Requested Surrender (29 page)

There was still something there. A shadow that dogged her. He saw it in her eyes on occasion. It was deep, whatever it was. But then demons usually were. This was the problem. Until he met her demons he wasn’t going to request her surrender. He’d already decided he wouldn’t broach that important subject until he had a complete handle on her. He was no stranger to initiating a relationship with his eyes closed. He’d done that once and it nearly ruined him. This time around he was being careful, but no matter how tight he held his cards to his chest, the Dom in him came out. Wanting to guide her. Rule her. Teach her. Train her. He was dying to spell out all these things in no uncertain terms, while he explained what kind of intimate future arrangement he wanted with her. Lord knows, the pressure of their ten days together coming to a close was on him. If he didn’t meet her monster soon, he’d have to let her go home and the thought of that left a bitter taste in his mouth. Although she wouldn’t be living in a shithole anymore—he’d dealt with the contractor over that—he wanted her to stay here. With him.

A knock on the door brought him out of his ruminating. He sat back and let out a deep breath. It better not be Basel. He’d told Ted to call before he swung by to pick up the paperwork.

“Come.”

The door eased opened and Lacy leaned in. “I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“No.”

He went to stand, but she stepped around the door and said, “No, no. Sit. This won’t take a minute.”

This was the third time in two days she’d actually sought him out. Here again he knew why. He’d treated her exactly how he’d treat a cherished sub when she pulled that shit at the resort and she was good with it. Better maybe. Yeah, now as he watched her close the door and turn to him with a smile on her lips, he had to agree that she had softened nicely since then. There were still a few bratty edges to her, but for the most part, he figured, he could handle them. With a little encouragement and a lot of training, he was sure she’d make the perfect submissive for him.

Of course, most submissives didn’t come into their Dom’s office and start stripping without being invited. “Lacy, what are you doing?”

“I finished the sketch of you and me and…well.” She came around his desk, unbuttoning the last of her blouse as she kicked off her heels. “It’s inspired me.”

He watched her blouse flutter to the floor before hearing the click of her bra snap open. It caused him to look up. She had great tits, with deep rose-colored nipples that always seemed to be reaching for his mouth. Yeah. It was at times like these that he was glad he hadn’t spelled things out to her…yet. So he could afford to let this kind of thing slide.

He waited for her to ask him to turn his chair. That’s when he’d take the reins of this little interlude she’d planned. He’d seen the preliminary sketches and knew how she’d drawn them. Him in a fan-backed chair, knees spread, while she knelt between his thighs sucking him off. He would have been more surprised if she hadn’t chosen that imagery. She loved sucking his cock.

But then she was naked, and instead of her asking him anything she sank to her knees and moved in close. Close enough that she laid her cheek on his thigh. Just above his kneecap. Then? Nothing. Peace. Quiet. And her being subservient.

The action and knowledge got him harder than if she’d deep throated him. He thought about what she’d said as he looked down at her then he asked, “Inspired you how?”

“To be here like this with you.”

Okay, she couldn’t have said anything better. Not one more syllable was needed to feed his ego. It was full to capacity at the moment. He was pleased and fucking privileged as hell. Her naked and kneeling at his side when she could be anywhere she wanted to be, made his cock ache. His heart pound. Even his god damn balls got into the act when they squeezed up tight, letting him know they expected some kind of payoff.

Soon.

But not too soon.

“Is this what you need, angel?” He brought a hand down and speared his fingers in her hair, gently massaging her scalp.

“Mm…yes. Thank you.”

She rubbed her head against his thigh, like a cat would. Back and forth until she settled. He didn’t mind. They had plenty of time. He was going to enjoy this new side to Lacy. The one he’d known was there, right from the moment he’d seen her sitting in the rain. Right then he’d known she was the complicated wash of watery sunshine he needed in his life. Anyone who didn’t know her well would peg her as the wanderer he’d accused her of being. But she wasn’t. Not really. She just needed a home, and looking down at her now, he thought maybe he’d succeeded in providing her with one.

