Surrender Boxed Set (Surrender Series Volume 1 - 7. BDSM romance with man love, bad boys, and billionaires.) Page 19

  His plump glans glides over that sweet spot inside me, rubbing it just right until a wonderful pressure unfurls inside me. It warms and tingles through my every cell. I arch my back and relax, letting him slide deeper inside me. My pussy walls clench strong around his cock, milking him of every ounce of pleasure he has to give.

  As he fucks me, he bends over my body and plants more kisses and sharp bites across my back, between my shoulder blades. Our bodies undulate together faster and faster and I gasp amidst the pleasing assault of stimuli. I feel so worshiped by his touch, so complete, and I never want this ecstasy to end.

  His tongue flicks out to tease my ear, then he whispers, “Come now, Mistress. Come hard around me. Squeeze me tight and make me cum with you.”

  His words fan my lust, making me feel all the more carnal. I squeeze my kegel muscles as much as I can and his thrusts grows faster as our mating grows wilder. His glans bumps against my g-spot perfectly, making the pressure building there burst and rush through me. I see stars behind my eyes and cry out as he bites down on the side of my neck. The orgasm gushes out from my core, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

  He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me back to place a scorching kiss on my lips. One, two more thrusts and then he spills his seed deep inside of me. Then he pulls out and gathers me into his arms, guiding me down with him so we lay in the cool grass together. The heady perfumes from the flowers fill my nostrils and I sigh.

  “I love you, Carrie Brannigan,” he whispers into my hair. “And don’t worry. We’ll all be together. I will make sure of it.”

  ***

  Five nights later I’m dressed in a chiffon tearaway dress and putting in diamond earrings Dom Luke bought to surprise me. I smile and my heart warms while I prepare for tonight’s big performance. Dom Luke wanted to hire me a new nanny, but instead I made a deal with Mrs. Granger to watch the kids when I work nights. She can use the money, being a retired woman on a tiny pension, and there’s no fear of finding her in Jake’s bed. Luke laughs when I tell him this.

  Jake and I have barely spoken since the incident, but tonight he’s acting far more friendly than usual. He showed up at my place early and took the kids over to Mrs. Granger, and he’s smiling.

  However, I’m still in a mood with him and, though I know it’s spiteful, I poke him a bit before Dom Luke arrives to take us to Surrender Sanctuary. Sanctuary is the crème de la crème of Surrender’s resorts. A place where only the major shareholders and their guests are allowed to play.

  “So, how’s life with Kaley?” I ask as he helps me put on the diamond necklace that goes with the earrings Luke gave me.

  “I’m not staying there anymore.” His tone is clipped and I’m curious.

  “Why not?” I turn to look at him, but he avoids my gaze.

  “It just didn’t feel right.” He shrugs and finally meets my eyes. There is sadness there, but something else. Relief, maybe even hope? Again I wonder what’s brought the change on in my longtime friend.

  “Where are you staying now?” I reach out and stroke his cheek. “If you want your apartment above the garage back—”

  He presses a finger to my lips and smiles. “It’s okay. I’m staying with a friend. Now, let’s get to that performance.”

  I’m curious about this friend and why Jake chooses not to return to my home. Sad too, but I swallow all that down, take his hand, and go to the front door with Jake to greet our boss, Dom Luke.

  ***

  Luke’s Rolls Royce whisks us inside the spacious grounds of the Surrender Sanctuary resort. It reminds me of an old plantation mansion, with its looming white columns, peaked roof, and verandas lining most of the upper floor windows. The grounds are well manicured and breathtaking in their shades of variegated greenery. Dom Luke tells us this is nothing compared to the main garden we’ll be performing in.

  We move through a pair of massive, white doors, into a spacious foyer carpeted in crimson. The black and white checkerboard floor compliments the pristine white walls nicely, and I let myself soak in the sumptuous atmosphere as we check in. Soon a young man dressed in a pair of tight fitted leather pants, a collar, and nothing else arrives to show us through the mansion and take us to our destination.

