“Please, Mistress,” one of them begs me. “Let us touch you.”
“Not yet,” I tell them in a breathy rasp. “I want to watch you suck his cock a bit longer. Get to it.”
He shakes his head at me and pouts, but he does as he is told, opening his lips wide and gobbling the beautiful, wet penis that bobs in front of his face.
Finally, I can’t take the torment any longer myself. I get up off the bed and remove the keys that dangle from a silver chain I’ve placed around my neck. But, still, I don’t free them easily. First I tease the keys around my nipples, circle my heavy breasts with them, and make them beg.
“What do you want?” I ask them both.
“Let us touch you,” one of them says in a ragged voice. “Please, Mistress. Let us make love to you. Taste every inch of your skin.”
I slip the key into the locks on their cuffs, unable to deny them satisfaction any longer. The manacles fall from their wrists and clink to the floor and they gather me between them, pressing eager lips and hot, wet tongues to my tingling skin. But I stop them long enough to lead them back to the bed with me.
We crawl across a sea of satin and meet in the middle. Then their hands explore every inch of me. Lips tease my mouth open and a tongue slips inside, finding mine and entwining with it. A mouth closes over first one nipple and then the other, licking, sucking, nibbling until the tips are so pebble hard they hurt. One hand squeezes the soft globes of flesh while two others skim down my thighs and urge them wider apart. Then fingers slip feather light around my pelvic area, but they don’t touch my clit or throbbing sex. Not yet. They want to tease, to torment, me as I have them.
Finally a hot, wet tongue grinds against my clit, while fingers enter my pussy and curl, stroking me higher, closer, to ecstasy. One lover trails kisses and sharp little bites up my neck while he gets behind me. The soft pads of his fingers skim over my back as he leans me against him while the other plays with me. These fingers move down to the small of my back, to the curve of my ass, then they part my cheeks and slip down to my anus. While he fingers my other opening, the one with his head between my legs leaves us long enough to grab some lube.
He returns and spreads this cool gel over my anal opening, then his fingers and tongue go back to pleasuring my sex. The one beneath me slips his touch inside my ass just as the lube begins to tingle and warm. I gasp and let out a little cry of bliss. My pussy is so wet and I’m on the verge of coming again, but I hold off. I don’t want to climax again until both are deep inside of me.
When I can take it no longer and the need to come has nearly driven me mad, I beg them to fuck me, to make my body sing as only they can. Both are happy to oblige, as always.
A hot, slippery cock nudges its way into my ass while the lover who possesses it nibbles on my ear. The one who kneels in front of me on the bed hold my leg back with a hand while he rubs his slippery shaft up and down my dripping slit. He grinds the meaty glans into my clit until I have to bite my lip to keep from coming.
“Please,” I say in a breathy voice. “I want you inside me. Please.”
He doesn’t deny me any longer, for I am the master tonight. His plump cock glides between my pussy lips and stretches me as he slowly eases inside. I clamp down hard on him, on them both, as they thrust shallow and slow, then deeper, taking long, languid strokes that urge a sublime pressure building in my g-spot even higher. I let out little whimpering moans as I rock between them. My fists gather the satin sheets up and I clutch them tight as I ride a wave of bliss.
I concentrate on their silk and steel cocks rubbing me deep inside, front and back. I’m awash in a sea of skin and sensation and I never want it to end. In their arms, I always feel so loved, worshipped. Another orgasm unfurls then explodes, showering sensation through me. I let out a cry and my every nerve feels electric as my limbs shiver from the intense release. Moments after, they bury themselves deep inside of me and spills their seeds. I clutch them strong as I feel their cocks twitch once, twice, before they slide out.
We crawl beneath the smooth sheets and cuddle close when we’re done. Ragged pants soon become deep, even breaths of contentment.
As we lay there, Luke kisses my forehead, plucks a strand of hair from my face, and says, “Do you realize our son got married exactly one week before our tenth wedding anniversary? You know…” He looks at Jake and a slow smile curls his lips. “I think that means we need to take a second honeymoon.”
