Weekend Surrender

by Lori King

  “Wouldn’t you be hesitant after someone betrayed you? What if it didn’t work out, how would I ever face you four again? I live here, I work here, and I’m not planning to leave, so I need to keep my reputation clean. This is too far out of the box.” She wrapped her arms around her middle, feeling particularly vulnerable now that she had said her piece.

  “Why do you care what the town thinks? There are other people living in poly relationships around here. They just don’t advertise it,” Rogan said, still maintaining that unruffled calm demeanor. It was really starting to tick her off, especially hearing the same words from his mouth that Hudson had used earlier to shake her.

  “What the hell is a poly relationship?” she snapped. Tears of guilt were burning behind her eyelids, and her mouth was dry again.

  “Polyamorous. It means to have more than one partner. I know it isn’t exactly common, but we’ve talked for years about sharing one woman amongst the four of us. We are all voyeurs, so watching our woman getting fucked is a hell of a turn on. Once we started sharing women between us, there was no going back, we just had to find the right woman. One who could appreciate having four very different men in her life.” Rogan spoke, but Rachel’s eyes were once again captured by Parker.

  “Can we please go back to the movie. This is too much for me right now,” she whispered, trying to keep the tears of discomfort away. They couldn’t know how much she ached to be able to accept a place in their lives. It would hurt him even more when she left tomorrow.

  Parker watched her for another minute, and then stood and held out his hand. She frowned up at him in confusion. “If we only have tonight and tomorrow then, I want to do something more intimate than watch a movie. Come.”

  His demand wasn’t unrealistic, and it actually sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She had spent time with each of the brothers that she considered “safe,” and now it was time for Parker to get some alone time. Parker was darker, more dramatic and dangerous in personality. Something about him told her he would make the night memorable, and that was the reason she stood, following him into his bedroom. He was right, if she only had tonight, she wanted to use it to her full advantage.

  Chapter Eleven

  Parker’s heart was racing in his chest as he led Rachel back to his bedroom. He knew his brothers would stay put and allow him this time with her alone, but the fear that it might be his last time with her made him desperate. If he came on too strong he would scare her, and it was the last thing he wanted to do.

  Drawing her into the room behind him, he sat her on the edge of his four-poster bed, and put his hands on her shoulders to hold her still. The height of the bed was perfect for him to fit right between her thighs, but first they had to talk.

  “Rachel, you know I’m not like my brothers. I can get a little bit…”

  “Bossy? Demanding? Controlling?” He grinned at her response, and she laughed. “Yes, Parker, I know you are different. Each one of you are different, but it’s kind of nice. Like getting four different toppings on my ice cream sundae.”

  The mental image made him groan and he shoved his hand through his hair as he searched for the right words. “Rachel, I’m a Dominant.”

  Her eyes narrowed and she cocked her head. “Exactly what does that mean?”

  “It means that I need to be in control in the bedroom, and I want you to submit to me. I want to know you trust me with your body and your pleasure. I want to make you come a dozen times, but only at my command. It fulfills something inside of me when a woman submits.”

  “I’m not sure I understand. You want me to lay here and do nothing while you work me over?”

  He shook his head, “No, never. I always want you to respond and enjoy yourself. It’s so hard to explain. You know what BDSM is right?” When she nodded, he relaxed a little. “Well I practice dominance and submission. I want to tie you up so you can’t touch me back. I want to feel your ass under my hand as I spank you. I want to tease you to the point of orgasm and then stop, only to do it again until we both go crazy with need. I want you to acknowledge that your body is mine when you’re with me, so I can control your pleasure.”

  Parker waited for half a breath so she could absorb what he was saying, and then continued, “It’s not just about spanking you though. I’ve watched you build your career, and you are a powerhouse. Woman, you take control over situations and make things happen that no one else could dream of. I want you to let me have that precious control. I want you to let me take care of you and ensure you’re pleasure and satisfaction because it will benefit us both.”

  “Wow…um…okay. Give me a minute to think. I’ve never…I mean…”

  She stayed silent for a few more moments as she processed what he said, and he felt the tension building between them. If she turned him down it would kill him.

  “The last time I let someone make decisions for me, he walked away from me and my mother and never looked back.”

  Parker nodded his acknowledgement of her pain, but didn’t question her further. This had to be her decision. He wouldn’t ever be happy knowing he forced it upon her. When she abruptly stood in front of him and lifted on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw, he flinched.

  “If it’s what you need, Parker, then I will try. Believe me, you are the only man I would trust enough to do this with, and you will probably have to walk me through it, but I’m willing to try.”

  In an instant all of his fears of rejection dissipated. She was agreeing to submit, and it made his cock turn to concrete in his jeans. He had to dig his fingernails into his palm to keep from reaching for her. It was too important they communicate before they played. “Okay, let’s set a couple of ground rules and we’ll work from there. If at any time you want me to stop, say the word Red, and everything will stop. If you need me to give you a minute to catch your breath or you’re uncomfortable, say the word Yellow. The word Green would be everything is okay, so if I ask you what color you are I want you to be completely honest, okay?”

  She nodded, and he frowned. “You also have to verbalize. When we’re playing I want you to call me, Sir.”

