Surrender Boxed Set (Surrender Series Volume 1 - 7. BDSM romance with man love, bad boys, and billionaires.) Read online

  His large amber eyes watched my every move. As I climbed on the bed with the cuffs, his chest hitched up and down faster as his breathing grew rapid with anticipation.

  “Put your wrists against the rails.” I smiled as I said this. I couldn’t help being gentle. He seemed so vulnerable, so innocent, I was almost afraid he’d scoot off the bed and run from the room.

  “Yes, Madame.” He compiled dutifully, watching my fingers as I fastened his wrist to the bed spindle.

  I took time to trace his long, lean muscles with my fingers, my palms, as I finished one arm and moved to the other. I lightly scraped my long, red nails over his chest and his breathing grew quicker still. I grinned, enjoying his instant reaction to my touch. He was going to have trouble holding back, this one, but I’d enjoy disciplining him as much as I would pleasuring him.

  “Be careful,” I warned, as my nails traced a path up to his unbound wrist. “Don’t react too much, or I’ll have to punish you.”

  His reply was breathy. “Yes, Madame.”

  After his second wrist was bound, I straddled him, letting my long, loose waves tickle his nipples. I placed my hands on either side of him, while I rubbed the silky fabric of my stockings up and down his hips. “Now, I’m going to taste every inch of you. Remember, you can’t react, can’t cum, until I tell you to.”

  “Yes, Madame.” His voice was thin and reedy now.

  Admittedly, I loved torturing him like this. Not out of spite or malice. It was simply the thrill of having such a powerful, immediate effect on a submissive. I believed in being responsible with that power, but it was still fun to watch my playmate squirm under the art of my seduction.

  I pressed my lush breasts into his chest, letting my nipples rub over his. Soon we both had raging nipple hard ons, and that wasn’t the only thing that was ramrod stiff. When I next reached between his legs to check, his cock was like an iron bar. I squeezed it, slid my grip slowly up and down the shaft. He clenched his jaw, and his brow wrinkled in a deep frown of concentration.

  My fingers glided to his balls, teasing the velvety sac with the tips of my nails. I dipped my head to his nipples, taking one stiff peak in my mouth and tugging on it with my teeth. His hips arched up then, and he hissed air between his teeth.

  I stopped and sat up. “That was naughty, Submissive.” I waved a finger at him. “Now you have to watch me masturbate for five minutes before I’ll touch you again. Remember, no reaction, or I’ll up the discipline.”

  This time, his response was a ragged whisper. “Yes, Madame.”

  I moved to the side of his body, letting my arm just brush his hip as I position myself. I watched his eyes as I spread my pussy lips. Already they glistened with wetness. I stroked the dampness from my inner labia, using it to lubricate my touch. Then I ground these slick fingers into my clit, pulling the hood back so he could see everything. I had direct access to the swelling bundle of nerves and sensation.

  Chains linking the handcuffs clinked when he strained against them. He licked his bottom lip as he watched me pleasure myself, drew in deep lungfuls of air, but remained silent.

  I plunged two fingers inside my cunt, using my free hand to still rub my clit. Sensation flowed out from my center like warm honey. I found my g-spot and stroked it with curled fingers until I moaned. Then I rubbed my clit harder as the delicious friction thrumming through my loins amped up. Did he whimper in reaction, I wondered, thinking I’d heard a small noise. I decided to let it go, since I couldn’t be sure, and sweat now beaded his crinkled forehead.

  I threw my head back and let out a long groan as I came. Then, when the shivers of orgasm stilled, I straddled him again. “Good boy.” I stroked his chin, kissed his eyelids and the tip of his nose. “Now you get a reward.”

  First I kissed him hungrily. He gave a pained moan into my mouth, as if this contact felt so good it hurt. I explored the roof of his mouth, which seemed to tickle pleasurably, judging by how he sucked my tongue in response. I tasted his teeth and then nibbled his soft, full bottom lip. Then my tongue twined with his and I crushed my lips hard against his, making him give a little groan again. But I didn’t have the heart to punish him for these tiny outbursts of pleasure.

