Reluctant Surrender

by Riley Murphy

  Good God. Her tongue was numb. Hot. Tingly sort of and all she could think of was wrapping her lips around his cock. She nearly groaned out loud. Wrapping her lips around his cock? She should be screaming, spitting and fighting to get away from him and yet all she wanted to do was settle in and see what came next. It was as if there were two people inside her. The rational person who believed that “people don’t enjoy this kind of thing” and another wild child who said “you got this”. And when that familiar hum sounded and he pushed it against her for a direct hit she went crazy. She flexed and groaned and wailed and whimpered around the ginger in her mouth. She didn’t care what she looked like, she only wanted to end this torture.

  “Whoa, Colin. Colin? Let go. Come on, open up.”

  Vaguely she felt his fingers at her mouth as he worked to gently remove the ginger from between her teeth. Without realizing it, she must have bitten down on it.

  “Damn, baby girl, you do like your suction.” He wiped her mouth off, making sure it was dry. When he was done he asked, “Do you have anything to say to me?”

  “No.” When she realized he hadn’t heard her, she cleared her throat and as numb as her mouth was she had to force out, “No.”

  “Impetuous.”

  Crazy as it was, what with her mouth on fire and her ass burning as if someone had set up bonfires in it, that one word of his made her smile because he sounded proud of her and that made her happy…until the metal clinking together she’d heard earlier sounded and he pulled out the stingers and then all her happiness faded into one hot, hazy mess.

  One moment she was floating in euphoric heaven, sure she was going to be allowed to come and the next the opportunity was snatched from her. Her inner muscles clenched, squeezed, convulsed, throbbed and ached until she couldn’t do it anymore. She was ready to give up. Ready to give in. Did he know?

  “Stay still. I’m taking the ginger out.”

  Once he turned back to her, she was alive with anticipation. Waiting for him. Wanting him. So when he moved in right behind her and slid his palms down her arms until his hands clasped hers, she wanted to melt and arch up into him. To hint and let him know she’d had a change of heart. But then he pressed his lower half against her and she groaned. He must have changed just before they’d started because his chinos were gone and in their place was butter-soft leather. The warm surface of which stuck to her sweat-moistened skin in heated places. Sliding over her while his hardened dick teased her ass, not once but twice and she wanted that powerful part of him. She wanted to lick, suck and consume his cock so bad she could almost taste it. She imagined how easy his hard flesh would slide into her burning mouth, down her numb throat and she quivered at the thought.

  “Is there something you want to say to me, Colin? Something you want to ask?”

  “Yes.”

  He held her close. “Tell me.”

  “I want to suck your cock.”

  He squeezed her. “I think you can do better than that,” he said and let go of her. She was just going to panic when he added, “Let me get these on you and then you can show me how much better you can do.”

  Once again he picked up the leash and moved it to hang over her shoulder. “There, now…” He brushed the back of his knuckles across one nipple until it hardened and tightened. “Your body is amazing. So responsive.” She didn’t even have time to suck in a breath when he put the nipple clamp on her, because he moved to her other breast and did the same. “Perfect.”

  Unlike the last time when she needed a moment to get over the pain, this time it was as if her body was ready for it. Relishing it, because the pinch of pain was nothing compared to the desire she had to get down on her knees and suck his cock. To beg for it, if need be. That’s what she wanted. That’s what she was focused in on at the moment. Not the leftover burn from the ginger, not his bites and not the nipple clamps that were firmly attached. All she wanted was his cock.

  “Please, Sir…”

  Ethan didn’t catch her words. She’d whispered them so softly.

  “Speak up.”

  He was just admiring her ass and the line of her back as she remained dipped down over the table. He watched the slight sway of the chain that connected to the clamps and decided against pulling on them. Tracing a hand over her firm ass cheek so he wasn’t tempted to undo his leathers and plunge himself into her. God, she was drenched. Ready. And when she spoke he froze.

