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

  “Sooo good,” I moan out, my hips bucking in time with the fucking and the masturbation. My eyes roll back and close as the cock thrusts in a slow, steady rhythm that amps the blissful pressure in my g-spot even higher.

  “Yes, my love,” the dom speaks in a voice made hoarse with lust. “Enjoy yourself while I go play with your friend.”

  I watch his firm ass move under the shiny leather as he struts back to his other test subject. My friend’s forehead is now beaded with sweat, and the dom touches the remote that controls the anal plug to turn up the vibration stroking my friend’s rectum. He lets out a ragged groan that sounds part growl in response, and he pumps the transparent synthetic pussy up and down his cock faster, faster. The dom tells him we’ll be able to watch him cum, thanks to the see-through material the toy is made from.

  The dom dips to his knees and I hear him tell the other man, “Let me finish you,” as he ties my friend’s free wrist back behind the chair. My friend mildly protests as the dom slides his ankles around his neck, but this earns him a sharp rap on the ass that quiets him. Earlier, the dom gave us safe words to use if we weren’t comfortable with where the sexual experimentation went, and I’m surprised my friend doesn’t use them now. Instead he watches me, green eyes glittering with desire, as the dom dips his head to thoroughly lap at his scrotum. While he does so, he grips the pliant masturbator encasing the other man’s cock and begins to milk him.

  I’m awash in ecstasy as I watch them and take my synthetic fucking. Stimuli explodes throughout my brain and body, leaving me writhing in the grip of the sex apparatus that teases and titillates me.

  I watch as the dom uses teeth to tug on my friend’s balls and then his perineum. He laps all around the anal plug with his long, deft tongue while he slide the tight masturbator up and down the other man’s cock. My friend writhes and squirms in the chair. His legs grip the dom’s neck with fierce strength as he lifts his ass off the seat and fucks the toy, lost in a cloud of building bliss. This display is so erotic I come right then and there, and my response, as the dom had told me, make the sex toy I’m strung up in increase its efforts to pleasure me further.

  Another metallic hand comes up, holding a feather it strokes over my nipples repeatedly until they tingle and harden. It tickles my stomach with the downy tips while the synthetic cock draws out of my dripping sex and then teases me by barely entering my throbbing hole. It only allows me tiny thrusts that torture me as I try to draw it farther into my extra-sensitive cunt.

  The dom draws the anal plug from my friend as I watch. He keeps his gaze, which smolders with blatant desire, on me the whole time. He licks my friend’s nipples, teasing them until the other man moans and thrashes in his bonds. Then he unties his employee and helps him stand, all the while still expertly pumping his thick cock inside the snug sex toy that seems to fit like a glove.

  He slides behind my friend and wraps his free arm around his chest, cradling him tight against him so their sweat dampened bodies move slickly over one another. With those penetrating icy blue eyes, the dom traps me and asks, “Would you like to watch me fuck him?”

  My friend’s eyes widened and he thrashes a bit in the dom’s grip, but still he doesn’t utter the safe word. I look at him, he looks at me, and it seems an unspoken understanding passes between us.

  “Yes,” I say, my voice breathy and thin with lust.

  He nips at my friend’s ear then whisper into it, “And how would you like that? Hmmmm? Would you like my thick cock far up your ass, ramming away? Say yes. That’s all you have to do.”

  My friend’s eyes never leave me. He knows I want this, want to watch the dom fuck him in a wild, carnal display. I sense he swallows his reservations to please me. “Yes,” he says.

  The dom can’t resist taunting him more first. “Yes, what?”

  The other man growls as he pumps his hips up, and I know it’s taking all his self control not to cum right then and there. “Yes, fuck me.”

  The dom bites his neck then suckles it before mocking him again, “Say please.”

  “Please.” My friend practically snarls the word.

  The dom shucks his pants and then puts on a condom before sliding all nine inches of his thick, veiny cock up the other man’s ass. They sigh and moan as they squirm against one another. He takes my friend, who’s legs are now visibly shaking, down to the floor, still milking him while he pumps his shaft in and out of his ass. As I watch my friend cum, filling the pinkish, translucent masturbator with his seed, I come for a second time. While they writhe and fuck on the floor, I soon have a third climax.

