Surrender

by Rue Volley

  He lowered to his knees and reached behind me, placing his fingers on the zipper that ran up the back of my one-piece. I reached down and stroked him with one hand as he unzipped it. He took his time, still surprising me. I have not had many lovers, but each one was always eager, always ready to fuck and not take pleasure in the small things, but he was different. He wanted to savor it and I wanted him to do just that. To make it last.

  He stood up, pulling me with him as he placed his fingers to the front of my corset-style top and pulled it down, exposing my breasts to him. His eyes lingered on them and made me feel like the woman had when she looked me over. He enjoyed my body, as I wanted to enjoy his. He lowered to his knees and pulled my one-piece down with him, kissing my breast, then my stomach and looking up at me as I reached down and touched his hair again. My fingers were gentle, as were his eyes. I lifted one foot and had the one-piece off with little to no effort. He stood up, his eyes taking me in as the lights flashed around the car and gave him glimpses of my breasts, my flat stomach, and my long legs. I had worn black lace panties, but considered not even wearing them, I was glad that I had now, as his fingers played along the top of them, his body moving in closer to mine and his lips clashed against my own. I leaned back as he held me, one hand steady to my back and one between us, his fingers twisting and hardening my nipple with each tiny turn.

  I looked upward and could see the lights overhead in the sky. The idea that police had arrived and that they were investigating the crash scene got me more excited than I expected it to. I then thought about the driver.

  “Was he dead?” I said as he stopped kissing my neck and leaned up to look into my eyes.

  “Did you want him more than you do me?”

  I shook my head ‘no’. He studied my face and then backed away from me.

  “I didn't want him at all. I want you, only you,” I said as he stepped up to me and touched my face with the back of his hand.

  “Prove it to me,” he whispered.

  I looked up and noticed the straps hanging from the ceiling and grinned. He lifted me up and I took one in each hand, making sure to twist them just enough to hold me. The leather ached at my wrists, but the pain was just an added pleasure that I so needed. He lifted my legs to his shoulders as I looked down at him and he pushed the edge of my panties over and slid his ridged tongue into my pussy. I rotated my hips as he squeezed at my ass. His tongue moved in and out, quicker and quicker, and he matched it with a low moaning. The vibration of sound just added to my own pleasure. My eyes became glossy as I watched him, his mouth hungry and searching me, as if he could never get enough. I cried out as the first small orgasm started to make its way up my abdomen and forced my stomach to become rock-hard. He slowed as he felt me coming and allowed his tongue to savor it, his lips pressed firm against me. His hands tightened and he jerked down, catching me as I moaned. He laid me onto my back with a speed I had never seen before. I could not care, the orgasm had me in its grip. My eyes closed, my mouth opened and he spread my legs, pulling his erect cock out and sliding it into me as my moaning became a deep growl. My orgasm was prolonged as my pussy tightened on his large cock. My head was light and my thoughts frantic. My body could only respond to one thing, the animalistic nature he was bringing out of me. I arched my back as he sat on his knees and placed his hands to my exposed stomach. He ran them up my sweat-drenched skin, his fingers spreading wide and then he leaned against me. He wrapped his arms under my back and listened to my heartbeat, steady and strong as the orgasm started to slow and then stop. My breathing was erratic, but he sat up and thrust forward. Wrapping one arm under each of my legs and keeping me steady. My involuntary screaming made him harden even further as he thrust again and again and forced my pussy to take all of what he had to give. I reached above me and clawed at the wood. My teeth gritting, my pussy aching, and all I wanted was for him to fuck me harder.

  I looked up at him and growled, “Fuck me like you hate me."

  He flipped me over and I cried out as my chest hit the wooden floor. He jerked my ass upward, my head on the floor. He shoved himself into me without mercy or any tenderness.

