Submission: Surrender, Book One Page 7

  Jacquie inhaled loudly. “Oh-kay.”

  Bree rubbed her forehead. “Have her bring them to you then please put everything in my office.”

  “Absolutely. Have fun.”

  What else? This night wasn’t about forever after no matter how much Bree might have longed for that fantasy. And she did, unable to convince herself otherwise any longer. She’d only agreed to these games and the guys helping her financially because she’d missed them so much she actually ached. Pain Tylenol and even booze couldn’t take away. If she hadn’t cared for them, she would have found other, less enticing partners and kept the past buried where it belonged. But no, each moment she spent with them tore away her armor, leaving her shaky and weak.

  She would have slumped against the wall, but figured they’d notice. Tav might even want another one-on-one, and she’d be begging him and the others to come home with her and set up house.

  Good God, she needed to get a grip.

  It took a moment, but she pulled herself together and returned Lucius’s phone. “Thanks. We have a room. Ready?”

  They pulled on their jackets, stuffed ties in their pockets, and nodded, their behavior as solemn and subdued as choirboys.

  Which would end the moment they stepped inside the room, a tribute to Story of O. The woman who’d written that book had one slutty mind.

  Bree’s pussy went wild again, moisture seeping past it to her inner thighs.

  Tav handed her the mask.

  It covered everything except her lips, feathers skimming her jawline and ears.

  Lucius shook out the cape and held it up for her.

  She slipped inside the satiny material, the fabric cool against her burning skin.

  He folded his arms around her, delivering his warmth, and held the cape together in front.

  Luxuriating in his caress, she leaned against him, adrift in his size and strength.

  Cody fastened the jeweled clasp near the neckline then smoothed the cape, especially around her boobs and cunt.

  She leaned in to his touch.

  He grinned.

  Lucius draped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her against him. “You good to go?”

  As much as she’d ever be in this costume, which should have embarrassed her. To Bree’s amazement, she felt naughty and sexy.

  “What about her hair?” Tav fingered the ends. “What if the staff recognizes it and puts two and two together?”

  His worry concerning her comfort level stirred something deep inside that she’d kept buried since adolescence. She touched his hand. “It’s okay. I always wear it up when I’m working which is the only time I’m here.”

  “Sounds good.” Lucius directed her to the door. “Let’s go.”

  Their journey through the restaurant resembled a perp walk, spectators on either side positioning themselves for the best view: faces lifting, necks craning, several men rising from their seats, conversations halting.

  Her clicking heels and the guys’ slapping shoes sounded deafening. Even the music had quieted to a soft lull.

  Bree gripped the cape to herself as well as she could, hiding her partial nudity.

  Alicia, their server, stopped speaking to guests and turned in place to watch their departure.

  At the entrance, the hostess, Nadine, grinned and winked at Lucius.

  Bree looked at him.

  He stroked the feather near her jaw. “You should offer her a raise. She gave me everything I wanted to surprise you.”

  A better answer didn’t exist. “You certainly floored me.” She bumped her hip against his. “Now it’s my turn.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Wait till you see the room.”

  He hurried her up the staircases so fast, she had to pour on steam to keep up, Tav and Cody also in hot pursuit.

  Patrons stepped to each side, leaving enough room for them to whiz past.

  At the third floor landing, Lucius breathed hard. “You should install an elevator in here.”

  “I already have. You didn’t give me a chance to offer it.”

  “You’re putting this on me? Not a chance.” He smacked her ass and glanced down the hall, numerous closed doors marching up the lengthy space. “Where do we go?”

  To paradise once they were inside. Even though they weren’t into brutal pain, she did want to test the limits beyond mere spanking and increase everyone’s excitement.

  She broke free from Lucius and raced down the hall, gesturing for them to follow.

  Their heavy footfalls pounded on the carpeted floor.

  Stopped at the proper door and panting, she flipped the sign from reserved to occupied.

  Moans, shrieks, cracking noises, and deep voices sounded in the other rooms.

  Cody bounced in place. “Hurry.”