  Rachel let out a little giggle and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I messing this up already. I’ll try to do better…Sir.”

  Shaking his head and rolling his eyes at her reply, he reached for her hands. “Last thing, whatever you do you have to trust me not to hurt you. I...care deeply for you and I would never hurt you.”

  He saw her eyes widen slightly at his near slip of the tongue, but she just whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

  Pulling her with him, he stood her at the foot of the bed that dominated the room, right in front of the large cedar chest that held his grandmother’s handmade afghans. Tugging his t-shirt from her body he had to bite back a grin at her shiver of anticipation when the cool air hit her naked skin. In the dim lamp light of the room she looked like a goddess standing there naked by his bed. Gently he indicated she should turn around to face the cedar chest, and he bit back a groan at the view. Her hair trickled down her slim back in waves, until it was dancing just above that sexy daisy tattoo and giving him all kinds of delicious ideas for how to use its length to his advantage. The curve of her hips taunted his tongue, and the rosy pink color of the blush on her skin made his cock diamond hard.

  “Stay here,” he commanded and then went to his closet to get his toy bag. He was going to give Rachel Morgan a night to remember.

  ****

  Rachel didn’t know what to think. Dominance and submission was something kinky people did, and she had never experienced it. She was trying not to tremble with the fear and anticipation rolling through her body. Her every nerve was on high alert as she watched Parker disappear into the closet.

  He had said he wanted to tie her up and spank her, and surprisingly it didn’t scare her. It turned her on. Well, kind of. If she was honest with herself, it left her feeling hot and cold. Who really enjoyed being spanked? The scarier part was he wanted her
complete trust in him.

  The thought was bouncing through her brain as Parker returned carrying a black duffle bag. He set it down near the edge of the bed and withdrew two lengths of white rope from it. Fear rippled through her as he stepped closer to her naked body, and she turned to face him, reaching out for reassurance with her hand. He pressed a kiss to her palm before releasing her grip, and then met her eyes.

  “Do you trust me, Rachel?” he asked in a steady voice that belied the racing pulse she could see in his throat. He was just as nervous and excited as she was. How could she deny him?

  “Yes…Sir. I trust you.”

  He smiled, and turned her back around so her back was to him and she was facing the foot of the bed again. The cold wood of the blanket chest separated her from the carved footboard of the bed and pressed against her knees, but it was tolerable. Quickly and efficiently he wrapped the rope around her wrist and knotted it. To her surprise the rope was soft and silky against her skin, and he left it loose enough that it didn’t hurt her. Once the rope was tied to her wrist, he took the other end and tied it to a bedpost. Following suit, he tied the other rope to her opposite hand and the opposite bedpost. She was tied as though on a cross, one wrist to each bed post, her body arching slightly over the blanket chest in an awkward way.

  Parker seemed to immediately notice her discomfort, as he moved away to grab a bed pillow and drop it on the bench in from of her. “Here you are, kneel here, Rachel.”

  A rush of pleasure went through her at his concern for her comfort, and at that moment she realized she really did trust him. There was no doubt in her mind she would enjoy whatever game he wanted to play. Parker was a man of his word, and if he said he wouldn’t hurt her, then she should just sit back and relax under his hand.

  After she was settled, he finished tying the ropes, tugging on them a little to make sure they were secure. His hand drifted down her arm, and then down the length of her spine, brushing her hair aside and sending tingles of desire rushing to her clit.

  “What color are you, sunshine?”

  “Green. Uh…Sir.”

  “Good, just relax.” His words whispered over the skin near her ear, and he kissed her shoulder gently. She jumped a little when his hand suddenly came down on her ass with a loud crack. The yelp that escaped her throat was created more by surprise than by actual pain. In fact, a burning sensation seemed to seep through her skin and into her soul as he rubbed his palm over the tender spot for a moment.

  He spanked her again, this time on the other cheek, and she bit off the cry of surprise before it released. “Don’t hide your response, Rachel. I like hearing your sounds of pleasure, and even the sounds of pain. If you don’t respond, then I don’t know what pleases you.”

  She started to nod and then remembered his request that she verbalize. “Yes, Sir. I haven’t ever been spanked. Not even as a child.” Her voice was raspy and breathless. Like the heat from his hand scorched her vocal chords.

  “Mmm…spanking can be used for discipline, or it can be used for pleasure. I prefer the latter of the two options.” He brought his hand down on the split of her ass this time, and she groaned as her pussy gushed moisture between her thighs. She could feel it running down the inside of her thigh.

  Parker stepped away from her to his bag, and she tried to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing. She caught a glimpse of something pink and a bottle that looked like lube before he was back behind her and out of her view again.

  “Trying to sneak a peek? That would ruin the surprise, Rachel.”

  Cold gel oozed into the crack of her ass, slipping between her cheeks to coat her asshole. The lube was scented and she grinned at the fragrance of cinnamon, wondering if it was flavored too. She would love to test that out on Parker’s cock sometime.

