Sweet Surrender (26 page)

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eaving Chantal in bed with Joey this morning, wasn’t what Dom had in mind, but he had to go and have a chat with Nate about the date that he had requested off this week for his client. The arrangements had been changed from meeting at the Hyatt to the Four Seasons at the Gold Coast. He was pissed when told the news. He did not want to travel, let alone be away from Chantal for the night, but it had to be done, and he was glad that he wasn’t going alone.

As he pulled up in front of Nate’s garage, he could hear tools being thrown from one bench to another. Frowning, he jumped out and made his way quickly into the garage. Once inside, he stood still as a wrench went past him and hit the sidewall.

“Dude, what the fuck is going on?”

Nate turned around, breathing heavy. “Sorry,” he grumbled.

Slowly moving further in, he leaned against the closest car, and waited. After ten minutes of standing there, he finally asked, “Is everything alright?”

“Fuck no, it’s not,” he answered, while rubbing his face.

“Well what is it then?”

“This,” he replied as he handed him a small box. Glancing between Nate and the box he gave him, he opened it. “Nate, I love you like a brother, but I’m not marrying you, you’re not my type.” He tried to lighten the mood, but by the look on Nate’s face, it had not worked. Looking at the ring again, it clicked. “Isn’t this the ring you gave Skylar?”

Nate slid down the wall, with his face in his hands. “Yeah, it was.”

Walking over to the side of him, he sat. “What do you mean, it was?” He had a feeling the answer wasn’t going to be great.

“Skylar gave it back to me the other day, telling me she couldn’t marry me, and that it was over between the two of us.”

“What? You guys were happy. I thought you sorted everything out between the two of you.”

“I thought so, too. After she had her appointment with the therapist—and I have no clue as to what happened in there—she changed her mind,” Nate told him.

“Damn, bro. I’m sorry. Did she say anything at all as to why she ended it?”

Standing up, he walked towards the office and came back out with two beers. “At first she asked me if I agreed it was best that I go to see the therapist with her, I said that it was fine. Then I noticed that she didn’t have her ring on, and she told me she couldn’t do this, what we had between us, anymore. She doesn’t trust me at all, not one single bit. She needs to work through everything that has happened, by herself. Also, that I have caused a lot of hurt for her with everything that I have done towards her. I know I screwed up, but what the hell does she think I have been doing? I haven’t slept with another person but her. I don’t go out. All I do is work, eat, and think of her every second of the day.”

“Maybe it is for the best; give her the space that she needs to figure out all this. Prove to her that what you did in the past will never happen again. I know you, Nate. We all fuck up once or twice in our life, but you have to make it better or you will lose her for good.” Why was he giving advice like that, when he needed to say the same thing to himself about Chantal?

“I’ll give her the space she needs, but I can’t let her go, Dom. I just can’t. I can’t sleep when I know she is over there all by herself. She won’t even answer any of my calls. It’s pissing me off that she won’t let me in. I agreed to go to counselling with her and sort this out between the two of us.”

“I know, mate. Maybe when Craig gets back from his trip, we can sit down with him and have a talk. It might help with him being around her.”

Nate finished his beer and threw it in the bin. “So, enough of my problems, what are you doing here? I gave you the day off since there wasn’t that much to do.”

“I need another day off. It was for the 15th of March, Friday, but now I need off Saturday, too. I’m seeing a client down at the Gold Coast for the evening and they requested two days. Pissed about the change, but its extra cash in my pocket.”

“Ok, let me just go over the book to make sure we aren’t busy.”

He followed Nate into his office, where flicked through his calendar. “We only have four cars that day, nothing I can’t do myself. If I get stuck, I’ll give Greg a call.”

“Thanks, Nate. I really appreciate you letting me do this.”

“It’s not a problem, Dom. We discussed this at the beginning. I know I’m not the best person to say this, but I will. I think you need to tell Chantal. I know you don’t want to admit it, but there is something between you two, and you can’t keep something this big from her, man. ”

“I know, but if I do, she will react like everyone else would, and that is why I haven’t told her yet, but I will in time.”

