Surrender Boxed Set (Surrender Series Volume 1 - 7. BDSM romance with man love, bad boys, and billionaires.)

by Anita Lawless

  “You’ll use any excuse to get me naked,” I say, standing so our bodies brush together.

  He caresses my shoulder. “Well, there is that. But I don’t want you going in blind. You’ll need to know what’s expected of you. Why don’t you spend the night and we can practice until dawn?”

  I almost groan at his cheesy line, but the prospect of staying with him makes me bite my tongue. Though we don’t always get along, I’ve grown fond of this intimidating man, despite trying to keep my feelings out of our arrangement.

  “Sounds like a plan,” I say, as he smoothes his hands up my back and I hastily unbutton his shirt, exposing his hairy, well muscled chest.

  As I run my fingers through the thick fur covering his pecs, he yanks me close and rips the shirt over my head before claiming my lips in a hungry kiss.

  Minutes later, we’re both naked. Niko swipes papers and other items off his desk, while his laptop falls into the seat of his chair. He pushes me down atop the polished cherry wood and his big hands mold to my skin, tracing the curve of muscle in my biceps, my pecs, and down my abdomen until his fingers curl around my stiffening cock.

  In return, I touch him hungrily. The cool desk against my back raises goose bumps across my skin. We slide across its smooth surface as we make out.

  My lover flips me and trails bites and kisses down my neck, across my shoulders. I groan as he squeezes my ass then begins to fondle my anus. He strokes my perineum with his deft touch until my cock presses tight against the desk, now painfully erect. His fingers slip inside my asshole and curl, seeking my prostrate and stroking it, which makes me moan loudly.

  His mouth moves to my cock and he sucks strong, deep throating me before his lips trail to my scrotum. There, he alternates between teeth and tongue, nipping and tugging at my sac then licking these areas. My balls grow heavy and tight with the maddening need to cum.

  “Not yet,” he commands raggedly. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

  His tongue sweeps over my rectum then dips inside. Next he traces its tip back and forth over my perineum, making me thrash wildly beneath him. “Please,” I beg. “Fuck me already.”

  “Not yet,” he growls. “I love to tease you.”

  His delicious torment continues. He pokes his tongue into my anus once more, in and out repeatedly, wetting my hole for his entry. Then fingers slip inside me and curl, caressing my prostrate so that I have to clench my teeth to stave off an orgasm. He keeps me on this brink of climax for a while, then finally a condom wrapper rips and my cheeks are parted as he nudges his long, thick penis inside.

  I let out a sigh of satisfaction when he enters me. Our mating is fast and furious. He thrusts in and out of my ass like a primal beast and I grunt beneath him. It isn’t long before he spills his seed deep within me then pulls out and flips me so he can bring me to release.

  His hand cups my balls while his mouth devours my cock once more. With a firm squeeze, he lets me know it isn’t time for me to climax yet. His lips pump up and down my shaft while his tongue swirls around it, making my eyes roll back in my head. Fingers return to my asshole, thrusting in and out while he blows me. My hips rock back and forth as I fuck his face, gritting my teeth while hovering on the edge of orgasm.

  Finally he pulls my cock out of his mouth long enough to command I cum. Then he swallows me again, and my glans bumps against the back of his throat as I jet hot spunk down his gullet.

  ***

  Two nights later, after a ton of practice at Niko’s penthouse, we head to the Surrender club we’ll be performing at. It reminds me of an industrial goth club, with its chains hanging from the ceiling, attached to square, black cages that dangle at various heights. Some are perched on top of bulky rectangles that jut from the floor, creating a faux cityscape. The tables gleam like polished onyx.

  Niko and I pass by a raised stage that matches these tables. It is T shaped, and a cluster of leather and latex clad people dance around it. Sounds like Rammestein booming out of the speakers.

  In one of the cages resting atop a rectangle close to the stage, I spot Laura. My mouth opens as her hand comes down across an ass wrapped in shiny, tight shorts. The man grunts and bucks, clanging the chains that bind him to one side of the cage. He’s spread eagle with his face pressed against the chunky bars of his prison. Laura wears a tight latex cat suit—black with a red section at the torso made to look like a corset.

