Surrender

by Alvania Scarborough

"Riana?"

  The deep, rough, utterly masculine tone went straight to her pussy. Schooling her expression, she turned.

  And nearly dropped the glass of wine.

  Darias was kneeling on the floor, his forehead touching the carpet. Large hands, tanned and rough and scarred from work and war, held the cheeks of his ass apart.

  She swallowed, her eyes filling with unfamiliar tears.

  Throat tight, her mouth opened but words wouldn't come.

  "Riana ... Mistress, please take what belongs to you. Everything that belongs to you."

  Riana pulled herself together. Crossing the small space separating them, she laid one hand on his thick wrist. She was proud of the calm, steady cadence to her voice. “Do not move.” Stroking the hair-roughened skin of his wrist, she asked softly, “Are you sure? Once you give yourself to me, I will not allow you to change your mind."

  "I'm sure."

  She gave one last, soft, lingering stroke to his wrist as she trailed her fingers to the small of his back. There, she rested her palm. “Tell me."

  He didn't pretend that he didn't understand exactly what she meant. “I want you to take me, cock, balls"—a fine quiver rippled under his skin ... “ass. Any way you please."

  "What if I want to take you hard, slam a cock as large as yours into that tight hole and make no concessions for the fact you ass is virgin?"

  Another one of those subtle, barely there shivers. “Yes, Mistress. I trust you to see to my needs.” It was what he didn't say, that her heart heard.

  One tear slid down her cheek. She moved away, sat down in the chair behind the desk.

  The view was extraordinary.

  But it wasn't the view that heated her insides and melted her heart.

  Darias trusted her. Really trusted her.

  The ultimate Alpha warrior willingly gave his body, his pleasure and his emotions into her keeping.

  Darias was hers.

  As she was his.

  Crossing her legs, she steepled her fingers beneath her chin and tasted the words again.

  Darias was hers.

  "Spread your knees one meter apart.” He immediately complied. The position opened him to her completely. She could see his huge balls and a good portion of the long, heavy, fully erect cock. And the small, dark opening.

  Long minutes passed. She could tell by the stiffening in the broad shoulders that a mixture of lust and fear had taken hold of him. She let it build. Finally, she rose and retrieved the small bottle of oil she kept in the right-hand drawer.

  And one other item that she placed on the scarf that trailed between his spread knees.

  Coating her fingers, she played lightly around the ring of muscle.

  It squeezed tight.

  She smacked his ass, a light, stinging pop that heated rather than punished.

  "Mine."

  She heard him swallow. “Yours, Mistress."

  Riana probed the tight ring with the tip of her index finger.

  His breath became rushed, light. He started as she eased one finger inside, deep inside. Instantly, her finger was engulfed in heat. Riana closed her eyes as her own need built again.

  But first she must see to his.

  A small, not altogether comfortable smile, curved her lips.

  A second finger joined the first.

  His breath became small pants. Beneath the surface of his skin, one quiver joined another. He was apprehensive.

  Riana saw more than he would have been comfortable with had he known. This was the giving up of control on a level that Darias both craved and dreaded. They both knew that once he permitted this act, no, surrendered willingly, nothing would be the same. He'd belong to her—in her mind and, more importantly, in his. In that moment, Riana knew she understood Darias better than he understood himself. That was okay. She was there to catch him when he fell.

  Contentment mixed with arousal. This is what had been missing all these sennights since she gave Darias the new rules. Why she hadn't enjoyed his surrenders, his sensual punishments, as fully as she should have. Even tonight, when he'd been pleasuring her, she'd kept an emotional distance between them. The deepest, most basic level of her soul had recognized the edge of cruel punishment she'd used against them both.

  Her anger and need for revenge had ruled.

  She carefully stretched the virgin tissue, slowly pumping her fingers in and out. Small grunts and moans kept rhythm with her. Scissoring her fingers in his ass, she poured oil directly in the dark opening with her other hand. Not for the world would she abuse his trust by truly hurting him tonight. Only when both fingers slipped easily in and out of his flesh, did she add a third finger.

  He jerked. “Mistress?” Uncertainty darkened his voice to pure midnight.

  "Shh.” She twisted her fingers, stretching him further. “Relax, my warrior.” This time, when she thrust inside slowly, she made sure she pressed the bundle of nerves in his hot channel.

  "Ahh. I don't think that's helping me to relax.” He gave a strained chuckle.

  She touched the bundle of nerves again.

  He groaned, the muscles of his sphincter clamping down on her fingers.

  She retrieved the item off of the scarf. The night of the semi-public spanking in the garden, she'd been unable to sleep after she'd finished punishing him. Restless, discontent, an unaccountable sensation uncomfortably close to guilt driving her, she'd left their bed and gone to her ship. Once there she had programmed his measurements into a machine she'd traded for on NAXH281. What had emerged was a work of art.

  It was a dildo like none else in the galaxy. Almost an exact duplicate of Darias’ cock, down to the veins roping the velvet-soft length. Embedded in the bio-synthetic flesh were nerve-endings that transferred sensation from the smaller cock at the other end. As she fucked him, she would feel each clench of muscle, each ripple of response and, when she came, a warm viscous oil, much like a man's sperm, would eject inside his body.

