Surrender (19 page)

His tongue swept across his lower lip, and I mimicked his action, tasting his kiss still lingering there. He was seated now, in the chair, at the foot of the bed, looking as regal and elegant and powerful as any king. It was easy to step into his fantasy, easy to believe it.

He was a king, a ruler who had complete and utter control over me. And I was at his mercy, under his command. An image flashed in my head, of a sexy scene from
The Tudors
. How I loved that first season. Henry was young and virile with an unquenchable appetite for sex.

My inner muscles clenched as memories of Kam’s last touch flooded my mind.

“How you wish to serve me, my sweet girl.”

“Yes, yes, I do.”

“Your pussy is telling me that.” Leaning forward, he ran his hands up the mattress. He audibly inhaled. “Your scent drives me insane. More. Give me more.”

I pulsed my inner muscles, willing more dampness to gather there. I writhed, tensed my stomach muscles, tipping my hips up.

He came closer, crawling onto the bed. From my vantage, he looked like a fierce beast, rippling muscles swelling as he crawled on all fours toward my burning body.

My mouth was going dry, my skin tingling as sweat gathered on my brow. I was already aching inside, and he hadn’t touched me. Not a finger.

What they said really was true. Sex was in the mind.

“I have to have a taste. Just one,” he said as he bent over the juncture of my thighs.

Those tissues throbbed at his words.

Oh yes. Please.
My arms, stomach, legs all tightened as I closed my eyes and waited.

A warm tongue tickled the skin of my inner thigh, and one side of my body prickled, goose bumps covering my arm, chest, shoulder.

A tiny whimper slipped between my lips.

He jerked back. “Are you showing impatience?”

“N-no.”

“Good.” He dipped down again. This time, he laved the inside of my other thigh, adding some little nips and kisses to the torment. As hard as I tried to be still, I couldn’t. My hips began rocking back and forth as the thrumming heat pulsing between my legs increased.

Finally, he parted my folds with his fingertips. The tip of his tongue found my clit. With one stabbing stroke, I was defeated.

I moaned. “Please,” I begged.

“Please what?” Using his wicked tongue, he tormented my clit again. “Please stop?”

“No. Don’t stop.”

“Please do this?” He pushed two fingers inside my channel and groaned. “You’re wet. My sweet Abigail. Wet for me.”

“Yessss.” Using every ounce of strength I had, I clamped those inner muscles around his invading digits as he slowly fucked me. Instantly, a wave of pleasure swept through me.

Adding a tongue dancing over my clit with his fingers fucking my pussy, he increased the torment to almost unbearable levels. How I longed for him to thrust deep inside. More than I wanted to take my next breath.

More than anything.

“You may not come until I tell you,” he said, voice hoarse but threat clear. “Do not come.”

A little choking cry pushed up my throat. I arched my back and curled my fingers into tight fists. My fingernails dug into the flesh of my palms. But the slight burn did nothing to reduce my suffering. No, it increased it.

“I can’t.” I groaned.

“You will. You must. It is my command.” His tongue swirled around my clit. His fingers shoved deep into my wet pussy, fingernails lightly grazing the sensitive walls as they withdrew.

He was cruel. Merciless. And proving how cruel he was, he continued to lick and suck my clit when he knew I was holding onto my self-control by a whisper-thin thread. “Stop. Please.”

Fighting my own body, I wriggled and squirmed, trying to move away from his mouth and hands.

“You haven’t said the word. Say the word and I will.” Red. All I had to do was say red.

Red.

He plunged his fingers deep inside, and my inner walls clenched them, holding them in, a wave of blazing heat blasted through me.

Oh God, it was so good. I didn’t want him to stop. No way. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to come.

“Red,” I muttered.

He yanked his hands away.

I cried out as I teetered on the edge of release.

Just one more touch would have pushed me over. Just one tiny flick of his tongue or thrust of a finger. Only one.

With eyes closed tight, I fought to catch my breath.

“Good girl,” he purred. “You please me.”

Little tingles fanned out over my back and shoulders. I’d never heard a man say three simple words in such a sexy way. The sound alone made little shockwaves of pleasure pulse through me.

“You deserve a reward for your obedience,” he said.