  “Ah! Yes!” I cried out as he pumped harder and harder into me, my legs ached, my head spun, and my pussy cried for mercy, but I truly wanted none. I wanted him to take every part of me and devour it as his own. He leaned forward and bit into my side, his teeth cutting flesh as I screamed and felt his body tense up. I tried to move, but his strength held me in place. The initial sting of his bite suddenly turned into pleasure, a pleasure I had never experienced before. It radiated out from my side and gripped me in its passionate embrace as he continued to bite into me. He released me and arched his back as the light played off of his elongated teeth, dripping with my blood. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me at a speed I could not even comprehend and I tried to breathe, but breathing became secondary as the waves of my second, third, then fourth orgasm exhausted me into the night.

  Chapter Two

  Keegan

  I cleared my throat, staring at my computer screen. The electronic bar blinked on and off as my chest rose and fell in unison. My breath had quickened, I could not help it. I looked around the library, so afraid someone would see me all flustered. My body was humming. Everything was…from my chest down to…. I hit “save” and closed my laptop, shocked at what I had just written. I stood up and slung it over my shoulder, then I gathered up the many books I had at my disposal. I clutched them to my chest and could only think of one thing…the train car and the sex. My God. The sex was good. Better than good and I could not believe that I wrote that. Me…Miss Avoiding-dick-in-college. Maybe my abstinence was a good thing. I started to walk, ready to go get some coffee, I so needed it. I had been writing for two hours and all of it was a huge, exhaustive turn on. The train car scene had seriously made me feel as if I was the one there with him…the mystery man. Oh man…he was just….

  “Fay, Fay? Fay!”

  I dropped my books and they rang out in the large library as they hit the wooden floor. I got a couple of shushes before I leaned down to pick them up. Gemma joined me, my best friend since high school, and I looked over at her. She started to help me gather up all the books. She eyed one she picked up for me. Suddenly, whispering in the library seemed to make sense to her, as she spoke to me in a low and cautious tone, “Kama Sutra?…ooooh la la.”

  I grabbed it from her and stacked it on top of the rest. I eyed her and then smiled. I could not help it. She always looks so endearing and friendly, with a splash of mischief. A mischief that always amused me.

  “I am writing a dirty book.” I said very quietly, in a half-whisper. I decided to just say it and not act as if I had suddenly become a pervert. As if I needed to read all about sex and how many positions you could get into without spraining your goods.

  She looked at me, her eyes wide and her tone got louder. “Oh my God!” she said as another shush came again from behind us.

  I stood up. “Let’s go get something to eat.” She shook her head and started to open her mouth, but she decided to hold it all in until we stepped outside.

  “Dirty, as in sex?” she asked as I walked down the long, white steps heading away from the library, which sat like a looming castle behind us. The sky had switched from a bright blue to gray while I sat in the library writing my first big sex scene in a train car. My heart fluttered as I thought about the straps above my heroine’s head…the cops, the vampire bite... then Gemma touched my arm and I looked at her. My face flushed with the memories of my mystery man’s lips against mine…I mean my character's, in the book. Jesus.

  “Sex, yes, a lot of it,” I said back to her, trying to calm my heartbeat.

  “Are you trying to jump on the sex-book train, Fay?” I laughed that she mentioned a train, if she only knew. That train would forever be burned into my mind.

  “No, this is not going to be for sale. I mean, I would die if people read it.”

  “Die, huh?” she said
as her smile became very wicked.

  “Yes, like I said it is dirty, I mean like really, really dirty.”

  “What is it called?” she asked and I could not help but grin.

  “Surrender.”

  “Oh, yummy…I like the sound of that.”

  I glanced at her and quickly hunched my shoulders, I had no intention of letting on how much I actually enjoyed writing it.

  “It is, but like I said, I am not going to show it to anyone.”

  She raised her hands and then let them drop to her sides. “Oh come on, Fay!” I know she wanted more, but I just couldn’t.

  I stopped and turned to her, “It’s embarrassing.” She laughed and leaned into my face. Her lips only a couple of inches from my own. She started to whisper.

  “Then why write it?” she asked as one of her eyebrows went up.

  I hesitated and then looked up at the sky as some rolling thunder sounded off in the distance.

