ReclaimedSurrender (15 page)

“Christ, I’d love to fuck you right now.” He shifted and
took her hardened nipple into his mouth. He drew it in onto his tongue and
softly sucked. Licking her once, twice and then settled in to nurse for many
long minutes. Doing nothing more than applying a heavy suction as if he wanted
to drink from her, until she writhed and shifted and pulled at the restraints.

“Please, Master, fuck me.”

He gave her one last lick and leaned up on elbow. “As I
said, I’d love to fuck you, Alex. I’d love to ram my thick, hard cock right
up,” he cupped her pussy and pushed in hard, “here, but we have a problem.”

He watched her try to stay focused, this made harder because
he kept applying pressure against her clit.

“You forgot to buy condoms when you went to the pharmacy
today.”

Now she was focusing. “Th-they weren’t on the list.”

He leaned down and ravaged her neck. All the while working
her clit in gentle, petting strokes. “It doesn’t matter, does it? On the list
or not? We don’t have one for me to wear, do we?”

He slipped two fingers into her and ruthlessly went after
her G-spot. Purposely working the treasure as he’d never worked it before,
until she was right on the edge. So close that her breath caught in her throat
and her muscles gave a telltale little jerk. That’s when he stopped.

“No coming. Not until I tell you.”

She squirmed and brought her hips up off the mattress.
“Please, fuck me. Don’t stop. Please.”

He didn’t do anything. Didn’t say anything. He just waited
until she figured it out.

“Master! Please, Master.”

“Do you like this?” He wrapped a hand around her breast and
this time when he bent to suck on her, he did it hard, as if he wanted to
create a hickey. Only he didn’t let up. He just kept at it until her sexy
little gasps ran one into the other.

“How about this?” he rasped, breaking from her just long
enough to slide his hand down the center of her torso, her belly to her slit.
Then he went in for the kill. Three fingers right up tight.

“Ooh God!”

He stopped sucking and pumping until…

“Master! Master. Master.”

He kept up the dual torture. Ignoring his own raging needs
and when he heard that breathy little catch in her throat he broke suction and
growled. “No coming. I mean it, Alex.” He felt her inner muscles ready to bear
down. “Stop.” And she did. He knew it the second she started panting. She was
working off the need, breathing deep, so he eased out of her. “Very good.”

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t.” She bit her lip and
turned her head aside.

He leaned partway over her. “If you want to stop, say the
word. Say that one word and I’ll stop right now.”

“S-stop?” She turned back and looked up at him, but her eyes
weren’t fully focused. “I need you inside me. Please.” She closed her eyes and
pivoted her hips up toward the ceiling. “Master. I’ll do anything.”

“I’m sure you would, kitten,” He tucked a chunk of her hair
behind her ear. “But we don’t have a condom, remember?” He kissed the side of
her face, her shoulder, her one breast and was just about to kiss her other
when he paused, hearing her cry.

“I don’t care. I want you inside me. Fuck me now.”

He dropped his forehead against her trembling breast and
sighed. He should have known this last lesson was going to be the easiest. Alex
had always been a sucker for restraints. She had absolutely no self-control
when she was tied down.

“No.”

Alexis couldn’t believe that he was denying her and the more
he did the harder she begged for it. Pleaded. Until she was saying things,
promising things she never wanted to promise him.

She swore she’d have his child. His children. She’d have as
many as he wanted if only he’d fuck her now.

Lord in heaven, he was back at her G-spot, tapping and
stroking and rubbing until she cried. He was also sucking on her breasts where
she knew he was making marks. He told her he was and that only made her want to
get him inside her all the more.

Her teeth started to chatter and the familiar staccato
entranced her. From a distance she heard his voice but couldn’t comprehend the
words. She felt his hand stroke her cheek, his fist in her hair just before he
tugged. She thought she moaned as an electric jolt of pleasure sizzled between
her legs and then he was finally, gloriously on top of her. Filling her.
Pounding into her with force that grounded her and sent her into flight. One
part of her was beneath him. Absorbing his power. Reveling in it, while another
part of her had let go and floated above them. That piece of her that needed to
escape into that quiet and peaceful place that nourished her. She closed her
eyes and drifted. Imagining she could not only hear but see the very molecules
that made up her breath. That’s how close she felt to perfection at this
moment. How wonderful until…

She heard her Master’s voice. The deep and commanding tones
washed over her. Bathing her in a renewed sense of self. It forced her to open
up. To listen. And when she did she knew without a doubt there was nothing more
wonderful in the world he created for her than him.

“Master…”

“I’m here, baby. Be a good girl.” He was easing into her
with deep, tantalizing strokes. “Tense up on the restrains. Pull hard and
exhaust your muscles. Do it. Come on. Focus.”

She did as he asked and pulled with all her might, while he
increased his rhythm.

“Harder, Alex.”

She held on and her arms and legs shook from the effort.

“Keep going. A little longer.”

He cupped her ass and ground into her, over and over again.

“I need— Oh, God!” Her whole body quaked. “I can’t hold on.
I can’t—”

“Let go, baby.”

