Deadly Surrender
A.J. Daniels
Deadly Surrender
A Famiglia Novella 3.5
By
A.J. Daniels
Deadly Surrender is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2019 by A.J. Daniels
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Cover Design: ©Just Write. Creations
Edited by: Nikki Holt Sexton
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Contents
Blurb
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Blurb
Stefan
She thinks I don’t remember who she is, but I do. I knew the moment I caught a glimpse of the scar behind her ear. If she thinks she’ll be kneeling for any other Dom, she’s got another thing coming. She’s mine. She was always mine.
Brielle.
I tell myself it will only be one more time and then I’ll force myself to move on and leave the silly teenage crush in the past. Thing is, I can’t seem to walk away from him, and it’s not long before I find myself back at Club Nineveh, requesting him as my Dom.
**Deadly Surrender used to be part of the Dominated by Desire anthology.
Author’s Note
Deadly Surrender is Stefan’s story. He’s a side character in the Famiglia series but you do not need to have read the series to read this novella. It is a complete standalone.
Surrender (Verb) – to give oneself up, as into the power of another; submit or yield. (dictionary.com).
1
Brielle
My skin feels too tight, no matter what I do I just can’t get comfortable. The reality of my situation of what my life has become stares down at me, and I just can’t deal. I need an escape from my head for a few hours. Booze won’t do anything. I’ll just wake up with a bitching hangover in the morning which will undoubtedly make things worse. Drugs are out of the question. There is only one thing I can think of that will come close to making me forget for a few hours. One person. With a deep breath and shaking fingers, I dial the club to make sure he will be there tonight.
The sun has barely set when I pull open the door to Club Nineveh, but you won’t know it if you had been inside. Its dark, save for the soft blue light aimed at the hostess stand a few feet from the door. When I first saw the blue, instead of the assumed red color you would see in a place like this, I was confused. Until something I read came back to me. Apparently blue is supposed to be calming and give a sense of security. I scoff. Yeah, because a BDSM club screams calm.
A perky blonde greets me with a bright smile, and it takes every last ounce of will power I have to not roll my eyes. Everything about her is fucking perfect. From the double d’s, to the skinny waist and toned thighs visible beneath the too-short black dress. If I didn’t need this, I would turn around and walk right back out. I can’t deal with Barbie over here when I am so close to losing it.
“He’s been waiting for you to arrive,” she says, handing me a key to one of the private rooms. “Room 247.” She tips her head to the side indicating for me to walk through the black curtain that separates the front entrance from the rest of the club.
I breathe a sigh of relief as soon as I step into the rest of the club. They told me that he’d be here tonight, but I guess a part of me was afraid that he already had a Sub he was taking care of, or if he would even be unwilling to see me. I mean, the last time I had been here, and we had done a scene together I was completely new at this. At all of this. I hadn’t told him that it was my first time also having sex, but he seemed to already know. I had read a few articles that said Dom’s rarely entertain virgins. Whether that’s true or not, I don’t know. But if he had agreed to see me tonight then I guess he had no problems with my… inexperience.
I make my way up the stairs at the far end of the club, declining a drink from one the servers who walk around with trays high on their shoulders. I don’t need the liquid courage tonight. When I find the door with the gold-plated numbers on it, I silently push it open wondering if he’ll already be in here waiting for me.
My shoulders drop when I scan the interior of the room and notice I’m the first to arrive. I glance at the clock on the wall then hurriedly shed my light coat, hanging it on the standing coat rack by the door. I push my skirt down my legs and kick it off leaving only my lacy red thong in place. A tight black tank top and black heels are the only other things I’m wearing. I quickly untie my hair from the low ponytail making it fan out across my back in strawberry blonde waves and kneel facing the leather couch on the right side. On my left is a huge wall-to-wall window that overlooks the rest of the club. You can’t see anything if you’re looking up from downstairs, but from up here you can see everything. A shiver races down my spine at the memory of him fucking me from behind while my front was plastered to the window.
My breath hitches when the door opens and then clicks shut. His spicy aftershave quickly fills the small room. He’s silent as he makes his way across the room and sits down on the sofa directly in front of me. His legs splayed wide on either side of my body. I lick my lips as his hands go to his belt buckle and then to unzip his jeans. His cock springs free from its denim clad confines and my mouth waters.
“Suck,” he commands.
I obey and shuffle forward on my knees until I’m close enough to lean forward and take his length in my mouth. I keep my hands clasped behind my back like he had instructed me to do the previous time.
He hisses when I run the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock and then over the slit. His hands tangle in the long lengths of my hair as he holds me exactly where he wants me and fucks my mouth.
