Domination (Surrender Book 2)

by Tina Donahue

  “Yes, sir.” She gave the others an apologetic look then straddled him. “I like how you spanked me.”

  He laughed. “Yeah? Me too.”

  She stroked his jaw.

  His teeth tingled. “You enjoy discipline?”

  “God yeah. That’s next. First this.” She pushed up on one leg, directed his cock inside her cunt, then slowly sank down his hardened length.

  His head nearly blew off, her heat and tight fit extraordinary. He choked back a shout. “Deeper.”

  “As you wish.”

  He adored those words.

  She squeezed her cunt in short bursts as she glided down him.

  Liking what she did, he mouthed his thanks, his voice refusing to work.

  When their curls touched, she kept tightening her sheath around him, making him crazy. “Stop. Don’t do that.”

  Head cocked to one side, she affected an innocent look. “Do what?”

  He smacked her ass.

  Her skin flushed. “Damn. Go on. Do it again.”

  She wasn’t going to make him laugh. “Behave or you don’t get more.”

  Sniggering, she hung her head.

  Max mumbled something then bent her at the waist, exposing her ass.

  “Hold on.” Andy shoved Max’s hand away. “That belongs to me.”

  “Since when?”

  Jacquie’s pussy was at it again, squeezing Devlin’s rod, driving him toward climax. Shit. He didn’t have time for Max and Andy’s drama. “Settle this. Now.”

  “Andy.” Jacquie looked over her shoulder at him. “I loved how you went down on me. Let me do the same to you. I swear you’ll get your turn everywhere else.” She scowled at Max then turned her glare on Devlin. “Right?”

  Who was he to argue even though he was the Dom? “You bet.”

  Andy pulled off his condom, rolled across the mattress and kissed her. “Thanks.”

  “Hey, thank you. What you did… how you licked… the way you held my clit between your teeth… There aren’t enough words to tell you how great you are.”

  Andy’s face turned as red as his hair. “Yeah?” Before she could answer, he kissed her.

  She kissed him back.

  They fucking made out.

  And she kept squeezing Devlin’s cock.

  He groaned as loud as he could.

  She pulled free from Andy and touched Devlin’s mouth. “Sorry. I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

  Talk about not having words. He nodded, tears stinging his eyes he wanted to come so badly but couldn’t, no matter what. He’d never shot his wad too fast and this evening would be no exception.

  “Sorry.” She stopped and lifted her ass to Max.

  He squirted lube on his fingers and tended her opening, then clenched his jaw as he entered. Or maybe tried. He paused, pumped slightly, stopped, then began the ritual anew.

  The wait for Max to do his thing drove Devlin crazy but he wouldn’t complain. He didn’t want her experiencing pain. Each time she bit her lip, his stomach fell.

  At last, Max was fully within and her features relaxed. Hell, they grew beatific.

  Face turned to the side, she opened her mouth to Andy’s cock, which he slid between her willing lips.

  Ready for trouble and a fuck he wouldn’t soon forget, Devlin jerked his hips, tunneling his cock deeper into her cunt, taking what belonged to him.

  She squeezed her pussy around his dick.

  Every shitty thing in his life faded away beneath bliss so pronounced he could barely endure it. He splayed and curled his toes then dove in for more, exacting what he desired.

  She obeyed his lead, accepting his cock as she hadn’t the others’. Yet. However, even when they entered her cunt, it wouldn’t be the same. The passion between Devlin and her was more pronounced, uncivilized, and base. No tenderness. That would come later. For now, he took and she gave, gliding up and down his dick, stroking her nub.

  Fuck that. Sending her over the rainbow was his job, no one else’s.

  He pushed her hand aside and thumbed her clit harder than she had, faster too.

  She bucked then tried to pull away.

  Insisting on her submission, he pushed his cock into her, forcing her pussy to accommodate his width and length, setting the pace for this as he finger-fucked her.

  Chastened, she tended to his needs and welcomed his touch, no longer trying to avoid what he was doing so she could hold off.

  She hadn’t fooled him for a second. If she wanted to delay or prolong her release, she’d have to do so while he enjoyed her.

