Текст книги "Sweet Surrender"
Автор книги: Maya Banks
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CHAPTER 32
In the hazy world between asleep and awake, Faith hovered, content and lethargic. Warm hands glided over her chest then gripped her shoulders. Her eyes flew open just as she flipped over and her face met the pillow.
Both hands were pulled behind her until they met at the small of her back. Gray held them in one hand, and then she felt the rasp of rope coiling around her wrists.
Her heart thudded against the mattress, and her breath came in shallow spurts as she struggled to process what was happening.
When his hands left her wrists, she pulled experimentally, but the rope held tight. She turned her cheek to the pillow and tried to relax, but the excitement stirring in her veins kept her tense with anticipation.
Firm hands kneaded and massaged her buttocks. Her legs were spread, and she was exposed. Her ass, her pussy. And she was helpless against whatever he wanted to do.
She closed her eyes and panted as an adrenaline rush like she’d never experienced crashed through her body.
Where would he take her? Her pussy? Her ass? Just the idea of him taking her so primitively had her skating precariously close to release.
Her question was answered when he lifted her just enough that he slid into her quivering pussy. She moaned as he pressed into her, stuffing every inch of his cock into her tight passage.
He leaned over her, placing his hands on either side of her head. His body covered her as his hips arched into her ass. His tight belly brushed against her bound hands as he worked his cock back and forth into her body.
His mouth brushed against her ear. “Tell me, Faith, has anyone ever fucked your ass?” he whispered. “Would I be your first?”
Tiny little goose bumps dotted her arms. “Yes,” she panted.
“Yes, what?”
“You would be the first,” she said in a low voice.
His hips rocked forward, thrusting hard and urgent into her. He made a sound of satisfaction as he nipped at her ear.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” he asked. “Does the idea of something so naughty and forbidden turn you on?”
“Yes,” she groaned. “Yes!”
“Do you want me to untie you?” he asked. “Or do you want me to fuck you just like this? Helpless. Unable to move. At the mercy of however I want to take you.”
His erotic words slid over her, tightening every single nerve ending in their wake. His hips stilled as he waited for her answer. She felt full, stretched. How much tighter would he feel in her ass?
He collected her hair in his fist and pulled slightly. “Answer the question,” he directed.
“I want you to fuck me just like this,” she whispered.
His hold loosened, but his hand stayed in her hair, fingering the strands as he resumed the slow, measured thrusts. Then he withdrew.
The bed dipped as he leaned over, and she heard a light squirting sound. Lubricant? Fingers parted the globes of her ass, and then she felt the cool shock of the slick gel.
He eased one fingertip over the opening then slowly inserted the tip. She moaned at the sensation as he lazily worked the finger in and out. One finger and it felt like he’d stuffed his entire dick through the small opening.
He withdrew, added more lubricant and then inserted two fingers. He stretched the tight channel, preparing her for what was to come.
She curled her fingers into her palms at her back and tensed when he removed his fingers. He spread her legs wider and leaned over her. His arm brushed over her buttocks as he reached between her legs to position his cock.
It slid between her cheeks, and then he took both hands and spread the globes. The head pressed against the ring of muscle, and she instinctively tensed against the invasion.
He groaned as she squeezed the tip of his cock, but he didn’t relent. His fingers dug into her behind, spreading wider as he pushed into her.
He leaned forward, forcing his cock deeper. “Relax,” he murmured. “It’s going to hurt. But I’ll make you feel so good. Let me in, baby. Take all of me.”
The sensual words flowed over her like warm honey, and she willed herself to relax. As soon as he sensed her surrender, he rammed forward, seating himself to the hilt.
She bucked upward, the bite of pain unsettling her. She squirmed and bit her lip as shards of unbearable pleasure followed closely on the heels of the edgy pain.
“Faith, baby, you have to stop,” he groaned. “Be still, or I’m going to lose it. You’re killing me.”
He smacked her ass lightly to reinforce his agonized plea, and she stilled, sucking in deep mouthfuls of air as she fought against the rising force inside her.
He grasped her hips in both hands and partially withdrew. He stopped there, and she could feel him trembling.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look with your sexy ass wrapped around my dick?” He pushed forward again, and she gasped at the sensation. “It doesn’t even look possible that you can take me. You’re stretched so tight around me. It feels unfucking-believable.”