  “Please, Sir, may I suck your cock until you come?”

  Every muscle in his body tightened with unadulterated lust and when a drop of hot pre-cum seeped out, skating between his thigh and a wrinkle in his leathers, singeing both skins, he steeled himself and worked to remain calm. Even though every fiber in his being wanted to grab her up, push her down and fuck her brains out, he was steadfast. “Good girl, Colin. Ask me again.”

  “Please, Sir, I want to suck your cock.”

  He was sure he saw the telltale signs of her dampening even more. It caused another drop of hot fluid to skate down his inner thigh. Fuck. The last time he’d been this hard, near to bursting and almost out of control, was when he was too young to know what to do with it.

  “Yes you may, Colin. Didn’t I say good girls get rewarded?”

  He helped her up, but had barely gotten her turned around when she sank to her knees and frantically grabbed at him.

  “Easy, baby girl.” He stepped out of her reach and smiled when she made a frustrated sound. “This is going to be good. Really good. Now,” he took up the leash and tugged, “come this way. That’s right, closer to the window. Very good. I love to see you naked and down on all fours. Crawling for me. Beautiful. The training collar suits you. It’s thick so it doesn’t get lost in that beautiful mane of yours.”

  With a jerk of the leash he stopped. Colin took his cue and moved up into a straight kneel. When she reached for him, he said, “No. Hands behind your back. I’m going to feed it to you. Open.”

  She did and for the life of him he had no idea how that tiny mouth of hers managed to swallow him whole. She deep-throated him so fast he was the one to hold her back as she attempted to rock forward and fully impale herself. The noises she made and how the vibrations rode over his brutally pulsing flesh coaxed a few more drops from him and when she tasted them she went into the zone, so deeply he didn’t order her to put her hands back behind her after she’d taken hold of him. Instead he sank his hands in her hair and massaged her scalp as she made love to him.

  That’s what it was. He did nothing more than provide the toy, she was the one who played with it. She laved, sucked, licked and lavished. Eager and totally focused until he curled down over her and slid two fingers inside her blazing heat. Then she got frantic. Groaning and moaning, pushing him down deep against the straining muscles of her throat. Cradling him in that wet velvet, daring him to come, but he held off and as gently as he could, extracted himself from her.

  “Colin.” He peeled her grip off him and pressed a condom in her palm. “Put this on me. You know how, and when you’re done I’m going to help you up and bring you back to the coffee table. I’m going to bend you over it again and this time I’m going to fuck you good and hard, would you like that?”

  She nodded.

  “I want you on this side this time,” he murmured. “The length of the table between you and the window. I want you facing the window so I can look out at the boat lights on the water as I move in and out of you.”

  When she stumbled he caught her. “Down here. Palms flat and feet—”

  She gasped because he didn’t even wait for her to get totally set before he pushed his cock right up inside her. Her glistening folds were too much of a tease and gliding in as easy as he did proved he wasn’t the only one taunted.

  “Please…”

  He sawed in and out of her, going in deep and pulling out shallow. Pumping and crushing.

  “Please, Sir…”

  Her voice was faint, breathy and hoarse, but for the use of that title s
he’d get her reward. Leaning over, he scooped up the vibrator. The little one he used for stimulation and not penetration. Turning it on, he pressed it right against her clit. Carefully pushing up the slick hood, he purposely tortured the delicate bundle of nerves right at the center.

  “Oh God! Ah…”

  She came immediately and the violent tremors her inner muscles suffered worked him over hard. Really hard, while her body twitched and jerked.

  “Do you like being my good girl, Colin?”

  “Yes…yes Sir, I do.”

  For that she was rewarded again. Only this time when she came he had to hold her up because she almost collapsed. By the time he’d made her come two more times his leathers were soaked in her juices.

