Page 88 of Surrender to Me
“Please place your hands behind your neck.”
Wishing he’d order me to get myself off instead, I swallow a sigh and do as he says.
The position thrusts my breasts forward. I’m hyperaware of every inch of myself, open to him, vulnerable in a way that’s both terrifying and intoxicating.
He watches me, still seated, his gaze thoughtful, assessing, and completely unnerving. Staying still and remaining silent requires every bit of my self-control.
A log pops, making me jump, but I quickly return to the position he’d requested.
“Very good.”
Every single part of me feels like it’s on fire.
“You’re doing so well. Now I want you to kneel for me.”
This is suddenly very real.
“I’ll want your thighs parted wide, my sweetly submissive Allie.”
Unable to believe I’m actually doing this, I lower myself to the blanket, knees apart.
“Good. Hands behind your neck again, if you will?”
The position forces my back to arch a little, as if I’m offering my breasts and pussy. Exactly what he wants, I’m sure.
“Stay there. Patiently, with your gaze on me.”
He fills my vision until he becomes the center of my world.
Then he drops his foot to the floor and stands.
He circles me, slowly, deliberately. Every step sends a shiver through me.
The fire’s crackle, the storm’s roar, the faint scent of pine and coffee on him—It all consumes me. His presence is a weight, a promise, and I tremble, my skin prickling as he studies me from every angle, seeing me in a way no one ever has.
He crouches before me. “Don’t break position. Understand?”
I nod. Then he captures my nipples and gently pinches them.
The sensation is electric, and I moan, leaning into his touch. “Stryker…”
He tugs, pulling me slightly off balance, and I drop my arms to steady myself.
“Oh, Allie.” He utters a soft sound of disapproval. “You were given an order, and you agreed.”
Scowling, I lodge my protest. “But I would have fallen.”
“You know I wouldn’t have let that happen, my beautiful little sweetheart.”
His words sink deep, wrapping around my heart. My beautiful little sweetheart. They feel so natural, as if they’ve always been mine. Yet just days ago, they would’ve been unthinkable.
A desire to please him blooms inside me, wild and unexpected. I’m not this woman, not one to kneel, to submit, and yet with him, something new is awakening, blossoming in a way I never imagined.
He releases my nipples, and the ache in my pussy becomes desperate.
His gaze on me, Stryker slides a hand between my legs. His fingers glide through my wetness. Once they’re coated, he sucks them clean, making me blink in shock.
“Your arousal is so sweet.” He fastens his gaze on me. “And so is your trust.”
