RequiredSurrender (10 page)

She caught his earlobe with her teeth for a pull, and then
released. “Screw me.”

“Jo.” He didn’t want to be swayed.

“Please,” she groaned and worse she began pivoting her hips
into his hand in a slow and steady motion. Seductive. And he couldn’t help
recalling an image of her. As she looked with the mask and black leather
panties spread and on display.

“Beg me.” Was he really going to do this? No handbrake, no
problem.

Instead of the cries and panting he expected, she took hold
of the sides of his face and stared him in the eyes. “You’re the one.”

Damn. She held his face and wouldn’t let him go.

“Please don’t turn away. Please don’t leave me. I—”

“You’re sure about this?”

She couldn’t even answer she was shaking so bad. He didn’t
think, nor did he hesitate when he stood and scooped her up. Fuck the schedule.
This kind of need couldn’t wait. He carried her to the bed ready to accept what
she was generously offering.

Chapter Seven

Jo expected things to be fast and furious after he quickly
stripped off her panties and laid her on the bed. She knew if she had it her
way they’d be frantic by now, but Ted had other ideas. Clearly he wasn’t going
to be swayed by her eagerness.

“Lie back down.”

She did as he ordered even though she didn’t want to. She
wanted to get up on her knees and watch him undress.

“Arms over your head, wrists crossed and palms open the way
they were during the card game the last night.”

With the mention of that a bevy of exciting images
materialized to make her even hotter for him. There was no way to hold back her
shiver.

“What’s the matter, princess?” He took off his shirt and
shook the hair out of his eyes. “Are you aching?”

The sight of his broad shoulders, wickedly cut abs and slim
hips made her hiss in a breath. Good thing too, because when he undid the
zipper of his pants and smiled at her, she forgot to breathe.

“I’ll stop the ache.”

His thick muscles shifted and rolled as he walked toward
her. The tightening weave pattern was mesmerizing and when he got to the side
of the bed, stopping to push off his jeans, she averted her eyes until he came
down beside her. With both of them totally naked her nerves jangled. He was
big, huge everywhere. Tight skinned and tanned.

He lay on his side with his elbow bent and his head rested
in his palm. “You’re shaking.”

“I want you.”

“I want you too.” He trailed his hand with knuckles curled
against the column of her throat, collarbone and chest. Taking his time,
circling one breast and then the other, before he ventured lower.

By the time he got to her navel she closed her eyes and
fought the urge she had to cover herself.

“You’re doing so well. Spread your legs. That’s right. A
little more. Very good.”

His hand dipped between her thighs and she quivered.

“This is the wettest pussy.” He circled around her clit.
Once, twice and then he held that delicate flesh between his fingers and
rolled. “Relax and breathe.”

She would have tried to do as he said, but he shifted. Her
eyes snapped open and she panicked. “W-where are you going?”

“Not far. Just far enough to get a better look.”

She was mortified. Embarrassed. Hot and ashamed of herself,
when he moved down in the bed and bent closer to study her center. Watching how
her body reacted to his touch. Adjusting not only the pressure but the
direction of his movements against her engorged flesh until he found the spot.

“Ted.” This came out as a half sigh, half moan and the
second he heard it, he stilled.

“No talking. No moving. Let me see what makes you tick
without any distractions. Close your eyes and concentrate on feeling. That’s
right.”

Every nerve ending in her body crackled with electrifying
tingles as he took his time exploring this one small part of her. He was
careful and thorough. So thorough she had to fight the need buck and flex into
his hand.

“Your little pussy is beautiful. Responsive,” he slid his
fingers over her clit and pressed, “and ready to be used. I love how your
muscles down here contract when I—”

She quivered the instant he pinched her clit and jiggled.
The action sent shock waves jetting through her as liquid heat spilled out of
her.

“Keep still.”

She tried. Oh God, she tried to stop the tremors, but they kept
building inside her. Tightening. Coiling. Until she feared she’d snap.

“I love this.”

She arched her back, she couldn’t help it. He was skating
his fingers over her hot wet flesh and when she heard the heady sounds of
excess moisture that was drawn out of her from his manipulations, she
automatically responded to it. Dropping back against the duvet, she eased her
knees into the mattress and let herself go. All of her, everything was
completely and utterly exposed to him.

“Good girl. Good girls get a present.”

She barely heard his words before heat consumed her, riding
in steady waves from her kneecaps to her clit.