As the seconds ticked by into minutes he realized one thing. She was content to wait for his lead. God, that fucking did it for him. He stopped massaging her head and pulled his hand away.

“Eyes up.” One look and he knew she was in a perfectly submissive mindset. “I want you to crawl under my desk and undo my pants, then take my cock out and lick it. Twenty stokes from the base to tip on the underside. Full tongue. Flat drag. You understand?”

“Yes.” She moved to do as he told her so fast he didn’t get a chance to finish with his instructions. Reaching out he took hold of her hair again and pulled back. “Wait. I haven’t finished. After you lick me I want you to jerk me off. Keep your eyes trained on my cock until I tell you to put it in your mouth. Not before.”

Her pupils dilated and he let her go. Pleased when she nodded. She was learning. Maybe too well for where they were in their relationship. Leaning back he spread his knees in invitation. She was getting better and better at this. He barely felt her undo his pants until the heat from her hand connected.

Damn
.

But then her tongue started to lick. Fuck she took direction well. Full, flat and hot, like he was the tastiest lollipop she’d ever had. By the time she got to eight he was invested and ready to give her a reward at the end. Each of the long, slow drags of tongue she executed pulled his insides up, as if he’d gone over a rise in the road that fell into an unexpected drop—causing him to have the same sensation each time she descended down his length. Yeah, cock sucking was a talent of hers and he was one lucky man.

“Two more, baby.” He sank his hands in her hair and let her do her thing until she was done with the licking. Then he cursed himself because most of her was in dark shadows beneath his desk as she shifted to jerk him off. With a deep breath he flexed forward and brought his hands up behind is head. “You know what to do.”

It seemed to him she’d barely started when his office door flew opened and Ted Basel walked in. “Hey. Jesus fuck, D, this place is a crime scene waiting to happen. You leave the front gates unlocked, bad enough, but the front door too? Where’s Andrew?”

David brought his arms down and would have sat forward but Lacy wasn’t giving up her piece of the pie. She was still going to town on him. Not even a flinch or a change in rhythm. He couldn’t say that it didn’t turn him on, because it really, really did.

He tried to stay focused, maintaining a serious expression, even though he wanted to close his eyes and slip lower in the chair. “I, ah, thought you were going to call before you came by?”

“Didn’t happen. And what the hell’s wrong with your face? You got the flu? You look a little flushed.” Ted walked right up to the desk, not that it mattered to David, he wouldn’t be able to see Lacy, as the desk was wide, but David did try to shift just in case. “Are these the addendums Alistair needs? What’s that sound? Are you sure you’re okay? You look like shit. What’s with the slouching?”

David was trying so hard to keep his composure, he knew he looked like an ass. He was just about to call Lacy off when Ted spotted something. He turned to see what the guy had fixated on, and realized it was Lacy’s discarded clothes. Only his eyes moved when he heard Ted swear.

“Fucking hell. You could have told me. I’ll wait outside.”

The second he left, David put his hand over Lacy’s to get her to stop. Then he looked down and ordered, “Wrap your lips around me. Swallow it. Nice and deep.”

In less than a minute he drove home. That mouth of hers was lethal and when he finally pulled her off him he growled, “My turn.”

Lacy came out from under the desk and stood. “What about Ted?”

“He can wait. Up you get. Right here. Right in front of me on the desk. Good girl. Relax. Put each foot on the arms of my chair. Yeah, like that. Now lean back. Very good…”

“David!”

“You’re glistening. So fucking wet. I’m going to spread you open and suck on your clit. Now, if you moan the right way for me I’ll slide my tongue inside you so deep, then I'll bathe your sweet spot just the way you like it. Do we have a deal, angel?” He leaned forward and blew on her heated flesh. “Tell me.”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

That was all David needed hear before he went after her.

Twenty minutes later when Lacy was able to walk again, she got dressed and left David’s office.

“Hi, Lace.”

“Ted.”

She nodded in his direction, but didn’t look him in the eyes until she was a good ways down the hall. Then she spun around and got his attention. “Oh, and you can go in now.”