  The dom strokes his chest, bites a trail down his neck, while he thrust faster and faster inside of the other man. I watch them scrabble over the floor in their beastlike lust, feeling another orgasm building inside me as I do. Soon the dom thrusts deep and cries out as he spills semen deep inside my friend. Glistening with sweat and heaving breath, he pulls out of the other man’s ass and they briefly lay in each other’s arms as they gather their senses while their lust cools.

  “Did you enjoy watching that, my love?” the dom asks after untangling from my friend and getting to his feet. He strokes my chin and then holds it while he gazes deep into my eyes.

  “Yes.” I smile. “Very much.”

  He returns my grin and then kisses me hungrily before saying, “Next time it will be you.”

  After orgasm number four, Luke asks Jake to help unfasten me from the sex machine. I almost fall to my knees since my legs are so weak from the pleasure assault. We file our assessments of these new toys, and I file one for my first day, before Dom Luke takes us back to my place and drops us off. He tells me my performance was great, so he’s decided to wave the homework. We only have thirty minutes before Jake and I have to pick up the kids.

  Inside the house, I shower and ask Jake to join me, but he refuses, looking surly as he stalks off to the other bathroom to clean up. I sigh, hoping another fight isn’t brewing.

  Before I clean up I check my bank account. My heart nearly jumps in my throat when I see the amount there. I can’t help but clap my hands in glee. There’s enough to easily fix the roof and do some other minor repairs to the house. Soon, there will be enough to enroll my son Preston in hockey, which he so desperately wants. And Michael can get a bunch of art supplies. My oldest love to paint and wants to be a graphic artist one day. With this cash, I’ll be able to get him the latest art program he’s been going on about.

  We take Jake’s old clunker to pick up the kids. Unable to hold back my infectious good mood, I turn to him and say, “You’ll be able to get a new car with the cash from this job. Isn’t that great?”

  He shrugs and sneers. “I’m not sure I’m going back.”

  I turn to him, feeling my eyes widen as my stomach sinks in disappointment. “Not going back? Are you crazy? Have you checked your bank account? Dom Luke made good on his promise to pay us well.”

  He flashes me an angry look and his knuckles go white as he clutches the steering wheel so hard. “So what? Money isn’t everything. It can’t buy happiness.”

  I roll my eyes at him. “No, but it can certainly pay your bills and relieve a hell of a lot of stress. You know, pride really does go before a fall, Jake.”

  He glares at me, and the remainder of the ride to the kids’ school is filled with us arguing over the new job. As we stop outside the school and the kids run out, we’re still fighting.

  “I don’t want to talk about it anymore today,” Jake yells as Preston and Michael slide in the backseat.

  “Talk about what?” Preston asks. He never misses a thing.

  Jake and I exchange an uncomfortable look, then I turn to face the kids and smile. “About our new job. Remember that nice man that came to visit us the other day?”

  Michael smiles wide and nods. Preston is less animated but he nods as well.

  “Well, he’s Jake’s boss now, too. We both work for him. And, guess what?”

  Preston’s little eyes g
leam and he moves to the edge of his seat, getting closer to me. “What?”

  “I’ll be making enough money that we can fix the house and put you into hockey after all.” Then I turn to Michael, my quieter, more sensitive child. “And you can get a bunch of art supplies, including that program you wanted so bad.”

  His tiny face, usually so stoic, breaks into an even wider smile. Ever since his dad and I split up, he’s been hiding his emotions, afraid he did something wrong to split us up. I’ve reassured him and talked with him, telling him it wasn’t his or Preston’s fault, but he’s still been so reserved. When he met Dom Luke, and today, that stoic nature he’s taken on slipped, and I see genuine happiness on my oldest boy’s face again for the first time in a long while.

  The boys cheer happily, but when I turn back to face Jake he doesn’t look happy at all. He mouths, “We’ll talk about this later.”

  After the kids are in bed, he stalks into the kitchen and whispers in a hiss, “I am not going back there.”

  I whirl on him, my hands still soapy from washing the dishes. “So you’d rather disappoint the boys then suck it up?”

