Submission: Surrender, Book One

by Donahue, Tina

  Devoted to their enjoyment, she ate readily and fast, their mouths touching, his heated lips on hers.

  Pressed as close as possible to him, she accepted his tongue, loving the lingering salt from the beef, his leather-and-tobacco fragrance, the scent of sex beneath it.

  She gripped his hair to keep him close, her tongue requiring entrance into his mouth.

  Not granting it, he drove his further into hers, his shaft thickening inside her pussy, his embrace uncompromising. Telling her she wouldn’t leave him or this bed until he granted permission.

  Any other outcome would have disappointed her. She kissed him more intimately than she’d allowed herself before, appreciating the man he’d become and the neglected child he’d been if not for Inez. He’d grown into a remarkable individual and a future she couldn’t have.

  Acute sorrow coursed through Bree at her coming loss. Pure will kept it from defeating her. Those feelings could return when this was over. Not now.

  Wicked and wanton pleasure was the only thing on their menu this evening. She had a bet to win, her Dominatrix proving he wasn’t the only one skilled at giving orders.

  To that end, she broke their kiss before he could and rested her forehead against his. As winded as him, she strained to speak. “I won.”

  He kept his eyes closed. “The fuck you have.”

  “You don’t believe me?” She pecked his nose and eased back to see his face. “You stopped eating. You kissed me. Your cock’s about to go nuts in my pussy.” If his dick got any harder, he’d hurt them both. The luscious thing kept plumping, urging her sheath to tighten its embrace. She’d complied, but still a bet was a bet. “You need to admit defeat.”

  “Without coming?” He forced one lid up and gave her a look on the far side of sweetness and charm, closer to a Dom unamused by his sub. “Open up.”

  Smiling gently, she wiggled her butt, increasing the pressure from his cock inside her. “I already have.”

  He made a scornful sound, blindly grabbed something on the silver tray to their side and pressed the food to her lips. “Eat.”

  She licked the roll, appreciating its buttery flavor, but liked his mouth and tongue better. Rather than show him how much, she took a huge bite of the bread and ripped it away from the rest, then presented the end to him.

  He gobbled it fast and swallowed hard, his lips against hers.

  They licked crumbs off each other, but he didn’t kiss her this time.

  Mentioning the bet might have been a mistake. Even his cock had settled within her.

  She constricted her channel around him, coaxing and goading him to lose control.

  His nostrils flared slightly, his complexion darkened, but he kept his cool, scooping potato salad onto a large spoon and presenting it to her.

  Once she’d tongued half the creamy mixture into her mouth, she pushed the remainder to him. If she had to eat when she’d rather fuck, he’d be in the same boat, figuratively and literally.

  His gaze burned into her, his dark eyes enough to make any woman cave.

  Not her. These were their last hours together. Dragging them out wasn’t only prudent but required to satisfy her needy heart.

  She accepted cole slaw from him next and pushed what remained on the spoon to him.

  They ate in a silence broken only by their heavy breathing, water slapping against the boat, and wind whipping past. Her drubbing heart added to the din. The damn thing beat so loudly she feared he’d hear it and would demand her surrender because she hadn’t focused solely on the meal.

  What reasonable woman could?

  He was too beautiful and nice, intelligent and fun.

  I’m never going to survive this.

  Once their twenty-four hours ended, she’d be a bigger wreck than her mother had ever been after losing a boyfriend. As unwise as she’d been when it came to men, she’d never lost three guys at once. Had to be a record.

  Lucius’s face changed. Wearing a grave look, he cupped Bree’s chin. “What is it?”

  At this point, lying was easier than the truth. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  His narrowed eyes said he didn’t believe her. “You looked weird for a moment.”

  “Gee, thanks.” She licked cabbage off his mouth and chewed the small piece, pretending nothing was amiss. A trait she’d learned growing up.

  He cupped her boobs.

  Her nipples stiffened instantly. Tired of words, thoughts, and worries—wanting only him, while she could—she pressed in to his touch.

