Delicate Surrender : A Club Temptation Novella (Club Temptation Collection)

by Dani Rene

  We don’t speak.

  We can’t.

  And I know I’m already in too deep.

  Chapter 12

  Gideon

  One week later

  We’re lounging on the sofa in her apartment, and I notice Clover reading on her Kindle, but I haven’t asked what she’s so engrossed in. The smile on my face hasn’t left since I first saw her in Temptation, and being in her home with her feels natural.

  “You know,” she says, setting the device beside her and meeting my stare, “I’d like us to…” her words taper off into the quiet of the room, and her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. It’s endearing. I enjoy seeing her out of her comfort zone.

  “What’s wrong, little one?”

  “We haven’t had like, vanilla sex yet,” she tells me, her lips pursing into a pout that makes me chuckle.

  “I have to correct you there, little one,” I respond with a grin. “We haven’t made love yet.” Even as I tell her that, my cock thickens with the thought of sliding inside her body.

  “Then you better fix that,” Clover quips, her smile lighting up her face, which only makes me want to steal it and kiss her. But before I do that, I run my hands over her shoulders, down to her ass, gripping her cheeks and pulling her against me. I rise, lifting her along with me, making her wrap her legs around my waist, and I gesture with my chin.

  “Bedroom?”

  “Down the hall, last door on your left.” I follow her directions, and soon enough, we’re in a softly muted tone room—whites, cream, and soft pink. Setting her on the bed, I step back and unbutton my shirt slowly. Her gaze is locked on my movements, and I notice how she squirms when I shrug off the material, allowing it to fall to the floor behind me.

  Next to go are my slacks, then my shoes. Socks are last. The only item I leave on are my boxer briefs. Dropping to my knees, I grip Clover’s thighs and spread them wide. She’s wearing a dress, so it’s easy to watch the hemline shift up her thighs.

  Soon enough, I have a view of her pink panties. They’re silky, but they’re also sheer, which offers a view of her pussy that’s already soaked. The spot on the gusset of the material makes my cock throb against my zipper.

  “Is my little one wet and needy?” I question from the floor, taking in her flushed cheeks.

  “Yes, Sir.” Two words that test my restraint.

  “I don’t know how gentle I can be with you whimpering like that,” I warn her when I allow my thumbs to caress her soft skin. Slowly, I move my hands higher until my fingers find her core, warm and slick. She moves against me, her hips lifting to meet my ministrations, and her hands fly up to my shoulders, holding on to me as if I were her lifeline.

  “Please, oh God, please,” Clover whispers, a soft mewl tumbling from her lips as she rides out her pleasure on my fingers as I dip them past her panties and into her tight body.

  Her walls convulse around both digits, and her juices drip from her pussy as I continue finger fucking her until she’s crying out my name, which only seems to bounce off the walls and surround us in a chorus of euphoria.

  I don’t stop, even though I know she’s coming down from the high. I move my fingers deeper, faster. Her eyes are wide on me now, her mouth forming a perfect O as she shudders in my arms. She’s close to a second orgasm when I lean in and suckle the smooth skin of her neck into my mouth.

  Her sweet scented flesh is delicious, like candy, and I lick the spot, before biting down and tugging it between my teeth, suckling harder, hoping I mark her as mine with just that single action.

  “Please, p-please, Gideon, oh fuck,” she hisses as I crook my fingers, pressing against the spot that I know will send her over the edge. And seconds later, I’m gifted with another shattering release as she digs her nails into my shoulders, and her body detonates around my fingers.

  I slow down, calming the movement of my hand, and gently pull out of her drenched cunt. It’s shimmering with her orgasm, with the juices of her pleasure, and I lean in to lap it up. I don’t move fast, because I want to savor her like a fine wine. Drink her up like the most expensive alcohol. She’s a drug to me, addictive and all-consuming.

  Her flavor bursts on my tongue, and I have to close my eyes and focus to keep from coming in my boxers. It would be easy to let go and pin her down and take her, but I need it to be special. I want her to remember every second of tonight.

