Unexpected Surrender

by J. M. Walker

  Luther wrapped his arms around my knees. Pushing them to my chest, he thrust hard and deep while he fucked me on the floor of the cage.

  “Luther,” I moaned, taking him further inside me. My body was half in, half out of the cage and although most wouldn’t think it was normal, it was damn near perfect. It was ours. It was everything. It was erotic. Delicious. And damn near violent.

  Luther growled, slapped his hands against the floor on either side of my head, and bucked his hips forward. “So fucking good.”

  “Come, Luther. Please come inside me.”

  “Fuck.” He slammed his mouth against mine, shoved his tongue between my lips, and devoured the hell out of me.

  I moaned, grabbed onto his hips and pulled him forward. I broke the kiss, unable to breathe. “Harder,” I cried out. “Please, harder.”

  His mouth trailed down the length of my jaw, raining tiny bites on my skin. Licking along the shell of my ear, he powered forward and back. “You like this. Being fucked on the floor of my cage. You enjoy being my little pet, don’t you, Lexi?”

  “Yes.” I inched my hands beneath his shirt, running them up the length of his spine. The bumpy ridges reminded me that I had never asked him how he got the scars. I would. In time. But now, I needed him to take me away. To show me his full wrath. To make me his. Every inch of me.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Luther leaned back, falling free from my body and crawling out of the cage. Wrapping his hands around my ankles, he dragged me out with him. Pulling me to my feet, he bent me over the top of the cage and slammed back into me.

  The scream that was lodged in my throat broke free as he fucked me harder and faster. The metal of the cage dug into my hips. His hand gripped my hair, pushing my head face first against the top while his other hand landed hard swats on my ass.

  I whimpered, my knees shaking at the rough hold he had on my body.

  “You wanted me, Lexi. You wanted all of me. Do you regret it yet?”

  “No,” I screamed, a release rocking through my body. His name left my lips until my voice gave out.

  Luther pulled out, spread me open even more and thrust into the tight rim that had only ever been claimed by him.

  Another scream broke. My body burned, the pain from him fucking my ass turning into a pleasure I had never felt before.

  The thrusts slowed, his cock emptying inside of my body. Finally, Luther pulled out. Holding me against him, he cupped my jaw and placed a hard peck on my lips before pushing me to my knees.

  Without even asking me, I knew, and crawled back inside the cage.

  ***

  (Luther)

  With my marks on her skin and my cum deep inside her ass, I closed the door of the cage and locked it. I had no intention of fucking Lexi. Not like that. But my control had snapped. It took everything in me not to continue but my orgasm had stopped me. She was lucky.

  “Do you hate me?” she asked, her voice small.

  “No, pet.” And that was the truth. I didn’t hate her. At all. I hated what she did, and she would make up for it. She would have to earn my forgiveness but hate her? Not one fucking bit.

  “Then why did you fuck me like you did?” She curled into a ball, a tear falling free from her eye.

  I walked around the cage and crouched, cupping her head. Her hair was a wild mess around her head. Her leggings torn. But she was flawless and damn near perfect. I wouldn’t have her any other way.

  “You owe me for your betrayal. I will make you pay for what you did. And I will get the answers I’m looking for, but right now you need to rest. I’ll come collect you in a while and give you a bath, feed you and let you use the washroom.”

  “Will you ever let me out of here?”

  I was taken aback by her question. I wasn’t a good man, but I also wasn’t a monster. “What do you think, pet?”

  She pushed to her forearms. “I think you’re showing me just how mad you are over everything that happened.”

  “Rest.” I stood. “I’ll come get you in a bit,” I said, heading to the door.

  “Luther?”

  I stopped, staring back at her. “Yes?”

  “You can fuck me, hate me, do whatever you want to me…” Her breath hitched. “But it won’t stop me from loving you.”

  Instead of responding, I left the room and locked the door behind me. I realized then that I had truly met my match. Lexi was placed in my life when I needed her most. Although we hadn’t met the normal way, she was mine and I was hers. What we shared was ours. I could be rough with her and she welcomed it with open arms. She begged for it.

