Sweet Surrender (44 page)

She nodded. “I want you to USE it if at any point you feel it is too much for you." His words were reassuring to her, and she agreed with him.

"Yes, I promise I will use the safe word if I get too sacred.”

"If you want whatever is happening to stop, all you need do is utter that word...firefly, and it will stop. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand completely," she answered.

With that, he rose from the bed, bent to his bag and brought out a, black, silk eye mask, and carefully wrapped it around her head, tying it gently. "I want you to relax completely and focus solely on the sensations, and not your vision. I also want you to be silent, unless I tell you otherwise, or you need to use the safe word," he instructed her. She remained silent, but nodded her head to let him know she understood what was expected.

"I'm going to spank that beautiful ass of yours, Chantal.” She heard the deep whisper in her ear. "First, I'm going to use my hand and then, we shall see." She felt him kiss her neck, sending thrilling little ripples of electricity down her spine and giving her goose bumps all over her arms. "You're going to like the sting of my hands on your ass, aren't you?"

"Yes," she said softly back to him as she felt his hands on her shoulders sliding down her arms. He grasped her wrists and raised her hands above her head, pinning her hands there. She felt something smooth being wrapped around her wrists, tightening a little as she tugged against them.

“Keep your hands above your head, unless I say otherwise.”

She felt him kissing her neck, traveling with soft little kisses down onto her chest and the top of her breasts. She gasped at the sensation going through her body.

"I told you not to speak, didn't I?" he asked, and she felt his mouth close over her nipple, biting it gently, sending little ripples of sensation up and down her spine. "I will let it pass this time, but the next time you disobey me, I will have to punish you," he stated in the husky, deep voice.

His lips continued traveling down her belly, his hands sliding down her upraised arms, and onto her breasts, grasping the nipples with his fingers and lightly pinching. It was all she could do to remain silent, and she bit back the urge to let a moan escape her lips. The sensation of the tightness on her nipples was intense—stinging, but delicious.

"I think you like to have your nipples pinched. Maybe we should try the clamps on you then...." His voice trailed off, leaving anticipation in her mind. She wanted to feel them; she wanted to feel the tightness on her breasts as he stroked her body. He pulled away from her for a moment, and she heard him going through the leather bag he brought in for them.

She was still reclined on her back with her arms above her head, not wanting to move or displease him in any way. Her breathing was rapid as she anticipated the nipple clamps, knowing that she had the safe word if she found the sensation to be too much for her. His words had aroused her, and at that same time submerged her to that soft edged place in her mind where his pleasure was her main concern. His pleasure and his desires were her joy, and she was addicted to that joy.

She felt him return. He sat on the edge of the bed and she felt his lips once again grasp her nipple, drawing it in lightly and sucking the entire nipple into is his hot, wet mouth. She couldn't help it this time as a deep moan rose up through her throat and her head went back. She felt him draw away again, and then the sensation of his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple and drawing it up and away from her body.

Then, she felt the incredible biting sensation of the clamp over her nipple. As his hands moved away, she was left with the feeling as if he continued to tightly pinch it. He then put another clamp on her other breast. It was painful, but after the first few seconds, the pain turned to something else. She focused totally on her body, her breasts, and the pulsing beat in her pussy. It felt as if the nipple clamps had a direct connection to the heart of her, and her mind soared with the feeling.

Breathing through the sensation, she waited for his next move and was happy that she didn’t have to wait that long.

“You ready for more, Chantal?”

“Yes S–S-Sir,” she stammered.

He flipped her over onto her stomach all of a sudden. “Oh God...,” she whimpered.

“I knew you would enjoy this,” he growled.

She felt him straddle her and sit lightly on her back. Her breathing came in short pants, due to excitement and fear at the same time.

His hands started to caress her back, slowly working around each side of her body. He slowly pushed them beneath her body, until they were cupping her breasts. She felt the pressure of his whole body now lying on top of hers.

“Don’t be afraid, baby...I will make sure you enjoy every second,” he whispered in her ear, as he harshly pulled on the clamp cords.

“Oh....” The shock from what he did made her moan relentlessly. The torture was building fast, almost too fast, and it felt as if her pussy may come uncontrollably from just that alone.

He pulled away from her after a moment. “Now, my sweet baby girl, with pleasure there comes a little pain.” She felt his hand trace over her naked ass, slowly grasping it, and then out of nowhere—SMACK. She jumped. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

“Shit...,” she mumbled, forgetting momentarily about not saying a thing.

She felt him lean forward and felt something cool go over the heat of her ass. The pain from the sting of his slap, and then what she guessed was ice, was unbearable for a moment, and she almost felt like speaking up. But she felt the flood from her pussy and as the pain eased to pleasure, she moaned.

“Baby, you are doing so well, do you want more?” he groaned, as her ass lifted from the bed against his hand.

“Please, Sir.”

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, landed on the opposite side of her ass. With her ass burning from the new torture, her mind began to contemplate which was the bigger teasing pain, the clamps or the sting of each slap he delivered.

He leant down over her, again, and she felt his erection digging into her ass. She couldn’t help but move against him, as he whispered into her ear, “What do you crave to be touched, Chantal?”

“You know what I need, Sir,” she exclaimed. “Please, my pussy.”

He reached down and ran his finger along her completely soaked opening, making sure to leave her clit alone. He was driving her crazy. She was ready to scream to the world how badly she needed him inside of her. She was going to die from the pleasure going through her body. The wonder of what things he was going to do to her had her senses on high alert.

