Authors: Desiree Holt

Unconditional Surrender (14 page)

“She wants it,” she whispered to Diego.

“Of course. Right now Marlena is completely in another world where nothing exists except for her, her lover, and whatever instrument he chooses. See how she tries to grind her hips? She wants him to fuck her. Badly.”

As if he’d heard Diego’s words, Dane reached between Marlena’s thighs, probed her cunt and lifted his fingers so the spotlight over the platform shone on them. Then, with an exaggerated gesture, he carefully licked every one of them.

“She’s soaked,” Diego said. “I’ll bet you are, too.”

He lifted her onto his lap and slid one hand beneath her short leather skirt. Pulling aside the scrap of satin that was her thong, he found her pussy and stroked it. Two fingers slid easily inside her. Kaci had to swallow a moan. Diego had a firm rule about any sounds coming from her in public unless he gave her permission. When he pinched her clit she bit her lower lip and looked at him. His eyes were dark with passion and the knowledge that she was using every bit of her self-control to obey his orders.

“Oh, yes,” he said against her ear. “Your little clit is hot and swollen and your delicious pussy is dripping. If you could promise not to make a sound I can fuck you with my fingers while you watch the performance. Can you do that,
querida?”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

“Good, then. Now pay attention to what’s happening.”

Dane was applying the flogger with slow, steady strokes, not yet exerting too much pressure.

“The key,” Diego continued, as he rubbed her clit, “is to imagine yourself floating on a cloud, in a velvet cocoon, glowing with the effects of two or three glasses of wine. You know how you get?”

She swallowed again, nodded and gripped the edge of the table with her hands in an effort to steady herself. Tremors raced through her body with every stroke of Diego’s fingers, and her breasts ached as he tugged continuously on the chain swinging between the nipple clamps with his other hand.

On the platform, Dane was applying the flogger with a firm, steady rhythm. Marlena was swaying with the limited amount of movement the restraints allowed, and the same erotic sounds echoed from her. Kaci wondered how Marlena stood the pain, how her body accepted it, and wondered if she’d be able to do the same.

“She’s close to orgasm,” Diego murmured. “So are you,
amante. Not a sound now.
”

He increased the pace of his fingers on her cunt while at the same time he tugged harder on the nipple chain. Kaci dug her fingernails into the table as hard as she could. As pain shot up her arms from her hands, the spasms inside her body intensified and she was startled to realise the pain was actually an aphrodisiac.

Diego laughed softly, somehow aware of what was happening to her. “The pain is the real bite of pleasure, Kaci. You will learn to embrace it.” He bit her ear lobe again. “Do not come until I give permission.”

She tightened her fingers even more. It was important to her that she obey him when they were in D/s roles. From the very beginning she knew she could never hold back with this man. No one had ever captured her emotionally the way he did, or cherished her as much. Maybe it was because to him she was not a toy but a woman to respect and adore. She’d been with Doms—both long and short term—who had been more obsessed with asserting their mastery than with forging a relationship, even a brief one. She’d walked out on two of them when the vibes she’d got from them had become disturbing.

In fact, Diego was the first Dom she’d ever been with whom she hadn’t met at a bondage club. They met at a dinner party, but like kindred spirits had been drawn to each other. When out of the blue he’d asked her to go home with him that night, there’d been no question of refusal. Now, nearly three years later, not only was the relationship everything she could have asked for, but he was about to take her to a new level of pleasure. New experiences.

Dane now picked up a flat, leather-covered paddle and without the warning of the stroking caresses, smacked it hard against Marlena’s buttocks. She jerked once and the sound of her cries increased, but then dropped her head back, tilting her body slightly and thrust her hips backwards. The signal for more.

Ten strokes. Kaci counted them, her gaze glued to the tableau. She almost felt as if she was in Marlena’s head. Felt the stinging slap of the paddle. The rush of endorphins in her system. The pleasure that rose through the pain.

Then Dane tossed the paddle aside, reached for a condom on the table, sheathed himself and, bending his knees slightly, thrust himself hard into his sub.