“Dom, I’ve known for a long time that you have wanted to be with her, but if you keep this to yourself too long and she finds out from someone else, it isn’t going to go down well for you. I’m looking out for you, brother. I don’t want you to lose the best thing that has happened to you, before you even have it, just because you couldn’t tell her. She will understand, you just have to explain to her about it better than you have with everyone else.”

“I will, Nate. Trust me, I will. She won’t find out from anyone but me, the timing needs to be right to tell her, and it’s not at this point, not yet. I want to build what we have together more before I tell her the news.”

“Ok, me personally, you need to tell her soon, but hey, this is your relationship, not mine.”

“Thank you, Nate. I’m heading out; have a gorgeous girl waiting for me to get back in bed with.” He laughed.

“Enjoy it while you can, Dom,” Nate said as he slapped him on the back.

Running for his truck and starting it up, he couldn’t stand another minute away from her. He needed to be close to her, in every way possible. Screeching down the street, he hoped to God that there were no cops around because he was breaking the speed limit to get back to her and in her bed, where he wanted to be. Today was going to the beginning of her training, he had a feeling she wouldn’t like what he had planned for her, but there sat the fun in it. He was hard and throbbing against his jeans, ready for what he had planned for her. He could not wait to start.

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hantal was in the kitchen making breakfast for Joey and herself. As soon as she felt Dom leave her bed, she got up, had her shower and waltzed into the kitchen. She couldn’t help the grin on her face. She was still shocked that Dom had stayed the night, and what was worse, that she had wrapped around him like a vice, not letting go. She hoped that was not why he left so early in the morning.

Once everything was cooked, she waited for the bread to toast, as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She was about to take a sip, when arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her against a hard chest. She leaned back as Joey’s lips travelled down her neck and back up to her ear. “Morning, babe.”

She turned around in his arms, and he picked her up and placed her on the bench, moving between her legs. She didn’t even get a chance to say morning as his mouth came down over hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him flush with her body and felt his hardness against her core.

His lips moved from her mouth down to her throat, above her cleavage and up the opposite side of her neck. Whimpering as his hands moved her hips back and forth against him, her head fell back on her shoulders and hit the wall. Joey slid one of his hands up under her camisole and pinched her nipple, and a gasp sounded from her mouth at the sensation.

Releasing her, his other hand pushed the top above her other breast and he bent down, taking the hardened peak in his mouth. Gripping his shoulder with one hand, she slid the other in between their bodies, rubbing over his erection, as he continued nibbling on her nipple. Every time he bit harder, she rubbed harder through his boxer shorts. Before he went any further, he pulled his head away from her chest and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing heavy.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I do with you right now, Chantal. But we can’t keep doing this,” Joey whispered to her.

She frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

“This was never going to last that long between us, it was only a little fun. You were never mine to begin with.”

“What are you talking about, Joey?”

“You have always belonged to Dom, babe. Everyone knows it.”

Pushing at his chest, she needed to get down and away from him. She didn’t belong to anyone.

“You’re wrong. I belong to no one but myself, and I sure as hell don’t belong to him, Joey,” she argued, shaking her head.

“Chantal, you and I both know it’s true, and so does he.”

She turned to leave the room and came up short as Dom stood in the doorway to her kitchen.

“Did I miss something here?” Dom asked, looking between the two of them.

“No, you didn’t,” she replied as she pushed past him and stormed off towards her room.

As she exited from the bathroom, pulling on a pair of sweat pants, she glanced up and found both of them standing at the end of her bed. Dom shirtless, Joey, leaning against the wall,
Oh, God have mercy!

Dom grinned wickedly at her as he slowly and painfully undid the button of his jeans.

Swallowing the whimper she wanted to let out, she pushed down the desire for him, moved towards the set of draws, and pulled out a t-shirt.

“You won’t need that, yet,” Dom said from behind her. Her body quivered at his voice and his close proximity.

