Surrender to More

by Rachel De Lune

  “Will it turn you on? Thinking about all of the plans I might have in store for you?”

  “Yes. I’m sure if you slid your hand inside my knickers, you’d find out how much.” I look up at him with innocent eyes and a wicked smile. He takes a deep breath—one that expands his chest to impossibly large proportions—before gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Look at me. Now, stand up. Take off your jeans and knickers and show me how wet you are for me.” I stand and follow his instructions until I’m naked from the waist down. “Come closer to me, good, now lift your leg and rest your foot on the side of the chair. I told you I want to see you. If your pussy isn’t wet enough, you’ll have to touch yourself until it is.” Luc lounges back in the armchair and shrugs down in it. I gingerly move closer to him.

  Being with Luc has dampened the need I used to feel to take ownership of sex and to control it. He can shut down any sense of me taking that back with a single look or counter line. And right now, I love it.

  I raise my leg to place my foot, exposing myself to him. I know he’s spread my legs and gone down on me before, so it shouldn’t be a big deal, but this position makes me feel vulnerable. This was a spur of the moment instruction. His instruction was spontaneous, and my body felt that. I knew I was wet for Luc—there weren’t many occasions my body didn’t react to him in this way. His dark green eyes honed in on my bare pussy. If Luc weren’t so dominant and hot, it would be humiliating.

  “You’re glistening, Princess, but I’ve seen you so much wetter for me. Show me how you make yourself come. Let me see your fingers play with your clit and push inside of you. Tease me.”

  In this position, he can see every stroke, rub and glide across my flesh. His focus and attention only stokes the inferno that has burst to life in me. My eyelids drop in a lust induced trance as I work myself up to climax. Luc doesn’t move to touch or interfere. He sits and admires, taking pleasure at watching me. He couldn’t be sexier. I’m doing this for him. Something like this used to be for my benefit, but now, it’s all for Luc.

  My finger slides unhindered inside of me, and although the action holds none of the pleasure I’d received if these fingers belonged to Luc, my body still answers, and my wet heat coats my finger. I pull out to rub my needy clit.

  “That’s better. When I take you to Solace, I want you to be wet, just like this. Understand.”

  “Yes,” I moan. My stomach muscles tighten as my climax begins to vibrate through my body. My head falls back sending tendrils of hair snaking down my back.

  “Luc, touch me.” I plead.

  He strikes so fast I gasp. He grabs my hand, snatching it away before his lips lock onto my pulsing clit and he sucks and tongues me until I scream in triumph. My hand tangles in his hair to keep my balance. It’s over all too quickly, and Luc’s lips leave my clit, swollen and throbbing.

  “Mmm. You do taste sweet. He pulls me into his lap, and I set my head on his shoulder.”

  “Thank you.”

  “What for?”

  “For doing those sorts of things to me.”

  “Jess, you do know the definition of a Dominant, don’t you? That’s what I want. It’s what I need. It might not be yours to be submissive in every situation, but I’m very grateful you are submissive to me in a sexual way.” He pulls me tighter to him and kisses me almost reverently on the forehead. “Now, as much as this is a great way to spend the evening, there are a couple of other things we must discuss before tomorrow, and then I need to go. I wiggle on his lap and feel how hard he still is after my little show.

  “Don’t!”

  I stifle my smile at his obvious discomfort.

  “Have you thought about playing in public with me, submitting and showing everyone you’re mine?” His words twist in my chest and make it hard to catch my breath. This was really going to happen. It was exciting. I felt a radiance from within that I hadn’t felt in such a long time. I felt like a new person with Luc. A new person who could be open and honest with him.

  “I’m anxious about what you’ll do and if I’ll enjoy it. So far we’ve been fairly PG when we’ve been here together.”

  “You’ve not been to Solace with me yet, Princess. You’ve seen what I’ve done to others.”

  “Yes.”

  “Does that frighten you?”

  I think back to my reaction to watching Luc with those subs. I wanted it to be me. I was jealous. I wanted to be the centre of his attention. Would that give me the last shred of confidence I needed to be put on display for him?

