Submission: Surrender, Book One

by Donahue, Tina

  She stroked his back, caressed his hips and ass, then fondled his balls.

  Pleasure bolted through him, his cock fully charged and wiggling within her.

  Thank you, thank you, thank you. He stroked her clit and straightened, ready to party.

  His moisture glistened on her lips, her complexion a dark pink, eyes mere slits.

  She was as stoked as he was.

  Warning himself not to zoom toward release, as he’d done twice already, he measured his pumps, settling for a slow, easy slide in and out of her.

  Her gaze blurred, lips parted.

  Okay, she liked that. So did he, even though his cock was hurting, wanting him to put a move on.

  No fucking way.

  Braced against intolerable desire, he hauled her legs up and settled them on his shoulders.

  Her eyes widened.

  Outside this room, feet stamped and hands clapped.

  Morons.

  The new angle gave Tav better penetration and put her clit in easier reach. Happy, he stroked her nub and pumped.

  She let out a guttural moan, crude as shit. Better than anything he could have produced.

  That’s it, baby. Enjoy.

  Balls deep, he surely did, pumping and thumping, going farther in each time, reaching her hot, tight core. Heaven couldn’t match this.

  Around them, approving shouts rose, the sax replaced by pounding drums, the music barbaric, urging him to step on the gas to reach nirvana.

  Not in this life. He had to make their fun last.

  His legs shook, and his neck burned. Sweat pricked his eyes. He wasn’t certain when he last breathed and couldn’t count on doing so again. Everything hurt, even his eyelashes, his dick and balls trying to rule him.

  He hoisted her legs farther up and thumbed her clit, hoping if he fixated on her he could hang tight.

  She thrashed her head from side to side and pounded the mattress, her cunt tightening around him, signaling her impending orgasm.

  Good thing. He was about to die, his cock screaming for relief, balls bitching up a storm. Come on, babe, do it.

  She dug her fists into her eyes, fighting completion and him.

  Of all the times for her to be obstinate. He would have killed for a tranquilizer to slow down, but soldiered on, pumping fast and hard when he could, then decelerating before he reached his final destination.

  She stayed with him the entire way.

  At last, he understood why and panted his words. “You want us to come together.”

  Her quick nod bounced her hair.

  “You ready now?”

  Another nod.

  Praise God. He adjusted himself then thrust with abandon, tending to her clit as he did. Her nub plumped and grew harder, but it was no match for what he experienced. His cock felt two feet long, each inch bearing too many nerves that hurled heat and incomparable feelings throughout him, both wondrous and agonizing. He couldn’t fill his lungs enough to keep them from burning. Even so, something inside urged him to hold off.

  Oaths spilled from her, saltier than he’d ever used.

  Not wanting to see her hurting, he stopped blocking his need and let loose.

  Lights flashed behind his lids, possibly the audience getting rowdy again and fucking with the blue glow in here, yet they didn’t make a sound. Even if they had, his stuffed ears couldn’t pick up any noise except his heart whacking away.

  He howled and she joined in, an erotic symphony, her cunt pulsing around his dick.

  He’d done good.

  Reeling, he pushed her legs off his shoulders.

  They plopped to the mattress.

  Unable to maintain his position, he dropped forward, catching himself on his arms before he crushed her. He couldn’t stop gasping, residual pleasure rippling through him.

  He wanted more and kissed her passionately.

  She matched his need in every way.

  When they broke apart, he rested his face against her neck, loving how her heart thumped, each beat proving she’d enjoyed herself, and him.

  Breathing in fits and starts, she worked her fingers through his hair. “Gonna live?”

  How easily she made him smile. He pressed his mouth to her throat, careful not to scrape his beard against her. “At this point, I’m not sure.”

  She squeezed her pussy. “How about now?”

  Although he made an effort, his dick wouldn’t cooperate, as useless as an overcooked noodle. He lied, “Yeah. Did you feel me flexing?”

  “Ah… do it again.”

