Obsessive Surrender

by Bobbi Cole Meyer

  Then he left her, locking the door behind him.

  * * *

  Ivan did not return until 3:15 p.m. when he brought her lunch.

  As he crossed the threshold, Andrea said caustically, “I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.”

  She saw the angry frown on his face as he came toward her. She remembered him telling her if he were not present in the room, he would always be watching her, yet she felt compelled to confront him with her frustration, but was instantly sorry.

  Ivan removed the breakfast tray from the bedside table, setting it on the floor, replacing it with the luncheon tray as he snapped, “So you think so little of me that you believe I would just abandon my wife, Andrea? Leave you locked in here hungry? That makes me sound like a callus son-of-a-bitch. Is that how you see me?”

  “Ivan, why do you lock me in here?”

  “Would you stay on your own, if I left the door unlocked?”

  “Yes. I wouldn’t defy you.”

  Ivan studied her face, wondering what she was thinking. More than anything, he wished he had the ability to crawl inside her head and see her thoughts the way he often saw his own, so he would know how to cope with whatever it was that made her fear him and he could tell that she did. He hated that.

  But I would rather she fear me than think I’m a pushover the way father was.

  “You didn’t answer my original question!” He gritted.

  Ivan watched Andrea return from whatever silent corner within her mind she had escaped to as she asked, “What was the question?”

  “Is that how you see me?”

  “No,” she mumbled, shaking her head.

  But the way she nervously averted her eyes made Ivan suspect that was exactly what she thought of him. Not wanting her to realize she had wounded him; determined not to give her the satisfaction of knowing he was even bothered by her opinion, Ivan brusquely changed the subject.

  “I’ve been watching you, Andrea, for the last hour. I saw you crying. You know all those tears you’ve shed will only give you red, swollen eyes. Are you that unhappy?”

  “No. I just thought things would be different.”

  “Different how? Think of the pleasure you’ve already had, my pet. More than you could ever summon in those dream fantasies of yours. Why don’t you dwell on that instead of the negatives? Now bend over and let me have a look at that luscious bottom.”

  She did without protest.

  He moistened a finger as he had before then inserted it gently.

  “Yes, definitely expanded. Soon I’ll massage that lovely little butt with heated oils. Your youthful body responds like I believed it would. Now, go wash your hands, then eat your lunch. When you’ve finished, it’ll be your turn to pleasure me.”

  Andrea exited the bathroom and picked up the sandwich. She sat munching on it, watching Ivan undress, unable to keep her eyes from his extended, enlarged penis as it was released and he stood before her stroking it, waiting for her to finish eating.

  When she had, he asked, “You do want to pleasure me, don’t you, Andrea?”

  She was tempted to say no, but that would have been a lie because she actually was fascinated with the idea of pleasuring him that way and excited, remembering how it had made her feel before.

  Ivan said, “I want you to consider my dick your dessert. Lick it like you would a sucker, then take it in your mouth like I showed you last night. It greatly pleased me when I realized how much you enjoy fellatio, even to the swallowing of my cum.

  “God, you are a hot box, and whether or not you choose to believe it, if I hadn’t rescued you from that piece of filth you called father, you would have become one of the most sought-after little whores in Vegas, because I don’t doubt for a minute that was what Benton had in mind for your future.”

  Andrea blanched. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying what she was thinking. Though Benton had been weak and shiftless, she would never believe her own father would have expected her to do such a horrible thing.

  Ivan read her expression.

  “It’s true, Andrea. He had already put out feelers among some of the men he had borrowed from, some of my colleagues who were quick to inform me. Benton was setting up the scenario that you would help him pay his debts on your back. If you overheard our entire conversation, then you know that’s true. He had some of them chomping at the bit, thinking of being your first. Every man wants a beautiful young virgin.”

  “I don't believe it.”

  “But it is true, my pet. Like I told you before, that is one of the reasons why I rushed you into marriage and sent him away. He had reached the bottom of the financial barrel, knowing I was onto him, and you were his ace in the hole.”

