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Authors: Kimberly Zant

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“We’re ready for desert,” he continued when he saw he had rendered me speechless.

I blinked at him, searching my mind for something that had been in the delivery box that had looked like desert. I had emptied it, though. I knew there wasn’t a desert in there.

That comment effectively distracted me from the first one, though.

Cameron helped me off the counter and apparently took pity on me. After studying my look of confusion for several moments, he said, “You.” That wasn’t very helpful. Me, what, I wondered?

SURRENDER Kimberly Zant 26

A slow grin curled Dev’s lips. “Chance, Cameron, and I haven’t had our head today. You’re to come into the breakfast parlor and take care of that.” Shock wafted through me at that announcement. I’m sure I still looked bewildered as the two men escorted me back into the parlor. Dev led me back to his place and released my arm, settling in his chair and unfastening his pants. I could feel all eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look around. Instead, I got down on my knees.

Dev was only semi-erect, I discovered, but he ‘blossomed’ even as I reached to grasp him. The circumference of his cock was somewhat less than either Kaelen’s or Gareth’s. I knew this because my fingers didn’t meet on either of theirs and they did on his, not because I was in any condition to perform accurate calculations in my head. He was somewhat shorter, too, I thought. Not by a hell of a lot, but I discovered it was a little easier to take his cock into my mouth and I could take more of it.

Either my technique didn’t turn him on as much as it had the brothers, or the fact that we were being watched distracted him, or he was just stubbornly holding out on me.

My jaws were aching by the time I had managed to bring him off and so were my knees and back.

And I was still keyed up and ready to explode, my needs overshadowing even weariness.

Chance, poor man, was no more than average, not that he had any reason at all to be self-conscious, except that, compared to his friends, his average six inches looked small. He was also either far more sensitive, or far hornier, or far less able to hold his seed. Or maybe he had been worked up by watching me bring Dev off? Whichever the case, he was so excited that he ejaculated within moments of my first experimental suckling on his cock.

Relieved, I got up with an effort and moved to Cameron. To my surprise, he caught me around the waist when I stopped in front of him, turned me around, and pulled me down on his lap. Almost as if it was a signal, the other men got up and wandered casually from the room—except Chance, who staggered out a little drunkenly. Kaelen paused in the doorway as he was leaving and turned to fix Cameron with a look I had trouble interpreting. “Remember the agreement.” I thought he was talking to me at first, but Cameron nodded.

Kaelen flicked a glance at me and left without another word.

What agreement, I wondered?

Almost as if he could read my mind, which probably wasn’t a great feat considering I was baffled and it probably showed, Cameron dragged me back against his chest and covered my ear with his mouth, sucking on it and bringing an eruption of goose bumps that made my poor nipples tighten painfully. “Not today, baby,” he murmured when he had ceased teasing my ear and reached around me to cup and massage my breasts, plucking at the engorged nipples, “but you
will
cum for me.” I wasn’t so sure it wouldn’t be today, because I was in a bad way. I deduced from the comment, though, that there had been some agreement between them that I was to wait to have my pleasure—which I had already figured out. I just hadn’t realized it was something they had decided between them. More importantly, it was some relief to realize they planned to allow me to cum at some point, that the torment wouldn’t be endless.

That settled in my mind, my thoughts turned to my current dilemma, and I SURRENDER Kimberly Zant 27

wondered why Cameron and I had been left alone. The others seemed to like watching as much as they enjoyed participating, or at least almost as much. Was Cameron just different, I wondered, or did he have a reason why he didn’t want to be watched?

The thought that leapt most immediately to mind was that he was self-conscious and that led me to suspect it was because he was less well endowed than his friends.

Under the circumstances, it seemed a reasonable supposition. Of the five, Cameron was the smallest. I doubted he was much more than five nine or ten and the others were at least six foot tall. His build was more wiry than muscular, though he was certainly not either skinny or weak. He had lifted me straight up from the floor and set me on the counter, and I was no frail little thing.

The mental exercise didn’t distract me a good deal from what he was doing, and not at all after a few moments. His touch was unhurried, but I could feel tremors running through him and that communicated itself to me as high arousal even though he seemed in no great hurry to get me on my knees to service him.