  “No, I … I’m not sure how I’ll feel about other people watching. I’m not sure I’ll have the same response as when we’re alone together, but I want to find out.”

  “Princess, if you have space in your pretty head to be worried, then I’m not doing my job. I have something planned, but you need to tell me if it’s too much. Understand, this will only work if you’re honest. You’ve been doing well when we get to the submission part of our relationship. I’m pleased with how far you’ve come.”

  His words of praise push away any negativity, and allow the radiance to glow brighter within me.

  “Do I get a clue?” I smile at him.

  “To what?”

  “What you have in store.”

  “No. I will say that I’ve wanted to show you off at Solace for a while. Parade you in front of the Doms that had been checking you out on your previous visits. I want to put a great big fucking ‘taken’ sign on you and show everyone the only person you would submit to, is me. Then we could stop playing games.”

  My pout freezes at his words, but Luc’s lips soon melt it away. His kiss is short and brisk. A stolen moment I hope will be repeated with ardour later.

  “Oh, and Princess, I’ve sought reinforcements. I’ll see myself out. Bed for you. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

  As I anticipated, waiting all day was torture. I hated every second. Unlike the first time I visited the club, when Izzy kept me company and helped me get ready, I was on my own.

  The red halter dress is still as minimal as it was the first time. I keep my hair down, pinning only a few choice pieces away from my face so it wasn’t a complete tangled mess. Not having Izzy here meant I could choose my own shoes. I slip my own more modest black heels on, but, regrettably, they didn’t make the same impression as her death heels. Tonight I wanted to look special for Luc. It felt like an important evening, and I wanted to look my best.

  The knock on the door was the starter’s gun for my racing heart. I kept the nerves in check until then. I delicately descend the stairs and grab my coat before I answer the door. I was one hundred percent prepared for how sexy and dashing Luc would look, but I still couldn’t stop myself gawking at him.

  He’s wearing comfortable jeans and a shirt, although the sleeves aren’t rolled up. His eyes sweep over me and finally meet mine before darting back and forth between my lips and my boobs. He doesn’t say anything in greeting, just helps me on with my coat, smiles and cocks his elbow out to the side, beckoning me to take it. As we touched, a small army of butterflies join my racing heart to build the anxiety of the evening.

  The oak door at Solace closes behind us and we enter a familiar area. Luc’s hand moves from my hand, trails up my naked back and rests on my neck—a tender, but possessive move, that right now, I’m happy for. We head to one of the small secluded bars, and he seats me in a leather wingback chair.

  “There is a two drink limit, both at Solace and with me. Would you like it now or later?”

  “Now, please.” He heads to the bar and returns with a small wine.

  “Aren’t you having one?”

  “No, I’m good.” He sweeps a few tendrils of hair behind my ear and takes the time to run the pad of his thumb down my cheek and jaw. He brings it to my lips where I instinctively kiss it.

  All of this buildup is reminiscent of the routine Seb put us through before going downstairs. I wonder if it’s a written rule of Solac
e. We sit without words passing between us, but that doesn’t stop the constant contact. Luc’s hands have always found themselves on my body, and tonight is no exception. From my position, I can see people walking past, heading to the staircase that will lead them to the main event. Several women cast me some bitchy glances, which I am all too happy to respond to with a wicked smile. Yes, my Greek god looks good, doesn’t he?

  The wine slips down all too quickly, and as soon as the glass is empty, Luc stands and pulls me up. His hand circles my throat, and he looks longingly at it before his fingers slip around to hold the back of my neck.

  “Ready?” The calm tone of his voice only makes the ferocity I know he’s taming under the surface more appealing.

  “Yes. I am.”

  He pulls us towards the entrance to the basement of sin, but this time, I’m eager to follow. The preamble and build-up has only raised my expectations. With Luc to guide me, my steps are confident and sure across the marble. Luc’s arm is around me like a steel band clinching my waist. We reach the doors to the central area, and he squeezes me even tighter into him before walking through.