  He shakes his head at me and growls. “I really thought you were above coercion, Carrie.”

  I throw the plate I was washing back into the sink, nearly breaking it. “This isn’t coercion. It’s me being practical.”

  He scoffs. “Oh, yeah, it was real practical to put me on the spot like that in front of the kids earlier. I never knew you could be so selfish.”

  “Selfish?” I squawk, but any further retort dies on my lips as my cell phone rings.

  Jake and I both look at the table, and we both have a hunch who it is. Before I can answer, he says, “I’m not going back. Do what you want, but I’m through with that guy.” He stalks off toward his bedroom.

  I pick up the phone and push TALK. “Hello.”

  “Carrie, my dear.” The sound of Luke’s voice does things to me I’m not even sure I’m comfortable with, but I’m glad to hear him all the same. “You and your boy toy performed so marvelously today, I have a new proposition for you both.”

  I laugh. “He’s not my boy toy.”

  “Nevertheless,” Dom Luke continues. “You two have a certain spark, and I think your friend is far more curious about sexual experimentation than he lets on. He responded well to me and my toys today, as did you.”

  My face heats and I stammer, “Well, thank you.”

  “Now, how would the two of you like to come perform in the Surrender sex club I own?” He rattles off a payment for said services that nearly makes me choke.

  Before I can stop myself, I’m accepting the offer for both of us. “We’d love to.”

  “Excellent.” His voice drips approval and honey. Before he hang up, he gives me all the details on when he’ll pick us up and what’s expected of us. My heart hammers in my ears, for I know Jake isn’t going to like this at all.

  After the call ends, I stand in the kitchen for a moment, holding my cell and thinking how I’ll tell Jake I just roped him into staying at a job he isn’t comfortable with. I give a deep sigh, steel my resolve, and walk to his bedroom.

  He’s laying in bed in nothing but his underwear and his burly chest, lightly peppered with red hair, is exposed. I drink in the curves of his thick muscle before I approach and speak.

  “Looks like the decision has been made for you.”

  He squints at me and frowns. “Excuse me?”

  My voice is shaky when I speak again. “Dom Luke just called. He wants you and I to perform at his sex club tomorrow night, and I’ve just accepted his offer for both of us.”

  ***

  Surrender To His Lust

  “You did what?” Jake’s green eyes burn a dark emerald with his anger.

  “I told Dom Luke you and I would be happy to perform at his sex club tomorrow night.”

  Jake Black, my best friend and the man who rents the apartment above the garage of my Cape Cod style home, has only been working for my new boss Dom Luke Wesley one day and already he wants to quit. Dom Luke is an eccentric sex toy inventor for Surrender Inc., an exclusive sex club and resort franchise that caters to elites and anyone who can pay the entry fee to one of their establishments. Jake isn’t happy about me working for Dom Luke either. He sees sex work as something that’s always predatory and shouldn’t be profited from. Dom Luke and I have different viewpoints on the matter.

  “I’m not going.” He sticks his bottom lip out and pouts like a little kid.

  “You have to!” I plead, knowing he needs the money as much as I do. I’m a single mom with two boys to feed and a old house to repair. Jake is a carpenter whose work has been slow as of late.

  “I don’t have to do anything for that perverted bastard,” he says, jumping off his bed and heading to the door that leads from his small apartment into the garage.

  “He’s not perverted,” I yell after him as he storms down the stairs. “He’s got a very healthy attitude toward sex experimentation. You could learn something from him. I already have.”

  This stops him. His hand freezes on the scuffed, gold painted doorknob and he whirls on me with a dark scowl. “Yeah, he taught me a lot all right. Taught me that I don’t know you at all.”

  And with that he storms out of the apartment, opens the garage, gets into his beat up car, and drives off, kicking up clods of mud as he roars away from the house.

  I pad back inside the house, hoping the kids haven’t been woken up by our argument. Fate smiles on me this time, for I find them sleeping snugly in the bunk beds that occupy their room. I breathe a sigh of relief as I quietly close the door then head to the kitchen to think and make a cup of tea.