She did with a scream because the orgasm that ripped through
her the second her straining muscles let go literally took her breath away. She
felt the violent tremor relay through her, heating her up, cooling her down.
Easing her and firing her blood anew as she gasped for breath and shook from
the inside out.

“Thank me,” he rasped. His eyes were dark and intense.
Burning. While he moved inside her. Pulling back to watch himself slide in and
out of her.

“Th-thank you, Master.”

He paused mid-pump and his head tilted to one side as he
stared down at her. It was a silent moment. Fraught with all kinds of things
she couldn’t name, but then she didn’t have to because he slammed into her,
grinding hard one last, heart-stopping time. He held that powerful position as
he came inside her.

Rene undid the restraints before he went to see to himself.
He didn’t like leaving her too long after such a heated and intense exchange so
he hurried. By the time he got back she was curled in a ball in the center of
the mattress.

He snatched his shirt off the chair and stalked to their
bed. “Come here, kitten.”

He climbed in and turned her, pulling her into his arms. She
was shaking and cold. “Here.” He pressed the front of her into his warmth and
covered the back of her with his shirt. “Your nose feels like an ice cube.”

The way she blissfully rubbed this against him, inhaling
deeply on his skin, brought to mind how she’d reacted to his t-shirt today. The
one he’d doused in their special cologne and his balls filled with liquid heat.
The sight of her naked, rolling on his bed, breathing him in… What a fucking
turn-on.

“I-I’m s-sorry.”

“There’s no need for that. Let’s get you warm.”

He wrapped her more tightly into his embrace and rocked her.
“Nice and warm.” He thought she might have fallen asleep for a time, but that
didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that she was safe. She was in his
arms, reveling in his care and comfort. He may have dozed off for a moment or
two himself, so he didn’t know what time it was when she finally spoke.

“Rene?”

“Yes?”

“You used a condom.”

He smiled into her hair and sighed. “Of course I did.”

“But I thought…”

“What you think and what actually happens are sometimes two
different things. I would never. Never. Knowingly do anything to cause you harm
or go against what you truly want. I hope you know that.” Her nose was warm now
and when she pressed it against his neck he gave her a squeeze.

She squeezed him back. “Yes, I do. I just don’t know why I
said what I did that night. But I do know…” She took a steadying breath and let
it out slowly. “I do know you could have
enticed
me to do a whole pile
of things if you wanted to because you have that kind of power over me. I just
never realized until now that the power you have over me is what holds you back
from using it to your advantage. It’s a real Catch 22, isn’t it?”

He was hard all over again. Damn, there was nothing sexier
than a woman with an excellent mind. “Yes, it’s fucking hell.”

She laughed and the husky sound made his balls tighten.
Before he had her flat on her back again he said, “I think we should get you
dressed so you can find something in this house for us to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Alex, you know how I feel about you skipping meals.”

She rubbed her cheek against his nipple and grumbled,
“Um-kay.” After a pause she asked, “Rene?”

“Hmm?”

“I want to tell you something.”

“I’m listening.” He didn’t mean to invoke the tone he did. The
one that said, “spit it out or else”. He couldn’t help his knee-jerk reaction
as she sounded as if she were going to tell him something she knew he wasn’t
going to like.

“I-I…” She was tense for a moment and then eased when she
let out a shaky breath. “I, ah, meant what I said, you know, earlier while we
were—”

Rene went completely still. Was she going to admit in this
quiet and clear moment that she’d fully accepted him as Master for life?
Nothing would plea—

“Playing. I’ll have your child.”

He exhaled and closed his eyes. The other was too much to
hope for. “I’m glad.”

She came up on elbow and said, “You don’t sound glad.”

He opened his eyes. “I’m glad, I’m just not surprised.”

She scrunched her nose. “Really? Even after I told you I
didn’t want children?”

“No.” He tapped a finger on the tip of her nose and grinned.
“After you told me why you didn’t want a child.”

“Oh.” She flopped down beside him and he saw her wheels spin
and then skid to a resounding halt. “There are other reasons I don’t want to
get pregnant, besides what I told you.”

“Tell me.”

She squeezed her eyes closed as if she was dreading having
to come out with it.

“Come on, Alex. No secrets. Tell me.”

“Motherhood is sacred.”

He blinked. “Yes.”

She shifted her head to look at him. “That’s it.”

“What’s it?” Had he missed something? He thought about what
she said, how he replied and was totally confused. “You’re going to have to
give me more than that.”

She leaned in to whisper as if there were other people in
the room who would hear what she had to say. “I can’t be,” her eyebrows popped
up suggestively twice before finishing in a rush, “dirty.”

“Ahh, I see—”

“You can’t either.”

“What?”

“Fatherhood is sacred too, you know.”

“I know this should go without saying, but how does one
become a father of more than one child if one is too sacred to be dirty?”

She rolled her eyes. “Gee, I didn’t say we had to be
celibate or anything. I just won’t be able to strip naked for you whenever you
want. I won’t be able to sink to my knees and suck your dick whenever you want
me to. You won’t be able to put me over your knee and spank me because I won’t
be able to make noise or anything.”