  A triumphant look crossed his face. “You’re not eating. Looks like I won.”

  “Without me coming? Not even close.” She squeezed his dick and grabbed a corncob, swaying it back and forth near his mouth. “I was merely digesting.” She held the corn in her teeth, offering him the other side.

  He ate ravenously.

  So did she.

  His cock stirred within her.

  Her pussy embraced his length, her resolve vanishing faster than fog in the desert. Her heart, soul, and body requiring him. She took the cob, threw it aside, and kissed him hard, her palms cupping his bristly cheeks.

  On a fierce growl, he tipped her backward, her shoulders hitting the mattress. It shook.

  He thrust, plunging his cock into her, taking what he wanted, and she’d granted.

  She might be losing their bet, but she’d won him for this night, which was more than an even trade.

  They fucked as they hadn’t before, no tenderness, just raw, savage sex. The bed shook, its headboard banging against the wall.

  Gripping her wrists, Lucius then held them to the mattress and pounded into her, their skin slapping against each other.

  He kissed her indecently, having no care as to his superior strength.

  A rare moment she enjoyed, liking him uncontrolled and dangerous. Her pussy appreciated it too, narrowing around his cock.

  Grunting, he rolled them over, putting her on top, thrusting his hips, a wordless command for her to service him.

  Face lowered, she lifted herself from him then sank down, working his cock.

  He pumped harder, their bodies joined once more.

  Wicked good, though not yet paradise.

  She touched her nub.

  “Don’t even think it.” He pushed her hand aside and claimed her clit. “This belongs to me.” He thumbed it hard and fast.

  Her heart paused then beat too quickly, making breathing impossible, bringing on dizziness.

  Fighting it, she pumped.

  He stroked.

  They battled each other, each chasing victory to determine who would come first.

  She lifted her chin and gritted her teeth.

  No good. A gasp escaped her, everything breaking free, liberating her from earth, allowing her to sail.

  His shout followed.

  They’d come together.

  She couldn’t have asked for a greater gift and collapsed on him, panting. “I concede. Do with me as you will.”

  He gulped air. “Don’t worry, I intend to.”

  Again, he rolled them over then pulled her off the bed when he should have been sleeping, flattened by his orgasm. The ejaculate in his condom proved he’d come.

  He hauled her over his shoulder and gripped her thighs.

  The side mirror showed his knees bent, head hanging down, hair hiding his face. What was he doing? “Are you all right?”

  “I will be.”

  Puffing, he hauled her into a darkened room.

  Lights switched on without anyone touching them and illuminated an amazingly large bath, everything in brass and mottled rose marble, a roomy tub to one side, an expansive shower on the other.

  Inside it, he put her down, turned dials on the wall and pulled a lever.

  Icy water blasted from the showerhead.

  She yelped and jumped back.

  Standing beneath the flow, he shivered, his cock and tat shrinking.

  “Have you lost your mind?” She grabbed his hand. “G
et away from that.”

  “No.” He wrested free. “I need it.”

  “What the fuck for?”

  He opened one eye and glared. “What do you think?”

  Rather than looking tired, he appeared too alert now, his teeth chattering from the chilled water. She figured him falling asleep on her at this point was the last thing he’d do.

  No other guy had been this unselfish. Another wall inside her crumbled. Soon there wouldn’t be any between her and him.

  A daunting prospect. She’d never been fully vulnerable to any man.

  After suffering too long, he turned dials, the temperature gradually rising and growing nicely warm.

  She stepped into it and him.

  He sidled away. “Be back in a sec. Do not move. I mean it.” He closed the door on her.

  Once he rounded the corner, he disappeared from view.

  Noises sounded. What she guessed were drawers opening and closing.

  Muttering an oath, he padded past the shower door in the other direction.

  She tried to see where but couldn’t without leaving. Given what he’d done for her, the least she could do was follow his directive.

  He returned, the condom gone, a foil packet in one hand, two shoelaces tied together in the other. He put the unused rubber on a shelf away from the water. “Give me your wrists.”

