me. Mom and Dad believe in zero population growth.”

  “Damn, you and I came from different sides of the forest, didn’t we?”

  “Yet we’re so much alike.”

  She glowed. “We are. What do your parents do? Does your mom work? Mine doesn’t, except in the house. She doesn’t even drive. It’s a man’s privilege to do those things.”

  Andy figured he and Mrs. Reynolds wouldn’t be breaking bread anytime soon. If they did, he wasn’t sure he could keep his opinions to himself while she and Jacquie’s father spouted ‘men are superior’ junk. What a crappy way to go through life. Infantilizing your partner, the person you needed to share things with and help sort stuff out. “I can’t imagine your pain. I’m sorry.”

  “Hey, it’s in the past. You didn’t answer me.”

  Right. “Both my parents teach middle school. Besides the zero population growth thing, it’s my guess they didn’t want any extra kids running around the house.”

  “Did they ever teach your classes?”

  “Yeah.” He slumped. “It was godawful having Mom as a teacher. I mean, she’s great at what she does, but my classmates hated me for it. When she flunked one of the bigger boys, he beat me up after class. Said it was my fault he failed.”

  “Ohmygod, are you serious? How awful.”

  “Dad thought so, too. He sent me to karate lessons. I sucked at them, but I did learn how to shriek better than a lunatic and chop my arms like a human terminator.” He demonstrated how. “Ran the bullies off. Are you laughing at me?”

  She pressed her lips together, shook her head, then let out a guttural snort. “Sorry. I’m not making fun.” She sniggered. “Did your parents want you to become a teacher like them?”

  “Nope. It pays crap, the kids get worse by the year, and the administration only worries about their jobs or getting raises. They wanted me to go into law.”

  She grimaced.

  A woman after his own heart. “I had the same reaction. By then, I’d already met Max and Devlin at this place in LA where teens congregate. We hit it off instantly. Devlin talked nonstop about music. I’d written a few poems by then and considered writing lyrics to his stuff. Max had the idea for a band. Since he was a god to the girls and could sing, we made him the frontman. Good thing. Although the girls liked Devlin’s bad boy attitude, his vocal range is limited. Since I was the odd man out with my shitty coloring and—”

  “Hold it.” She glared at him. “You don’t think you’re as hot as they are? What’s the matter with you? Are you blind?”

  A backhanded compliment if ever there was one. “Realistic.”

  “Bull. Prince Harry is a ginger.”

  “He’s got a title, which makes a huge difference. So does having a surly queen as your grandmother ready to chop off a critic’s head. Or crush it as I would. Hey-yah!” He jumped into a karate stance, dick swinging.

  Jacquie’s shoulders wobbled. She lowered her face.

  “You’re laughing at me again, aren’t you?” He put his camera on the workbench and padded closer. “Being a bad girl like in school.”

  Her mirth vanished, arousal replacing it, desire heightening her color. “Fucking A.” She lifted her chin. “So what are you going to do about it?” She leaned toward him as much as she could, the shackles keeping her back. “What do you think you can?”

  “How about this?”

  He pulled her into him, his arm tight around her waist. Escape impossible. The old Andy gone. She’d changed him. He liked that and brought his palm down hard on her ass, its smack filling this space.

  She jerked and bit his shoulder, its sting matching the one on his hand.

  “Bad, bad girl.”

  He spanked her as vigorously as she
wanted, each crack ringing out, her moans and gasps interspersing them. Breathe Me In had ended long ago, the band’s rougher songs a perfect accompaniment to what he was doing.

  Stopped at last, he cradled her ass cheeks. They seemed warmer than earlier. He touched her slit.

  Wet couldn’t come close to defining her arousal, her wanting him.

  He wasn’t primo like Devlin and Max. Never would be. Yet she saw something in him Andy had never noticed and her approval was enough.

  On his knees, he held her plump folds apart, revealing her clit.

  She squirmed.

  He swatted her ass. “What did I tell you about moving?”

  “I forget.”

  “Here’s a reminder.” He spanked her again.

  She sagged, pulling on her chains, the metal rattling. “More.”

