Page 58 of Surrender

"Hm," she says as she innocently considers her own taste and I'm desperate to wrap my hand around her head, plunge my tongue into her mouth and lick her cum out of her mouth. But I won't. Instead, I grab her hand and find the nearest empty room.

Chapter thirty-three

Serenity

My heart flutters a beat that I'm pretty sure isn't healthy for it, as I let Declan lead me into an empty room. Instead of being the innocent watcher, I'll be starring in my own scene. He chose one of the rooms without a window, so I don't have to worry about other people watching this, but the endless things I've researched float through my head as I wonder what to expect.

He ushers me inside and shuts the door behind us with a deafening 'snick'.

Without turning around, he checks in with me. "Color, Serenity."

My shoulders ease. "Green, sir."

He turns to me, slipping his suit jacket off and unbuttoning his cufflinks. He's done this before every scene, so I take it as my cue to sink into my role as his sub. He moves to the bed and lays his cufflinks on the nightstand before turning to me.

"Do you want to recreate the scene we saw earlier? Spanking and submission?" His body is still, calm, controlled, but the flare in his nostrils tells me just how eager for this he is.

I cast my eyes downward. "Yes, please, sir."

He sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide and motions for me to stand in front of him. His gaze softens as he untucks my work polo and presses a hand up my belly, before it hardens again. Dom Declan is detached, cold, clinical. But sometimes I can see my Declan peak through. I love how he can be hard and soft, cold and hot. It's not the rollercoaster it used to be. Over these months together we've learned each other and every day I feel more and more comfortable with him.

In seconds he has my shirt and pants off, and I stand in front of him in just my panties and bra. My chest heaves in anticipation, but I'm not as nervous as I thought I would be.

He licks his lips and wordlessly guides me so that I'm laying across his thighs awkwardly. His thighs are hard under my stomach and the way his one leg tilts my pelvis up, leaving me extremely exposed.

His warm hand grips the back of my thigh and squeezes. I'm already aching for his touch, turned on by the scene we watched earlier, and the promise of more with Declan.

"We'll start with ten, Ser. You'll count for me after each one or we start over. Understood?"

I nod. "Yes, sir."

He drags my panties down, maneuvering them around his thigh, but leaves them just above my knees. He twists them in a way that gives me no room to move.

"At any point, stoplight color me if you need to, alright?"

I nod again, but that's not enough consent for him, so he squeezes my thigh in warning. "Yes, sir." I shiver in anticipation.

He raises his hand and pauses, letting me squirm, before he brings it to my right ass cheek hard. The shock of the sting and the heat that floods to my cheek and core are a delicious bite of pleasure. I don't understand why, but it causes every muscle in my body to relax, to fully give in to the moment. It's the samefuzzy brained feeling I got after the shibari demonstration and it's a welcome relief.

Declan squeezes my cheek, though, enough to bruise, and I remember what I did wrong.

"One. Sir," I choke out. My voice is wavery, and I'm not sure how I'll be able to do another nine.

His hard cock presses into my belly and a surge of pride that I've made him hard thrums through me.

Two, three, and four are about the same, but the heat builds every hit, and I can feel myself get impossibly wet. He alternates cheeks, but not in any recognizable pattern, so the anticipation remains high. God, I'm so turned on I could cry.

After five, I whimper and squirm, rubbing my thighs together, desperate for relief.

"Are you aching, my girl?" Declan asks but the blood rushing through my ears makes it sound like we're both in a cave, his voice appearing from some unknown place.

"Mhm," I whine, barely able to focus on his question.

The sixth hit slides against the back of my thigh in a fresh area and I jolt forward with a moan. I almost forget I'm supposed to be counting, but I whisper six and rest my forehead against the cool sheets of the bed.

"You're doing so well for me, Ser. Color?"

My pelvis grinds against him, desperate to be touched, but at this angle I can't get any relief. But I know he'll give it to me soon, if I can just be a good girl and follow his rules.

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