  She didn’t have to ask what he intended to do with them.

  * * *

  Once Lucius had bound Bree’s hands together, he secured them to the showerhead, adjusting it so the spray flowed over and past them.

  She blinked moisture from her eyes. Sodden hair clung to her cheeks. Steam rose, plumes swirling around them, creating a sensual cocoon. “I’m glad I lost.”

  They’d both won. He hadn’t had a chance to fight his feelings the moment she’d stepped into his life. Not that he’d admit it at this juncture. He grabbed the soap and worked up a lather, the cedarwood scent pleasant but nowhere near how good she smelled. Finished, he spread bubbles over her breasts, stomach, ass, and between her legs, every part of her soft, warm, and fragrant.

  When he reached her clit, she released her breath and pushed up.

  Cupping her ass, he kept her in place and tended her bush, washing it thoroughly. A task he never wanted to finish.

  She struggled to get close enough to kiss his cheek. Unable to, she licked it.

  His heart tumbled. He winked.

  Once he’d washed her well and rolled on the condom, he pulled her up and into him.

  She wrapped her legs around his lean hips, locking one ankle over the other.

  They screwed like animals, no finesse, not needing it, her warmth and surrender everything he desired.

  He sucked her nipples and pumped.

  She squeezed his cock and thrust as much as she could.

  They came on shared howls, the sounds fading long before they parted.

  Still damp, they embraced in bed and slept, awakening each other for more fun throughout the night and day.

  Sometime in the afternoon, they raided the galley, still nude. He’d called his captain, warning him not to come down.

  Once they had lunchmeat, sides, beer, and chocolate spread across the mattress, they feasted on their booty, occasionally feeding each other. Then returned to nourish their passion.

  He’d never been as sore. Given the way Bree occasionally scrunched her face, she had the same problem. That didn’t make them stop.

  Time did, passing too quickly.

  It was dark again. The helicopter set to arrive in minutes.

  He should have asked for more time. Whether she would have granted it or not wasn’t something he wanted to consider.

  Dressed, they stood at the outside rail, her against it, him behind her, his arm around her waist, both facing the restless sea. Wind pulled at their hair and clothes. Neither spoke.

  * * *

  Say something. Bree should have but couldn’t, realizing if she announced her final goodbye to Lucius tonight, he’d surely tell Tav and Cody. They’d expect her to do the same to them, unless they figured she was choosing between the three and had already eliminated one, like in The Bachelorette. God. What a blow to their egos, not to mention how they’d dread time alone with her, wondering when the proverbial shoe would drop.

  Unable to wound them in such a painfully slow way, she’d have to break it off with them when everyone was together in the same room. Though not until she’d spent time with Cody and Tav, as promised.

  Her plan sounded selfishly mean and she hated herself, but it was the best she could do and hoped they wouldn’t hurt as much as she would.

  The helicopter sounded in the distance.

  Lucius tensed.

  She was no better, not knowing what to say, hoping he wouldn’t ask her out again. If he did, this would never end, and they’d all be screwed, their hearts ground to bloody pulps rather than being momentarily injured.

  Getting brave, she pushed back, wanting him to release her.

  He did, but then pulled her close and offered a parting kiss, gentler than the others yet equally powerful.

  She stroked his cheek. “Thanks for a wonderful time. I can find my way up the steps, or whatever you call them on a boat.”

  He smiled briefly. “Steps are fine.” He searched her face. “You’re sure?”

  If he referred to the stairs, then yes. As to everything else, she’d never been as uncertain, but had to be strong, her decision for the best. “Yeah. Go inside and get warm. It’s nippy out here.”

  “I’m fine.”

  He wasn’t. Longing and unease filled his eyes.

  She pecked his cheek then ran, her naked feet slapping the deck, high heels pressed to her chest.

  Smiling, the pilot helped her inside his aircraft.

  Once she’d buckled up, she pressed her face and hand to the window.

