Surrender (3 page)

“You will keep the plug in at all times unless it is necessary to remove it for your needs, then you will replace it and reattach the restraints between your legs just as I’ve SURRENDER Kimberly Zant 11

adjusted them. In a few days, once you’ve grown accustomed to this one, we’ll move up to a slightly larger size plug.”

I stared down at his dark head, abruptly feeling mulish. I didn’t want anything bigger in my ass! I already felt uncomfortable, and it boggled my mind to think I was supposed to walk around, sit, stand, whatever—trying to carry on as if I
didn’t
have something shoved up my ass that was impossible to ignore or get used to.

Although the first moments of sheer terror had long since worn off, though, it had left me vulnerable to my desperate needs, allowed me the calm to realize that however reluctant I might feel, I had better keep it to myself. I hadn’t expected this, but I realized I probably should have—would have if I’d had any clue about this business.

It didn’t hurt. I couldn’t complain to the referee, not honestly, that it did, and I knew my acceptance, and my money, depended on complete submission, which meant compliance to anything they wanted of me.

No, as he’d said, was no longer a part of my vocabulary. If I uttered my safety word, we were done and I went home as bad off as before.

He told me to sit down on the bed. When I did so, he lifted one of my legs and slipped a sheer hose over it, adjusting the elasticized upper edge on my thigh. Bending that knee, he settled my foot on the bed and lifted the other leg, repeating the process.

He sent me to stand before the mirror and study what he’d done so that I’d know how I was expected to dress hereafter.

Despite my suspicions about his adjustments, I was horrified to discover that the

‘restraints’ which I’d thought were primarily there to make sure the plug stayed put, pulled the outer lips of my sex back so that the darker pink inner petals were fully, obscenely exposed. It had felt ‘airish’. I’d felt the brush of my thighs against sensitive flesh with every step I took, but I’d still thought I couldn’t possibly
be
as exposed as I’d felt like I was.

He came to stand behind me again, this time slipping my arms into a filmy robe that was the next thing to completely transparent. He tapped my chin to make me look up at him as he tied the thin ribbon at the neck of the thing. “One final thing—You aren’t allowed to cum unless you’re given permission. At any time that you feel that you are about to cum, you must announce it and request permission. If, and only if, it is granted, you may cum. Otherwise, you’ll be punished for disobedience. And if you make a habit of disobeying, you’ve failed to live up to your part of the agreement, which means it will be terminated at my discretion.”

My heart tried to beat its way out of my chest at that. I stared at him owl eyed, wondering what sort of punishment they had in mind.

Nothing to do with pain or that could cause injury! That was absolutely forbidden.

I hoped he realized that.

Not that I thought I had anything to worry about. According to my ex, I was frigid. I didn’t agree with him, but I had certainly never been oversexed, and I couldn’t imagine having a problem containing myself.

It wasn’t until a good bit later that I realized that there were ways to be punished that didn’t fall under either category that were nevertheless excruciating. And not being allowed to cum, no matter what they did, was the worst of all—until I discovered the other!

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A pair of heels finished the ensemble. He knelt before me to slip them onto my feet. When he’d adjusted both shoes, he simply stayed where he was, looking up at me for several moments … or rather the exposed pink lips of my sex. After a brief hesitation, he caught my legs, urging me to part them.

I stared down at his dark head as I did so, wondering what he meant to do.

A shock wave rolled over me when he opened his mouth over my clit. My knees instantly turned to water as he tugged at it with his mouth, sucked it, and then tugged again. Heat rolled through my mind, making me feel weak all over and making it almost impossible to maintain my balance. Mindlessly, I dug my fingers into his hair as he continued licking and sucking until I was shaking all over and thought I’d wilt to the floor.

He disentangled my fingers, caught my wrists and held them at my sides.

A soft moan escaped me in spite of all I could do to contain it. Almost as if he’d been waiting for that reaction, he stopped. Rising to his feet he studied my face for several moments and finally told me to follow him.

I stared after him blankly for several moments and finally, as he reached the door, managed to command my feet to move. I was in a daze, however, as I followed him down the stairs, and it took every ounce of concentration to keep my wobbly legs from buckling.

I was so dazed still as I followed him down the lower hallway and into a room that it was several moments before I realized there were men in the room awaiting us.

“There,” the man leading me said, pointing to a spot on the floor.

I stopped, wondering if I was supposed to sit down or just stand.

The other men rose and approached me.

There were four—five if I counted the first.

Surprise was my first impression, because I was still too rattled by what he had done and my racing pulse to feel much of anything else. Not one of them looked to be more than their late twenties and the plainest of the group was what I would’ve considered ‘nice’ looking any day of the week.

I had been trying very hard since I discovered the day before that I was to entertain a group
not
to consider what sort of men would pay so much for a submissive, but it had nagged at the back of my mind that they would
not
be the sort of men who could get a woman without paying for her.

These men were as far from hideous, wrinkled old men as they could possibly get.

I was fairly certain that not one was even as old as I was. They were clean cut, well dressed—expensively dressed, handsome, well built.

Why in the world, I wondered, would they even consider hiring a woman, much less me?

But then maybe the buzz from that tongue lashing I had gotten on my clit had really scrambled my brains?

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I studied them uneasily as they studied me, flinching in spite of all I could do as first one and then another lifted a hand and caressed a breast, an arm, a thigh, my buttocks. One of the men bore a striking resemblance to the man who had been grooming me, and I knew he had to be related. He was a little taller, I thought, and had a slighter build, though he was a long way from skinny. Two of them were blonds, although one of the two had more of a strawberry blond hair color and the other an ash blond. The fifth had blue black hair and was swarthy enough I thought he might have had a drop or two of some ethnic mix—but it eluded me what that might have been. Of them all, he was the most exotically, classically handsome, borderline ‘pretty boy’ but just a hair too manly looking with his square jaw and five o’clock shadow to earn that sobriquet.

