Surrender to Me (9 page)

“I said I’d be patient, but you have to work with me. I want honesty and trust. I want you to address me as
Sir
and I do not want you to speak unless I ask you to. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said. She felt his breath against her lips. “Just so you know, I do appreciate that you think you already belong to me.”

She waited for the kiss that never came. Feeling him close to her face, she could smell his body wash permeating between them. She’d never craved anyone’s touch more.

He pulled her hand, causing her to stumble forward. She stopped when she hit his body. “Now, what shall I do with a girl who doesn’t listen?”

Was she supposed to answer that? Maybe it was rhetorical.

She took each new step with caution. Even though he had her hand she was still afraid of tripping over something. Upon entering the room, she’d noticed it was pristine, not an object out of place, so the chances of her falling over something was slim. Martin said to take in her surroundings. All she had to do was trust him. She could do that.

He nudged her to the floor. “Get on your back for me and place your arms over your head.”

She eased her way down to the floor and made her way onto her back. Not being able to see, especially in a new place, made her feel disoriented and uneasy.

“Hands above your head.” From the sound of his voice, she could tell he stood over her. She did as he asked and positioned her hands above her head. “Don’t move.”

The longer it took for him to speak or touch her, the more rapid her heart rate increased. As each second passed, the more anxious she became. She could hear him moving around. The sound of a drawer opening, Martin rummaging through it, and then he was close enough that she felt him near her face.

“I’m going to shackle your hands and feet. There are special stakes bolted to the floor. I can adjust the length between your hands and feet. Depending upon what we do determines how wide I can spread your legs.” He placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist just below her hand. “I’m going to use soft restraints today, because I don’t want to overwhelm you. Some cuffs can hurt and leave marks. Since you’re not used to the sensation of being tied down, I don’t want you to panic.”

Too late.

He slipped her wrist into a cuff and then clicked it into a gadget just above her head. “Try to move your arm.”

She pulled against the restraint, but her arm was firmly in place.

He did the same to her other one. “Being bound and blindfolded requires a major amount of trust. You have no idea what I’m doing or when I’ll do it.”

Tell me about it.

She jumped when he took her ankle in his hand.

“See what I mean, kitten?” His warm, slick tongue circled the inside of her ankle. “You’re in my playroom. My rules, my games, my pleasure. It all belongs to me.”

He took her leg and secured it to the floor. She heard the same clicking that she had moments before. In a matter of seconds she was attached to the floor. Unable to move and at the mercy of an experienced, dominating man.

“Are you okay?” He ran his hand up her legs.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I left these on.” He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties. “Because we’re going to give that sweet pussy a rest today.”

She felt him straddle her hips. He must have taken his clothes off because she could feel his bare, hot skin against hers. His long, thick erection rested against her stomach. If she wasn’t restrained she would have reached down and taken his cock in her hand. Her pussy throbbed when she remembered how much he liked the things she’d done to him the night before.

When he circled her nipples with the pads of his fingers, she abandoned all memories of the evening before. He had her totally focused on the here and now.

“You wanted me to show you what happens in this room. The best way for me to do that is to get you to obey me completely. Only one of us can be in control in here. If you’re going to submit to me, you have to learn which one of us that is.”

You can be in control…

The heat of his breath caressed her nipples just before he swirled his tongue around one. His hair tickled the column of her throat. She could feel him everywhere, but the most prominent sensation was the one he created between her legs. As his tongue and teeth worked her sensitive nipples, his lower body rocked against her wet, desperate pussy.

The restraints, the barrier of her panties, the blindfold, and her inability to speak rendered her powerless, but it didn’t seem to matter. Martin’s touch, his mouth against her skin, and his body aligned perfectly with hers was all she needed in that moment.

He shifted his position, running the tip of his cock up her stomach. She felt his muscular thighs against the sides of her breasts, and then he placed his length in between her tits and squeezed them together. She heard his breathing pick up.

“Your pleasure belongs to me.” He rocked his hips forward. “When you can’t obey, you can’t come.”

As he fucked her breasts, he mentioned each of her infractions since entering the playroom. “You didn’t call me
Sir
when I told you to.” He thrust harder against her chest. “You spoke when I didn’t ask you a question.”

Ari could hear his words, but they didn’t make sense. Were these mistakes really so horrible? Did she care? All she could feel was his cock sliding against her slick skin as he squeezed her breasts tighter and tighter with each pass.

“And then there was the honesty issue. You lied when you told me you weren’t sore from sex last night.”

“I didn’t lie—” Shit! She’d done it again.

“Did I ask you a question?” Martin’s words weren’t so controlled. She could hear it in his voice. He was getting close to release and she wanted to watch. She wanted to see him unravel.

“No, Sir.”

“Was it a mistake to bring you into my playroom?” He quickened his rhythm with his hips.

“I can do this, Sir.”

“I believe you, Arianna, or else we wouldn’t be in here.” His words were clipped, and then he let out a low, guttural moan.

A moment later, she felt the warm rush of his cum spray against her breasts and neck. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers, lingering for a few seconds before pulling the shirt from her eyes. She blinked, trying to adjust to the dim lights.

Martin wiped his release from her chest, making sure to clean her thoroughly. Once he was satisfied, he freed her legs, rubbing her ankles, and then did the same to her arms.

“Can you sit up for me?”

Ari slowly moved into a seated position, taking note of the tracks on the floor where she had just been restrained. They were built into the rug. There were metal clips along the grate about an inch apart from one another. Which one the cuffs were clipped to determined how wide a person’s legs and arms would go.

Martin pulled her into his lap and began to massage her shoulders. “Are you okay?”

She nodded as she relaxed into his touch.

“The scene is over.” He kissed her hair. “You may speak.”