  Lucius opened the door and pulled her inside.

  Subdued greys and browns simulated an ancient monastery where pissy monks imprisoned sinners, forcing them to repent. Electric candles graced the faux stone walls, those flames flickering like the real things, casting the spacious room in an ominous glow. Jasmine and musk scented the air. Sexual toys shone dully in the faint light. Discipline tools hung from bolts, waiting for masters to choose and use them.

  Tav whistled low and long.

  Lucius explored, stopping at the St. Andrew’s Cross, touching the restraint on one side. He looked at her and curled his finger, a command to join him.

  She closed the door and locked it then shed her mask and cape, putting each to the side. The time had come for ground rules she’d dismissed earlier, except these weren’t what she’d had in mind back then. “Nothing happens in here until you guys get seriously naked, right down to taking off your watches. And I do mean now.”

  They stripped faster than she ever had, shoes clunking, belt buckles clinking, jackets, shirts, and pants flying, watches landing on the growing clothes pile. Their boxer briefs the only thing left for them to remove.

  Lucius’s powerful chest was nothing except smooth skin, the color as bronze as his complexion, his small nipples a deep chestnut color, pecs and abs marvelously defined, the stylized dragon tat on his left biceps a surprise for someone who always looked so corporate, except for his long hair.

  Her knees wilted.

  She drank in Tav next, his chest nicely furred, not too much or too little hair, but perfect and in all the right places. As lean and toned as Lucius, Tav looked like a man who enjoyed the outdoors. His skin bore a golden shade from days spent in the sun, the color fitting him well.

  Growing dizzy from need, she regarded Cody, the most muscular of her guys, his smooth chest as bronzed as Lucius’s, the jagged scar above his hip turned white with age. Another healed wound graced his thigh, this one nastier than the other and more recent given its pinkish color. She bit her lip, wishing he wouldn’t take so many chances. No sport was worth it. If he wanted a thrill, he could turn her every which way but loose.

  Collecting herself, she pointed. “Take them off.” Tav wore grey underwear. Cody’s had cream-and-white stripes. Lucius sported ones in solid black. Their legs were muscular and hairy, rods erect, balls plump against the stretchy cotton. “I want to see fucking skin.”

  They obliged and stood before her naked and unashamed.

  Her heart skipped too many beats. She sank to her knees before them, taking in the bounty.

  Tav’s dick was the longest, rooted in black curls, his lightly furred balls pendulous. Lucius’s rod was thicker, arousal making the crown maroon, pre-cum glistening on the tiny slit, his nuts tight against his body. Cody’s equipment fell somewhere between the others, his thatch light brown, prominent veins snaking up his thick column which was erect and rising until it pointed north at his head.

  She clutched her throat at the spectacle. “Wow.”

  Lucius and Tav did the same with their shafts, showing off for her.

  Their display and scents drew her nearer, their musk fragrant and heady, crazy good. “Thanks for doing thi
s.”

  Lucius looked down. “What?”

  “Getting your dicks out of my way.” As Lucius was in the middle, she tongued one of his nuts into her mouth, cupped Tav’s boys on the right then Cody’s balls to the left.

  Their joyous gasps rose in harmony. Lucius splayed his long toes. Cody pushed up. Tav squirmed.

  She held onto each, drawing in Lucius’s natural fragrance, an impulsive moan rising in her throat. His unmatched scent brought to mind heated nights, tangled sheets, pillows tossed aside so he could ravage her without restriction, perspiration dampening his sinewy muscles, his hair gliding over her breasts, nipples, and inner thighs.

  Fighting for restraint, she licked his nut lightly, loving the wrinkled skin and the wiry hairs rasping her tongue.

  Cody growled and groaned, stuck between impatience and pleasure.

  Poor guy. She tended him next, taking his cock in her mouth clear to its root.

  He cried out. “Jesus, fuck, shit, damn.”

  Lucius added his own oaths then growled. “Why’d you stop on me?”

  She only had one mouth and two hands.

  Tav pressed his fingers against hers so she wouldn’t abandon his balls.