He scooted up farther on his knees, and he lifted her hips with him. Then he pulled out.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Before she could beg him not to stop, he flipped her over, and she struggled to position herself on her bound hands. For the first time since she woke up, she looked him in the eyes. She shivered at the possession she saw so clearly outlined.
He spread her legs wide and pushed them back toward her body until her ass was clearly accessible again. He slid his hand over her pussy and fingered her clit just as he shoved his cock deep into her anal opening.
She cried out.
“Let go of the hurt,” he said in a raspy voice. “Embrace the pleasure. Reach for it.”
His thumb rubbed and strummed at her clit. Then he worked his finger lower and thrust into her pussy. She arched into him, wanting him to move, to thrust. But he held still against her, buried as deeply as he could go.
“Please,” she begged.
He slowly withdrew and then eased forward. He closed his eyes, and his jaw was clenched tight as he seemed to struggle for control.
“I can’t go slow,” he said. He rammed forward as his finger stroked over her clit. “Oh, God, Faith.”
He began thrusting, his hips slapping against her ass. Moisture flooded her pussy as her orgasm built and blew out of control. There wasn’t one slow buildup to one big bang, instead there were several explosions, one after the other. Each one was wrung out of her in a mixture of pain and edgy pleasure. It all mixed and swirled together until she was mindless in her ecstasy.
And then when he buried himself one last time, and she felt the hot rush of his release deep in her body, she lost all semblance of time and place.
She screamed as her body flew apart.
He continued to thrust against her until finally he stopped. He leaned against her for a long moment as his cock jerked and spasmed the last of his release. Then he eased out of her body with a gentle pop. She felt the warm slide of his seed spill over her aching flesh as he left her.
With gentle hands, he turned her over to her side. She curled her legs until her knees tucked into her stomach. Her muscles ached, and she trembled from head to toe. But she felt more alive than she’d ever felt before. Excited, exhausted and completely sated.
He bent and kissed her hip before sliding from the bed. She closed her eyes, too exhausted to do anything more than lie there and wait for him to return.
In a few seconds, he tugged at the rope at her hands. When her hands fell free, he rolled her over onto her back and gathered her in his arms. He picked her up from the bed and kissed the top of her head as he walked toward the bathroom.
The water was still running when he lowered her into the bathtub. She sighed contentedly as the hot water lapped over her body.
He knelt beside the tub and ran a hand through her hair. “Are you okay?”
She smiled, allowing the sheer joy coursing through her to show. “I’ve never been better.”
His eyes glittered, and she could see the satisfaction her answer had brought.
He washed her, gently tending to every inch of her body. When he was finished, he reached down and picked her up from the water. He set her down outside of the tub and reached for one of the large towels hanging on the rack.
As he wrapped the towel around her, he clutched her shoulders and pulled her close to him. He nudged her chin up with his knuckle then lowered his mouth to hers.
His kiss was tender, loving. He fanned his fingers out over her face as he deepened his kiss. She let out a contented sigh that he swallowed up as soon as it escaped.
“You’re so unbelievably sweet,” he murmured. “So perfect.”
She warmed under his approval, and she offered a shy smile when he drew away.
He tucked her hand into his and pulled her out of the bathroom. She followed him into the living room, and he stopped at the couch.
Without a word, he wrapped an arm around her and positioned her at the end of the sofa. The arms were big and fluffy and she had to stand on tiptoe when he bent her over the plump cushion.
Her feet left the floor as he pushed her back until her cheek rested against the seat cushion. Her ass stuck high in the air as her abdomen cradled the arm of the couch.
He left her for a moment then returned and pulled her hands behind her back as he’d done earlier. He wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied them together. Then he spread her legs so that her pussy and ass were exposed and vulnerable.
“Just like that,” he murmured. “I’m going to jump in the shower. I expect to find you just like I put you when I get back.”
The clear warning in his voice sent a delighted chill over her skin. She heard the soft thud of his feet as he walked back across the hardwood floor to the bathroom.
She lay there, her body already humming with heightened arousal. She didn’t think it was possible to have recovered so quickly from her last orgasm. It had been a force like she’d never experienced. No one had ever been able to give her so much, been able to take so much.