  Andrea choked back her anger as she asked, “One of the reasons?”

  “Yes. The other one was the fact that I wanted you to be mine from the first day I watched you standing outside my casino, singing for change.”

  Reading her dark confusion, Ivan said, “I can see the rage in those magnificent green eyes, Andrea. I know you wish to believe the best about Benton, but we both know the truth. If I hadn’t come on the scene, the minute he got so far down on his luck that he didn’t know which other way to turn, he wouldn’t have hesitated to use you as a bargaining tool. And if I hadn’t made the offer he wanted; hadn’t made it impossible for him to refuse it, he would have taken you away and turned you into his personal money-making whore.”

  “Like you have,” she couldn't resist saying.

  Ivan’s expression hardened. He inhaled a deep, steadying breath, obviously struggling to hold his temper in check.

  “I wouldn’t call marrying you turning you into a whore. I’ll overlook that remark this once, but I warn you, don’t ever say that again! I’m not saying these things to hurt you, Andrea, only to make you aware of how the real world works because you’re so damned naïve and clueless. But enough of that. Right now, I just want you to satisfy me.”

  “If I said no, would you force me to?”

  Ivan flinched, keeping his expression impassive.

  “No. I will never force myself on you, Andrea. So the ball, or balls,” he amended with a salacious grin, “are in your court, waiting to be in your hand, but the choice is yours.”

  Holding his gaze, she almost reminded him that he had already coerced her into marriage, but she only admitted, “Yes, I want to.”

  Kneeling before him, Andrea did not see Ivan exhale the breath he had been holding. She was unaware he had closed his eyes in relief that she did want to please him as she took his sex into her mouth. Nor did his calm voice betray his flash of anxiety as he instructed her.

  “Run your tongue over the head, like I showed you last night. That’s right. Now back and forth, go down and then lean back, get a rhythm going. Ah, that’s right. Open wider so I can give it all to you,” he commanded, spreading his legs farther apart to allow easy access to his scrotum.

  “Reach beneath me. Gently massage my balls. Not that hard,” he snapped. “Gentle, I said. That’s right. I knew you’d be a natural, Andrea. Umm, that’s good. Keep on doing it just that way. Uh huh. That’s perfect.”

  Not understanding the depth of feelings that began to rock her, Andrea found herself enjoying the salty taste of Ivan’s cock as she had the night before. Her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, flicking around the engorged, throbbing shaft, darting to and teasing the soft, smooth head, seeking the opening, urging forth a drop of milky liquid that she savored, as well.

  Ivan moaned, groaning out encouragement as his level of excitement rose.

  “Umm! Yes, my pet. Good. That’s good.”

  He suddenly tangled his fingers viciously in her hair to hold her head firm as he began thrusting, hitting the back of her throat, gagging her as he erupted. But instead of being repulsed, Andrea was thoroughly aroused, feeling the heated surge within her own sex, the contracting and expanding of her clit as she took all his cum.

  When he was drained,
Ivan pulled her up and held her tightly against him, rubbing his hands down her back and over her hips.

  “That was better than good. Dammit, you are amazing, my little sexpot.”

  He directed her toward the bed, offering the further compliment, “Excellent as a matter of fact. Better than any woman I have ever known.”

  Andrea sank obediently down on the bed, stung by his mention of other women, wondering how he could possibly be ready to take her again. But Ivan simply flipped her over in order to inspect her, inserting two fingers easily into her anus.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “It’s very uncomfortable. I’m sore.”

  “That’s understandable. What you need is a hot oil, whole body massage and you deserve it, after that head job.”

  He retrieved a bottle of scented sexual healing oil from the bedside table and went into the bathroom to run hot water over it, calling out to her, “This will be your reward.”

  Ivan returned to sit beside her on the bed. For a moment he just admired her body, silently marveling, damn, she graduated so quickly from curiosity to voraciousness. I made the perfect choice for a wife.

