Surrender (6 page)

Yes, each time in his arms, she died just a little.

But what a way to go.

She shuddered as he arranged her clothing to some semblance of normalcy. She could smell his spicy aftershave as his gentle hands cradled her against his chest. She wanted to stay there, nestled in his arms. Too soon, the aftershocks of her climax subsided and the car stopped. They were home.

Her home for the next couple of days. And nights.

He gathered her in his arms and lifted her from the car with little effort. Satiated and tired, she leaned her head against his strong chest and felt the strong beat of his heart as he took the stairs two at a time to his darkened bedroom suite.

He brushed a soft kiss against her lips. "I want you—now." As he slid her body down his and she could feel the hardness of his long, thick cock trapped between them, Isabella trembled with both anticipation and a sense of adventure. She was sure the balls were just the tip of the iceberg in terms of what Lyon had in store for her. She couldn't help but be intrigued and yes, aroused by this man, who could be both cruel and tender.

He stepped away and lit several tall, thick candles. Next, he pulled off his tie and threw his jacket over a chair. Facing her, he nodded. "Turn around, darling. Lose the dress. Keep the shoes on."

He settled in a fat corner chair, naked from the waist up, his arms folded on his chest, a creature who appeared to exist from another world. Isabella focused on him, couldn't tear her eyes from his chest and his beautiful scarred face. Her control wavered. She wanted his hands on her. The power from his flesh and bone pulled her into his spell, capable of making her run or commanding her to do anything he desired. She pulled on the dress and let it spill around her ankles, then stepped out of it. Her heart slammed unmercifully as he stared back at her.

Naked and feeling strangely uninhibited, Isabella had never felt so sexy and empowered as she walked toward him wearing nothing but tall, red stiletto sandals. His eyes darkened and trailed over her from the crown of her head to her crimson toenails.

A tiny bead of sweat tickled her neck and slid down her back. She clenched her hands at her sides. Anticipation drugged her as she sauntered before him. He hadn't even touched her and already the inside of her thighs moistened.

"Straddle me, open your legs, and give me your pussy, now."
Yes, oh yes. Put your tongue inside me; suck me until I go mad.
She obeyed without question.

The first hot touch pushed her off balance, and Isabella grabbed for his broad shoulders. Bracing herself, she swayed as his tongue found her swollen bud and sucked, and his large hands pushed her ass toward his waiting, hungry mouth. Wet with need, she groaned, enticed further by the erotic sounds coming from her own lips. She arched against his face, her body tight, readying itself for orgasm.

"Give me everything." Lyon's voice rocked her and she prayed he wouldn't stop. Adrenaline raced through her as his hands slid from her ass to her nipples, pinching them and bringing her pleasure-pain from the sensations.

"Come for me, I need to taste you again."

That sexy voice of his drove her to push flush against his mouth. She was so close.

"Now, darling, now."

His hoarse whispers called to her. She stilled; his tongue darted in and out of her hot, wet channel faster and harder. Her dam broke loose, and with a wanton cry, she collapsed to his lap, shuddering from the aftershocks.

For a moment, she thought she'd lost consciousness, but then heard his hoarse laugh.

"So responsive." She heard him say, as his lips crushed hers, leaving no doubt that she belonged to him. "So beautifully responsive." She seemed to fall under his spell. Lyon's lips and tongue not only kissed as if desperate, as if he needed her, but never in her life had she found oral sex so rewarding.

"On your knees, Isabella."

She nodded and knelt before him, lifting her head.

"Taste me, Isabella. Put me in your mouth, wrap those warm lips around my cock, and take me."

He leaned back, legs apart, his long cock surrounded by a dusting of black hair, his sack tight and high, nestled beneath his length. Isabella caressed him, lowered her head and touched her tongue to the tiny slit, tasting his essence. He was magnificent.

"Suck me," he said.

Heat ribboned through her as her mouth surrounded his crown. He pumped into her, and she relaxed so his length touched the back of her throat. He tasted like fire, sex, and dark secrets.