“Such a good little pet,” he praises when his cock hits the back my throat. I gag a little and he withdraws, allowing me a breath or two before he pushes back in.
Saliva runs down the corners of my mouth, but I don’t care, it seems like it just spurs him on even more. His fingers tighten in my hair and he forces my head forward until my nose is buried in the trimmed hair at the base of his cock. I gag on his length and the grip he has on my head loosens as he eases his dick from my mouth. I greedily gulp in a few lungfuls of air while the hand that was tangled in my hair, moves to cup the side of my face. His thumb runs along my bottom lip.
“When I tell you to, go over to the bed, slide those panties off and bend over the foot of the bed. I want you to reach back and spread those ass cheeks for me.” His voice is low, raspy, his usual air of dominance laced with a need that matches my own.
I nod letting him know I understand. The hand cupping my face, slips around my neck and then he’s tugging a handful of my hair, forcing my head to tilt back and my gaze to meet his. His dark eyes blaze with lust making me gasp. His other hand shoots up to grip my face. My chin resting in the curve of his hand between his thumb and forefinger. Before I can register the slight pain of his fingers squeezing my face, his lips are on mine. His tongue demanding entry. I willingly give in, opening for him. The walls of my pussy clench when he groans as our tongues meet and duel.
He pul
ls back letting me go and watches me as his back settles against the soft leather of the sofa. One of his hands going to the front of his jeans to squeeze the bulge behind the zipper.
“Go. Now.”
I whimper at the loss of his lips but obey his command and rise from my position on the floor. My knees aching from being bent for so long. When I get to the foot of the bed I hook my thumbs in the lacy waistband of my panties and with a glance over my shoulder at where he’s still sitting on the sofa, his strong hand lazily stroking his dick, I bend over and slide the material over my ass and down my thighs until they pool around the heels I’m still wearing. I bite my lip, still looking directly at him and fully exposed.
He growls and is behind me in a flash before I can fully straighten up. He pushes me down until my stomach and face hit the soft comforter. His warm palm caresses one globe of my ass while his other hand holds me down by the back of my neck. I’m helpless and completely at his mercy, and I’ve never been more soaked.
“Naughty girl, teasing your Dom like that.”
Smack!
I yelp at the burning sensation.
“Shh,” he soothes. His hand rubbing circles over my ass, then slides down the crack to rub along my lips. “Look at you so wet. You want my cock, Little Pet? Want me to stretch this pussy again?”
I moan, lifting my hips up from the bed.
Smack!
This time it isn’t my ass cheek he had spanked, but my pussy. It hurt and I am slightly embarrassed by how much wetter I become.
“Someone likes having her pussy slapped,” he rasps, his voice closer to my ear.
“Please,” I beg, trying to rub my thighs together in hopes it will cause the friction I need but his hand between my legs stops the motion.
His fingers wrap in my hair and yank until I’m forced to follow the movement or risk him pulling a chunk of hair out from my scalp.
“Did I say you could talk?” He demands, his voice rough, his breath still warm against my ear.
“N-No, Sir,” I stammer, my arms shaking from holding myself up.
Without warning he plunges two fingers inside me, and I scream.
“There you go again, being a bad Pet. Maybe I need to teach you a lesson.”
I whimper. The combination of his fingers thrusting inside me so hard and his filthy words bring me closer to the edge.
“You want that? You want me to fuck you? Punish you?”
I mewl and arch my back. Answering him without words.
“You’re such a dirty Pet.”
He withdraws his fingers and I whine at the loss, at how empty I feel. But I should know it won’t last long. He teases my folds with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit but not pushing it in like I want him to. Like I need him to.
“Did you get the shot like I asked you to?” he asks, licking up my neck. “You may answer.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan.
After our previous, and first time playing, he said he wanted to see his cum dripping out of me. He told me he didn’t want to see me back here until I had been put on birth control and had waited the recommended amount of time before having sex without another form of protection. He specifically said the shot because I only had to get it every six or so months and didn’t have to worry about taking a pill every day. He somehow knew that I couldn’t be trusted to take the pill at the same time every day, and he wasn’t wrong. Between classes and work and everything else, there was little room in my brain to remember anything else. As sad as that was to admit.
“That’s my good little pet.” Then he thrusts into me, stretching me until he’s fully seated and thoughts about birth control become the last thing on my mind. I had forgotten how thick he was until now. Until the pain of being stretched pushed itself to the forefront of my mind and I have to hold back the sob threatening to break free.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “Breathe.” He releases his hold around my hip and caresses my back until I begin to relax beneath him. “That’s my girl,” he praises, gently rocking his hips forward until the pain subsides and leaves an ache in its absence.