Turning around, she faced him. “Excuse me?”

“Strip.” That was the only word he said to her.

She laughed. “I don’t think so, Dom. I have things to do this morning.” She lifted the shirt over her head, ready to pull it down over her body.

She was spun around to face Dom as he gripped her hips firmly, and Joey held her hands tightly above her head. Her breathing became faster, her body betraying her mind, wanting what was what was right in front of her.

Joey let go of one hand to remove the shirt from her body and then wrapped both of them around his neck, with him flush against her back. The movement caused her to push out her chest. Dom’s eyed darkened at what she did, and he flicked his tongue over her hardened nipple. She moaned at the sensation, and he pulled her waist against him, letting her feel how hard he was.

Lifting his head from her chest, he stepped back away from her. “Strip.”

Shaking her head no, she couldn’t answer.

“Last time, Chantal,” he growled.

She pushed Joey back to move further away from Dom, but he held her there, firmly. Dom looked past her to Joey and nodded.
Oh, God! What was that for?

Joey released her bra, pulling it from her body and tied her hands to her back with it.
What the hell?

Moving away from them completely, she panted, “What is going on?”

“This is your first lesson, Chantal,” Dom told her, as Joey moved to his side.

“First lesson for what?”

“Being submissive, that is what you are. We discussed this last night.”

Shaking her head at him, she growled, “No we didn’t. You just presumed that is what I am.”

Dom stepped in front of her. “Yes, we did. And you are, Chantal. This is the only chance you get. Do you want to use the safe word or not? If you do, this will stop now. And nothing will happen between us anymore.”

Her eyes flitted between them. “So, if I say it, nothing is going to happen today or tonight?”

“No, if you say it everything between you and I will stop now, and I leave and we go back to the way we were before I had the pleasure to be inside that beautiful body.”

Did she want that? Did she want to end everything now, just by saying that one word? No more Dom in her bed or in her body. Could she really say it? Could she let him walk out her front door and never return, just like that? But she didn’t like be told what to do, not one bit. If she wanted to be with Dom, completely, she needed to get over the whole ordering thing. She had to suck it up and see where this went between them.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

‘You can do better than that, Chantal. I need words.”

“No, I don’t want to use the safe word.”

Dom moved so quickly in front of her, she nearly lost her balance. His fingers wrapped around her nipple and pinched it hard, making her cry out.

“No what, Chantal.”

“No, Sir,” she whispered.

His fingers released her and his mouth covered her throbbing nipple, sending her from pain then pleasure.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to strip out of the clothes that you have left on and lay down on the bed. Joey will be sitting beside you.”

Yes, Sir,” she replied.

Pushing her pants and panties down her legs, she kicked them to the side and crawled up onto her bed and lay down, closing her eyes. She felt the bed dip to her left as Joey sat, and his fingers lightly stroked her forearm.

Then next noise she heard was that of a zipper being undone and she knew that it was Dom. Her eyes flew open when he touched her foot. She stared at him, there at the end of the bed, jeans undone and opened completely. She could see his throbbing cock, hard against his belly.

Swallowing, her eyes roamed up his beautiful body until they reached his eyes.

Joey started playing with her nipple, as she watched Dom push his jeans all the way off. Her eyes landed on his cock as he wrapped his own hand around himself and slowly began moving his hand up and down.

“First lesson is self-control. You cannot touch either of us or yourself. But Joey will be touching you. When he does, you are not allowed to come before me, if you do, I’ll stop and leave. Do you understand?” he said, still stroking his self.

How in the world was she going to do that? She had no self-control when it came to someone touching her, or if a guy was going to make himself come.

Releasing himself quickly, he pulled her down to the edge of the bed, placing her feet on the ground. “Spread your legs.”

Her body was shaking. She slowly opened her legs as wide as she could. Joey slid down to her hip and lightly traced up her leg and around her pussy. She sucked in a big gasp of air. Dom groaned and wrapped his hand around his hardness, watching what Joey was doing.