  The room opens up before me but this time there is less trepidation. Having Luc guide me calms a big part of me. He’s acting like my own personal shield. I don’t need to feel intimidated or frightened. Luc wouldn’t stand for either.

  The evil glances continue as we walk further into the playroom. The cacophony of sounds now stirs a desire within my soul. The smack of flesh on flesh, the not so subtle cry of a woman close to orgasm, all ensure that the reason I’m here is kept front and centre in my mind.

  Luc hadn’t talked me through what his plans were for tonight. I trusted he knew what I’d enjoy. He knew I was a novice in his world, but that didn’t stop the scorching sex we’d already had. Learning my submission to Luc resulted in such vibrant and intense pleasure was another element that made this relationship so special. I knew I enjoyed sex. I always had, but I didn’t bargain for the depth of feeling that accompanied my submission to Luc. It was like he found a back door to my heart and unlocked it before I could stop him. Now he’s taking up space and demanding more—more of my heart, my soul and all of my submission.

  Luc walks me further into the room until we approach an area towards the far wall, near the four poster bed where I watched Luc that first time. There was a tall, ominous wooden cross positioned away from the wall with enough room to walk around it. The two diagonal timbres weren’t hidden from the rest of the room and a flurry of anxiety filters through me at the thought that others would be able to see whatever Luc had planned.

  My heart began a frantic beat that had my lips parting to breath a bit easier. Luc read my body like it was a neon sign flashing, “Help!”.

  “Don’t worry. This is for us. You trust me. Focus on that and all the good things I’m going to make you feel tonight.” His whispered words chase away the nerves and spark the usual flare of arousal. “Tonight I’m going to make sure you know what it feels like to really submit—to experience handing your body and your feelings over to me. Remember, I’ll stop anytime. You know I’ll check in with you, but I’ll also give you my version of pleasure.” His smile was one of true happiness. It was infectious. He was like a drug, pulling me further under with each word he spoke. I knew on some level that this wouldn’t be all kisses and orgasms, but my body itched to experience everything Luc wanted.

  He walked us closer to the cross and circled it. My eyes fixed on the heavy rings fastened into the leaning pillars of wood. I would be restrained. Luc liked to tie me up in his own ways. This was taking it to the next level. I pictured myself chained to the cross, helpless, struggling to pull free, a wave of pure lust lapped over me. I feel the longing between my legs.

  He stops after we do a full circuit. Now standing in front, I pull my eyes from the cross that will hold me in place for my captor. A sinister mask replaces Luc’s smile. My own smile falters as he pushes me up against the wood and attacks my lips. His kiss echoes everything he is; demanding, dominant and sexy as sin. I give as good as I get, but he fights back. My hands search for purchase against his body and dig into his hair. His hips back me up further against the cross, the flat surface offering no give. Luc grabs my hands and holds them outstretched.

  I’m lost in the power of Luc, his smell, his touch and his taste. All of my senses devour him.

  Luc continues his plunder of my mouth. “Relax, Princess.” He demands between kisses.

  His hands hold me against the arms of the cross, but smooth material replaces them, encasing each of my wrists. My instinct is to pull away.

  Someone else, someone not Luc, is tying me to the cross. When I hear a snitch and feel the pull against my skin, Luc backs away, and I’m left secured in place. I thrash my head to the side but I can’t see anyone. I look at Luc, standing in front of me.

  My body is caught, and my mind argues between wanting to know what is going on and holding on to the trust Luc has built. I’m still fully clothed by Solace standards. Although I can’t see anyone, there are people in this room. My head begins to check out of the now. I look up at the ceiling and close my eyes. My heart pounds in my chest and rings in my ears.

  Luc wipes it all away. His firm grip grabs my jaw, bringing me back to him.

  “Don’t look away from me. I’m going to be right here. I’m going to keep my hands on your body, because, fuck… I won’t be able to stop myself. You’re mine, Princess. Now, I want you to relax so I’m going to put the lights out.” His green eyes look darker than I’ve ever seen them, casting a calm spell over me.