  Heading to my bedroom, I stripped along the way. Once I reached the large room, I was naked. Throwing my clothes in the laundry hamper, I trudged to the bathroom. The scent of Lexi was all over me. She was embedded in my skin. In my damn senses. The love I had for her scared the shit out of me. Because I knew, no matter what happened, I would go to the darkest place of my soul to keep her. And I hadn’t been there since I was a kid. I just prayed she would join me.

  Lexi

  EVERYTHING IN ME TOLD me that Luther was trying to get me to hate him. I wasn’t sure why. I knew I screwed up. I trusted a man who would help me bring down my brother only to lose another man I loved in the process.

  It had felt like days since I was forced to crawl into Luther’s cage. Even though I knew that wasn’t the case, time seemed to stand still. I lost all sense of reality the longer I was stuck between these four walls of bars.

  Luther had fucked me two more times against the cage, only to throw me back inside it. As much as I wanted to hate him for it, I couldn’t. He had warned me that there was a side to him that I wasn’t ready for. That neither of us were ready for but I found that I enjoyed it. Every bit of him.

  Just when I thought Luther had left me alone for what I could only assume was the same night, the door opened.

  My body thrummed, hoping he would use me for a fourth time. Although my hips were bruised from being pushed up against the metal edge of the cage, my nipples peaked and my core clenched with anticipation.

  Luther came into the room and crouched in front of the cage. Unlocking the door, he reached inside.

  Before he could speak, I was in his arms with my body wrapped around him. I feared he would push me away but instead, he lifted me and carried me out of the room.

  He held me against him, running his hand up and down my back.

  I squeezed him, snuggling my face into the crook of his neck and inhaled the heady scent of our sex. He hadn’t showered, and I could smell me all over him. My desire. The faint scent of my perfume tickled my nose.

  Once we were in his room, he brought me to his large bathroom and placed me gently on my feet.

  “I’ll run you a bath,” he said, brushing his hand down my cheek.

  I nodded, glancing at the toilet. My bladder suddenly screamed for release.

  “I’m not leaving, Lexi, so you might as well get used to relieving yourself in front of me.” Luther sat on the edge of the large tub and turned on the water.

  Doing as I was told, I used the toilet, the embarrassment vanishing quickly when my bladder got the relief it needed.

  “Are you going to join me?” I asked him when I was finished.

  “Do you want me to?”

  I nodded, coming up to his side and taking off my clothes. Standing naked before him, I waited. For what I was no longer sure.

  “You have bruises.” He brushed his thumb over my hip bones, his dark eyes popping back to mine. “Do you hurt?”

  I shrugged. Physically, not really. But emotionally? Yes.

  His jaw clenched. Pulling off his own clothes, Luther placed them in the laundry hamper.

  My eyes widened.

  With his back to me, that was when I truly saw them. I had seen him naked before but never in this light. And I sure as hell didn’t see the tattoos on his back.

  “Luther.” I walked up to him, brushing my hands over his back.


  He stiffened. “Lexi.”

  “What happened?” The tattoos marking his skin had been slashed. Almost like he had been whipped repeatedly.

  “I was punished.” He turned around, grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.

  “For what?” I asked, my heart jumping.

  “I like pain, pet. But it wasn’t by choice. That’s why when I revealed myself to you and you slapped me, my cock only became harder.”

  I shivered, remembering that moment when he had let it be known that he was my Master.

  “I don’t understand,” I murmured. “You can be dominant but enjoy pain as well?”

  “Yes.”

  “How?” I frowned, trying to understand.

  “I don’t know, Lexi.” He pulled me to the tub, helping me into the hot water. “I’ve liked pain for as long as I can remember but I would have these moments where I would black out. I would do things during these blackouts but have no recollection of it. The pain, my sessions, would help me learn to control them. And it’s worked so far. But it’s been a while.”

  “Is that why you asked me how I would feel about whipping you?”

