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CONTENTS
An eRedSage Publishing Publication
Nameless Surrender
To My Reader:
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 1
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 2
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 3
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 4
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 5
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 6
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 7
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 8
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 9
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 10
Nameless Surrender: Chapter 11
About the author:
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Kristin Daniels
author of
Nameless Surrender
Winner of the
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Nameless Surrender
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by Kristin Daniels
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To My Reader:
The idea for Dean and Zoe's story came to me, oddly enough, while I was in the shower (as a mother of three, that's the one place I can go to do some serious brainstorming!). I hope you enjoy reading along as Dean and Zoe grow and discover that hearts can be mended, and that the truth doesn't always have to hurt.
A big thank you: To my CPs—all of whom are invaluable. This story would not be what it is if it weren't for them. To my kids (who better not be reading this!), who were so understanding as I locked myself in my bedroom day after day trying to meet the deadline. And finally, to my husband ... words really aren't enough.
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Nameless Surrender: Chapter 1
Zoe loved this part.
The waiting. The anticipation.
Simon secured the blindfold and smoothed his fingers down the side of her neck. “Anything else I can do, Ms. Grant?"
She shuddered at the light touch. “No, Simon. Thanks."
Muffled footsteps fell across the thick carpet toward the door. “I'll let him know you're ready then."
Oh, yeah. Ready and willing. She needed this. Craved it. All too quickly, this had become her favorite form of release.
She pulled against the straps attached to the fur-lined wrist and ankle cuffs. Tethered to the ceiling via a simple pulley system, her arms stretched high above her head in an exaggerated Y. The cuffs at her ankles—clasped to metal hoops hidden within the carpet—presented her in a carnal display.
Blind and spread wide, she stood in limbo, poised in the middle of the room.
She never knew how long she'd have to wait. Oftentimes only moments, but he'd toyed with her before. The last time he stalled for at least fifteen minutes. She got so worked up waiting that she came with the first stroke to her clit.
He mastered her body and her needs. Yet she'd never seen him, nor did she know his name. When she'd sought out this club three months ago, that had been top priority. No names, no talking. The blindfold had been essential. She didn't want to see who touched her. The anonymity, along with the desire to abandon control, suited her as well as thrilled her. The owner of Entice—this private-members-only adult club—made assurances she could match Zoe with the perfect member to meet her wishes.
Oh, she'd been so right.
Coming here fast became the highlight of her week. No matter how chaotic and frenzied her life happened to be, no matter how the demands of her family and career took over, she could count on this.
Her guilty pleasure. Her willing compliance.
The door squeaked ever so slightly when it opened and within seconds his familiar cologne wafted through the room. Thank God he didn't make her wait long tonight. Honestly, she wasn't sure she'd have been able to handle that.
Heavy but even breaths filled her ears. An electrified aura surrounded her as he drew near. She licked the dryness from her lips.
Footfalls circled before stopping behind her. He twisted her left wrist, examined the security of the cuff and checked the other before lazily running a warm finger along her arm, across her shoulder and down her spine. With a quick flick of his hand, he released her strapless bra and let it fall to the floor. Her heart thudded a steady beat inside her chest.
Lower his fingers traveled, skimmed down the dip of her waist and over the swell of her hip until they came to the edge of the matching thong she'd worn just for him.
"Tsk, tsk."
He fisted the thin material and ripped the seams of her fancy underwear. He pulled the scrap away, stroking the fabric along her inner folds. She bit her lower lip and mewled like a helpless kitten. God, when he did that....
Her lingerie budget certainly had increased in the last three months, but Zoe couldn't care less about the money. If she needed to, she'd buy stock in every panty manufacturer out there, so long as it meant he'd keep doing that.
He circled her waist with strong arms, pressed his mouth to her shoulder and inhaled deep, his wide chest bare and warm against her back. The soft leather of his pants brushed her naked ass, and should the opportunity ever arise, she'd revel in ripping them off him just as he'd done to her.
A fine sheen of anticipatory sweat covered her. The air in the room c
ooled her skin as he glided his hands over the dampness. He stopped to cup her heavy breasts while his lips tortured that too-sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He nipped and sucked, stroked and caressed, and drove her need higher.
