Requested Surrender

by Riley Murphy

  Yeah, he heard her gulp, so he picked up a sausage roll and held it out for her. Waiting until she accepted the bite, before he continued, “Currently you make that decision without much thought, but that will change when I’m involved. I’ll cherish the opportunity. It will be a ritual. My right to make a careful and intimate decision for you every single day from then on. As I’ll be mindful about the fabric that touches a very treasured part of my property.”

  This time when she gulped, some of the pastry must have gotten stuck in her throat because she coughed. He ignored it as he fed her and ate himself, until she shook her head, indicating she didn’t want anymore.

  He wiped his hands off on a napkin and said, “I hoped you saved room for dessert.”

  The napkin had barely hit the tray when she asked, “What did you mean by you’re not my Dom? You’re certainly acting like one.”

  He inclined his head because she was right. “I am one. I’m just not yours…yet. Let’s get through tomorrow night and we’ll see.”

  “What are you expecting to happen tomorrow night?”

  It was a fair enough question so he answered it. “The real test between us.”

  Her expression had never been more intense. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “It’s simple. Think of it as I’m inviting you into my church. Passion, sex and pain are my holy trinity. My trifecta. When they come together, it doesn’t get better than that for me.”

  “Me neither.”

  Did he hear that right? He stared at her and was surprised that she stared right back. God, he wanted her. Wanted her bad. As his sub, his love and possibly his wife. But there was something…

  “I have to tell you something. It’s been bothering me for days.”

  His heart rate picked up speed. Finally.

  “My brother…occasionally he’s not very nice. He’s had a hard time with things, you see…and he takes his frustrations out on other people.”

  David really hadn’t been expecting this. He was sure this wasn’t her monster, but he was paying attention because sometimes monsters, just like demons, were tricksters. “Why are you telling me this?”

  She didn’t look at him now. Only bowed her head. “Saturday. I don’t want you to get mad at him because he’s not nice.”

  He stared at the top of her head, wondering why she’d think he’d get mad. Hadn’t he been more than patient with her? “Providing he doesn’t take a swing at me I think I can manage.”

  “He’ll be nice to you.” She looked up. “It’s me he’s not very nice to.”

  That’s when David knew her monster had just showed its face, but the demon remained hidden. Damn. “Would you like to talk about it?”

  She shook her head so adamantly he knew she was uncomfortable. How uncomfortable is what he wanted to know. “Would you rather finish our discussion about this?” He picked up the plug to show her.

  “Yes.”

  That uncomfortable. Interesting. “I’ll be introducing you to this tomorrow night. Tonight, however, this is going back in the bag and I want you to sleep with it under your pillow.”

  Her nod was too quick.

  “Don’t you want to know why?” He reached forward and tipped her chin up so she’d look him in the eyes. “If things go well between us you’ll be spending a lot of time with this. So tonight, while you’re lying in bed, I want you to imagine what position you’ll be in when I slide this inside you. I want you to envision several different ways, because my guess is, you’d be wrong with all of them. Be creative. Think outside the box.”

  He dragged the tip of the metal over her shoulder and down the length of her arm before he let go of her chin and leaned back. “To be clear. This gets inserted in this direction.” He held it horizontally and rocked it forward. “You see how the end flares? Your bottom cheeks hug the sides right here, so your tight little muscle can close around the base.”

  Nothing. Not a flinch or a cringe. Not even a bratty little comment. She was mortified, he could tell, but she was dealing with it. What did this point to? He’d have to watch things with her brother very closely on Saturday.

  Slipping the metal in the bag, he set it down next to the lube and asked, “Are you ready for your dessert?”

  Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you having some?”

  He shook his head and her eyes narrowed even more. “Hm. I didn’t see a spoon anywhere on that tray.”

  “Observant and right. There isn’t one.”

  The instant the words left his mouth her gaze dropped to his lap.

  “And no, you won’t be eating it off of that part of my body.”

  Her gaze shot up expectantly and he smiled.

  “I’ll be feeding you with this.”

  “Your thumb?”

  “Yes.” He lowered his tone and added, “And after each serving I expect you to suck and lick it until it’s clean before you get another mouthful. Understood?”

  Her eyes widened and he knew the action was unconscious when her hands squeezed his knees. “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” Picking up the small bowl, he was just about to dip his thumb into it when he stopped. He didn’t look at her as he said, “One more thing. When you’re imagining those positions I may put you in tomorrow night. Remember to include rope. I won’t be using jute as it’s rougher on the skin. I think a braided vinyl is in order.” Now he looked at her. “Something colorful. Maybe the blue and bubble gum pink combination I have. It will go beautifully with your complexion.”

  He didn’t wait for her to say anything. Scooping his thumb into the dessert, he collected some and then held his hand steady for her. Close, though, so she had to lean in to get it. “Open your mouth for me. A little wider. That’s right. Here you go.”

