Surrender (16 page)

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dropped to my mouth. He ran his thumb caressingly along my lower lip and finally released me. Stepping back, he crouched in front of me and fastened the restraints, cinching them until I bit my lip. I didn’t know if they were tighter than before or if it just felt that way because I had gotten unused to them over the past several days—and then, of course, there was the mammoth plug.

He stroked my clit once he had adjusted the restraints that held my outer lips parted, exposing my tender nether lips. A jolt went through me all over when he covered it with his mouth, despite the fact that I had thought it likely he would. Apparently, it passed the taste test because he didn’t merely suck at it a few moments and let go. He dug his fingers into the cleft of my ass, holding me for his mouth and worked my clit over with the feverishness of a starving man, tugging, and licking, and sucking at it until I thought I would pass out with the fire coursing through me.

Rising abruptly, he gripped my arms and walked me backwards, tumbling me onto the bed. He caught my legs and lifted them straight up, propping them against his chest as he pulled his cock from his pants, brought the thick head in line with my opening and shoved inside me. Despite the fact that I was already breathless with anticipation, my eyes widened as I felt him stretching me. I could feel tremors running through him as he stared down at our joined bodies, watching as he probed me, gathering moisture on his cock to ease his way. He was big, and it was a tight fit without the plug. With it, I wasn’t sure it was going to fit at all.

My body disagreed. Already hot with want, it flooded my channel with enough moisture to help him claim me fully. I struggled to adjust to the fullness as I felt him glide deeply inside of me, fought to catch my breath as he began to stroke me with long, slow, deep thrusts that caressed the entire throat of my sex. He stood watching the glide of his cock in and out of me for many moments, his face taut, his eyes narrowed, his chest heaving as his breaths became more and more labored. Finally, catching my legs behind the knees, he spread my thighs until he could hook my knees over the crooks of his arms and leaned closer, plucking at each of my nipples in turn with his lips and then lingering to suckle each one until I began to gasp with the heat building inside of me, my hips rising restlessly to grind against him. He broke away after a moment, shuddering, panting for breath. Dropping his hands to the bed on either side of me to brace himself, he began to move again, thrusting and retreating quickly, setting a pace that very quickly had me near to fainting with the restriction of the bustier and my rising ardor.

“Kaelen?” I gasped, feeling the first warning tremor as my body gathered itself to launch.

“Yes, baby,” he ground out, his voice a hoarse croak with the shudders wracking him as he reached his own peak. We came together, jerking with the hard convulsions, gasping, shaking as paroxysms of ecstasy rocked us.

He lay heavily against me for many moments afterward, struggling to catch his breath and gather the strength to move. Finally, uttering a pained grunt, he withdrew his flaccid member from me and slowly straightened, allowing my legs to slip downward at last.

I breathed my first decent breath of air when he dropped my feet to the floor and the bustier ceased to constrict my lungs so much. I couldn’t seem to get my feet under me, however, to get up. Kaelen caught my hands and pulled me up when he had adjusted himself and zipped his pants.

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I wilted weakly to the edge of the mattress again when he went into the bathroom to clean up, shivering with the cool air raking across my overheated skin. Too rattled even to think, I got up when he had left the bathroom and headed inside to clean myself up. He intercepted me. Dragging me against his chest briefly and nuzzling his face against my neck and then nipping at my ear lobe, he finally released me and strode from the room.

I collapsed on the seat of the toilet when I finally made it into the bathroom, my legs still too rubbery to hold me up for long.

At least, I thought wryly, he had started my day off right.

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It wasn’t until a good bit later that I had the chance to recall what Kaelen had said to me that morning and begin to understand that I might have been wrong about the entire scenario of the house party. I had reasoned through it beforehand and arrived at conclusions based on my own personal knowledge and experience.

I was broke. I needed money, and that had led me to think poor, which had also led me to believe that I was entertaining a houseful of randy young men who made good money but couldn’t afford to have individual fantasies.