“Breathe through it. You’re going to have to be careful for
me, princess. I don’t want you to come. Not yet, but you’re really going to
want to when I—”

His tongue skied across her clit in one solid pass and the
order to remain silent was lost. “Ted.”

“Shhh.”

Opening his mouth, his lips closed over that bundle of
nerves and he sucked. So gently, so expertly she nearly passed out. Her legs
shook and her insides turned to boiling jelly. She had to bite her lip to keep
from crying out. White-hot desire whipped through her so fast she gasped for
breath. The pleasure-pain built to a dizzy crescendo within her. Pushing the
boundaries of her endurance until she feared she was going to let go. She was
going to lose control. She was going to let her body do what it wanted to do.
Oh God, she was losing it. The thrill was thrumming harder. Faster. The rush
peaking…

“No,” he pulled back and looked at her, “not yet. You have
to be patient.”

And just like that she was left trembling, panting and
aching in unfulfilled need.

“Rest a minute. No, don’t move your legs. I like you spread
like this.”

It was quiet. Still. Intimate until a moment later when he
whispered, “Deep breath and now…”

“Oh God.” He slipped a finger into her and found that spot.
The one that pushed all her erogenous buttons at once. The instantaneous rush
of desire hit her hard. “Please…”

“Shhh.”

He caressed her G-spot and she couldn’t speak if she wanted
to. Her head tossed from side to side. Her breath rasped out. Her heart pounded
and her pulse picked up speed. He rubbed and rubbed some more, and the need
came back full force. There was no room to breathe through it this time. Her
hips lifted off the mattress, seeking more of the luscious ache. She was going
to—

“Not yet.” He withdrew from her. “Almost, but not quite.”

She had the shakes so bad she was sure the bed trembled
beneath them. Licking her lips, she said, “You’re…” She stopped because her
voice was low, husky, like she had laryngitis. Clearing her throat, she tried
again. “You’re killing me.”

“Look at me.”

When her gaze met his, she gained comfort. The light in his
eyes burned to a sizzling smolder. The knowledge that she wasn’t the only one
being pushed to the limits here had her melting without a touch.

“I want you to be patient.” The deep timbre of his voice
stole through her, even while his eyes pinned her under their heady weight. And
when he braced a palm on her thigh and wrapped his hand tightly around her limb
as if he were staking claim, she shivered.

“Patient because I want your body to learn right from this
first encounter that I control it. I want more from you than the act of simply
giving in to your needs. I want you to respond better to my desires than your
own. It takes time to train the subconscious, but once a desired behavior is
learned, it can’t be unlearned. That’s what I’m after. I want you conditioned
to my needs, not your own.”

Clearly he’d made some headway already, because the moment
he applied pressure on her leg, her whole body completely eased for him, as if
she had no choice in the matter.

“Very good.” He held her gaze as his palm ascended her
thigh. Slow, so agonizingly slow her heart skipped a beat, only to hammer when
he slipped two fingers into her this time. He stretched her muscles. Filling
her up until he found that spot.

“Please…” She closed her eyes and let the rest of her go
weightless. Two sensual strokes later and she made her decision. She’d give him
what he wanted. She’d abdicate her needs for his. That was her only desire,
despite what he was doing to her. When that occurred to her, she sighed and
handed him the reins.

“Perfect. For this you get another present.”

This time, when he bent and gently sucked her clit into his
mouth, he didn’t withdraw his hand. Instead his fingers changed motion inside
her and circled that nub. Alternately he took turns, sucking and nibbling her
clit, before circling and rubbing his fingers inside her until she thought she’d
die, but just when she was ready to plunge he’d hold her back. Ease her off the
ledge. Calm her until the next time.

She’d given up counting how many times she’d peaked close,
oh so close to climax before he dashed her hopes because he controlled that.
She no longer worried about how slick she was, and how that moisture made
sucking noises as his fingers skated through it, because he controlled that
too. She had no choice in things and she was glad.

He let go of her clit and kissed her mound. “You’re doing
beautifully. I want you to watch me.” His leaned up and his look was seductive,
almost mesmerizing when he said, “Watch me watching you.”

Her breath caught as he tilted his head to examine her
center. His gaze never wavered and his eyes remained fixed. It was only his
hand that moved. Working her as his strong digits did wicked and delicious
thing inside her. Teasing and taunting her before he fell into a steady rhythm.
In and out in long, slow strokes. In then out.

