Reluctant Surrender (28 page)

“Yes, but it’s a girl color,” she replied evenly.

“Conventions like that don’t apply here, Colin. Sometimes the girl in question is a guy. Now.” He came forward and adjusted her on the horse. “This is position one. Your knees are aligned with your hips. Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Whack!

He gave her a slightly harder hit than he normally would have for two reasons. First she was being flip. He didn’t like that. And second she was wearing jeans. If he hoped to get anything across to her, she needed to feel it a little. “All right?”

“Yes.”

She wasn’t flip anymore. He held the belt in one hand and shifted the rails forward with the other. Until her knees were tucked under her rib cage. “Take a deep breath, Colin, and let it out slowly.” When she did he told her, “Again.”

Whack!

“Did you feel the difference that time?”

“I did.”

She sounded so amazed he smiled. Because this next time was going to be an eye-opener for her. He kicked the front end of the horse down, ignoring her gasp, and locked it into place. “Put your hands here. Like this.” He showed her. “Very good. Now take a deep breath. You ready?”

When she nodded he used the thickest part of the belt across the full width of her ass. Landing it in such a way he knew she would enjoy some after twangs right through her center as she was spread and squashed up against the horse-spine.

Whack!

“Umm…” she half grunted, half groaned and his cock instantly filled with blood. She was perfect. A fucking wet dream.

“Up you get.” He helped her off the horse fast, before he was tempted to strip her naked and really play with her. “Are there any more things around here you want to check out?”

“I-I don’t know, exactly.”

The color of her cheeks and the glassy look in her eyes made him inwardly groan. She’d liked being on the horse. She’d liked it a lot.

“Feel free to roam. I’m going to sit over here while you explore.”

Better he do that than spoil her introduction into the dungeon. This was supposed to be a harmless show and tell. A meet and greet of some of the equipment. What the hell was he thinking to let her use any of it?

“Hey, it’s dark over there.”

He sat on the stone bench, resting his back against the wall as he spread his legs, for no other reason than to ease the huge hard-on he had at the moment. “It’s called the twilight zone.”

She walked over and stood on the threshold where the twelve-foot ceilings stopped and the eight-foot started. “It looks more like a cave.”

Ethan watched her through half-closed lids, waiting for her to examine her surroundings because once she did he knew she was going to have questions.

She squinted. “Are those eye-hooks in the ceiling?”

He adjusted his bulk down one side of his pant leg and answered, “Yes.”

“For…?” After a moment her eyes widened and she sounded like a kid saying
nuh-uh
when she asked, “Do people hang from the ceiling in here?”

The look on her face was priceless. “Colin, we’re not bats. If you mean is this where suspension play happens, that would be a yes.”

“Is that why the flooring is rubber?”

He nodded, although technically this wasn’t the truth. She was guessing the rubber was installed in case someone fell, but the truth was the rubber covered the floor for other reasons. Soap play, cream or Jell-O, but he wasn’t going to get into that with her right now. He settled back against the wall and closed his eyes, answering, “Maybe.”

“Ethan?”

“Hmm?”

“I was wondering about something.”

He was afraid of that. Opening his eyes, he saw her there. Standing in the shadows. No more than three feet in front of him. “Yes?”

“If I dropped down on all fours and crawled to you would you let me try something?”

She didn’t wait for him to answer. Truthfully he didn’t even know whether he would have. Now that she was heading his way at crotch height he was interested to see how far she would go with this.

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

He expected her to climb on his lap the second she made it to him, but she didn’t. Instead she came up between his legs and snuggled in. Lifting his shirt, she kissed and licked each ripple on his abdomen, rubbing her face against the wetness she created there.

She was like an artist. No thought or pretense, just pure talent as she moved over him and when she unbuttoned his fly, he held his breath. She wasn’t asking permission. She wasn’t giving him what she thought he wanted. She was doing what she wanted to do. With him. It was a wholly unique experience and he couldn’t say he didn’t like it.