  “To see if I can,” I looked back at her and grinned. “Life is all about trying new things, right?”

  She laughed as the first of the big drops came down on us and we had to hurry along and across the street to the café we often frequented together. I wish it had a cool name, but it really doesn’t. It is about as generic as it comes and only has a black and white sign that hangs over the top of it that says 'Campus Café'. I guess out of sheer boredom we had nicknamed it CC, and that was about as cool as it would get besides the fantastic coffee they served at all hours of the day and night. Coffee is a “thing” that Gemma and I have. She is my best friend, or as close to one as I could get. We went to high school together in a tiny little off-the-map town called Brayberry and we both decided that we would most certainly get the hell out and do the college thing before we even got through our freshman year. It was either that or find a man and do the family thing right there and we just didn’t want it, not at all. Not that there is anything wrong with wanting a family, I guess we both just wanted to experience more before that eventually happened later in life.

  We came to college together, and for the last three years we have been inseparable, but…well, things change. I felt as if I may be moving forward when Gemma was kind of stuck in that first year of college mode. She is all about dating and when I say “dating” I mean a lot. She dates at least three to four times a week, different guys and you would think that she is just suffering from ADD in the relationship department. She cannot commit, or even come close to it, and even though we both made a serious pact in high school to do “us” before we considered settling down, she was about twenty-five years from doing any settling of any sort. Me? Well, even though I am totally getting into writing this naughty story, I am starting to think about the future. Not just my career, but a future with someone. Who that someone is, well, that is a mystery. I highly doubt I will find him here. As if I am looking, because I am not.

  We stepped into the café and it was packed, as usual. Every table was taken, except for the black booth in the back, so I nodded to Gemma and headed towards it, while she walked up to the counter to order the usual for both of us. One tall vanilla latte, skim milk for her and a Carmel frap, of which I constantly took shit over, because I drink cold drinks in Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall. I don’t care what the weather is like outside. I hate things hot, even my food. I prefer it lukewarm. Maybe it was a leftover from working so much when I still lived at home; I had a part time job from the time I turned fifteen. I always ate quickly, as the breaks were short. I had saved every penny I made too, for this, for college. I ended up getting a scholarship, but the extra I had saved came in handy, so I regret none of it, not one Friday night I spent at the hardware store schlepping hammers, when others were out drinking themselves stupid.

  I sat down and then dropped all the books that I had in my hands when a man sat up across from me, his hair was a mess, but he was…well, he was very attractive. In a “catch me off guard” kind of way. I stared at him, like a creeper, until he smiled and straightened his black hair. His hands moved as I studied them closely and flashes of the lover in the train car seeped into my mind. His hands were so similar and I bit my bottom lip and leaned over to pick up the books I had dropped onto the floor.

  “Oh shit, what time is it?” he asked me, as I collected my dirty books once again.

  I looked at my watch and then spoke as he stood up and started to walk away from me. I mean did he or did he not want to know?

  “2:30,” I called out to him and he stopped and walked back to me. He leaned up on the table as I looked down. He reached over and I could smell him, a sweet blend of vanilla and sandalwood filled my nostrils. He grabbed his phone, which I did not even notice was sitting off to the side on the table. I cleared my throat and he stood up straight, taking his incredible smell with him.

  “Thank you…I’m Keegan, I don’t mean to be rude.”

  I looked up as he slid his phone into his back pocket.

  “Fay,” I said as he grinned. His eyes lingered on mine for a moment and then Gemma stepped up and smiled at me. She raised an eyebrow, with two fresh drinks in her hands.

  “Well, hello,” She said as Keegan turned and smiled at her.

  “Hi, Keegan,” he said.

  Gemma shook her head ‘no’. She motioned towards herself. “Gemma.”

  He rubbed his neck and laughed. “No, I mean… I am Keegan.”

  “Oh,” she said, as she added in her flirty laugh, which told me he was as cute as I thought that he was. Gemma and I seem to have the same taste in men.

  “You are welcome to stick around, Fay was just about to tell me about her sex book.” I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the booth.

