Ultimate Surrender: The Surrender Series, Book 2 (11 page)

Pulling his fingers from her sex, he sucked them clean on a moan. “Fuck, I knew you’d taste like candy.”

A whimper slipped free from her throat and she closed her eyes, turning her face to the side.

“No, Natalie.” He bit her thigh hard enough to make her gasp, and her gaze met his as he stared at her. Releasing her flesh, he licked it again over the bite and she gasped as a tremor raced through every muscle of her body. “You’re not hiding from me. Not tonight. You’re going to watch me make you come.” He licked his fingers clean again and then added a third one as he held her stare. “I’m not going to miss one emotion or one ounce of pleasure that I can wring out of you for the next few hours.”

“Hours?” she asked on a whisper of air.

“Hours. I’ve learned a few things from that first time.” He brushed his thumb across her clit and her back arched. Her eyes closed again but she didn’t know it until his teeth sank into the flesh of her other thigh.

“Fuck,” she cursed as she willed her eyelids to open and pegged him with her gaze again.

“Eyes on me. All the time.” Licking her juices from his fingers, he groaned. “You keep getting wetter every time I bite you.” Sliding his fingers back in, he licked one digit on his other hand, getting it extra wet.

Where
was the word poised on her lips but she didn’t have a chance to ask any question as the tip of his slick finger circled the tight ring of her ass.

“I want in both of your holes when I make you come the first time. And I figure I’ll be nice and stretch you out a little bit before I fuck it later.”

“My pussy?” Natalie asked as his finger slid inside her ass and then retreated.

“I’m already stretching your pretty snatch.” To emphasize his point he rotated his hand attached to the fingers in her pussy and pointed his palm up toward the ceiling. Pulsing his fingers, he rubbed against her g-spot with a rhythm she couldn’t ignore. “Before the end of the night, before you or I sleep, I’m going to be balls deep in your ass and you’re going to scream my name as you come.”

Tingles started in her fingers and toes as her hips circled with the same beat as he rubbed her g-spot and his devilish finger slid farther and farther into her ass.

His breath tickled her flesh and taunted her sensitive clit at the apex of her pussy lips.

She didn’t say no. Didn’t freak out and jump off the bed, or kick him out or take charge.

None of that happened.

Instead a single word bled from somewhere deep inside her she didn’t even know existed. “Please…”

His finger slid all the way inside until his knuckles sat flush against the flesh of her ass. The pressure against her g-spot increased and she drew a breath into her lungs to keep her alive through something she didn’t know if she could survive.

Then he pulled the rug out from under her and everything she thought she knew about sex. About desire. In two words he changed her, destroyed her, showed her something she could never un-see. Un-feel.

“Good girl.” With a rumble he latched on to her clit and licked her into oblivion.

His eyes. Something inside them held her hostage as she vibrated beneath him.

“Campbell,” she breathed.

Holding her gaze he licked her one—more—time.

She shattered on a scream.

Where the pieces would land and if she could put them back together again she didn’t know. Didn’t care.

She’d worry about that tomorrow.

Tonight?

Tonight was hers, and she planned to enjoy every moment of it.

Chapter Nine

Natalie

No pause occurred for her to assimilate the cacophony of sensations exploding inside her.

Her muscles contracted around Campbell’s invading fingers. Moisture coated his slick digits and slid down to her ass, allowing him to penetrate her farther, harder. Catching her breath wasn’t an option. Especially not when she moved her hands to cup her breasts and pinch her own nipples as he’d done earlier.

She wanted him to stop so she could get a handle on what had just happened, especially since she’d never been able to come so easily for anyone before. As in ever.

Needing him to continue, to prove it wasn’t a fluke, was a living breathing desire burning inside her.

“I knew you were going to blow my mind. Fuck. Your pussy and ass are sucking my fingers back in. Somebody is quite ready for cock, I’d say.”

“I came for you.” Totally not what she’d meant to whisper.

“Spectacularly. The first of many.”

She opened her eyelids, not having a clue when she’d closed them. “First?”

“Only the first. That was just a warm-up.” He slid his fingers free from her holes, and she sighed as he knelt up on the bed between her thighs. His cock strained the fabric of his pants still and her mouth watered.

“I want to taste you.” She glanced up at his face and then back down again to the tent of fabric his cock made. Sitting up, she struggled to get her muscles to follow her commands. Part of her wanted to wait for him to tell her what to do, what he wanted, but she couldn’t wait. She needed to know what he tasted like.

“Need to know what I taste like?” His dick throbbed behind the material and pleasure raced to her clit.

Her nipples got even harder and she brushed her fingertips across them again, making her shiver. “Did I say that out loud?”

He nodded and stepped onto the floor, drawing her with him. Helping her to kneel before him onto the rug beside the bed, his fingers threaded into her hair, holding her in place, made her feel indulgent. Somehow it was too close and too far at the same time.

“I’m all yours.” His smug smile kicked up a bit of good old-fashioned trepidation.