  When I look up at her, I notice she’s come down from the high, and that’s when I move backward, wanting to see her blooming rosy cheeks and her pouty parted lips. She’s watching me with affection and need.

  “Ready for me, little one?” I question with a smile as I rise and watch her. When our tests came back negative, and we were safe to do this without protection, I knew I couldn’t wait for too long.

  “Yes, Sir,” she mumbles softly.

  “And you remembered your pill?” I ask, and her cheeks turn into a pinkish hue that has me throbbing once more.

  “I did, Sir.”

  Keeping my hands behind my back, I tell her, “Then take off my underwear and take what’s yours.” I’m offering her the control, for now, and when she’s ready, I’ll take over. Her hands come up to the waistband of my boxers, and she tugs them down my legs, and I step out of them.

  My cock is hard, jutting out toward her, and I watch in awe as her pouty lips wrap around the crown, and she slowly swallows me until I hit the back of her throat. A soft murmur vibrates through the shaft, and I have to bite my lip to keep from grabbing her and slamming into her deeper. She holds my thighs, keeping control of me as she bops her head back and forth.

  “Fuck,” I hiss the word when she flicks the tip of her tongue against the underside of my cock. Electricity shoots through every nerve in my body, and it feels as if I’m a live wire about to crack and burst.

  Clover moves back onto the mattress. Her legs are spread for me, allowing me to settle between her thighs. The heat of her pussy is right on my dick, causing it to throb.

  Reaching between us, I grip my shaft and line it up with her entrance, before I sink inch by inch into her. Her hands find my shoulders, and her nails once again dig into the flesh, as her back arches.

  Her body accepts me, sucking me into her. The warmth and slickness of her walls have me groaning as pleasure takes hold of me, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Once I’m fully seated, I stop, watching her face as she realizes I’m deep inside her now.

  Those beautiful eyes are pinned on mine, her mouth the perfect O, and her lips taunt me. I steal them with my own and start moving. Back and forth, feeling every part of her take me.

  Her moans are swallowed by my grunts. Our breaths are one as I finally claim her. I want every part of her to be mine. Pulling out, I sink back in. I know I can’t hold out much longer, but for now, I focus on how tight she is, how beautifully wet she is for me, soaking my cock with her juices.

  Her hands twine around my neck, and her legs wrap around my waist. She pulls me closer, impossibly so until I cannot focus on being gentle as my hips slam her into the mattress.

  Again and again.

  Her body tightens and pulses, milking my dick for all it’s worth, and I finally groan out my release. Emptying myself inside her, as the waves of my orgasm shudder through me like a goddamned tsunami.

  We both still, our eyes locked on each other. A shy smile curls Clover’s lips, and I lean in to claim it. I want to own it all, all her moans and whimpers, all her smiles and laughs. Every breath she takes, I want it to be mine.

  My possessive nature takes hold of me, forcing me to admit my feelings for her are real. But I want to learn who she is as well, inside and out.

  “What’s your favorite color?” I question randomly.

  A giggle slips from her lips, and her brows furrow in confusion. “You’re asking me that now?” she asks incredulously, and all I can do is shrug. With a roll of her eyes, she responds, “Blue.”

  “And what’s your favorite food?”

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her laugh before she tells me, “Sushi, with extra wasabi.”

  “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a raw fish kind of girl,” I tell her playfully as I pull her over me and roll over. Once she’s straddling me, I watch as her body trembles when I slip from her. I’ve softened for now, but if she keeps wiggling her pert little ass on me like that, I’ll be hard in no time again.

  “I like avocados, rice, and I love salmon.” She shrugs. “What’s not to love about sushi?” She scrunches her nose, leans in, and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

  “And what about your favorite drink?”

  “Mm…” She thinks about it for a moment before responding, “Iced caramel latte with an extra shot of espresso.” Her words are breathy along my ear, and my neck and I feel blood coursing down toward my dick.

  “If you keep sitting on me like that, I’m going to have to fuck you again,” I warn her. All thoughts of asking her questions have evaporated from my mind.

