ReclaimedSurrender

by Riley Murphy

  “But first you have to ask me. You have to think up a nice and polite little way to ask me to take you this way. You’ll have to tell me why you so desperately want to be ridden like this. Why after all these years this is your one and only desire today. Make it convincing, Alex. I must be convinced or else I’ll deny you. You don’t want me to deny you, do you?”

  Rene knew the second she hit sub-space. The energy in her body shifted and her breath deepened. He cupped his hand under her chin and lifted. Sure enough, her eyes were glassy, the pupils dilated and her cheeks had the sexiest flush to them. “Should I deny you?”

  “No. Please…”

  “Please what, baby? What do you want?” She swayed against him almost as if she were drunk, but he insisted. “I want you to think about this, Alex. You have to ask or else I won’t do it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes—no, please.”

  He grasped her jaw tighter and made sure she was looking at him. “Focus. Come on. Good girl. Do you understand you have to ask me nicely to fuck you in the ass before I’ll do it?”

  She shivered hard. “Yes.”

  “Take your time thinking about the right words otherwise I might deny you and you don’t want that, do you?”

  “No.”

  “Say it.”

  “No, I don’t want that.”

  He let go of her chin and whispered, “What do you want?”

  “I—I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

  Rene carried her to the top of the stairs because he knew from experience she got clumsy and disoriented when she was like this. He waited until he reached the guest bedroom door before he put her down.

  “You go on in and wait for me by the side of the bed. I won’t be—”

  He was going to say “long”, but just then she dropped to her knees. For a split second he feared she’d passed out. She hadn’t. Instead she grabbed hold of his right thigh and wrapped her arms around it, pressing her cheek against a spot close to his groin, and begged.

  “Please don’t deny me your bed. Please, Master, I’ll do anything. Anything for the returned privilege. I swear.”

  The sight of her on her knees with the bulk of his white terry robe puddled behind her like the cape of a dethroned queen stroked him fiercely. He hadn’t intended to bring her to his bed right now. He was going to wait until later, when he had her writhing and begging for his slightest touch, but this was more poignant. More powerful and fulfilling than any sex-fueled and panted-out words between them could be.

  She’d never called him Master. Not once in all the years they’d been together. Not in the thick of a heavy scene, not when she’d been on the verge of crumbling in his hands had that coveted title ever passed between her lips. He’d always hoped. Always secretly wanted her to gift him this way. So to say that he was surprised and pleased by this would have been understating the matter entirely. He hesitated. Momentarily at a loss because he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Instead he decided to make sure she knew what she was doing. That she understood what she was saying. Offering. Giving. Surrendering.

  “Ask me nicely.”

  Her hands tightened on his thigh. She readjusted and his body instantly reacted. He was hard, hot and ready to burst until she spoke. Then he ignored the rage of lust that clawed at him from the inside out. He remained completely still and listened to his kind of perfection.

  “Please, Master. Allow me the privilege of sharing your bed. I beg you.”

  “Stand up.” His voice was gruff with emotion. He couldn’t help it. The idea that she’d fully embraced him like this, finally accepted him this way was overwhelming.

  He was in the process of slipping the robe from her shoulders, getting ready to tell her she was welcome, when he spied his collar on her and his rapid thoughts derailed in an instant. Was she prepared to accept him as Master for just the one week because she thought she had to now that she wore his silver? He let go of the robe and it landed on the floor. His disappointment was a physical and crushing weight in his chest.

  “Go, Alex. Go to my bed before I change my mind. Stretch out on your stomach and wait for me.”

  “Thank you.”

  She turned to leave, but he caught her arm. “Thank you, what?”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  Letting her go was the hardest thing he’d done in a long while. Damn torture, when all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and make her swear that he was her Master now and forever. He took a deep breath, let his head fall back and stared at the ceiling as he contemplated this newest piece to the puzzle that made up his wife. Would he ever know what went on in that mind of hers? Please, Master. That worshipful plea grabbed hold of his heart and tugged hard. She was such a worthy woman to be mastered.

  Hell, he’d known it instantly. That fateful moment years ago, when she’d marched into his boardroom and showed off her superior intellect with an elegant modesty that was breathtaking. It hadn’t taken him more than five minutes to fall in love with her. She was wickedly smart, independent and strong minded and these were the beautiful things about her he never wanted to change. Oh sure, she’d challenged his dominance every step of the way, but that’s what he loved best. It kept things between them interesting and surprising. Surprised, like he was now.

  He shook his head and sighed. Master. She truly was playing with dangerous fire giving him this type of deference. She was opening up old desires, which may have been better for her left alone because now all he could think about was her saying it again and again. And if it was true that she thought only to address him as such for these few shorts days because he’d collared her? Well, hell, he’d make damn sure he’d push her to say it as often as possible.

  Chapter Eight

  Alexis was more than coherent now. That’s why she was scowling. Master? Where had that come from? She stretched across the width of the king-size bed and mentally debated. You want him to be a bigger part of your life. You miss his guidance and compelling attentions. You ache to experience the stripped-down and raw intimacy you used to share together.

  He broke that trust.