  If Jake really plans on quitting his new job testing sex toys, and now performing in sex clubs, then I have to prepare an explanation for Dom Luke. And who knows if Jake will babysit the kids while I go perform as planned. Since it’s a nighttime engagement at the sex club, the kids won’t be in school, so in case Jake doesn’t pan out I decide I’ll ask Mrs. Granger across the road to look after the boys for me. Now I’ve just got to come up with a reasonable explanation for needing her, since I can’t exactly tell her I’m working for a British dom who’s part of the sex industry.

  When I go to bed, Jake still isn’t home. Preston, my youngest son, wakes me up five minutes before the alarm goes off.

  “Where’s Jake?” he asks, his brown eyes big and worried.

  I grab my robe from the end of the bed and put it on, smooth a wave of hair from my youngest’s forehead. “I’m not sure, sweetie. He’s … a bit angry with mom.”

  “He’s coming back, though, right?” Preston grabs the hem of my robe and tugs on it briefly, like he did when he was a baby and something worried him.

  I kiss the top of his carrot red hair. “I’m sure he’ll be back, kiddo.”

  “Why’s he mad at you?”

  I sigh as I walk out the bedroom and head toward the kitchen to make coffee. Preston trails after me.

  Finally, I tell him, “Jake doesn’t like our new boss. He’s taking some time to adjust.”

  Preston frowns and his tiny freckled brow scrunches up as he sits at the table. “Mr. Wesley? The guy that came here the other day, right?” He hops down from his chair to come help me make toast.

  “Yeah. What did you think of him?” My children are very perceptive, and if they don’t like someone I’m leery of that individual too.

  He taps his chin with the butter knife as he thinks about this, then he shrugs. “I thought he was awesome. Michael thinks he’s pretty cool. And, I mean, it’s because of him I get to play hockey and Michael gets to take art classes. That’s wicked!” Now he wears a wide grin that shows his two missing front teeth.

  His joy is infectious and I grin at him. “So you’re okay with mom working for Mr. Wesley?”

  “Oh, yeah!” He snags the piece of golden brown bread that pops up from the toaster. “It’s the best job you’ve had ever.”

  I’
m so grateful he doesn’t know exactly what I do, but I’m glad he and Michael are pleased. I’ve already got someone coming in to fix the roof this week, and Preston starts hockey Friday. Michael is taking graphic art classes after school, and his first class starts Thursday.

  “Maybe Jake is just mad cause he knows Mr. Wesley likes you a lot,” Preston pipes up, carrying a plate full of toast to the table as he does so.

  “What makes you say that?” The back of my neck burns with apprehension and curiosity. Sometimes my children are too perceptive for their own good.

  “Oh, come on, Mom.” Preston waves a hand that doesn’t hold toast and rolls his eyes at me. “It’s so obvious Mr. Wesley has the hots for you.”

  Do kids even say “hots” these days? I wonder as I almost choke on my coffee. That’s my boy. Always coming up with the strangest sayings, and I have no idea where he gets them from. Just at that moment, Michael shuffles out of his bedroom, scratching his mop of curls and mumbling “Good morning.”

  “Well, Jake will just have to stop being jealous,” I say, grabbing some oranges from the fridge and slicing into them. “And Luke Wesley does not have the hots for me. He’s just a very nice boss.”

  The boys look at each other and smirk. Preston hands Michael a piece of toast and says, “Sure, Mom. Whatever you say.”

  After we finish up breakfast, Jake still hasn’t returned. Now I’m starting to worry. I call some of his friends, his mom who lives out in the country, but no one has seen him. And I’ve got to be at work late tonight, since the sex club engagement is a night time affair, so who will watch the kids? Even if Jake was here, if he still planned on working the gig tonight with me then I’d need a babysitter. Once the kids get out of school, I lose my free childcare for the day.

  I’m too proud to call Dom Luke Wesley and cry to my new boss again for help. He’s already ensured my house will be fixed and my kids will get some of the stuff they want. So I decide to ask my next door neighbor, Mrs. Granger, if the kids can sleep at her place tonight. I have no idea what time I’ll be home, and she has done this for me before. However, if there are going to be more nightshifts like this, I’ll need to hire a nanny or something. I can definitely afford it with what Dom Luke is now paying me.