  “Oh?” he said as he looked at me and I sighed. God Damn it Gemma.

  I fidgeted with hands under the table. “It’s just a hobby, a thing, it’s nothing, really.”

  Keegan sat down across from me and slid over as Gemma pushed her way next to him. She eyed him as she took a sip of her Latte. I reached up and fingered at my chilled frap on the table before me. I had a hard time looking at him, he had the prettiest blue eyes and flashes of my mystery lover in the book and Keegan started to blur in my mind. I cleared my throat and sucked it up. I was never this nervous about shit in my life, so I just dove in.

  “Sex is a hobby?” he asked, as he grinned. Gemma smiled and winked at me. She liked him, too much…too fast, as always with her.

  I didn’t hesitate to answer him. “I guess it could be, to some people I mean.”

  He leaned forward and interlocked his fingers on the table. “So, it’s about what then?” His eyes remained locked onto mine.

  I took a long drink through my straw, I blinked with one eye as a brain freeze came on. I am sure I look overtly attractive.

  “Well,” I set my drink down and coughed. I touched my forehead and he laughed again. I leaned back and tapped my fingers on the table.

  “It is about a girl who responds to an online ad, all it says is Surrender, on the ad I mean, and she goes to the link and…well, it is a sex club for people who want to have sex with other people they do not know.”

  “Fay! Wow!” Gemma said as she leaned back and laughed at me. I looked at her and then back to Keegan, who was not laughing. In fact, his expression was one of interest.

  “Go on.”

  I swallowed hard and then continued on, not wanting to give it all away, but happy someone cared to ask me about it with a certain degree of seriousness.

  “Well, she shows up on the top of a building with a card she received in the mail.”

  “Like a business card?” he asked me and I nodded.

  “Yeah, a black one with one number on it.”

  “That is weird.” Gemma said and I looked at her as one of my eyebrows rose, my expression stern, “It’s meant to be a mystery.”

  She shook her head and glanced at Keegan. “It’s freaky, I mean who looks for stuff like that online?”

  I looked down, a little bit embarrasse
d about it.

  “People who want more.” Keegan said with a soothing tone in his voice. I looked up at him. His eyes still locked onto mine. I cleared my throat and his interest helped fuel me.

  “Yeah, well anyway, she shows up and there’s this woman who kind of seduces her.”

  Gemma interrupted me, yet again. “Lesbians?” I swear for the first time since I met her, way back in middle school, she was kind of annoying me.

  “No, I mean kind of, but anyway…then there is this guy and she leaves with him.”

  “You mean you leave with him,” Keegan said and I looked at him and tilted my head.

  “Me?”

  He grinned, a grin that could mean trouble. “Well yeah, I always heard that authors write themselves into their own books.”

  I took a drink and tried to avoid that one. I mean, if that was me in the book then I am a dirty, dirty girl.

  “I mean, I guess, maybe a little, it is fiction… of course. I have to have a personality to weave into it, so maybe some of me is in there.”

  Gemma laughed, her interruptive short blast of sound she always uses to get attention. “Well, she is not writing it to sell it.”

  I looked at her and Keegan spoke up. “Then why are you writing it?” he asked me and I sighed.

  “I guess, to see if I could…” I swallowed hard and then went on, it was too late to be coy now. “I woke up one morning and it... it was just a dream that I had.”

  Gemma took a drink and then leaned up. “You did not tell me you were having sex dreams, Fay.”

  “I wasn’t, I just…I don’t know. I probably won’t even finish it.”

  “Well, I think you should,” Keegan said as my eyes darted to him. His expression was that of curiosity and I could not help but feel a slight blush coming on. He really seemed to be interested in all of this and it was nice, in a weird, ‘sharing shit I probably should not be’ kind of way. He looked at my watch, reaching out and turning my wrist so he could see it. His touch sent a strange feeling up my arm and instead of jerking back I just stared at his hand like a freak. He let go of my wrist and tapped Gemma’s arm, pointing out of the booth.