Page 76 of Sweet Surrender
Proving to Savannah what her life would be like if she submittedto me instead of playing bullshit games. Games she didn’t stand a chance at winning.
Every night, I went to bed with the most painful erection I’d ever had,and as soon as I knew Savannah was asleep, I’d creep into the bathroom to fuck my hand, just to relieve the pressure of needing to be buried in her sweet cunt again.
But I was determined I wasn’t going to touch her until she acceptedher fate, something which she was close to doing, she just needed a final shove.
I couldn’t fucking wait until she finally succumbed, and I was hopingtonight would be the night. Over the last few days, I’d been planningan event behind her back, wanting to surprise her, and I was confident that by the end of the night, she’d be eating out of my hands, and I’d be eating her pussy.
Shortly after my call with Savannah, Brian informed me they were onthe way to the shops. Of course, I hadn’t given hercompletefreedom to choose what dress she wanted to wear tonight. I’d hand-picked four dresses, and Harriett, the personal stylist who would meet Savannah atNeiman Marcus,would instruct Savannah that she had to pick one of them.
What Savannah didn’t know was that I’d already paid for all four, andthe dresses she didn’t pick would be moved to her wardrobe ready for the next event I would take her to.
The rest of the day passed in the blink of an eye. I ran Sherry raggedwith final instructions to make sure the evening went smoothly. I knew that once Savannah found out what tonight was in aid of, it would become important to her, and therefore important to me.
Satisfied everything had been planned to perfection, I left my officeand headed home to get changed, and pick up my beautiful wife. I couldn’t wait to see what dress she’d picked out, but more than that, I couldn’t fucking wait to see if she was wearing the underwear I’d selected for her.
The house was silent when I arrived but I knew Savannah was home.It had become an ingrained habit to check the tracking app regularly to make sure she was where she said she was.
Not that I thought she’d run. I was more than confident that Savannahwouldn’t be going anywhere.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Savannah was falling for me.
Good.
It was about time she caught up to where I was.
Heading straight up to our bedroom, I pushed open the door, freezing on the spot as the air whooshed out of my lungs at the sight before me.
Savannah was lying on her side on the bed, one arm propping herhead up, the other resting on the curve of her hip. Her juicy tits were spilling out of the red lacy bra that was so damn see-through, I could see her rosy nipples from where I stood.
As my gaze trailed down her body to the matching red lacy panties,she parted her legs slightly, showing off the crotchless part.
My cock was hard in an instant.
“Welcome home, husband,” Savannah purred, a sultry smile crossingher lips. “I thought I’d show off what your money bought you.”
I smirked, not missing the double entendre. “Money well spent, in myhumble opinion,” I replied, loosening my tie to get some air into my body.
At this rate, I was likely to keel over from lack of oxygen.
“I’m glad you think so,” she said, shifting her legs a fraction more,and giving me a glimpse of her glistening pussy, before her hand moved from her hip to caress the front of her underwear.
I stared at her as I pulled my tie off. As I moved to undo the buttonson my shirt, I debated as to whether I wanted to feast on her cunt first or flip her over and fuck her from behind. But when a flash of smugness lit up her face, I paused, and I knew without a doubt, she was playing a game.
My sweet Savannah thought she could break me. Get me to give inand fuck her, and as much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to lose now. There would only be one person surrendering tonight, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me.
Stepping into the room, I crept toward her, the smile playing onher lips getting bigger the closer I got. When I reached her, I gently pushed her onto her back, climbing on the bed to hover over her with my lips only an inch away from hers.
“Have you been playing with your pussy, Savannah? Is that why it’ssoaking wet, ready for me to pound it?”
Her pupils widened as she sucked in her bottom lip. “Yes,” shewhispered, her warm breath brushing against my lips. Underneath me, her hand was rubbing against her cunt, but every time she moved, the back of it rubbed against my erection.
“Naughty girl,” I said, lowering my hand to stop her movements. “Idon’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself.”
“I didn’t know I needed permission,” she replied, trying to pull herhand out of my grasp.
“Well then, allow me to set you straight. From now on, if you want totouch your pussy, youwillask me. If I tell you to stop touching your pussy, you will listen.”
“Will I?” she said, a hint of teasing in her tone as she freed her handand started rubbing again.