I smile up at them both, wondering how long they’ve had this surprise planned. “How did you decide that? I think your logic is off.”
He winks at my cheekiness. “Well, I think we deserve one anyway. How about New Zealand? I know you’ve always wanted to go there.”
My heart fills with love for my two husbands, who are often surprising me with little schemes like this, which the two of them cook up while building their latest project together. “I think that sounds wonderful.”
With our trip agreed upon and our children out of the house, we curl closer together and fall asleep.
***
Surrender To His Command
Surrender Series Volume 3
A Surrender Novella
By Leigh Foxlee
BDSM romance with a biker dom.
Includes:
Surrender To His Command
Bonus Story: Hans & Greg (50 Shades of Fairy Tales)
Surrender To His Command
“I dare you to pinch his butt.” Jeanie points to the nearly bare derriere of one stripper who’s sashaying in front of the bride-to-be, my best friend Felicia.
I nearly choke on my appletini. “No. You know my rule.”
She rolls her eyes at me, flutters her fake glittery lashes. “Yes, no more bad boys. Why can’t you just drink from the fountain without wanting to marry it?”
I blink at her odd, homemade idiom. “Look, some people can have one night stands and some can’t. I’m not a prude—”
“You just fall in love too fast.” She shakes her blonde wigged head at me. “Girl, you’d have a lot more fun if your heart wasn’t tucked between your knees.”
With that, she struts off toward the stripper sticking his thong clad naughty bits in Felicia’s face. I shake my head and watch them, wishing I could be more like Jeanie and Felicia, wishing I’d chickened out on this bachelorette and stayed at home with my cat and a book.
“But it’ll be fun!” Felicia had crowed when I tried to back out of her party. “And you’re one of my bridesmaids, so you have to be there.”
Felicia and Ron are getting married soon, and they’ve decided that for their bachelor and bachelorette parties they get one last fling. So strippers were hired and Ron pulled some strings to rent Felicia and her friends this room that’s a part of some sex club. Sex club! Can you believe it? Some place called Surrender Inc. apparently owns it, or so Felicia tells me.
Just great. Here I am tucked in a sex club with ample writhing, muscled male flesh and I’ve sworn off bad boys for good. Of course, a sex club is crawling with just that!
I glance up from where I sit wedged between Mary and Eve, two more college buddies who are in my historical law class. And wouldn’t you know it. One of the strippers is headed right for me, hips gyrating and penis edging closer to my face. I try to get up, but Mary and Eve hold me in place.
“The lady over there says you need a lap dance,” the towering brunette beefcake tells me.
I peek around his sculpted body to see Jeanie waving at me and wearing a wicked smile. I’ll throttle her later, when she’s sleeping and can’t fight back.
He hooks his oiled, rippling legs around mine and exhibits amazing muscle control as he lowers himself so he hovers inches above my lap but doesn’t put his full weight on me.
“No, I think you’ve mistaken me for her,” I say sweetly, pointing to Mary and trying to wriggle out from under him.
He wraps a massive hand around my shoulder. “Uh-uh. Felicia pointed right at you before she slipped the cash in
my pants.” He snaps his barely there thong for emphasis.
I try to avoid his royal blue eyes, try not to see his devastatingly handsome smile. No more bad boys. No more bad boys. I repeat the chant and ignore the tingling starting between my thighs.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He leans closer and his hot breath fans my ear. “You seem a little tense.”
No more bad boys. Taking a deep breath, I try to keep calm and cool, try to think up an excuse to get away from this lothario. “Nothing’s wrong. I just … I need to be somewhere else.”
With that, I panic and push my small hands into his slick pecs. He’s made of solid rock, or so it feels like, but I manage to knock him off balance. He lands on his nice ass with a thump, and I muttered a quick, “Bye! Sorry,” before I flee towards the bar.
Behind me, I hear Mary gasp and Felicia yelling, “Christy, get back here!”
But there is no way you’re getting me wedged between that hunk of rippling man flesh again. No sir. I know what happens when I get within ten yards of a rebellious, sexy male, and it isn’t happening again. I have college to concentrate on, things to do, and my heart still isn’t healed from Ethan. The last bad boy who left his motorcycle tracks all over me.
