ReclaimedSurrender (14 page)

He opened the nightstand drawer and took out a few of the
items within. His little black bag, the oil from earlier and some super-slick
lube. Leaving them within arm’s reach, he climbed onto the bed.

“Come here,” he whispered, stretching out beside her and
sliding her off the pillows to capture her in his arms.

She moaned and buried her face into his neck. Hugging on to
him tight. Landing small kisses on his ear, chin and collarbone before he
grabbed hold of the medallion and brought it up, forcing her head back until
her lips were his to devour.

She’d said this was going to be dirty. Shit, the thought
that she expected him to be nasty, rough and mean only made him want to be
those things. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and swept the interior with a
ferociousness that probably took her breath away, but holy fucking hell, the
two of them naked, tangled together and rolling over the mattress was something
he’d missed for far too long.

He enjoyed the flavor of her. The way her fingers speared in
his hair and she kneaded those strands and pulled on them only to massage the
sting away. She made sexy little mewling sounds in her throat while she tried
to get closer. He almost let her, but then his back pressed against one of the
restraint buckles and his control returned. He needed to finish what he’d
started with her to reestablish his role and presence in her life. To do what
he needed to do and everything he promised he was going to do to her.
Consistency was the key. There was no room for his ego here. No room to satiate
a small and insignificant bout of lust when to control it would eventually open
up a whole new world for both of them.

He stilled right at a point when she was squirming on top of
him. “Alexis, stop.” She lifted her head and he immediately spied the languid
look in her eyes. “That’s enough for now. Relax. Put your head down on my
shoulder. That’s it.”

He reached out and grabbed the oil. With his thumb he
flipped the top open and tipped the bottle to drizzle a good portion on her
back.

“Easy,” he warned once he put the container down and began
spreading the oil on her. He used both hands and wasn’t gentle in his approach.
The feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips, and her even softer skin in
places squashed up against him, was a killer. He tried to keep his cock
positioned in such a way that it wouldn’t be battered by her sexy little pivots
and jerks, but it was no use. She was slipping into sub-space fast and he knew
when she did she’d really be a temptation to him.

He needed to remove the—

She groaned and dug her fingers into his chest.

“It’s okay, baby. You did good. Real good.” Once he’d
retrieved it, he reached out and tossed The Flirt into the black bag on the
nightstand. “Now I need you to do better. Are you ready to do better for me?”

He continued rubbing her down with oil. Cupping his hands
over her ass, lifting her so she could slide down against him. Over and over he
rocked her up and down his abdomen until she panted and sighed.

“P-please—Mas-ter. I need… I…”

Burying a fist in the back of her hair, he pulled to get a
look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated and her teeth had
begun to chatter.

“I know what you need, baby.” He let her snuggle against him
as he hugged with one arm while his other searched for the lube. He made short
work of squeezing that, rather inelegantly, into her crease, but there was no
way he was going to move her off him until he had to. He spread her cheeks and
let the cream slide through, and then he rolled each mound together. Making
sure she was good and slick.

“Come on, baby. On your tummy. Shhh. I know.” He pushed the
hair from her eyes. “You have to let go of me.” He moved with her, trying to
turn her over so she lay on her stomach. A position made impossible until she
finally let go of him. When she did, he smiled.

“Good girl. Here.” He got up on his knees and reached for
one of the pillows. Slipping it under her hips, he focused in on the red
panties. Stripping them off her, he ordered, “Spread your legs, Alex. That’s
right. Get those arms up. No.” He showed her. “Like this. Now spread them too.
Good.”

He moved to kneel between her legs and bent over her.
Putting his hands around her rib cage on each side just below her breasts, he
pushed down. “I want you flat against the mattress. Your torso prone and
relaxed. Concentrate and relax. The only part of you I’m interested in is your
ass.”

He leaned back and sighed with pleasure. “It’s a beautiful
piece of property.” Rubbing his hand over the glossy surface in a lazy circular
pattern, he asked, “What do you say, Alex?”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I’m going to make myself nice and slick for you, baby. So
good I’ll glide right into you. What do you say, Alex?”