  After releasing Cody’s dick, she gestured to him and Lucius. “Change positions. Ask why, and you’ll delay what I’m going to do.”

  They stepped around each other and thrust their hips at her.

  She had them now and fondled Lucius’s nuts then took Cody’s rod back inside her mouth, licking, suckling, and swirling her tongue around the crown.

  He groaned and pushed closer.

  Not wanting that yet, she leaned back then rocked nearer to him, taking his dick in and out of her mouth as her pussy would.

  He gripped her head then pumped harder and faster, his balls tapping her chin.

  Despite swaying back and forth, she didn’t lose her hold on Lucius or Tav, their grunts and moans proving their enjoyment as she fondled them.

  Cody sucked air, wheezed it out, and mumbled something she didn’t catch.

  Intent on giving him relief, she sucked his dick hard as he pulled out then licked it forcefully on the way back in.

  He increased his pace until he practically blurred then stopped dead and bellowed.

  His cum spurted into her mouth, the texture creamy, its taste surprisingly salty.

  Heaving air, he stumbled away, his hip knocking the punishment table. He sagged against it, sank to the floor, and dropped back, arms and legs spread, eyes closed.

  “My turn.” Lucius pushed his balls into her hand.

  Hard to resist, but Tav had always taken up the rear in this group, patiently waiting his chance, like now. He still held his hand over hers, his smile tight, jaw clenched. No one had to tell her he was hurting.

  She kissed Lucius’s inner thigh and kissed his cock. “I’ve already sucked your ball.”

  “I know. I want that back and a lot more.”

  “Only if you behave.”

  His features darkened. He shot a look at Tav then back to her. “You mean wait.”

  “Please?”

  Impatience and reluctance warred in his eyes, his color rising.

  She stroked his hairy leg. “For me?”

  “Fuck.” He lowered his face and slumped. “Yeah, go on. But when it’s my turn, it better be good.”

  “Do you honestly believe I’d give you anything less?” She licked his balls.

  His knees buckled. He edged closer.

  As she lightly squeezed his sac, she drew Tav’s nut into her mouth and stroked his anus, a bonus for him being so sweet and forever worried about her feelings.

  This was his time to enjoy.

  She suckled him carefully and prodded his tight ring.

  He writhed, though not too much, considering she had his nut between her teeth.

  Feeling frisky, she lapped him faster.

  Strangled noises rushed from him. “Fucking hell, you’re killing me. Don’t stop. Ever.”

  A lovely thought, but Lucius was back to growling, wanting his due.

  Focused on Tav, she finished one ball, loved the other, then guided his rigid dick tonsil-deep into her mouth, her nose touching his thatch. Musk wafted up to greet her.

  She swayed at the bewitching fragrance.

  He clamped her head and pumped. “Tell me if I’m too rough.”

  Lucius broke in. “You are. She stopped rubbing my balls.”

  Shame on me. She cupped them firmly, though not enough to hurt, and rubbed her thumb over the hair-roughened skin while gently squeezing.

  He made a sound close to a purr.

  With him happy, she concentrated on Tav as he thrust and pumped, doing to him what she had to Cody: tightening her lips around his shaft, sucking hard, increasing the friction.

  He gulped air, moaned, then slowed.

  She figured to draw this out.

  Being a bad girl, she still suckled, licked, and teased, paying particular attention to his plump crown, tasting his salty pre-cum.

  “No. Shit. Wait. It’s too much.” He held her head tightly to keep her from moving it.

  That didn’t stop her mouth or tongue from lapping and sucking.

  He groaned. “I don’t want to come yet. Play with me for a few minutes. Fifteen or twenty at most.”

  Lucius made a pissed noise. “Are you crazy? I am not waiting that long.”

  Given Tav’s ragged breaths and his cock’s increasing stiffness and girth, she figured Lucius wouldn’t have to. Even so, she eased up, her sucking not as zealous, her licks far slower.

  Shaking like a beaten dog, Tav dug his fingers into her scalp, but otherwise didn’t move.

