ReclaimedSurrender (12 page)

Oh yeah, that’s why. Rene had turned on the charm and rolled
out the authority. A lethal combination that made her weak in the knees and
sapped all her will. Not that she had much of the latter when he was like this.
Especially now that he’d collared her. The moment she heard the locking
mechanism snap into place she knew she was in trouble. Yup, that high
self-awareness was back only stronger than ever before and so was the constant
sexual tension. It was a steady flutter low in her belly, which occasionally
zapped down between her legs with a jolt. She was on edge. Primed. Attuned to
his voice and his movements.

“Yes, I’ve had enough.”

He nodded and placed his napkin on his plate. “Come here.”
Pushing out his chair, he patted his lap.

All it took was one glance at those strong thighs spread and
waiting for her and she melted. Involuntarily, the muscles between her legs
squeezed up tight and started aching. By the time she walked around the table
and settled on his lap she was wet and tingly and wishing right at the moment
that he hadn’t told her that story. Because now that he’d connected with the
submissive girl inside her, all she wanted to do was come out and play with
him.

“Lift your chin for me.”

She did and he bent down and kissed the medallion before he
kissed the side of her neck, her cheek and lips.

“Say thank you.”

She had no idea why she was saying it, but she didn’t deny
him the words. “Thank you.”

He pulled her in close and the comforting embrace filled her
with a contentment she hadn’t felt for a very long time.

“All settled?”

“Yes.”

“I like the weight of you in my arms.” He gave her a
squeeze. “Now, in a few minutes I’m going to take you upstairs for your quiet
time. I want to give you something to think about when you’re alone with your
thoughts. Are you ready to hear it?”

Alexis was sensitive to the tone of his voice. She’d been trained
to recognize the subtle shifts and change of rhythms when he quietly spoke to
her. The lowered octave indicated he was prepared to be the patient and loving
instructor who would explain the coming challenges that he’d expect her to
endure…for him. Already an excited apprehension began beating inside her
breast. “I’m ready.”

“Good girl. Now stay still and listen.”

He undid the tie around her waist and let it drop to the
floor. Without hesitating, he parted the heavy terry robe wide and exposed her
breasts. For several long minutes he did no more than that, leaving her open
and vulnerable to his stare. It warmed her to the core, arousing her enough
that she’d momentarily forgotten this was how he always prepared her before he
pushed her limits, but then he reminded her.

“I want to own every inch of you. Know every part of you.”
He dipped down and spoke softly into her ear, “Do you want to please me?”

She did. Her heart skipped a beat and she answered, “Yes.”

“It’s not going to be easy for you, but I promise after the
initial discomfort you’ll enjoy it. You’ll love it, Alexis, because you’ll know
you’ll be immeasurably pleasing me. You want that, don’t you? You want me to
have use of all of you. You’ve given me every part of you but that one and I
want that piece of you now. Tell me you’re ready to do this. Tell me you want
to please me this way. You do, don’t you?”

She licked her lips and had to fight the monumental urge she
had to slide her hand up his rock-hard chest and grab hold of his shoulder for
support. She couldn’t believe she was going to agree. She knew what would be
required and yet… “Yes.”

“Very good.” He took his time, stroking her puckered nipples
with a light but tantalizing touch until she closed her eyes and caught her
bottom lip between her teeth. The fluttering sensation low in her belly turned
to a pulsating wave that spread in liquid heat and drenched her panties.

“I’m going to explain to you how I’ll prepare you to please
me.” His breath was warm against her ear as his words sank through her to her
soul. “When I take you upstairs I’ll make you remove my robe. I want you
dressed in nothing but my collar when you lie on the bed. Not with your head to
the headboard. I want you to lie across the width of the bed. I want you
horizontal and lying on your tummy. Then I’m going to slide one of the feather
pillows under your hips so your bottom is propped up and ready. I want you to
try to stay on the pillow, do you understand?”

Her pulse galloped and blood rushed to her cheeks. “I—yes.”
Even though he’d told her to remain still she didn’t fight the urge she had to
turn her face into his chest and hide her blush.

“Hey, hey.”