“Thank you—”

She groaned the second he buried his two fingers deep into
her pussy. Right to his knuckles. “Alex?”

“Master. Thank you, Master.”

“Very good.” He placed his free hand on the small of her
back and kept the other one inside her, completely still for a full minute,
allowing her just enough room for a ride. She rocked and in no time at all she
really got into it. Fuck, he enjoyed the sight. Her ass clenching and
unclenching into the pillow. Heaven. And when she started moaning and her body
opened, drenching him, he wanted to push her harder in challenge.

“No coming, Alex. Hold off until I give you permission.” He
moved his fingers in a figure-eight motion inside her. Her moans grew louder
and she tried to ride him harder. Now he was applying a good amount of pressure
to her lower back to keep her from wildly bucking. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes.” That answer sounded as if it was torn out of her.

“Yes?”

“Yes, Master. Please!”

He finally took pity on her and slowly let up until he
stopped altogether and slid out of her. “You see how wet and ready you are to
accept any part of me in here.” He rubbed his bent knuckles back and forth over
her clit. “This is how welcoming your ass is going to be for me once I properly
train you to be fucked this way. You’re going to love the experience. You’re
going to want me to fuck you this way often, I promise.”

He reached for the lube and generously slathered it over his
entire length. He slicked the condom so well, his bulk slipped from the cradle
of his palm more than once and bobbed to smack against his stomach.

“You’re already primed, baby, but just in case.”

Alex sucked in a breath as Re—her Master spread her cheeks
wider and pressed his thumbs against her opening. She knew this because his
fingers were digging into her flesh. Kneading and easing the heavy muscles
there.

“Master…” she sighed as his thumbs circled her sensitive
flesh over and over, until they pushed inward and breached the delectable
territory he wanted to claim and she wanted to give him.

“Breathe.”

She did. A great, deep, lung-filling breath as an edgy and
wicked excitement stole through her. The burn was back, only this time because
it was him. A part of him that invaded her and she accepted it. Welcomed it.
She didn’t even flinch when both his digits came together, sliding into her as
deep as they could go. In and out they worked until she moaned.

“Good girl.” He withdrew from her and shifted. Was that his
thigh pressed against her hip? Before she could decide she heard the snap of
the lube cap followed by a telltale squirt. “It won’t take me long to train you.
Your body is a fucking pleasure to work over.”

His praise was a heavy aphrodisiac unto itself, but then he
slid one finger, topped with cool and soothing cream, down her seam and gently
parted her. Without hesitating he slipped that digit up inside her, brushing
and painting her with the salve until she shivered and moaned.

“Please… Please.”

He worked her harder. “Tell me what you want, Alex. No
hedging. Keep it real.”

“I…” She was trying to think straight. To give him what he
wanted. The words. “I want you to fuck me, Master.”

“Where, baby? Where do you want my cock? Here?” He went into
her, right to the knuckle and stopped. “Tell me.”

When he wagged that finger she nearly passed out. Stars
burst behind her eyes and she would have come if she hadn’t been told not to.
It was too much.

“Flatten those palms, Alex. I want you relaxed. No clenching
any part of you, even your fists.” He smoothed his hand down the slope of her
back and when she did as she was told he said, “That’s better, but you haven’t
answered me. Here?”

She grunted this time because he changed the wag motion to a
swirl. “Yes. Yes!”

“Ask me nicely.”

While that one finger worked dark magic deep inside her, his
other hand gently stroked the small of her back and hips. The combination made
her breathless. “Please, please, Master, fuck me in the ass. P-please.”

He leaned over and pressed so far in then that his knuckle
slightly breached her opening. With his other hand, he grabbed her hair and
pulled until the side of her face came up inches off the mattress. “I will
never get tired of hearing that plea from your lips. Say it again.”

“Master, please fuck me in the ass.”

The second he let go of her hair she collapsed, snuggling
her chin into the scented jersey, and breathed in deep. She was going to be
good. Really good for him.

