Sweet Surrender

by Rebel Wild

  “You insist on me being your boyfriend? Long term?”

  “And also my Dom. They don’t have to be exclusive, you know? I deserve to have both.”

  “And if I refuse?”

  “Why would you? I’m a catch. My little brother said so.”

  “Your brother told you this?”

  “Yep.”

  “I can’t argue with his logic, but why me?”

  “You’re already like a Dom/boyfriend hybrid and I like it. Plus, I think I deserve to have a boyfriend and you’ve been very good to me.”

  “I’ve spoiled you?”

  “Afraid so.”

  “Good,” I say, liking the idea of spoiling her for other men. “Is this boyfriend thing a deal-breaker to being your Dom?”

  “No,” she says uncrossing her arms and slumping her shoulders, defeated.

  I realize I took it a step too far and I need to fix it before she thinks I find her unworthy of being my girlfriend. I’m the one that’s not worthy.

  Shit. What the fuck am I about to say? Don’t say it. She just gave you an out. Take it. Do not say you’ll be her boyfriend.

  “I’ll be your boyfriend.” Fuck! I fucking said it. She’s stunned for a moment before a smug smile graces her lips. “Don’t get too cocky. You may end up regretting this. I’ve never been good at this long-term thing I’m agreeing to. I’m sure I’ll fuck it up and make you miserable before I can figure out how to do it right.”

  “Just do what you’ve been doing,” she shrugs. “It’s more than right. Do you still want me to sign a contract?”

  “You being my girlfriend is contract enough.”

  “You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend though.”

  She can’t be fucking serious. What the hell am I supposed to say?

  She folds her arms defiantly waiting for me to ask her. I’m going to have to break her of that little habit.

  I clear my throat.

  “Reagan Montgomery, will you do me the honor of being my smart, beautiful, and wonderfully charming girlfriend?”

  I watch half amused and half annoyed when she dramatically pretends to think about the question.

  “Yes.”

  “Well, thank fuck,” I say to her and she laughs. “Since we’ve established that you’re not going anywhere, I want you in my bedroom, now.”

  “Yes, sir,” she tells me, slipping easily into her submissive role.

  “I imagine blindfolds are out?”

  “I’ve never allowed blindfolds before. It takes a lot of trust with me not being able to hear, but you can use them if you prefer.”

  My inner Dom is beating his chest at his submissive trusting him that much.

  “How would we communicate?” I think out loud.

  “Well, there’s only one way.”

  “Which is?”

  “Intimacy and bullshit.”

  Chapter Eleven

  She used my phone to text Chloe, telling her she won’t be home before going up to my bedroom to wait for me.

  When I enter the room, something comes over me. Usually, I’m tense when starting a scene, but seeing her, vulnerable and exposed, trusting me to take care of her, elicits calm. It’s in direct contrast with the way my body feels as each nerve comes alive.

  I’m completely in tune with her as I stand in the middle of the room summoning her to me. She gets up from the bed to obey, standing before me, naked with her head down. My face is so close to her that I can feel the warmth of her breath. I part the hair on her forehead with my nose before kissing it.

  “What are your safe words, baby?”

  Try as she might, she can’t hide the grin of me still calling her my baby in scene.

  “Sweet and sour, sir.”

  “Sour meaning stop?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl, and no coming until I pinch your right nipple with my fingers.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I’m going to blindfold you now.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I leave Reagan in the center of the room while I get what I need. Like a kid in a candy store with permission to get anything he wants, I meticulously look over my toys. I’m just indulging myself because I already know the one I plan to use. I’ve taken longer than I should because I hear her call out to me. I step back in the room where she’s becoming more panicked by the second as she gropes the air for me.

  I go over to calm her down. Her hands find me, touching my hip. Her fingers softly search my skin, waking my dick up. I’ve managed to keep him at bay up until now. Her palm runs across him and her mouth opens slightly as she realizes I’m naked as well. I press my body and my lips into hers and she relaxes as I hold her. I reach for the blindfold to remove it.

  “No, I’m fine, sir,” she says, stopping me. “I just got a little scared. I’m fine now.”

  I nod my head against her cheek so she can feel it before kissing her again. The flogger I’ve been dreaming about teasing her with is becoming warm in my hand. I take a step back, preparing to do just that.

  Dusting the tips of the Ambur-leather tails over her chest to let her feel what it is, she bites her lip to keep from moaning when I smack her tits. I bring it down again slapping one nipple. She throws her head back in ecstasy as I give the same attention to the other. I almost feel like an artist making gorgeous designs on her skin. And just like an artist, I’m starving for her.

  I slide the round end of the crystal handle down her middle, in-between her legs. Pressing on one of her thighs, she opens to allow me entry. She bites her lip hard as I tap her clit with the handle until she is so wet that it’s spattering in her juices. I move around to her ass.

  Circling her cheek with the handle, I raise it and bring it down. She breathes in, throwing her head back. I spank her until her ass cheek becomes dotted with a gorgeous shade of light pink before I move on to the other making sure it matches. My dick is painfully hard as I look at her ass.