  And, by god, he did. He had no choice. Being within Jacquie turned him inside out, her snug warmth a reward he wanted to keep for as long as he could, her scent a balm, washing away past hurt. Although they’d barely been together, she’d accepted him as the man he was, even when he was bad, a Dom she liked.

  Her feelings might change if they got to know each other better.

  He couldn’t chance it. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am was safer.

  Yet…

  She made him want more after this ended, no different than now, her pumps drawn out, glorifying what they did, despite his carnal greed. Forcing him to follow her desire and enjoy an emotional connection to enrich the act, making it better than a mindless fuck.

  His heart opened then shut then wanted to let her in again.

  Dammit no. He concentrated on the physical aspect alone to lose himself between her legs for nothing more than a great time.

  Battered by intolerable lust, Andy struggled for control.

  Wasn’t easy. When it came to silky heat, Jacquie’s mouth had no rival. And her tongue…

  Jesus. She licked then lapped his dick, journeying up and down the shaft, pausing only to suckle his most sensitive spot and linger there.

  His hair stood on end, his balls crawling so close to his groin he wasn’t sure they’d descend when this stopped. Shivering like a wet dog, he cupped her face harder and pushed deeper.

  She took him in as a sub should, working her way down until she’d contained his full length, her nose touching his hairy groin.

  He ground his teeth hard enough to make his neck hurt. Panting, he lifted his face to the ceiling and prayed for composure.

  His shoulders twitched and his balls hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. He wanted to scream.

  Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come! At the least, Max or Devlin had to climax first. In an ideal world, both would. Since Andy’s life hadn’t been anywhere near perfect, he’d settle for just okay and all of them blasting off as one.

  No way would he take a hit for the team and collapse first. Not when it came to Jacquie.

  She enjoyed his cock as few women had. Not simply to get him off so he could tend her, or because she wanted to impress him, but as though she actually craved his junk. Each time her nose was in his thatch, she inhaled deeply, pulling in his scent, lingering at the spot.

  As he had when he’d enjoyed her bush.

  They were one of a kind, more alike than he’d imagined.

  She cupped and fondled his balls.

  Motherfuck. She was way better than he’d ever be, delighting and surprising him by the second.

  While drawing him in and out of her mouth, she simultaneously ran her thumbnail over his hairy nuts.

  Each heavenly scrape registered in his scalp and throat. Even his gums tingled.

  Don’t ever stop.

  She spit out his cock.

  He inhaled sharply. “What in the fuck are you doing?”

  “This.” She tongued his left ball into her mouth.

  The world shifted, everything growing more pronounced. Each lick she completed and every lap she enjoyed, registering clear to his soul then returning to settle in his family jewels.

  His cock throbbed, wanting attention. His balls begged for the same.

  She jumped from one to the other, her wet warmth too much for any man.

  He pulled back.

  Hand on his ass, she tugged him
toward her and continued her torment.

  Protest was futile. Andy tugged his hair, hoping the pain would distract him from what she did.

  She increased her pace, her licks faster, more frenzied.

  He dug his nails into his palms, the hurt extreme.

  His cock kept thickening, his balls compressing, his chest so taut he had to fight for each breath.

  Please, please, please, give me a sec.

  Max grunted. Devlin groaned. Their faces as red as Andy’s felt.

  He hoped they were coming.

  Their thrusts persisted, hard and steady, no climax in sight. Skin smacked skin, the sounds provocative. Precisely what Andy didn’t need.

  He gripped Jacquie’s head and used his strength to keep her in one place.

  Her tongue kept swirling, licking, tempting his dick.

  Defeated, he begged, “I need a sec.”

  She slowed and stopped.

  He forced down a swallow and caught a meager breath.

  Devlin and Max glowered at him.

  He suspected they didn’t want to come first either. Too damn bad. He wasn’t their keeper.

  Max slowed, then Devlin, everyone gulping air or panting. Pleasure drifting away. Andy’s hard-on collapsing.