Even when she lifted the hard length of him out of his jeans and boldly stared, which, without permission was disrespectful, he let her get away with it. He was too intrigued not to let her have her way. He thought she’d speak or comment on how he was shaved and yet, God help him, she didn’t. She stroked him. Petted him. Rubbed the side of her face against his length as if she’d found heaven.

“Colin?”

“Shh,” she said, opening her mouth and generously licking on him. “Please…”

That was the last coherent thing she said before she dove in and went to town. He found himself sinking against the wall as the beautiful suction of her mouth took him deep. She swallowed and laved. Rimming his tip with her tongue, biting and chewing before doing a wide-mouth free-fall over him. Opening her throat and letting him slide in good and tight. Until his stomach muscles clenched and his cock grew thicker, pressing against her tonsils.

This was no ordinary blowjob. He’d had enough to know that. She was orally fixated.

He buried his hands in her hair, careful not to mess with her rhythm, as he watched her enjoy what she was doing. It was as if the part of him above his waist was secondary. Not even connected as she made time and forged an intimate relationship with his dick. Swallowing. Licking. Worshiping. Until he had to get involved and the second he applied pressure in her hair he heard it. Her moan vibrated through him from the base of his cock to his tip. And when she groaned the tremble worked its way back from the tip to the base as she ate on him.

“Colin?”

Why he bothered to speak her name he didn’t know because she was too far gone to hear him. She was lost, and her being lost caused him to stray. Especially when she made another sexy sound and leaned back to push the tip of her tongue into the crease around his cock head. Circling. Over and over again she tortured him. His blood was thick, pounding beneath the surface of skin she made love to.

For many long moments he let her enjoy him. She seemed starved for it so he fed her. It wasn’t until she pressed herself against his leg, looking for her own relief that he knew they needed to move on.

With his hands buried in either side of her hair and a comfortable position on the bench he took over. “Suck me deep, Colin. That’s a good girl. Nice and deep.”

She moaned in pleasure and he nearly lost it. What a fucking mouth she had.

“Are you ready? I am, but you don’t have to swallow.”

His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when she groaned and did another free-fall right over his length, opening her throat and welcoming him deep, deep inside her. It was too much with her muscles clenching around him. Wanting him. Begging him. This was the key. She’d worshiped his dick without being trained or told.

“Fuck.”

Every muscle in his body tensed and when her head lolled from side to side, her mouth taking him, sucking him as if that’s all she’d ever lived for, he sat up straight and fucked her mouth. In and out he moved. Shifting. Penetrating. Using her the way she wanted to be used until he was ready to come. And then all coherent thought fled as the lure of her mouth became too much to bear. He anchored her, holding her flush to his groin as hot liquid pumped from his cock with his every heartbeat, while his muscles flexed, jerked and finally eased as he drained himself down her throat. “That’s my beautiful girl,” he whispered as she not only swallowed everything he had to give, but continued sucking until every last twinge left his body. “Very good.”

Gently he pulled himself out of her mouth. With his hand still in her hair he guided her until her head rested in his lap. He didn’t say anything. He just let her settle at his feet. He wanted her to get used to the position. To understand it. Because if he had his way, this is where she’d be more often than not.

She went to get up and he softly ordered, “No, Colin. Stay.”

When she did, his head fell back against the wall and he closed his eyes. Everything about this moment felt right. Good. Perfect. Even though he’d broken his one cardinal rule of no bareback play he knew it was okay. With her it would always be okay.

He sighed and absently massaged her scalp. Loving how she nuzzled against him. Her cheek heating his thigh as he thought about a future with her. He would have a future with her, that was a given because somewhere between the kale chips and the Kraken he’d fallen for her. She’d brought something into his life he’d been missing. She made things fun. Interesting. Challenging.

“Mmm…”

Oh, she was interesting all right. His eyes snapped open as he sat up straight. “Colin.”

“Uh-huh?”

“No.”

He couldn’t believe she had both hands wrapped around his swelling-by-the-second cock, ready to service him again.

“No?”