  Clover swiftly tumbles to the mattress beside me before she asks, “Who broke your heart?” The question comes out of nowhere, and the moment she asks it, I have to fight the need to run. I’ve never spoken to anyone about what happened. I didn’t want to force myself to think about the pain I felt seeing my ex with someone else.

  All the while I was with her, she was mine, all mine, and then she gave herself to someone else. Another Dominant who offered her what I couldn’t. She wanted a ring, and I couldn’t give her that. I believed I could never be that.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “No, come on, Gideon,” Clover says as I push off the bed. Sitting on the edge, I lean my head in my hands.

  I want to tell her, but I don’t want her to see how weak I am. I’m meant to be in control, but right now, with her asking me about my past, I feel like I’m spiraling out of control. Not in a bad way, but more like the need to give her all of me.

  “If you want me, I want you, all of you, so please, allow me to learn who you are,” Clover pleads with me, and I can’t fight her. I can’t deny that she’s right. I came here tonight to finally take a chance again, on my heart and on a relationship.

  Turning to my pretty little Clover, I sigh, knowing I’m giving myself wholly to a girl and taking a chance. The same thing Oliver had told me to do when I first asked for his advice. And I know there’s no going back now.

  Chapter 13

  Clover

  When I open my eyes, I find myself alone in bed. I don’t hear a sound in the apartment, and I wonder if Gideon left for work, or if he’s decided this wasn’t a good idea. The latter makes my chest tighten, so I force myself up and attempt to shake it off.

  He told me he wanted me. He didn’t sound like he was lying, but I’ve been stupid with guys before. I grab a pair of shorts and slip them on, along with a tank top before I pad through the apartment to find it empty.

  On the coffee table is a note lying in wait for me. Picking it up, I note the scrawl that I recognize as Gideon’s.

  I had an early meeting. I’ll send a car for you later. Have lunch with me.

  That’s all it says, but I can’t help but smile at him leaving me a note. He didn’t have to; he could’ve sent me a text message. Which reminds me of my phone. Heading back into the bedroom, I find my mobile on the nightstand, but there’s nothing waiting for me.

  Setting it back down, I make my way to the kitchen and grab one of my favorite mugs, placing it on the drip tray of my Keurig machine, before tapping the button for a large coffee.

  While it whirs to life, I open the window and take a long, deep inhale of the fresh morning air. It’s only eight, and I don’t have anything to do today since the sound technician is mixing what we recorded yesterday.

  I need a day off to rest my voice, so I plan to vegetate on the couch with a book. Since Gideon only wants to have lunch, I have the whole morning before I have to be ready. Once my mug is filled with steaming liquid, I make a beeline for the couch and settle on the cushions, grabbing the remote to turn on the television.

  Flicking through the channels, I find nothing of interest, so I leave it on MTV and grab my Kindle, which is always within reach.

  I open the book I’d been reading and get lost in the words as I sip my coffee, but nothing can take away the memory of last night. Or how Gideon took me, and how much I craved more. I know he enjoys the BDSM lifestyle, and I ponder just how I can make him see that I want it too.

  I want to see what he can do—cuffs, floggers, even wax—and an idea is sparked when I continue scanning the words of my book. The story itself focuses on a BDSM club in Chicago, and the Dominant in question enjoys binding his beautiful submissive, spanking her, and taunting her until she’s begging for more.

  I want that with Gideon. And I know exactly how I’m going to make it happen.

  It doesn’t take long for me to make my way to the offices. I should’ve let Gideon know that I’m not home, but I wanted to surprise him. He’s not expecting me right now, but I know he doesn’t have a meeting until eleven. That gives us forty minutes alone before he has to focus on work.

  The taxi made it here in record time, and when I enter the building, I’m greeted with smiles from the staff. After coming here for the past few days, I’ve become a recognizable face, which is nice. It makes me feel welcome, as if I’m home.

  When I started singing, I always felt as if I was an outcast amongst my friends. Most of them were out having fun, going to the cinema, having sleepovers, while I was forced to classes where I would learn how to train my voice.

