Page 31 of Surrender

“My…my lord,” she stammered. “Surely you don’t mean to hold me to them?”

“Indeed I do. I’ve thought of nothing else all day. You bet I could not bring you to gratification a second time. You said if I did, you’d spend another night under the stars with me. I won. So here we are.”

He met her eyes and his look sent a thrilling shiver through her. “But there was another part to our wager. You agreed to drape yourself willingly across my lap, pull up your skirt, and bare your delightful ass for a spanking if you didn’t stay in place and give me a fair chance to win. And that you didn’t do. I seem to recall untangling your fists from my hair when my head was nestled between those long legs…while you cried out from the pleasure.”

Talia lowered her eyes, embarrassed at his frank words. “I…”

“Surely you’re not afraid?” He patted his thigh again. “I promise you’ll find this spanking to your liking.”

To her liking? How could shelikebeing punished? He gave her that look again, hot and steamy, this time with a hint of challenge in his eyes. Defiantly, she rose and covered the few steps from her seat to his. Like it? Hah. She’d take her punishment stoically – and prove him wrong for once.

She stopped in front of his chair. “And if I don’t find it to myliking?”

“Then I will take you back to the palace and release you from your debt of spending the night out here with me.”

Talia inclined her head regally. “Very well.”

Trying desperately to hide how badly her legs were shaking, Talia lowered herself awkwardly over his lap. Kylar didn’t help. He sat motionless and allowed her to fidget and squirm until she positioned herself across his thighs with her head hanging down.

It seemed as though hours passed while she lay there, stiff and uncomfortable. Finally he spoke, with a note of firmness in his voice that made her pussy clench.

“Your skirt.”

She nearly ended it right there. Jumped up and demanded to be taken back to the palace. He was going to wring every drop of satisfaction from this conquest. But for the first time in her life, Talia put her stubborn pride aside.

Kylar had done what he said he could do. He’d won – and she’d lost. Though she’d sworn it couldn’t be done, he’d brought her to gratification. Not once, but over and over, until she cried out to the heavens. He’d asked nothing of her in return. Sought only to bring her pleasure, even after she’d been so defiant. She hated to admit it, but he’d earned the right to demand her submission.

Talia put her hands behind her back and gathered the fabric of her gown in her fingers. Slowly she drew it up until she felt the cool night air flowing over her bare bottom.

He made a low noise, deep in his chest, when he saw she was naked under the skirt. The wordless rumble vibrated through him, set off a tingling sensation where her body touched his. Talia felt a stirring against her mound and realized his cock had begun to swell.

She jerked at the touch of his hand, expecting a blast of pain. Instead, he stroked her bottom possessively. Intimately. When he finally gave her a swat, the sharpcrackof his palm on her bottom was as shocking as the spicy sting.

Kylar interspersed firm smacks on her ass with sensuous stroking. He strayed now and then to trace the crease between her buttocks with his finger, dipping it lower each time until she panted and wriggled on his lap. Then he smacked her again, just hard enough to stoke the fire building inside her.

He shifted his position and raised her bottom higher in the air so her feet left the ground. Nudging her legs apart, he slid his palm up the inside of her thigh and brushed his fingers over her dripping slit. She let out a tiny whimper.

“You’re wet.” His voice was low and rough. “Aching for me to do more. Spread your legs.” He slid one finger in then pulled it out and delivered a brisk swat. “Wider.”

Talia moaned and parted her legs obediently. “Good girl. Now don’t move.” He spanked her on each cheek, quick whacks then put his hand between her legs. Used his finger to build a hunger more fierce than anything she’d ever felt. He stopped, trapped one of her legs between his, and spread her thighs farther apart then plunged two fingers inside her. Talia shrieked, wiggling and twisting on his lap. A wild thrill coursed through her when she realized she was truly his captive. Helpless to resist. He could do whatever he wanted to her.

She gave up the struggle. Surrendered to the savage desire he’d roused in her. Rocked back and forth on his lap, moaning with pleasure while his fingers roamed. She rubbed her throbbing clit shamelessly against the hard bulge in his pants.

Kylar let out a groan. “I didn’t give you permission to do that. You’re being very naughty. I’ll have to spank you again for that. Later.”

He unfastened the buttons on the back of her dress, slid it off her shoulders and down to her waist. Then he turned her over to face him and impatiently shoved her gown down to puddle at his feet. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the fur-covered bed and laid her on it.

Eyes half closed, Talia watched him kick off the leather boots and strip off his shirt. Kylar’s chest gleamed in the firelight. When he stepped out of his trousers, she gasped. Talia never knew a man’s body could be so beautiful. Broad shoulders narrowed to slim hips and strong thighs. A double row of muscles rippled down his abdomen. His cock jutted out, thick and hard.

He looked down at her, eyes dark with desire. Then he knelt and cupped her breasts, one in each hand. “I’ve dreamed of caressing these to my heart’s delight.” He bent his head and licked one nipple. Drew it into his mouth and sucked.

A bolt of lightning shot straight to her clit. She cried out and instinctively gripped his head with both hands.

Kylar pulled back and gave her a wicked grin. “That’s what got you into this predicament. Clasp your hands together above your head – or I’ll roll you over and spank your ass again.”

Lost in a fog of lust, she was slow to process his words. Kylar twisted her body sideways and gave her a smack, hard enough to feed the flames building inside her. Stifling a cry, Talia wrapped the fingers of one hand around her other wrist and rested her arms above her head on the pile of furs.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the inside of her arm. Worked his way down to her armpit, licking and nibbling. Talia squirmed and bit her lip, trying to resist the impulse to grab his head again. She’d never known that part of her body held so many erogenous nerve endings.

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