“Great.”

She didn’t wait to see if he did, as she made her way back to the studio. She was anxious to get to a private place where she could do a little happy dance in celebration of landing a guy like David. The things he did to her.

There she was, humming and shaking her ass while she went through her sketches, feeling happy. Really happy. The kind that makes you light up and want to shout it to the world. But she wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon. For now she’d just quietly freestyle it to herself.

Turning her attention to her drawings, she decided to paint the one of her and David first and then do the land and seascapes she’d planned to give to the charity auction for her local animal shelter. This year, thanks to David and the studio he provided her, she wasn’t going to be caught with her pants down. She’d always donated five original pieces of artwork to the cause and now she could make sure she’d have them painted ahead of time. No more waiting until the last minute for her.

When she turned a page and saw the waterfall scene she’d sketched a couple of days ago, she hesitated. It was an image she recalled from a family trip to Chimney Rock Mountain. The sight silenced her humming and put the kibosh on her goofy dancing, because it also reminded her of her brother’s birthday party. Three more days and she’d be there with David. Should she tell him about her brother? It could be awkward if she didn’t.

For a brief moment she thought about that as she brushed a hand over the moss-covered rocks she’d sketched. Would it matter to David? Of course it would. It would matter especially to a man like him. Hadn’t he made it clear he cared about her? That he was her constant. That he was in her corner?

“Well that ought to make Saturday fun.” She couldn’t even laugh at that bit of sarcasm.

“Ms. Lacy?”

Lacy jumped and spun around. “Andrew!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you, but
Master
David asked that I bring you up some lunch.”

She breathed in deep when he walked by her to deposit the covered tray on the workstation. “Umm…smells great. What is it?”

“White chicken lasagna and some nice fresh bread. There’s a small side salad as well and a bottle of water.”

“Thanks. Sounds great.”

“I hope you’ll eat most of it as I’ve been asked to report back if you don’t.”

That didn’t sound great. “I’ll do my best.”

Lacy waited until Andrew had left before she let out an exasperated breath and stared at the tray. Another test.
Master
David was proving to be less than subtle with his Dom-like tendencies, and if she had the nerve she might even have suggested a little passive aggressive with certain things. Wouldn’t he love hearing that?

She walked right over to that tray and lifted the lid. The food looked and smelled great. She was starving, so why was she hesitant to dig into it? She knew why. On the outside this was no more than a two course meal. But on the inside. The real side of what this “picked by him” and “planned by him” meal represented was a different course all together. The course of her lifetime and how that path would change depending on the decision she made in the very next moment. If she ate this, as he wanted her to, she’d be setting a very large precedent. But then if she didn’t? That kind of precedent would be monumental to a guy like him and the relationship they were building here.

She drummed her fingers against the counter and cursed women’s lib. The irony of it all was almost laughable now that she thought about it. Before the feminist movement “moved”, women had no choice so there was no consent to be gotten, but now? Now a woman had choices. Here she was looking at one. White fucking chicken lasagna. In her wildest dreams she’d never thought her freely given consent to give up her hard won portion of it, would come in the form a hunk of pasta.

With a sigh, she dipped a fork into the steaming cream and tested the sauce. Closing her eyes, she sighed again. “Dammit. It’s delicious.” Probably as delicious as having David control certain parts of her life. The concept wasn’t new to her. Alex, Colin and Jo had all abdicated things to their men and they were some of the smartest, happiest and well-adjusted women she knew…well, maybe not Jo, as she had a few things going on there, but Ted was helping her work through them.

I want you to enjoy what we have because no one else has anything like it.

She opened her eyes after David’s recalled words echoed through her mind, caressed her heart and seeped into her soul. She wanted that too, didn’t she? Yes she did, so what was she waiting for? She was as starved for the food in front of her as she was for the kind of “special” he was offering.

Special got her thinking about Thursday night, and that got her focused on the fact that she was more worried about Saturday afternoon at her folk’s house, than she was spending Thursday evening in David’s dungeon. With him. Her naked and him probably not.