  I gasp after I step out from between two high, well manicured hedges that act as lofty walls leading into the garden. This outside wonderland truly is breathtaking. A potpourri of pleasing scents tickle my nostrils and calm my nerves. In the center of all this colorful lushness is a fountain that depicts two water nymphs cavorting with a satyr.

  Wreathing the outside of this fountain are polished stone benches that stretch in a large circle that reminds me of ripples in a pond. As we draw nearer to the fountain, I also notice two balancing beams have been situated close to it. Both of these beams have been surrounded with a carpet of flowers—roses, huge lilies, hyacinths. Behind the beams there is a slim, long table laden with sex toys. I swallow and my stomach flutters with anticipation.

  As the moon peeks over the mountains, people begin to drift into the garden and the lanterns strung about begin to glow. My throat tightens but I regulate my breathing, reminding myself the show must go on. No time to chicken out and run screaming like a ninny. Somehow I don’t think the major shareholders would appreciate that.

  Dom Luke commands Jake and I draw nearer to him. Jake is clad in only silk tearaway pants that look like pajama bottoms. Now our dom gets between us and takes a fistful of the material we wear. With a sharp yank, he rips our garments free and we’re left standing naked in the crisp, fragrant air. Next he fastens collars lined with silver loops around mine and Jake’s neck. These are joined to one another by a long, silvery chain that glints as the light cast by the lanterns flicker over it.

  “Tonight, you will witness my creations in action,” Dom Luke tells our audience. “My two most treasured submissives will use these creations, putting on a show of admirable discipline and restraint before I give them a finish filled with bliss.”

  The crowd applauds and Luke gives a small bow.

  “Now, shall we begin?” The crowd murmurs approval and my dom goes to the table to select our devices. We’ve gone over our safe words and procedures involved in tonight’s performance many times, so I do know what to expect. But knowing and truly experiencing are two very different things.

  Our dom walks to Jake first and tells him to bend over and spread his legs. He holds up a clear butt plug that looks like it’s made of jelly. “This little number is designed to use the body’s capacitance to power it and give pleasure. It will communicate with his flesh, give him an orgasm, using the electricity his body produces.”

  Dom Luke uses a special lubrication oil to prepare his submissive’s ass for the toy. As he does so, my co-worker’s glittering green eyes settle on me. His face is almost unreadable, but his eyes seem to glitter with desire as they rake over my now bare curves.

  After our dom is done with Jake, he moves to me with a toy and gives a similar explanation on its benefits. I receive a pair of gleaming, cold Ben Wa balls up my ass and pussy, after he applies the fragrant lubrication oil to me. He tells me and the crowd the oil also works to stimulate further sensation. I gulp, thinking of the test ahead.

  Dom Luke walks back to his place in front of the toy table and addresses the crowd. “These remotes control the toys.” He holds up some tiny black devices. “With a flick of a button I can up the challenge.” He gives a dastardly chuckle the crowd returns.

  My throat goes dry as our dom tells us to get up on the balance beams. Jake looks at me and I at him. Our eyes seem to exchange a silent understanding and willingness to pass this test. I give him a small smile just before I position myself on my beam.

  We’re tethered together by our collars, and the silver chain is pulled taut as we prepare at the far ends of our beams. Dom gives us the nod, rattling off more instructions as we begin.

  “They must not crush any flowers, must not stumble from the beam, while I test th
em.”

  His words become a rhythmic drone in my ears as I focus on the polished wood under my feet. One inch forward. Two inches.

  “Should they stumble and ruin the blooms beneath them, then the show will end and there will be no pleasure for them.” The crowd gives out a sound of disappointment at these words from Dom Luke, which makes the pressure on myself and my co-worker even greater.

  I creep another inch forward, feeling confident, and that’s when our dom powers up the toys nestled deep within us. I focus on the other submissive and notice the dom has also attached a cock ring to his thick, veiny erection. It strains tight and he won’t be able to cum until the ring is removed.

  Another inch. The vibrations zip through my pussy and sparks a delicious tingling deep inside. I try to keep my breathing even and my legs steady as I move. The chain linking me and the other sub tings and sweat beads my brow.

  “Remember,” Dom Luke warns. “You also can’t come until I allow it.”

