Page 70 of Surrender

I moan into the kiss, and sigh in disappointment when he pulls away. “Borrow? Daddy, you’re going to buy me a whole new wardrobe!”

“Mm, I am, and I’m going to pick every single article of clothing for you to wear.” His smile turns wicked. “Every. Single. Piece.”

I shiver, already imagining him dressing me to his tastes. That sounds very, very good. “I think you should whip me, Daddy,” I mumble, mouthing along his neck. His beard scratches against my skin. “And mark me all over.”

“I think I should too,” he murmurs back, running his fingers through my hair. “I think I should tattoo my name into your flesh—or maybe carve it in myself. What do you think about that, little fox?”

I groan loudly and grind my cock against his thigh. “Yes, please.” Marked forever, so he can’t ever throw me away—so I’ll always have a reminder that he doesn’t think I’m lesser, undesired, the second choice.

“Mm, I thought you might like that idea.” He pulls me closer by the hair, his fingers tightening in the strands. “I do too. Then you can never, ever even think about leaving me. You’ll always see the reminder that I own you.”

I nod quickly. “Yes, please. I want that. I…” I rest my head against his shoulder and hide my face from him. My throat goes dry when I think about all the things I want to say, all the feelings I have whenever I’m near him. “I…” Fuck. I can’t get the words out. “Thank you,” I say instead.

Cristiano doesn’t relax his grip, keeping me there against his shoulder. “You don’t have to thank me. If anything, you should be begging me to let you go before it’s too late.” He lets out a laugh as his arm comes around my waist, keeping me locked in place next to him. “Never mind. It’s already too late.”

He’s the only person who ever wanted to keep me, though. Not that I was looking, but none of the men I’ve fucked ever wanted more than a single night. None of them ever treated me like Cristiano treats me.

“So, are we actually going to fuck, or are we just going to stand around like idiots?” I ask with a nervous laugh.

“Mm,” he says noncommittally. “I’m enjoying holding you. It’s not always about the fucking, Fox.” He pulls my head back, though, and looks at me. “But I do think we both deserve a nice fuck after today. Don’t you?”

“Yes. Please. I didn’t even shoot Silvano, even though I really, really wanted to.” I grin up at him, even though his intense gaze makes me want to hide again. I know I’m not actually shy, but something about how he’s looking at me is making me flush.

“You shot the man who was going to shoot me, you didn’t shoot Silvano, you got evidence of Peter’s betrayal for me to use to anyone who tries to blame me,” Cristiano muses. “I think you deserve to be tied to the bed and whipped, yes.”

The anticipation of that delicious pain has me shivering and my cock twitching. “Please,” I repeat, finally stepping back enough so that we might be able to get to the bedroom. I hold his hand the entire way there, though, and it’s strange that such a simple gesture feels more intimate than all the sex we’ve already had.

He squeezes my hand when we get there, only to say, “Get on the bed, Fox. Face down, ass up. As much as I want to see your face, I want to take care of your other needs first.”

“Should I take all my clothes off first?” I ask cheekily, my hands already on my shirt.

“Unless you want them ripped or cut off…” He trails off, his voice going rough. “You don’t need those clothes anyway, do you? You don’t need clothes at all unless I give them to you.”

“I might need clothes sometimes,” I say as I strip. “Unless you want me to shoot people while I’m naked. I’d be giving everybody quite the show. I’d probably stand out more if I was preparing to take somebody out while naked. ‘Officer, it was a nude redhead! It was definitely his natural hair color!’”

Cristiano growls. “No one gets to see you naked except me. No one. I’ll gouge their eyes out if they ever even think about looking at you. You understand me, Fox? I don’t think you get just how deeply you belong to me yet.”

I laugh and flop onto the bed, fully naked. “Yeah? Well, you might need to remind me. Tie me up, make sure I can’t go wandering off and giving anybody else wank fodder.”

He’s on me more quickly than I’d have thought, grabbing one of my wrists and binding it to the bed with straps that were already there. “I’ll keep you tied up,” he says. “I’ll chain you to my bed so no one else ever sees you again. You think I’m lying, Fox? You want to keep taunting me?”

Yes, I definitely do. I want to see him lose control and really show me the depths of his feelings. I want to hurt all over and know that every one of those bruises is his. “Daddy, please,” I groan, lifting my ass up and wiggling it for him.

He circles around the bed, grabbing my other wrist hard enough to bruise and securing that as well. “I’m going to bind your legs, too. Not because I have to—because I know you’re my good boy and you’ll take whatever I give you—but because I want to.”

Good boy.

I grit my teeth and try to ignore it. “I’ll take whatever you give,” I agree, although I’m not as relaxed as I was before.

It’s fucking stupid. I know they’re just words. But every time I hear them, I have Corbin in my ears, telling me how bad I am, how worthless, how trash, that I’m the reject.

“I know you will,” Cristiano says. “You’ll take any and everything, even if you hate it. Just like you hate me calling you ‘good boy,’ but you’re going to take it anyway because you are. You’re perfect, and you’re going to deal with me telling you that in between every lash of the whip.” He grabs my ankle and secures that to the bed too.

“Wait,” I protest, pulling at the restraints. My breathing gets faster. “You said you were going to whip me. Just that. It was a good day. We don’t have to ruin it.”

He gets my other ankle tied down before I can kick at him. “I’m not ruining it,” he says calmly. “I’m going to whip you, and I’m going to get you to tell me you’re my good boy, because you need to say it. You need to believe it. Do you understand me?”

“No,” I answer mulishly, shaking my head. I’m suddenly extra glad that he has me face down on the bed. “We don’t need to bother with that bit. Just be aggressive the way I know you can be. We’ll both enjoy that.”

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