  That would send him into a coma. “I’ll need a minute. Hold—”

  A fist punched his sole.

  “Ouch.” He looked over.

  Cody flicked his hand. “Out of the way.”

  “When. I. Am. Through.”

  Bree stirred beneath him.

  Tav didn’t have to guess he was finished now. If nothing else, she was fair to a fault and he hated it.

  She smiled sweetly and smoothed his mustache. “Since you missed your rest before…”

  That wasn’t why he was soft. She’d wrung him fucking dry. “I’m not tired.”

  “Okay. But while you build up steam to really pour it on, you can watch me and Cody.”

  A root canal sounded more inviting. He loved the guy but wasn’t up for viewing him doing her when he couldn’t.

  Since he wasn’t crazy enough to voice his thoughts, he kissed her deeply, pulled out and lay across from Lucius who still slept, at peace with his world.

  Tav hoped for serenity and closed his eyes.

  * * *

  Alone with Bree at last, Cody kept from rubbing his palms together and behaving like a douche. “Turn around.” He rotated his finger, showing her how.

  Once she had her back to him, she glanced over.

  “On your hands and knees, legs spread, ass lifted.”

  Her gaze dropped to the condom covering his hard cock. Elation transformed her features, telling him more than words ever could.

  She dropped to her hands and knees, assuming the position he required.

  Her pussy and anus captivated him, both a pathway to pleasure, the same as her mouth, though nothing could match her cunt.

  He’d dreamed about being inside her sheath, held tight and close, the person she wanted.

  A braver man than he was would have asked her thoughts on the matter. Not him. Having to compete against Tav and Lucius in this place was bad enough. So far, Cody didn’t think they’d outdone him, but couldn’t be absolutely certain.

  When it came to what women wanted, he was dumb as a rock. Beyonce marrying Jay Z proved his point given how great she looked, while he wasn’t exactly Shemar Moore, who the ladies at Mortganson had been gaga about. Plus, the jerk had cheated on her. Who did that to a hot babe, or any woman for that matter?

  Mystified, Cody could only be himself. If Bree wanted something different, he couldn’t abide her and would have to split.

  His customary confidence nosedived. He grasped her hips and leaned in. “Everything all right?”

  She looked around her shoulder at him. “Sure. Shouldn’t it be?”

  Armed with nothing except honesty, he hedged. “Is your ass okay?” He stroked her butt cheeks. “They still sting from the strap?” They weren’t red any longer.

  “I’m fine. The pain stopped before you guys were all inside me.”

  He didn’t want to talk about them. Their four-way had been incredible, but this was their moment—his and hers. “I’m glad it didn’t last. You ready for this?” And me?

  “I’ve been waiting for it.”

  Truth filled her eyes, her features softening. The way a woman looks when she desires a man completely, not because she’s lonely or wants someone to support her in a grand style.

  He’d met enough gold diggers to fill several lifetimes.

  Bree was different. She had all the attention she could possibly want from Lucius and Tav, plus the audience since they’d seen her in action and might al
so want to jump her bones. She’d earned enough wealth on her own to make hooking up with any guy unnecessary for survival. And she sure as hell didn’t need his or the guy’s money to fund this place. She could have chosen other partners easily.

  Yeah, she did want him as much as he craved her.

  Heartened, he edged closer, cock in hand, her pussy his only goal.

  On a powerful thrust, he entered her like a man who had no competition to worry about. One she’d chosen.

  His confidence surged.

  Held by her sweet cunt, snug fit, and heat, he pumped, letting nothing except what they were enjoying enter his mind.

  Chapter 7

  At four a.m. Bree hit the brakes on pleasure.

  Surrender was closing until eight p.m. this evening when the party would begin anew.

  Sex-sated patrons streamed out, handing valets their tickets, chauffeur-driven limousines waiting for other clients near the front entrance. A chance for weary professionals and CEOs to catch a few winks before leaving for their offices to begin another day.