  Aw crap. His cock deflating was worse than coming too soon. Frantic, he pushed his dick farther into Jacquie’s mouth.

  She shot from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat, bringing him back to speed.

  His neck and shoulders burned, his legs had gone numb, but he’d endure. To distract himself, he considered lyrics to match this magical place, phrases that mended a broken heart but weren’t mushy, sentimentality kept in check.

  Every word he knew flittered away, refusing to return.

  Come on, you can do this.

  He squeezed his eyes, trying to concentrate.

  His inner thighs tensed, the pressure in his balls unendurable, delayed passion gnawing at his resolve, urging him to come then insisting upon it.

  Shuddering, he steeled himself against release and tried to ignore the lesser joys: Jacquie stroking his nuts, tugging his short and curlies, smelling him.

  Tears stung his eyes at his denied relief. If he was honest with himself, he was also losing it at how she honored him as a man. No compliment could compete with her giving him head, not even if she sang his praises twenty-four-seven as the best lyricist ever.

  Her raw passion for him was something he hadn’t known from other women.

  And gave him the impetus to withstand anything she doled out.

  Blinking sweat from his eyes, he resolved not to come until the others did, including her.

  Although Max loved cunts—and Jacquie’s was likely exceptional—he wouldn’t complain about her tightest passage.

  God, god, god.

  He shivered from the snug fit and incredible heat. The animal within urged him to dismiss everything except his needs. To hell with this gentle pace, an impassioned one was far better for him.

  Thus, the problem. If he behaved like a douche and hurt her…

  Oh shit no. Never. He’d rather slice off his balls.

  Drenched in sweat, he pumped into her slowly and pulled back, hungering for more but uncertain how many thrusts he could bear without coming.

  The other guys made it clear they wouldn’t be the first.

  Maybe if Jacquie came, he, Devlin, and Andy could relax. Whoever surrendered the earliest was safe. The other two would never bring it up.

  Sounded like a plan, except Devlin fought his own demons and Andy’s face had turned maroon. They were in no position to wait for Jacquie to do anything.

  Who said Hell didn’t exist?

  Since someone had to break the gridlock, Max punched Devlin’s hand aside and stroked Jacquie’s clit hard, quick, mercilessly.

  She jerked and gasped but didn’t release Andy’s cock.

  Devlin’s hurried pumps blurred into each other, identical to Max’s. Everyone on the same page.

  Jacquie squealed around Andy’s rod, announcing her climax.

  Andy kept thrusting, his eyes fixed on something in the distance, as one would when having a vision, his teeth bared, pain on his face.

  No different from Devlin’s. He grunted and groaned then came, his howl roaring through the gazebo.

  Andy’s thunderous shout followed.

  Glory be.

  Freed from being first or second, Max let pleasure overtake caution and restraint. Energy crackled through his frayed nerves. His pulse zoomed. Delight swelled through him, the ripples quickening to surges, taking him on a journey he wouldn’t have missed for the world and wanted to repeat.

  At least, tonight. Tomorrow, who knew?

  Not wanting to think about morning, he gripped Jacquie’s ass, using her as his anchor. Her pulsing cunt registered in her anus, not only pleasing him, but also providing proof as to her release.

  Few things were more important to him—and he supposed to any man—than knowing he’d satisfied a woman.

  Given her forehead resting against Andy’s stomach, plus her drooped shoulders, Max had done good. To be honest, so had the others.

  Weary, Max stifled a yawn and adjusted his weight. His foot caught on something. As he tried to free it, he tumbled backwards, his dick slipping out of her.

  She pulled in a deep breath then fell to the side, abandoning Devlin’s cock.

  Poor thing had shriveled badly. Andy’s too.

  Max wasn’t about to look at his own. Fighting fatigue, he left the bed, ditched the rubber, and washed off.

  Devlin tossed his condom across the room. The rubber smacked the glass wall and slid down, leaving a trail similar to a snail’s.

  Max shook his head and brought a dampened washcloth to Jacquie. “Roll over on your stomach.”

  She opened one eye, her mouth puffy from their kisses, cheeks reddened due to their stubble, bangs mussed. “Why?”