She thought he was going to reprimand her for moving, but he
only hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up, saying, “You know
better than to be embarrassed with me. I know all your secrets, baby, but we
have to uncover more.” He caressed her jawline so reverently she thought she’d
be a complete ninny and start crying. As if he’d read her thoughts he said,
“You can cry, little one. It’s okay.”

She felt the telltale tremble on her lips and hated herself
for being such a coward. She’d just had her bottom walloped. Okay, walloped
might be overstating the matter because Rene hadn’t spanked her too hard—just
hard enough—and here she was worried about doing something hundreds of people
do every day? She couldn’t even explain the fear. Only to know that the first
time he’d suggested they try it, she’d said no and the longer she’d put it off
the more the idea frightened her. That’s why she’d put this on her “hard
limits” list. “I do want to please you.”

“I know.” He hugged her tight. “Are you listening?”

“Yes.”

“When you’re facedown on the bed, as I explained, I’m going
to get The Flirt. Do you remember what Ken told you about that?”

Her face burned against his chest as she remembered Ken’s
matter-of-fact description.
The flirt is a silicone butt plug. It’s good for
extended play or just as a primer.
Now she wished she’d taken the time to
qualify what he’d meant by “extended play”. “I remember.”

“Good. I’m going to be careful. Very careful, baby. I’ll use
plenty of lubricant to prepare you and when I slip it inside you I’ll go nice
and slow so you’ll feel the burn. I promise it will only get better with total
submission. That’s why I want you to welcome this intrusion and when you do,
I’ll tell you to relax and breathe. To accept it by easing every bit of tension
out of your body. If you complain I’ll remind you that you’re doing this for
me. You want to please me and that’s why you’re going to be a good girl and do
this. You’ll accept this, all the way in, until your inner muscles convulse and
close over it to keep it in place. Mmm…” he purred and gave her earlobe a tug
between his teeth. “That kind of innate suction really does it for me. I can’t
wait to feel you squeeze on me. My cock is burning right now, dying to get up
inside you this way.”

“Rene…” She was sinking into that wonderful comforting haze.

“What, baby?” He stroked her cheek, her neck and shoulder.
“Is this too much for you?”

She wanted to say yes. “No.”

“Okay, we’re almost done. Once I have this in you I want it
firmly in place so you can get used to the pressure. Used to this kind of
invasion. This kind of sex is personal and deep and I love it. Do you
understand?”

His voice had gone gruff, almost hoarse. The whisky-soaked
tone of it poured over her like an erotic caress. Every nerve ending in her
body was humming. “Yes.”

“Then when you’re just how I want you… When you have this
buried up inside you and you’re naked and lying on the bed with your ass in the
air and my collar around your neck you’re going to think of nothing else, but
how I own you. How I own every inch of you and to deny me any part of my own
property would be wrong. It would, wouldn’t it?”

She closed her eyes and nodded against his chest.

“Say it.”

Her voice sounded stronger than she felt. “I will deny you
nothing.”

“That pleases me.” He brushed his hand up and down her back.
The warmth of it seeped through the terrycloth, but it wasn’t his touch that
set her on fire. It was the approval in his tone that intoxicated her. “While
you’re waiting for me to end your quiet time I want you to think of how I’m
going to take you this way. How, after you’ve accommodated The Flirt in order
to experience the pressure and the unfamiliar intrusion, I’ll be expecting you
to accommodate me. I know because of my size this must frighten you, but you
shouldn’t be afraid. I’ll go very, very slow. You’ll remain facedown, your ass
in the air, while I spread your tingling cheeks.” He dipped down and kissed the
sensitive spot behind her ear, murmuring, “Your little bottom is tingling,
isn’t it?”

“Yes.” But she wasn’t sure if it was from the earlier
punishment or the visuals his words were inspiring.

“I’ll use plenty of oil. Lots of oil. It will be on you, in
you and all over my hands as I lie over you and slide my palms between the
mattress and your breasts. My touch will be slippery, but the good kind of
slippery, as my hands skate over your hardened nipples, down your stomach to
reach your belly before they eagerly dive right to the hottest, wettest part of
you where I won’t need any oil because you’ll be fully ready for me, won’t you,
Alex?”