  I bite back a moan of disappointment. The dom must notice this, for he gives me a lecherous look and amps the speed on the remote higher. Along with this, the fact my body is heating up and producing more electricity makes the toy do wicked things to me. My legs weaken and I almost stumble from the beam.

  A gasp goes up from the audience and my stomach tightens, which helps heighten the stimulation running through my sex. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, standing still as I regain my composure. Then I take a step, another step. My legs are steadier and I’m happy I’ve overcome this challenge, for now at least.

  The other submissive’s body glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. He holds his arms out wide as he inches forward, eyes focused on the thin beam beneath his feet. Every now and again he looks up and we exchange encouraging glances, but our concentration is fully demanded by the task at hand.

  Our dom moves forward and he has more toys to add to our torture. I inhale deeply as his warm palm touches my skin, slips up my ribcage, and cups my heavy breast. He attaches nipple clamp to each. They’re joined together by a threadlike chain that connects to a clitoral clamp. When he fastens this between my legs, my toes curl around the balancing beam and I clench my teeth. Fireworks seem to go off in my brain.

  He slaps my ass before he leaves me. “Walk, Mistress.”

  I chuff air out of my nose as I watch his muscled ass saunter away in his tight leather pants. He approaches his other submissive now, delivering his torment. Nipple clamps are fastened and a chain connects these as well. The dom secures it to a loop on the sub’s cock ring, pulling the chains tight. The other sub stops as his brow wrinkles with intense concentration. He hisses air out between his teeth before he continues walking. Our dom slaps his ass, repeats the command, and moves off.

  One step. Two step. Three. Each one is an agony / ecstasy.

  My g-spot trembles from the intense pressure dammed up inside it. My clit throbs and swells, and I’m on the brink of coming, but I have to bite my lip to stop myself. I can only imagine the exquisite pain the other sub is enduring, for he couldn’t cum even if he wanted to, due to the cock ring. His face is almost as red as his hair now.

  I’m less than a foot from the end of the beam.

  Some sweat drips from the end of my nose on to my lip. I lick it off and put one foot down gently in front of the other. Every muscle screams and strains from staving off the release I so desperately need, want. My stomach is so tight it hurts, but also helps to make the intense tingling spilling through my groin even stronger. I both want it and don’t want it, and this erotic war leaves me almost dizzy.

  With a sigh, my toe touches the other end of the beam just as the other submissive reaches the end of his. We look up and give each other a smile of admiration as the crowd gives loud applause and Dom Luke walks up between us, smiling wide and appearing very pleased.

  He stares at me with those ice blue eyes then turns them on my partner. “Now you can come. Hard.” He holds up a finger to indicate we can’t begin yet. “But you can’t touch yourself. You must let the toys and your mind do the job entirely.”

  He steps back a bit and gives us the full attention of the crowd. We’re allowed to step off the beams and stand at the edge of our carpets made of flowers.

  I’m not too annoyed about the no touching rule since I’m on the edge of an orgasm anyway. The dom at least removes the cock ring from the other sub so he can cum, and the dom gives him a quick, sensual hand job as he does so. He kisses the sub’s ear and takes his touch away before the submissive can ejaculate.

  I close my eyes and focus inward now. The murmurs of the crowd stop and I become my body. I am the blood flowing through my veins. I am the air I take in my lungs. And I am the warm tingling unfurling from my sex and filling me with liquid heat.

  The heat and pressure meet and burst, showering me with intense ecstasy. My every cell feels alive with bliss. I let out a loud moan that makes the crowd applaud. The orgasm shivers through my limbs and I nearly fall to my knees on the cobblestones beneath my feet.

  Opposite me, the other submissive lets out a ragged groan and semen shoots high from his rosy, thick cock. The crowd signals their approval for him, too, as his shining glans jets more pearly spunk over the flowers near his feet and all across the cobblestones.

  Our dom signals we should take a bow. He removes our sex toys and clamps, but then he gets between us and addresses the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, the performance is not over yet. May we present our encore.”

  He strips naked and disconnects a silvery loop that had fastened our leads. Now he takes the ends of these chains attached to our collars and guides us toward a polished stone bench that forms a wreathe around the fountain’s statues. While we walk, he slowly reels us closer to him using our leashes.

