Page 47 of Surrender
But now, as she held his gaze, she felt herself softening in anticipation of his mastery. She welcomed his roughness, even yearned for it. Her heart fluttered as he quickly rose to his feet and stripped his clothes off.
Then he joined her in bed. He settled himself atop her and framed her face with his hands. For a timeless moment, he simply stared down at her, that primal look still blazing dangerously in his dark eyes. Her hips lurched upward when she felt the hardness of his arousal resting along her inner thighs, but he didn’t drive into her as she’d hoped. Instead, he gave her that cruel grin he often displayed when he wished to torment her, to push her to her limits before finally claiming her.
Moans drifted from her as he trailed kisses down her neck. He caressed her breasts and twisted her nipples, hard enough to make her cry out. She ran her hands up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his powerfully built body, memorizing every ripple of muscle with her fingertips. He growled and traveled lower, drawing a teasing line with his tongue down her stomach.
“Merokk,” she breathed, once more lifting her hips, desperate for him to assuage the building ache in her core. “Please.” She whimpered and grasped at his head, but no matter how hard she pushed, he seemed content to continue branding her stomach with his tongue.
But in a sudden movement, he placed his hand between her thighs and spread her moisture around, though he cruelly avoided grazing over her clit. She moaned in frustration and he gave a dark chuckle.
She resolved to get her payback. Next time he ordered her to suck his cock, she would find her own way to torture him. Even if it cost her a spanking.
Jolts of pleasure shot outward from her center when he abruptly shoved one finger inside her, pushing deep and immediately starting a thrusting motion. Her head spun and her body tensed for a long moment, then unraveled, as she once again softened to his touch, surrendered to his delicious caresses.
He lifted his head slightly and met her eyes. His nostrils flared yet again, and he inhaled long and deep. The glimmer of lust in his eyes darkened further, and his sensual lips twisted with the hint of a smirk.
Oh, he was infuriating.
Still holding her gaze captive in his, he continued driving into her pussy with one thick finger, mercifully increasing his pace with each deep thrust.Yes. Yes yes yes.She lifted her hips to meet each drive and grasped at the covers, needing something to hold as blissful shocks of ecstasy followed each plunge.
“You’re mine, little one,” he said. “Fiona.”
Her throat burned anew, and she could only nod her agreement.
I’m yours. My name is Fiona, and I am finally yours.
Chapter 28
Merokk inhaledthe intoxicating scent of Fiona. His wife. The smell of her hair, her skin, and her arousal drove him wild with desire. He slipped a second finger into her pussy. She circled her arms around him, moaning and whispering his name like a prayer.
“Who’s your husband, your master?” he growled as he pumped his digit inside her.
“You are, Merokk,” she replied in a breathless rush.
He pushed her thighs open wider and buried his face in her feminine sweetness. He wanted tofluxxingdevour her. Wrapping her legs around his neck, she rubbed her center against his delving tongue.
Splaying her folds apart with his fingers, he drew back and took in the sight of her smooth pink parts.
Beautiful.
He covered one finger with her juices and prodded her shy, puckering entrance below, slipping the moist tip into her tight hole. She gasped but didn’t struggle against his ministrations, allowing him to pump deeper with each thrust. He’d fingered her ass a few times before, but she always felt as tight as that very first time.
He blew lightly against her sex and ran his tongue over her clit, teasing her with inconsistent laps until she groaned and thrust her center greedily toward him. He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at her, his finger keeping momentum as he continued to work her ass.
“If you don’t hold still, little one, I’m going to tie you up—or punish you. Or both.” His voice was teasing though. Tonight was all about pleasure. Not punishment.
She gasped and stilled, probably shocked that he could be so playful. From his vantage point, he saw her full breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. His cock was rock hard, and he couldn’t wait much longer to have her.
He pulled his finger from her ass and moved up on the bed, hovering over his little wife. He pushed her legs further apart, far enough that he glimpsed the shimmering pink insides of her pussy. Reaching down, he rubbed the flat of his palm against her wet lips, grinding his hand against her but giving her no real relief.
When she lifted her hips and pushed back against him, he gave her pussy a sound smack with his hand.
“Oh!” Fiona gasped, and immediately brought her thighs together. She reached between her legs in an attempt to prevent another slap to her tender area.
“Fiona, I asked you to remain still, and you disobeyed. Move your hands and spread your legs apart now. Don’t make me ask twice.” His voice was firm, but his warm eyes urged her to trust him.
“Yes, sir,” she said, opening herself wide for his gaze again. She fisted her hands in the covers at her side.
“Good girl.” Merokk trailed his fingers along her thigh and shifted closer. He slid one digit between her pussy lips and spread her moisture around until her folds glistened to perfection. Then he forced her lips open with one hand, splaying her apart so her clit protruded, swollen and hungry for attention. Raising his free hand, he smacked her there with his flattened fingers.
