Requested Surrender

by Riley Murphy

  He nodded and her gaze dropped to examine the saddle-like machine. Was it really as bad as Jo had made it sound? According to her feisty friend this machine was the devil. More than once she’d sworn that “the fucking thing forces you to orgasm even when you’re thinking about shit like contracting the Ebola virus, or worse, doing your corporate taxes. Lacy didn’t know about the virus comment, but if there was a machine that could get her off during tax time stress? She’d be singing its praises.

  “Come here. One foot to the left and the other to the right of this.” He pointed to the Sybian.

  Lacy came forward and stood over the machine, exactly as he’d wanted, asking, “Do you like the outfit?”

  “Yes.” He didn’t look at her as he splayed his palms on her outer knees and pushed his hands upward. “These boots make your legs look a mile long.”

  “I like them.”

  He looked up at her. “I like them too, but I find the rest of your outfit distracting. Stay still.”

  With two well-placed pulls he had the tie of her top undone and tossed it aside. Then he went for the shorts. “Do you see why I chose these?”

  Although she only needed to undo one of the thick zippers on either side of the hips to get them on, David was currently tugging on the pulls on both sides of the shorts. They folded from the waist, continuing to slide until they came apart. He collected the two pieces and threw them onto the bikini top.

  “You chose them because they come off easily.”

  Grinning, he looked up. “No, that was a bonus. They matched the boots.”

  Her heart pounded and butterflies took flight in her stomach. She was feeling sexy and vulnerable, naked as she was, except for the boots. While he was impeccably dressed and grinning and gorgeous. She reached out in an attempt to brush the hair off his forehead but his command stopped her.

  “No.”

  The small muscles between her legs squeezed up tight. Because when he denied her the right to do something she wanted to do in that firm tone of voice, it made her burn to be touched by him. Was this what he’d meant when he told her about waiting for him to establish his will over her?

  “I want you to remember this one thing that will always be true for you and I. When I strip away your clothes, I strip away your choice. I decide where your hands will go. What your eyes will see. What you will feel, taste and touch.”

  He stared at her for a long a moment and then leaned back to appraise the rest of her. As he did, she tried not to shake, but the ache that had started between her legs was getting stronger and stronger with each second that ticked by. Especially when he was done examining her legs and turned his attention to her midriff and then higher to her breasts. Her nipples spiked, getting harder still as his husky order snaked around her midsection with an exhilarating squeeze. “Hands behind your back. That’s right. Now open your mouth.”

  She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was his tone of voice she was reacting to as adrenaline coursed through her, making her body hum in anticipation, but she couldn’t stop the trembling now. She opened her mouth and didn’t close it until he picked up one end of the scarf and placed it between her lips.

  “Bite down on this. Very good. Eyes straight ahead. Don’t let go and don’t look down,” he said before he leaned forward and tucked the material between her breasts, slipping downward with it so the other end went through the open V of her legs. She made a little sound of protest that he ignored when he pulled up, causing the silk to split her moist folds and more shocking, worked to part the globes of her ass with it, prior to him tugging the scarf taut so it came over one hip. She felt him thread the tie under the section against her naked belly before he brought that second end up to her mouth.

  “Let me help you. Open your mouth.” He stacked the two ends together and said, “Bite down on them.” When she tried to bow her head to get some slack he pinched her nipple in warning. “No. Eyes straight ahead.”

  Lacy nodded and the silky friction the action created over two of her most sensitive body parts jarred her.

  “Careful. No.” He took hold of her wrists after she’d unconsciously brought her hands forward to readjust the scarf, and put them back behind her. “Clasp them together. That’s right.” He dipped his head and opened his mouth, sucking her nipple inside with such ease her knees nearly buckled. The forced draw of suction felt as if there was an invisible connection between her breast and womb. Heady little contractions teased their way through her belly, cascading downward until she was sure the material there was soaked. The more aggressive he became the more she melted until he let go of her and she nearly lost her hold on the scarf. Her lips almost parted with her disappointment.

  He must have been expecting her to be rattled because he tested the tension on the silk. Hooking his index finger between the material and her skin, he brushed down from her breast to her navel and then back up. “Good girl.” He let go of the silk and leaned away to reach a hand in his pocket. “I brought something I thought both of us would enjoy.” Out of the corner of her eye she spied him take an item out of his pocket and when he held it up in front of her eyes, her pulse raced. Nipple clamps. Heavy duty by the look of them. “Do you think you’ll enjoy these when I put them on you?”

  He knew she couldn’t nod or shake her head without being affected by it. Closing her eyes, she silently willed him not to ask her to. Praying that he wouldn’t make her—

  “Answer me.”

  She opened her eyes and realized he was staring up at her. “Ay Doh.” Okay, that “I do” was muffled as all get-out, but surely he’d understand.

  “I can’t understand you and I want an answer.”

  Dammit. She nodded and the sawing motion of the material between her legs and ass nearly made her come. Quickly she pulled oxygen in through her nose, filling her lungs as she tried to calm her racing heart. Why did he seem so much bigger? Stronger. Fuckalicious.

