Surrender: Tales of Submission (3 page)

him, and his scent went through her like a small storm of sensation. Dizzying. Electrifying, with his big body warm against her and his breath in her hair.

"Skye, listen to me. You are going to have to find a way to do as I tell you. To accept that. To yield. As I said before, this is a process. If you can't give yourself over to the process, we can't do this. But I think you can. I know you can. I see that in you. Cry if you need to. It doesn't matter. All that matters is just doing it. Do you

understand what I'm saying?"

She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut. She wanted to

do what he told her to, but she was so damn scared

suddenly.

"It's too real," she whispered.

"Too real to deal with?"

"No, just…incredibly, intensely real."

"Tell me again that you want to be here."

"I do, I swear it." She pulled back and looked up at him then, caught his blue gaze. Was struck again by his pure, male beauty. Yes, every cell in her being wanted to be here.

"Just stop thinking," he told her.

How could he know that was exactly what she was

doing? "I'm trying."

"Come with me. I'll help you."

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He took her hand and led her across the room. She

followed blindly down a long hall, through a doorway,

into a dimly lit space. When she finally allowed herself to look around her, she saw an enormous, four-poster bed,

an overstuffed chair with a large ottoman covered in

suede, a fireplace with a high mantle. A fire was burning, the acrid scent flooding her nostrils, the amber glow

casting the only light in the room.

He took her to the chair and sat down, pulled her so

she stood before him. Silently, he unbuttoned her blouse, his hands gentle, almost tender. She was trembling all

over, with fear, with excitement, with an exquisite

anticipation she'd never felt before. When he pulled her blouse from her shoulders, her nipples went hard

beneath the intensity of his gaze.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

She could not believe she was standing here,

allowing this man, this virtual stranger, to undress her.

That she stood so silently, so passively. Yet at the same time, it was her very passiveness that allowed her to do it.

When he unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her

thighs, she gasped.

"Shh," he soothed. "Relax."

But how could she relax when she wanted so

desperately for him to touch her? Her mind was spinning with the possibilities. Something about his touch, the way his eyes roved over her almost reverently, was causing a strange sort of heaviness in her limbs. And the vee

between her thighs grew damper every moment.

And then he put his hands on her. Just laid his

fingertips against the skin on the front of her thighs. That touch went through her like an electric current, sending a stab of excitement straight to her sex. She was shaking as he stroked her skin with small, feather-like touches. He moved his hands higher, and she took in a deep breath.

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When he slid his hands to the back of her thighs and

squeezed hard enough to hurt, she gasped. But she didn't move.

"Good girl. Very good."

Something about the pleasure in his voice made her

heart surge. And the words themselves.
Good girl.
Lovely.

He spent some time just running his hands over her,

tracing the curves of her body. His touch left a trail of sensation everywhere. Her body was heating up beneath

his hands, her sex growing heavy with need, her breasts full and aching.

"That's it," he said. "Enjoy this, being touched. Close your eyes. Let it happen."

She did as he said, closing her eyes, letting her head

fall back as he continued to brush her skin with his

fingertips: her thighs, her stomach, the back of her hands.

Soon she wanted to beg him to touch her breasts, to slip a hand between her thighs. Her sex was pulsing. Every

inch of her body seemed to have a direct connection,

sending currents of excitement coursing through her.

When he finally swept his fingers across her already

hard nipples, she gasped aloud and opened her eyes. She found him staring up at her, amusement in those hazy

blue eyes. But something else, as well. Lust? Yes. He was as excited as she was. And that knowledge made her soar with a sense of power she didn't quite understand. But

then he took her nipples between his fingers, pinching

lightly, and she couldn't think any more. Her mind was

simply telling her,
yes, more
…

He tugged and rolled her nipples, paused to cup the

weight of her breasts in his hands, went back to pinch her again. God, it felt good, like something she'd needed all her life. Her secret desire.

A sharp flash of heat when he said, "Spread your

legs for me, Skye."

She did as he asked instantly. She felt open, exposed.

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He moved in until his face was only inches from her

body, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her

belly. She had never felt so naked. So vulnerable. So

turned on.

He took in a deep breath and said, "You smell like heaven, Skye."

Then he brushed her mound with one hand, just a

brief, feathering touch, and she thought she'd fall over.

Desire rushed through her, ran hot in her veins like a

fiery tide. She moaned.

"I can feel your need, Skye. I can smell it on you.

Trust that I will feed it tonight. I will satisfy your

cravings in a way you've never experienced before."

She loved the command in his tone. Loved the husky

edge of raw desire even more.

"I'm going to turn you over my knee now. I'm going to spank you."

He pulled her toward him, but she fought him,

struggling against a wave of panic. Over his knee? That seemed so…personal. Intimate. Could she really lie

naked over his lap, with him fully clothed and in control of the situation? Her heart thudded a heavy rhythm in

her chest, making it hard to breathe. Could she give that much power to another person? Could she allow herself

to be so entirely vulnerable?

"I…I can't. Adam, I can't do this."

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Adam snaked his hand up and gripped the back of

her neck, forced her down to her knees on the floor in

front of him. He buried his hand in her hair, pulled her head back so she had no choice but to look into his face.

It hurt. Tears stung her eyes. Her pulse raced. A flood of damp heat pooled between her thighs.

"You will do as I say, Skye. You will obey. Do you understand me?"

She nodded her head as much as she could with him

still holding her so tightly. His face was stern, but there was no anger there. Why did she find that reassuring?