  “So I can take care of you.” He lifted the cloth.

  Surprise lit her features.

  That hurt. Andy wasn’t the only one who had manners. “I’ll be gentle.” He touched her cheek. “You’re not in pain, are you?”

  Devlin stirred, scrambled up, and leaned over her. “Did we hurt you?”

  “No.” She looked at them, then held back a yawn, her delicate nostrils flaring. “It was great.” She frowned. “For you guys too. Right?”

  More than she’d ever know. A corpse couldn’t have felt wearier than Max did at that point.

  Devlin struggled to keep his eyes open. Andy kept listing to the right then jerking back to a vertical position.

  “Loved it.” Max brushed his lips over hers. “Tell me if I’m too rough.” Once she was on her stomach, he eased the cloth over her pink ring, tending her as he hadn’t any other woman.

  He wasn’t certain why he was doing this and didn’t want to dwell on the thought. Jacquie gave him other things to consider.

  Spread eagle, she stretched.

  Each time he touched her, she moaned and wiggled her ass, enjoying herself.

  Damn, you’re something.

  Finished, he pitched the damp cloth, kissed her ass, then smacked it.

  “Yeow.” She rubbed her butt, looked over at him, and leered, pure sass. “Ready for more?”

  His dick was still on life-support. Thankfully, Andy lay on his back, arm over his eyes, dead to the world. Devlin, the same, sprawled across the other side. Both their cocks limp, balls sagging.

  Stalling and fighting fatigue, Max played dumb. “You mean BDSM?”

  Her eyes widened. Rolling over, she touched her throat. “Yeah. How far do you want to go?”

  Depended on the woman, unless she was a hardcore masochist and enjoyed bruises and blood. Max believed in live and let live, but no way would he mark any female or break skin. If pain crowded out pleasure, he was outta there. “Enough to bring you to a screaming orgasm. The discomfort, if there is any, brief and quickly forgotten.”

  She nodded, w
onder on her face. “I wish I had my smartphone. You have yours on you, right?”

  He’d left it the limo they’d come in. Taking photos wasn’t allowed inside the club and he didn’t want any texts or calls bothering him. As a workaholic, the only way to ensure he relaxed was if he didn’t have the device on him. “No. Why?” His caution rose. “You weren’t planning to take pictures, were you?”

  “Of course not.” She slapped his knee then rubbed the part she struck. “I work here. I know the rules. I wanted to take notes.”

  He wasn’t certain that was any better. “About what happened here with me and them?” He gestured to Andy and Devlin.

  “Sure.” She struggled to her elbows, the position exposing her breasts, her nipples reddened from him suckling them, the areolas and tips constricted despite it being toasty in there.

  He liked the view, but met her eyes. “Sure?”

  “I did tell you I planned this gazebo, right? I seem to recall—”

  “You did. Amazing job.” He gave her a thumbs up.

  She smiled shyly. “I had the idea while I was plotting my novel.”

  There was a surprise. He sank to the mattress and propped his head in his hand. “Besides being Bree’s assistant, you’re also a novelist?”

  “Aspiring. I plan to write erotic romances. You guys have given me no end of ideas tonight for my heroes and what they should do with the heroine.”

  The inner alarm that hadn’t blared earlier, sounded loud and clear now. His warmth seeped away, replaced by clamminess. “That’s why you wanted to do this with me—us.”

  Her eyes rounded.

  He’d sounded sharper than he’d intended, but still needed an answer. “It’s the only—”

  “Of course not.” She pushed to a sitting position and crossed her arms, hurt on her face. “How can you even think such a thing? You seem like good guys. I thought you’d like to have fun, while also checking out this place for your music. Maybe I was wrong. But still… If I wanted to know what happens between men and women in the one-percent, I could easily hook up with a guy here, since everyone is rich or famous or both. If they didn’t pan out, I could watch what goes down.” She inclined her head to the spectator section.

  They’d slipped his mind. His face heated, shame replacing his indignation and distrust. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I shouldn’t have even thought it. Forgive me?”