Submission (Surrender Book 1)

by Tina Donahue

  “Okay, that’s it.” Lucius undid the strap on her wrist.

  “Hold on.” Cody leaned across her to stop him. “What are you doing?”

  “Releasing her.”

  “I can see as much.” He leaned over farther, his arm pressing into her chest.

  She gasped. “Do you mind? I can’t breathe.”

  He glanced at her boobs and stepped back. “Sorry.”

  “You might be.”

  “Huh?”

  With one wrist freed, she cupped his head and brought him to her in order to speak quietly. “Where’d the scars come from? Especially the newest one. What did you do?”

  He shrugged. “Crashed during a Motocross event a while back. For the other, my brother accidentally shot me with an arrow when we were kids and playing duel. But the tip barely penetrated me.”

  God. She couldn’t imagine his parents letting their children play with dangerous things. “You have a brother?”

  “Three actually. Be right back.” He joined Lucius on his side. “We’re not through here.”

  “Maybe you’re not, but I am. I don’t care if you also have ten sisters.” He hunkered down and undid the ankle restraint. “Bree’s not listening to either of you. If you haven’t noticed, she’s talking again.”

  Tav looked past Cody to Lucius. “And she’s obeying you?”

  “Nope and I intend to change that.” He glanced at the punishment table and a nearby pole, the item similar to one in Story of O, a chain and shackles hanging from it to hold a sub’s arms as the Master flogged her. The table had straps for wrists, ankles, and even a sub’s waist to ensure complete submission.

  Bree went hot, cold, then hot again, uncertain how far she wanted to take this. After reading the novel, she’d been appalled, but her cunt was achy and dripping to the point she’d climaxed seconds after she began masturbating. Maybe that was sick, like what O endured in the book, but her punishment also titillated because it was only fiction, what was happening in this room a game.

  Cody and Tav regarded the punishment area, Tav jumping to his feet first to undo her other restraints.

  Freed, she leaned against him. “What happened?”

  “Huh?” He gave her a baffled look. “Don’t you know? Did you actually pass out at one point?”

  He was cute when things sailed over his head. “No. I meant, what happened to you?”

  “Nothing. Why?”

  “You’ve changed.” She kept her voice scarcely above a whisper. “You’re assertive like Lucius now. Cody too.”

  “Yeah?” His smile warmed and threatened, a predator toying with his quarry. “Thanks.”

  She hadn’t meant it as a compliment since she’d counted on him being a buffer if the other guys gave her a hard time. However, she was grateful Tav had allowed her to come. “Why’d you let me climax?”

  He lifted his shoulders. “I got so into it, I couldn’t stop.”

  Sounded about right, but given how he avoided meeting her eyes, he was fudging. She touched his cheek, pleased he wasn’t a total Dom. At least not yet. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

  He slid his gaze to her. “You’re talking again.”

  Hands lifted, she conceded his point, not offering another word.

  Lucius pulled her to the punishment table, its tufted red leather providing comfort, the construction allowing a user to tilt the thing up or down, as it was now, allowing a sub to assume a prone position.

  “Wait.” Cody stroked the pole. “What about this?”

  Tav touched the red leather on the table. “I like this better. We’ll use it.”

  Cody didn’t argue.

  No one asked her what she thought.

  Rather than secure her to the table, Lucius brought her to the wall displaying crops, whips, cat ‘o nine tails, spanking paddles, belts, and straps.

  The guys joined them, each touching the tools or testing them, leather striking the air, every sound distinct.

  Her sheath constricted, pushing out more moisture, even as her legs shook.

  A broad strap lay across Lucius’s palm, the leather supple enough for the ends to hang over the sides. Tav fingered it.

  Cody lifted it then flicked his wrist, snapping the thing. Its crack filled the room.

  Perspiration fell from her chin, the drop landing on her right boob.

  Cody licked the bead off then stroked her garter belt. “Is this scratchy on you?”