  “Ass up, baby. Take me deep. That’s right. Push back. Fuck. Just like that. Faster. God, I love to watch you ride my rail. That’s—” He hissed in a breath and slammed right into her. The tightness and heat combined with her rapidly convulsing muscles milked him. Milked him hard. Until he was completely and utterly drained.

  He held on to her for a few quiet moments while he let his breathing return to normal, then he pulled out of her. “Stay right here. Just like this.” He trailed a hand down her back and smiled when she squirmed. “I’ll just be a minute.”

  The first thing he did when he returned was help her stand. Once she was steady he brought his hands around the front of her and gently released the clamps, working his palms over the stiffened peaks as he whispered, “Hands behind your back, Colin, we still have one more thing to do before our session is over.”

  When she shivered, he tipped his head down and nuzzled the leash aside with his chin. Still working her nipples, he breathed against her shoulder, “Are you scared, baby girl?”

  “No, I trust you, Ethan. I…”

  Was she going to say she loved him? The thought unbelievably got him instantly hard all over again. Damn, she wasn’t up to any more playing tonight. She looked exhausted but totally satiated and he was dying to read it in her eyes.

  “It’s Sir. Come to the window, Colin.” He tugged on the leash. Half-pulling, half-guiding her to a spot right in front of the glass. “Give me one of your hands.”

  When he had hold of it he brought her arm up and out, shifting to place her fingers against the cool glass. He stayed right behind her and pressing his body into her for additional support, he said, “There’s no more hiding.”

  A boat horn sounded and she jumped. “No.”

  “Yes, we’re going to take off the blindfold.”

  That horn honked twice and she attempted turn away. “No. I don’t want you to.”

  “Be a brave girl, Colin. Be my girl.”

  “No.”

  “Tell me why?” He held her with one hand while he used the other to pull at the knot, but he hadn’t even got one part of it loose when she started shaking. Instantly he felt the change in her and stopped. He thought he heard her whisper something and was just going to tell her to repeat it when she burst out.

  “Hostage. Hostage. Hostage.”

  Suddenly she lunged sideways, attempting to get away from him and he worried she’d fall into the glass. She was lashing out with arms flailing as she tried to escape.

  “Colin? Colin.” Before she could harm herself, he scooped her up and carried her, intent on getting to his room. He tucked her head under his chin and held on to her tight, squeezing her hard, trying to absorb the pain he’d caused her. He’d pushed her too hard. Too fast. Without caution.

  He fell against the wall, his back breaking the force of contact as her arms wound around his neck, crushing him as she climbed him to get closer. With her face buried in his hair she cried. Those soft but wrenching sounds undid him.

  His head slammed against the wall and he closed his eyes. What the fuck was wrong with him? This kind of breakdown is what he lived for. The softness, the vulnerability, the unguarded moment that would lead to enlightenment. He should have been patient and qualified her fear before he reacted to it.

  “I-I’m sorry I messed everything up.”

  “Shh, you did fine, baby girl. Very good.”

  “No.” She hiccupped, which caused her head to bump against his jaw. “I didn’t. I wanted to. I—”

  And she started crying again. Damn.

  He pushed off the wall and stalked directly into the master bathroom. When he put her down her hands went to the blindfold. Her fingers pressed against the fabric that covered her eyes.

  “It’s me, isn’t it? If I’m hiding behind a blindfold, I can pretend it’s not real, and that I’m not doing these…these…things.” She undid the knot and let the material slide to her lap. When she looked up he inwardly groaned.

  Sometimes knowledge was a painful thing and spying the sadness in her eyes he knew she was suffering.

  Shit, he didn’t like where these thoughts were taking him, so he turned on the shower and jacked up the steam. Stripping off his leathers, he scooped her up and headed into the spray.

  “I like this seat,” she whispered when he sat back on the ceramic ledge and got her snuggled on his lap under the raining water. “The blindfold is a crutch isn’t it?”

  Ethan closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tile. “Maybe.”