His mouth went dry thinking about doing all those things to
her now. “No noise. Why, because we’d wake the baby?”

“Yes, but noise is the least offensive obstacle we’d face
continuing to enjoy our special rituals. Think about it. Our child toddles into
your study one peaceful afternoon and finds his mother under the desk giving
daddy a blowjob while good old dad’s on a conference call with his high-powered
executives.”

He pursed his lips and pretended to give the matter thought.
“I do love it when you do that.”

She slapped his arm playfully. “I’m not kidding. This is
serious. It’s a problem with me. You’ve had nearly two decades to explore your
kink. I’m coming up for five years and really? Those first two were, well,
trying for both of us, and the last three since we’ve been married they’ve
been…”

“Tame?” he offered.

“Unpredictable,” she said.

He wanted to be shocked, angry or outraged, but when he
thought about it, maybe she was right, as he considered the highs and lows. No
constant. He believed that submissive women needed strict guidance and control
and in this, he’d failed her. Didn’t an unpunished girl feel neglected? He’d
neglected Alex until today.
I’m mad because it’s taken you this long to pay
attention to me.
Her earlier words echoed in his mind. With a deep breath
he realized he’d gone into this marriage putting her on a pedestal when all she
really wanted—needed—was for him to put her on her knees.

“Hmm…I was going for edgy vanilla, but I know that’s not
possible because every bone in my body aches to make you do the dirty things
you want to do, but can’t bring yourself to do on your own.”

“I never thought of it that way.”

“Does that surprise you? It shouldn’t.” He turned and looked
at her. “I know you want these things, baby. I know how badly you need them. I
also know you need me to make you do them. You said I forced you to find the
you
you couldn’t find yourself. I believe that and now that I have a hold of her
I’m never letting her go. Marriage, career or motherhood, she doesn’t get to
leave me out of fear. Do you understand?”

Her eyes dropped to his chest and she flushed prettily.
“Yes.”

“Yes what, little one?”

“Master.”

He was going to make certain that every time he went into
Dom mode over the next few days she’d address him this way as often as
possible. He didn’t have months to condition a response from her and with this,
he wouldn’t have tried. If she was going to open up and accept the truth of
their relationship for the long haul, she’d have to do it on her own. That
said, there was nothing underhanded by showing her how natural this transition
could be.

“Very good. You have to trust me. I know there will be
adjustments to be made. I’ve already taken some of these into account. When the
time comes and we do start a family, we’ll have our own place to play. Not far
from here. Wentworth is only two miles up the road.”

“Wentworth Towers?”

“Yes.” He pulled her chin up. “We own a unit on the top
floor. Although the view is nice, that’s not why we’ll be going there. I’m also
going to warn you now. There are certain kinks I suspect I have that will fall
nicely in line with you being pregnant. So, your motherhood is sacred theory? I
may have to blow it out of the water.”

Her mouth made a wordless O and he traced those bowed lips
with his fingers. “Speaking of blowing.” He loved how beautifully her eyes
darkened. “It drives me crazy when you look at me like that.” He continued
caressing her bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock in my mouth,” she whispered. Leaning in,
she pressed those pillow-soft lips against his shoulder, chest and then nipple.
When she sucked it in, he lay back against the mattress.

“Your mouth is amazing.” He fisted a hand in her hair and
forced her down. “Wrap it around my cock. Nice and tight.” He grunted. “That’s
it. Beautiful.” He closed his eyes and sighed. Feeling truly at peace for the
first time in months.

* * * * *

Alex stared at the Scrabble board for a second and burst out
laughing. “That is
so
not a word.”

Rene grinned. The action making him even more gorgeous. He
was totally relaxed, stretched out on his side on the floor and lying with one
ankle crossed over the other. A dark lock of his hair fell over his forehead
and he didn’t brush it aside. “Challenge me.”

Damn, he was good. His eyes were twinkling. With what?
Pleasure that he was going to win another challenge or deviltry because he’d
managed to intimidate her into accepting his stupid made-up or misspelled word?

Decision time. There were only a few tiles left and she
really wanted to win.

“N-O-W. Snow,” she announced, stuffing a hunk of hair behind
her ear. “That’s a double letter under the O.”

Rene took his time adding the amount to her score and shook
his head. “Finally. You put a word down that’s longer than three letters.”

She scowled and he laughed. “It’s true. But then,” he bent
over the board and examined the newest addition, “I probably wouldn’t go so far
as to credit it as a four-letter word because you really only put three tiles
down. Oh, and can you use ‘insiler’ in a sentence?”

“You made that up, didn’t you?”

He leaned back and his grin deepened. “You should have
challenged me.”

“You are heartless to take advantage of my deplorable
spelling the way you do. We’re out of tiles.”

“Spelling?”

“Yes. I guess that’s not how you spell ‘insular’, huh?”

He feigned a shudder. “No.” Without a blink he put down his
next word that used every one of his tiles. “I’m out and I do believe that
means I won.”