His long, low groan empowered her. His hands entwined in her hair, wrapping it around his wrist until she couldn't back away if she tried. She cherished the sounds he made. Isabella sensed the explosion as he tightened his grip in her hair. He let out a carnal roar. "Isabella, ah, ah!" He cried her name as he pumped once more deep inside her and then stilled. His cry split the night as he released his passion into her mouth.

Breathing hard, he pulled her off him and brought her to his chest. His kisses engulfed her. With his nostrils flared and his hair wild and long, he reminded her of a jungle cat. His powerful body held her, his dark gaze promising more to come. And she was right.

"The night has just begun, my beauty." He pushed her hips into the cradle of his lap. His cock was already rock hard. "I want you on the bed, on your back, and spread wide for me."

Her body ached to do as he said. She wanted him, wanted this. Quickly, she stepped over to the large bed, then climbed on top to lay on her back, mindful Lyon was watching her every move.

Slowly, deliberately, she opened her legs and waited.

Isabella watched as he sauntered to the bed like a graceful animal. The terrace doors were open and the curtains swayed furiously as thunder rumbled through the room. Looking at Lyon, Isabella knew there would be more than one storm splitting the night.

He walked to the armoire and removed several items, while she shivered, waiting to see what he had in store.

"Give me your arms, darling."

She obeyed without protest as he tied her wrists to the bedposts and then moved on to her ankles, tying each foot to a post. Her heart raced, her body ached, and Isabella found herself a willing sacrifice, her body wide open for him. How had she come to that conclusion? She'd been here with Lyon such a short time. In the past few hours, however, the anger and resentment she felt was directed toward herself. She'd bartered her body for money.

You knew what he would want in return for the loan, and yet, you turned to him.
Yes, Lyon had been sarcastic and cocky and seemingly indifferent, but never once had he hurt her.

In fact, he'd done nothing except make her
feel.
He'd shown her the beauty of his home and magnificent gardens, made love to her as if she were the only woman on earth.

You invaded his space, showed up out of the blue after five years, and asked him for
money. He never hesitated.

As she watched him climb on the bed beside her, she held no fear of what would happen here. She readied herself to submit to Lyon and his dark passion. He knelt next to her, his hoarse whisper sending ribbons of heat to her nipples.

"Next, the blindfold. I want you to feel the experience of touch, sound, and taste." She nodded, leaving everything to him. Naked and spread-eagled on his bed, she could feel a strong breeze and hear crackling thunder. She imagined Lyon had harnessed the sky's powerful energy and made it his own.

Bound and blindfolded, anticipation ruled her mind and body. Lyon moved around her. Her sense of hearing grew acute while her eyes saw only darkness. She could smell his spicy scent, sense him closer. Isabella's heart fluttered like the wings of a trapped butterfly.

Rain began to fall. Fat drops beat against the house as she felt the bed dip and suddenly his lips crashed upon hers like a pounding sea against the rocks. She found herself drawn to his strength, waiting for the welcoming burn of his mouth on her pussy, his lips sucking her aching nipples.

"I love looking at you, especially when you're ready to come, Belle." He nipped at her earlobe, making her ache for all of him. Then he trailed down her body, first to her chin, then to her throat. His hands palmed her nipples, squeezing them until she moaned from the tiny pulses of pleasure soaring through her.

"Don't stop," she managed to say, as he cupped her breasts and fondled them, making her writhe, bringing her senses to the fore.

"Don't talk, just feel."

His mouth blazed a heated trail down her torso. She picked up the smell of sweet tea roses while rain beat against the terrace doors as if demanding entrance. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the fierce tempest grew near, along with her body's need to let go.

Isabella had never been so vulnerable, her body open and naked. Her pussy ached for him, for satisfaction, and Lyon would not disappoint. She felt him move, leave the bed, and return.

He settled beside her, and a cool sensation bit her aching nipples. Clamps. Control waned as the tightness of the toy gave her the sublime pleasure she savored. The clamps gripped her oh-so-sensitive nipples, and she cried out, not from pain but from an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

"I love your breasts." Lyon whispered. "They are full and swollen and filled with arousal. Your nipples are so hard. I can almost see them throb from the pressure." Yes, more, touch me everywhere, she thought, but didn't speak her desire. Lyon would know. Maybe he'd always known.