  Yes, he did, Alexis. Get over it. It was a mistake. A terrible mistake that weighed more heavily upon him than it did on you.

  That realization brought her up short because she fully understood the concept. Was that why she so readily accepted him as her Master now? She closed her eyes and swallowed. No, in the deepest part of her heart she knew he deserved the honor and that’s why she’d given it to him. She inhaled sharply as a picture of herself clinging to his knee came to mind.

  He is my Master.

  She exhaled. How had he managed to bring her to a place in their non-vanilla lifestyle she secretly promised herself that she’d never go with him? A place too far removed from everything she’d been taught was normal. Taught? That’s what he’s done. He’s taught you to want things you swore you never wanted. Created needs inside you that only he can fill.

  There was nothing wrong with that, was there?

  No, because Rene had also taught her to embrace every facet of herself. The good and the bad with a grace that could withstand it all. This was imperative, as she’d be counting on that strength now.

  Every part of her prickled with pent-up expectations while she waited for him. She loved the ebb and flow of the moment. Where her fear mingled with excitement and her shame competed with her pride. She knew Rene loved her without question just the way she was and that truth unchained every doubt she’d locked away as protection and allowed her princess-warrior to step aside.

  By the time he came into the room she’d completely surrendered herself to him. Her mind, body and soul. She was lost in the moment and more than ready to do anything he chose to do to her without question.

  “Press your face against this,” he said. Lifting her head and smoothing the jersey fabric of one of his t-shirts underneath her. When he gently lowered her back down that familiar one-of-a-kind cologne engulfed her. Inspired her. Fired her. Intoxi
cated her.

  She couldn’t help her conditioned reaction. It was instinctual. Primitive. Primal. She groaned and dug her jaw into the fragrant folds. Capturing the material in trembling hands and crushing it with her fists, pushing it into her nose. Breathing. Sighing. Dying to be touched. Tasted. Tormented, because Rene always wore this special blended scent when he opened her up for his pleasure alone.

  “I knew you’d like that.”

  She vaguely heard what he said. She was too busy pushing her hips into the mattress. Moaning into the jersey. Strangling the fabric. Twisting it. Making love to it.

  “Okay, kitten, that’s enough purring over me. Let go. Easy, that’s a good girl. Bend your arms up. Like this. Good, very good.” Rene stood in front of her. His thighs were close to her forehead as he worked to reposition her. “I’m going to take down your panties. I’m not going to fully remove them because I like to see the lace looped around your knees. What do you say?”

  “Thank you.”

  He leaned over and slowly pulled them down. Dragging his fingers in tantalizing pressure along the insides of her thighs until he abruptly stopped. “Thank you, what?”

  “Master.”

  “Better.” He took his time with the lace. Easing it down. Caressing her skin through the sheer fabric, saying, “You will remember to address me properly from now on, Alex. I won’t remind you again.” He stroked her right thigh from knee to center and back again. “Do you understand?”

  She didn’t mean to squirm. To flex herself toward his delicious touch. It just kind of happened. “I understand.”

  He smacked her bottom with one sharp tap and then laid his hand over the instantly heated surface. “And no moving. You know better than that.”

  “Y-yes. Sor-ry, Master.” She willed every muscle in her body to relax. She wanted to show him that she did know better. She wanted to prove it to him.

  “Ah.” He finished with her panties, leaving them around her knees as his hands roamed upward. Over her thighs, between them, over her butt cheeks, between them, over her lower back and between her shoulders blades until she heard him say through the descending and familiar fog, “This is much better, Alex. Your body is trained so well to my hand. Look at how nicely it opens up and welcomes my touch.” He trailed his fingers down her spine, over the cleft of her bottom and let them dip low between her legs. “Wet. So wet.”

  His firm, sexy and commanding voice set her off and her fingers automatically curled into the sheets, as she prayed he’d touch her more deeply.

  “Flatten those palms, Alex. There’ll be no tension in you this afternoon. None. You will close your eyes and take steady, measured breaths. Do it now.”

  He took his hands off her and she half-groaned, half-cried from the loss. Quickly she turned her nose into the jersey and breathed.

  “Are you that hungry, baby? It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” When she didn’t answer right away, he grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled. “Hasn’t it?”

  “Yes, too long, Master.” She shifted. “So long.”

  “Alex.” He gave her another tug. Only this time in warning when she tried to angle up and rub her cheek against his thigh. “I did not give you permission to touch me.”

  “I’m sorry, Master. I want only to please you, but…”

  “But what, Alex? Focus and finish your thought.”

  “I’m slipping. I want to be present so I can show you how brave I am.”

  He sighed and eased his grip. Laying her cheek back down on the mattress, he took hold of the elastic tie in her hair and slid it off. His strong fingers raked through the loose strands, massaging her scalp for a moment before he bent and kissed her forehead. “And I’d prefer, for the first little while, you weren’t present.” He caressed her brow. “Until it’s me inside you, little one, I want you to escape. Let me get you there.”

  He scooped up the bottom half of her and placed a pillow beneath her. No sooner had he put her back down then he was lifting her up again.

