Obsessive Surrender

by Bobbi Cole Meyer

  He kissed her again before sighing.

  “Well, now it’s back to real life. I have to leave you for awhile. I’ll probably be returning late. Rest. You’ll need it.”

  After washing up, he dressed then kissed her one last time, gathered the trays of dishes and left. Andrea was indeed exhausted. She used the bathroom then fell back on the bed and slipped almost immediately into a troubled, dream-filled sleep.

  She saw herself naked, running down long, foggy corridors desperately in search of a way out. A dragon swooped down around her, blistering her body with fiery puffs of breath, nipping at her breasts with sharp, clamp-like teeth. She was both afraid and strangely drawn to it in morbid fascination as it seared her, leaving her skin sensitive and raw.

  In her sleep Andrea jerked as she stumbled. To break her fall, she reached out in the cobweb mist. Ivan swirled into view, steadying her, pulling her through the fog.

  He tossed her to his back and they flew away.

  Ivan was the dragon.

  Chapter 8

  To the Edge and Over

  It was after 3:30 a.m. when Ivan returned to the indoctrination room the third day of their marriage. Andrea was asleep. For a moment Ivan just stood watching her, shaking off the problems his second in command at the casino, who was taking charge in his absence, had conveyed to him via one of the longest phone calls they had had.

  There was the new staff member who thought his sticky fingers would go unnoticed, and who attracted unwanted attention with his tirade when he was confronted, and there were the persistent reporters who managed to sneak in and corner the guy they mistakenly believed was him, bombarding the guy with questions about their hasty nuptials and the ‘mysterious’ girl he’d married, before they realized he wasn’t Ivan. But their shouted innuendoes were captured on a myriad of phone cameras and those images were now on the Internet.

  Ivan smiled as he thought about the false statements that were now floating in cyber space and probably believed by the majority of people who saw the debacle. He had been downstairs in his office, watching Andrea over the monitor when the call came through from Don about the fiasco and that he had finally handled it, throwing the reporters out and announcing to all within earshot that what they had declared was pure fantasy.

  Studying her now, Ivan thought about the speculative tales now running rampant through cyber space about his new bride—that she was the daughter of a famous politician who was a friend of the Myersons or that she was the daughter of an infamous former Vegas personality now doing time for fraud, and the most ludicrous one being that she was a foreign princess.

  Ivan smiled as he thought about that last one. Studying her now, Andrea did indeed remind him of a princess, curled so innocently on that bed, her hand next to her delicate face, her hair spiraled out like a halo.

  She’s beautiful and she’s all mine. God, so hot and ready for anything; so fresh and unspoiled, and all mine.

  Ivan’s heart thumped erratically at that thought. Noting the flush on her face and the slight smile on her luscious full lips, he wondered if she was dreaming of him and all the things they had done together as he shed his clothes quietly and stretched out beside her.

  He gathered her to him, awakening her with sucking kisses on her breasts, soliciting her acquiescent moans as his hands moved possessively over her warm body.

  Pulling her tighter against him, he whispered in her ear, “I knew you’d be my prize. I sensed it the first day I laid eyes on you, Andrea, when I saw you watching me with those wide green eyes, so expectant, every fiber of your being crying out to be conquered and taught.”

  His fingers moved down between her legs, touching her clit and Andrea responded with a quick, trembling sigh of heated anticipation, snuggling even closer. Ivan laughed.

  “You want it, don’t you? You’re always ready.”

  His thumb gently massaged her clit as he inserted a finger into her vagina.

  “Ah yes, that pussy is slick with desire. I want you to tell me, Andrea. Tell me what you want.”

  “You,” she admitted, stifling a yawn, coming fully awake.

  “Were you dreaming of me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then you shall have me, my lamb. All you have to do is bring my cock to full attention. Remember how to do that?”

  Andrea slid down on the bed, her suckling mouth and eagerly seeking tongue bringing him immediately erect.

  Excited by his moaning acceptance of her actions, Andrea shifted her licking action from his gorged rod to his tightened sac, while her hand circled and pumped him.