  She glances in my direction as she picks up a whip from a tiny table in the enclosure. A small smile is all I receive before she goes back to work torturing the man.

  “What the—”

  Niko presses a finger to my lips, effectively shushing me. “I guess you didn’t know about Laura’s moonlighting.” He chuckles. “She’ll fill you in later, I’m sure. Right now, we have a show to get ready for.”

  Over the past two days, Niko has prepared me for the ritual. Tonight is about achieving an altered state of consciousness, about reaching gnosis, through sensory deprivation and orgasm denial. It’s not just about sexual gratification.

  In our dressing room, we go over the process of the ritual once more as I strip and put on a satin black robe. Niko dresses in tight black leather pants and buckled boots, leaving his barrel chest exposed.

  Two women clad in latex and holding incense decanter lead us to the stage. The booming industrial music has been muted and the lights have dimmed. Only a bluish glow shines down on the crowd and the raised platform. The women swing their receptacles as we walk, making sweet smoke tinged with sandalwood and vanilla waft around us as we go.

  On the stage, Niko removes my robe and leads me to a bench with shackles placed at both ends. There is a section where the padded top has been removed. This resides right where my groin will be, so my cock can jut through.

  My dom wraps a blindfold around my eyes and ties it behind my head. Just before he does this, I glance at the crowd gathered around the stage. My heart beats faster, knowing what will follow and that all these people will watch, participate, in the performance.

  He lays me face down on the bench and guides my wrists into the cold steel shackles, clamping them shut. My head rests in a horseshoe shaped cushion that is attached to the front of the bench, and a hole in the center allows my face to poke through. But before he does this, he places a ball gag between my teeth, effectively cutting off my ability to scream or moan. I’m surprised by how spongy and pliant the round object between my teeth is.

  Next he spreads my legs and fastens my ankles at the base. Cool air brushes over my stiffening cock as I adjust my groin, which now rests on the open area of the bench. While he prepares me, haunting music drifts from the speakers: flutes and other woodwind instruments punctuated by kettle drums. The mournful cry of bagpipes raises the tiny hairs on my skin.

  Hands press into my shoulders, making me tense from the sudden touch in this hyper aware state. My dom rubs a fragrant oil into my skin that warms as it relaxes my muscles. He kneads this liquid into my back, massaging along my spine, then rubs it into my ass, paying particular attention there. My cheeks are squeezed and caressed, lavished with affection. Then his touch leaves me briefly to retrieve more oil. When it returns, he spreads my cheeks and lathers the ointment up and down my crack, lingering on my perineum. My cock twitches and grows painfully stiff from his application. Fingers work their way into my rectum and lubricate me well. My whole body tingles and burns pleasantly from the salve.

  Chanting rises all around me as more hands stroke my skin. This becomes a hum in my brain as I sink deeper inside myself, and I catch only fragmented words.

  “Eros.”

  “Gnosis.”

  “Love is the Law.”

  My dom removes my ball gag so I may speak my part.

  “I offer myself to your desires. To understand myself through your will. I am a vessel for your needs. For to be used is to be valued. I am your tool. This is my path. I am a manifestation of your will.”

  Then he replaces the gag. Such co
mplete surrender opens me up to extreme vulnerability. There must be complete trust between myself and my dom for this to occur, and during our two days of practice he tested me often to ensure the trust I verbalized was true. There is respect between us now. Admiration. And as the tethers of many whips kiss my back, I realize it goes deeper than that. We have grown to love one another, despite my resistance to such an emotional bond.

  Now the flagellation will begin. Three cat o’ nine tails skim over my back, across my shoulders, down my ass. The last vestiges of my fear drifts away as I remember the tenets of bdsm play: safe, sane, consensual. I have nothing to be afraid of.

  A whip draws back and the tails sear my back a moment later. I bite down hard on the ball in my mouth. Fingers slip a cock ring around my raging erection then clip two clamps to my scrotum. Tiny metal teeth sink into this sensitive flesh, making my lower belly tighten as I hiss air out of my gagged mouth. My world is darkness, pain, and pleasure and I sink deeper inside myself.