  A crew swarmed through the building, removing empty glasses, plates, toys, and any indication as to the debauchery that had transpired here.

  If only she could make a clean sweep when it came to her memories and return to everyday life refreshed rather than wanting.

  A dull pain tightened her chest. She ignored it. The pang persisted telling her she’d miss Lucius, Cody, and Tav like crazy.

  She’d last seen them in the fetish room where they’d ended up after watching a live show, the performers fucking in real time though not impressing the guys.

  Cody said their foursome was better. Lucius and Tav concurred.

  She couldn’t dispute their take on the matter. They made everything here more delightful than she realized. And proved it in the fetish room that provided the whole enchilada with carnal proclivities ranging from the mundane to the strange, beginning with pictophilia, otherwise known as porn. A European sex film played on one wall, the images and story sophisticated rather than the mindless X-rated crap provided to American audiences.

  The guys glanced at the movie but didn’t linger.

  Women’s high heels graced another wall, the designer footwear displayed on shelves for those addicted to retifism, not to be confused with podophilia or a foot fetish. To her surprise, Tav regarded the heels, picking up several and stroking them, at last choosing a black pair, the spike heels super high, numerous laces the only thing to keep them on a woman’s feet.

  Smiling, he’d handed them to her. “Put them on.”

  Ever obedient, she did.

  He sank to one knee, stroking her toes and feet through gaps in the material, his cock hardening from each touch.

  Lucius made a face at the mannequins for those who were into agalmatophilia: getting off on dummies, dolls, or statues.

  A mirrored wall drew their full attention. Pointing at it, Cody met her gaze in the glass. “Anyone behind there watching us?”

  “No. It’s for katoptronophilia.”

  Their faces went blank.

  She had fun playing with them. “That’s merely being turned on by fucking in front of a mirror.”

  They regarded it then her, their breathing picking up.

  Lucius looked past then strode to a rack holding numerous vinyl, latex, and rubber garments, most in black, some in bright red. He fingered them. “Costumes?”

  “Not exactly. They’re for rubberists. People who get off on their partners wearing rubber or latex.”

  He pulled out an item resembling a red catsuit, the front bearing a deep V to the waist, revealing a woman’s cleavage, the area around the ass cut out to expose the cheeks, and a zipper over the crotch, encouraging a man—or men—to open it for closer contact to a cunt.

  Tav and Cody joined him, both touching the thing.

  “Put it on.” Lucius pushed the item toward her.

  “Yes, sir.” She grabbed baby powder off a shelf.

  Cody plucked the container from her. “What’s this for?”

  “So the suit doesn’t stick to my skin.”

  He shook powder on his palms and rubbed them over her nudity, his callouses rough, but arousing as fuck.

  Her teeth tingled.

  The other guys helped, Lucius homing in on her bush and cleft, Tav paying particular attention to her ass.

  Her head sagged to the side, lids sinking fast, their combined touch relaxing and exciting, making her want.

  Finished, Lucius handed her the outfit.

  Once she’d donned it, complete with the heels Tav liked, they padded around her, gazes intense, balls plumping, cocks jouncing.

  “This is too good to miss.” Cody cupped her ass.

  His heat seeped into her. She caught a breath and looked over. “What is?”

  He gestured hurriedly to Tav. “Pull the chair to the mirror.”

  Tav did.

  Cody directed her to it, sat, and looked at Tav’s reflection. “Do you want to do the honors or is it Lucius’s turn? I lost track.”

  Of what?

  “I’ll be glad to do it.” Lucius stood on the right side.

  Tav chose the left, his cock rising. Rather than aiming north as it had earlier, his dick stopped due west, in a perfect horizontal position.

  Perplexed, she waited to see what they planned.

  Cody pulled her onto his lap.

  Her hair swung forward. She gripped his leg.

  He swatted her butt. “Push your ass up. Present it to us.”

  She did, her face burning.

  Tav shoved her hair aside then eased her head up. His crown pointed at her, pre-cum dripping from the slit.