  “Yes.” Luther stepped into the tub behind me.

  I sat, leaning against him.

  He wrapped his arms around me, kissing the side of my neck. “I won’t ask you to do anything that you don’t want to do but I trust you. Even though we have shit to work through, I still do trust you.”

  I turned in his arms, leaning against the side of the tub. “I am sorry. I’m sorry for everything.”

  “I know you are.” Luther grabbed a cloth, dipped it into the water and ran it over my shoulders and upper back. “I’m sorry for throwing you in my cage. I also shouldn’t have fucked you like I did tonight.”

  “I liked it,” I muttered. “Is something wrong with me?”

  “No.” He cupped my face and placed a soft peck on my temple. “You liked it just as much as I did.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “I shouldn’t have done that though. I…fuck. I’m truly sorry.”

  “I know,” I whispered. “Have you talked to Georgio?” He’d fucked up something fierce and I had no idea if he would ever be able to earn Luther’s trust again.

  “No.” Luther leaned back. “I should. I know I should but I…” He hesitated. “I’ve known him since we were kids. And as much as it pisses me off, I understand why he couldn’t tell me he was with the FBI. I get that part. But what I don’t get is how he could drag you into this.”

  “I could have said no.” I turned back around and leaned against Luther’s chest. “I should feel more guilt for what happened to my brother. Maybe I will. Maybe it hasn’t truly hit me yet. I didn’t know Georgio was going to kill him. I had no idea at all.” I sat forward, curling my knees against my chest. “I wish I could have talked to Charlie first before this shit went down.”

  “I know, pet.” Luther ran his hands up and down my back, easing some of the tension rippling through me. “My sister is going to stop by later today.”

  “Maybe she can give me some insight into who my brother was as well.”

  “Maybe but I don’t think she knows anything more than we do.” Luther brushed my hair off my nape. “I think she was his way out of his head.”

  “He used her.” I leaned my head to the side, giving Luther better access to my throat.

  “Mmmhmm…” Luther ran his fingers beneath the underside of my breast. “I think he let her play. Do whatever she wanted. Some people who are in control of everything around them, need to submit in the bedroom.”

  “Like me,” I whispered.

  “Yeah, pet.” Luther kissed my shoulder. “Exactly like you.”

  “I’m still so confused about everything but there’s one thing I’m not confused about.” I looked up at him then.

  “What’s that?” he asked, his voice husky.

  “My feelings for you,” I said, breathlessly.

  “Yeah?” He turned me in his arms, pulling me onto his lap. “And what are your feelings for me?”

  “Hmm…” I tapped my chin. “You’re an asshole but—” Luther pushed me back until I was submerged in the water. I pushed him, came up for air, and coughed.

  He chuckled.

  “I can’t believe you did that,” I said between coughs.

  “That’s what you get for calling me an asshole, pet.” He placed a soft peck between my breasts. “Even though it’s true.” He winked.

  I sighed, brushing his bangs out of his hair. “So…” I didn’t want to ruin the moment between us, but I needed to know. “Can I spend the night in your bed?”

  “I’m not putting you back in the cage. Not tonight. If that’s what you’re wondering.”

  “It is,” I said, blowing out a slow breath.

  “As pissed as I am...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “We can’t move forward if we don’t deal with this shit. But I promise you, I will fuck you against my cage again.” He ran his thumbs over the bruises on my hips. “I know you enjoy the bite of the metal in your skin. You may not need pain to get off, but you certainly become wetter.”

  My body heated. “I am sorry,” I murmured. “For everything.”

  “I know.” His eyes darkened. “But I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

  “What did you want to talk about?” I asked, my body heating. I knew what he wanted. His dick had hardened between us in the past couple of minutes. “This?” I wrapped my hands around him.

  “Hop on, baby,” he growled. “Earn my forgiveness.”

  And I did.