  I drop the flogger at my feet and bend down behind her licking her juices off her ass. My tongue travels up her back and she arches it in response. I grab hold of her tits and knead them. They fit perfectly into my hands.

  She moves her head to the side, exposing her neck to me as I suckle it. I make my way around in front of her. Bending, I drape her leg over my shoulder and bury my tongue in her soaking wet pussy while she bucks and squirms into me.

  “Please, I… I need to come.” I instantly stop at her words and she moans in angry protest. I lead her over to the foot of the bed. Spreading her legs apart, I bend her forward with her ass pressed into me and her forearms securely on the bed. “Oh God,” she moans as I spank her with one hand and play with her with the other.

  I find myself moaning at the juices that are now making my fingers slippery as they go round her clit. My dick is twitching to get my attention. He has been patiently waiting to join the party but his patience has just worn thin. I take the base of him in my hands and run him up her pussy getting him deliciously wet before I enter her. I want to ram him in, but refrain, remembering she’s sore. Another moan escapes me as I watch my dick slowly slide into her.

  Mmmm, so fucking tight.

  I set a slow pace, savoring the snug feel of her around me, but she is having none of it as she bucks back quickly into it. Fuck if she’s not topping from the bottom.

  Oh, my naughty girl is just racking up the punishments.

  She cries when I pull out and smack her hard on the ass. I twist her long hair in my hand and lift her. She leans back into me so that my cheek is on hers. I shake my head before pushing her forward again. Leaving her, I retrieve a small vibrating bullet. Turning it on full blast, I place it on her clit while I fuck her slow again. She mewls, feeling it as I start to hammer her harder and faster.

  “Please,” she begs to come an
d I stop all movement. Smiling, satisfied at her agonizing moans, I begin again once she settles down. I get her worked up again only to deny her pleas to let her come. “I won’t top from the bottom again, sir,” she moans desperately before I have the chance to deny her again. “Please. I’m your good girl. Please, let me come. Please, sir.”

  Jesus Christ that nearly sent me straight over the edge. No way in hell I can resist her saying that and I’m sure she knows it. Unable to deny not only her but myself any longer, I drop the bullet on the bed and grind into her. I feel the start of my orgasm so I cup her right tit. My fingers are ready to pinch her nipple, but I’m still holding out.

  “Please. Please. Please,” she begs as I take my sweet time.

  The moment I pinch her nipple her whole body stills as it takes everything her orgasm has to offer her. Her pussy spasms around my dick as he shoots his load inside her. My own orgasm is so intense I feel like passing out. Her body goes limp and I pick up the slack, holding her up while I continue to pound the last of my cum inside her.

  Drained dry, I gently push her forward and she crawls on the bed collapsing on top of it face down. Turning her around, I slowly take off the blindfold. She blinks as her eyes readjust to the light. I raise an eyebrow at her in question.

  “If you keep punishing me like that, I’ll have no choice but to misbehave.”

  I lie back, laughing next to her.

  We lay in silence, both relaxed and completely spent. It’s only mid-morning and I’m ready to call it a day. Being in here with her feels so fucking right. Being in this house with her feels so fucking right. I’m going to enjoy Dominating her. She’s an Angel with just enough naughty to where we can both enjoy me punishing her. She grimaces a little when she turns over on her side to face me.

  “So, intimacy,” she says and I laugh.

  “You know I enjoyed it.”

  I smirk as she tries to hide her grin.

  “Can I try something now?” she asks glancing down at me.

  “No.”

  “Please. I think you might like it.”

  “I’m sure I won’t and why does it matter to you so much?”

  “Because I want to make intimacy feel good. The same way you want to make my deafness feel safe.”

  “How do you know that?”

  It’s exactly what I want. I want her to feel safe and protected. Most of all even though I know it’s impossible, I want her to feel like she’s not missing out on a large part of the world around her.

  “I just know. I trust you, Reed. Just trust me a little too.”

  “I’ve never trusted anyone more than I trust you—ever.”

  “Then let me. Lay flat on your back,” she tells me and I move into the position.

  She sits on top of me with her legs straddled at my waist.

  “Mmmm, I’m liking this part already.”

  Tucking her hair behind her ears she bends down and rests herself on her hands while hovering over my face. My eyes lock with hers. Looking into them is almost painful, but I still watch her.

  Everything about her is in her eyes. Every wound is exposed, letting me see all of her pain and heartache—not just see it but feel it. I know she can feel mine too. It’s comforting and scary as hell. Everything in me is telling me to look away, to push her away, but something in me won’t let that happen and once again, I can’t deny it. It’s too strong. I’m almost powerless against it. Like a moth to her flame, I’m being pulled in, knowing that she’s going to be the death of me.

  I take in a sharp breath when the tip of her pink tongue runs across her lips getting them wet. Fuck me, she plans to…

  “Reagan,” I whisper her name when her mouth lands on my forehead. I can feel the wetness of her warm tongue pressing softly into my skin as she kisses me.

  She gently traces her nose with mine before she kisses it. She smells of spicy warm ginger and honey. Her head dips to the side as her lips land on my neck before moving over to kiss my tattoo. She moves to my chest, planting her warm lips right in the center. I wonder if she can feel my heart about to beat out of it.

