Blissful Surrender (25 page)

“No need to get hasty. I’m not quite finished yet, that’s all.” His voice is laced with amusement and the knowledge that he knows he called my bluff. Damn him. I decide to up my game. It is
his
birthday after all, and birthdays are all about treats and surprises.

“I’ll just sit on the couch and wait, no bother.” He quirks an eyebrow and watches as I kick my shoes off and pad across the carpet, leaning back leisurely on his black leather couch putting my work bag beside me.

“I won’t be too much longer,” he explains.

“That’s okay. I have some time.” I smile sweetly at him. With a quick shake of his head, he returns his attention to the papers on his desk, switching between them and what looks like reports on his computer screen.

I grab my bag, pulling back the zipper and reach inside, finding my handcuffs and my F21. Time for the games to begin.

Sitting back against the couch again, I put my index finger inside one arm of the handcuffs and twirl them around my finger, the glint of the shiny metal and the rattle of the chain enough to capture Sean’s attention as he first turns his head, then his office chair around so that he’s facing me. Even from ten feet away I can see the outline of his hard cock in his slacks, his legs spread and open, for comfort more than anything, and all of my plans leave my mind as I’m overcome with the desire to sink to the floor between his legs, unzip those pants, and bury his cock in my mouth.

“See something you like, Sammy?”

“I think you might like what’s in my hands better, Mr. Miller.” I give him a saccharine sweet, innocent smile and he growls as his grip on the arms of his leather office chair tightens.

“What’s in your other hand, Sammy?”

“Oh, just my standard issue F21 expandable baton. You know, the one I
really
shouldn’t have brought home with me. Oops.” My voice is full of high inflections, a mock innocence that just makes the knowing grin on Sean’s face widen.

He stands up and stalks toward me, stopping when he is standing above me, his eyes dark and foreboding, full of heat. “Do you need to be punished?”

“Well, since I took it for
your
birthday, I think it’s only fair.” I giggle, totally exposing my plan within five minutes of being with him. I’m a hopeless case!

Holding out my hand to him, he wraps his fingers around my wrist like a cuff and pulls me up, bringing my body flush with his, my soft meeting his hard. Simply divine.

“I love your dirty plans, Sammy, but as you say, you must be punished. And it is my birthday after all. Shall we head home then?”

I hesitate, too nervous to tell him what I really want to give him for his birthday. The one thing I’ve been holding back on since we came back into each other’s lives. “I … I want to go to your VIP room, Sean.”

He freezes as my words sink in. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to do this for me. I don’t need that room anymore, I have you, and I love everything we do and everywhere we do it.”

I rest my palm against his cheek. “I want you to take me to your VIP room, Sir. I want you to do what you want to me, with whatever you deem necessary. I’m leaving myself in your hands, leaving everything at your discretion,
Sir
.”

Sean

If I thought I was hard before, it was nothing to the intense throbbing I feel in my groin right now. Not only has Sam shocked the shit out of me by pulling out her handcuffs and her baton, she wants me to take her to my private VIP room, to take her at the club, something I thought she was so vehemently against that I didn’t even raise it as a possibility.

“You sure?” I ask, my face full of concern. There is no way I’m going to do this if her heart’s not in it.

She looks at me and smirks, her eyes full of mischief as she hands the handcuffs and baton to me. “I’ve been a bad girl, Sean. I need you to take me to your room and spank me.”

Fuck.

Like a shot of heat straight to my dick, that’s all the confirmation I need. I bend down and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her through my office door as she shrieks in surprise. I hold her still, swatting her ass hard just the once as she squirms against me. “Behave, Sammy,” I growl as I pull out my set of keys from my pocket, and open up the door to my right, walking in and slamming the door behind me before reaching over and flicking the lock.

I lower Sam’s feet to the floor, running my hands up either side of her body, tracing her curves as I run my palms over her breasts. The quick rise and fall of her chest gives away just how breathless she is, and I’ll bet everything I have that she’s wet and ready for me already. My need to have her weighs heavy on my mind, but there is still the small matter of her ‘punishment’ that I must dish out. It
is
my responsibility, you know.