  Luther

  “PLEASE.” FUCK. I SHIVERED, my body heating as the pain sliced through me. I needed more of it. I needed to bathe in the agony and let it wash over me. I needed it to control me, so I could learn to control my lust for it. It wasn’t right. This need for more. This hunger to hurt. This yearning for torture.

  “One more.”

  I winced, bracing myself as the slice of the whip cut into my back.

  My body exploded, a hard cry leaving my lips as the orgasm ripped through me.

  A wet cloth was shoved into my hands. The sound of a door closing a moment later grated on my nerves.

  It always ended this way.

  She whipped.

  I came.

  She left.

  I shot up in bed, my skin covered in a cold sheen of sweat.

  “Luther?” A gentle hand cupped my shoulder.

  I grabbed it, brought it to my mouth, and laid back down beside Lexi. Pulling her into my arms, I brushed my face into the crook of her neck. A sense of calm washed over me as I laid with her in my arms.

  “You okay?” she asked, pulling my arm tighter around her.

  “I am now.” I kissed the spot beneath her ear.

  “Bad dream?”

  “Yeah,” I murmured. I hadn’t had a dream like that in years. I had been good. Things had been good but clearly my time for another session was coming. And soon. Fuck.

  “Want to talk about it?” Lexi asked softly, rolling onto her side until she was facing me.

  I reached over her and turned on the lamp before scrubbing a hand down my face. I didn’t want to talk about it, but I knew I should. I should tell Lexi everything that made up me. That made me who I was today.

  “There was a woman,” I croaked. “I’m not sure what you would want to call her. I never talked to her. I never met with her outside of my…sessions.”

  “Sessions?” Lexi raised an eyebrow, keeping her hand locked in mine.

  “Yeah, pet.” I rolled over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. “She helped me deal with those blackouts I told you about.”

  “Oh. What else did she help you with?”

  “Just that.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, warding off the impending headache threatening to consume me. “She would whip me, and I would…fall apart.” Which was putting it politely.

  “You would have an orgasm?” Lexi asked, her voice small.

  “Yeah.”


  Lexi rested her head on my chest. “If you need my help, I’m here.”

  I met her gaze. “Really?” She had told me before that she would help me, that she would whip me if that was what I needed, but hearing her say it again stirred something inside of me.

  “Just tell me what I need to do,” Lexi said. “I might not like it but if it’s therapy or helps you or whatever, I’m…I’m willing to try. For you.”

  I pushed her onto her back, kneeled between her legs, and crushed my mouth to hers.

  She gasped, letting me in and arching beneath me.

  “I fucking love you,” I murmured against her mouth.

  “Mmmm…” She snaked her hands around my neck, deepening the kiss. “I love you too, Luther.”

  ***

  (Lexi)

  Instead of answering me, Luther made love to me for the rest of the night until we both passed out. I wanted answers from him. I wanted to know what was going on and why suddenly he seemed more stressed than usual. I also wanted to know who the woman was that he used to see or let unleash her full wrath on him. It didn’t make sense to me that he was dominant but a masochist just the same. I had no idea that was even possible.

  Luther let me sleep for a few hours before slipping back inside my body. It had been gentle and sweet, nothing like the man on top of me. It contradicted with his actions but made me fall even more in love with him just the same.

  Later that morning, a ringing jarred through me.

  With my eyes still closed, I reached out and snatched my phone off the nightstand. “Yeah.”

  “Lexi?”

  My eyes widened. I sat up, glancing at the clock. It was almost noon. “Oh God. Britney. I’m so sorry.” I had left her in charge while I wasn’t at the deli, but I forgot to call her directly and let her know what was going on.

  “I’m just glad you’re okay. I was worried sick. All of us have been.”

  My chest tightened. I was momentarily surprised that Charlie’s death never made the news but then I quickly remembered that the men in my life preferred to keep it a secret.

  “There’s been a family emergency, everything’s fine,” I added quickly for fear she would ask questions I wasn’t ready to answer. “I just need a couple more days and then I’ll be back there. Anything you need to stock up, just use the business account.” I stood from the bed and began pacing. “Has anything else happened?”