Her head fell back to his shoulder of its own volition and her breath struggled to leave her lungs. A soft moan rose from her throat when his fingers moved to the center of her breasts. With just the right amount of pressure, he rolled and tugged her nipples, a maneuver that never failed to make her incredibly aroused.
She arched into him, pressing her rear against his thickness. At first he responded with a thrust of his own, the hard ridge of his cock a perfect fit in the crevice of her ass. Its stiffness, not to mention the impressive length and width, made her writhe, wanting everything she knew he could deliver.
He stepped back and released her as he always did when she dared any control. She knew if he was to speak, he'd tell her she'd be punished for her attempt at taking even the slightest bit of command. Sometimes, like now, she did it just to rile him so he would punish her.
Tonight she sought the pain.
A drawer opened and she heard the scrape of wood on wood coming from near the bed on the opposite side of the room. A thud of rubber and tinkle of metal scuffed the bottom as he rummaged through it. She envisioned him sorting through a vast array of devices, selecting his favorite.
What would he choose? With an eagerness to meet her so-called punishment, she pulled against the restraints. Her breaths came in short, ragged pants and her mouth watered.
He returned to stand before her, and his hot tongue licked along the seam of her lips. She opened, tried to catch it, but his quickness forced the elusion.
What the hell's with this teasing mood tonight? She'd never felt him quite like this before.
Past the time for some real, physical, sexually heated contact. She groaned. Ignoring her wordless plea, he only chuckled. The tone was deep and throaty, and in the back of her mind she conjured an image of him, dark and ready as he stared at her with heat burning in his eyes.
Tall, she knew. Wide, she'd felt. Strong and muscular, without a doubt. But the vision behind her blinded eyes now—the clear one of dark hair and even darker eyes—surprised her. With his preference for leather pants and his....
No! Stop it!
Waxing poetic about her mysterious cohort would do her no good. She quashed her mental ramblings and concentrated on more imperative physical needs. In the simplest of terms, she needed to be fucked good and hard, the way he'd done so many times before. She meant to use this time for what she originally intended—to let loose and forget. Only that mattered now. He wasn't her lover and this wasn't another relationship. No way, no how. She didn't need one, didn't want one.
He kissed her then, his lips tasting of tequila and salt. Caught up in the middle of the mind-tingling sensations his mouth created, she was shocked by the sudden pinch of each nipple. She pulled away from his mouth and gasped, tossed her head back and hissed out the inhaled air. Jesus, he knew just when to surprise her. The clamps dug into her nipples, stung and burned, but in such a good way.
"Shhh,” he whispered while he massaged her breasts around the clips.
Such easy terms were allowed, but no words were to be spoken, ever. She'd caught herself a time or two, nearly calling out in the desperate throes of physical desire. The pact they'd agreed upon before their first encounter, along with these wordless exchanges, tested her at every turn. But inside her, this kind of denial and the unspoken contradiction to conventionalism spurred her on.
His lips returned, softer than before, and she drank in his kiss. Right now, she needed his touch, his power. Desperation to forget her day-to-day life and all its demands ran through every crevice inside her.
She wanted it this way.
The warmth of his tongue tangled with hers and removed all deep thought as he forced to the front of her mind the corporeal reason she stood bound in the center of this room.
With a scrape of his fingernails down her sides, he devoured her mouth. The scratches ran deep, the bite from them exciting her further. She knew red lines would score her skin tomorrow. Each time they were together, he marked her. A hickey on her inner thigh, an innocuous bruise on her hip, sometimes teeth marks under her breast. A simple, albeit extraordinary, reminder of what they had shared.
When he pulled away, she whimpered. Yes, she wanted him to do more to her—with her—but at the same time, she savored every one of his expertly delivered kisses.
The rasp of a zipper lowering made the little whimper evolve into a low groan. Soon he would be naked, rub against her, plunge inside her. The anticipation made her sex throb and her pulse hammer.
The pressure on the wrist cuffs suddenly eased. He placed his large hand on the crown of her head and pushed down, loosened the straps through the pulley and tightened them again once she rested on her knees. She struck a classic submissive pose, kneeling with her thighs spread wide and her head lowered. Difficult to do with arms still above her head, but if he wanted her like this, she'd do her best to comply.