  It was as if he could read her thoughts. He shifted forward in the chair. Coming so close she closed her eyes again and experienced the crisp citrus of his cologne. The scent did something to her. It awakened a part of her that got restless and needy. Wanting something from him. Needing.

  “Shoulders back. That’s right. Deep breath.”

  The bite of the steel clamps on her nipples was sharp. At first she wasn’t sure this was something she could tolerate as white hot pain went through her straight to her toes. But as the discomfort wound its way back up her body it started to dissipate. Especially when he whispered, “Tight enough? Look at how beautiful they are on you.”

  He curled down and licked one tortured peak, blowing on it, before he licked again and then blew. The process was so slow and intimate that it put her right at ease. Before she knew it, those heady contractions in her belly and lower were back with a mind blowing twist. Each time he blew the warmth of his breath over the chilly wetness of his saliva, she had an orgasm. Small and tight. Over and over until her legs shook and her only thought was to sink to her knees and take his cock in her mouth. To give him the kind of pleasure he was giving her. It was all she could think about—another orgasm came and went—his cock in her mouth. It was all she wanted and the only thing she craved. This time when he licked her she moaned and flexed into him.

  “Do you want something, angel?” Leaning back he waited, and she knew what he wanted from her.

  She nodded and almost saw stars.

  “Good girl. Here.” When he pulled the scarf out of her mouth she was so relieved she wanted to cry. But then he took it from her in the worst and best way possibly, by slowly dragging it from the places it was wedged. The slide over the sensitive flesh of her clit before the material disappeared between her legs and skated over her backside made her gasp.

  “Please.”

  David tossed the scarf on the discarded pile of clothes and looked up her. Her eyes were all glassy and cheeks beautifully flushed. If that didn’t tell him all he needed to know the little shaking she was doing would have
. But he wanted to hear the words. “Please what?”

  “I…I…” She licked her lips and he could tell she was having a little difficulty trying to figure out how to ask for it. Clearly she needed some help.

  Leaning back in the chair he spread his knees wider and invited, “I want you to put your hands on my knees and sink down to straddle the machine. Make sure that dildo goes in all the way, you understand?”

  “But I…”

  “Be a good girl and maybe you’ll get the reward you want.”

  It took her a minute to do as he said, but once she managed her positioning and gazed up his heart beat against his rib cage. This was the look, the desperate, “I’ll do anything you want” look he’d been after. She was panting and although it could have been the slide of the dildo scraping against her oversensitive flesh that caused the reaction, he doubted it. Her fingers were digging into his thighs too deeply. The way she swayed toward him was a good indicator, as her need for what he had to offer became palpable.

  “What do you want? Tell me.”

  She was breathless. As if she’d run a mile. “I want your cock in my mouth. Please.”

  He reached out and took the clip from her hair, watching as the soft mass fell in a bounce around her shoulders. Brushing back a few wayward strands, he whispered, “How bad? How bad do you want it?”

  “I want it so bad that I’m aching inside and out. Please, it’s all I can think of. It’s the only thing I need right now. Please.”

  “Undo my pants and lift my cock out. Very good. Now let go, Lacy.” It wasn’t until she reluctantly did as he told her that he added, “That’s my special girl.” He started to stroke himself, and when her gaze dropped to watch, he took hold of the chain connected to the nipple clamps and tugged hard. “Eyes up and tell me again how bad you want my hard cock in your mouth.”

  “David…I—”

  “Show me,” he growled. Figuring that he’d pushed them both far enough…for now. “Wrap those beautiful lips around my cock like you never want to let go of it.” Burying both hands in her hair when she brought her head forward, he sighed. “That’s right. Very good. A little deeper. Deeper. Yeah.” Without breaking her rhythm he found the switch to the Sybian, and when he turned it on low he smiled. “Feel good? Oh, yeah, that opened you up, didn’t it? Yes, nice and deep. Mm…”

  She had a talented mouth and cock sucking was her kryptonite. He’d known it from the first time he’d ordered her to her knees. She was a woman who wanted to worship and that kind of woman was one a guy like him treasured.

  His hands fisted in her hair as he drove into her mouth. Her sultry moans assuring him the Sybian wasn’t the only thing rocking her world at the moment. If her cries weren’t enough, the way she deep throated his length, begging for more of him as she surrendered her mouth for his use, certainly would have been.

  As gently as he could, he removed the clamps, loving how stiff her nipples were. Hard and taut just for him. Raking his palm over one spiked peak, he paused to pay some serious attention to it when she groaned and dug her nails deeper into his thighs…but not deep enough. She needed something more.

  “Here you go, angel.” He turned the Sybian to full power, letting her grind and ride as he rode the hot and welcoming velvet her tongue and mouth provided. Over and over he pressed into that warmth, enjoying the squeeze of her throat around him. The wet silk convulsing, opening and begging, wanting more, until his balls tightened and lifted, and when a raging tingle stole over his back and ass he gave into it, flexing his hips while she sucked him down deep and deeper still. “Damn.”