  Less than a minute later David wasn’t sure what tortured him most. Her hot lips wrapped around him while her tongue stroked and petted, or the sight of her sucking on his digit in the same manner that she worshipped his cock. He tore his eyes away from her and looked down at the pudding, thinking.

  I should have asked for a bigger bowl of it. Damn.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Lacy spent all morning and the better part of the afternoon in a state of nervous excitement. Until the texts started, and then the excitement within her turned to slow curling lust. The kind that sent those sexy flutters to dance low in her belly and made her nipples spike hard against her bra cup.

  Reading his most recent messages, there were five in total, it was hard for her not to be affected. He was bold at the best of times, but organizing the evening ahead had made him even more so.

  I want you to go to your room after dinner and get the red sack. Put it on my bed and then get ready for our evening.

  No creams or perfumes. Wash with straight soap and water and make sure to tie your hair back. You won’t need your collar or cuffs tonight, but I want to see you in the four inch black stilettos.

  You should be finished getting ready by 7:30. At that time I want you to sit on the right side of your bed and think about what’s in the red bag and those imagined positions you were to come up with.

  At eight o’clock go into my room and stand in front of the bookcase. Take off any clothes you’re wearing—leave the shoes on—and count to three hundred.

  After you’ve counted I want you to sink to your knees and put your hands behind your back, then bow your head and wait for me. Control your breathing.

  That last command was going to be a toughie as she was already breathless. But then several hours later she had to admit. Breathless didn’t compare to what she was feeling now as she knelt naked in David’s room waiting for him.

  The spice citrus scent of him came to her before he did, but then she saw his polished black shoes and all her thoughts, nerves and excitement merged together. Everything in the room. Even the room itself disappeared as she focused in on him. The way his black pant-hem fell to a perfectly tailored length over those shoes. The crisp and straight crease in his p
ant leg that landed dead center, no doubt from being freshly pressed at the dry cleaners, reminded her of a military officer’s uniform. Would he be wearing one of his white dress shirts or something different? She didn’t look up. She just examined all she could of him with her head bowed while she waited for him to speak. The knowledge that he was standing right over, looking down at her, gave her a delicious thrill.

  “Your hair is pretty like that.”

  She’d taken the time to French braid it, so it was nice he noticed it. “Thank you.”

  He placed a hand on the top of her head and she closed her eyes. If felt good to have the weight of his palm on her. “I want you to know that I’ll be cautious tonight. I’ll go slowly, and if there is anything that makes you uncomfortable—either physically or emotionally—I would ask you to communicate with me on that. Understood?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you nervous?”

  His tone, when he asked this question, lowered, sounding soft and husky. It caused the flutter in her belly to curl downward and stroked her right between her thighs. “A little.”

  “Look at me.”

  He kept his hand on her head even when she tilted it back. This was the first time she’d ever seen him in a t-shirt. It was black and looked as if it had been painted on him, showcasing his chest and biceps to perfection. If she weren’t on her knees they probably would have wobbled. He was the epitome of a dark and sexy Dom, dressed as he was in the color of night.

  “First I’m going to introduce you to some of my freaky stuff. I know you’re curious, and then we’re going to do some maintenance.” He touched her breast and then dragged his hand up to brush against her neck. “My marks have faded some. I like them prominent. Especially when I’m going to be looking at all of them, very closely tonight. Unclasp your hands and bring them around front so you can take this.” He held the silk bag out for her, waiting until she did. “Good, now let me help you up.”

  With the heaviness of the bag in her palm, each and every position she’d imagined played like a movie reel in her head. She tried to ignore them as she stood and stepped back from the bookcase, but they wouldn’t go away. Her heart pounded and she knew, just knew, she was probably blushing right now.

  As he opened the door he told her, “Everything is ready. Come on.”

  He pulled her through the door, but it wasn’t until it closed behind them with a quiet thud, that she jumped.

  “I wanted to show you these.” He made no mention of her anxiety and picked up the remote to slide that closet panel open. “Some of this stuff is for training purposes, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

  She let him position her in front of him. Basking in the hard, long and warm length of him. The material of his pants and top were soft in direct contrast with the leather and steel of his belt that pressed into her back. He wound his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head. It was so cozy she almost forgot to ask, but then she remembered.

  “Why would I know that?”

  “You already know I’m not accustomed to bringing women in my home to play, so why else would I have a dungeon with all this equipment, if not to train Doms?”

  Elaina.

  Oh God. This was no time to be thinking about her.

  The letter.

  She squashed her eyes shut and silently willed those thoughts away. “Oh. Yeah. Sure.”

  He walked them closer to the open enclave and went from right to left. She was sure she’d never remember half of the items, but she listened to him just the same.

  “Those are leather arm binders, leg binders and the ones hanging up there are splints.” He pointed. “A couple sets of thigh spreaders, bondage mittens, forced orgasm belt, fleeced lined cuffs, various leather and metal collars and—”

  “Wait, can you go back a couple. Did you say forced orgasm belt?”