His cock was hard. I could feel it digging into my buttocks.

He urged me to stand after a few moments. I turned to him, expecting he was ready for me to suck him off. Instead, I discovered that he had stood, as well. Leaning over the table, he used one arm to clear a spot, grabbed me around the waist, and settled me on the table top.

His gaze held mine as he slipped his hands down my thighs and finally grasped my ankles. I leaned back as he lifted them, finally going onto my elbows for support as he placed my heels on the edge of the table. Anxiety smote me. I had cooled somewhat, but not nearly enough I feared to hold back if he decided to tease my clit.

Mentally, I braced myself the best I could for the onslaught, trying to focus my mind on something else, anything else. It was ironic that I had spent most of my marriage struggling to focus on the sex act so that I could get something out of it and now found myself, in the course of less than a day, having to fight to get my mind on something else to keep from coming.

He stroked my legs from hip to ankle again and again. Finally, he lifted one leg, pushed the slipper off and brought my foot to his mouth. I stared at him, mesmerized, feeling my belly jumping and twitching even before he opened his mouth to suck my toes. The effect on me wasn’t at all what I had expected. I had very sensitive feet, sensitive to the point that I generally disintegrated into helpless paroxysms of laughter if anyone touched them. I was completely unprepared for the bolt of fire that shot through me. Moisture flooded my sex, but I was too enthralled by the effect he was having on me to entertain any anxiety about the fact that my ass was on the dining table.

I could hardly catch my breath as he slowly savored my toes, flicking at them with tongue. He moved, after a few moments, along my foot, raking his teeth along the sensitive instep and then upwards along my calf. By the time he started up my inner thigh I thought I was going to pass out from oxygen starvation. I held my breath as he reached the apex of my thighs, expecting him to begin to tease my cleft, certain I would explode the moment he touched me. He hovered over my aching clit a moment, his harsh breaths steaming me there, then he moved to the other thigh and wound his way downward until he had sucked the toes of my other foot.

He settled that foot on the table again, studying my face for a long moment, his blue eyes glazed and glittering with the needs I could see were nearly as powerful as my SURRENDER Kimberly Zant 28

own. He swallowed thickly when his gaze finally moved to the pink, swollen lips of my sex. “Just a taste,” he said hoarsely, leaning down.

I groaned as the heat of his mouth covered me, blackness and stinging sensation covering me at the same time. The movement of his mouth and tongue were savoring rather than voracious, but it made my heart slam against my ribcage painfully, brought me nearer to passing out. “Cameron!” I gasped shakily. “I can’t … I can’t ….” He lifted his head. “Just a little more, baby. You taste so good.” I gasped, groaned, shook all over as he plucked gently at my clit and sucked. I was near to weeping with a mixture of relief and disappointment when he finally stopped and straightened. Lowering my legs, he drew me from the table to stand. To my surprise, he pulled me against him, slipping his arms around me and holding me while he stroked my back almost soothingly.

I was still shaky when he released me and sat down in the chair, but I had regained some measure of control. I went down on my knees as he unfastened his pants and unzipped them.

The thing he dragged out of his pants was a monster. A shock wave traveled over me as I reached to take it in my hands, wondering how the hell he had managed to hide something that big. It wasn’t purely imagination, and it wasn’t a trick of the eyes due to a comparison between his slight form and the cock he presented me with. I couldn’t close my hand around it, not even close. I was doubtful I could get my mouth around it without unhinging my jaws.

I was eager, though, so eager I was far more interested in getting him in my mouth than massaging him as Kaelen had taught me. My jaw popped as I covered the cock head with my mouth. I sucked it eagerly, realizing even as I did that I wasn’t going to get much more than the head in my mouth, and there was a
lot
more than head.

Almost reluctantly, I gave up the meat I had been sucking on mindlessly and began to massage him. I used two hands after a few moments when I saw that I couldn’t cover enough territory with one to do more than irritate him. Tremors of need were wracking him even before I began. It turned me on that he was so aroused from touching me, encouraged me to work feverishly to please him. He groaned raggedly from time to time, shifting in his seat as I alternated between massaging his cock and struggling to engulf as much of it as I could in my mouth to suckle it.