  Her parents must have done a number on her to bring out this side. Maybe they’d adopted her and she didn’t know about it yet.

  “More spanking for you later.”

  “Now.”

  Andy wasn’t going to let her goad him into more punishment. Hankering to do his own thing, he drew her clit between his lips, tasting her.

  Her groans turned gravelly. She pushed against him, tilting the frame.

  He should have stopped but didn’t—couldn’t, wanting her nub more than his safety. If the scaffold crashed on him, he’d survive and save her. He licked her harder, faster.

  She shouted and stepped back, righting the structure. Slumped against it, she spread her legs, bracing herself.

  A better position didn’t exist.

  He ate her at a slow pace he couldn’t set at the club, the guys wanting their turns or outmaneuvering him, forcing him to wait until they finished.

  No more and certainly not now.

  Hands on her ass, he held her in place and did whatever he desired. Sampling her flavor, sniffing her curls, teasing her tight ring, lapping her inner thighs—making her his in this moment and place. Whatever came next would never diminish what he had with her now.

  Careful not to bring her to a quick climax, he drew out the pleasure, kissing her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel, biting her curls lightly and tugging them.

  She swung from laughter to mournful cries to lusty shouts, each the only music he wanted.

  If not for his aching knees, he would have kept at this until sunset. Wincing, he shifted his position for relief, but didn’t get it.

  Licking and suckling his heart out, he brought her to the pinnacle and held her as her climax lashed her.

  She was still panting and trembling as he crawled to the cabinet for what he needed next.

  Chapter 9

  A strange tapping noise puzzled Jacquie. Dazed from her climax, she fought to open her eyes, but only managed to lift one lid.

  Andy crept across the floor, away from her.

  No. Get back here. She liked his firm ass. His balls too and the short hairs hugging them. His nuts swayed in time with his cock. Where is he going?

  He stopped at the cabinet he’d been at earlier and opened its door.

  She hoped he was getting condoms. If he didn’t fill her pussy soon…

  Her head sagged against her arm, her lid slipping down.

  A pulsing tune from the band’s earliest album cut off abruptly, violins and a piano replacing the drums. Music swelled, sweeping through the room, its beauty tugging at her soul. She swayed to the beat.

  A cymbal crashed.

  Her heart jolted.

  Drums beat.

  Someone hummed then sang, “You’re mine. Yes, mine.” The vocals competed with the music. “Mine. I’ll rule you, thrill you—”

  Holy wow. Andy was singing.

  She jerked her lids open. He’d returned and sat close to her, a CD player next to him, the song and his voice pumping from it, condoms on the other side.

  The rubbers she understood, but the song confused her. “You’re leaving the band and going solo?”

  “What?” He stopped rubbing his knees. “No. This is the music—so far—for the new album. I put words to it before you arrived, burned a CD, and—”

  She stopped listening to his explanation and focused on his lyrics. Potent words from a man who craved a woman, his dominance revealing his brutal need to claim her as his own, never letting her go. The haunting message hinted at his worry she’d never be his, no chains able to hold her for long.

  Tears pricked Jacquie’s eyes. “I’ve never heard anything so amazing.” She blinked, trying to clear her vision. “You wrote those lyrics this morning?”

  “While I was showering.”

  Laughter burst from her. “You’re a damn genius.”

  His face and throat turned red. “I don’t know about that.” Embarrassment and pleasure filled his eyes. “You like the lyrics? You don’t think they’re too much?”

  “You mean heartfelt and vulnerable? Not in my world. More men should think like the guy in your song and make life easier on women.”

  He chuckled. “Where’s the fun in that?”

  As nice as he was, he could still be a prick at times. Liking his two sides, she glanced at the rubbers. “Planning to do anything with those or are they props for atmosphere?”

  “You’re being bad again.”

  Always, but as much as she enjoyed him spanking her, she needed his loving now. “Fuck me, dammit. Screw me raw.” Hardly what a sub should say to her Dom. However, she was beyond frustrated waiting for his move. “What are you doing down there when I’m over here and your cock’s harder than my bones?”