  Wind tugged Lucius’s clothes, but he didn’t leave the deck. Hands in his pockets, he faced her.

  They watched each other until the copter put insurmountable and final distance between them.

  * * *

  Tav felt as if he’d been preparing for this outing his entire life.

  He spent too much time showering and grooming, which included trimming his beard. He couldn’t get his mustache even. First, the left side was too high then the right, now both were. Shit. He should shave it off but then he’d look like a Quaker. Not the mood he wanted to strike. Plus, time was getting away from him.

  Too eager, he reached the club at six forty-five.

  The pretty valet approached. “Good evening, sir. Welcome to Surrender.”

  “Hey. I’m here for Ms. Debussey. Can you tell her Tav’s arrived?”

  “Absolutely.” She lifted a two-way radio to her mouth. “It’s me. Please tell Ms. Debussey a gentleman is here for her.”

  He tugged the valet’s sleeve. “Better say it’s Tav.” Bree might think Lucius had arrived, dressed in a thousand-dollar suit, ready for more action. When Tav and Cody had asked him how his time alone with her had gone, he’d said ‘great’ and left it at that, not letting them know what to expect.

  The young woman did as Tav asked.

  Bree arrived at the club entrance, dressed as he’d suggested, a backpack hauled over one shoulder. The thing looked brand new.

  Before he could get out to open her door, she piled in on the passenger side. “Hey. You’re early.”

  “Traffic was lighter than usual.” No sense telling her he’d driven around for an hour, cooling his heels so he wouldn’t seem too enthusiastic, which might scare her off. “You look great.” He leaned across the center console and kissed her.

  She cupped his face, giving immediate tongue.

  Overjoyed, he sucked her as deep as he could, taking in her bitching good scent, as sexy as she was.

  Motors sounded from behind, patrons arriving, one honking a horn, Tav’s Jeep blocking the way.

  He didn’t give a fuck. However, having the valet w
atch his passion then discuss it with the other staff wasn’t something he wanted Bree subjected to. He released her and eased his vehicle to the side, away from traffic. “Belt up.”

  She shoved her backpack on the floor.

  He touched the strap. “Why’d you bring this?”

  “Had to.” She clicked her seatbelt prong into its holder. “It has stuff I’ll need.”

  “The red vinyl thing from the fetish room?”

  She leaned away. “You think I’d actually wear that in a public place?”

  “The campground’s going to be secluded. I kind of rented every spot.” Wasn’t easy, considering some were already booked. He’d had a hacker friend find out who the individuals were and offered them mega cash to change their plans.

  Amazing what money could do.

  Bree’s eyebrows lifted. “Didn’t the people who own it ask why you wanted the whole place to yourself?”

  “It’s run by the state and, technically, they don’t know. But it’s all legal. Besides, they simply want the money. The entrance is the only place where anyone will be. The person who works there doesn’t roam around.” If that didn’t entice her to get the vinyl thing for their play, nothing would.

  She crossed her ankles and looked uneasy.

  “Have a suggestion.” He held her hand between his, her skin chilled slightly. He blew on it, trying to warm her and instead made himself dizzy. “You won’t have to wear the outfit during the day. At night, we’re good to go partially dressed or nude even with a fire. No one’s on duty then.”

  Lust blurred her eyes. She smiled then blinked repeatedly and grew edgy again. “Do you honestly want me to wear that outfit in the open? Aren’t bees attracted to red? Spiders too? And what about other bugs and stuff? Do you think it’s wise I wear something to invite them near?”

  Not now, even though bees saw red as black, which annoyed them so they flew elsewhere, and a person’s scent attracted bugs more than anything else, the reason some bright soul had invented repellant that Tav had brought along. However, telling her so wasn’t something he wanted to do. It would only make her feel bad because she knew less than squat about what he liked. In the coming hours, he’d have to teach her. “Nix the thing. I like skin better.” He glanced at her backpack. “Did you bring smut or do I have to swing by an adult bookstore?”