Rough Surrender (11 page)

“Sir.” She squirmed. “I think perhaps that is enough–”

“It’s enough when I say it is. Sit still.” He pushed his nose and face through her loosening bun of hair, then breathed in and out onto that little perfect ear, nipped the lobe and the neck below. An almost inaudible sound sighed from her throat. Didn’t take long to rouse his little vixen. Tired, but not satiated.

The warm wet mounds of her breasts moved under the caress of the cloth. He fondled one and, with his other hand, sent the cloth traveling southward to submerge and find the juncture of her thighs. Abandoning the cloth, he let two fingers cruise along the length of her slit. Even underwater the slickness of her juices was different–slipperier–from that of water.

“Your own moisture is coming out down there. I like how you react to me touching you, handling you, biting–” He took a bigger bite at her neck, sucked in skin then let his tongue in on the act. Then moved to the angle of neck and shoulder and bit some more. This time her groan was louder, and her legs spread apart, shoving on his thighs. He grabbed her bottom and lifted her onto his legs so his dick poked up along her swollen cleft–her labia so engorged they made an unmistakable pathway. He treated himself to a few thrusts.

Slip, slide...slip, slide. The head of his dick knew the spot where her entrance lay.

It was so tempting to just sink it into her. She’d be hot, tight and he’d likely come in seconds. He bit the top of her shoulder this time, eliciting another sharp intake of breath. Water gurgled and swirled as she curved her lower back and grabbed his hand. Mademoiselle Faith loved biting. Something to remember. His cock could wait. Time to do some more stretching of that virgin pussy. With an adroit meandering twist between his cock and her labia, one finger tunneled in then he wiggled a second in alongside. God, her walls clamped down in an instant.

“That’s the way, sweetie.”

She made a muted little grunting noise in reply–so unladylike but he loved it–then she squirmed some more, thrusting to move his fingers in and out. Her mouth was open to breathe, and her neck flushed bright pink in between the red of his bites.

Well, he hadn’t meant to make her climb toward orgasm again quite yet, but never mind. She’d braced her hands under her bottom, on top of his thighs to gain purchase to do some of those little thrusts.

“Here. I have somewhere else for you to put these.” He took hold of one hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock, then went and did the same with her other hand. Hmm. As if he’d handed her a bomb, she’d frozen. “Move the top one up and down, slide it nice and slow.”

Caught her off guard, had he? Before she could do more thinking, he resumed pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy and eating her neck in sedate little chomps. He sought out her clit and thumbed right over the top of it, rolled around, and repeated. Likely she’d need more stimulation this time.

Slowly her breathing became labored, and her muscles tensed and released. The movement of her hands on his cock turned ragged and stopped. Watching a woman about to come never grew tiresome. He thrust his fingers a bit deeper then out to the entrance where he ventured a third finger, got it in with the other two, a whole inch and a half.

“Gah!” She stretched her neck back. “I don’t– Umm.”

The smallest of movements in and out of those fingers and ever so gradually she opened, relaxing, letting them in a little more, a little farther, until at the deepest, the web of his fingers hit her pussy lips.

“Yesss,” she whispered.

Her hands were near strangling his cock so he unwrapped them, let her grab the edge of the tub as his thumb rotated and pressed, massaging the unhooded bulb of her clitoris. Now and then that adorable muted grunt sounded. Panting hard, Faith moved her groin to deepen the thrust of his fingers. He shifted the hand under her breast and rolled the nipple. She stiffened, her walls tightening on his fingers. Thrust, clamp, press on the clit, and again, then he bit down on the side of her neck and stayed there, sucking. A salty taste, mixed with her distinct flavor. He took her clit between finger and thumb and squeezed over and over.

“Oh. Ohh!” She shuddered into a prolonged climax, her bottom jerking and vagina squashing in on his fingers. As she relaxed onto him and the gasping and juddering ceased, he withdrew his fingers and leaned back to let her use him as a chair.

