Desert Surrender

by Melinda Barron

  He tilted her large breast up to give her better access. The chain and her ring tasted strange as she followed his instructions. The sweetness of the chocolate won out, and she cleaned her nipple totally, her nipple popping from her mouth as he released her breast gently.

  “I guess there’s something to be said about having fatty boobs, huh?” She laughed nervously, then watched him move to the other side of the table.

  “Now this one.” She licked herself again, not sucking her nipple into her mouth until he gave her instructions to do so. This time his free hand traced her thighs as she suckled herself. When he let her go, he stroked her cheek. “You’re such a good girl. Too bad you can’t lick your own pussy. I’d like to see that.”

  Laughter bubbled out of her mouth. “I’m fat, so my boobs are real and big and can move. I’m not a contortionist.”

  “You’re not fat; you’re extremely beautiful and very delectable.” Heat rushed through her at his words. Even Serge, who had professed to love her, had told her at times how heavy she was, how much he wanted her to slim down. Maddox leaned toward her, kissed her gently.

  “I’m still hungry, and I hate to see good hummus go to waste. It’s one of my favorite foods.” He trailed his hand down her body as he moved to the end of the table. He grasped her thighs and pulled her toward him until her ass barely rested on the table. Then he sat in the chair, and his head disappeared between her thighs.

  She cried out as his tongue speared her lips, diving inside her folds and licking greedily. His soft murmurs of approval as he feasted made her feel more wanted than she’d ever felt in her life. His tongue teased her pussy, lapping at her clit from time to time. She gasped and undulated into him, the pull on her rings as delicious as the softness of his tongue.

  When he pulled her clit into his mouth, then flicked the tip of his tongue over the tight nub, she came, her body tightening with pleasure as he continued his luscious assault.

  “Maddox! Oh fuck.” She fell back onto the table, pressing herself into his mouth as he continued to eat. When his head finally lifted, she wanted to scream at him to go back for more. She propped herself up on her elbows and gazed down at him, her eyes heavy with desire.

  “So good.”

  “Yes, it was rather tasty.” He smacked his lips, then squeezed her thigh. “Now it’s time for you to have something substantial to eat. On your knees.”

  Clarissa thought she’d never heard such a great offer. She dropped down, ignoring the tension on her chain and put her hands on his fly.

  “No, hands behind your back.” Her excitement doubled as she obeyed. Was it because she knew she was about to taste him, or was it the appealing way he ordered her to do things that made her feel so wonderful inside? She didn’t know, and right now she didn’t care. All she wanted was to suck him.

  Her gaze fastened on his hands greedily as they went to his belt, slowly undoing it. Would he spank her with that belt one day? The idea thrilled her. He didn’t pull it loose from its loops today, though. He let it drop, then unbuttoned his pants, his hands going to the zipper.

  “Are you hungry?” He lifted one of his hands to her head, lightly brushing hair away from her face. The soft touch made her nerve endings sizzle even more.

  “Starving.” She leaned her head into his hand, and he cupped her cheek, caressing her jaw with the pad of his thumb.

  “Do you remember last night?”

  She nodded, leaning into him more.

  “Then you know what to do.”

  She lifted her gaze to where he stared down at her. “Please, Maddox, may I have your cock?”

  “Yes, you may. So very sweet.” He undid his zipper slowly, the sound seeming to fill the room and drown out her own ragged breathing. When he lifted his cock out of his shorts and stroked it, she wanted to push his hand away, swallow him whole. She inched her mouth toward him, and he pulled back.

  “Not yet. Don’t be in such a hurry.”

  “I asked nicely.” She could hear the whining in her voice, and it made her cringe.

  “Yes, you did. I’m not ready yet. I’m enjoying watching you kneel before me, ready to suck me at my command.”

  Clarissa licked her lips, hoping that would encourage him to come back toward her. She put out her hand in an effort to touch him, and he leaned away. “No, back in position and wait for permission.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want you to, that’s why.”