“Ahhhhh.” The sound echoed in the room.

Kaci took a quick glance around and noticed everyone staring at the scene. Many, like her and Diego, were engaged in their own byplay.

As Dane drove into Marlene again and again, Diego’s hands were very busy with her clit and her hot channel, teasing and tormenting. Just as Dane’s entire body stiffened and Marlena bucked hard against him, Diego whispered in her ear, “Now,
querida. Come now.”

Diego thrust three fingers into her, curling them as the walls of her cunt clamped down on them. She exploded into his hand, doing her best to hold as still as possible while her pussy spasmed. At last the shudders abated, and she sat quietly in his lap, trembling slightly. He touched his fingers to her lips, silently urging her to lick them clean. Then he fastened the two buttons on her vest and moved her back into her own chair.

Nearly an hour passed before they were ready to leave. First they waited while Dane attended to Marlene.

“Aftercare,” Diego told her, “but we can watch.”

They sat in a private room with the couple, as arranged earlier by Diego, and Kaci watched as Dane used a warm cloth to bathe Marlena’s back, buttocks and thighs. Then he applied a salve, carefully rubbing it into each red stripe, each welt. Marlene lay on a padded table, head pillowed on her folded arms. When Marlena opened her eyes, Kaci had to stifle a gasp. Her pupils were glazed, as if she were high on something, and there was such a look of pleasure that Kaci was actually jealous.

After Dane wrapped Marlena in a soft robe, he sat her on the table and handed her a glass of wine.

“It helps her to come down,” he explained.

Then the two men chatted quietly while Kaci plied the other woman with questions. Questions she answered freely.

By the time they left, Kaci had more information than she knew what to do with and was more confused than ever. But there was no mistaking the pleasure in Marlena’s eyes and voice, or the calm that enveloped her. Or the intense emotion she and Dane shared. Something Kaci desperately wanted with Diego.

She was definitely ready for him to teach her how to fall into subspace and embrace a new level of pleasure/pain. She trusted him completely. Knew he would never push her beyond her outermost limits.

Her mind wandered back to her earlier thoughts. If there was anything at all that worried her it was the knowledge that this was the longest Diego had ever kept a sub. At the munches they attended, people were only too quick to inform her that two years was usually his limit. They were surprised the two of them were still together. Kaci merely smiled and said nothing, but in her heart she wanted to be the one he stayed with forever.

Somehow she would find the key. And maybe this was the first step.

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About the Author

I always wanted adventure and change in my life, and I certainly got it. I grew up in Maine, a beautiful place to live, then lived in the Midwest and Florida. Now I make my home in the Hill Country of Texas, truly God’s chosen place on earth. My husband, David, was a sixth generation Texan, tracing his roots here back to the time when Texas was a Republic, so retiring here was a dream we finally fulfilled.

I’ve had a lot of firsts in my life—first female sports report on
The Michigan Daily
at the University of Michigan; first woman to own a rock and roll agency in Detroit, the home of Motown; first woman president of the Pasco (Florida) Economic Development Council.

I graduated from the University of Michigan with a double major in English and history, and a minor in economics, and went on to have at least four careers. When my children were small, I satisfied my need for writing by working for weekly newspapers. I had a wild and wacky time managing rock and roll bands. I joined the insanity of retail with a string of shoe stores. I worked in fundraising, public affairs and community relations. But writing fiction was always my dream. I had a lot of stops and starts, but it wasn’t until we retired that I could devote myself to it full-time.

My wonderful husband, David, encouraged me and supported me in my dream and you’ll find a little of him in all my heroes. Our children are all grown and on their own, and are my biggest fans.

When I’m not writing I’m an avid reader—anything and everything—and watching football, especially my beloved Michigan Wolverines. David and I golf and target shoot, and of course enjoy life in the gorgeous Texas Hill Country, where most of my stories are based.

I am a member of Romance Writers of America, and San Antonio Romance Authors, Diamond State Romance Authors, and Passionate Ink chapter of RWA.

Email:
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Desiree loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
http://www.total-e-bound.com
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