Surrender (5 page)

He hesitated then, and I could see he was debating countermanding the order for me to go upstairs, but finally he dropped his hands and stepped away.

Thoroughly shaken, so weak I wasn’t even certain I could make it up the stairs, I climbed them with a great effort and made my way down the hall to my room. Once I had closed the door, I collapsed on the bed. Every nerve ending in my body was still smoldering, sizzling as if I could still feel the touch of their mouths and hands on me. I ached with the need for fulfillment in a way I had not only never experienced, but never considered possible. I had almost felt like scoffing when Kaelen had said I was not allowed to cum without permission because I had been certain then that it wouldn’t be a problem for me.

I could see right now that it was going to be a
serious
problem.

They were all attractive men, and I was still confused as to why I was so hot I felt as if I was on fire. My breasts had always been sensitive but not so sensitive that teasing them could arouse me almost to the point of orgasm. I was lucky if I warmed up enough to have a possibility of climaxing after penetration. Giving head had certainly never been a turn on for me, and if my ex had cum in my mouth, I wouldn’t have given him any head again.

I found it hard to accept that it had been so hot and exciting just because I had been ordered to do it. There was no denying I had found both Kaelen and Gareth very attractive even before they had driven me half out of my skull with their teasing, and certainly Gareth’s determined assault on my clit had been enough to make me cum, but I SURRENDER Kimberly Zant 21

had been the next thing to frantic before he had gotten that far. I had been so ready I had almost cum the moment he had started.

I didn’t even think it was the fact that I had been made to wear this ‘fuck me’

outfit that left my most sensitive areas exposed.

It was undoubtedly all of it together, though, and the fact that I wasn’t allowed to cum only made me want to that much more.

If this wasn’t their idea of punishment, I was pretty sure I didn’t want to know what the ‘punishment’ for not obeying was going to be like because this was already hellish, and I knew damned well the other three were going to expect much the same. I rolled onto my back after a while, staring up at the drapery canopy above the bed and trying to will my body to cool down. It wasn’t easy when every current of air that wafted over me brushed my nipples and my sensitive nether lips like a caress.

The straps were digging into my outer lips, too, restricting blood flow and making everything else ache that much more. I shifted, trying to get comfortable, but no position seemed to ease the ache, either there or in my rectum … which I couldn’t get my mind off of because of the plug.

The plug Kaelen was going to replace with a larger plug.

My

belly

clenched.

I hadn’t even been here half a day and I was already miserable.

Closing my eyes, I sought calm. My body ceased to throb quite as uncomfortably as it had at first, but it didn’t return to ‘rest’.

Finally, I got up, kicked the heels off my feet, and explored the room.

There were scarves tied around each of the four posts of the bed, I discovered, and I knew the moment I looked at them that they weren’t there merely to hold the drapes.

Feeling my belly shimmer, I turned away from the bed and moved to the armoire. The wardrobe inside was in a variety of colors, but I could see at a glance that each and every garment was pretty much like the thing I was already wearing, designed to offer me for their pleasure rather than to cover me.

Closing the doors again, I glanced at the bedside cabinet that Kaelen had pulled the plug from and finally yielded to curiosity. There were three more plugs I saw in dismay, each about twice the size of the one before. The largest was the size of Kaelen’s cock.

Shivering, feeling oddly more turned on by that discovery than repulsed, as I was sure I should be, I closed the drawer again and looked around, wondering if I actually wanted to know what else the room contained.

I did, and I didn’t.

It seemed inescapable that whatever I found was meant to be used on me, and I was still torn. I didn’t actually want any surprises, but I wound never have known what the plug was for before Kaelen had shown me. The chances were I wasn’t going to be able to figure out any other toys either, and it might just shake my nerves worse than they were already.

I looked anyway.

And mostly I was mystified, as I’d expected I would be, but along with the pangs of fear of that discovery sent through me were currents that were definitely erotic.

I was so busy checking everything out that I was nearly late for luncheon.