I blinked open my eyes and watched him climb over my body. His eyes glittered with hunger as he looked down at me. His tongue swept across his lower lip.

“I still taste you,” he said, angling lower. “You’re sweet. So sweet I can’t get enough.” His lips slanted over mine, and his tongue traced the seam of my lips. As I parted them to release a little sigh that had bubbled up from my chest, it swept into my mouth, filling it with a luscious blend of man and need.

My tongue tangled with his, gliding along the side, exploring the depth of his mouth as his explored mine. His thick rod pressed at my entrance, and I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist and took him deep.

We moaned, the sounds of our voices blending, echoing in our joined mouths. He withdrew, then plunged deep, again and again, and I used my legs and hips to maximize every thrust, taking him as deep as I could, rubbing my clit against his body. Within minutes we were both sweating, writhing, our bodies working together in harmony. Soft and hard. Male and female. Opposites, but made to fit together perfectly.

My insides rippled around him as he glided in and out, and with each thrust, I tumbled deeper and deeper into luscious pleasure. My senses narrowed and intensified. He nipped my neck, and little currents of electricity buzzed and zapped through me. I inhaled deeply, drawing in the scents of man and sex. The sounds of our breathing blended, creating a music that was both sensual and harmonious.

This was what sex should be. A meeting of bodies, minds and spirits. A joining.

We reached our climax together. And we cried out in pleasure, our voices echoing in the room as the vibrations of our climax pulsed through our bodies like huge sonic waves. When it was over, he looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, lips curved into a hint of a smile. “Abigail,” he whispered.

“Yes?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. I was just . . . nothing.” His withdrawal from my body was almost unbearable. But he lay next to me, pulled me against him. “Back to reality.”

“I wish we didn’t have to.”

“So do I.”

20

“T
hose bastards!”

Not long after we had made love, I came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my freshly scrubbed body, and jumped at Kam’s unexpected outburst. I hadn’t heard him sound this angry since the day he was drugged.

A chill charged through my body like an electric current. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been locked out of my own fucking company.” He was sitting on the bed, wearing jeans, no shirt, the laptop sitting on his thighs, hitting computer keys. Hard. Fingers slamming against his new laptop’s keyboard. “I’ve been fucking locked out!”

I didn’t know what to say. We were counting on his ability to access MalTech’s computer network to figure out who might be behind the theft. Without that, what did we have?

Nothing.

No clues.

No information.

No hope.

My fingers dug into the scratchy cotton as I tightened my towel toga. “Maybe I should just go to the police,” I offered. I was done running and hiding. Finished. It wouldn’t take long for us to run out of money.

More than that, I was very upset about what this mess was doing to Kam. If he was dragged down with me, his life would be ruined as well as mine. He didn’t deserve that.

“No,” he growled.

“But—”

“I said no!” His glare reinforced the sharp tone in his voice. He’d said no, and he meant it.

But I was more determined than ever to find a way to clear his name. Even if it meant I would take the fall for a crime I didn’t commit. I would go to prison. I couldn’t imagine how horrible that would be. But if suspicion was lifted off him, he’d be able to investigate. Maybe he’d find out who the real guilty party was before I went to trial.

I needed to convince him it was the best plan.

That wasn’t going to be easy. He wasn’t in the mood for convincing.

He slammed the computer shut. “Fuck!”

“They need to bring someone in. A suspect,” I reasoned. “They’re not going to back off until they do.”

“I’m not letting you take the fall for a crime you didn’t commit.”

“It’s the smartest thing to do. I won’t go to trial for several months. That’ll give you plenty of time to find out who the real culprit is. Then, once you show the police the truth, they’ll set me free and everything will be okay.”

He studied me for a long time. He said nothing. Just stared. Hard.

“We can’t hide forever,” I added. “What money you have will run out sooner or later. Then what? We can’t get decent jobs without reporting our social security numbers. We can’t collect paychecks without bank accounts.”

He still said nothing.

I hoped that meant he was starting to see things my way.

I took his hands in mine. “I trust you. I know you’ll find out who really did it. And I know you’ll take it to the authorities once you collect enough evidence to prove they’ve arrested the wrong person.”

“I don’t know.”