So close his lips tickled her ear, he whispered. "I'm going to devour your pink flesh until you scream for mercy, Belle. Do you know what I want? I want to kiss your succulent mound and suck your clit. Would you like that?" She nodded, again electing not to speak, to save her strength for what he had planned for the both of them.

"Good."

Good. A single word and her world rocked and spiraled out of control. His thumbs spread her pussy open to his gaze. He blew gently on her sensitive flesh, quickly pierced her slit with his tongue. In and out, up and down, relentless in his quest to drive her insane.

Lyon, don't stop.

"Lift your hips for me, Belle."

He smeared lubricant around her tiny puckered hole, and she held her breath. He was tender as he circled the outside, spreading the lube. He stopped his ministrations and leaned into her.

"Do you trust me?"

She swallowed hard, her body a sea of sensation. He said he'd never hurt her, and she believed him.

"Yes, I trust you."

"I'm glad."

The next thing she knew, her wrists and legs were free. He removed the blindfold as well. She stared up into the eyes of her beast, and observed blue orbs deepened by lust. She trembled in anticipation. He removed the nipple clamps and the sensation of pleasure-pain made her scream.

"On your stomach and lift your hips, love."

She turned over and felt Lyon kneel behind her. He spread her legs and pulled her hips up. His thumb, lubed and slippery, slid over the puckered opening of her ass. Slowly he breached her seam and with a slight push, glided the single digit inward. Isabella let out the breath she was holding and a warm flush flooded through her. She'd never had anal sex and didn’t know what to expect. But this new experience was dark and exciting.

His thumb slid in and out of the tight opening while shivers rolled up her spine, and her nipples turned hard and aching.

Again, he pulled out, and smeared more lubricant around her tiny opening. He then inserted two fingers inside her slick channel, and Isabella felt a burning pressure.

"Take a deep breath, darling." When she obeyed, he moved his fingers inside her, stretching her skin to accommodate him.

"Exhale, love, and relax. Remember, I won't hurt you, ever." With his fingers spread in her rear, she experienced a tiny burn. Lyon's other hand reached for the tube of lubricant braced on the bed as he pushed deeper. Isabella experienced pressure but no pain. She found herself leaning into his hand when more lubricant was squeezed between her cheeks, to stretch her wider to accommodate him. Isabella's eyes closed tightly as she adjusted to the sensations and let out a soft whoosh of breath.

Lyon applied more lubricant. The cool fluid slid down between her legs, and again, Lyon inserted two fingers, stretching her, readying her for his onslaught. She felt his fingers tremble.

"You have no idea how sexy you look with your ass up in the air, waiting for me to claim it, ma Belle. You are mine, Isabella. Mine."

And with that, two hands were holding her hips firmly, and she felt the smooth head of his cock against the tiny puckered opening. She braced herself. Lyon whispered softly. "Relax, darling. Trust me, and just let go." Slowly, with excruciating tenderness, he pushed himself into her rear. Isabella naturally tensed at the invasion, gripping the sheets tight and shutting her eyes.

"It will hurt for just a little while, then I will bring you pleasure as you've never known."

She moaned as he pushed into her ever so slowly. Lyon's groan came out in a sexy rasp and nearly sent her over the edge.

"Just enjoy the sensations," he whispered, and the fullness of his cock entered her. The combination of his fingers squeezing her clit and his cock in her ass was sublime. "That's it, darling, take all of me. Ah, you feel so hot and wet and luscious." He moved by degrees inside her, and Isabella knew he was being careful not to hurt her. His fingers moved up and down her clit, and Isabella couldn’t take much more. She was going to pass out. It was all too much for her. The pleasure was overwhelming; his fucking consumed her.

"More, I need more,
ah
. . . ."

Lyon pushed farther into her, the fullness of his cock sending frissons of intense pleasure-pain washing over her. He began to quicken his moves, fucking her faster. The pleasure erased the pain and Isabella shut her eyes, letting the sensations fill her. His hand left her clit and he braced himself on her hips, firmly keeping her in place while he stroked, in and out. Isabella heard a long, deep groan. He was close, so close.