Page 10 of Surrender to Me

“You like being tied down,” he mused, his free hand skimming up my stomach, tracing the curve of my ribcage, never quite giving me the full touch I wanted. “You like a nigga having control.”

I swallowed hard, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Legend,” I whispered, my voice wrecked, trembling.

His fingers wrapped around my jaw, tilting my face toward his. “Say it,” he ordered, his voice calm but demanding.

I licked my lips, eyes half-lidded. “I like it,” I admitted, my voice barely above a breath.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his smirk undeniable. “I know.”

And then he turned the setting higher.

“Fuuuckkk!” A sharp, ragged moan broke from my throat as a wave of pleasure slammed through me. My fingers curled in the restraints, my body straining as the vibrations hit the perfect spot, over and over again. “Shiiiit!”

My head fell back and my body tightened. I could tell I was about to cum something crazy. Something uncontrollable. Something explosive. This man watched me, his expression hungry, fascinated like he was memorizing every inch of my unraveling. The rose kept pulsing, the pressure building, building and building. I whimpered, barely able to think, my body completely at his mercy. And then…he pulled the rose away and turned it off.

“What the fuck?” I gasped, my wrists yanking against the ties. I snapped my head toward him, pissed the hell off.

Legend’s smirk was pure sin, control, and dominance. His eyes burned with amusement, watching me struggle, watching me fall apart. “Nah, not yet,” he murmured, trailing the rose back up my thigh, teasing me again.

I groaned, frustrated, aching, desperate. “Legend,” I whispered, my voice pleading now, my body shaking.

His fingers brushed over my jaw again, his touch gentle, but his voice was firm. “You cum when I say you cum.” The words sent a sharp thrill straight to my core, my entire body tuned to him now, bound to his control. “Again,” he murmured, clicking the rose back on, starting the torture all over again.

The rose buzzed on my clit, a constant, merciless vibration, pressing against me just enough to push me close, but never enough to let me tip over. I was so close. So fucking close. And then, he pulled it away again.

A frustrated moan ripped from my lips as my body convulsed, my muscles twitching from another stolen orgasm. “Oh, my fucking God,” I gasped, my wrists tugging against the silk. Legend just smirked, licking his lips, his eyes lazy and satisfied as he watched me struggle.

“You’re too impatient, baby,” he murmured, dragging the rose in slow, torturous strokes up my inner thigh, teasing but not giving me what I needed.

I was losing my goddamn mind. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, my skin burning, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. “I swear to god,” I panted, glaring up at him through heavy, lidded eyes, “if you don’t let me cum...”

“You’ll what?” Legend cut in, his voice calm, unbothered but full of amusement. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my frustration morphing into pure desperation. I had no leverage and no control and he knew it. And the realization made something settle inside me. Legend saw the shift too, the way I surrendered. His smirk deepened. “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

And then, without warning, he pressed the rose directly against my clit again—this time, at full intensity and pressure. A ragged scream tore from my throat as a shockwave of pleasure slammed through me, fast, unstoppable, brutal. My entire body arched, the silk restraints biting into my wrists as the pressure built so fast, so hard, I could barely breathe.

“Legend!”

He leaned down, his lips grazing my jaw, his voice a growl of possession. “You can cum now, sweetheart."

The command hit me like a detonator. The second the words left his mouth, my body snapped. Pleasure ripped through me, shattering me completely. I was shaking, sobbing, writhing, my mind completely blank, lost in the force of release. Legend didn’t stop though. He didn’t let up at all and I started cussing his ass out, begging him to move the rose as I kept cumming.

He kept the rose pressed against me, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I was whimpering, gasping, trembling uncontrollably. Only then did he finally ease off, his fingers brushing against my trembling thighs, grounding me as my body continued to shudder beneath him.

I was done. I could barely breathe, my body an oversensitive mess as I lay there. Legend pressed a soft, possessive kiss to my inner thigh, his smirk against my skin.

“That’s one,” he murmured.

I was still trembling, my body weak and oversensitive, my breath uneven, when I felt Legend shift beside me. The silk restraints kept me helplessly bound, my legs spread and trembling, but the second I felt him move, my pulse spiked all over again. I barely had time to regain my breath before he reached into the nightstand again, pulling out something else. Something bigger. My hazy, pleasure-drunk gaze flickered downward, catching the shape of a different new toy in his hands.

I swallowed hard. It was a dildo. Long.Thick.Smooth and curved with a rotating shaft, and I already knew he was about to fuck my world up even more. Legend must’ve seen the realization on my face because his smirk turned wicked.

His fingers wrapped slowly around the base of the dildo, tilting it slightly, watching me the entire time as he turned it on. A deep, mechanical hum filled the room as the tip of it began to thrust, moving in slow, precise rotations. My thighs tensed.

And Legend? His ass just chuckled. Low. Sinful. Amused. “Damn,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. “It hasn't even touched you yet.” I tried to close my legs on instinct, to escape the intensity of what was coming but Legend caught my knee, firm but patient, his grip commanding, possessive. “Uh-uh,” he grunted, his voice edged with dominance. “Spread wide for me, baby.”

I should have felt embarrassed, being so open, so exposed, and at his mercy. But the moment the words left his mouth, the second he issued that command, I obeyed. Without hesitation. Without question. I let my thighs fall open, completely revealing myself to him, my juice running down my thighs.

“Mmm,” Legend hummed, pleased, his gaze dragging over me like he was memorizing every inch. “Just like that.”

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