  Every part of my body sags into the spread out and tethered position I’m in. Luc’s arms travel up mine, and his fingers run around the cuffs around my wrists. He steps to the side, and a silk slip of material across my eyes turns everything dark. The blindfold heightens the anxiety but also the other desires that run through me. Anticipation and heat build to a craving so strong I need to rub my thighs together for relief.

  True to his word, Luc’s hands don’t leave my body. He trails them down to my shoulders and then around to my waist. The soft scrape of his stubble at my neck draws the first gasp from me and my eyes close with pleasure under their cover of silk.

  “That’s better. Remember, I’m going to stay here. I’m not going anywhere, but I want you to feel what it’s like to be my submissive. I want you to understand what it’s like to be doing something that will both please me and make me so hard, I’ll want to fuck you into next week and not care who watches.”

  His words enchant me and take me away from the present. My concerns and worries from the real world melt away and are replaced with sizzling images of Luc’s previous conquests over me—the hallway, the dining table and finally, the bed.

  My body flinches as his fingers draw patterns on my arms, raising goose-bumps in their wake. He traces my shoulders and skims the sides of my breasts going lower still. I don’t want to give in to my body and widen my stance, but my muscles tense as his hand slides over my hip and his fingers dig in. The stranger’s hands are back, this time at my ankles. They wrap around and tie something soft again before encouraging my own desire to spread my legs. My dress is so short it doesn’t offer any resistance to my movement.

  I’m securely fastened in place at my ankles and wrists but the hands don’t leave my skin—Luc’s or the stranger’s. Luc’s grip digs in harder, holding me in place. The new touch is gentle, caressing and sends tremors to my stomach. My gasp is audible as they trail to my knee.

  “Do you like that, Princess? Someone else’s hands on you at my request.”

  My mind tries to unpick the multitude of thoughts firing through me. It’s a turn on, but I don’t want it to be. I want to be Luc’s. Yet this is all at his design.

  “Who?” I whisper, not sure if I want to know or not.

  “You’ll find out when I decide. Remember, you’re trusting me.” I nod my head, picturing the person I imagine to own the hands that are gently rub
bing my legs. The hands are soft and caress in silken strokes, and I can’t see them belonging to a man. I decide the hands belong to a woman.

  Luc’s fingers release my hip and move south to cup my sex.

  “Mmm... nice and hot already. I can feel you, Jess. This turns you on. Do you want to fight? Do you want to resist me? Is that a fantasy of yours, huh?”

  There is a dark edge to his words that only kicks my internal temperature up further. He’s right. The thought of struggling in vain against his erotic nature has me wet and ready for him.

  The mystery woman moves her hands up my thighs, and I hitch my breath as they glide up my body, inching towards my breasts. My erect nipples make for perfect targets. The material of my dress plays its part in my seduction, offering a tease in place of the touch I long for. Between the time her hands first touched my legs to now, I’ve become enchanted. I want to feel what it’s like to be held in place by Luc, yet have someone else play with me.

  “Touch her… she’s going to beg soon, won’t you, Princess. I can read your body. I can feel your body. Can’t you?”

  “Oh, I’m certainly enjoying her body.”

  That voice. I know that voice. Natasha. Her hands cup and gently press into my breasts and I gasp for air. Relief I don’t have to admit to enjoying Natasha’s intimate touch hits me hard. Natasha is stunning. Beautiful and intimidating, and I imagine her dressed in one of her tight fitting outfits. I relax and give up the last of the tension that was in me.

  “Yes, enjoy it. Enjoy her, but remember, this is all for me. You’re submitting to me. Tell me who you belong to.”

  “You.” I pant.

  Natasha continues with her gentle play of my breasts. She’s so soft, skimming my nipples with each movement she makes, playing with me as if I’m delicate and fragile. Luc’s arm reaches around, and his fingers pull at my dress. He presses his fingers hurriedly under my knickers to feel my slick folds. The sensations overload me. The two contrasting touches fog my mind, shorting out my brain so all I’m aware of is the pleasure that each touch delivers. Luc’s finger runs along the edge of my sex but avoids my clit while Natasha’s fondles are sure but gentle. They mix and intertwine in my mind, pulling me deeper into their world.