  Clarissa clasped her hands behind her back, then looked down at the floor. It was best to try and focus on anything besides his dick, which seemed so close and yet so far away. She smiled at the often-used analogy and thought back to the books she’d read last week.

  A submissive followed her Dom’s commands, let him control their time together. She trusted him to do what was right, and he trusted her to place herself in his hands and let him lead.

  “Good girl.” He stroked her hair again. “I’m going to put my cock right in front of your mouth, and I want you to lick. That’s all, just lick. If you take me in your mouth, I’ll move away. Understand?”

  “Yes, Maddox.” Should she be calling him that? Or was it time for her to call him Master? He hadn’t said anything about that, and she hadn’t asked. Since yesterday they’d been content to play, and maybe that’s all they were doing now, playing. Would it lead to something permanent? She’d never thought it would, because permanency wasn’t something she envisioned in her life, unless her parents forced her into the situation.

  He stepped in front of her, one hand resting on the base of his cock, the other moving to her hair. “Just lick.”

  She thought this would be the hardest thing she’d ever done in her life. She wanted to swallow him, taste as much of him as possible. He wanted her to lick, and she was determined to do as he asked.

  Her tongue snaked out and flicked at his piercing, moving it up and down. She bent a little and ran her tongue along the ridge of his head, lapping at him, forcing herself to set a slow, leisurely pace. She moved around, savoring the salty taste of his skin.

  “That’s it.” He moved his fingers around in her hair, caressing her scalp. “Very nice.”

  She licked her way down his shaft until she got to his fingers, lightly running her tongue along them. Then she moved to the other side, licking back up. When she got to the head, she ran her tongue along the ridge once more and whispered, “Please, Maddox, I’m begging.”

  “And so very nicely too. You may do as you like, but keep the pace slow and even. Don’t allow yourself to rush through it.”

  Clarissa kissed the head of his cock, then opened her mouth, planting her lips around the tip and sucking gently.

  “Ahhh, yeah.” His murmur of assent almost drove her crazy. She fought to stay in control, taking him little by little, sucking back and forth before sliding out and licking him again, relishing the taste, craving what was to come.

  When he let go of his cock and clasped her head with both hands, she sucked faster, sliding her tongue around him as she worked. Her hand moved to the spot he had vacated, working that part of his shaft she couldn’t get into her mouth.

  “Bad girl,” he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. She knew instantly what he meant. It wasn’t her sucking he was referring to; it was her hands. He’d told her to keep her hands behind her back. She quickly moved them back, and his whispered, “good girl,” sent shivers up her spine.

  He tightened his grip in her hair, guiding her head a little faster, and when she felt his cock pulse, she knew what was to come. He pulled back from her, one hand still in her hair, the other on his cock. He let loose with a stream of cum, spraying her breasts as they rose and fell in excitement.

  When he was done, he let go of her hair and stepped away. “Beautiful.”

  “I would have—”

  “Swallowed? That’s for sweet subs who follow exact orders. Next time you’ll remember to keep your hands behind your back, won’t you?”

  “Yes, M
addox.”

  “I’m very glad to hear that.” He put his hands on his hips and smiled down at her. “Let’s share a shower, shall we? Then we’ll stay here tonight. In the morning, you can take the car back to Henderson and check on things.”

  She nodded, standing on shaky feet. “May I take my shoes off for the shower?”

  “Yes, you may.”

  “Good. These things cost a fortune, and I would hate to ruin them on the first day I owned them.”

  She held out her arms while he unhooked the chain, letting it fall to the ground. Then he cocked his head toward the room he’d disappeared in earlier. “Let’s go.”

  There was room in the shower for both of them, but it looked like a tight fit. Maddox told her he’d had this bathroom designed that way. “Nothing like playing in tight, enclosed spaces,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows lasciviously.

  Clarissa giggled. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this relaxed with a lover. She’d always been worried about motives, about them getting close, making her feel wanted, then asking about money. She didn’t have to worry about that with Maddox, though. He had money of his own.