“Once you’re no longer a suspect, you’ll be able to dig into the backgrounds of all your employees. Nobody else has better access to that information than you. Nobody.”

“I know, but to throw you to the wolves? Just to save my own ass?” Shaking his head, he pulled on my hands, tugging me down onto his lap.

I draped one arm over his broad shoulders. “No, it’s not like that. You’re not throwing me to the wolves. You’re letting them have me so that you can save us both.”

“It’s weak. Letting someone else take the fall.”

“No, it’s not. Not in this situation. It’s going to take a strong man to let someone else take the fall. Because I know you’d rather be the one to go to jail.”

“I would.”

“But that won’t work. I can’t save you. I can’t figure this out. I don’t have access to the information you do. I don’t have the relationships you have.”

“I get it. But . . .” He cupped my cheek. His front teeth sank into his lower lip. “What if something happens to you in there? In jail? Shit, I can hardly say the words.” He jerked his hand back. “I can’t protect you there. No. I can’t do that. I can’t. We’ll come up with another plan.”

“What plan?”

“I don’t know. Maybe . . .” He ran his fingers over his freshly shaven head. “I’ll sneak into the building at night. There’s no security crew at night, only a small cleaning crew, and they finish up before midnight. The keys aren’t tied to any kind of security system. We don’t have an alarm. I’ll break in as many times as I need to figure out who is doing this.”

It was a semiworkable plan. He had keys. If security was that lax, it shouldn’t be a problem for him to get into the building. We just had to hope we could find something, some kind of clue somewhere, that would lead us to the culprit.

“Okay. But if your plan doesn’t work, promise me we’ll go with mine.”

“My plan will work. It has to. Because I hate yours.” He brushed his lips over mine. “Mmmm,” he said against my mouth. “We have a little time before we have to go.” His hand skimmed down the front of my body to cup my sex through the towel.

My breath caught in my throat.

The man was insatiable. But then again, so was I.

I whimpered a surrender, and he pushed me down, onto my back. Already burning with need, I watched Kam roughly strip off his pants and underwear. I began peeling the towel away, but he stopped me with a sharp, “No.” That left me to watch his beautiful body move as he finished up and angled over me, fire burning in his eyes.

“When this is over, I’m going to take you to a special place and show you what submission is really like. I’ll make you burn so hot, you beg for release, and then, when you can’t wait another second, I’ll sink into you slowly. Deeply. So deeply I won’t be able to find my way out.”

I loved the sound of that.

Standing over me, he untucked the towel, pulling it out until I was completely exposed to him. The darkness in his eyes made me tremble. Little pulses of pleasure rippled through me. I wanted to tell him how I felt. The words sat on the tip of my tongue. But I swallowed them back down and remained silent, letting my body tell him what he needed to know.

His gaze wandered down my bare torso. “I can imagine you now, these beautiful breasts bound, my rope circling them, making your pretty little nipples hard.” He cupped one of my breasts. Immediately, his finger and thumb went to the nipple, pinching it until it was painfully hard. A little moan slipped up my throat. “Have you ever been bound?”

“No. Only by you. Only what you’ve done.”

“That was nothing. Just wait. I think you’ll love it.” He bent down and grazed my nipple with his teeth. The sensation sent little, sharp blades of pleasure piercing through me. My spine arched in response.

I wasn’t sure I would love having my breasts tied, but I sure was loving this. The sexy talk was making my whole body tingle, from my scalp to the soles of my feet.

He licked the other nipple, tongue circling the areola, round and round. Little quivers of need pulsed between my legs with every circle. It was glorious and excruciating all at once. Already, I was aching to feel his hard cock buried inside of me, stroking away the need building so quickly. But another part of me wanted this moment to last. Afterward, I had no idea what might happen. I could be arrested. Or Kam. It might be a long time before we would see each other again.

As he kissed and nibbled his way to the crest between my breasts, I shoved those horrible thoughts out of my head. Right now all that mattered was this moment. Not five minutes from now or thirty or an hour. Right now.

“Do you know what happens when someone fully submits?” Kam asked.

“No.”

As he tickled my thigh with a fingertip he murmured, “They come face-to-face with their darkest secrets. Anything that has been holding them back.”