Those languid blue eyes looking up at him almost undid his decision to deny her. Steeling himself, he leaned back and said, “I want you to put my cock away. Like this.” He showed her and when she tried to angle his thick bulk down one way, he shook his head. “I prefer it resting this way.”

She nodded and did as he told her. Not stopping until his pants were done up and t-shirt was back in place.

“Colin?” She was kneeling in front of him. Her head was bowed and she hadn’t said anything, which was very unlike her. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

She didn’t look up. Only mumbled, “I made a fool of myself, didn’t I?”

“Come here.” He bent forward and pulled her up. Positioning her on his lap, he told her, “You were amazing.”

“I was?”

How she could be shocked by this he didn’t know, but he could tell she was. “Yes, but I have one word for you on the subject.” She waited expectantly. “Kraken.”

She looked so confused he chuckled and hugged her up. “If I let you play with my cock anytime you want to, the privilege will become commonplace and the experience will lose its specialness.” He put his forehead against her temple and repeated, “Kraken.”

She mouthed the word “wow” then said, “I wish I had as much self-control as you do. It must be awesome.”

“I’m glad you don’t. That’s one of the things I like best about you. I’m looking forward to testing my powers of persuasion on you.”

She pressed her temple against his forehead and admitted, “Okay, but don’t get your hopes up. Where you’re concerned I’m discovering I have very little willpower so as to you needing to do much persuading? I’m not thinking so.”

“I’m glad to hear that, baby girl. This last tapas scene is going to be difficult for you and the more you trust me, the easier it will be to get through it. Are you ready?”

Chapter Sixteen

Colin was awash with a mixture of fear and excitement. Fear because she knew he’d be taking her to the examination room and excitement because he’d asked her to trust him. She did trust him. She couldn’t help it. He was so calm. So patient and precise. He was the kind of person people wanted to be around and she was no exception.

“Jo told me not to.”

“Who’s Joe? And what did he tell you not to do?”

She thrilled hearing the flare of possessiveness in his tone. “It’s Josephine. She’s my BF and she told me not to trust you. Well, she actually told me not to come here at all. She said you were demented.”

Ethan let go of her hand as they reached the last door. “And you came anyway?”

“Sure. She’s a great friend, but she’s got issues. You know, with guys.”

“What kind of issues?”

“She’s mean to them.” She spied the arch of his brows and added, “Not to every guy. I mean, she’s looking in on Casper while I’m here. She might call him an old coot but she likes him. I know she does.”

Ethan turned and looked down at her. “You’re nervous.”

Rolling up on her tiptoes, she whispered, “How can you tell?”

He tapped his index finger under her chin. “You babble.”

She fell back on her heels and scrunched her nose at him. “I do?”

“Take a deep breath. Again. Now,” he said and opened the door, pulling her in, “I want you to get changed into this gown. Take everything off. Even your panties.”

She took one look at the material in her hands and gulped. “’K.”

He turned and scooped a small Dixie cup off the counter, handing it to her. “Here.”

“What is it?”

“Something to help you relax. Drink it.”

She looked down at the red liquid and then up at him.

“Trust me,” he said and she did. She slammed it back and hoped she wouldn’t live to regret this.

“Good girl.” Taking the cup from her, he crushed it and tossed it into a stainless steel wastepaper basket. “Once you’re changed, I want you to sit up on the examination table and wait for me. Don’t touch anything in this room, understood? No snooping. There are things in here that are dangerous, sharp,” he pointed to a small white ceramic pot, “and hot. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

She gulped again, only this time she almost choked on her tongue, which was stuck in terrified mode to the roof of her mouth. All she could hear echoing in her head was one word.
Hostage, hostage, hostage!

He tilted her chin up and stared into her worried eyes. “Trust me, Colin. It will be fun if you let it. Just be yourself. The way you’ve been all along.”

She thought she nodded. She couldn’t be sure. It wasn’t until she heard the door click closed that she remembered to breathe.

The gown. She had to change into the gown. What had he said? Take off everything. Right.