  Just as she was imagining a mouth full of dick, she felt his finger pressing into her anus, stretching her. She gasped and whimpered a little at the sting as he pushed another finger in and spread them out. Her body relaxed slowly to the intrusion, and as soon as she was taking his fingers easily, he took them away. Rachel’s protests were cut off by something blunt and hard pressing against her tiny rosebud. A butt plug. The cold plastic was coated with more lube based on how easily he was able to maneuver it into place, and she swallowed hard at the full burn that enveloped her as he filled her ass.

  “Parker!” She was panting now, and finding it hard to keep her eyes open as pleasure and pain rushed through her.

  “Easy, love, what color are you now?” His voice was firm and steady, and she latched on to it. Focusing on it and trying to determine if she needed him to stop or if she was just startled by the new experience.

  “Greenish Yellow,” she mumbled, and he laughed.

  “Thank you for being honest, sunshine. I wanted to make it easier on you for later. That’s why you have the plug. I want to prepare you for later when I show you the real benefits of having four men available for your pleasure.”

  Her heart jumped at the thought of having sex with all four of them at the same time. She only had so many places for a cock to go, how exactly would she please four men at once?

  “Rachel, come back to me. Get out of your head, and pay attention. You wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings while I have you tied up like this.” He reached around her to cup her breasts, and she moaned when he pinched her nipples.

  “Now that you’re settled again, let’s move on?”

  Parker moved quickly to retrieve something behind her, and then he was behind her again. This time instead of playing with her breasts, he slid his hand down to cup her pussy. His finger slid between her puffy pussy lips easily finding the swollen nub there and circling it ever so gently. It dawned on her that he was being extra gentle with her because he knew she was sore after all the sex this weekend, and she felt her heart expand a little to let him in.

  The buzz of vibration hit her ears just before it hit her clit, and this time she jerked in her bonds. “Easy, sunshine.” His voice caressed her ear as he slid the vibrating egg into her pussy. As wet as she was, it was no chore sliding easily into her tight cavity. Now she was full. Full and vibrating. She was glad she was kneeling instead of standing, because her knees were wobbling, it was almost too much to take.

  “Parker! I can’t,” she gasped, her eyes clenching and reopening as she tried to work through the vibration of sensual pleasure rolling over her body.

  “You can, Rachel. You’re so much stronger than you think.” After another moment he shut off the vibration and stroked his hand over her flanks gently, soothingly. “See, you’re amazing and you don’t even realize it.”

  Her head tipped back on her shoulders as she stared up at the plain white ceiling of his bedroom. In her peripheral vision she could see the rope binding her to the bed on either side of her, and she could feel him nearby, waiting for her to react.

  “Why do you need this, Parker? I would make love to you willingly, why do you need me tied down.”

  There was a pause and she heard his body hesitate before he stepped back up against her, using his palm to turn her head so she would meet his eyes. “I only need your trust, but I gain pleasure from your submission. Every time I bring you to the edge, I’m bringing myself there as well. I’m fighting the urge to shove my cock into your pussy and give us both a quick release, but if I allow myself to give in, we won’t reach the heights we will reach if I maintain control. Now, you said you would try. What color are you, Rachel?”

  His dark eyes held her captive, and she trembled in her bonds. Her legs were free from restraint, but they were weakening with every new thing he shared. She wanted to see where he would take her. She wanted to know how high she could climb before the fall. With a deep breath, she gave him a small smile. “I’m green, Sir. Do your worst.”

  Fire flared in the depths of his eyes, and he captured her mouth in a violent kiss that clashed teeth and tongues into a battle of power. He pushed her, but she pushed back, refusing to cowe
r until the vibration flared again deep inside of her cunt. Parker used one hand to gently tap on the base of the anal plug. Again and again he urged her up to the top, only to stop everything and allow her to fall back to the ground. The cycle would start again, sometimes with him spanking her, or pinching her clit, or plunging the anal plug in and out of her ass. It was amazing how much her body was able to take, before she broke. The climax was unexpected and overwhelming. She couldn’t even scream because her body was so swallowed up into the sensations.

  When she finally sagged against him, her shoulders ached from the pull of the ropes, and her knees weren’t strong enough to hold her any longer. Heart racing, and panting for air, she whimpered when he released the ropes and scooped her into his arms.

  Moving her to the bed, he laid her down gently, and adjusted her so he fit between her thighs against her spasming pussy. She could feel the sticky wetness of pre-cum on her thigh where his cock pressed against her, and she wiggled trying to signal her desire to have him inside of her.

  “No. I say when we continue, Rachel. Lie still while I taste you.” His head dipped between her legs before she could respond, and she screamed when his tongue coasted over her clit.

  His breath was hot against her swollen labia as he panted his own desire, “What color are you, Rachel?”

  It took her a moment to figure out what he was talking about, but she finally managed to gasp out, “Green, Sir, green, green, green…”

  Like a mantra, she said it until her brain couldn’t form the word anymore. Parker’s tongue was like a sexual weapon he used to find her most secret places and expose them. Her body clenched and tightened under his onslaught, but just when she thought she would have another orgasm, he pulled away and surged up onto his knees, thrusting underneath her hips and lifting them so her bottom half was draped over his lap, legs spread. Leaning forward, he held her wrists in one hand over her head, and pushed his cock into her pussy.