  He glanced at his stiff dick, his grin proud. “So you really like my lyrics, huh?”

  “Andy.” She bounced on her heels. “I don’t want to wait.”

  On his feet, he sheathed himself and joined her, their legs touching. “I need this first.” He kissed her deeply, stealing her breath, snatching her will to be anything except his. Passion changed to tenderness, which evolved to stunning need. Their barriers fell away, leaving nothing except honest desire.

  He cupped her ass then pulled her up and into him

  Suckling his tongue harder, she wrapped her legs around his lean hips.

  Positioned, he slipped his cock inside her willing cunt, arousal drenching it.

  Wild animals couldn’t have screwed as forcefully. Unashamed, she and Andy fucked as they hadn’t before, their bond deepening, their climaxes erupting, his roar and her gasps signaling completion.

  She tightened her legs around him. It did no good. No matter how close they were physically, she needed a lasting emotional component too, but wouldn’t hold her breath waiting for it. This was about fun. A condition she had to remember.

  Still joined and holding on to her, he undid her shackles.

  Her arms fell hard on his shoulders. “Oooh. Sorry.” Her head dropped against his, their skulls cracking. “Eeee. Sorry again.”

  “S’okay.” He carried her from the scaffold and lowered her to her feet. “How are your arms?”

  Numb and tingling. “Good.” She drooped against him. “Is there someplace we can sit? Maybe even lie down? If you fall asleep, I won’t mind.”

  “Is that so? Who said I need to sleep?” He made a miffed sound. “Now you… I think I can come up with somewhere for you to rest.” He swept her into his arms and carried her from the studio, playing macho man.

  She huddled closer and stroked his shoulder. “I can walk.”

  “Like fuck you can.”

  Lesson learned. “Whatever you say. Where are we going? We’ve passed two rooms already.”

  “Nope. Only one. You must have fallen asleep.”

  “Thanks for not waking me. Damn this place is huge. Will your legs hold out? Want to drag me by the hair behind you?”

  “Like a caveman? There’s a thought.” His strides slowed, his puffing louder. “But no.”

  If he collapsed from her weight or his fatigue, she’d drag him.

  After what seemed an endless journey, he settled her
on a wide chaise lounge, built for two or three, its leather white. What else?

  Sinking into the cushiony leather felt nice. She stretched.

  He pivoted.

  Jacquie grabbed his thigh before he could step away. “Why are you leaving?” She stroked the furrow between his ass cheeks. “Where are you going?”

  “To get food. Your stomach keeps growling.”

  She hadn’t noticed. There was too much good stuff to enjoy. “Thanks.” She fell back against the chaise. “While you’re hunting and foraging, can you get my phone?”

  His head hung between his shoulders. “In the studio?”

  Miles and miles away. “It’s in my shoulder bag.”

  He straightened, winced, and rubbed his neck. “You need to take notes for your novel?”

  She did, in addition to having a record to remember this day when memories were all she had left.

  Crap. She was depressing herself again. Shaking it off, she nodded. “I don’t want to forget anything.” She swung her legs over the side. “I’ll get it.”

  “The fuck you will.” He put her legs back on the chaise and ruffled her bangs. “Be back in a sec.”

  Took him way longer, but he handed her the phone, squelched a yawn, and disappeared into another room, presumably the kitchen.

  As time passed, she kept sniffing, but didn’t smell anything resembling food. Either he was too far away, they’d dine on something cold, or not at all if he was napping in there. She didn’t care as long as he returned.

  Head bent to her phone, she keyed in copious notes but kept deleting them. There were too many emotions in what she wrote. If he asked to read them, he’d have an inside view to her heart.

  As if she weren’t already defenseless enough.

  Forcing herself to be practical and professional, she recorded physical stuff—how the room looked, the sun streaming inside, and other details but no sentiment.

  Feet slapped and neared this room. She looked up.

  He hoisted a gigantic silver tray to his shoulder, similar to ones wait staff used in restaurants, even carrying it as they would. “Lunch is served.”

  “Are you expecting more guests than me?”