  Instead, I pulled my lips from his and bit a trail down his throat. His body went rigid beneath me, and air whistled loudly as it huffed from his flared nostrils. I laved my tongue over both nipples before I moved lower. Next I peppered kisses across his stomach and around his straining hard on, but I still denied his cock my touch. His fuzzy thatch of golden-red pubic hair tickled my nose as I slipped lower to press my tongue into his balls. He almost arched up as I did so, but he stopped his hips before they raised too high off the mattress.

  I explored the soft, velvety sac with my mouth, sucking the tender flesh into my mouth and using just a scrape of teeth. The tinkle of strained chains sounded again.

  Finally he could take it no more, and he blurted, “Please, Madame.”

  I swirled a fingernail over his spit sleek scrotum. “Please what? You have to tell me what you want. Exactly what you want.”

  “Please suck my cock.” His long fingers curled around the manacles’ chains and he made fists as best he could. “Please make me cum.”

  I circled his glans with one finger, then I scraped under the sensitive ridge with my nail. “How would you like me to suck it?” When I flicked my thumb over his hole, now shining with pearly pre-cum, he gnashed his teeth together.

  “Suck it hard, please,” he breathed. Oh please.”

  I wrapped my lips around his glans, sucking it up into my mouth like it was soft ice cream. Then I swept my tongue over its purple, swollen mass and flicked it beneath the ridge. His hips came up this time. He couldn’t stop himself.

  He gasped. “Are you going to punish me?”

  “Not this time,” I said. “But you better behave if you want to cum.”

  “Yes… Madame.”

  I slid my mouth down the length of his cock, taking all of him in my mouth. While I held him there, I swept my tongue over his straining shaft. He lost control once more when I sucked him hard and fast, answering my rhythm with a frantic face fucking. I knew he was close to cuming, so I tore my lips away and said, “Would you like to cum, Ryan?”

  “Oh yes.” He breathed raggedly. “Please… oh, please, let me cum, Madame.”

  “All right, I said, before I descended on his penis again. “You can react now. I’m going to make you cum hard.”

  With that, my mouth slithered down his slippery cock once more. He let out a loud, almost pained “Ahhhhh,” and drove his cock right to the back of my throat. I fondled his balls as he face fucked me with abandon, cuming deep down my throat.

  “Now, Ryan,” I said, after I licked the head of his cock clean and he started to harden once more, “would you like me to untie you? Let you slide your cock into my pink pussy?”

  He blushed a bit as I pinned him with a smoldering gaze and spoke dirty words. “Yes, Madame, please,” he whispered. “I’d love to be inside of you, to touch you and please you like you’ve pleased me.”

  I took a key from the nightstand and unlocked the handcuffs. Though he was free, he waited dutifully for me to tell him he could touch me. Like a good submissive should. His fingers trembled as he reached out and stroked my face. His hand moved lower, caressing my collarbone then molding to my tits. He squeezed and kneaded the round, white globes. Tentatively at first, biting his lip as he watched my face for reaction. I told him to “Play with my nipples,” and he grew braver then, pinching and rolling the tips until they were throbbing and hard. I moaned and let my head fall back on my shoulders as sensation flowed from my breasts straight to my cunt.

  The more reaction I showed, the braver my submissive grew, and I encouraged this. Finally able to hold back no longer, he cradled my head and pulled me to his lips for a deep, exploratory kiss full of unbridled lust. He completely let himself go, and desire now led him. We moaned into each other’s mouths as the
kiss deepened, our teeth clashing together as our passion grew.

  His hands roamed freely over my body, as did mine over his. He caressed the soft plane of my stomach, and when I parted my legs for him he massaged my inner thigh. His touch was far less tentative as sexual curiosity and erotic need took over.

  “May I taste you?” he whispered.

  I lay back and splayed my legs for him. “Of course.”

  He descended on my vagina like a hungry animal given permission to eat. But he wasn’t like some younger lovers I’d had. He didn’t lap at my cunt in a mindless frenzy. He set out to learn its secrets. First he licked at my clit slowly, testing my reaction to this attention. He drew the hood back, as he’d seen me do earlier, and flit his tongue over the exposed bead of flesh.

  “Ummmm, yesssss,” I groaned, as sensation spread like a warm, pulsing fire through my pussy.