  Since the morning she'd given Darias back his leather breeches, she'd kept it in the desk, hoping against hope that one day he'd allow her to use it, but reluctant to push.

  Now she was free to satisfy them both.

  This time she lightly scraped her nails over the bundle of nerves deep inside his ass.

  He groaned. His body gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat. A bead rolled down the valley of his spine.

  She caught it on the tip of her tongue, taking that tiny part of him inside her.

  A flash of lightning gleamed off of his powerful flanks, brining to light his masculine beauty, muscles shifting and sliding under the skin of his back, his cheeks clenching and releasing against the pleasure.

  Pulling her fingers from him, she teased the opening, rimming it with a barely-there pressure.

  His buttocks tightened, capturing the motion.

  She probed again, testing the tight ring of muscle.

  "Riana. Mistress,” he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that she was sure he wasn't even aware of making.

  Leaning over his back, she put her mouth next to his ear. “Do you want this?” She let the words heat his skin, sending a cold chill across his flesh. “Do you want me?"

  "I think I might die without you inside me.” There was a touch of humor in the strained tones. And a wealth of need.

  She stood up and stepped into the harness containing the dildo. Riana hissed as the replica of his cock slipped into her heated channel.

  She gnawed on her lip. Krel, she had to make this good for him. Her hands shook as she tightened the leather straps of the harness.

  Oh, krel, she was going to blow this. Her control was shot to Tartarius.

  Riana stiffened her knees. No, she refused to fail.

  She moved behind him.

  She placed her hands on the powerful haunches. Ever-so-slow, she eased the head of the cock against the small hole.

  The lubricant made it easy to slide the tip into his heat. A hiss of pleasure escaped her as the nerve-endings in the cock in D
arias transmitted the sensations directly into her pussy.

  "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” she panted. Goddess, if this was what a man felt when he made love to a woman, it was a wonder anyone ever got out of bed.

  "Hurts. Burns.” He sucked a deep breath, his muscles quivering against the invasion.

  She pushed a little deeper, unable to help herself.

  His fingers dug into the plush carpet.

  "Bad?"

  "Unhh.” He pulled forward and just as quickly pushed back.

  She leaned forward, pressing her mouth just below his shoulder blade. Heat and wet satin. He tasted totally male and all Darias. “Bear down,” she whispered. “It will help."

  She pulled out and, just as slowly, pushed back in. Over and over. Each time a little deeper.

  So hot. He was so hot inside. Was that how she felt to him?

  Her hips found a rhythm.

  "Does it still hurt? Is the burn too much?” Her cheek resting against his back, she could barely catch her breath. Heat and clean, male musk surrounded her. She inhaled, taking his scent deep inside her lungs. Deep inside her.

  "Yes."

  She stilled. “Do you want me to stop?"

  "Krel, no! Don't stop. The burn ... the stretch.” He pushed back.

  The sensual groan sending wonderful little chills down her spine and jolt of electricity to her clit.

  "Feels ... good,” he panted.

  Turning her head, she spoke against his skin. “Tell me what you want."

  Darias grew still. He swallowed, then looked over his shoulder. His golden gaze, hot and molten, met hers.

  Lightning split the sky. The huge room became an intimate cave. Rain pounded the windows. The rich burgundy carpet reinforced the impression. In the flash of brilliant white light, she saw the desire in Darias’ eyes ... and something else.

  "I want you to love me."

  The storm receded, the Great Hall just outside the locked door disappeared. All that mattered was Darias and the vulnerable need she saw reflected in his eyes.

  "I do. I think I've loved you from the moment you honored your word to turn leadership over to me."

  A deep quiver ran through him and his muscular arms, holding both their weights, trembled. “Thank Zedpher for that. I was certain that you could never return my love."

  Relieved laughter bubbled up inside Riana, both muting and highlighting the sensual tension. “Not a chance. You should have had your first clue weeks ago, when I found excuses not to punish your deliberate insolence. You and your men continued to delete records, pretend ignorance and generally made things as hard as possible for me and the other women. Didn't you ever wonder why I let you get away with it so often lately?"

  "Krel, no. I was too busy being confused. You had me so that I didn't know if I was coming or going. I couldn't figure out what you were going to do next. You weren't acting like a man in your position would."

  Riana nipped a shoulder blade with sharp, white teeth and drummed her fingers on his hips. “In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not a man."

  "Oh, I noticed all right. That's what caused half the problems."

  She lifted one brow. “Only half?” Riana flexed her fingers and gave a slow, wicked grin. “Surrender?"

  "Only to you."

  The End

  About the Author:

  Hello. I'm a chronic fantasizer who couldn't resist continuing my favorite stories in my head until discovering the pure joy of creating and writing stories of my own. Being from the Outer Banks of North Carolina provided a rich background for a dreamer. Who could hear tales of pirates, ghost ships, and supernatural happenings and not wonder what if? I hope you enjoy entering my world, if just for a little while.

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