His thighs were rock hard beneath her hands as she ran them up his legs. She grasped his waistband to lift it over the head of his cock. “Oh, fuck.” Pulling his pants down, revealing his erection, she started shaking her head before it was within her view. “There’s no way. None.”

“No way what?” His hands tightened in her hair when she huffed a breath over the tight flesh of his shaft.

“You’re huge, Campbell. Like, porn star huge. There’s no way you’re going to fit in my mouth much less my pussy.”

“Or your ass?”

“Oh, hell no. That’s completely off the table now.”

“Let me worry about that.”

“Uhh… You’re not going to fit. It’s simple physics. Peg A is most definitely not going to fit into Tab B.” She circled him with her fingers. Well, she tried to circle him with her fingers but she came up short. Shaking her head again, she closed the distance between her lips and his cock. His scent, his taste. They invaded her senses, knocking her off her axis. She didn’t know she could be thankful for his hands in her hair, holding her, guiding her.

Kissing him at the base of his shaft where his dick connected to his sac made him throb. She licked him from root to tip and swirled her tongue around the head. He’d never fit but she’d enjoy him nonetheless. “You could fuck my tits. I haven’t done that in ages.”

“Speaking of physics,” he said through gritted teeth, ignoring her last statement. “What happens when heat is applied to something?”

Licking him again, she swallowed a drop of pre-cum perched at the top of his shaft. “What’s the something?” She licked him again and followed it with a tight fist.

He squeezed her hair hard, and she gasped and tightened on his shaft in turn.

“Let’s say a metal ring. If I heated a metal ring, what would happen to the circumference?”

The last thing Natalie thought they would be discussing was science. She had always assumed he was nothing much more than a pretty wrapper on a somewhat vapid interior. Her opinion of him was expanding and she all of a sudden wondered what else she’d gotten wrong about him. Thinking back to college physics, she had to concentrate even harder for the answer as another drop of clear liquid appeared at the slit on the head of his cock. “It expands. If you heat the metal it expands.”

“Correct. Do you think you’re above the laws of physics?”

Her gaze flipped up to his, and his piercing eyes made the breath hitch in her lungs. Her fingers dug into the solid muscle of his side and she nibbled her bottom lip then brushed his shaft with the tip of her nose. “Maybe,” she teased.

One hand still buried in her hair, his other removed her hand from his dick and placed it on his other hip. With a squeeze in what she figured was a keep-them-there-or-else gesture he let her go. Then he wrapped his fingers around the base of his dick, pointing it at her mouth. “Open. I want in that pretty mouth of yours. And let’s see if at the end of the night physics wins or if we need to start contacting science journals on your behalf.”

Running her tongue around the head, she got him good and wet then sucked him into her mouth. His taste. Addicting.

She thought about closing her eyes and surrendering to the moment and effectively shutting him out of what was in her head. Instead she kept her eyes on him, allowing him to use her mouth as he wanted.

An inch in, out. An inch in, then out again. He teased her with it, making her want it even more. Trying to take more didn’t work. She tried it but then he held her off, removing the head all together and then taunting her with it as he rubbed it along her lips.

“Hands behind your back, and stick your tongue out.” She hesitated for only a moment before releasing him and folding her arms behind her. When her tongue was out all the way, he thwacked it with his cock.

In the past, she’d always thought the gesture was crass and stupid, but with him, the sex god standing above her, it was nothing but delicious and hot.

“Suck the head into your mouth, lips just past the crown. Yeah, just like that. Now roll your tongue underneath like you’re licking an ice cream cone. Fuck. Slower. Oh, fuck.”

His hand got tighter in her hair and her nails dug into her forearms to keep from reaching for him.

He told her exactly what he wanted, what he liked, until a tremor worked its way up his spine. He even widened his stance. So he didn’t fall over? So he could stay awhile just as they were? She didn’t know.

But Jesus, what a rush.

There was no guessing as to what did it for him. What turned him on wasn’t a mystery. He was an open book.

“Take me in as deep as you can. And instead of sucking on this stroke use your bottom teeth and scrape them up my cock.”

She moved her head and swallowed, not wanting to drool all over him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His thumb circled the flesh of her throat beneath her ear somehow without releasing her hair. “You won’t, gorgeous. At least not how you’re thinking.”

“But doesn’t it hurt? Aren’t you unbelievably sensitive there?” Waiting for his answer, she opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate him. He fed his cock to her and answered her question at the same time.

“There’s a bite of pain but no different than me pinching your nipples or slapping your ass. It makes the soft stuff even that much more devastating because you’re more sensitive to it. I’ve seen many a scene where a feather wand or the brush of fingertips over reddened skin is actually what breaks a submissive person down. Fuccckkkk. Just like that. Once again. Just. Like. That. Now suck my cock. Lots of suction. One hand on my balls. Gentle. I want to have to concentrate on what you’re doing to feel it. And your other hand I want between your thighs. Do not finger your pretty pussy and do not come. Just run your fingers through your lips and then let me see them. I want to see how wet you are from sucking my cock.”

Her eyes widened for several reasons.