“I’ll grant you this because you’ve pleased me. Every time
you call me Master, I love you more.”

“Thank you, Master.”

She felt him adjust the pillow, pulling it more firmly under
her hips to get a better angle, but she didn’t care. She was lost and floating
on the sea of contentment, a deeper kind of ecstasy that transcended the
physical and went right to her core.

His cock pushed against her seam. She was so well lubricated
that the breadth of him slid easily between her cheeks. The unaccustomed feel
of him parting those mounds made her shiver.

“Don’t tense up, baby. Take a deep breath and trust me. I’ll
go nice and slow. I want you to trust me.”

She couldn’t help her sharp intake of breath when he entered
her. She was stretched so tight, the burning sensations turned to a scald
around her opening.

“I know, baby, it will hurt like this at first until I’m all
the way in you. Christ, you’re so fucking tight. Don’t forget to breathe. Relax
and breathe and let me…”

He continued to push forward. One thick inch at a time.
Stretching her, filling her so fully she was scared she couldn’t take it.
Worried that—

In one quick move he was seated inside her. After the
initial stabbing shock, the air rushed out of her and her body sagged against
the pillow and mattress. She had no idea that she’d been tensing up until her
muscles caved and closed around him.

“Good girl. The hardest part is over.”

Slowly but steadily he pumped in and out of her and she
couldn’t catch a solid breath. It was so intense she cried out. She couldn’t
have held it back if she wanted to. The pleasure-pain that engulfed her was a
wicked, but comforting haze. It spread through her in much the same way that
the feel of the crop striking her bottom had. As if the intensity was a darker,
harder caress that should mean more to her because it took effort to endure…for
him. Just the thought that she was making him happy. Surrendering this part of
herself to him at last heightened the experience tenfold. In no time at all,
despite the pressure, she pushed back and groaned, “I love you, Master.”

“You’re a very good girl.” He slid all the way into her and
she sucked in a breath. She held on to it as he curled over her and nuzzled the
hair away from her ear to whisper, “So good you get a reward. Pay attention,
little one. You’ve pleased me beautifully well,” he spoke huskily against her
lobe and her whole body stilled with anticipation.

Breathlessly she waited for that intimate phrase. The one
that controlled her base desire.

“Mmm…” He made that yummy sound then ordered, “Go silky on
me. Do it now.”

Even though she was anticipating her body’s automatic
reaction to his command, she cried out. The rush was instant and extreme. It
was like being swept up twenty stories and dropped into a free fall. Her heart
barely had time to catch up before hot liquid spilled and made her quake. The
heaving waves of contractions that followed caused her rear-end muscles to
clench violently over his breadth and suck him in deep. With each contraction
he was drawn into her farther until she felt his sac smack against her pussy.

“Rene!” She fisted the sheets and held on tight. Quivering
and trembling. Crying and sighing while her muscles milked him, over and over
as the weight of the inner resistance his cock provided carried her on an
orgasmic wave that completely undid her.

“Alex? Let go of the sheet, baby.” She was too far gone to
correct her over calling him Rene instead of Master. And even though his back
teeth were floating he’d put aside his own desires and gave her a few minutes
to recover.

He eased out of her, making sure she was okay before he went
to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back he was glad to see that she’d
remained languid and adrift.

He put his hands under her arms and moved her. “Come on,
kitten. I want to hear you purr some more. Let’s try our new toys, shall we?”
He had no trouble buckling her in the cuffs. She was malleable putty in his
hands when she was like this.

He checked each restraint, making sure that nothing was too
tight as to cause her injury.

“I love my leather on you.” He lay down next to her, took
hold of her collar and kissed the medallion. “But I love my silver on you
more.” He latched on to her mouth in a long, mind-numbing kiss that had her
swaying even though she was tied on his bed. He drank in the sight of her.
Pinned on the oil-stained sheets in an easy spread-eagle position. Leaving her
just enough room to squirm around when he wanted her to.