  It took her a moment before she understood his question. Given how they prepared to punish her, she wasn’t certain why that coming pain held less concern for him than what she wore. “No. It has a satin backing.”

  He slipped his finger inside, eased it back and forth, then nodded. “Good. Keep it on.”

  Tav pointed. “The shoes too.”

  If he kept barking orders, as he’d never done before, she might drive her spike heel into his foot, bringing him back to normal. Unless this new personality was the way he’d always been but had held back.

  “We’re using this.” Lucius held up the strap.

  The ends swayed, touching her stomach. She backed away.

  Cody pulled her toward him. “I’m first.”

  “The hell you are.” Tav took her other arm. “I am.”

  Lucius strolled to the table. “You’re both after me. Duke it out if you want but make it fast. Bree.”

  Anticipation pushed her forward, uncertainty kept her pace deadly slow.

  Behind her Tav and Cody negotiated, finally agreeing to flip a coin.

  She’d reached Lucius.

  He settled his hand on her neck. “Face down on the table.” He gave her a gentle kiss. “Don’t make me wait.”

  The leather cushion was ungodly cold, though she shivered more from expectation than the chill.

  Tav pulled a quarter from his jeans pocket and returned to Cody.

  Lucius leaned down to her. “Hey.”

  His mild tone brought a smile. She nodded at his greeting, his and the others’ admonitions not to speak finally sticking.

  He ran his thumb over her bottle lip. “You okay with this? The strap and all?”

  His questions and the honest concern on his handsome face did more to boost her trust than if he’d promised she wouldn’t feel anything and assured this was nothing except a game. As commanding as he was, when it came to her, he was a marshmallow inside. She kissed his palm. “I know I’m not supposed to talk, but yeah, I am okay with it.”

  Doubt crossed his face. “Scream if it gets to be too much.”

  “Not necessary. Just make sure you don’t bind my ankles.”

  He glanced at them. “Why?”

  “So I can kick your balls if I want you to stop and you don’t hear my shrieks.”

  “I walked into that one, didn’t I?” He wagged his finger. “Behave.”

  She licked his digit. “Only if you want me to.”

  Tav joined them. “I won.” He rocked on his heels.

  Given his earlier attitude and arrogant commands, she didn’t shout hallelujah.

  His mouth turned down. He gestured to the punishment table. “Have you changed your mind about this?”

  Not if the old Tav was participating. She eased his face down to hers and spoke softly. “Don’t change. Don’t shave. I like you as you are.”

  “I won’t. I haven’t. I was just having fun.” He inclined his head to the room. “You’re not the only one who read Story of O.”

  Color her surprised. “Did you enjoy it?”

  “I was fourteen. Watching insects screw got me off. However, if you’re asking if I like that stuff, especially me—or anyone else—doing it to you, then no. I’d already told you as much when we were eating. This game is for you, beginning and ending there. Say the word and even if I have to knock the guys out, nothing happens.” He held her chin. “By the way, I’m not as easy going as you seem to think. And you’re not as cold as you pretend to be.”

  Heat rushed to her face. She kept from averting her gaze
or joking around. Neither would have fooled him as to her emotions. She wasn’t certain if that pleased or disturbed her. “Thanks for the pep talk.”

  “Welcome. Now zip it and lie down.”

  After saluting him, she did as he’d commanded.

  Lucius regarded Tav then her.

  Arms crossed, Cody watched from the side.

  “Get comfortable.” Lucius stroked her hair. “Face turned away from us.”

  She stayed where she was. “Why can’t I watch you?”

  He caressed her shoulder. “If you don’t see what we’re doing, you’ll keep anticipating. We can use a blindfold if you want. There are plenty in here.”

  “I’m good.” She did as told and tried to relax. Wasn’t going to happen, her heart rat-a-tat-tatting against her chest.

  Lucius squeezed her arm. “Tav, Cody, strap her in, unless you want me to do it, which will delay your turns.”

  Quickly, they tightened the straps to keep her from getting free yet not enough to pinch skin.