  “Damn, you are one sexy girl, Andrea, and a helluva fast learner,” Ivan declared chuckling. “You could drive a man to distraction without half trying.”

  He pulled her up and kissed her hard as his fingers delved into her once again.

  “Umm, it’s like a fire is burning in that delicious, throbbing channel. Your hunger is as strong as mine.”

  He rolled to his back, putting her on top.

  “I realize you might be sore, my pet, so I will let you take the initiative, however you wish. Guide me in and move as you feel like, Andrea. I want to watch you satisfying yourself.”

  Andrea was so slick and wet, Ivan’s enormous cock slid in without hindrance. He groaned with pleasure as he lay submissively, receiving her eager movements for a few moments in quiet wonder, enjoying the tide of emotion he witnessed on her face as she rode him, matching her easy rhythm until he saw her rapt expression that signaled her imminent release. Keeping his emotions in check, Ivan maintained a slow, methodic coupling as Andrea reached a climatic edge.

  “Spank me, Ivan,” she hissed.

  With one slap to her buttock, Ivan allowed himself release, emitting a similar grunt of pleasure as they fell into the maw of a mutually prolonged climax that left them both shaken.

  When they finally uncoupled, Andrea collapsed to Ivan’s side, breathing hard. He broke the surfeited silence with the compliment, “That was the best fuck yet.”

  Andrea agreed. “I—I didn’t know something could feel that good.”

  Patting her stomach, Ivan said, “Describe it.”

  “I—I don’t know if I can. It was—like every nerve ending in my entire body was tingling, sending electrical shock waves through me that kind of exploded in my brain and even afterwards, kept tingling, raising goose bumps along my arms.”

  He chuckled. “A perfect description, my little lamb. I let you take the lead, knowing you must be sore and I don’t want to cause you undue pain.”

  “Yes, I am sore but in the middle of—ah—our lovemaking, I don’t feel it as much.”

  “But you do feel it? And that bothers me. I think I shall have to let that lovely snatch rest a day or two.”

  Ivan kissed her gently. “Now, get some rest.”

  Sexually satiated, they both slept soundly.

  * * *

  When Andrea awoke again it was late morning and she was alone. She lay wondering how long Ivan had been gone; wondering when he’d return and feeling fevered with the memory of their lovemaking. She visualized his face and his magnificent body claiming hers, smiling with the memory of his gray eyes smoldering with desire and his penis so hard and demanding.

  Desire welled up in her. She touched her sensitized clitoris and shivered, yearning to feel that release but not wanting to masturbate.

  Andrea smiled, remembering what Ivan had said about that when he’d first brought her here. He had been right, as he seemed to be right about everything.

  She remembered her first time she satisfied herself. It had been in the tub in the motel room in Nashville. Her imagination had driven her to explore the possibility of exploring the depth of the desires she found foreign, but which burned so hotly in her thoughts they drove her to experiment with her own body. She was thirteen and had just finished her first period.

  But now, having known the ecstasy of a man satisfying her, Andrea knew masturbation would forever be a poor substitute.<
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  Where are you, Ivan? Come back to me.

  She didn’t have to wait long. Within ten minutes of her silent entreaty the door opened and Ivan came striding over to her, looking groomed and darkly handsome.

  Andrea’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. She felt her pussy contract. She was about to admit how glad she was to see him when she saw the way he was looking at her and realized he already knew that.

  Ivan had read the joy on her face as she rose to meet him. He kissed her tenderly then fondled her breasts. Her nipples immediately stood pertly at attention and he chuckled as he slid his hand down her body, over her stomach and down to the V of her legs. He played with her clit for a moment, watching her face, seeing her lips part in heated anticipation.

  Damn she is like a bitch in heat! It just takes one touch to set her off.

  Andrea automatically opened for him. Ivan pleasured her just a moment with his fingers, delighted that she arched so eagerly, so expectantly, so hungrily.