Discomfort didn’t enter my mind. I was so aroused I was completely focused on my newest toy, ravenous for the taste of him, desperate to suck his seed from him. When he finally uttered a guttural groan and yielded his seed, my body convulsed half-heartedly with pleasure. It was enough regardless to give me boundless enthusiasm, and I stroked and sucked at him until he could give me no more.

I had climaxed, I realized guiltily when I sat back on my heels at last, huffing for breath. It hadn’t been much of a climax when all was said done, but my body had reached a surfeit of what it could take in the way of stimulation and knocked the edge off.

I hoped Cameron had been too caught up in the throes of his own release to realize it. Something told me from the way he looked at me that he suspected. He said nothing, merely drawing me up onto his lap and nuzzling my neck appreciatively as he cuddled me. He leaned back after a moment and studied my face, stroking a shaking finger along my jaw and then tracing the curve of my lips. “Something tells me,” he said huskily, “that we’re all going to be a sorry lot that we agreed to no kissing. I know I am.” SURRENDER Kimberly Zant 29

I swallowed convulsively. Until he said it, I had forgotten that that wasn’t on the list of things I had agreed to. The disappointment I felt in that moment was tremendous.

Kaelen, I remembered, had nearly forgotten himself and kissed me earlier.

I had never especially
liked
kissing, though. I had way more experience in that aspect of petting than anything else, and I was only relieved when my ex finally reached the point of total disinterest in it because I was revolted by his sloppy wet kisses and irritated at his attempts to throttle me with his tongue.

I had very deliberately skipped checking that box, not just because I disliked the kissing, but also because it seemed too intimate. I had figured I could divorce myself from pretty much all of the rest, let them slobber over any of other part of me, or plow their cocks into me and, if I had to, count dollar signs. Kissing was a lot harder to ignore.

He frowned when I didn’t respond, making me aware, finally, that he had expected one even though he hadn’t couched it as a question. His arms loosened after a moment, and he helped me from his lap. “The afternoon’s yours to do pretty much as you please. We won’t expect anything in particular until this evening. I’d suggest you rest up, though,” he said with a touch of amusement that made me distinctly uneasy.

“Watch TV, read a magazine, explore the house if you like. The cook and maid will be in to clean up the kitchen and breakfast parlor shortly. You’ll avoid these rooms—and Kaelen’s office is off limits—but you can go anywhere else you like.” I felt badly that I had unintentionally snubbed him, but I firmly tamped the discomfort. I had wanted him to kiss me, I realized, almost as much as I had wanted Kaelen to kiss me earlier. That wasn’t a good thing.

I was an employee, I reminded myself firmly as I left the breakfast parlor and returned to the kitchen to stare at the food I hadn’t had the chance to eat. It was cold, of course. I heated it up and ate a little more, but I wasn’t really hungry.

The little climax I’d had might have been something I would probably have congratulated myself over before I had arrived at the mansion, but it had been more like an interrupted sneeze than any real relief. My body wasn’t screaming anymore, but it certainly wasn’t appeased, not by any stretch of the imagination.

I worried that Cameron had noticed and might tell on me. He didn’t seem like the type, but what did I know about any of them beyond the size of their cocks?

I discovered as I sought to entertain myself for the afternoon that ‘anything in particular’ only meant that I wasn’t to be ordered to perform sexual acts with any of the men. It did
not
mean that they would keep their distance. I didn’t see Kaelen and assumed he must be in the office Cameron had spoken of, but I ran into the others as I rambled around the mansion. It seemed to bother them if my nipples weren’t at attention.

If they did nothing else, they played with them until they were jutting again before they left me and wandered off.

I

tried

not
to think about what they had planned for my evening, but it wove in and out of my thoughts, impossible to completely set from my mind. I was nervous about it. How could I
not
be? And yet I also had to face the fact that I was getting ‘in’ to this domination thing pretty heavily.

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