  “Her waist too?” Tav ran his hand over it.

  She pushed into his touch.

  “Yeah.” Lucius slapped the belt against his palm. “We need her ass to be still.”

  Her butt felt huge and exposed, more so than during their other play. Until now, she hadn’t realized how BDSM accoutrements heightened the coming discipline. Each time the strap hit Lucius’s palm, her pulse jumped. His, Tav, and Cody’s nudity added to the debased atmosphere, their size and brawn reminding her how defenseless she was against them.

  She gripped the table, her hands bound at opposite ends.

  Someone rubbed her wrist. She guessed it was Tav.

  A click sounded then a whirring, similar to a motor.

  The table rose, and a shelf-like thing eased out beneath her feet to stand on should she reach full vertical level.

  Before arriving at that point, the table stopped. She guessed the angle to be forty-five degrees.

  Frosty air poured down from ceiling vents. The cold drafts didn’t cool her skin. She burned from head to toe.

  Feet slapped the floor, the guys rounding the table but stopping before they reached the side where she could see them.

  No one spoke.

  She wished they would, yet didn’t, her emotions whacked.

  A hand rested on her hip, surprising her. She lifted her face.

  The hand retreated.

  Unclear as to what that meant, she rested her cheek against the padding and closed her eyes.

  Someone touched her garter on the other side. Possibly Cody. The thing seemed to fascinate him.

  Leather snapped.

  She froze at the sound and panted.

  Another snap.

  A crack.

  Stinging.

  Holy God.

  She gasped, more in surprise than pain. Afraid they’d stop, she calmed as much as she could and relaxed her fingers, hands flat on the leather, palms damp.

  Someone whispered. An answer came fast, equally hushed.

  Nothing else broke the quiet, her wait for the next stroke pronounced, adding to her tension.

  A whooshing noise wafted close then a smack.

  More stinging, this harder, but welcomed for the extra heat it produced, chasing away the hurt.

  She lifted her ass as well as she could, a gift for them to use.

  Lucius whipped her faster, no hesitation in between.

  When he stopped, she pulled in a breath before the discipline began anew.

  Tav’s turn.

  His swipes at her ass came quickly and hard, warmth reducing the sting, prickles overpowering the blessed heat until she desired both feelings equally.

  Cody smacks were no different.

  Then the punishment stopped, the strap hitting the floor.

  The table eased down until it was horizontal, the guys working as a team to undo the restraints.

  Seated next to her, Lucius pulled her into his arms first.

  She stiffened at her throbbing butt.

  “You okay?” He searched her face. “Too hard? Too much?”

  Unable to speak as yet, she shook her head and fought to catch her breath.

  Cody wrapped his fingers around her ankle. “You’re sure? Your ass is pink, but we didn’t break skin.”

  “No damn way.” Tav knelt at her side and rubbed her calf. “Did we do it right?”

  She found her voice. “God yeah. It was painful but good. Weird yet nice. You know?”

  Tav nodded but looked confused. “Do you want to do it again?”

  “Not now. I need you guys inside me.”

  Lucius held her closer. “Cody, Tav, find the rubbers.”

  “No.” She put out her hand and eased away from Lucius. “Not in here.”

  Since Tav and Cody hadn’t left their spots to do Lucius’s bidding they stared at her.

  Cody ran his thumb over her ankle. “You mean the condoms aren’t in here?”

  There were tons. She forced down a swallow and caught more air. “We’re not using them in here.”

  “Why?” Tav glanced at the door. “Did someone else book this room?”

  “Not tonight.” She put up her finger, asking for a moment to speak uninterrupted.

  They looked at her expectantly.

  She liked creating her own suspense as they’d done to her during the punishment. “We’re going to use another room.” Rather than adding anything else, she let their minds fill in the blanks.

  Lucius leaned over so he could see her face. “On this floor with different toys than what’s in here?”

  “No.” Tav brightened. “A bed we can tie her to.”

  Cody made a face. “We could attach her to this thing.” He slapped the table.