“You are evil, sir,” she muttered, but she took his arm and wrapped it across her chest, before letting her head loll back onto his upper arm where he rested it on the bathtub’s edge.

“I know.” He kissed her cheek. “But you love it.”

A while later, when she’d recovered and he’d rinsed off his upper body as well as he could with her cuddled on him, he pulled the plug from the tub and turned her off his lap. He climbed out of the tub, drawing her out with him. A bath towel on the chair was in easy reach, so he arranged it on the floor in front of the chair then sat on the chair.

She stared at him–those pale eyes still distant from her orgasm. Strands of escaped hair feathered her forehead. A crease formed between her eyebrows.

“Kneel on it facing me, Faith.”

She did so. Water lay in droplets on her skin. The swaying of her breasts distracted him. His cock was at full mast again and he saw her notice it, her gaze flicking from cock to his face and back. Smart woman–she’d almost figured out what he intended though he doubted this was included in the education of a well-raised woman.

The tip of her tongue emerged between her swollen red lips. Would she do this? He’d bet his life on it. He rested his hands on his legs. “Time for you to learn how to pleasure a man. Give me your hand.”

Such wide eyes...yet despite wavering and shifting position a little on the towel, she didn’t say no, and she didn’t get up off the floor. He held back a smile and felt the strengthened pulse of blood in his member. Give her a moment to adjust to the idea then he’d show her precisely where to put her hands and he’d get those lips sliding up and down his cock.

Sooner than he expected, she gave him her hand. He curled her fingers around the base of his cock. The warmth of those slender fingers livened him to the point of agony. With little urging she shifted even closer.

“Put your mouth on the top, lick around me, slowly.”

A moment of indecision...then that tongue of hers swept out, excitement glittering in her eyes, and she did as he told her–placed her wet mouth on his cock, licked slow and hot.

He sucked in a tight breath. Yes, it wouldn’t take long for him to come with Faith’s lips on him. And no, it wasn’t quite as he wished. Adventurous, used to living on the dangerous edge, and Faith had already made adjustments in her way of thinking.

Wrapping his hand in the back of her hair, he pulled her off him with a wet pop. He hissed at the loss then gave her head a little shake.

“Like doing that?”

She shrugged and sucked in her bottom lip. “I guess. You did the same to me, sir. It seems only fair.” She smiled.

Smiled?
Jesus in heaven. Not good
. He smiled back, making sure to put a slightly diabolical twist on it. Unease shadowed her face.

“If you’re to judge my marriage proposal, we should make sure you’ve seen me at my worst... You can always tell me to stop. Besides, I think you will like this, in a way. Yes?”

“Um.” Her nostrils widened. Her knees shifted. Her hands clenched on her thighs. “I suppose.”

“Good. I’m glad we are in agreement. Go and get the cords from the bed.”

Now, this was much more interesting. The little flavor of fear in the way she rose, with her eyes locked on his, then walked away, stiff and uncertain, was far better. Faith was a hard woman to overwhelm. He leaned into the chair’s back. A challenge–but then if he saw her right, this was what she truly needed. He loved a challenge.

Chapter 11

The gold cords weighed heavily on her fingers as she went back into the bathroom. Mr. Meisner sat on the chair like a judge waiting for his next case...her. What was he planning? She could tell he meant to unsettle her. Well, no one had ever called her a pushover. She set her jaw.

“Here, Faith.” He held out his hand.

She gave him the cords and saw how he unraveled them while judging her reaction. It was amazing how quickly her pussy heated. All those words for her anatomy, and she sure remembered them. Cunt, cunny, cleft, vagina...dark and dirty, and my, oh, my, she liked this whole thing. Except, maybe, when he went careering off course, like now.

“Your wrist, love.”