  He turned on the showerhead, testing the water temperature. “I like it hot. And you?”

  “Scalding.” She looked down at his cock. “In more ways than one.”

  “Good.” He stepped back with a flourish. “After you.”

  She moved inside, realizing there was more room than it appeared. When he was next to her, he closed the door. He placed a small bag on the nozzle, then gave her a washcloth and a bar of soap.

  “Serve me.” She didn’t have to ask what he meant. She thoroughly wetted the cloth, then rubbed the bar of soap on the inside, producing a great deal of lather. She started with his chest, marveling at the firmness of his abs, plucking gently at the soft covering of hair.

  He stood silently and let her work. She could feel his gaze on her as she moved to his arms, washing his biceps and forearms, taking great care with every finger. When she was done with the top, she knelt, washing his legs, scrubbing his knees and ankles and running the cloth between his toes as he lifted each foot.

  She relathered the washcloth several times, building up a good amount of soap before going back to her task. When she was done with the front, he turned and she did the same with his back, sliding the soap over him, exploring every inch of his body, kissing each buttock as she washed him.

  As she worked her way up his body, she realized that taking care of him like this only strengthened the bond she felt. If Serge had stepped into the shower and said, “Serve me,” she would have told him to kiss her ass.

  But with Maddox it felt right, felt perfect. She stood and washed his shoulders, then kissed the back of his neck. “Anything else, Master?” Her voice was soft and dreamy, matching the mood that filled her so completely. This was a dream, a sensuous dream that left her aroused, craving his cock.

  He turned back to her, and she looked down. The part of his body in question stood at attention, and she wrapped the washcloth around it, keeping it tight as he groaned in pleasure.

  “Wash yourself while I watch.”

  Clarissa obeyed immediately. The cloth felt sensuous as it slipped over her skin. She lathered each breast, her aching nubs tingling as she touched them. She wanted to offer them to him, beg him to suck her.

  She slid the cloth between her legs, rubbing against her pussy until she groaned.

  “Turn around.” Not one inch of her thought of disobeying. He tugged the cloth from her hand, then popped it against her ass. “Bend over.”

  Desire coursed through her as he caressed her bottom, his hands seeming to glide over her skin. She turned her head to watch him lift the bag from the nozzle, undo the ties, and place it on the center of her back.

  “Turn back around.” There was an edge to his voice, halfway between humor and chastisement. He clasped a buttock in each hand, firmly shaking them, them pulling them apart. A finger slipped between the crease, skimming over her anus, and she groaned as feelings of pleasure snaked out from her core and through her body.

  He wiggled his finger, her opening granting him entrance as she groaned softly.

  “Do you like that, Clarissa?”

  “Yes.” Having her ass played with had never felt so good. She relaxed as he worked his finger inside her, gently probing as she panted in need. When he pulled away from her, cries of pleasure turned into ones of despair.

  “Would you like me to fill your backside?”

  She nodded, grateful for the bar in front of her. She held it tightly as he played. Her legs were shaking, and she worried about them going out from under her. When she felt the tip of something hard at her ass, though, her body tensed and she tried to stand. His hand went to her back immediately, caressing her in gentle, soothing circles.

  “Trust me. Bend back over; it’s just a plug.” She closed her eyes, centering on his hand as he continued to stroke her. The water cascaded off her body, and she watched as it swirled, sliding down the drain as Maddox worked the plug into her ass.

  When the wide end slipped into her, she grunted, then laughed nervously.

  “How do you feel?” He was still touching her, his hands reaching around to fondle her breasts.

  “Full.” She heard something rip, whimpering in pleasure as he stepped up behind her, his hard cock fitting into the ridge of her ass. Without saying a word, he slipped into her pussy, fucking her hard and fast.

  She grasped the bar, worried she would pull it from the wall as he banged into her; the plug moved with his thrusts, bringing her double pleasure. Her fucked her long and hard, then suddenly stopped, one hand taking something from the bag and reaching around to her pussy.

