Page 11 of Surrender to Me

My wrists pulled against the silk, my body throbbing as he took his time. He ran the head of the dildo between my slick folds, coating it, teasing me, pressing just enough to make me squirm but not enough to give me real satisfaction.

I whimpered, my body already trembling in anticipation, but Legend wasn’t in a hurry. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, dragging the dildo against my pussy slowly. It was torturous. “So wet for a nigga.”

I whimpered, my head falling back against the pillows. “Legend...”

“Shh,” he soothed, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to my inner thigh.

Then, with no warning, he pushed the dildo inside me. A sharp cry ripped from my throat as the thick, rotating shaft stretched me open, the deep, thrusting movement filling me completely in a way that sent a violent shockwave of pleasure through my entire body.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my fingers curling helplessly in the silk restraints, my back arching off the bed.

Legend chuckled, shifting lower, his grip firm on my thigh, keeping me completely open for him. “That’s it,” he murmured, adjusting the setting on the dildo, making it deepen the thrusts, slow and deliberate.

I moaned, a wrecked, helpless sound as my thighs trembled and my body already threatened to come apart. And then… he placed the fucking rose on my clit. I shrieked as a wave of sensation crashed over me, the combined stimulation sending me straight to heaven. “What... the... fuuuuucckkk?” I growled, wrists pulling hard against the ties, my thighs flexing as my entire body shook violently. The dual vibrations and thrusting movements sent me hurtling toward the edge.

Legend watched all of it. Every sharp gasp, every desperate moan, every helpless twitch of my hips as I lost every ounce of control. “You can take it,” he groaned, pressing the rose down harder, and adjusting the thrusting dildo to match the rhythm.

I whimpered, moaned, begged. My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was his. Completely, helplessly his. “I can’t,” I gasped, my voice shaking, broken.

“You will,” he demanded.

The pressure built. The vibrations tore through me, the thrusting dildo hitting every perfect spot inside me, making me shake, making me lose myself completely. “Legend! Fuuuuck! Please, please, pleaseeee...”

“Give it to me,” he ordered, his voice low and smooth, an undeniable command.

And then, the fucking levees broke. A sharp, ragged cry ripped from my lips as pleasure exploded through me, violent and unrelenting, the orgasm slamming through my entire body. I convulsed, body shaking, the silk biting into my wrists as I arched, moaning helplessly, sobbing through the release. “Ohhhh….shhiiiittttt! Fuuuckkk!!!”

It kept going. I wasn’t just cumming. I was fucking squirting. I felt it, heard it, the wet sound of it hitting Legend’s tattooed fingers, dripping onto the sheets, a primal, uncontrollable reaction to the way he had completely owned my pussy.

“Fucking right,” Legend groaned, low and pleased, his hands gripping my thighs tighter, holding me open as I completely exposed myself for him. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice gravelly, satisfied, possessive. His dark gaze flicked to my soaked thighs, the mess between us, his smirk deepening. “Look at that pussy,” he murmured, dragging his wet fingers up my stomach, leaving a sticky, teasing trail.

I was gone. Done. My body still twitched, my breath ragged and broken, the aftershocks still shuddering through me. He let out a low, approving chuckle, wiping his soaked fingers across my inner thigh, marking me with my own juices. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against my ear, his voice nothing but a dark, satisfied whisper. “I’m just getting started, sweetheart.”

I had never—never—felt anything like that. My entire body was shaking, weak as hell. My wrists flexed weakly against the silk ties, my body shivering from the overstimulation and my mind a dazed, hazy blur of pleasure and disbelief. Because… what the entire fuck?

I swallowed hard, my voice coming out wrecked, breathless, hoarse. “Legend, please,” I whispered, barely able to string words together. “Please… un... untie me.”

Legend’s gaze flicked down to me, his eyes still lazy and satisfied, his mouth curling in pure, unfiltered amusement. “You begging?” he murmured, dragging a slow finger down my trembling stomach, making me jolt with oversensitivity.

I whimpered, my thighs twitching. “Please,” I gasped, desperate now, needing to be free.

Legend nodded, satisfied with how thoroughly he had ruined me, then finally reached for my wrists, untying the knots with expert precision. The second my arms were loose, they dropped limply to my sides, my muscles still weak from the wreckage of my orgasms.

Legend didn’t rush as he moved down, untying my ankles next, his fingers brushing my skin, his touch light but still possessive. When the last restraint fell away, he leaned back and folded his arms across his chest.

“You good?” he had the nerve to ask.

I cut my eyes to him and let out a weak, breathless laugh. “I… I don’t even know what the fuck just happened.”

He chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through the room as he stood, running a hand over his jaw. “You surrendered to the pleasure. To me,” he said, his voice a lazy rasp. “And you’re still coming down from it.”

He didn’t tell a single lie. I felt like I was still floating somewhere between reality and oblivion, my mind blank, my body spent and my legs completely useless.

I turned my head slightly, watching him through heavy, hooded eyes as he moved across the room, disappearing into the en suite bathroom. I heard the steady rush of water as I blinked, dead tired and my body too exhausted to process what was happening. Then, warm, strong hands were under me. A sharp gasp left my lips as Legend scooped me up effortlessly, lifting me off the bed, and cradling me against his bare chest.

My arms hung limply around his shoulders and my head drooped against his collarbone as he carried me into the steamy, softly lit bathroom. The scent of vanilla and almonds filled the space and the oversized marble soaking tub was filled to the brim with bubbles.

I blinked up at him, still dazed, still trying to comprehend. “You...” My voice cracked. “You ran me into the ground just to take care of me after?”

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