  A metallic rod nudges the hole in my glans wider while one of my masters tugs on the clamps biting into my balls. Every muscle stiffens as the rod moves farther into my urethra and pain sears through my shaft, flooding my entire body. Endorphins make me dizzy, but I will myself to let go, become one with this pain and make it my pleasure. As the steel sound moves deeper still, and the clamps tug even more at my genitals, I focus on one point. That point is controlled ecstasy. The point is about pleasing my masters so they will please me as reward. That point is about total abandonment of self. I become my pain and my pleasure.

  With the sound far up my uretha, the dom beneath me begins to suckle my cock, while the others continue to whip me. This master uses their tongue to drive the rod the final bit in, and I jut my hips up and cry around my ball gag, losing my control momentarily. I am admonished for my lack of restraint by sharp blows placed across my ass. This centers me, grounds me, and I find that place of peace within once more.

  Flesh brushes against the backs of my knees and a cock rubs up and down my ass crack. The glans strokes across my pinned balls and I moan lightly around my gag. A condom wrapper crinkles somewhere in the all consuming darkness. Fingers lube up my asshole with more of the warming ointment, and then a thick, meaty prick shoves inside my rectum while a warm, wet mouth continues to suck me and swirl the sound inside my cock.

  Sweat beads my brow and my teeth sink deeper still into my gag. Tears squeeze out the corners of my covered eyes and soak into my blindfold. I become one with this ecstasy and torture, feeling like I am simultaneously inside and outside of my body. I am the cosmos, floating in a universe of euphoria.

  The cock inside me moves faster, harder, in time with the mouth that pleases and torments me. My dom fucks me like a feral beast while the pressure within my cock builds to a painful, mind-numbing crescendo made all the more intense by the rod in my dick. I huff air in and out my nostrils, trying to regulate my breathing and keep my reactions controlled. Snot bubbles out my nose as I take this rough copulation. My body bucks back and forth across the bench in time with my dom’s feral thrusts.

  Finally the master beneath me slowly pulls the rod from my cock, spiking the stimuli overload even higher. This dom flicks their tongue back and forth over my throbbing hole and glans, making me groan around my gag and sweat even more. If they don’t let me cum soon, I’ll explode or pass out.

  The cock ring slips off my shaft, but the clamps remain attached to my scrotum. From somewhere in the darkness, a dom commands me to, “Cum now. Cum with me.”

  A mouth wraps around my dick once more, sucking me hard and fast while the master tugs on the clamps pinching my sac. I do as I am told, jetting my spunk down this dom’s throat while the one inside me fucks me with wild abandon then spills his seed deep within my anus.

  Then it is all over. Silence and darkness reign as I breathe hard and regain my sense of self. Feet patter across the stage, moving away from me. Hands caress my welts with more of the soothing balm, easing my tension and pain, easing the sting. My wrists are unchained, as are my ankles, and I am helped to my feet. I stand on shaky legs, pressing into the strong, burly form of my dom. He takes me in his arms, leading me from the platform.

  I remain blindfolded as we depart. Hands caress me as he guides me away from the crowd. There are no applause this time. Tonight was not about admiration. It was about submission and self knowledge. It was about reverence.

  ***

  Back inside the dressing room, Niko removes my blindfold and I pull on my pants. As I get dressed, he asks me, “What do you feel you learned about yourself tonight?”

  I stop buttoning my shirt and look at him. “That through trusting others I become better at trusting myself, my instincts. But to also be choosy about who I give my trust to. To only give it to those who truly deserve it.”

  He nods and appears pleased. “A paradox. Life is full of those.”

  Niko picks up a briefcase he brought to the club and flips it open. He pulls a sheaf of papers from inside and shows them to me. It’s our contract.

  He walks over and strokes my face. “You’ve earned this.”

  He tears up the contract and lets the pieces flutter to the floor. Talk about paradox. Why is he absolving our agreement? Cutting me out of his life is my reward?

