Blissful Surrender (7 page)

Arching her back into my hands and mouth, I pressed her hard nub firmly between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, increasing the pressure until I heard a gratifying moan. I pulled away, moving a few steps back and staring at her, my eyes half open and full of heat as I took the opportunity to take her in.

“We need to get these clothes off,” I spat out before grabbing her dress gathered at her waist and tugging it down her legs until she was left standing half naked in front of me. My mouth watered. Left in nothing but the sexiest corset I’d ever seen and strappy black heels, she was just as exquisite as I knew she’d be.

Then as luck would have it, my night got even better when she lost her head and pulled her hands off the door, forgetting my command to leave them there. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she pulled her body tight against mine. Unable to resist, I buried my mouth in her neck and trailed one hand down the side of her body, gliding past her hip before finding my target, the warm soaking wet crevice between her legs.

“Oh, baby doll, you’re so wet for me. Such a shame that you disobeyed,” I said, my voice low and menacing. “My hand is going to warm your ass until you’re begging me to be inside you.” She moaned encouragingly and I had to reel the desire to busy myself deep inside her then and there.

Not leaving her any time to absorb what I’d just promised to do to her, I grabbed her hand and led her over to the black leather, one-seater chair. I sat down, leaving her standing naked before me. My cock was pulsing hard against my slacks and I didn’t miss Mac licking her lips at the sight. As her eyes traveled down my body, I cleared my throat, causing her eyes to snap back to mine. I couldn’t hold back a grin; my affect on her was written all over her face. She wanted this just as much if not more than I did, and fuck, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d seen in a long time.

“Now would be the time to change your mind, Mac. Otherwise, in less than thirty seconds I’m going to have your bare ass lying across my lap, and my hand stinging from the hard spanking I intend to give you,” I stated, quirking my brow in an unspoken challenge.

What happened after that proved to me that Mac was every bit the submissive I’d hoped she’d be. She acquiesced beautifully, the giving over of her body and mind to me all the more gratifying. It was a gift that I honored every time we were together in the twelve months following. 

She reminds me a lot of my Sammy actually. When Mac and I were together, she bloomed under my strong hand and commanding nature. She told me once that it was one of the most powerful releases she had ever had, and she relished the freedom she felt by walking into my private room at the club and leaving all decisions at the door. The only decision she had to make was putting her hand in mine the first night we met. Something she did willingly. It was sexy as hell.

What made me more proud was when Makenna called me over to her house to let me know that she had finally let herself fall for a man, something she had previously never allowed herself to do. Our relationship was never about a long term commitment. There were no feelings beyond friendship and healthy sexual chemistry.

But now, seeing my Sammy has me contemplating taking my own advice, the same guidance I gave Makenna eight months ago.

“Whatever happened in the past belongs in the past. Learn from it, grow, and move on. Don’t let it determine your future.”

If my parents’ deaths taught me anything, it was that life can change on the turn of a dime so you have to live it like it could be your last day on earth.

If only it were that easy.

Sam

I’ve had two glorious days off work after a six shift stint. Two days that included me sleeping off a rather large hangover in Helen and Rico’s guest room for half a day, then the other half of yesterday was spent having a mental health day on my couch watching television cop dramas. Yeah, I know. Don’t ask!

Now, it’s my second day off, my last before I return to work, and wouldn’t you know it, I can’t sleep in for the life of me. It’s 10 a.m. and I’ve been up for at least a few hours. First, I put on my running gear and go to work out in Lincoln Park. Then I grab a cleansing smoothie from my favorite café and get home thirty minutes later, planting myself on the wooden stool at my kitchen counter to read the newspaper. I know I can read it online, and a lot of people probably do, but there is something about the smell of a broadsheet newspaper … the smudging of the newsprint on your fingers, the folding of page after page giving you that indescribable smell that’s full of memories, moments in time you’ll never forget.

From my place in my small kitchen, I start hearing a weird vibrating type noise coming from my bedroom. I have a moment of sheer horror flash before my eyes then I remember that

a) I live alone.

b) I’m a thirty-two year old woman, so who the fuck cares that I have three vibrators, one vibrating egg, and a vibrating pair of underwear that Helen bought me on a dare.

c) I didn’t use my sex toy collection last night because I fell asleep on the couch in the middle of Castle.

d) The noise is not going away by me sitting here considering all the different vibrating toys I have in my top right drawer.

Right …

I jump up and run into my bedroom just as the noise stops. What the fuck! Now I’ll never know. I scan my room for anything suspicious and come up empty.

Then the noise starts again. I drop to my hands and knees, crawling around looking for the source of the ghost vibration, and giggling because now I’m thinking of what happens to sex toys after they die.

Helen would have a field day with this conversation.

I realize the sound is coming from my bed, so pulling back the comforter to an empty bed, I lift my pillows to find my phone vibrating like a kid at Christmas. I lunge for the phone and roll over onto my back at the same time, feeling pretty good about my ability to answer the call and do a side roll at the same time.