  They sat quietly for several minutes. She needed time to process things and he was going to let her. She’d know he was there for her and that was good enough for now.

  “Sir?”

  He opened one eye and angled a look down at her, very happy to see her tentative grin. “You know there are specific times I expect you to honor me. Right now isn’t one of them.”

  “I know.” She poked him in the ribs and laughed when he grunted and closed his eye. “I was just checking to see if you were paying attention. Hey.” She tapped his chest and didn’t speak until both his eyes were open and focused in on her. “I want to tell you something I’ve never told anyone else.”

  “I’m listening.”

  He loved how her eyelashes were rich, black and spiky, making a series of triangles bordering her lids.

  “After I took my mom’s ashes and got caught, my dad and Sandra sent me to boot camp.” When he scowled she assured, “Not like military boot camp, but a teenager one. I was only thirteen. Anyway, there were seven counselors there and for the most part all of them were pretty mean, you know what I’m saying? They’d yell at you for looking the wrong way on a one-way street.”

  “They should have spanked you. That’s dangerous.”

  She rolled her eyes and sat forward. He loved watching her breasts jiggle and shake as she talked. “As I was saying, they were all mean, but there was this one man there. He made all us girls call him Sergeant. Yes, Sergeant. No, Sergeant. That’s how we had to respond to him. He never smiled and for the first week of me being there he picked on everything I did. He told me at least three times a day that he was disappointed in me. That he expected better from me.”

  Ethan’s eyes narrowed because he knew where this was going.

  “Then one day after I planted the flowerpots in the courtyard with petunias he came over and after examining what I’d done, he told me I did a good job. That I pleased him. I was super excited about that. Feeling like I accomplished something monumental. Oh, he still expected me to address him the same way, but for a few days after that he was kind of nice to me until I had kitchen duty. I had to wash the pots and he was the one who came by to check and see how I’d done.”

  She got quiet again and he felt like committing murder. Whatever the guy had done to her had left some scars.

  “He checked every pot and pan. Every dish. And when he was done he grabbed me and pushed me over the stainless steel counter. I still remember how cold and hard it was and how he smelled. He smoked cigars and his breath was disgusting.”

  Ethan held her tighter while he waited for her to get it all out.

  “All the pots scattered but I managed to catch one of them before it dropped to the floor. That’s when I hit h
im with it a couple of times before I managed to get away.”

  “The fucking cowardly bastard.”

  She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled in. “Although he failed in his attempted rape, I realized overpowering me physically wasn’t the only thing he could do to me. The attempted rape was quick. A blur of numerous actions that I survived and escaped from, but the next two weeks, having to face him every day and put up with his ridicule? I think I lost a piece of myself. None of the counselors believed me when I told them what happened and because I told he turned all the girls against me. Each day he’d make a point of singling me out to embarrass me in some way for being inadequate. He made me stand up in front a group of my peers while he pointed out all my faults and I had to agree with him. I had to say, ‘Yes, Sergeant’.”

  “You were just a baby.”

  “Thirteen.”

  He pulled her in closer. “The lecherous bastard. You were in shock. He broke a sacred trust and when he couldn’t physically abuse you he did it emotionally.”

  “Yeah, I know, but my point here is that I’d completely forgotten about it. I’d tucked it away until I wanted to suck your cock.”

  He nearly sputtered, “I b-beg your pardon?”

  “Honey.” She affected a voice that sounded nothing like him, but it was supposed to mimic him, he was sure of it. “I’ve had men beg me, but never to be pardoned, they like the ‘me holding them accountable’ too much.”

  Although that sounded like something he may have said he didn’t bother to press her on it because that wasn’t why she repeated it. He knew how her mind worked. She was dealing with her pain the only way she knew how. He crushed her up in his arms and laughed. “Oh no you don’t. No deflecting your way out of this one. I want to know how remembering that lecherous bastard is connected to you sucking my cock. The dots are fairly well spaced, I’m thinking.”