  “Yes, it’s right there.” He waved his arm, which could have indicated to any number of things and went on as if she never interrupted him. “An assortment of floggers, whips, canes, crops, slappers and straps. But I’m glad you noticed the belt because that’s one of the things we’re going to be playing with tonight.”

  She dropped her head to the side to look back at him. “I trust you.”

  “Good.” He shot a curt nod in the direction of his stuff and asked, “Do you have any questions?”

  All she could do was shake her head.

  “All right. But just to let you know, before we ever use anything out of my collection, I will always tell you what it is and how it’s used. I will do this until you’re experienced enough that I don’t have to.”

  Lacy hoped she nodded. It felt so great being in his arms. Naked while he was dressed, just as he predicted. “Thank you.”

  “I love your tits.” He cupped both breasts in his hand and then played with her nipples. He was a little rough, which had them responding immediately as they were still sensitive from the other night in the rodeo room.

  “David…”

  He gave one final tug on each and then whispered in her ear, “Time for some maintenance. Come on. Over here.” He stepped away from her but only to take her hand and bring her to the center of the room where there were two lengths of chains hanging down. “Give me the silk.”

  She handed the little bag to him and then bowed her head. She trusted him, no matter what. She knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t do anything crazy. Even when he could have, with the Joe situation, when he had a whole screen porch filled with light industrial equipment to go Jason on her, and instead he’d chosen the one type of saw that was the least scary. Thinking about it, he’d been consistent in his care of her. That made her frown.

  He’d said they weren’t Dom/sub yet. So maybe tonight was the deal breaker. Not for her. She wanted this, and him, more than she’d ever wanted anything in her whole life. But for him, if she didn’t surrender herself to the moment and prove she was committed, it might be a problem. Not that she didn’t have a pile of those. Yeah, she’d made a thousand mistakes, the worst was reading that letter, but that was before she understood who she was. Hell, before she knew who he was. It was different now. She was different.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She did as he ordered, so caught up in her own thoughts, that it didn’t register that he’d placed the plug between her lips backwards. She had to work to keep it there. Compressing her lips and depressing her tongue.

  “Chin up. Before I put this on you.” He held up a thick black leather collar that had an ‘O’ ring on it. “I want to darken the ‘D’ and ‘H’ on your throat. Tilt your chin to the right.” He took hold of the metal protruding out of her mouth and used it to guide her sideways. “Very good.”

  His hot wet mouth latching onto her as he sucked made her restless and needy. If he hadn’t been all business-like and firmly direct, she would have been toast. As it was, she was clenching her jaw against the metal.

  He leaned back and examined his handiwork. “That’s better. Now I’m going to put this on you. Not too tight.”

  When the weight of the collar was locked, it made her stand up straighter and pay attention. But then he walked around behind her and took hold of her hands. “I’m going to bring your arms up and I want you to stretch them with your hands toward the ceiling. Good, now arch that back and press your ass against me. That’s right. Now do it again. No, not just your ass, arms and hands up too. Good. Now down.”

  David massaged her shoulders and upper arms for a full minute. He didn’t want her injuring herself first time out of the gate. When he felt she was relaxed enough he said, “Now I’m going to get the fleece-lined cuffs. After I put those on you, I’ll fasten them to the chains here so your arms are above your head. I want you stretched out. Arms and legs spread, so I can redo my marks on you.” He checked the metal she was biting down on, and murmured, “Make sure to keep a good hold of this.”

  The point of leaving the metal in her mouth was twofold. By the time he t
ook it out, she’d be so grateful to be rid of it, she’d likely be more accommodating when he chose to put it somewhere else. Also it would be warm. This initial time he didn’t need to shock her more than the experience itself would.

  Once he had her positioned just as he wanted her, he took his time, running his hands over the length or her taut little body. Forcing her legs farther apart. Adjusting the collar on her neck. Making sure her braid was centered down the line of her spine. Oh yeah, she was fucking beautiful in her heels and nothing but his leather.

  “This is mine,” he whispered as he redid the marks at one breast. When he was done with that one he shifted to fit his mouth over the next. “And this is mine too.”

  Over and over he worked his way down the front of her body. Redefining his initials on her. The biggest marks he’d made were above her hips, he’d get there soon enough. Right now he dropped to his haunches to work on the last two on her front. Right between her thighs. So close to her gorgeous and glistening pussy, he had to steel himself from taking a lick. God he was tempted.

  Once he was stood, he spoke in her ear, “I’m feeling generous tonight, as you’re being so cooperative. I’m going to give you a choice. Are you ready? You may nod or shake your head in way of answering.”

  Her eyes were closed, and she was trembling just a little bit, when she nodded.

  “All right.” He satisfied his previous urge and licked the lobe of her ear before he sucked it in and then let go. “These are the two choices you’ll have. I’ll ask you if you want the vibrating wand fixed in the leather saddle of the belt put on you, or if you want me to use the wand on you without the belt.”