His voice went softer. "I understand what you're

going through. When you truly give yourself over to this, to
me
, the panic will go away. And what I'm about to do will help you."

He pulled her up and into his lap, turned her face

down. The wool of his slacks was scratchy against her

stomach, the front of her thighs. He smoothed his palms over her back as he talked to her, helping her to handle it, to accept what was happening.

"You need this, Skye. You need a little pain to give you the chemical release in your brain that will make this all good for you. Endorphins. You got a little just from me touching you. You're so damn responsive."

A small pinch at the skin on the underside of her

buttocks, making her wince. But it didn't hurt, she

realized.

He went on, his voice growing deeper, smokier.

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"You have a gorgeous body. Your skin is incredible, flawless."

He drew one finger slowly down the length of her

spine, causing a ripple of desire to dance over her flesh.

When he got to her buttocks, he moved lower, dipping

between her thighs, brushing her pussy lips. She

squirmed, parted her legs a bit more.

"Good girl. You like it, don't you? You'll love it all, I promise. I'll see to it."

The first slap was nothing more than a quick rap

against her skin. Sensation more than pain. He began a

slow rhythm, moving his hands over her buttocks. She

was surprised that, while there was a slow build of pain as he increased the tempo and force, it felt good. And the harder he smacked her, the wetter her sex grew.

"Breathe into it, Skye, into the pain, into the

pleasure."

The spanking went on, harder and harder. Tremors

of pleasure moved over her skin, spread over her body in rolling waves. She felt an odd sinking sensation and

understood what it was she'd experienced when she'd

first met him. Her mind was letting go, moving to some

other plane. Here, she was hyperaware. She could feel

the hard muscles of his thighs beneath her, her breasts crushed into his lap. And the solid ridge of his erection against her belly. She moved her hips, grinding into him.

"Hold still."

She tried. But as the volley of smacks rained down

on her, her flesh heating up, it became almost impossible.

When he moved a hand between her thighs and

plunged two fingers right into her wet, aching heat, she jumped.

"Shhh," he soothed her, pressing down on the small of her back. "Tell me, Skye, do you need to come?"

"Yes!"

"I'll make you come. But not yet."

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She wanted to cry. But she bit her lip, did her best to be compliant. Wondered for a moment that she found

herself wanting that, to obey his orders. To please him.

He started to spank her again, kept his fingers in her

wet, needy pussy. She wanted to beg him to pump into

her. She clenched her jaw to keep quiet. And frankly, his hand slapping her ass felt almost as good to her as his fingers inside her. She didn't understand, didn't try to.

The slaps grew harder, sharp and stinging. Her skin

was on fire. And her pussy burned with the most

exquisite need she'd ever experienced. Harder, faster,

until the pain reverberated through her body, inside and out. The shock wave of that alone caused spearing shafts of pleasure in her sex, in her breasts, all over her.

He moved his fingers deeper, and the first wave of

climax caused her to clench around them.

"Not yet."

She squeezed her eyes shut and commanded her

body to calm. He held perfectly still, until she had herself under control. Then, as though he knew she was ready

for more, he smacked her ass hard, then harder, and

pumped her with his fingers.

She whimpered, couldn't control the sound.

"Soon," he told her, still working her with his fingers, still smacking her ass.

Then a sharp volley of hard, punishing slaps,

making her wince. Pain coursed through her. When he

pressed onto her clit with his thumb, pleasure joined the pain, became one sensation. She came apart under his

hands.

Her orgasm slammed into her like a brick wall.

Pleasure, pain shafted through her. Her sex pulsed,

clenched. Behind her eyes was an explosion of white

light, and she was blinded by pure sensation, by the raw power of it.

She knew she yelled. She didn't care.

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He worked her mercilessly, milking her orgasm for

all it was worth, until she was squirming and moaning in his lap. Totally out of control. Undone.

When it was over, he was quiet, but she could hear

the ragged cadence of his breath. His cock was still rock-hard beneath her. She wanted him inside of her body,

even now.

He pulled her up so she was sitting in his lap, his

arms around her. He took her chin in his hand, searched her eyes. "You are fucking beautiful, Skye. Like nothing I've ever seen before."

A warm glow filled her at his words, the reverent

tone of his voice.

"And you take it well. Your body soaks it up. Revels in it." He spoke in a quiet mutter, almost as though he spoke only to himself. "Have to try some other things with you, but later. Later. You're done for now."

He stood with her in his arms and carried her to the

bed, laid her down and draped a blanket over her.

"I'll bring you something to drink," he told her before walking from the room.

She was fine lying there, drowsing, not allowing

herself to dissect what had happened to her. She wanted to simply feel for a while, to bask in this druglike haze.

She could easily become addicted to this.

No, she wasn't thinking clearly. This was temporary.

But she couldn't really think it through at the moment.

Too sleepy. Too happy to be there, with him.
Adam.
Right now, there was nothing more in the world she wanted.

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narrow kitchen, a glass of water in his hand. He should bring it to her. But he needed a minute to calm down.

Christ, the way she squirmed and moaned in his

lap…

He'd spanked dozens of other beautiful women. But

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none had ever affected him the way Skye did. What was

it about her? Maybe the way she'd fought so hard when

they were talking about it, then slipped into it as easily as any experienced submissive the moment he laid his

hands on her?

Whatever it was, he had the hard-on of his life, and

he'd been seconds from tearing his clothes off and

fucking her senseless.