Their personalities, I fancied, were reflected on their faces as they looked me over. The one with ash blond hair was either shy or just reserved. His expression was guarded. He didn’t touch, but he looked me over thoroughly. I saw a deep hunger in his gaze as he lifted his head to study my face that made everything inside of me grow hot and jittery.

‘Pretty boy’ had the look of a player. He was struggling to maintain an air of bored interest, but I could see that his eyes were stormy and his hand shook faintly as he stroked it over my breast and watched my nipple pucker and stand erect. I sensed a good deal of tension in him, as if he was controlling himself with an effort, but that made it all the more obvious that what he really wanted to do at that very moment was to throw me down on the couch or floor and fuck me senseless.

The man with the strawberry blond hair was open faced and, I thought, probably impetuous. He looked more like a randy teenager who could hardly contain his glee than a man approaching thirty.

The one I had decided must be related to my groomer also had the ‘air’ of a player.

My groomer, who had taken up a position by the fireplace while the others looked me over, seemed by far the most dark and dangerous of the bunch and the hardest to read.

I had the impression that he was eldest, certainly the ringmaster, but it was more a matter of his aplomb than that he actually appeared older.

They moved away after a few moments, settling in their seats again.

I was told to sit by the man who had prepared me. Moving to the couch he had indicated, I sat—very carefully. Sitting, I discovered, nearly coming up off the couch again the second my ass hit it, pressed the plug I had almost been able to dismiss from my mind more deeply inside of me and the restraints pulled uncomfortably at the lips of my sex. He shook his head. “Not like that. We like being able to see you.” He moved toward me. Directing me to put my arms behind me to brace myself and lean back, he grasped my knees and parted my thighs and then stepped back to study the effect. “When you’re allowed to sit in our presence, you will sit like that to display our pretty pussy for us.”

I felt my face reddening as he moved away again, and I saw that the others were studying me. A warm wetness filled my channel, however, as I felt their gazes on me—

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made my own mouth go dry, and the fear assailed me that, displayed as I was, they were going to see the effect their interest had on me.

I had gone beyond damp. I felt downright wet, and I feared they already could see the effect, and that was one of the reasons I could see a definite response against their breeches.

“Yes. I like that,” said one of the men, clearing his throat before he spoke, the strawberry blond who looked to be around twenty five but might have been older.

“Anna, this is Chance,” my groomer said, indicating the man that had spoken.

“I’m Kaelen. The tall guy with the black hair is Dev, the blond, Cameron, and the skinny one there is my brother, Gareth. You may refer to us as by our given name, or sir.” I was actually surprised he hadn’t ordered me to refer to them as lord or master. I blinked a few times as I assimilated that and finally merely nodded, wondering if I would remember a single name if it actually became necessary to use it.

Submissive, I reminded myself—whatever he had said, they were all my lords and masters for the duration and whatever doubts I had had before that they would take full advantage and enjoy it thoroughly vanished. There was no reluctance and no conflict on any other their faces. Rather, they seemed to be struggling to hold back the urge to instantly sample their submissive.

I could do this, I thought, fighting a battle of my own.

The plug was an uncomfortable reminder that they were going to expect things of me that I wasn’t used to doing, had never done, but they weren’t at all hard on the eyes.

That, I felt sure, would make it easier.

I

hoped.

To my surprise, once he had made the introductions, the other men got to their feet and left. Kaelen settled in a chair across from me, studying me through slumberous eyes for several moments before he lifted a hand and crooked a finger at me. I got up with an effort and crossed to him. “Down on your knees.” My sex clenched spasmodically and so did my rectum around the plug, or maybe it was the second that caused the first? I got down on my knees, waiting for further instruction, watching with a mixture of uneasiness and, surprisingly, to me at least, almost a sense of breathless anticipation as he unfastened his belt and then pulled his zipper down. “Pleasure me.”

My mouth went dry, but not from reluctance. After staring at him for several moments, waiting for him to produce the cock I had been told to suck, I realized he was waiting for me to get it out myself. My hands shook as I delved the folds of his trousers and found the opening in his shorts. His cock was already hard and throbbing when I pulled it free of his clothing.

It was huge, to my eyes at least, but then again I wasn’t used to looking at one quite this closely in broad daylight. It was long and thick, though. I discovered as I curled my hand around the hard shaft that my hand didn’t span the circumference. His skin was smooth and surprisingly silky to the touch. The veins that ran the length were prominent. The rounded head was glossy. A tiny drop of moisture beaded the slit in the end.

I stared at that drop of moisture feeling my belly go weightless. My salivary glands went into over time, burning as they spasmed.

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engulfing the glossy head. Surprise and pleasure flooded me as the taste and texture of his cock filled my mouth. Without conscious intent, I licked the slit at the tip, collecting the drop of moisture that had mesmerized me. A dizzying wave of heat rushed over me, and I sucked the head with far more enthusiasm, using my tongue to explore the shape of it and trace the ridge just beneath his cock head.

He shifted a little restlessly. I wasn’t certain if it was because he was impatient for me to take the whole thing into my mouth or because he liked what I was doing, but I opened my mouth wider and allowed his cock to slide as deeply into my mouth as I could, sucking on it as I lifted my head again. I released it, looking up at him. “Like that?”

I knew the mechanics of giving head, of course, but I had never gotten the impression that I was particularly good at it.

His voice was harsh when he spoke and gravelly, as if with disuse. “Just like that.

I want to cum in your mouth. I want you to suck me dry. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Anna?”