  “Uh uh, not now. Later, my pet. I just came in to have a little talk with you.”

  Her fearful eyes asked clearly, what have I done to displease you?

  Ivan already could accurately read her. Seeing her alarm, he reassured her, “Don’t worry, Andrea. You’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, you have done everything exactly right. But let me look at your body.”

  He inspected her, wincing as he noted the bruises on her arms, hips and buttocks, and the fingers marks where he’d held her so tightly.

  “Damn, I didn’t mean to bruise you, Andrea. You have sensitive skin, don’t you? Tell me how you feel. You aren’t hurting anywhere, are you?”

  Her green eyes continued to caress him, to mirror her hunger as she said, “Still a little sore, but better after that massage you gave me and no, I’m not hurting anywhere.”

  “Would that be an invitation for another massage?”

  She nodded eagerly.

  “Well, I’ll see you get one later, my pet. But for now, show me how the expander has opened you.”

  She bent over without hesitation this time and Ivan inspected her bottom then kissed it.

  “That perfect little ass has opened considerably. But I don’t think you’re ready to receive me yet. Do you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Such soft, pale, virgin skin. It suits you. Forgive me for the bruises? I didn’t realize I was being so rough.”

  “I forgive you, Ivan, and you weren’t any rougher than I wanted you to be.”

  He kissed her tenderly. “Good to hear. You are truly my prize, Andrea, better even than I imagined you would be.”

  He pulled her into him and kissed her hungrily then, whispering against her face at the end of it, “Knowing you are completely mine excites me no end. When I’m not with you, I’m thinking of being with you. Does knowing that please you, Andrea?”

  “Yes, it does.”

  He cupped her face and claimed her lips over and over again, insinuating his tongue, tangling his fingers in her hair, his cock rising to the occasion.

  “Dear God, I can’t leave without having you again.”

  “So why are you leaving?”

  “I have to conduct some business, Andrea. I’m not leaving the house, just going to my downstairs office. You are bad for my business, Andrea, because even the time I take to conduct business via phone, my mind is in here with you. I just want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, to the exclusion of everything. But again, I don’t want to injure you.”

  He picked her up and deposited her on the bed, his voice raw with an urgent need as he shed his clothes and admitted, “I can’t get enough of you. But tell me, are you too sore now. If you are, tell me. I’ll respect that.”

  Ivan could almost feel the heat rising from her. He loved the fact that he could see the building desire in those green eyes that held him captive as he tossed his clothes carelessly to the floor.

  “Talk to me, Andrea.”

  “Yes, I am sore but I still want you inside me. Maybe not as rough.”

  “Okay. Easy does it then.”

  “But I—ah—I like the spanking while I—ah….”

  Ivan laughed. “You have trouble saying it, don’t you? You like the spanking while you’re coming, right?”

  “Yes. I—I crave it now. I don’t know if I could even—ah—come without a spanking,” Andrea admitted in a heated, exhaled breath.

  Ivan kissed her chuckling.

  “Oh, yes you could, my hot little tamale. But it’s better for you with it, I know. You come harder when there’s a little combined discomfort, don’t you?”

  She nodded. Her eyes reached into the pool of his hooded gray gaze. Swallowing hard, her yearning for him lapping at her senses like a tidal wave, she admitted, “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  Ivan turned her sideways. He slid one of his legs beneath her, the other he pushed between hers, locking them together as he eased his cock deep inside, spanking her butt but lighter than usual, aware of and regretting, that he had bruised her.

  Keeping what she said about being sore in mind, Ivan gently stroked until he brought her and himself to the brink of climax.

  “Yes, yes, now spank me,” Andre pleaded, leaving her own claw marks on his back.

  Ivan accommodated her request with one slap to her buttocks that gave them both up to the throes of a mind-numbing orgasm.

  When they uncoupled, Ivan stretched out beside her, declaring, “You continually amaze me, Andrea. Each time we fuck I believe you outdo yourself. Whew! Never thought I’d see the day a pussy could wear me out, but damned if you aren’t coming close.”