When I push back against him, he growls, kicking my feet further apart until I open more for him and his dick slips in further. I feel the hard muscles of his pubic area press against the globes of my ass and groan at how full I am. It isn’t uncomfortable per se, just weird. When he had taken me that first time, I had been on my back and able to see everything he was doing to my body, but this… this was much more intense.
“Grab hold of the comforter, Pet. This is going to be hard and fast,” he grunts, his hips beginning to buck.
It takes me several seconds to compute what he instructed me to do but not even a second after I grab hold of the soft bedding, his fingers curl around my hips and holds me in place as he drives into me over and over again.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop me from crying out, “Oh, God,” like I want to do. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, but it isn’t from sadness or pain. No, it’s from the sheer force of will of trying to hold back my orgasm. I learned from the first time that if I came without his permission, he would rile me up again, edging me to the point of deliriousness and then he would tug my panties back up and send me on my way. I’m determined to not leave here in that same state of frustration again.
“You’re so fucking tight, Pet. So, fucking perfect.”
His hands tighten on my hips, lifting them up to the perfect angle, and then his hard body covers mine, his hands moving from my hips to curl under my shoulders and hold me to him.
I can’t hold it in anymore, I scream as he hits that sensitive spot inside me.
“That’s it, baby. Scream for me.” His teeth sink into the lobe of ear and I sob, feeling the control of my orgasm begin to slip away. “You want to come for me?”
I nod, hoping and praying to God that he would grant me the release I was so close to achieving.
He withdraws from my body until just the tip of his dick remains and then slams home again. I wail, clawing at the sheets.
“Come for me, Pet. Let me hear you scream for your Dom as you come around my dick.”
And I do. I let it all out as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes over me. When it’s done and only slight tremors still rack my body, I collapse on the bed with tears streaming down my cheeks.
He continues fucking into me, peppering kisses along the side of my face, the back of my neck and down across my shoulders while murmuring how perfect I am. I want to tell him that I’m not perfect. I’m far from it, but in this moment, I can barely move let alone gather the energy required to form full sentences.
He stiffens behind me and then his body jerks as he grunts out his release. Spurts of his cum filling me up until I feel it leak out and run down my inner thighs. With a final kiss between my shoulder blades, he rights himself again and slowly eases out of me. I expect him to go into the attached bathroom and retrieve a wet cloth to clean me up like he had done before, but when his fingers trail down my slit from the crack of my ass, I gasp. I feel him gather the cum that had leaked out and then his cum covered fingers are pushing back into me. I shiver, still over sensitive from the intensity of my orgasm. Then they’re gone, and I feel the coldness in the room begin to settle around me.
I stay where I am, afraid that if I move my legs will give out on me, while I hear him re-buckle his belt.
God, he hadn’t even gotten undressed fully. Just pushed his jeans down to around his ankles and lifted his shirt. I know because I felt the soft material of his shirt on my back.
With a final slap to an ass cheek he says, “Until next time, Pet.” And then he’s gone.
I squeeze my eyes shut, more tears falling down my cheeks to join the others. This time it isn’t from the intensity of this experience. This time it’s from the regret beginning to bubble up. I am so fucking stupid. I thought I could come here and forget for a little awhile, and it had worked. Until he had left. He hadn’t even recognized me. I thought f
or sure that after that first time he would remember me – not from then but from what felt like another world – but he hadn’t. Suddenly I was reminded of a time that seemed like another lifetime ago when I was a silly little girl with a stupid crush.
He may not remember me, but I remember him.
Stefan Marino.
My childhood best friend’s older brother.
2
Stefan
I felt like a failure as a Dom as I left the room. I left her still bent over the foot of the bed. My cum still dripping down her inner thighs. My body and all my training screamed at me to go back and take care of her the way I should have. The way a Dom should take care of their Sub after a scene, especially one that intense. But I just couldn’t bring myself to walk back down the long corridor and step back into that room.
I hadn’t recognized her at first. She looked so different to the last time I saw her, but age will do that. She wasn’t the smart mouthed sixteen-year-old she once was, or the little girl who would come over so I could babysit her and my sister, Gemma, while our parents went out. But then I had gotten a glimpse of the scar behind her ear while I was already buried balls deep inside her and close to coming. The same scar she got after her and Gem got their heads stuck through the wooden pegs of the railing while I had been babysitting. They were five. One of the pegs must not have been sanded down all the way and it had scrapped her pretty badly when Brielle had tried pulling her head out from between the railing. A shiver runs down my back as I remember the sound of her cries and screams that day.
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