  “Not high enough. I like your beautiful ass in the air. There, that’s better. What do you say?”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Good girl. I want you to promise me, Alex. I want you to think of me as your Master even in your private thoughts. Here and right now, I’m not Rene to you. I’m not your husband. I’m more than those two things combined. I’m your world. Your protector. Your Master. Your life. Say it.”

  “You’re my world. My protector. My Master. My life.”

  That’s when he went to work. In no time at all, every part of her was slick with oil and aching for him. She couldn’t help herself. She undulated against the pillows, moaning and then groaning more when he smacked her bottom and told her to stop.

  Vaguely she heard him speaking about the afternoon before, when she’d slid over his desk. She wasn’t sure what he was saying about that, but he did give her two healthy spanks, which stung and burned until the feeling spread out from there and made her shiver. Working to drive her deeper into her quiet place. She was so content in her peaceful space that she barely noticed when he drizzled a good portion of cool oil between her bottom cheeks and rubbed, until he rubbed hard. Really hard and she was forced out of her shell to gasp, to flex, and raggedly breathe.

  He took no notice of her discomfort. “Flatten those palms, Alex. Let go of the sheets. Easy.”

  She hadn’t realized she was wrenching the fabric in her hands. Nor did she know how he’d gone from being positioned at her head to now standing on the opposite side of the bed at her feet. “I-I didn’t…”

  “Shh, relax, baby.”

  His words penetrated her desire-induced haze at the same time the silicone device slid into her. “Jesus!”

  “Don’t tense up. Relax and take a deep, long breath.”

  His hand slipped between her legs and found her sweet spot. His slow and incredibly gentle strokes almost eased the memory of the burn from her consciousness. Almost. “It’s uncomfortable.”

  “I want you to bear it. You’ll gladly bear it. Remember this is for me. Relax and breathe. Let all the tension go.”

  He pushed the object into her another inch and she gasped. The wicked burning took her breath away.

  “You will not make a sound. Not one sound, Alex, unless you can’t continue. If you can’t do this for me you know what to say and I’ll stop. Otherwise, I want your silence because I don’t want you distracted. I want you to focus on what I say, on what I tell you and then on what I do to you. Nod if you understand.”

  She bit down hard on her lower lip as he mercilessly eased that thing into her another solid inch. In the store it hadn’t looked that big to her, but right now she was thinking it was. This was never going to work. She was—

  Her whole body jerked and she lost her train of thought. Her Master had slipped two fingers inside her pussy and found her G-spot. He tapped and stroked that spot so thoroughly she began sweating. Panting. Silently crying into the scent of him on that laid-out jersey.

  “How beautiful is this? How fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, withdrawing his hand from her and lovingly stroking her cleft. Grasping her cheeks in his strong fingers, he moved his palms in a circular motion that opened and closed her ass over the fully inserted device. The rhythmic action created a tension that built to a sharp pang of desire like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was acute and—

  “No coming, Alex. Not now and not during your quiet time. Nod if you understand. Good.” He let go of her and slipped a hand between her legs, pressing his knuckles against her clit. “That’s it. You can shake all you want.” He increased the pressure. “Tremble, baby. I like to see you falling apart. That’s it. Mmm… Wet and open and ready, just the way I like you.”

  She wanted to come so bad. Her inner muscles twitched and contracted and openly wept their desire for him again and again until he pulled away.

  “You’re so fucking responsive.” He used the flat of his palms to spread her thighs as far as the res
trictive panties would allow. He didn’t move from that intimate positioning. Was he staring at her? Examining her? The wild flutters grew in her belly and took over until every bone in her body sank languidly into muscle. She was floating. Sailing outside herself.

  “I’m going to leave you to your quiet time now. You’ll be alone with your thoughts. Thoughts of how prettily you can ask me to fuck this spectacular ass of yours.” He latched on to her butt cheeks and crushed them together, sending electrifying sensations through all her fully primed nerve endings. The abrupt move made her whole body convulse. “Make it convincing, Alex. You’ll have to be very convincing.”

  By the time she stopped quaking her Master was gone. It took her several moments to catch her breath and return to earth, realizing he was done with her for now. The fact that he’d left her in this achy and highly charged state was of little consequence because he’d return soon enough and when he did she needed to be prepared to convince him.

  * * * * *

  An hour later, Rene reentered the room. He turned on one of the lamps on the nightstand, as the late-afternoon shadows had begun to swallow up the space within and interfere with his view. And what a view.

  Alexis lying nearly naked on his bed. If not for the sexy red lace that looked like a pair of manacles circling her knees she would be completely bare. He walked around the four-poster, to the opposite side where those knees gently rested.

  “You look like you’ve done well, Alex. Your positioning is perfect. Your ass is still raised and inviting, just how I want it. You didn’t come, did you?” When she didn’t answer he smiled. “Good girl. You may speak.”

  “No, Master.”

  He put one hand on the small of her back while he bent and slipped his other between her legs. “You’re very wet.” Her muscles clenched against his fingers while he made this observation. A clear indication she was on edge and ready. Only fear of his disapproval held her back.

  He straightened and asked, “Do you have something to say to me, little one?”

  “Yes, Master.”