Blinking, sure she teetered on a precipice and this dad-blasted man intended to give her a right good shove, she gave him her wrist. He urged her around until she faced away from him then took her other wrist too. Again, with the tying of her hands at her back, and she closed her eyes to savor the odd, yet delicious,
want
in her for handing him control. Her clitoris swelled, as if it had a mind of its own. She couldn’t help taking a deep breath at the surge of pleasure, at the scattered tingle as places woke and longed for more of his touch.

“Good,” he said, and his hand curved over her bottom, appreciating every inch, or so it seemed. She swayed, and let her tongue tip venture out onto her lip when his hand went between her legs and stayed there, like it belonged in just that place, like he had a right to be there.
Oh. Yes.

“Wet,” he murmured. “Now you can kneel.”

With a hand on her elbow to steady her, Mr. Meisner helped her kneel on the towel. Standing over her with his cock an inch away, he carefully twined her hair round and round and anchored his hand within. So firm she might have been in a vice, and with her hands behind her he could do what he wished.

“How does that feel, Faith?” he asked quietly.

She looked up at him and sank into those brown eyes, floating away with the sensation of being dominated. Her tongue and brain were miles from each other. Words and thoughts mired, and tangled. A reply would spoil the moment. She shook her head as much as his grip allowed her to.

“That’s better. Lovely.” He bent down and kissed her long enough to send everything spinning. When he raised himself again, her lips were bruised and her heartbeat erratic.

“I’m going to put my cock in your mouth. Use lips, not teeth. See if you can take it all in, after a while. When I come, you’ll get a mouthful. So don’t be surprised.”

His hand held her even firmer as the head of his cock found her mouth. She opened wide then watched as it glided between her lips. She felt the strange soft, hardness poke along her tongue and then withdraw. A taste like skin, but deeper, richer.

Shutting her eyes let her feel more. She was pleasuring him the same as he’d done to her. His flesh pushed in, invaded her mouth, withdrew.

“Use your tongue,” he murmured. At the huskiness in his voice she risked a glance at his face. Mr. Meisner had a look of utter concentration. She curled her tongue and swirled all along the length as his cock cruised past. In, suck, swirl, out... He drew a long, sibilant breath and sped up the thrusts into her mouth. She twisted her hands in the cord. When she relaxed her throat, he grunted and his hands tightened in her hair. Yes, she could do this.

He pulled out and tilted up her head.

What now? She looked back at him while licking the taste off her lips. He chuckled, then bent down, picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. With hands tied behind her and head downward at his back, she could only wriggle.

“Mr. Meisner! Put me down.” She hissed the words through her teeth.

“Don’t move!” he smacked her once on the bottom. The sting shot through her.

“Ow!” But she stilled–landing headfirst on the floor because he’d dropped her seemed unwise. Besides, that smack had hurt.

Four or five strides and he plonked her onto the bed. More pillows were sorted, only this time he set her up with her head down and nearly dangling off the bed.

“I figured we needed you a bit more distracted, my dear. Open your mouth.”

Damnation, what was it this time?
She scowled up at him but he inserted his cock into her mouth again. Only this time she felt his hand slipping along her cleft. The way he skated his fingers up and down while he pushed in and out of her mouth made her forget precisely where her tongue was, and soon, altogether which bit was anywhere, except she needed to moan and suck at the same time.

She arched her mound at his mouth or whatever part of him played wet games down there. He was inside her mouth and her pussy at the same time. As his cock forced its way in, so did fingers and tongue. She gasped around him and hummed, tried to spread her legs, clenched and tried to free her hands from where they lay under her back, and couldn’t. The throbbing heat, the slip and juicy slide almost undid her. She tensed, bowing upward as much as she could. With one last thrust, Mr. Meisner stopped with his cock as deep as it would go. Hot liquid spurted inside her mouth, filling her. She swallowed it down, needing it gone so she could, so...and everything down between her thighs...stopped.
No
. Not much more and that pressure would send her into oblivion again.
More. Just a little
.

He lifted himself off her and shifted her around so she lay flat on the bed then propped himself on his elbow at her side.