  “Relax,” he urged as he began smoothing the heated oil over her back, shoulders, down the curvature of her spine and over her hips. His expert massaging hands applied the warm liquid the length of her body, along her arms and down her outer legs, before giving full attention to the inner thighs. He parted her buttocks and rubbed the sore anal area in a sensual, circular motion, his oiled fingers delving inside to bring a stinging relief.

  “Your skin is like velvet, my pet. Does that feel good, Andrea?”

  “Yes, it feels very good.”

  “I thought you’d like it. You’re a very passionate girl, Andrea. That passion just needed to be awakened. Now that it has been, there will be no limit of ecstasy you will come to embrace and hunger for, and certainly no limit to the pleasure you’ll give me. Lift yourself. Up on your hands and knees so I can check out that luscious ass.”

  She obeyed. Ivan slipped his hands around her slim body, caressing the peaked, hanging orbs of her breasts. He massaged them gently, tweaking the hardened tips, chuckling at the way Andrea automatically and instinctively arched back toward him. He ran his hands over her back and down, inserting two fingers into her anus that flexed open at his touch.

  “Um hum, you are relaxing more and more, definitely more open. I think you’re ready for the tubal expander.”

  “What is that?”

  “An invention of mine. I’ll be right back. Keep that position. Only lower your upper body, brace with your forearms. Ah, that’s right. Hike that pretty ass up. Okay, that’s perfect. Now don’t move.”

  He retrieved the device from the wall, the one Andrea had wondered about. It was a flaccid small rubber tube attached to a cord with a small, bellow-style hand pump.

  Ivan inserted the tubing into her anus then began inflating it, opening, filling and expanding her amidst grunts of surprised discomfiture.

  “The tubal expander is in as far as my cock would be, Andrea, but I’ve inflated it only slightly. Now I’ll just clamp it so air can’t escape. You lie in that position and let the tube do its job. How do you feel? Tell me.”

  “Full!” she rasped. “It—feels so strange.”

  “But good?”

  “Strange,” she repeated.

  Ivan moved the tube back and forth.

  “Hurt?”

  “It cramps a little.”

  His fingers reached beneath to roll and tease her swollen clit as he simultaneously manipulated the anal tube. Andrea moaned, unable to stop herself from undulating, arching, moaning and falling into sync with the erotic rhythm.

  “Do you want an even more erotic experience, my pet?”

  “I—I don’t know what you mean.”

  Ivan rose and got the adjustable, beginner tit clamps from where they had been hanging on the wall. He attached the tweezer clamps to Andrea’s hanging breasts as she sucked in a breath of surprise.

  “They will heighten the sensation,” he explained. “How do they feel? Hurt?”

  “They—they feel strange but good. I’m tingling. Not hurting.”

  Ivan studied her for a minute, enjoying her increasing desire, which was evidenced in the way she was moaning and arching back toward him.

  Ivan stopped his sensual ministrations amidst her begging, “No, please don’t stop.”

  “Just a minute, my pet. I am about to reciprocate the pleasure you gave me,” he declared as he lifted her then positioned himself sideways, sliding the upper part of his body beneath her, giving his face access to her wet, hungry vagina.

  Andrea’s excitement accelerated, every nerve ending sensitized to the titillating feel of the attached tit clamps, the throbbing movements of the tubal expander that Ivan manipulated while he sucked her clitoris. The combination set her on fire, moving her quickly toward a shattering climax.

  “Damn, you do like it all, don’t you, my little sexpot?” Ivan asked, fully aroused now himself.

  “Yes!”

  He laughed. “God, you’re turning into the kind of woman every man dreams of finding. Every hole in your body cries out to be filled,” he declared as he moved out from under her. Rolling her gently to his side, Ivan was enthralled with her rapturous look as she lay breathing hard, her eyes almost glassy.

  “How about another climax?”

  “I—I can’t.”

  “Sure you can. And you will,” he assured her as he played with the clamps, feeling her trembling response.

  “Are they hurting you? Shall I take them off?”

  “No.”