  Soft sobs of pleasure escaped her as he attached a lanyard to her clit ring, then let it go. A chain fell, the weight on the end of it pulling on her ring as it stopped abruptly. She cried out as he clasped her hips, fucking her with more intensity than before. The weight swung as they moved, and Clarissa knew she couldn’t take much more. The intensity was high, her body feeling as if it might implode.

  Maddox’s heavy breathing seemed to wrap itself around her, letting her know he was as close to climax as she was.

  “Maddox, I…”

  “Yes.” He slammed into her hard, and she screamed, the weight pulling on her clit, her orgasm spreading through her. His cock pulsed inside her, and he leaned over, his teeth nipping at her neck.

  They stayed that way afterward, neither of them speaking. Their breathing seemed to fall into complete harmony as he held her. When he finally pulled away, she felt a great loss. She wanted him to stay, to hold her close forever. Water hit her back, and she realized it had turned colder, and that he had taken the brunt of it as he’d fucked her. Had he noticed? Or, like her, had he been so caught up in what they were doing that he’d lost sight of everything around them, including the lukewarm water?

  “Is something wrong?” She stood and pulled him close as he turned off the water.

  “No, I’m just marveling at the fact that I found a woman like you. I want to ask where you’ve been all my life, but all I have to do is go back and check a few newspapers to find out, don’t I?”

  “Yeah, it’s too bad I didn’t catch you a few years ago. I’m sure twice a night is too much for your old body.”

  He snorted out a huff, then smacked her bottom. The plug inside her shifted, and she groaned. “I may be over thirty, but I haven’t lost my sex drive. Trust me.”

  “We’ll see.” She stepped around him and opened the shower door. “But so far I’m impressed.” She ran for the other room, dodging the wet cloth as it sailed past her head.

  Desert Surrender

  Chapter Eight

  “So, pizza with sausage and mushrooms but no onions. You know, if we both had onions it wouldn’t matter.” She picked at the slice of pizza in her hand and looked over to where he sat, cross-legged on the opposite side of the bed.

  After the s
hower, they’d cleaned up the mess in the other room, or most of it, anyway. After that, Maddox had announced he was hungry and had ordered a pizza from the kitchen. It was almost midnight now, and he’d opened the curtains. The lights from the strip illuminated a good portion of the room, since they’d left the overhead lights off.

  “I don’t like onions, although I’m sure it’s nothing near the reason why you don’t like pickles. I just don’t like the taste of onions. Tell me why you have, and I quote, an intense dislike for pickles.”

  “I don’t like the taste of pickles,” she said, deepening her voice to mimic his.

  “Nice try.” He lightly pinched her nipple. “I want the truth.”

  Clarissa put her slice of pizza on the box lid, then reached for her glass of soda. “Listen, only two people know that story, and that’s me and Anna. And if Anna hadn’t been there, there’s no way I would have told her. It’s very, very embarrassing.”

  “I’m hurt that you don’t want to share with me.” He tore off a hunk of his pizza, and she watched as he chewed and swallowed. Even when he was eating, his mouth was sexy.

  “Darling, I’m taking this secret to my grave.” She picked off a mushroom and ate it.

  “We’ll see about that.” He finished off his slice, selected another one. “Tell me, then, about Henry Isaacs.”

  “Talk about coming out of left field. What brought that up?”

  He turned a serious gaze on her. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since you showed up here. When he came into the room in New York, he introduced himself as your fiancé. You immediately said that wasn’t the truth, and he said it would be. Would you like to clarify what he meant?”

  Clarissa turned her head toward the window, focusing on lights across the street. “Do you think anyone can see in here? I mean, the lights are off, but we’re sitting here naked.”

  “Answer the question, please.”

  “Okay. He’s not my fiancé, and if I have anything to do with it, he never will be. I don’t plan on getting married, but my parents are determined to end my wicked ways by marrying me off to someone who can ‘handle me,’ and who ‘accepts my eccentricities,’ as my mother puts it.”