  This is meant to be an act of care and tenderness but goddamn it’s too sensual. It’s probably not the type of “feel good” she had in mind but I’m horny as hell. My breathing’s accelerated and my stomach’s moving in waves from the sensation of her mouth on my skin. She must feel my dick pressing into her as engorged as he is by her innocent kissing. I feel her smile and the shift of her body lets me know the game’s changed.

  “Shit,” I moan again as her tongue swirls around my nipple.

  I damn near elevate off the bed when she bites it and then sucks it between her teeth. She does the same to the other one. A moan escapes her that is purely sexual and that fucking does it. That’s about all I can take. Before she knows what’s hit her, I grab her and toss her back on the bed. She hisses in pain when I enter her too forcefully.

  “Shit, baby, are you okay?”

  She nods her head.

  “It’s okay,” she says as I pull out. “I want to.”

  “You’re sore,” I tell her. “Let’s get you into some warm water. It will make you feel better.”

  “Okay,” she agrees but not at all happy about it.

  I shake my head at her as I lift her and lead her to the bathroom.

  He liked it. I think he liked it. No, I know he liked it. I could tell he liked it. Maybe I went too far with the biting. At least it turned him on. But what if his reactions weren’t the same as his feelings. Oh, God, what if he hated it. I worry all while he’s preparing the bath water. The smell of lavender is permeating from the steam and making its way through the large bathroom.

  He motions for me to come to him and I obey. Taking my hand, he helps me in. I move forward giving him room to get in behind me. He leans me back and I lay resting on him. The water is very warm, but not uncomfortably so. It relaxes me. I sigh at the feel of his kisses on my neck.

  “You okay?” I ask him. I feel him nod. “You hated it?” I ask him turning slightly to see the answer, but he just shakes his head. “You did, didn’t you? That’s why you won’t answer me.”

  “No, I didn’t. I thought you could tell how turned on I was.”

  “I could,” I smile proud of myself for knowing how to please my man. “I just would never want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

  “I know that, baby,” he says before kissing my temple and settling me back down again.

  I enjoy the feel of him running the bath sponge over my skin.

  “Can I wash your back?” I ask him after he’s all done cleaning me. He turns away from me in the water giving me his back.

  I wonder if he keeps everyone at a distance or if it’s just reserved for the women he’s fucking. I want to ask him about his relationship with his family, but I don’t want to push it. I hope he gets to experience some form of intimacy with them. He deserves to be loved.

  Careful with that word, Reagan. You’re treading on water as shallow as what’s in this tub.

  “Oh, shut up.”

  “What?” Reed says turning around and I realize I must have said that last part out loud.

  “Oh, nothing,” I tell him. “I said I… um… let’s get up.” He helps me up and dries me off. “I have to pee.”

  “Okay, when you’re done, we’ll get you dressed,” he says, wrapping himself in a towel and putting the robe on me.

  I try not to stare at his ass as he walks out.

  Finished in the bathroom I close the door when I leave. He’s nowhere to be found in his bedroom so I go search for clothing in the guest room, but I don’t see anything. I would wear the dress I came here in if I could find it. I could ask Chloe to bring me something but that would be too weird. I hope he doesn’t come back with some outfit that belonged to some ex-sub. Even worse, I hope he doesn’t have some sub c
lothing rack that we’re all supposed to pick from like the Goodwill.

  “Baby, what’re you doing in here?” Reed comes in to stand in front of me.

  Oh, I was just hoping that one of your ex- submissives may have left some new clothes behind that I could use since she won’t be allowed back up here to get them anyway.

  Not that I have a say in if they come here or not. Although, being the girlfriend lets me have a say. So yeah, they won’t be allowed back up here. He’s mine now, after all.

  “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”

  “Nothing,” I laugh at myself. “I was just hoping to find some clothes and mentally kicking the asses of the subs that might have owned them.”

  “You won’t find any of their shit around here. Rarely did I bring anyone home and they certainly didn’t have the freedom to leave clothes.”

  “You’re as strict as all that?”

  “Fucking is serious business and I take my business seriously. I never want my two worlds to collide.” I nod in understanding but wonder what that means for me. Does he consider me more a sub or a girlfriend? He takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom answering my unspoken question. “But I’m lifting that rule for you since you can’t very well wear my clothes all the time. Although, I love you in my shirts, feel free to bring stuff over.”

  “I get to share your closet?”

  “You’re my girlfriend. That’s what girlfriends do when they stay over at their boyfriend’s house,” he says. “And I liked sleeping with you.” I jump when he smacks me on my butt. “I can’t wait to have that ass of yours naked in my bed again tonight.”

  “Tonight?”

  “Too soon?”

  “No, tonight works for me.”

  His grin turns to a shocking surprise. I would almost say he looks horrified if I didn’t know him better, but I don’t know why.

  “Shit, my brother’s here,” he says. He goes into the closet and comes back with my dress and panties that smell like they’ve been laundered. “Get dressed,” he says as he hands them to me.