  “Get real.” Tav gestured to it. “It’s barely wide enough for two people much less four. There has to be a mattress in this place to hold all of us.”

  There was.

  Tav pushed to his feet. “It must be on the second floor. We haven’t been there yet.”

  They would be, the rooms there the largest.

  Cody took her hand. “Before we go on a wild goose chase, did we guess right?”

  She shook her head.

  “Where then?”

  She regarded each guy in turn, deliberately increasing the mystery.

  “Come on.” Lucius shook her gently. “Give.”

  Her smile had never felt as good. “We are going downstairs.”

  “To?”

  “The voyeur room.”

  Chapter 6

  Given Tav’s earlier comment concerning a wide bed they could tie Bree to, Lucius expected their destination to have a four-poster similar to what his parents had in their mansion, the furniture throne-like and so massive even an adult needed a stool to climb on.

  The room Bree led them to was certainly spacious but its design modern as compared to other areas in the club. Soft lighting tinted everything a pale blue, giving it an odd underwater feel. Candles flickered in holders attached to the wall, more from an ornate chandelier dangling overhead, and additional ones in tall stands surrounding the huge bed, which could easily accommodate three guys… and one woman.

  Blood pooled in Lucius’s cock, joining the considerable heat already there, his dick thickening further, crown plumping.

  This was going to be better than great.

  The bed was unlike any he’d seen, even in other sex clubs. Circular in design, a blue silk sheet covered it. There were no pillows, nor a comforter to get in the way, only restraints resting on the floor, waiting for a sub’s wrists and ankles.

  Decent.

  Lucius carried Bree to the bed, the mask and cape covering her.

  Before leaving the BDSM room, he and the guys had merely pulled on their boxer briefs, Cody and Tav holding the remaining clothes and shoes. Both had bitched about hauling their stuff and his considering he got to carry Bree. Since he’d already had her in his arms when he asked them to help, their complaints were moot.

>   He lowered her near the mattress, unable to get over the mirrored walls, surely two-way, their audience just beyond the reflections.

  Tav and Cody turned in circles, taking everything in.

  Lucius eased Bree’s face to his, her eyes amazing surrounded by black lace and glittery stuff. “Is this place soundproof or can anyone out there pick up what we say?”

  “They can hear.”

  He wasn’t surprised. Where was the fun if voyeurs weren’t privy to moans and panting? He kept his voice low. “Don’t take off the mask.” He didn’t want her exposed that much or possibly shamed in any way.

  Interest and excitement, rather than embarrassment, burned in her gaze. “If I keep it on, it’ll make kissing hard.”

  He swooped down and fitted his mouth to hers, testing the theory. Her cushiony lips couldn’t have been warmer, their softness a fabulous contradiction to the material scratching his cheeks. Ignoring the sting, he gave her tongue.

  She slumped against him, wonderfully weakened by his passion.

  A feather tickled his jaw but didn’t deter what he wanted—no—what he required. He cupped her ass and hauled her tight against his erection.

  Steps neared. The guys expecting their due.

  Not caring, Lucius prolonged the kiss until something sharp on her mask dug into his nose. Damn. He jerked back and rubbed his face.

  Bree gave him a knowing look. “Told you.”

  He grabbed her wrist before she could uncover her face. “Keep the mask on. I mean it. This, however…” He undid the jeweled clasp holding the cape together, whipped the garment off her, and tossed it aside.

  The odd lighting made her flesh seem paler. Ethereal.

  Wolf whistles broke out from behind the mirrored walls.

  What the hell?

  Fists clenched, Lucius spun around, wanting to threaten anyone who dared break the mood in here or might possibly offer crude remarks. Observing and overhearing was one thing, commenting another.

  Bree touched his arm. “Easy.” She spoke softly. “This is a voyeur room. They have a right to look.”

  “And speak?”

  “It heightens our experience.”

  Although a blush stained her throat and chest, turning her skin slightly darker, her nipples had peaked, and moisture glistened on her delicate curls.