  Andrea winced at his crude references but said nothing, accepting it as just Ivan’s way of sexually expressing himself as he turned to kiss her.

  “But business must still be tended to, so today and tomorrow, I will be downstairs most of the time, on the phone. Don’t give me that pitiful look. It’ll be just as painful for me as you, my pet. Why don’t you occupy your time writing a song or playing the guitar?”

  “Ivan, I’ve been thinking about the fact that you lock the door when you leave. Don’t you trust me? And what if there was a fire and I was locked in here?”

  “I am watching you continually, Andrea, while I’m in my office. And yes, I trust you, especially now. Tell you what. You give me your word you won’t leave this room and I will leave the door unlocked.”

  “Why is it so important that I remain in this room, Ivan?”

  “It’s part of my fantasy, Andrea.”

  She met his eyes and nodded. “I give you my word. But I don’t understand why I should stay here rather than go into the master bedroom.”

  Holding her gaze, Ivan admitted, “Well, the best way I can explain it is that I consider this room and the lessons learned here as your chrysalis and when you emerge, you will be the ultimate woman, like a sculpted butterfly ready to spread your wings, my pet. Not only will you be beautifully endowed with that inner confidence that makes a woman uniquely desirable, but you will be the epitome of perfection and that will be a tribute both to you and me. Does that answer your question?”

  “I guess. So, you won’t lock the door when you leave?”

  “No. Trust works both ways, Andrea. Trust me to take care of you and keep you safe and I trust you to keep your word. Now, since I will be preoccupied for a good amount of the day, after I bring you your noonday meal, I won’t see you until late. So, I’ll bring a good supply of snacks—chips, a can of mixed nuts, some fruit and a couple of sodas. Does that sound good?

  “Sounds like more than I can eat.”

  “I don’t want you to be hungry and I want you to have a selection to choose from while I’m busy.”

  He kissed her firmly, his hands cupping her breasts. He leaned to nip at her nipples, soliciting her excited moans, causing Andrea to lean into him expectantly.

  “Now, entertain yourself, my pet, and I will see you later. Don’t let this go to that pretty head of yours but you’re the hott
est piece of ass I’ve ever had, Andrea, and I’ve had my share.”

  Tortured by her desire to please him, Andrea cherished even that crass compliment. Though, again, the mention of other women bothered her immensely.

  But when he pulled her against him and stroked her hair, she snuggled into his shoulder like a happy child, loving the trip hammer beating of his heart. Her hand crept to his crotch and her fingers played with his flaccid penis that instantly responded.

  “Once everything settles down at the casino and this other deal I’ve been working on is in the bag, we’ll take a trip; go wherever you want to go. Would you like that?”

  “Yes. But as long as I’m with you, Ivan, I don't care where we are.”

  That remark touched Ivan deeply. He studied her serious expression, realizing she was being honest.

  “Thank you, Andrea. It means a lot to me to hear you say that. Tell you what, let me make a quick call and then I’m going to take the time for us to shower together since we haven’t had that experience yet. I want to do everything with you.”

  He retrieved his cell phone and, standing naked and fully aroused, dialed and spoke curtly to his second in command at the casino.

  “Don? I know I’m late for the conference call. I want you to stall the investors. Go over our last quarterly report and reiterate the possibility of a quadruple financial influx on that Wayfore property once I’ve acquired it and built the new casino with all the extras we’ve discussed. Specifically stress the importance of the planned, inclusive shopping mall and mini-carnival.

  “What? No, no trouble. Just something unavoidable came up,” he said, his serious tone of voice undermined by the sensual smile he cast at Andrea.

  “Yes, just give them an abridged version, no detailed elaboration. Leave that to me. Tell them we’ll conference call later this evening if it’s convenient and if not, then tomorrow. I trust you to spearhead things. Okay. Keep the wolves at bay. Fine.”

  Ivan tossed the cell phone down and went to the bathroom to adjust the water temperature. Andrea followed, her eyes feasting lasciviously on the way his muscled body moved.