  Smiling, he kissed her, inserting his tongue, loving that she did not resist tasting herself as she had not before.

  “Andrea, you are so perfect for me,” Ivan admitted as he positioned her atop him, separated her legs and prepared to enter her. He was careful to thrust slowly, continuing to maneuver the anal tubing, leaning forward to capture her tit clamps with his teeth, tugging gently, watching her rapturous response.

  Andrea moaned in surprise satisfaction as he continued to stroke, amazing that he could bring her back to arousal when she felt certain it would be impossible.

  Writhing in his grip, her senses spiraling out of control, Ivan knew she was on the verge of erupting again so he allowed himself his own release.

  When his heart rate calmed, Ivan exited, removed the tweezer clamps, then unclamped and removed the deflated tubing so they could both collapse supine on the bed.

  “Whew! You are one hell of a good fuck, Andrea. I believe you’ll graduate to the largest phallus sooner than I thought. Then you’ll be able to take my cock in the back door instead of the tubal expander on the occasion that I prefer it. But don’t worry. I will never leave you hungry for a climax. Although I do believe as hot a piece as you are, you’d climax even if that clit wasn’t stroked. Did you like the tweezer clamps?”

  “Yes.”

  Ivan kissed her slightly reddened and obviously sensitized nipples, chuckling as she emitted a sigh.

  “Thought you would. You are like a feast, Andrea. Between these sensitive nipples that bud up at a touch, your clit, your ass and your sucking hot channel, I am at a loss to figure out which I prefer. And realizing that you like every part of your body to be part of the sexual experience excites the hell out of me.”

  Andrea kept her eyes closed, relishing the fiery feelings that still skittered through her every nerve ending like electrical aftershocks, only slightly countermanded by her soreness.

  Ivan propped himself up on an elbow and stared at her.

  “Open those gorgeous green eyes and look at me, Andrea.”

  She did.

  “So far, hasn’t the pain been worth the pleasure? Did you ever imagine in those midnight fantasies of yours…”

  Her look of astonishment interrupted him, causing him to laugh heartily. “Yes, I knew. Did you really believe those meetings of ours in the hallway and other clo
se places, were just by chance? I deliberately brushed my hard cock against you. I wanted to give you a taste of what you could have, to instill thoughts of my body in that little head of yours before you went to sleep because I was certain then I could at least dominate your dreams. And I did, didn’t I?”

  She blushed as she admitted the truth with a nod.

  “So tell me, haven’t I taken you to the heights of those secret, midnight fantasies, Andrea? And just think. We’ve only just begun. I must say I’m over the moon pleased with the way you respond to every erotic venture I introduce.

  “You know, it’s been one of my fantasies to discover just how many climaxes a woman could endure in one night. So far I know you’re comfortable with three. And once your body has had time to adjust to me and the soreness has left, I intend to devote one night to that quest, because I can get a hard on many times. I want to satisfy that curiosity.

  “I’ve been told a woman’s genitals become so sensitive you can’t stand to be touched after a prolonged lovemaking session. Is that true?”

  But he brushed aside what she might have said with the laughing comment, “But hell, you wouldn’t know, would you, because you were a virgin until now. All this is unexplored territory. A virgin!”

  Ivan kissed her, fondling her breast possessively before falling back down by her side, enthralled with the knowledge she was exclusively his, that she had never known any other man.

  “Dammit, it’s still hard for me to believe that. Admittedly, I have an insatiable sexual capacity, Andrea. But I believe you do, as well. I suspected as much. I got those vibes from you from the first. Tell me the truth. Have you been able to climax thoroughly every time we’ve screwed? No faking, right?”

  Andrea winced at his choice of words. She would have preferred him to say ‘made love’, but then she reminded herself that it wasn’t love to Ivan, only to her. She was aware he was studying her face again, waiting for her answer. She nodded.

  “That’s what I thought. If you were faking it, you were doing a hell of a good job. I believe I can read your expressions now. I don’t think you could fool me on anything. So don’t ever try, my pet.”