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he sound of Chantal’s guttural moaning just from his finger touching her opening was music to his ears. She was too preoccupied with the delicious sensations that were coursing through her body. His cock lengthened painfully more as the excitement grew in the room. He could not hold back anymore. Sliding his hand down her body, he probed momentarily at her opening before he dipped two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

Her walls clamped around his fingers, making him moan at the feel of her. He should have seen her last week, but with him not in the picture, she had to know what she had done was wrong. It killed him, seeing her at the stupid club, but it was over now. She was his and only his. No one was ever going to take her away from him, ever.

His fingers sunk deeper inside of her and her back lifted from the bed as a she let one of those sexy little moans out. Her hands never left their spot where he had left them, but he wanted them on him now. He removed his fingers from her and slid them into her mouth, loving the feeling as her tongue wrapped around each of his fingers, sucking them clean. He asked, “Can you handle more, baby?”

Teasingly her voice is telling him no, but she replies, “Yes Sir.”

Flipping her over, he pulled her up on all fours, pushing on her shoulders as she lay over her tied hands, ass in the air. He loved how she sat there patiently, waiting for him to do something. With one hand, he wrapped a fistful of hair around his hand as the other grabbed some of that curvy ass.

She moaned, grinding and pushing her hips against his erection, with her dripping wet pussy touching the head of his cock. Sliding the tip inside of her and then pulling back out, he let go of her ass and rubbed his cock through her folds.

“Please, Sir, fuck me, I need you to,” she begged.

With that, he shoved his cock inside of her, hard. In. One. Single. Thrust. Relishing in how tight she was that way, he gripped her hips as he started to move.

“Yes, yes ,yes, Sir,” she screamed.

He plunged in and out of her, driving her wild, with his forward hard thrusts into her. He pulled back hard on her hair, making her scream out in pleasure. The sight of her head pulled back, her back bowing, and her pushing against him as he slammed harder into her from behind, sent him over the edge, calling out her name as he shot his cum as deep as he could inside of her.

She screamed his name out, her pussy tightening around him as she came with him. He continued moving inside of her as she came down from her explosion, panting for breath. She fell to the bed with him following closely behind. He didn’t want to squash her under his weight, as he fell. He rolled with her in his arms, pulling her on top of him, loving the feel of her body where it was.

He had never loved anyone as much as he did her. She was his everything. His rock. She was his calm, to his angry. She was the yin to his yang. Their hearts beat as one, not separately. He just plain loved her for what she was, not who she was.

“I love you, Dominic, so much,” she mumbled above him.

He grinned. “And I love you baby.” As she dozed off on top of him, he hated what he had to do next, leaving her for his bloody job. It had to be done. If he didn’t do this job, the company would be outed for what it really was. Although he didn’t care, the people that came to them did, a great deal. They kept their names hidden, privately away from prying eyes.

If word got out about half the people that came through them, they would lose their business and their reputation. He was not going to let that happen. So, what he would do, he had to do for the company. Not for himself. He really did not care if everyone knew about him, the only one that mattered was the sweet little thing curled up on him.

He really had to figure out how exactly he was going to tell her, before someone else did. He still regretted not telling her at the beginning, and that was his fault. He would live with the consequences if she didn’t accept what he told her.

He lifted her and placed her gently on her side of the bed, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. He sat there staring at her for a long time, pushing her hair out of her face, placing the sheet over her naked body. He couldn’t look at her now. If he kept it up he would want to take her again, and he couldn’t.

Standing, he pulled on his jeans and grabbed his shirt and bag. He glanced back towards the bed a final time before her left her room. She moved over to where he was sitting, curled up with the pillow he had used. He loved her with everything he had, and he hoped to God that she would understand when he told her the news. That she would understand completely as to why he never told her straight away in the first place.

Walking away from her was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. After he placed his bag in the backseat of his truck, he left a note for her on her seat of her car. As he reversed out and drove down the street, he pulled out his phone and dialled the first number that came up.

“Hello, Dominic.”

“Get Maria into the office so we can go over our plan for tomorrow night. I need the complete file on Miss Lawson, and the party we are attending.”

“Grabbing the file now, and just sent of a text to Maria. Anything else?”

“After this event we need to talk, Lee Anne.”

“You love her, don’t you?”

“I have for years, just didn’t know till now. I’m heading to the office, make sure Maria is there waiting.” He hung up after that. He turned out of her street. He was so close to turning his truck around and going back to crawl back into the warmth of the bed with her.

He slammed his fist against the steering wheel. Why was he so scared to tell her the whole truth? Deep down, he wanted her to accept him for who he was, not what he had done while they had been together. It made him sick to his stomach with what he had done. He prayed that she would forgive him for everything that had happened and move forward with their lives, together.

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hantal stretched the next morning as her phone rang beside her bed. She smiled at how sore her body was. It didn’t hurt as bad as she thought. Her phone stopped ringing as she slid out of bed and padded towards the bathroom. As she was waiting for the water to heat up in the shower, she glanced over her body.

Her wrists had light markings from whatever Dom had used to tie them; faint marks covered her ass and the back of her thighs were the same. He never once drew blood from her, though she would not have cared. No, but the shocker of the day/night? He had admitted that he loved her.

She had waited years to hear it and she finally had last night. She was so close to saying it first, but wanted to hear him say it and he did. As she was going over what had happened between them last night, her phone started ringing again. Turning the water off, wrapping a towel around her body, she walked back into her room and answered her phone.

“Hello.”

“Chantilly, I’m so glad you answered. I need your help tonight,” her mother panted between breaths.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she dried her body, and awkwardly wrapped her gown around herself while still holding the phone.

“The Sanders are holding a charity ball tonight, and your father has come down with a bug. We both can’t attend and need you to attend on our half.”

Great, another charity event to bore me to tears! It wasn’t the fact of the charity, just the damn event itself.

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Fine, I can do that.” She wasn’t going to argue with her mother about going. If she just answered yes to it, without arguing, then if her mother asked her for anything else soon, she could use it to her advantage.