Worrying she couldn’t do everything he wanted at once without messing something up scared her because she didn’t want to disappoint him. She didn’t want to disobey his command and rub her clit several times though she was already hovering on the brink of another orgasm. What if she wasn’t wet enough for him? Or he was disappointed for overestimating her ability to stretch because holy shit she was pretty sure he’d gotten bigger as she’d been sucking on him?

“Stop thinking, Natalie. Stop it. Whatever is running through your head right now, just let it go. If I have any concerns I’ll let you know, and right at this moment the only concern I have is not coming in your mouth because that hand on my balls is drawing me closer and closer to passing a line I haven’t been poised on in too fucking long.”

He soothed her. Settled her. Told her what she needed to hear but not in a dickhead kind of way. He sounded—genuine. And it wasn’t as if she wasn’t a completely willing partner and already naked at his feet.

“That’s two.” Before she could process anything he’d said he’d yanked his cock from her mouth, lifted her off the floor, and flung her onto the mattress face down.

“What are you doing? And two what?”

“Two punishments.”

“What the hell are you talking about two? Punishments for what?”

He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips, putting her ass on display along with the wet lips she still wasn’t certain of. Trying to get her arms underneath her proved fruitless as he yanked them behind her and then wound something around her wrists.

“What are you doing?”

“Binding your wrists with your ripped panties.”

“Ohh… No I mean, what?”

“And as for punishments you earned one when you came the first time and I told you not to move your hands. You most definitely moved them since you were pinching those tasty nipples when you came on my mouth.”

“Mmm…” she moaned as he ran fingers through the lips of her sex and his stiff digits definitely came away wet.

He slid one into her pussy, massaging her g-spot again.

Or was that two?
She would have asked him but her mouth had suddenly gone dry.

“Lick them clean.” Pulling them from her pussy, she opened her mouth to ask what he meant. Before she could utter more than another moan his fingers, two of them, slid into her mouth against her tongue. The musky flavor of her pussy filled her nostrils as well as set off a barrage of heavy heartbeats as he made her lick her pussy juice from his fingers.

“Two punishments so I’m going to combine them tonight.”

“How?”
How? What?
She should have been yelling and screaming for him to let her go. Surely she wasn’t entertaining the notion of just letting him punish her for those things. Or anything. Yeah. Totally. That’s what she meant.

No warning preceded his hand connecting with the cheek of her ass. No notice. No portent of what was to come.

His hand collided with the other cheek.

Heat flared beneath her skin and she huffed out a soft breath as she closed her eyes.

It was too much. Or not enough. Or something that hadn’t even been given a name it was so delicious.

“I knew your ass would look absolutely incredible wearing my handprint.”

“Your handprint? Really?”

“Hell yes.” He smacked her again and again. “Too bad it’s going to be too red here in a second to see my individual finger marks.” He hit her ass again. “Or the outline of my palm.” Another swat, this one high on her thigh right where her ass met her leg.

A guttural moan split the silence that stretched between them after his last hit.

And it came from her.

“Do you like the feel of my hand on your ass?”

Natalie arched on the bed as he blew across her heated flesh, which stole her ability to answer.

Her mind wouldn’t even work anymore. Everything just paused.

Fingers speared through her pussy, sliding in deep, and Campbell’s satisfied male chuckle made her shiver. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Your pussy is sucking me in, begging for my cock. How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it?”

“So. Bad,” Natalie panted. Her body jerked, trying to get closer to him. Her thighs shook as she strained to try to close them. If she could get them a little farther she could rub them together. She needed more than his palm holding her clit. More. She needed him inside her. “Please fuck me. Please.”

“Hell, yes.” He pulled his fingers free and slid one of them in her ass. There was no pause or build up. Nothing. He just pushed forward, moving past her tight ring of muscle and then he curled it down toward her pussy.

Shaking her head, she tried to process what he was doing to her. What he was asking of her. But she couldn’t find a course of action to lead her to an outcome that didn’t have her turning into a puddle.

Gritting her teeth, she shook her head again. “Please, Campbell, please fuck me. I need you.”

“Oh, fuck. Condoms, Natalie. Tell me you have condoms. Tell me you have them.” His frantic voice pulled her enough toward the surface she could get a few brain cells to collide into one thought. One answer.

“Yes. Bathroom. Right drawer. On the bottom.”

Pulling his fingers free, he didn’t leave her any semblance of separation, no barrier in place for her to hide behind as he decimated the walls she’d spent years erecting.

He left her with nothing as he leaned forward and licked her from her clit to her asshole. Not a swipe. Not a quick taste. No. He savored every piece of her.

And when she tried to kick because what he did to her was too much to handle, he grabbed each of her ankles beside his legs and held them down with his large hands. Then he tasted her clit, nipping it with his teeth, moving up to her pussy as he licked and tasted her as if she were a fine wine. Then her ass.

He tongued her deliciously sensitive, clenching asshole, shoving his tongue inside her tight ring as far as he could. Again and again he fucked her ass with his tongue until she was a writhing, begging vessel in need of what he alone could provide her.

He grabbed a handful of her hair as he leaned over her body. “Don’t you dare come while I’m gone. Understand?”