Unbound Surrender (6 page)

“I will talk to you the whole time. Focus on the sound of my voice.”

That was easy to do. His tenor could be relentless, but it could also be a lifeline. She’d rarely relied on his voice before, and she appreciated that he knew that she needed his emotional reassurance.

In the mirror she could see him gather the blindfold in his right hand.

She couldn’t speak, but she knew her wide-eyed gaze said volumes.

“You can do it,” he said.

She nodded.

He placed the blindfold over her eyes and she felt a momentary burst of panic.

 
“Breathe,” he told her.

She did, fighting back the panic.

He traced her spine with his fingers, and he gently tugged on the clamps. The sensory deprivation seemed to heighten her other senses, and the feel of his fingers on her bare skin ignited her passion. The tug on the clamps was magnified.

“You’re managing beautifully,” he told her.

She was aware of the whispered air from the heater warming her cool skin.

“Now that I’ve got you where I want you…” He laughed.

Her stomach muscles clenched with a tendril of fear.

“I’m going to make you come again and again.”

He skimmed a hand over her buttocks, then she felt him spread her arse cheeks.

“You’re wet, sub.”

She nodded.

Then he licked her. She cried out, the sound muffled by her gag.

“Where shall I start? Spanking your buttocks?”

She froze. When he delivered a sensual spanking, there was nothing better.

“Maybe with a paddle?”

 
She shook her head.

“Or maybe with my hand?”

She nodded.

Funny, even though she was bound, hooded and gagged, she could still communicate with him.

“My hand it is. A dozen? Like yesterday?”

Frantically she shook her head.

“Maybe a half dozen?” he guessed.

She exhaled a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

“Six it is, then,” he said.

He rubbed her buttocks vigorously, to bring blood flow to them, she imagined, to make the spanking all that much better.

He landed a solid smack vertically on her right buttock. She moaned. He gently kissed the tender area. She was going to come undone.

His second spank landed on her left buttock, and then he rubbed both of the tender areas.

“How about a third?” But instead of spanking her, he teased her clit into full arousal.

She couldn’t take it.
Couldn’t
.

He must have moved positions since the next slap landed vertically, across both of cheeks.

Then he was kissing away the hurt. He spread her cheeks again, and he tongued her rear entrance.

She shuddered. He’d never done that before, and the feel of his tongue rimming her made her insides light on fire. He probed deeper with his tongue and she thrust backwards, seeking more.

“Greedy sub,” he said before entering her again.

She was nearly ready to come, but she hadn’t thought enough ahead to ask whether she was allowed to climax during the scene. If she came without his permission, she would be punished. But she couldn’t ask with a gag in her mouth. She writhed and shook her head back and forth, clenching her buttocks, all trying desperately to let him know how close to the edge she was. Her nipples throbbed, her arse cheeks stung, her pussy was slick with her own juices.

She felt a finger replace his mouth. He pushed in and out of her anus, then he sucked on her clit.

Good God!

Then he pulled out entirely.

She was panting, overwhelmed with physical sensation.

“I think you are only halfway through your spanking. Shall I continue?”

She made an unintelligible sound. Even she wasn’t sure whether it was supposed to be a yes or a no.

“Jess?”

Jess
. He’d called her Jess. Tears unaccountably stung her eyes. She’d been a fool to leave him. And if he sent her away after this, she wasn’t sure she could survive it.

“Shall we continue?” he asked again.

She nodded. She wanted the spanking to be over. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to be in his arms, wanted to apologise, tell him what an idiot she’d been.

He repeated the exact pattern he had previously, landing a swat on her right cheek, then her left. The final spank seared her skin. She screamed into her gag. The intensity of the blow shoved her towards the ragged knife edge of orgasm.

Then he was between her legs again, licking her cunt, fucking her ass with two fingers.

She tried to breathe deep, tried to think about anything but where she was and what he was doing to her, but when she felt his cock at her entrance, she thrust back as far as the cuffs allowed, silently demanding he take her hard.

He did.

His first thrust was solid and deep, his cock filling her completely. Peripherally she was aware they weren’t skin-to-skin. He’d taken the time to make sure they were both protected.

He pulled out fully, then sank all the way back in. She found a rhythm that matched him, and he continued to fill her.

He found her G-spot and she screamed as she came.

There was liberation in her gag. She could scream all she wanted, and she barely made a noise.

“Did my naughty sub just come?”

Helplessly, she nodded.

“Good girl.”

His approval made the second orgasm crash over her only seconds later. She’d been so hungry for him. Part of her, deep inside, had known it. That was probably why she’d never connected with another man. For her, there was only Stephen. Her Master.

His strong fingers held her by the hips as he repeatedly thrust. “I want you to come again,” he told her. “Now.” He pulled her hips back then he drove forward hard into her willing pussy.

Lost, surrendered, she climaxed.

Her body was drenched with sweat, her face covered with tears. She’d never experienced anything like this before.

She was hardly aware of what was going on until bright light made her blink.

“You back with me?” He was crouched in front of her, naked, his cock still turgid. “I think you survived your first blindfolding and gagging.”

Suddenly she hoped it wasn’t her last.

He removed the hood and the cool air felt good. Next he loosened the gag and drew it from her mouth. He smoothed back her hair as she tried to make her jaw work again after being stretched so unnaturally.