“Strip,” I order, standing in front of her with my arms across my chest.

Her hands rush up to undo her shirt, letting it drop to the floor as she unhooks her bra, then undoes her uniform pants and bends down, taking her black thong off with them before adding to the pile of clothes beside her.

Feathering my hands down her arms, I wrap my fingers around the implements held tightly in her fists, smirking when she resists giving them over to me. “Tut tut, Ms. Richards. This was your game plan all along, and I’m going to make sure that we follow it through. You stay there for a moment, Sammy, while I decide where and how I’m going to take you. No moving, no turning around. I want you to watch yourself in that mirror on the door. Don’t look away. I want you to look and see the woman that I cherish, the beauty I worship, and the body that every man covets, but will never have.” My command is deep and penetrating.

She nods her head, her breathing picking up as the anticipation starts to affect her in the most exquisite way. Her nipples are hard tempting peaks, and her legs are steady but a little shaky.

Walking around her, I put the baton down on the small table beside my beloved red leather chair which I’ll be considering moving to my condo since I’m going to be giving up this room to another paying client. But that can be the good news I tell Sam about
after
we’ve finished enjoying my birthday present.

Hooking the handcuffs to my belt, I saunter toward her, locking eyes in the mirror over her shoulder as I advance on her now trembling body. “Sean,” she whimpers and my hands go straight to her hips, my palms rubbing against her skin in slow circles as I brush her ponytail aside with my nose, gently pressing my lips to the nape of her neck. I feel a tremor run through her body, and I smile as I run my mouth across her skin, peppering a line of kisses to the spot just below her ear, meeting her heated, almost desperate eyes in the mirror.

“Fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Best birthday in years because I’m here with you.” I run my hands inward, my gaze dropping to my fingers as they glide their way along her pelvis, delving into the juncture between her thighs. She drops her head back onto my shoulder, a moan echoing around the room as I brush my thumbs against her slick pussy. I pull back as I bare my teeth and bite the soft skin along her collarbone.

“Fuck!” she spits out, her voice barely a whimper. My hands slide up over her stomach until they’re cupping her breasts, the heavy weight beyond temptation as I roll my thumbs over her hard nipples, squeezing just enough to see her eyes drift closed as waves of pleasure roll through her body.

I run my hands down to her wrists, encircling them with my fingers, and slowly pull them in front of her, holding them in place with one of my hands while the other unhooks the cuffs from my belt and captures first one wrist, then the other until both of her hands are locked in place against her stomach and I can easily run a finger around the inside of each cuff.

“Turn around, Sammy,” I ask and she complies beautifully. The way in which she gives herself over to me is still such a heady experience and a gift I honor every single time.

Her eyes are glazed as they lift up to mine, her head muddled, her equilibrium off balance as she acclimatizes herself to the scene we’re playing. “It’s time for your first punishment.”

“First?”

I run a finger along her hairline, then across her cheek until I catch her lower lip and pull it down. “First and last, sweetheart. I want to feel your skin under my palm, I want to hear the anticipation catch your breath as you wonder where my hand will strike next.” Her eyes flare with lust and I know she’s totally on board with this ‘punishment’. We both know that it’s no more of a punishment than it is a prelude to the mind blowing pleasure to follow soon after.

“I need you to stand over there and bend over the side of my chair, then you’re going to stretch your arms out in front of you, gripping the other side until I tell you otherwise.” She closes her eyes and groans, not shying away from her body’s almost automatic reaction to my heated words.

Unable to resist even the smallest of tastes, I grab her ponytail and pull it back sharply, slamming my mouth down on hers and thrusting my tongue deep inside. A growl reverberates between us as I taste and take from her, her lush body melting against mine in gratifying supplication.

As I pull away, satisfaction surges through me as her eyes slowly open, softly gazing up at me as I offer a sly grin. “Now, Sammy.”

She saunters over to the chair, the soft sway of her naked hips a seductive taste of the pleasures to come for both of us.