  This encouraged him further. Now he rubbed my clitoris with his thumb, swirling circles lightly at first, then harder as I bucked my hips and told him how good it felt. He dipped his head again to taste every inch of my dripping cunt, licking my outer and inner labia before he traced the tip of his tongue up my slit. Then he flicked it over my clit again before he took the whole thing in his mouth and sucked hard. My stomach tightened as the clitoral orgasm bloomed outward from my pelvis, making my limbs shiver, making me cry out loudly.

  “Submissive,” I murmured, breathing hard as I came down from my climax, “fuck me now. Stick your cock deep inside of me.”

  “Yes, Madame,” his words came out guttural, almost breathless.

  He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, but I took it from him, unwrapped it, and told him to “Lie back,” while I slowly slipped the sheathe over the tip of his penis. He sucked in air and held it as he watched me, but he didn’t reach for me. He knew to once more assume the submissive role for the time being. He was a natural, and a quick learner. The young fox faced man could have easily worked his way into my heart. I took my time rolling the thin rubber skin down his shaft. When I reached the base, he slid his hands up my bare back and urged me closer, unable to maintain his submission through his ardent need to be inside my cunt.

  I let him guide me over his cock, then I sank down around his girth, my pussy stretching to take all of him. He wasn’t overly long, but his penis was thick and well curved for hitting the g-spot. I rode him slowly at first, staring into his eyes as I stroked his chest. His hands cupped my ass and urged me to ride faster, so I pumped my hips with greater force, absorbing the mind blowing friction his penis stirred inside of me. His glans thumped my g-spot and glided over the tiny bead just right. Tingling unfurled from this center and tightened my muscles with bliss.

  I dug my fingernails into his chest and ground my hips frantically into his pelvis, taking his cock as deep as I could. “Do you like that?” I whispered.

  “Ohhh, yes,” he breathed. “It feels so amazing.”

  “Don’t cum until I tell you to,” I warned.

  “Yes, Madame.” He grit his teeth and focused on staving off orgasm as I fucked him frantically.

  The tingling in my g-spot burst and showered my cunt walls with ecstasy. I dug my nails in deeper, and he clutched my ass with his fingers until I was pressed tight against his groin.

  “You can cum now,” I managed, grinding into him frantically. Then I screamed out my second orgasm.

  He responded by pumping up into me once, twice, and giving a shrill cry as he came.

  We lay there after, and I pulled him close and kissed his forehead. “I’m glad to be your first.”

  “I’m glad you were, too.” He shyly glanced up at me, then nuzzled into the side of my neck.

  ***

  “Call him,” Dmitri said, his arms crossed over his massive chest as he frowned.

  “Call who?” I feigned ignorance as I pushed my reading glasses up my nose.

  He shook his head. “You know who. Millie, you’ve been the happiest I’ve seen you in ages. I knew a visit to Sanctuary was what you needed. And judging by the perma-grin you’ve been wearing this morning, your submissive was a perfect match.” He held out my cell phone.

  “I can’t call him. I don’t know his phone number.”

  “Call Sanctuary. They’ll have it.”

  “All right.” I sighed, and Dmitri gave me the number for employee records. But the person I spoke to revealed they had no Ryan Farley on record.

  “Oh,” I said. The revelation momentarily shocked the words out of me “Nothing at all?”

  “Nothing, Ms. Monroe. I’m sorry.”

  I ended the conversation, and no sooner put my cell down then Dmitri spoke. “What’s wrong, Millie?”

  I blinked slowly when I looked at him. “No Ryan Farley works for Sanctuary.”

  ***

  Dmitri placed a few more calls to have the young man tracked down. If there was a breach in Sanctuary security, we needed to know. How did my fox faced lover get in? And was Ryan Farley even his real name?

  “I found him.” Dmitri came in, slapped some papers down on my desk, and startled me from my thoughts.

  “Where?” I stood and snatched up the documents. “Who is he?”

  “His name is Ryan Farley,” Dmitri said as I scanned the papers that confirmed this information. “Our boy was careless there and didn’t use an alias.”

  I couldn’t find data on how he got in, but I noted his father was briefly a member of an expensive Surrender resort, before he canceled his membership and became a hermit in the woods.