  I know it was important for me to do, but deep down, I sometimes feel as if I didn’t get a chance to be a child. I didn’t get a chance to do the things my friends did. Perhaps that’s why at times, I feel the need to let go.

  I enjoy allowing someone else to take care of me for a change, instead of me having to be the adult. My psychiatrist told my stepmother that I needed it, but both her and dad didn’t care. They didn’t concern themselves with me as long as I was doing well with my vocal coach and winning competitions across the country.

  The elevator spits me out on the eighth floor, and I find Allyson sitting at her desk. She glances up when she sees me and offers me a smile.

  “Hi, I didn’t realize you were in today. Gideon is at a meeting with the bosses, so he’s not available.” She rises, rounding her desk to settle on the edge while she speaks to me.

  “That’s okay, I’ll wait. If that’s okay?”

  Allyson nods. “Sure, I don’t see why it would be a problem. If you’d like, you can sit in Gideon’s office. His sofa is much more comfortable than the chairs I have out here.” She turns and leads me down the hall.

  Taking her in, I notice her chestnut curls are pinned haphazardly, and normally, I would consider it messy, but it’s done stylishly, with a black butterfly clip that’s holding most of it together.

  Her ensemble is professional—a black pencil skirt with a bright red blouse—and she reminds me of Chelsea when she’s going out to meetings. Stylish, formal, yet sexy as well. I’ve never been like that, with my ripped jeans that used to drive Greta insane, and the high Doc Martens I used to wear all day every day.

  “Here you go,” Allyson gestures toward the couch.

  “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

  “Anytime. He shouldn’t be too much longer, so make yourself comfortable.” Once she leaves me, I can’t tamper down the excitement that’s coursing through my veins.

  Moving to his desk, I pull out his chair and shrug off my jacket. It doesn’t take long for me to settle in the soft cushions and lean back until I know the moment he opens the office door, all he’ll see is me in a soft pink lace negligee.

  The way it holds my breasts and hugs my slight curves makes me feel sexy. Loosening the clip in my hair, I allow the waves to fall down my back. Taking strands on either side and letting them fall over my shoulders, I relax and take a few deep long breaths to calm my nerves.

  I haven’t done
anything like this before, and I’m more than nervous. I want it to be perfect. I want to turn him on, make him see that I’m all woman. With some gloss on my lips, I pout them a few times to get the perfect pose and settle back.

  I’m not sure how much time passes of me scrolling through my phone, but when I hear voices on the other side of the door, my heart kicks in my chest. I hear Gideon saying goodbye to someone, but I’m not familiar with the other man’s voice.

  Soon enough, the door swings open and there on the other side are three sets of eyes—Gideon and twin strangers. All three men stop dead in their tracks, one of them grins, the other blatantly peruses my body, and Gideon doesn’t look all that happy.

  “I’m sorry about this, gentlemen, I’ll have to sort this out,” Gideon tells them before they shake hands and walk away. He doesn’t enter his office for a while, and I have to grab my jacket to pull it back on to keep myself from puking. I’m so embarrassed, I don’t know where to look.

  The door clicking captures my attention, and soon enough, Gideon is inches from me. He leans in. With his thumb, he tips my head backwards, so I’m looking directly into those green eyes.

  “Care to explain why me and both my bosses just saw you dressed like a naughty little girl?” His voice is husky, gravel coating every word, and I know I’m in trouble.

  “I-I-I…” Shaking my head, I breathe once more before I respond. “I wanted to surprise you.”

  “Oh, you definitely did that.” He chuckles, but the sound isn’t his normal happy tone. This time, it’s dark and foreboding. “I want you to go home. Wait for me until I get home tonight. You’ll not touch yourself, you’ll not even shower until I get there.”

  “But—”

  “I wasn’t done.” He taps my lips with the tip of his index finger to keep me quiet. “Then at four-thirty, I want you to put on the short plaid skirt I saw in your closet. You’ll also wear a pretty white blouse with nothing underneath.”