  She also stilled, except for fondling Lucius’s family jewels.

  Tav coughed, cleared his throat, then pumped once. Twice. Three times…

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I don’t want to stop.” He pistoned his hips rapid-fire, thrusting his cock between her lips.

  She labored to keep up and arouse him further, but he was already a goner. As he hollered, panted, and cried out again, his cum filled her mouth, its silky texture and fresh flavor as satisfying as Cody’s had been.

  Once she drank her fill, she licked Tav clean.

  He staggered back, hit the St. Andrew’s Cross, and held onto it, gasping and swallowing.

  Pushed to her knees, she tried to persuade without sounding critical given he was more sensitive than the other guys. “Shouldn’t you lie down?”

  “Good idea.” He lurched away from the cross, tottered to an empty spot past Cody and collapsed, his knees cracking the floor, then his shoulders and head.

  Ouch. “Easy.”

  “Whatever you say.” He draped his arm across his eyes, his mouth hanging open, dead to the world.

  Lucius’s turn at last.

  He looked down at her as a god might, or a Dom who wasn’t pleased she’d forced him to wait.

  To make up for it, she grasped his ass and buried her face in his tangled curls.

  A gruff noise spilled from deep within his throat, pleasure lacing the sound. “This is more like it.”

  She agreed and worked her little finger into his anus.

  He shot to his toes, his legs wavering.

  “Too much?” She tugged his curls with her teeth. “Want me to stop?”

  He sank back to his heels. “Did I say that? Play as much as you want. I have no shame. I’m up for anything.”

  His confidence pleased her as much as Tav’s sweetness did and Cody’s penchant for pushing the envelope. “You’re sure? I thought you weren’t into pain.”

  His butt cheek stiffened beneath her hand. “If you’re thinking about whipping me…”

  “Nope. I am curious, though. When did you get the tat?”

  “College. I was rebelling then.”

  “Seriously?” She licked his cock, liking how he shivered. “You wore your hair even longer there? Clear past your ass? Braided? In pigtails?”

  Laughing, he lifted her
face so she had to look at him. “No, no, and no.” He breathed hard. “It was slightly shorter than now, but I dyed it pure white. For some reason I thought that would be too cool. Looked like hell.” He shuddered then tapped her nose. “Although I’d love to take you on a stroll down memory lane, I’m nude. You are too. My dick’s hard enough to poke a hole in the wall. My balls want to explode. I’m ready. Do. Me. Now. Understand?”

  His authority was back and probably never far away, though a good, decent man lay beneath his domination. The best of all worlds.

  Censured, she nodded meekly then eased his cock inside her mouth, cupped his balls in her free hand, and sank her pinkie deeper into his anus.

  He gagged, coughed, and groaned.

  Happy sounds. Working him hard, she added a slight twisting motion as she eased his dick from her mouth and dragged her thumbnail across his sac.

  His shout permeated the room. He gripped her hair and tugged, but didn’t tell her to stop.

  Until such time, she wasn’t letting him go, determined to bring out his beast and leave his civilized self behind. She licked his crown and sucked harder.

  His gasp rose to a roar. He thrust his hips, trying to control her show.

  Not tonight. He’d come when she wanted, no different from how he’d played her as she’d lain helpless on the table.

  Resolute, she teased the area behind his crown, a markedly sensitive spot on any man, especially one as virile as Lucius.

  He made a tortured sound then swore.

  Liking that, she squeezed his balls gently and worked her finger in and out of his tight opening.

  He muttered another oath and dragged in air.

  Wanting to steal it, she cupped his sac, taking his heat and delivering hers.

  A loud sigh gushed from him.

  To keep him off guard, she released his cock and stroked it hurriedly while tonguing his balls.

  “No.” He ground his fists into his temples. “Take my dick back inside.”

  “In time.”

  “What?”

  She answered by drawing his left ball into her mouth, sucking lightly, her licks slow. Wasn’t enough to get him off. If she’d guessed right, his approaching orgasm was drifting away, identical to what had happened to hers.