“You did well.”

She swallowed deep. Her tongue seemed too big for her mouth.

“Stay in place for a minute.”

As if she could move.

He released her wrists and then the clamps. Blood rushed back into her compressed nipples. She gasped.

The pain receded by slow measures. He was there, helping her from the bench. Before all the circuits in her brain were fully engaged, he had her against the wall, hands above her head, crossed at the wrist and imprisoned in one of his hands.

“I want to look at you as I fuck you.”

She looked up at him. With the pad of his thumb he wiped away her tears.

“Bad tears?”

“Good ones.”

He thrust up, filling her. She rose onto her tiptoes to accommodate his length. Her pussy clenched around him. This man filled her, completed her.

He took her mouth in a stunning kiss that claimed her completely. She willingly gave everything she had to offer, meeting his tongue in a simulated fuck, offering her body.

He kept his gaze on hers; she forced herself to keep her eyes open, wanting that connection.

After she orgasmed again, he sought his own release, driving upwards and making her gasp.

She felt the intensity of his ejaculation. He groaned in a thoroughly heady, masculine way.

Before she was prepared, he withdrew.

She blinked in confusion.

“Get dressed,” he told her. “Meet me in my office in five minutes.”

“But—”

“Five minutes.” His eyes were dark and unreadable, the way they had been when she’d removed her collar.

Stunned, she watched him discard the condom in the rubbish and pull on his clothes.

And he wanted her to dress, as well.

The door behind him closed quietly, anticlimactically.

She forced herself to stand upright when all she really wanted was to sink onto the floor. She’d realised something in being pushed past her limits, she was shattered. She loved Stephen Duvall. And she’d never stopped.

Chapter Five

He was sitting behind his desk and he looked up when she knocked. Lord and master of all he surveyed.

She slowly entered his domain, somewhere she had never been entirely comfortable, despite their months of marriage. He came in here to work and he had always made her welcome, but she figured he’d return to her quicker without constant interruptions.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, kneeling.

“Sit there.” He indicated a sturdy leather chair across from him.

He didn’t want her kneeling? She crossed to the intimidating chair in front of his large desk and perched on the edge of the seat, nervous and unsure. “What did I do wrong?”

“You did everything right. Everything perfect.”

She folded her hands in her lap and waited.

“You did everything you should have done two years ago. You asked me to push your boundaries. I did. You excelled. Lesson learnt. You achieved what you set out to accomplish, and our time here is through. Go back to your life, Jessica, find another man. Be happy.”

“You’re done? We’re done? Just like that?” Her heart was lodged in her throat, feeling like it would strangle her.

“I can’t let you back in my life, Jessica, to fuck with my head again. You’re a natural sub—”

“Not true,” she interjected. “I am natural with you. I only want you to master me.”

“It’s too late.”

“Why?”

“I’ll be blunt. I will not allow any woman, especially you, to come into my life and use me to play a game with herself. You had something to prove and you proved it. Two years ago, you made a decision to turn your back on our life together. You can live with that decision.”

She battled her hurt. She was tempted to just leave like he said he wanted. But damn it, if he didn’t care for her, he wouldn’t have that temper simmering under the surface. When they’d first started having scenes, he had been nonchalant. She suspected he had a few different women he played with at the time, and she’d suspected any of them had been interchangeable. Until they’d fallen in love.

“I’ll ring for a car.”

“The fuck you will,” she said, coming to her feet. “We will talk about this.”

“You had your opportunity.” He picked up a pen and rolled it between his thumb and fingers.

“Fine. I have a few things I’m going to say.” She placed her hands on top of his glistening desk and leant forward, not giving a rip that she was going to leave handprints all over the surface. “I ran because I was a coward and because I didn’t know how to talk with you. I thought it was easier to flee than face my own fears and you. And I was wrong.”

Jessica took a breath and more quietly added. “I loved you then. I love you now. I’m here of my own free will, asking for another chance. There’s no collar, no wedding ring, nothing to make me stay, to stake your claim on me, nothing except…” She drew a breath to steady her nerves. She was fighting for everything she wanted and needed. And damn it, he’d been as into their scenes as she had. No one could fake the way he’d taken her against the wall. That wasn’t restrained. It was passion, pure and raw. “Nothing except what I feel. I love you, Stephen Duvall.
Master.”

“Are you finished?”

“No.”

His brows raised.

“You’re being a coward now like I was back then. You’re not indifferent to me and you can’t pretend you are. If you want me to leave, you’ll have to kick me out because I’m not going to be the one to turn my tail and run.” She paused. Suddenly she was out of steam. “Now I’m done.”

“Sit down.”

She blinked. At least he hadn’t kicked her out yet.

“Did you call me a coward?”

“Uhm.” She licked her lower lip. “Yes. I did. Sir.”
Shit.
That may not have been one of her brighter moves. But if he was sending her away, it made no difference. “Why do you want me to go?” In for a penny, in for a pound. “Because you liked what happened between us? Because you’re afraid of letting me back under your skin? Because you don’t want to be hurt again? Life doesn’t come with guarantees, Stephen, you know that from your business. It’s risky, and sometimes you don’t win. I’ve seen your pain when you lose clients. I’ve seen your anguish when you lose employees. But you do it anyway.”