I had some dark secrets, but I wasn’t hiding from them. I didn’t believe they were holding me back in any way. Still, I saw no connection between those kinds of secrets and some rope play during sex. Sex was fun. And adding a little edge to sex would probably make it more fun. Surely it wouldn’t make me come face-to-face with anything dark or serious or depressing. He pushed on my knees, forcing them back. That left me wide open to his feasting eyes, and to his wicked mouth.

He took full advantage of my position right away. His tongue delved between my folds to find my throbbing clit. My spine arched as it flicked quickly over my nub, sending piercing sharp blades of need racing through my body. Just as he had earlier, he slid two fingers inside my pussy.

Within seconds, my body was hot and tight, trembling. I was breathless, on the verge of orgasm. Squirming. Writhing. I begged. I pleaded. Still, he tormented me with his mouth and hands.

Knowing he expected me to hold back my release, I fought my body’s response. I tried to distract myself. But it didn’t work. I couldn’t fight it. I just couldn’t.

I relinquished as pleasure carried me away.

Just as that first wave blasted over me, he climbed on top of me and shoved his cock into my convulsing channel. The fullness intensified the pleasure, and I screamed. So full. So good.

“Yessss,” I said as he took me hard and fast. His cock hammered in and out of my burning tissues, and I was so thankful. Sweaty skin slid against sweaty skin. Our breath mingled. The sound of our rough breathing meshing into a sexy song. My stomach contracted with every inward stroke, tipping my hips so he could push deeper, to the entrance of my womb.

How I adored being possessed by this man. I wished there would be no other. Never again.

I would be his. Only his. For the rest of my life.

As the contractions of my climax eased, I gained more control over my inner muscles. Squeezing them produced enormous waves of heat as my body tightened around his.

He groaned, tossed his head back, and lost control. My body responded, a second orgasm ripping through me. It felt as if it lasted an eternity. I didn’t want it to end, this glorious moment. It was like heaven, being in his arms. Paradise.

I felt a cold chill when he eventually pulled out. Empty. I was empty. After he untied my wrists, I reached for him, and he took me in his arms. I closed my eyes and relaxed. The niggling thought that this might be our last moment together for a while kept popping into my head. No matter how many times I tried to shove it out, it just kept coming back.

“I’m scared,” I admitted.

“You have nothing to be scared of.”

That was a lie.

“How can you say that?” I challenged.

“Because it’s true. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

If he was arrested for breaking into MalTech, that would hurt me as much, if not more, than my being arrested. How could he not realize that? “I’m scared about you going back. What if someone’s in the building? What if you’re caught?”

“If there’s anyone who knows how to get in and out of that building without being discovered, it’s me.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “So please don’t worry.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Just in case something does happen, I’m going to find someone to help you, to take care of you. I have some money hidden away. I’m going to use that, plus the cash I have left with me to set up a trust in your name, and then I’ll take the fall for everything. That way you’ll be able to go on with your life, reconnect with your brother.”

My hold on him tightened. Even the thought of being separated from him hurt. And imagining him in prison . . . ? No. No-no-no. “You can’t do that.”

“It would be for the best.”

I couldn’t let this happen. No way. Not a chance. “How will you convince them that you were the one to do it? What possible motive could you present that would be even minutely believable?”

“I don’t know.” He visibly thought about my question for a while, and I started to hope he might reconsider. There had to be another option. “I suppose I could say I was trying to sell off the assets of the company and drain it before filing bankruptcy. That way I’d keep at least some of the assets and wouldn’t have to pay back the creditors I still owe.” His fingertips softly stroked up and down my arm as he spoke. Up and down.

“That sounds so shady. So . . . unlike you.”

“True. But greed does things to people, even good people. I don’t doubt they’d buy it.”

“Probably.”

He glanced at the clock and audibly sighed. “We should go. We have a long drive ahead of us.”

“If there was any other way . . .”

“There isn’t.” He snuggled me tightly. “I . . .” He visibly swallowed.

I held my breath. Was he about to say . . . ? Was he about to admit he cared about me?

“We need to go,” he mumbled.

My heart sank a little.

It was too soon. He couldn’t say the words yet.

Maybe later. Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe never?