“I don’t think I’m very good at the submissive thing.”

“I disagree. I think you did very well. I’m proud of you.”

“You punished me.” She felt awkward now that they weren’t playing anymore.

“A bit.” He wrapped his arms around her, making her feel secure and wanted. “The sooner I can get you to focus, the faster you’ll stop making mistakes. The mistakes you made were very basic and come from not being experienced. Once you get into the right frame of mind, you won’t speak unless you are asked a question and you’ll follow my commands much easier.”

She processed what he said, but she wasn’t sure she liked it. She had always excelled at everything. She’d been an overachiever her whole life. Why did following his direction seem so hard?

“Unless you don’t want that. I’d understand if after coming into the playroom and hearing what I expect, you think it’s too much. I told you it wouldn’t matter to me either way.”

“I’m not sure I believe that.”

“How come?”

“You like being in here. Even last night, you liked being in control. I’m not complaining. If you’re willing to be patient with me, I’m willing to try and do some of the things you like in this room. Maybe not everything.” She glanced over at large whip-like device. “I don’t think I’m ever going to let you hit me with that.”

“I’m sure I could come up with other creative ways to punish you.” He nuzzled against her neck. “Withholding orgasms is a very effective way to get you to obey me.”

“I’m learning.” She sighed against his strong form. “I didn’t like that.”

“Today was an introduction.” He moved his hand down her stomach. “If you really were my collard sub, I wouldn’t allow you a release until the next time we came back into this playroom. And that would only be if you proved you had learned your lesson.”

He dipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties. She clenched her legs shut, trying to stop the constant throbbing that happened when Martin oozed all of that sex appeal.

“Since today was just a demonstration...” He shifted her so that she was now positioned between his legs, her back resting against his chest. “I don’t see why I can’t satisfy you.”

“Oh,” she whispered as he moved his fingers inside her.

“Unless of course, you have any
objections
?”

“None whatsoever.”

Chapter 9

Ari sat at Martin’s desk going over the latest proposal for the property he wanted to acquire in New York City. She tried to center her mind on business, but memories of the past two days kept creeping into her thought process.

There were intimate dinners, two steamy showers together, and one erotic evening that started out in the pool and ended in the hot tub. One would think the lack of sleep would somehow affect her, but sleeping was the last thing on her mind when she crawled into Martin’s bed. She never would have imagined sex could be so good. The more encounters they shared, the more she wanted. She felt like a sex-obsessed teenager. Her hormones raged out of control. Martin had unleashed some sort of sexual awakening within her. No matter how hard she tried to put their intimate time out of her head, the strong images flooded her brain. Every thought led back to sex with Martin.

“I know that look, counselor.” Martin leaned against the door of his study, looking relaxed in his khaki shorts and light blue polo shirt. The Connecticut air agreed with him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She cleared her throat, determined not to think about him naked and hovering over her, but it wasn’t working.

“You’ve licked your lips three times in the last two minutes and you’ve shifted in your seat several more. I know what you’re thinking about.”

“No, you don’t, and why are you watching me?”

“Hmm.” He came around his desk, spinning her chair to face him. “It’s probably the same thing I’m thinking about and the very reason I took my laptop and decided to work on the other side of the house.” Placing his hands on the armrests, he caged her in. “You are a distraction.”

“Am I?” She licked her lips.

“Especially when you do that.” He ran his thumb along her bottom lip.

“I haven’t thought about us all afternoon.”

“I don’t believe you.” He trailed his fingers down her throat. “Your nipples give you away.” He glanced down at her white t-shirt. “You’re aroused.”

“You flatter yourself.”

“Do you know what I do with dirty girls who can’t tell the truth?” He circled his finger over the nipples that insisted on poking through the thin material of her shirt.

“What?” She leaned into his face wanting to feel his warm breath on her lips.

“I spank them into telling me the truth.” He pinched her nipple just as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.

They hadn’t been back to the playroom since the first time. Martin said he needed time to think about how he wanted to incorporate play into their new relationship. She appreciated the fact he wanted to take things slow and help her adjust. She was afraid she would end up making more mistakes and failing him.

“Do you need to be spanked?”

“Maybe,” she whispered.

He slipped the palm of his hand along her cheek and into her hair. “I won’t be gentle.” He tangled his fingers around her loose locks, tugging hard and jerking her head back. “But I don’t think you want me to be mild.”

She shook her head, but before he could respond his phone rang.

“Hold that thought.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. “It’s Alex. I have to take it.”

“I understand.”

“Hello.” He leaned against his desk and listened to what Alex had to say. “You’re not bothering me.” He winked at Ari.

She smiled and then tried to focus on the papers she’d been reviewing when he came into the study.

“I see.” Martin paced the room. “She’s over the age of consent?”

Ari watched as Martin waited for Alex to answer.

“You know I have to ask.” He rolled his eyes. “Has she subbed before?”

Martin stood by the window, running his fingers through his dark, thick hair. Ari noticed the stress in his face. In a matter of seconds, the relaxed Connecticut Martin disappeared and was replaced with Martin the Dom. “I can’t place her immediately. I need to meet with her.”

He nodded.

“Tell her again. If she wants my help, she’ll do it my way. Tell her she can hang out in the club, but she leaves with no one if she wants to come back. I have to see what her requirements are. I will not be responsible for her going off with some Dom who can’t give her what she needs. If she is as new as you say, she’ll need guidance.”

Martin laughed.

“No, not me this time.”

Ari felt a knot in her stomach. Why would Alex suggest Martin take her on? Was it Martin’s job to train every new sub who came through the door?

“Yes, I’m certain. I’m not in the market for a new submissive.” He smiled at Ari, but she quickly looked down at her papers. “Just keep an eye on her. I’ll meet with her when I come back in a few days.”