Page 9 of Sweet Surrender

I wasn’t stupid. I knew I looked good in a YSL dress that was too short and tight to wear in public. It showed off my body, which I worked at keeping in shape, and my strappy Versace stilettos made my legs look incredible. But I didn’t walk around with the kind of confidence I’d seen from so many people ever since we walked through the door and handed over our phones.

These weren’t first-timers. I must’ve stuck out like a sore thumb, feeling awkward and out of place. Maybe that was why he wanted me. Because I seemed naïve. Some men got off on that, just like some got off on people watching them getting their asses whipped.

All I knew was that by the time we stepped inside that windowless room, there was something indescribable about him and about the way his touch made me feel. I slowly stepped into the center of the room, eyeing the toys hanging along one wall—paddles, floggers, whips. Underneath it was a table full of toys that made my stomach flutter and my core heat.

I wasn’t a stranger to sex toys and had a few in my bedside table, but I didn’t recognize half of what I saw.

Suddenly, everything was very real, and my heart caught in my throat before I turned to find the stranger closing the door. He was so tall, broad-shouldered, with thick arms and hands that could crush me. It would be the two of us. Alone. And there was no way I could fight him off if things went south. “I’m—” I croaked.

He held a finger to his lips, shaking his head. So that was how he wanted to play it.

It wasn’t how I wanted it. “But—” I insisted, folding my arms over my trembling body.

For a man of his size, he moved fast. Not that the room was very big, but it still took my breath away at how suddenly he was in front of me with his huge hand holding the back of my neck. I gasped, caught between surprise and alarm, before he touched the index finger of his free hand to my lips. “Shh…” he whispered, dragging out the sound and cutting off any objection ready to leave my lips.

There was something strangely erotic about it, something in his commanding presence that melted my worries. My heart beat wildly, and I had to remind myself to breathe as the stranger traced my lips, then slid over my chin and down my throat. I shuddered involuntarily as tiny sparks of sensation sizzled their way through me, becoming more intense the lower his finger dipped.

A deep growl stirred in his throat before he released a shaky breath, his gaze lowering until he was staring at my heaving chest. Another growl rumbled as he reached for my hand, closing his fingers around my wrist before pressing my palm to his enormous bulge. I sucked in a quick gasp at the size of it, not to mention how forward and commanding he was. He didn’t have to say a word for me to understand his meaning, although his gaze held mine for what? Consent?

Now was the time to leave.

Fuck no.

I nodded and could hardly believe what I was doing, but it was like I wasn’t in charge of my actions anymore. Something bigger than me had taken over, and that force made me rub him in slow, deliberate circles. His dark eyes—all I could see of the top half of his face thanks to a black leather mask—closed for a second while he growled again. It was a powerful sound, enough to make the fine hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end.

I was hanging in midair, caught between apprehension and the indescribable thrill of being caught up at that moment with him.

His finely sculpted lips parted so he could let out a throaty whisper. “Down.” The hand on the back of my neck tightened before he applied downward pressure that forced me to my knees in front of him. His dick was at eye-level now, jutting straight out from his slacks. Hunger roared in me, making me lick my lips before I lifted my gaze to find him staring down at me. He could’ve done anything he wanted at that moment, the two of us alone in that room.

The uncertainty only heightened the anticipation that already had me hot and wet.

“Take it out,” he rasped over the slow beat of music. The command stole my breath, my fingers trembling as I worked his belt. Somehow, there was relief in being told what to do. I didn’t have to think. I only had to obey, and I did, wasting no time opening his slacks and letting them fall around his ankles. That left a pair of tight boxer briefs expertly outlining his enormous package. I slid my hands up his thick, bulging thighs, savoring his soft groan of approval before sliding my fingers beneath the waistband and lowering his shorts.

I was doing this.

I was allowing a stranger to feed me his cock, guiding the head to my lips. The bead of precum on his tip was visible even in the dim light, a slightly salty tang exploding on my tongue when I greedily licked it up.

He sighed and stroked the cheap wig I had bought for tonight. “Good girl,” he whispered, and my body went warm all over, thanks to his praise.

Who knew I had a thing for that? I was already learning so much about myself tonight.

The heat in my body and the pleasure his praise stirred up made me bolder. I extended my tongue again, this time swirling it around the thick ridge until he took me by the back of my head and forced me down, pushing his cock into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. So big and thick. I released a whimper and gagged before he loosened his grip so I could come up for air. I was barely able to take more than half of him, and I had to use my hand to make up for the difference.

Here I was, on my knees, letting this man use me. It was wrong, but there was something freeing about it at the same time—I could let go and follow my body’s desires. No complications. No promises. Nothing but letting things happen and allowing him to take control.

The sounds of his rapid breathing were a symphony, making me move faster, bobbing my head while he slid in and out of my mouth. The sound and the feel of him made my juices flow until they coated my bare lips, dampening my lace panties.

I couldn’t help but moan around him, excited and frustrated all at once. I needed relief from the almost painful throbbing of my clit, and it only got worse when he groaned helplessly.

Even on my knees, I had power over this towering man.

This sort of power was new.

Hot.

Something I wanted more of.

His hand tightened around the back of my head to hold me in place before his hips began jerking faster so he could fuck my face. There was nothing for me to do but brace myself against his thick thighs and struggle to breathe. “Take it,” he whispered between thrusts, and I did. I was proud of myself for doing it and not breaking. No, in fact, by the time he pulled out so I could gasp for air, I was practically glowing with pride and burning with need. Dying for relief.

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