  She worked him so hard that when the rush came he went with it. Pulse pounding, heart slamming in his chest, he pulled air into his lungs, filling them, feeding them as exhilaration built. Climbing. Cresting until he couldn’t hold it back. With one final thrust, the heat blasted out of him in a flash of sublime euphoria. That’s when he knew she wasn’t the only one who had their world rocked. “Very good.”

  He massaged her hair. Petting her. Telling her without words how well she pleased him, and when she eventually settled and let go of him, he shut off the machine and brushed a hand down her cheek. “You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?”

  She was still between his legs, her head resting on one of his thighs. “Almost. I don’t think I can walk.”

  That comment made him grin. “I’ll carry you.”

  “Where?” She looked up. “To bed?”

  He shook his head. Hating to spoil the moment because he could tell she was going to be disappointed. “No, to your room.”

  “We’re not sleeping in here?”

  “No. We have adjourning rooms on the spa side of the resort. They’re nice. Great view.”

  She sat up and lifted herself off the Sybian. Wincing as she did so. “I don’t care about the view.”

  He looked right at her. “What do you care about?”

  “Spending time with you.”

  That answer pleased him. After he fixed his clothes, he helped her stand, only he refused to let go of her hand. Instead he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles and asked, “Would you like to have a bath with me?”

  “Here?”

  “In your room.”

  “Yes, but what about all this? The clothes and stuff?”

  He saw her eyeing those boots and laughed. “You can have the boots. Decklan will take care of the rest.”

  She beamed and scooped the platforms up as if she’d won the lottery. Her curvy little ass became a huge temptation as she sauntered toward the dressing room. David didn’t mind. He tilted his head and watched the hypnotic swing of her hips, almost hating having to spoil her saucy exit. It couldn’t be helped though. When she was nearly to the door he called, “You don’t have any deep, dark secrets you’re keeping from me, do you?”

  She nearly dropped the boots, juggling to keep them in hand as she spun around. “N-no. Why do you ask?”

  He stood and walked to her. Tipping her chin up and taking note of her wide and worried eyes, he said, “A bath to me is like a baptism. You can come clean in body and spirit with the right words. Think about that while you get dressed.”

  She was gone so fast his fingers were still positioned as if her chin were on them. He’d been right before. There was something she’d been holding back this afternoon. Hopefully she’d tell him what it was before he had to pull it out of her…because pull he would.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Lacy pretended to slip again just so she could feel the hard contours of his chest against her back.

  “Careful.” This time when he caught her it was by his hand between her legs instead of his arm around her waist, and she wasn’t going to complain. “Did you soap your ass before you got into this tub with me?”

  She didn’t really shake her head. More like dragged it back and forth over his pecks with eyes closed. “Nope.” Boy, she mentally sighed, did his hand feel great cupping her between her legs. She could stay this way forever.

  “Are you going to tell me?”

  Her lids fluttered open and she stared at the pebbled glass holder that glowed with a lit tea light inside it. “I already said I’m drawing a blank. I’m sure I have a deep, dark secret somewhere to share with you, but you’re making me nervous, putting me on the spot like this.”

  Wasn’t that the understatement of the year? Stupid shoebox.

  “Hm.” That sound came out so husky she probably would have slid under the heated water for real this time, if he didn’t have a hold of her. “Maybe we should play a game to relax you. Get your mind off of my question until you’re in a position to answer it.”

  Right about now Lacy would agree to anything. She’d play anything so she didn’t melt all over him. That ache in her belly and lower was back so bad all she wanted to do was turn and straddle his lap. “I’ll play.”

  Sexy. That’s what his low and deep chuckle was. All male and confident when he curled down and whispered in her ear, “I like a wo
man who’s game. All right. Let’s play word association.”

  She rubbed her temple against his jaw and tried to ignore how he’d started to draw tiny circles with his thumb on her thigh beneath the water. “K. You mean like if you said hot I’d say cold?”

  “Yes. Ready?”

  She was trying to stay focused, but his hand between her legs and his voice rumbling in her ear were causing some serious problems for her. The ache. Her inner muscles felt all fluttery. Desperate. Wanting him so badly to do more than intimately hold her this way. “Yes.”

  “You don’t sound ready.” But before she could answer that, he began. “Aching.”

  “Throbbing.”

  “Full.”

  “Lush.”

  He kissed her temple and murmured, “That was an interesting association. Are you sure you’re all right? Naked.”

  “Bare.” She had to fight the urge to flex into his hand.

  “Swollen.”

  She let out a breath and closed her eyes. “Plump.”

  “Creamy.” The way he softly purred this word against her cheek got her restless.

  “Honey.”

  “Shimmer.”

  She was thankful for the water. Maybe he wouldn’t notice how hot she was for him. Licking her lips, she breathed, “Surge.”

  “Spurt.”

  Ack. She opened her eyes and grabbed the sides of the tub in attempt to sit up, but he didn’t let her go. “Spurt? Don’t say that word. I hate it.”

  He gathered her back in and she heard the smile in voice when he asked, “Why? It’s a good word.”

  Readjusting so her hair wasn’t stuck between them she sighed. “No, it’s not. It sounds horrible. Pick another word please.”