I had been married long enough to realize that men looked upon sex in a whole different way than women did, but I had still been married to a man who’s idea of kinky was leaving the lights on and plugging me in the ass while I talked dirty to him—and I had to be coached on the dirty talk, because I couldn’t think it up to save my life when he was pounding into me. He was also possessive to the point of it being a mental disorder.

The guys had no reason to feel possessive toward me, or territorial, of course. I had been hired to entertain all of them. Obviously, they had all agreed to it and not only expected to share but didn’t particularly care because I was ‘not a good woman’ or I wouldn’t have been for hire.

I hadn’t been especially comfortable about the group sex thing, or doing it when anyone else was around, just waiting, I figured, for their turn. I would’ve been a lot more uncomfortable with it except for the fact that they had kept me so beleaguered I didn’t really have a lot of mind left for worrying about such things.

Kaelen’s comments gave the entire situation a different slant, though, one I hadn’t even considered.

He had said he
liked
watching me have sex with the others.

It seemed to follow that the others did, too—except maybe Cameron, who didn’t seem especially fond of it—and that was mostly why they had gotten together. Maybe it was even a competitive sort of thing for them. They certainly seemed to enjoy competing for positions. Money might have figured in to it. I still didn’t know, and it really didn’t make that much difference to me one way or the other. But the bottom line was, this was their kink. It wasn’t just the submissive part they were in to. They were … voyeurs.

I supposed, to varying degrees, most men were. If they weren’t having sex themselves, they got off on watching someone else have sex—in porno films, at least.

I should have realized before that that was what I was dealing with because the agreement had included being filmed. I had been deeply suspicious of that part and questioned it thoroughly until I was assured, in writing, that no film could be taken of me and sold or duplicated and passed around if I was recognizable on the film. I had finally put that down to ‘holiday memories’ and checked it off when I had made it clear I
would
sue if the pictures were made public.

I had forgotten about it when no one had produced a camera.

But that didn’t rule out the possibility that there were hidden cameras. I just hadn’t thought about it until I realized this wasn’t a college hazing thing where all the SURRENDER Kimberly Zant 74

guys were lined up to use the only woman they could afford. At least part of the reason they were all together was because they were ‘in’ to sharing the experience.

This was seriously weird and kinky, a lot more so that I had initially thought, and I had thought it was pretty kinky from the beginning.

By the beginning of the third week, I had begun to feel far more comfortable around the guys than I should have. It wasn’t really surprising, I didn’t suppose, when I had been intimate with all of them—usually twice a day—for the better part of two weeks, but it was a change that made me worry more and more about my future happiness. I didn’t just enjoy having sex with them, I liked them.

I liked them a lot.

And, in view of the situation, that was a very bad thing for me to be feeling.

Even if they weren’t really territorial, even if they were in to the voyeurism, and the sharing, and the competition, I couldn’t feel like there was a chance in hell any one of them would want anything to do with me after this was all over. They couldn’t
care
about me back if I fell for any of them. I was used goods, seriously used, and worse, they knew every dick that had been shoved into me.

I

had
to get a grip. I had to distance myself, somehow. I had thought if I just withheld myself from the kissing, which was the
only
thing they had allowed me to refuse, I could keep it relatively impersonal. I could close my eyes and
pretend
they were my husband if I had to. In a dark room, a cock was a cock.

It hadn’t been anything liked I had expected, though. I wasn’t separated from them for any length of time. I wasn’t shuttled off and tucked away in a room out of sight when not in use. We didn’t just fuck. We sat down to meals together—like a family.

They joked and laughed and included me in when they were teasing each other or reminiscing, or playing cards, or pool, or watching TV.

I hadn’t expected to get to know them. I hadn’t expected them to be ‘real’ to me any more than I would be ‘real’ to them.

