Page 11 of Surrender
“Tell me more,” I croak, my voice deep and gravelly as I stare at the beautiful flesh on her neck. “Tell me everything you want me to do.”
She nods, her shoulders rising with this newfound empowerment she’s trying so hard to embrace. Her hands slide up her body to the back of her neck. “Rub yourself,” she states. “Over your jeans.”
My brows lift. God, why am I so proud of her in this moment?She’s fucking stunning, that’s why.
I press the heat of my palm over the crotch of my denim, careful not to do anything more than what she’s requested. My dick is hardening from watching her watch me. She’s a fucking vision.
My forearm flexes as I begin to massage my groin, my dick pressing against the seam of my jeans and growing by the second.
“Go inside your jeans. Rub your bare…cock.” She hesitates on the last word and pulls her lip into her mouth, clearly unsure of herself.
“Anything,” I whisper, my voice quaking because my level of arousal is a bit terrifying.
My reply gives her confidence. She licks her lips and eyes the veins running up my arm as I slide my hand into my tight jeans. I’m rock-hard now, but there’s no room to play. Regardless, I’m following orders and everything feels so fucking good.
“I want to see you, Gareth,” she all but moans. “Take off your jeans.”
Thank fuck,I think to myself as I slide the jeans down my legs and kick them out of the way. She’s asked me to take off my jeans for a million different fittings, but I usually remember to put underwear on when she comes by. Perhaps it was destiny that I forgot tonight.
I’m completely naked while she remains completely clothed. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced with a woman. There’s a shift in the room. In the universe. A change in our axis. The power she has over me as I stand in front of her naked and vulnerable is a heady, sexy sensation. A strange desire to fall to my knees and worship her overcomes me, but I remain on my feet, slowly stroking my cock for her half-lidded eyes.
“Will you drop to your knees?” she asks, wringing her hands together in front of her.
I look at her like she’s reading my fucking mind. “Will you demand it?” I want to hear the order. I crave it.
Her jaw tightens. “Drop to your knees.”
The conviction in her voice is like a defibrillator to my chest, shocking the last remaining control I’ve lived with my entire fucking life out of my body. I’ve entered into some sexy as fuck fantasy world where she’s the queen and I’m her servant.And, bloody hell, it’s just like my fucking dreams.My mind has clicked off and is uninhibited. Ready to listen, to respond, to please. I’m prepared and waiting for more orders because, for once in my life, I’m not in control. I’m not the celebrity footballer. I’m not the big brother. I’m not the support system, the mediator, the protector. I don’t have to solve things or play a certain role. I can just be myself without expectations. I’m…free.
The feeling is completely liberating. I don’t want to challenge her. I want to make her happy. I want to keep that confidence in her voice. I want to follow her commands, praying like fuck she’ll reward me with her body.
My grip tightens around my cock, and I close my eyes briefly to concentrate so I don’t come like a fucking teenager.
“Eyes on me,” she states.
My eyes snap to hers.
She’s in another place, too. Her voice is different. The emotional sponge she once was has vanished. She’s controlling the feelings in the room. The atmosphere. The pleasure. She’s found me hiding in that faraway fantasy land where she’s the queen and I’m hers. All hers. We have hit a point of no return, and everything around us will crumble if we don’t give in to our desires.
I stare at her strength and grow harder as every muscle and vein stretches and tightens along the length of my cock. I want her so fucking badly.
She lets out a moan and says, “Stand up. Take my clothes off. Right now. Fast…Please.”
I rise, eliminating the few feet between us and reach down for the bottom of her dress. There’s a faint sound of fabric tearing as I yank it over her head, but I can’t help myself. A frenzy has taken over. And as much as I want to glance down at her black lace bra and her tiny slip of knickers, I can’t look away from her gaze.
“I want you to grab my hair and fuck me against that dresser as hard as you can. Don’t hold back. Don’t take it easy on me. Make me scream.” Her muscles twitch beneath her skin. She’s struggling so hard to maintain control, yet she’s still a vision.
I’m getting pictures in my head of not following her orders and being punished. The sight is everything I never knew I wanted.
I grip her by the waist and pull her against my body, walking her backwards to the dresser. I stare at her lips and move in just as she states, “Don’t kiss me. Don’t you dare kiss me.”
I all but growl with agitation and swirl her around so fast on her heels, she loses her balance and falls onto the dresser. She’s bent over the furniture with her arse perched toward me, like a delicious buffet that I can’t touch without permission.
“Rip my panties off and bury your cock inside of me. And you better have a condom, so help me God.”
Her voice is a cry at the end as I grip the strip of fabric lining her crack and jerk them off of her in one strong tug. I fist her knickers in my hand and stride over to my nightstand. I drop the material into the drawer and grab a foiled packet.
Moving back to her, I tear the condom open with my teeth.