Galvanized when I saw the clock hands nearing noon, I slipped the heels on again and SURRENDER Kimberly Zant 22

headed downstairs, wondering where the kitchen was, and the dining room. No one had enlightened me. I had just been told to appear and serve.

I found the dining room easily enough. The men had gathered there, and I could hear them talking. Resisting the temptation to move close enough to tell what they were talking about, I moved further down the hall, knowing the kitchen would almost certainly adjoin the dining room and wondering abruptly if I was just to serve or to prepare.

And if I wasn’t supposed to prepare, who was going to be doing that?

And was the cook going to pass out when he or she got a good look at my outfit?

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I peered around the door when I discovered I had found the kitchen at last. To my relief, it was empty. I went in, wondering what I was supposed to do about serving their luncheon and discovered there was a delivery box on the huge island that stood in the center of the room. Inside the cardboard box were a number of other boxes, these of the Styrofoam variety, and bags.

I took them out one by one and examined the contents, discovering they had ordered Chinese. It didn’t appear to be individual meals, and it occurred to me anyway that Kaelen had probably not meant for me to carry the boxes in and toss them down on the table.

The food was still warm, but not hot, so it had either been delivered a good bit earlier or the delivery place was slow. Either way, I doubted I would get good marks for serving tepid food. After searching the cabinets, I pulled out some dishes to transfer the food into and looked around for a microwave.

I finally discovered it was one of the double ovens set in a sort of alcove several feet from the main cooking area—which was a huge, restaurant style stove with two built in ovens, warming ovens, a grill and griddle and four burners. Awed, I would have liked to simply stare at it and lust over it, but was already running late. Shoving a platter in to heat, I went back to collect plates, assuming the table hadn’t been set either since I was pretty sure there was no one in the mansion besides me and the gang.

Conversation stopped altogether as I carried the plates into the dining room.

I discovered then that it was more of a breakfast room—had to be. It was a large room, but not by the scale of the house, and the table was only big enough to seat six. I imagined a mansion like this must have a formal dining room that would seat a good sized dinner party.

“Where’s your robe?”

It was Kaelen that spoke, and I stopped instantly, sending him an uneasy glance as my mind raced around for the answer. I reddened as I remembered that Gareth had removed it and I had left in on the floor of the parlor.

“I like her better without the robe.”

I glanced from Kaelen to Gareth. There was an undercurrent between them, but I wasn’t sure if it was anything more than a typical sibling dispute. I set the dishes down.

“I’ll go get it.”

“I agree with Gareth. I like her better without it,” Dev spoke up.

I glanced at Kaelen again, wondering which one of them I was supposed to yield to when both Gareth and Dev had disagreed.

Kaelen, I saw, was looking at the others. Finally, he merely nodded. “Forget the robe.”

I could see he still didn’t like it, but I wasn’t sure why. The robe didn’t really cover me. If he was worried about the doubtful hygiene of having a half naked woman serving them it seemed to me he should have suggested I get dressed, not informed me to SURRENDER Kimberly Zant 24

come as I was—which he had.

But maybe he was irritated because it seemed the majority had opposed him and he just didn’t like being opposed?

I picked the dishes up and began to move around the table, setting one before each of them. Chance stroked my buttocks as I leaned to set his plate down. I glanced at him, but he didn’t make any attempt to hinder my progress, and I moved down the table setting a plate before each man. Dev slipped an arm around my hips as I settled the last plate in front of him. Pulling me close, he plucked at my nipples until they were distended and my heart was fluttering uncomfortably fast as it occurred to me to wonder if he meant to take it further—in the dining room with everyone else watching.

Apparently his only objective, though, was to make them swell and jut outward, because as soon as he had tweaked them to the point where they were fully erect, he released me. I was shaking when I went back into the kitchen for the silverware.

Stopping long enough to pull one dish out of the microwave and put another in, I set the timer and gathered the silverware and napkins. Again I made the rounds, and as I did, first one and then another plucked at my nipples or stroked my buttocks.