You see, I’ve got an addiction and I’m quitting cold turkey. My downfall isn’t cigarettes, or alcohol, or too much ganga before the big test. Oh no. My addiction is bad boys. If he’s got a couple tattoos and a devil may care attitude, if he rides a motorcycle and doesn’t play by the rules, I’m hooked.
My friends? Well, they kind of have the bad boy itch too, but they’re smarter about it. Felicia’s guy, Ron, he’s a bit of a bad boy business man, with a mane of glossy black hair he ties back, the trademark goatee, but he and Felicia have understandings and an open relationship, at least until they say “I do.” Which is fine if that’s what you want, but I’m more of a one guy one girl type. I have a hard enough time managing myself, let alone two boyfriends. Sadly, I haven’t found that perfect bad boy who wants the life I want.
But, anyway, I’m in college, studying law, and I don’t really have the time for another distracting romance. So I made my vow after Ethan dumped me for a gymnast who’s rumored to have a trapeze in her bedroom. No more bad boys for me. Even if I seem to have bright red bad boy radar.
I squeeze in between some girls at the bar and try to make myself as small and as invisible as possible. I order another appletini and dare a look over my shoulder. Thankfully, no one has followed me to my new safe haven. I grimace, feeling a little mean for knocking that stripper on his butt.
When the bartender puts my drink down, I discover my terrible luck is holding. I stare at a wrist encircled by a tribal Celtic knot tattoo, and I follow this up to find a sleeve full of dragons, a strange looking skull, and a wizard melting into a gothic looking castle.
Bad boys are out in full force tonight and, of course, I’m stuck right in the middle of them.
I squeak out a “Thanks,” and hope he goes away.
“You look like you’re hiding,” he says, leaning on his elbow and smiling at me.
Dear lord, I cannot catch a break tonight. So I down half the appletini before I reply. “You could say that.”
“I could help you out with that.” He gets even closer, if that’s possible. “Hiding, I mean.” His thumb brushes over the back of my hand and I try to ignore my reaction.
“Oh, that’ okay.” I hate that I sound like Minnie Mouse when I talk to this guy. “I’m fine here.”
He chuckles, and of course his laugh is deep and throaty, his voice like melted chocolate. Get me out of here!
“I’m not hitting on you, sweetie.” I’m almost disappointed by his admission. “Not that it isn’t tempting. But you seem like you really want to get out of this place. I saw what you did to the stripper over there.”
I gulp more appletini. So this one’s playing the nice guy bad boy routine. Okay, I’ll play along for now, but I know there are fifty shades of bad boy and you can’t trust any of them.
“If you know a way I can get out of here without having my best friend find out.” I hook a thumb over my shoulder to indicate Felicia, who’s now gyrating with both strippers. “I’ll be forever in your debt.”
He takes my hand, slowly lifts it from the bar, and kisses it. I try to ignore the stupid butterflies betraying me in my stomach. “Be careful. I might hold you to that. Come around the side and I can let you out the back way.” He points to the far end of the counter where a swinging half door leads behind the bar.
I make a beeline for it, trying to keep low so Felicia and Jeanie won’t spot me. The bartender takes my hand and leads me behind the swinging gate. He asks another equally handsome helper to take over for him while we head away from the crowd of shrieking women.
I stare at the shining, brown-gold curls that frame his face and brush the top of his black, tight t-shirt. He looks my way and catches me staring, so I quickly pretend to inspect a cuticle. What a lame move, I tell myself, but I notice that his eyes are the same shade of blue as the stripper I fled from. His jaw is peppered with stubble, and the closer I am to him the more I know I need to get the hell out of this den of sex before I do something I’ll regret.
He stops at the back door, takes my hand, wishes me good luck. But before I get a chance to slip out in the alley, he speaks.
“Can I ask one small favor before you walk out of my life?” He leans against the wall casually, arms crossed over his chest, which accentuates his terrific body.