“Very good,” he whispered. “You’re beyond wet and oh so
tight. Real tight. Tighten some more.” He breathed and pushed his fingers right
up into her.

She groaned and the second her eyes started to close he
said, “No, eyes on me. That’s right. Come for me.”

She may not have known how to accomplish this on command,
but her body did. Especially when he drew back, easing nearly all the way out
of her before he pressed back into her almost to the point of pain that soon
turned into stunning pleasure. Showering her from head to toe like the most welcome
rain after a year-long drought.

“Do it. I want you to come for me now. Now.”

It was the last push into her that did it. That hard caress
sent her over the edge and she fell. Hard. Fast. Gasping for breath as she
involuntarily quivered and shook.

Her whole body reacted. Every muscle within her tensed while
the lower ones clamped around his fingers and squeezed.

“Jesus fuck, that’s what I’m after. Once my cock gets in to
you, you’re going to milk me with this kind of strength. Do you want to milk
the come out of me?”

The suspended squeeze snapped as her body let go. Trembling
and quaking until she heard his groan. At the sound, her insides melted and she
spun out of control. Falling off the edge of the world until a flood of hot
desire poured. She was sure it rushed down his fingers and pooled into his
palm.

He kissed her hip, her navel and the top of her mound. “I’m
proud of you, princess. Very, very proud.”

She didn’t know what to think. Her body felt like it did
after an hour and a half of hot yoga. Languid, but tired beyond belief. So when
he rolled and shifted to open the nightstand drawer she panicked.

“What are you doing?”

“That would be getting.” He looked over his shoulder, held
up the foil packet and smiled.

“I don’t think now is a good time.”

He could see she was anxious so he kept his back to her as
ripped open the packet and tugged on the rubber.

“And why is that?”

When he turned, her eyes went right to his latex-covered
cock. No point hiding it now. Although he was tempted to when her face drained
of color and her eyes widened. She shot a look up at him and he thought she was
going to be speechless but he couldn’t get that lucky.

“No fucking way.”

He grabbed her before she made it the side of the bed. “Jo.”

“What?”

“No swearing.”

“But you’re fucking huge.”

“You’ll get used to it.” He pulled her into him. “No more
swearing.” Damn she smelled good. All woman and raw sex. He breathed the scent
in deep.

“I’m not sure I’m ready.”

“I understand.”

She pulled back. “You do?”

“Of course I do.” He brushed the hair away from her cheek.
“How about I tell you that I have no intention of screwing you until you beg me
to do it. Would that put your mind at ease?”

She nodded.

“Good.” He pushed her hair behind her shoulder.

“You’re not mad?”

“No.” He bent and kissed her collarbone.

“Maybe you should have done it when I was writhing all over
the place before.”

“You think?” He curled down over her and kissed her neck.

“Yes.”

“Why?” he whispered in her ear and took great satisfaction
from her tiny jerk-like shiver. “Were you too horny then to say no to me?”

“Yes.”

He smiled against her throat as she unconsciously angled her
head, giving him better access. He licked, then bit the sensitive column from
her ear to her collarbone. “You smell like sex and I love it.”

She turned in to him. Bracing her hands on his shoulders,
she rubbed her cheek against his jaw. “I love how you smell too. Like clean
linen.”

“Is that so?” He used his thumb and pushed up her chin until
she was looking at him.

“Yes.”

Her bottom lip got his attention. Not only was it full, it
had a sexy little crease down the center that called to him. “I can assure
you.” The tip of his tongue licked the crease and then he leaned back. “There’s
nothing clean about me. Especially where you’re concerned because I intend to
be the dirtiest bastard around with you.”

Her mouth opened in shock and he figured this was the
perfect invitation for a taste. He dipped back down and touched his lips to
hers. Slow. Easy. A mere touch of flesh against flesh until she started to warm.

“You taste like apples,” he spoke against her cheek.
“Macintosh apples.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Instead he pulled
her fully beneath him and kissed her again, only this time he coaxed her lips
apart. He was careful not to overwhelm her. Meeting her tongue in a series of
gentle slips and slides. Letting her reach up. Making her use him as anchor if
she wanted more of his mouth. Conveying without words that he had all the time
in the world, so if she wanted things to go faster she’d have to do it. If she
wanted other body parts to crushingly connect, she’d have to shift. And she had
no qualms about that.