He was driving her into that quiet and peaceful place.
Lulled by the tone of his voice and the strength of his arms locked around her,
she barely had the will to nod.

“I’ll slide into you, nice and slow. Easy. And you’ll beg
me, Alex. You’ll push that fine ass of yours into the air, into my pelvis in an
attempt to grind, all the while begging me to take you harder. To slam it in.
To fully claim the rest of my property so I can say that I’ve enjoyed every
part of what I own deeply and without restriction. You may cry, Alex, but those
will be tears of joy you shed because you’ve surrendered to me so beautifully
and made me happy.”

She took a steadying breath and clung to him.

“But first you have to ask me. You have to think up a nice
and polite little way to ask me to take you this way. You’ll have to tell me
why you so desperately want to be ridden like this. Why after all these years
this is your one and only desire today. Make it convincing, Alex. I must be
convinced or else I’ll deny you. You don’t want me to deny you, do you?”

Rene knew the second she hit sub-space. The energy in her
body shifted and her breath deepened. He cupped his hand under her chin and
lifted. Sure enough, her eyes were glassy, the pupils dilated and her cheeks
had the sexiest flush to them. “Should I deny you?”

“No. Please…”

“Please what, baby? What do you want?” She swayed against
him almost as if she were drunk, but he insisted. “I want you to think about
this, Alex. You have to ask or else I won’t do it. Do you understand?”

“Yes—no, please.”

He grasped her jaw tighter and made sure she was looking at
him. “Focus. Come on. Good girl. Do you understand you have to ask me nicely to
fuck you in the ass before I’ll do it?”

She shivered hard. “Yes.”

“Take your time thinking about the right words otherwise I
might deny you and you don’t want that, do you?”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“No, I don’t want that.”

He let go of her chin and whispered, “What do you want?”

“I—I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

Rene carried her to the top of the stairs because he knew
from experience she got clumsy and disoriented when she was like this. He waited
until he reached the guest bedroom door before he put her down.

“You go on in and wait for me by the side of the bed. I
won’t be—”

He was going to say “long”, but just then she dropped to her
knees. For a split second he feared she’d passed out. She hadn’t. Instead she
grabbed hold of his right thigh and wrapped her arms around it, pressing her
cheek against a spot close to his groin, and begged.

“Please don’t deny me your bed. Please, Master, I’ll do
anything. Anything for the returned privilege. I swear.”

The sight of her on her knees with the bulk of his white
terry robe puddled behind her like the cape of a dethroned queen stroked him
fiercely. He hadn’t intended to bring her to his bed right now. He was going to
wait until later, when he had her writhing and begging for his slightest touch,
but this was more poignant. More powerful and fulfilling than any sex-fueled
and panted-out words between them could be.

She’d never called him Master. Not once in all the years
they’d been together. Not in the thick of a heavy scene, not when she’d been on
the verge of crumbling in his hands had that coveted title ever passed between
her lips. He’d always hoped. Always secretly wanted her to gift him this way.
So to say that he was surprised and pleased by this would have been
understating the matter entirely. He hesitated. Momentarily at a loss because
he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Instead he decided to make sure she knew
what she was doing. That she understood what she was saying. Offering. Giving.
Surrendering.

“Ask me nicely.”

Her hands tightened on his thigh. She readjusted and his
body instantly reacted. He was hard, hot and ready to burst until she spoke.
Then he ignored the rage of lust that clawed at him from the inside out. He
remained completely still and listened to his kind of perfection.

“Please, Master. Allow me the privilege of sharing your bed.
I beg you.”

“Stand up.” His voice was gruff with emotion. He couldn’t
help it. The idea that she’d fully embraced him like this, finally accepted him
this way was overwhelming.

He was in the process of slipping the robe from her
shoulders, getting ready to tell her she was welcome, when he spied his collar
on her and his rapid thoughts derailed in an instant. Was she prepared to
accept him as Master for just the one week because she thought she had to now
that she wore his silver? He let go of the robe and it landed on the floor. His
disappointment was a physical and crushing weight in his chest.