My first inkling that things weren’t going quite as they had anticipated either came when I arrived in the parlor for the before dinner gathering one evening and found Gareth, Cameron, and Kaelen arguing. More accurately, I supposed, Gareth and Cameron had had a few heated words with Kaelen. I hadn’t heard Kaelen say anything at all, and although neither Dev nor Chance looked particularly pleased, it had been Cameron’s slow drawl and Gareth’s angry voice that I overheard.

“Why not?” Gareth demanded just as I reached the door. “We agreed ….”

“Not now,” Kaelen said tightly as he spied me in the doorway.

Gareth flicked a glance at me. “Why don’t we ask her?” I glanced from Gareth to Kaelen uneasily, wishing I had turned around the moment I heard raised voices and retreated to my room again.

Kaelen’s lips tightened. “Because it’s my decision.” He glanced around at the others. “Anybody have a problem with that?”

Cameron sent him a hard look. “Not if you can agree that we all have some say in the decision. Majority rules.” He paused a heartbeat, sent me a quick, assessing glance.

“We’re only saying we want more time.”

Kaelen glared at him for a long moment and finally turned to look at me again.

“We’ll discuss it later,” he said finally. “Anna finds this … distressing.” Anna

did
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Anna
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she
was the object of contention. I wasn’t exactly sure of what had been going on, though. I hadn’t heard enough to have any clue. Except for the remark Gareth had made about asking me, I wouldn’t even have had a suspicion that the discussion had anything to do with me.

And actually, that didn’t make it a foregone conclusion, I realized after I had thought about it a minute. He might have brought me into it for another reason entirely.

Gareth looked as if he wanted to continue the discussion, but after glancing at me, he strode toward the doorway, where I was still standing. Pausing beside me, he lifted a hand to stroke my cheek. His smile was slightly forced. “Don’t pay us any mind, baby.

Families fight.”

He brushed past me then and strode down the corridor toward the door on the other end that led out onto the terrace.

I didn’t especially want to go in if they were having a family argument, but I hadn’t been excused, and I decided after a little thought that if they would refrain from arguing in my presence maybe that was a good thing even if I was uncomfortable.

Chance and Dev either weren’t quite as angry as the others, or they hid it better. When I had settled a little uneasily on the sofa, both men wandered over and sprawled on either side of me. Chance immediately launched into a discussion of sailing with Dev, which I had no interest in since they were discussing a sailing competition and I didn’t know a thing about it.

Cameron and Kaelen moved to the other end of the room.

I shouldn’t have tried to eavesdrop, but the fact that they moved further away to continue the discussion was enough to capture my interest. I couldn’t hear much for all that, because Chance and Dev were talking across me.

“You don’t think it’s likely to cause
more
problems?” Kaelen asked tightly.

“We compete now. What’s the difference?”

“The difference, Cam, and you damned well know it, is that now everyone knows it’s only a matter of order. What you and Gareth are proposing would mean someone gets left out altogether.”

“Might.”

“Would. You forget, I know all of you.”

“Then we do it the same way we’ve been doing it, except it falls to nights, not order.”

“No,” Kaelen said implacably.

Cameron was silent for several moments. “If we assigned five nights ….”

“No. I mean it, Cam.”

“Four, then, alternating, and everything else remains the same.” Kaelen let out an irritated breath. Before he could respond, though, the servant arrived to announce dinner.

I felt like strangling the servant. It was bad enough I couldn’t hear very well for Chance’s babbling and had to mentally decipher half of what they said, and they were determined to talk cryptically, but I hadn’t even gotten to hear what Kaelen’s response to the last suggestion was.

I mulled over it through dinner. Gareth arrived halfway through the second course and sat down. Apparently the walk outside had cooled his temper, but it hadn’t improved his mood.

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Chance and Dev had sat down on either side of me. Gareth, Cameron, and Kaelen had taken the other end of the table. I could tell Cameron had taken up the discussion again just by Kaelen’s impassive expression and the dark color on Gareth’s face that told me he wasn’t happy with the way the discussion was going.