I couldn’t decide if it was just some sort of game to them, if they were trying to rattle me, or if they simply couldn’t resist since it was so available. I supposed it was the availability, but it shot my concentration to hell. I dropped three glasses trying to get their beverages and all three shattered.

Biting my lip, certain they had heard the crash and breaking glass—wondering if it was going to be deducted from my pay—I looked around for a broom closet and found a broom and dust pan to clean up the broken glass.

No one touched me when I brought the drinks out.

I had to suppose it was because they didn’t want me to accidentally drop iced tea in their laps.

It occurred to me about the time that I had heated up all the food that servers generally didn’t eat with those they served, which was fortunate since it gave me the opportunity to fix a plate for myself before I had taken all the food in to them.

Not that I was terribly hungry. I had settled a good bit since the incident in the parlor earlier, but I was still over warm. The blood was still singing in my veins, low key now, but enough to keep me on edge, and Dev’s teasing my already ultra sensitive nipples hadn’t helped.

I fixed myself a plate anyway and carried the heated food in to set it on the table.

Kaelen looked as if he might object, but he didn’t say anything, and it wasn’t until I had returned to the kitchen for the remainder of the food that it occurred to me that I might have been supposed to actually place the food on their plates.

Irritation flickered through me. I wasn’t a trained servant, whatever they seemed to think. This was the way I served food in my own home. If it wasn’t what they wanted, they would have to be more forthcoming. I couldn’t read minds.

I was pretty good at reading expressions, though, and my instincts told me I had screwed up. To my relief, I saw when I made it back into the breakfast room that they were passing the platters around and helping themselves. I set the last two platters down and went back into the kitchen to eat my own meal.

I had only taken a few bites when Cameron pushed through the swinging door that separated the two rooms. He was holding an empty glass, I saw.

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Sighing, I got up and retrieved the pitcher of tea from the refrigerator. He set his glass on the counter as I reached him then took the pitcher from my hands and set that down as well.

Catching me around the waist, he lifted me up and set me on the counter. I gasped in surprise as he did, and then sucked in another quick breath as my bare ass settled on the cold counter, and then winced as my weight pushed on the plug, sending vibrations along my nether channel that set my teeth on edge. Pushing my thighs wide, he examined me with his gaze and his hands. I groaned inwardly. If this was their idea of initiating me slowly into servicing five men, I wasn’t going to make it through the first week.

I had known there would be some sex, but I had thought they were mostly just

‘in’ to having a submissive they could order around. I had expected to be picking up after them and fetching and carrying. I had not expected to be fondled until I was a mindless idiot and just about ready to start humping the bedpost.

I flinched when he began to fondle my breasts, knowing what was coming and completely unable to brace myself. Unlike Gareth, Cameron was gentle, and I still went up in flames the moment I felt his mouth close over my nipple, felt the heat of his mouth and the gentle suction. He pulled at it endlessly, flicking his tongue over the already excruciatingly sensitive bud until I was shaking all over and right back up at the peak, teetering toward climax and unable to reach it.

If he touched my clit, I thought wildly, I was going to cum, and then I was going to find out what Kaelen had meant about punishing me.

And

I

knew
I didn’t want to find out what that was like if this wasn’t their idea of punishment.

I was ‘saved’ as he finally released the breast he had been tormenting by the opening of the kitchen door. Dev folded his arms and leaned against the opposite counter, apparently with the intention watching.

Cameron didn’t seem too keen on being watched.

I found my voice with an effort. “Did you need something?” Dev didn’t care for me asking. He sent me a ‘look’, one of those chiding expressions I had learned already from Kaelen that meant I hadn’t behaved as I was supposed to. “You’re not to speak unless spoken to.” The comment pierced the erotic high Cameron had given me. As I had suspected, it was yet another rule that they had forgotten to mention. I wondered if they were going to get together in the evening and review just how many times I had stepped out of submissive role. If they did and they started counting points against me, I was going to be in trouble.