My blood pounds harder in my ears. “What’s that?”
“One little kiss to say thank you?” He holds up a finger and looks hopeful. “Not much to ask, is it?”
Why? Why must bad boys torment me so? I sigh and turn this over in my mind, biting my lip as I weigh my options.
It won’t be so bad, I reason. He didn’t say what kind of a kiss. I can just give him a peck on the cheek and be out of here. But the shimmer in his eyes tells me he wants more than a friendly peck. “What kind of a kiss?”
He pretends to consider this, but I’m sure the cad already has it plotted out in his mind. “Open mouthed, a little bit of tongue?” He raises his eyebrow at me and the look on his face is an obvious dare.
“Technically, this is coercion, you know.” I shake a finger at him. “All right, one short kiss and then I’m out of here.”
I let his arms slide around my waist and up my back, trying to ignore the instant heat that floods my body. My breathing remains even, though I struggle to keep it that way as his scent fills my nostrils. Something spicy that reminds me of the sea and makes my body betray me further. Closing my eyes, I steel my will as his soft lips skim over mine.
He’s even gentlemanly, slow and seductive, with his kiss. Damn him! He doesn’t crush his lips against mine and grab my ass, pulling me closer as I try to gulp in air. Oh no, this one is smart. First he teases with little flicks of tongue over my lips until I forget I’ve promised a quick kiss. He waits until I press my lips closer, until I forget my promise to myself and let my tongue slide over his, before he slips his hands up my back and caresses me through my clingy summer dress.
Dear lord, I have to get away now before we make love on the floor.
“There you are!” Felicia’s voice brings me back to my senses and we break the kiss just as she appears in the hallway. “Oh—ha—I see you’ve broken your rule.” She stands with hands on hips, hair all messed up from her own frolic with the strippers. “Okay, I’ll leave you alone, but you better be back out front in fifteen minutes for the tequila shooters!”
She disappears again and I breathe a sigh of relief, until I look up at ol’ blue eyes looking down at me. He’s far too handsome for my own good, and I’m acutely aware of how his strong arms brush over mine, raising the tiny hairs on my skin.
My throat has gone impossibly dry and it feels like I’m swallowing over razor blades. I disentangle from his arms. “Well, I better get out of here before she gets back. I’ll nev
er survive through those shooters.”
He laughs that all too sexy laugh and moves out of my way. He even opens the door for me, damn him.
“Maybe we’ll see each other around,” he says as I take off my stilettos and creep barefoot out into the alley.
I look back and smile, hating the way my stomach tightens when I glance at him. “Maybe.”
Then I’m off before I get myself deeper into trouble, fleeing down the alley to the parking lot where my impossibly old VW Rabbit waits.
***
“I can’t believe you ditched my bachelorette!” Felicia shrieks in my ear. I hold my cell phone a good distance from my face as I head into the back room at job number one.
“I didn’t do it alone,” I protest. “I had help from that bartender.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“He ratted me out!” Jonas, my co-worker, squints at me through his hipster glasses as my voice raises two octaves.
I work two jobs to pay for college and my apartment, but I’m still barely squeaking by. One of these jobs is as a barista at Your Daily Cup. Right now I’m five minutes late for my shift, Jonas is giving me the stink eye, and I need to get off the phone with my irate friend before my co-worker bitches me out for making him late for his own classes.
“He didn’t rat you out,” Felicia says, then with a wicked giggle, she adds, “I interrogated him.”
“I just bet you did.” I manage to put on my apron while juggling my cell. “Look, I have to go. Jonas is pissed and I’m already late. Talk to you later.”
“You bet you will!”
I hit END and hope she and the other girls don’t give me the fifth degree later for jumping the bachelorette ship. But I know they will.
Most of the morning passes uneventfully. My regulars file in for mocha lattes and triple shot expressos. I chat with some while I wipe down the counter or refill the thermoses of coffee we keep near the front.
Around lunchtime, the little bell above the door rings and I look up with a smile that quickly becomes a gaping O. I shut my trap and try to feign cool composure as he draws closer to the cash register.
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