  Her heart beat triple time, missing numerous beats.

  Lucius dropped to his knees at her side.

  Tav directed his cock to her lips. “Open wide.”

  She had to in order to take in his full width, the head a mouthful, its salty flavor, silkiness, and warmth sublime. Readily, she tongued him inside, taking him deep.

  Hand on her upper thigh, Lucius smacked her ass, his strike hard, the crack strident.

  The sting profound. She juddered.

  Tav pumped his cock into her mouth, forcing her attention to his desires.

  She complied, fellating him.

  Warmth arrived on cue, gliding over her spanked cheeks, allowing her to relax.

  Lucius denied her prolonged relief, bringing his palm down repeatedly, making her ass burn, interrupting the resulting pleasure.

  Throughout her punishment, Tav used her mouth as he saw fit, arousing himself to climax, his cum streaming over her tongue.

  Once she’d finished with him, Lucius demanded she see to his needs, his cock filling her mouth as Cody disciplined her.

  At last, she gave Cody head, while Tav spanked her good and hard. When he finished, he sheathed his cock, unzipped the crotch, and plowed into her cunt as Lucius kept her draped across his lap.

  The others took their turns mounting her, one always holding her tight.

  Finally exhausted, the four of them lay panting on the floor, eventually passing out. Three shrill beeps awakened her, a ten-minute warning for patrons to get dressed and leave, the club closing for the night. The noise didn’t wake the guys.

  Once she’d snuck out to retrieve and don her office wear and regular heels, she returned then shook their shoulders to rouse them. They resisted, rolling away from her.

  If life had been perfect, she would have left them alone until they’d rested, then invited them to shower with her in the communal bath, theirs to use until the club opened again.

  Since her past and present had never been ideal, she persisted, explaining reality. “Time for you guys to go.”

  Their moods swung from tired to disappointed.

  Before they could say anything, she backed toward the door. “I’ll meet you at the entrance.”

  On that pronouncement, she fled. In the elevator, she smoothed her suit but couldn’t do anything about th
e runs in her stockings. If she had better luck than usual, her patrons would be too bushed to notice.

  Regarding herself in the elevator mirror, she licked chocolate off her lips and rubbed it from her chin then did her best to restore her French roll.

  One of her guys had been considerate enough to put the hairpins in her pocket.

  She didn’t want to know who had done so, nor did she want to keep thinking about them.

  Ready as she’d ever be, she stood at the entrance and offered everyone a warm good-bye even though this was Holly’s job.

  Bree didn’t care.

  Holly did, given the concern on her face. “Did I do something wrong?” She lowered her voice as patrons dragged past. “Am I supposed to leave?”

  “No.” Bree grabbed her wrist. “Stay right here until everyone’s gone and the door’s locked.”

  “Sure.”

  The crowd grew lighter, only a few stragglers remaining.

  Once they were gone, that only left her guys.

  She should have been braver and kissed each farewell then said she couldn’t see them again here or anywhere else. The pain in her heart was already too great at how this would end. To say it wouldn’t be good was sugarcoating it. Godawful wasn’t even close. Lusting for three men at once would never work in the outside world or here.

  Despite their friendly rivalry at Mortganson, the guys had gotten into each other’s faces too many times tonight. If their clash over who was going to enjoy her had escalated even a smidge, they might have come to blows.

  She couldn’t have them fighting, their bond to each other too strong, surely more solid than anything they would ever know with her. Choosing between them wasn’t an option either. Which left saying goodbye.

  They approached, Lucius’s and Tav’s hair mussed, Cody looking bedraggled rather than peppy.

  All wearing the same face: uncertain, possibly wary.

  They glanced at Holly.

  She offered her hostess grin, long on fake happiness, short on fatigue despite the dark circles beneath her eyes. “Thanks for coming to Surrender. We hope you’ll return to us soon.”

  Revved up, she offered a litany of special events the club would host in the coming weeks.