  “Whatever you do now is up to you, Chad.”

  I frown at him in my confusion. Words fail me as anger rises up. All the self-revelations I thought I found tonight wither up inside of me at this blatant mind game. I grab my leather jacket off a chair and stalk out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

  I run through the crowded club, which has returned to its partying and loud music, as if nothing profound ever happened in here tonight. As if my experience within its walls is simply washed away. Not stopping to look back and see if Niko pursues, I shove through a group clustered near the exit and let the cool night air calm me. Then I run down the street and hail a cab home.

  ***

  Instead of heading back to my apartment, I tell the driver to take me to my mom’s. I had planned on heading there for Christmas day, so no reason why I can’t drop by a bit early. Laura and I have closed up the shop for the holidays, so I don’t have any clients. Tomorrow I’ll have to go to Isaac’s to sign the papers that will make the shop mine, and I decide that instead of taking Niko I’ll get my mom to come with me.

  Mom is elated to see me, but my sour mood tells her something is up. Over hot chocolate, my story spills out. I tell her everything about Niko and the last couple months I’ve spent with him. She’s the first person to know I love him.

  “Sweetie.” She touches my hand. “Do you think you misinterpreted his actions? Maybe ripping up the contract wasn’t his way of hurting you. Maybe he wanted to set you free so you could be with him on your own terms.”

  I scoff at this. She always sees things through a romantic lens. “Nah, he’s playing mind games, just like Isaac did. I guess I never learn.” I shrug.

  But Mom doesn’t appear convinced. “I don’t know, kiddo. I think you might be wrong about this guy.”

  “You haven’t even met him! How can you say that?”

  She sips her cocoa then gives me a knowing look. “Remember when I dumped that asshole Jerry, back when you graduated?”

  I nod. Jerry was the drummer in a sleaze rock band called Acid Kitty. The guy had no respect for women. I had just finished high school and went on the road with Mom for one of her tours. I got to see firsthand just how shitty he treated her. Jerry could never keep it in his pants, and he constantly cheated on Mom. I nearly kicked the shit out of him and I told Mom to ditch him.

  “You said I’d be better off with Rick. Said your gut told you the roadie was in love with me and would treat me better than that douche bag ever could.” She grins.

  I realize what she’s getting at as the memories return and I smile. Rick was one of my mom’s roadies and still is. They’ve been together now for years, and I was the one who played matchmaker. Mom
said much the same as me when I encouraged their romance. ‘You barely know Rick. Why do you think he’s so great?’ I told her gut instinct, and I had been right.

  But I’m not ready to admit this might be the case with Niko. The pain of what I perceived as his rejection is still too fresh. “We’ll see what happens.” I sigh. “Will you come with me to Isaac’s tomorrow while I sign the papers?”

  “Sure thing, hon.” She gets up and kisses the top of my head.

  ***

  After Christmas, I return to the shop. During the time I spent at Mom’s, I ignored several calls from Laura and Niko. Mom argued with me over it, but I remained stubborn and just shut my iPhone off.

  When I walked in this morning, Laura gave me a look halfway between curious and pissed off. But she worked on her clients and said nothing until we closed up for the day.

  “Why did you take off like that?” she asks now, as I douse the neon OPEN sign.

  Turning, I cross my arms over my chest. “Why didn’t you tell me you work at a sex club?”

  “Remember our privacy policy?” She mimics my defensive gesture.

  “Fair enough.” I walk toward the back room and she follows.

  “He wasn’t firing you. He was setting you free,” she says in regards to Niko ripping up the contract. “He wants you to be with him on your own terms.”

  “Why didn’t he just tell me that?” I snap as I whirl on her once we enter the area behind the shop.

  She huffs. “He was going to, but you didn’t give him a chance.” Laura places a hand on my chest. “Look, Chad, let’s sit. I have a couple of things to tell you.”

  I sit in one of the arm chairs while she perches in the one across from me. Laura hands me a coffee then begins.

  “I’m a femdom, and I work at the club.”