Once she’s followed my instructions to the letter, I walk up behind her, pressing my straining cock against her bent hips. I strip off my shirt silently, building the anticipation. When I lean my bare chest over her back, lightly resting against her, her breathing becomes labored until she is panting beneath me, her ass writhing against my dick. I place my hands on top of hers, slowly trailing her now extended police baton along her skin, leaving a swath of goose bumps in its wake as the cold metal drags over her shoulders. Running the tip down her spine, she trembles with need as I inch closer to her ass. Rolling it over the swell of her ass, I tap it a few times expectantly, not missing the erotic moan that caresses her lips. I continue down the back of her right leg, pressing into the dip of her knee until it circles her ankle and travels up the inside of her legs, slowing to an impossible pause at the apex of her thighs, sliding through the slick wetness gathering there before continuing its descent down the other leg.

My own breathing quickens as I bend down to the floor, spreading her feet wide as I lay the twenty-one inch baton between them. “You’re not to move your legs back together, Sammy. I want you to hold this baton between your feet and no matter what I do or what your body instinctively wants you to do, you will not close your legs to me. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she whispers hoarsely, the desperation in her voice like music to my ears. She’s right there with me, desperate for more, aching for my touch, my mouth, my hands, my cock.

Needing her more than my next breath, I kneel behind her and move my hands back up her body, firmly and with purpose as my fingers edge closer to her wet core. I move my head between her legs, suddenly burying my tongue deep inside her sopping wet pussy, the scream that escapes her mouth spurring me on as I spear her repeatedly before running my mouth lower and sucking my lips hard over her hard clit, tapping it with the flat of my tongue until she cries out my name, her climax taking her by surprise as aftershocks wrack her body around me.

Standing back up to my full height behind her, I run my hands back over her ass, rubbing wide circles over her now sensitized skin. “Sean, I … I don’t know if I can handle more.”

Pulling my hands away, I quickly undo my slacks, pulling them down along with my boxers and kicking them off to the side with my feet. “You can and you will. For me, for my birthday. I want to see your ass glow red under my hand before I sink my cock deep inside your pussy. I want you to beg for me, begging for me to make you come.”

“I need you
now
, Sean. More than anything in this world,” she whines as I resume the slow circles over her ass cheeks.

“Patience, sweetheart, you know that I love delayed gratification. Ten years I waited for you. Ten years I waited for
this
.” I lift my hand up and bring it down quickly and firmly, slapping my palm against the pale soft skin of her ass, her scream of shock and pleasure ringing in my ears as I rub over my red hand print soothingly.

“More,” she moans, tilting her hips toward mine. I bite my lip to stifle a groan before spanking her on each cheek in quick succession, running my index finger down the seam of her ass and dipping between her legs and coming back soaking wet.

“You’re enjoying this sweetheart. You’re dripping
for
me. Your body is glowing for me.” She whimpers with need as I run my fingers around her clit with feather light precision, teasing and taunting her in the most intimate way.

“Seannnnn,” she whispers my name and fuck if I don’t feel it right down in my cock.

“You’ll take more Sammy. I want you on the edge when I sink inside you. When your walls clamp down around me.” I trail my index finger firmly over her clit before running it along her slit and right back over the curve of her reddened ass.

Bringing back my hand one more time, I flatten my hand and deliver another blow, more stinging than those before. She screams out my name and I suddenly need to touch her. I lean over her back, the heat radiating off her skin searing my legs as my hard dick nestles into her ass crack. I kiss her shoulder in a gentle, open-mouthed kiss that causes her body to tremble with need.

“I need you as bad as you need me. Tell me how much you want me, Sammy. How desperate you are to have my cock …”

“Please, Sean. I can’t stand it. I need you with me.” The desperation in her voice unmans me and I lose any resolve I still had left to draw this out any longer.

“Fuck it,” I mutter through gritted teeth as I pull my hips back, lining my cock up with her entrance and surging forward, then plunging deep inside her, the slap of our skin the most satisfying sound in the world apart from my name being chanted by the beautiful woman beneath me like the most reverent benediction.