  “So he got in through his father,” I said, tapping my fingernails against the desk.

  “That’s what I think, but the damn thing is there’s no paper trail. We will have to up security.”

  I rifled through the papers until I found a picture of Ryan and an address. “He works at a balloon sealant factory?”

  Dmitri nodded. “Apparently his father invented a special compound that makes balloons more durable. He’s patented it and made a fortune. Owns factories throughout the country.”

  I mused on the odd nature of his wealth, and my fox faced boy became a more intriguing puzzle. “Leave this to me, okay? Don’t go after the guy.”

  Dmitri smiled and arched an eyebrow. “I knew it. You, Millie, are smitten.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Who says smitten these days?”

  ***

  Further digging revealed Ryan worked at the balloon sealant factory close to his father’s acreage. The guy had money, and didn’t need to work at all really. But there he was, propped up against a stucco wall in worn jeans and a frayed t-shirt, working the night shift, when I pulled up in my Lexus.

  He’d been reading a book under a security light, but looked up when my vehicle approached. He squinted at the car, and when I stopped and opened the door, I saw him mouth “Oh shit” before he shut the book. Ryan headed toward the back entrance of the factory.

  “Hold on,” I called out. “I’m not here to eat you alive. I just want to talk.”

  He shuffled over, head down. As he drew nearer, he murmured, “Guess you know then?”

  “Yes.” I braced my shoulders on the car and crossed my arms over my breasts. “I do.”

  Finally he met my eyes. Those pale brown irises shimmered with worry. “Are you going to turn me in?”

  “Nope.” I smiled at his look of surprise. “I just want to know why, and how, you did it.”

  He smiled back. “I got time to talk.”

  I motioned to the Lexus. “Want to talk in the car?”

  “Sure.”

  He climbed in the passenger side and I got back behind the wheel.

  “So how’d you find me?” He cast furtive glances at my face, as if he was still afraid the cops waited somewhere to ambush him.

  I chuckled. “Don’t worry. No one’s waiting to take you away in handcuffs.”

  “You don’t have any in there?” He grinned, pointing to the glove compartment.

  “Maybe. The night is still young,�
�� I quipped. “As to how I found you, a friend tracked you down. We found out your dad was once a member of Surrender Inc.’s clientele. Using your real name wasn’t the best cover.”

  He looked at me then, and I saw that touch of sadness in his gaze again. “I didn’t think anyone would ever search for me.”

  “Why’d you do it?”

  He shrugged, looked away, blushed. “Dad told me about Surrender and I was curious. That and…guess I just wanted to get rid of my virginity.”

  A knot of anxiety formed in my throat. “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-five.” He cringed. “How sad is that?”

  I arched an eyebrow and studied his face. “You don’t look twenty-five. And there’s nothing sad about it.”

  He gave me a surprised glance, then pulled out an string of ID cards to prove his age.

  Silence hovered a moment after, then I spoke. “ You have one of the board members in a panic over security now. And you knew the whole layout of the place, all the rooms. I’ll give you credit. You had me convinced. How’d you get all that information? Especially on Sanctuary.”

  His fox face curled in a self satisfied smile. “Dad and I know some of the best hackers on the planet. Let’s leave it at that.”

  We talked for a bit. He told me a bit about his father when I asked. The man was an eccentric inventor into conspiracy theories. His mom was a hippie who could successfully home remedy just about anything. He loved them both, very much, but grew up somewhat isolated on his parents’ acreage. Always felt awkward in social situations, and was an only child, like me. Said Dad used to talk to his friends about reptilians ruling the world.

  “It kinda made birthday parties a bit weird,” he told me, crinkling his face in embarrassment at the memory. “One time he told this little girl that reptilian overlords waited in the sewer grates to snatch up little kids. She ran home screaming, and her mother came and cussed mine out. Dad caught shit from Mom for that one.”

  We shared a chuckle at that. There we were—two folks who never felt like we quite fit into the world. I didn’t have the heart to really be mad at the guy. His fear of rejection, particularly from women, reminded me too much of my dear pal Dmitri. But I did decide to use the situation to my advantage.