  When we’re so close our elbows brush, he says, “I’m going to make love to you both now, in the fountain. You’ve earned it.”

  I almost protest that the fountain will be slippery, but if I do so I’ll be getting no sex and displeasing hundreds of people along with our dom. The thought makes me bite my tongue hard.

  The water is cool around our feet. Our dom wastes no time and almost yanks us to the bench in his lust. The three of us touch under the chilly spray that jets from a cornucopia shaped horn the satyr plays. Lips close over my nipples, teeth tug at the stiffening tips, as my hands close around their hot, steely cocks. I pump my grip up and down, working them until they are rock hard.

  Their hands close around my thighs, caressing as they spread them apart. Cold water contrasts with hot fingers gliding up and down my slit. I try not to slip off the water slickened bench as one continues to tease my nipples while the other traces circles over my swelling clitoris.

  Their hands roam all over my skin, as do their mouths, teeth, and tongues. I feel adored by their touch, worshipped by their lust. Little moans escape me as one brings me to the brink of coming with his fingers, but stops moments before I find release. I give a disappointed scowl to the smirking dom, who commands I get up so he can slide underneath me.

  He’s gentle as he nudges his glans into my tight ass. I concentrate on stretching for him, letting more of him inside of me. But always he keeps it slow and careful, making my pleasure his most important pursuit in that moment. When he’s gotten most of his shaft inside my anus, he pumps in and out slowly, rubbing my very sensitive g-spot just right. I’m soon gasping as he grips me tight against him.

  My other lover stands between my legs and rains kisses up and down my skin, from ankle to knee and back again. The dom rubs my clit while he fucks my ass, getting me wet for the man who now plans to take my pussy.

  Soon eight inches of hot cock slide deep into my sex. I moan as their hands and penises explore every inch of me. The cool touch of the water in between their scorching lovemaking causes a shiver to run through my skin. My g-spot is stimulated from front to back and the pressure soon bursts, making me cry out loudly as an intense orgasm makes me squirt and tremble between my ador
ing lovers.

  They both cum not longer after, driving their shafts deep inside of me and spilling their seeds. I collapse into their arms as the water rushes over us, washing away our sweat and juices.

  The dom bends over me. His almost breathless whisper tickles my ear. “Let’s go home, my lovers.”

  ***

  My puzzlement grows the longer Dom Luke drives. Jake is in the front with him since he claimed shotgun before I could. A tiny smirk hovers at the corners of his lips and it smacks of conspiracy.

  “Where are we going?” I lean over the front seat. “This isn’t the way home.”

  “It is,” Dom Luke says, keeping his eyes firmly on the twisting pavement ahead. “It’s the way to my home, now our home.”

  “Excuse me?” I frown up at him in the rearview mirror.

  “The boys are already there,” he tells me calmly as he takes another sharp turn. “In their new rooms.” Luke casts a sympathetic glance into the rearview. “I know I’ve taken liberties, love, and I know all about you gingers and your stubborn pride.”

  For this, I slap him smartly on the shoulder.

  He chuckles. “But please forgive me. Jake and I have been conspiring together.”

  I was right! I think.

  Dom Luke sighs and looks at Jake. Jake casts a sheepish grin over his shoulder at me.

  “I deserve an explanation,” I tell him.

  He turns forward, rubs a hand over his short red hair. “Ever since I left and moved in with Kaley… Well, Luke and I have been talking.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “About?”

  He looks back, frowns in frustration, looks ahead. “About a lot of things.” A pause, and then. “At first, he pissed me off. He wouldn’t quit calling Kaley’s, coming by to see me. I even threatened a restraining order.”

  Dom Luke simply laughs at this.

  “But this guy doesn’t give up on people so easily.” His voice softens and he points a thumb in Luke’s direction. “He listened to me when … when I told him I’d always known, deep down, that I was bisexual. But I hid it from everyone, hid it from myself.” He gives a bitter scoff and shrugs. “You knew my family, Carrie. You can understand, I’m sure, why I didn’t tell them.”