He grasped her chin in his fingers and tilted her face upward. His feet grazed the outside of her calves and the thickness of his erection pressed against her lips. She opened for him and stroked her tongue over the condom-covered head of his cock.
A rumble emanated deep within his chest. She licked and teased him a bit before sucking him into her mouth. He grabbed a bound wrist with one hand and fisted the other in the hair at the nape of her neck, then set a steady rhythm, a slow, easy fucking of her mouth.
She relaxed her throat to take him deeper while short pants rasped through her nostrils. She wriggled her ass, conscious of the fact there would be a puddle of juices under her, but not caring. When she did this, pleased him like this, it did more to her mind and body than she wanted to admit.
The speed of his thrusts increased and his movements became jerky. She knew he edged that fine line, close to completion. It never concerned her that he often came first. He had done so plenty of times and always grew hard again within minutes. Could that be a sign of a voracious sexual appetite? Or perhaps it alluded to his age? Maybe he simply wanted her that much.
"Ah.... “he moaned. “Fu...."
A tingle of pride ran through her at his close fumble. Good to know she could penetrate his control, have him so close to breaking the rules they themselves set.
His hand left her wrist to settle against her cheek. He plunged deeply into her mouth and slid down her throat, stilling as he held her head tight. The pulsations of his cock along her tongue made her entire body shiver. Her nipples tightened when he moaned, and she relished every second of his release.
Breathing hard, he withdrew from her and pulled the straps to bring her back to a standing position.
With no preamble, he began to feast on her. His thumbs spread her pussy lips and his hot tongue dove deep, spearing into her. A long, throaty groan rose from inside her. God, if he'd only move his thumb, just half an inch...
As if reading her mind, he did just that. She gasped loudly, bit her lip to keep from crying out. He was killing her, his expert tongue dancing along nerve endings desperate for attention.
He shifted, his mouth and fingers changing places. He licked her clit, tongued it hard. All the while he plunged his fingers inside her, sank them deep over and over again until she hung on the precipice of sweet release.
Outside her body, everything faded into nothingness. He knew exactly what to do to drive her insane, precisely how to play her body to perfection. The stress of her daily life disappeared, her burdens vanished. Nothing else mattered. Right now, in this moment in time, her entire world revolved around him, his tongue and fingers.
Every lick felt enhanced, every dip into her body heightened her arousal further until she fell, sucked into a realm so hot that her body became fire. Her skin burned and tingled as if electricity coursed through every cell. A harsh groan rose out of her. Guttural. P
rimal.
Through the murky haze created by her orgasm, she became faintly aware of him snapping off the used condom and ripping open the wrapper of a fresh one. In the span of seconds he unlatched the ankle cuffs and lifted her legs to wrap around his hips as he thrust into her. The shock of the sudden intrusion and the wide girth of his cock cleared the cloud in her head and made her scream. His huge hands gripped her hips and rocked her hard into him. Tension built once more. He momentarily released her to pluck the clamps from her nipples. The swift rush of blood returning to them sent her soaring through sensations that promised to be the end of her.
His groans rivaled hers as his hands returned to her hips, dug in and held tight. He pushed and pulled her, faster and faster, over and over again, extending her climax until he moaned loud and long with his own.
With quick movements he unfastened the cuffs at her wrists and seized her body, clamped her to his heaving chest and dropped to his knees. She naturally clutched him, her nearly numb arms clinging to the strong muscles of his back and shoulders while he lowered her to the floor, still heavy inside her.
She sighed deeply as he kissed her and withdrew from her body. The kiss seemed different. Much about this night had felt different. More passionate, perhaps. He lifted her in his arms, carried her across the room and laid her gently on the soft bed. He brushed a finger along her forehead and skimmed the lace edge of the blindfold. She stilled with a sudden panic he'd remove it and break their pact. But he didn't and within seconds he left, the only tangible reminder of their time together being the tingles he'd created within her and the spicy scent of his cologne that lingered on her skin.
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Nameless Surrender: Chapter 2
Dean hated this part.
The stopping. The leaving.
He needed to get out of here before he lost control. Still breathing hard, he grabbed his pants, yanked them on and went for the door. He fell against the wall outside his private room and ran his hands over his face in an attempt to steady his heart rate and gather his thoughts. They swirled in his head, splintered off in a hundred different directions and fucked with his mind.
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