“Hello?”

“Sam, is that you?” I hear a deep male voice rumble down the phone. My heart stutters for a minute before he continues. “It’s Ryan. Sorry, did I disturb you? I called before, but there was no answer.”

I let out the breath I was holding in. Why was I suddenly hoping it was Sean? Why would Sean ring me anyway?

Oh shit, Ryan’s waiting. “Hey, Ryan, sorry, how are you feeling?”

“I’m a little better.”

“That’s great, Ry. Glad to hear it,” I reply, not hiding my happiness at his recovery. He definitely had me worried last time I saw him at the hospital. Unfortunately, it wasn’t his physical recovery I was most worried about.

“Yeah. Hey, listen … I’m at the hospital and they’re discharging me today. I need a favor.”

A lot of thoughts rush through my head. What if he wants me to look after him? Or needs me to do something illegal? Would he ask me to do something illegal? It’s bad enough that he told me in very vague terms that the break in at the club was most likely just something made to look like a robbery. What’s done is done though, and if I have information pertaining to a crime that may or may not have taken place, as an officer of the law it’s my duty to pass that information on. Which is exactly what I’ll do in the morning when I go and speak to the detectives investigating the case.

“You still there, Sammy?” he asks when I go silent.

“Yeah, Ry, just waiting to hear what you need.”

“I hate to ask but …” he hesitates, making me more anxious. I don’t realize that I’m gripping the phone tightly until the plastic exterior starts digging into my skin. “Um, are you able to give me a ride from the hospital? I, uh, I can’t ring Sean and I, uh, haven’t got my wallet or keys on me because everything was at the club when I got brought in.”

Oh, thank you, Lord!

“Oh, sure, Ryan. Of course. What time do you need me?”

“An hour? Is that okay?”

“Absolutely. I’ll see you in the waiting room in about an hour then?”

His voice loses its tightness and he’s back to sounding relaxed and worry-free (for the moment anyway). “Thanks, Sammy. I knew I could count on you.”

“See you soon, Ry.” I end the call and drop my phone onto my pillow beside me. Am I living in some alternate dimension all of a sudden?

Is this like Lost Season 6 where there was a parallel universe and there are really two Sams? ’Cause if there are and she’s in the past … god, there is some advice I’d like to give Alternate Sam on her future and the decisions she’s due to make.

For our first date, Sean had told me to wear something comfortable. It was a Saturday lunch date and he’d told me nothing about his plans, so I’d dressed in a pair of tight, black, hip-hugging jeans and a white graphic tee that I’d picked up from a vintage store a few weeks earlier. I finished off the look with a rainbow colored scarf draped once around my neck with the ends hanging down. Hey, cut me some slack, it was 2003 you know!

Sean arrived a few minutes early, knocking on my dorm room door just before lunch. When I opened the door to greet him, I had to take a few moments to catch my breath. He’d gelled his hair into a sexy as hell faux hawk and had paired a crisp green polo shirt with a pair of loose fitting khaki pants. Think Justin Timberlake in his early solo days and you’d be right on the money. Suddenly I wasn’t feeling nervous about the date, but I was keen to race out the door before my best friend and roommate Helen could see him and start drooling. And to be honest, I wanted to be seen in public with the man who looked like sex on legs.

You see, having been avidly pursued by Sean for the weeks beforehand, I was excited about the date. In fact, I’d been a bouncing hot mess of anticipation all week. Helen was about ready to lace my water with downers just to get me off my high. But nothing was bringing me down, not even calls from my mother wondering why I had only gotten an A- on a term paper could dull my shine.

“Bye, Helen,” I called out to her from the doorway.

“Hey slapper, wait a minute. I want to check out that fine piece of … oh, shit! Hi.” Her face turned a hilarious shade of bright red as she rounded the door to come face to face with a now grinning Sean Miller.

“Hi. Helen is it?” he said, holding out his hand to hers. Even at twenty-two, Sean was all about manners and treating others right. It was the old fashioned values that his grandparents had instilled in him, following the foundation built by his parents before they died.

“Y-Yes. Hi. Sorry, I suffer from a debilitating condition called verbal vomit. Don’t hold it against me. Well, unless you want to …”

I whack her arm and laugh. “Helen!” I chastise but still can’t stop laughing. “Sorry, Sean, let’s get out of here before her
condition
worsens.”

“Bye. Have fun, children. Don’t rush home.” She smiled a shit eating grin, all the while waggling her eyebrows at me before I scoffed and shut the door behind us.

When we reached street level, Sean grabbed my hand and entwined his fingers in mine. Such a simple, straightforward, everyday gesture but it got the butterflies in my stomach excited all over again.

“Do you mind walking for a bit?” he asked assuredly. There is one thing that Sean never showed the world, and that was uncertainty. He was always so black and white, yes or no, left or right. It’s one of the things that made me give in to this date. He was stubborn and tenacious like a dog with a bone. He would not let up until I relented and agreed to a date.