Was Gray the one? Her mind, her heart told her yes. Unequivocally yes. Her body told her yes. Did she dare to hope that she and Gray could forge a relationship?
She closed her eyes, afraid to hope, afraid that this was one disappointment she couldn’t bear if things didn’t work out.
Sensing his presence once again, she opened her eyes to see him standing beside the couch. Her vision focused on his hand at his side and the crop resting against his leg.
Heat flooded every pore of her body. He was going to spank her.
He extended the crop to touch her cheek, the leather tip trailing down her jawline. It followed a line down her neck and over her shoulder. He traced her spine down her back, and she shivered when it caressed her buttocks.
It left her body and then a split second later it struck her ass. Red-hot pain scorched the spot where the crop landed, leaving her breathless. Just as soon, though, the pain was replaced by a sensual heat as it radiated over her ass. It went humming through her body, tightening her nipples and making her pussy clench with need.
Another blow fell on her other cheek, and she flinched as a surprised cry spilled from her lips.
Two more landed in quick succession until she writhed, suspended between pain and deep arousal.
“You like the pain,” he said.
She moaned softly in response. She did. She couldn’t explain it. With each blow came initial discomfort, but at the same time, each strike gave her more pleasure than the last.
“I love seeing my mark on you. I love how red your ass gets with each slap of the leather. I love seeing you squirm in pain and then give over to the pleasure that follows.”
“More,” she whispered. “Please.”
He struck the soft globe of her ass again, harder than before. She cried out then shivered when his hand caressed away the burn. Again the crop descended, and the sharp snap of leather meeting flesh cracked across the room.
“But you want to know what I love even more?” he asked softly.
She whimpered softly.
“The idea that after I’ve turned your ass red I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to ride you hard while your ass is still burning, while my mark is still visible on your skin.”
She was going to come. Simply from his words, the spanking. She was going to blow out of control.
“How many more?” he asked. “How many blows do you think I should give you before I stuff my dick so far up your pussy that you taste me?”
“Please, please,” she panted. “I need…”
She flinched when he struck her again. Then again. Oh God.
“A dozen more? Can you take it, Faith? Should I stop?
“No!” she cried. “Please, don’t stop.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he purred.
He brought the crop down on her ass then moved an inch in the other direction and struck her again. Five, six, seven times. She lost count as her ass caught fire. She was lost in a world of edgy pain and euphoric pleasure.
Harder. Each blow was harder than the last. He had begun light and increased the intensity with each strike. Unbearable heat bloomed until all she could feel was the tingle in her ass.
Then he stopped. The crop fell to the floor, and he roughly grabbed her ass in his hands, spreading her.
Before she could process what was happening, he rammed into her pussy. Her entire body burned with a fire only he could give her.
He reached up and curled his fingers tightly around her bound hands. He held on as he fucked her from behind.
No way she could withstand it a second longer. Pushed to the edge long before he penetrated her body, now she fell over in a cataclysmic burst.
She screamed and screamed again as he rode her mercilessly.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
She felt a gush of wetness and realized it was her. The smack of his hips meeting her ass filled the room. Wet, erotic sounds that only spurred her orgasm higher.
“I can’t…” she began, begging for something she didn’t even understand or comprehend.
His grip tightened on her hands and he slammed forward again. Her ass, tender from the spanking, tingled with every thrust.
“Let go,” he said gently, his tone at a direct contradiction to the power of his thrusts.
And she did. Her stomach clenched. Her pussy tightened and spasmed around his cock. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as a terrifying force built and raged inside her, demanding to be let out, forcing its way out.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second of the unbearable tension, the world exploded around her. The room shifted and fuzzed out of focus. Her body took on a life of its own as it shook and trembled.
Tears slid from underneath her lids as her body popped like a rubber band at full stretch. Relief. Such sweet, aching relief.
As she slowly came down from her orgasm, she registered him still rocking against her ass, his cock probing the depths of her pussy.
It was almost painful. She was too tender, too sensitive from such a volatile orgasm. He was stretching her, filling her. She whimpered against the painful ache of his attentions.
Then he withdrew and rotated her body until her hip rested on the arm of the couch. She drew in her legs to alleviate the awkwardness of the position as he walked around the side of the sofa. He bent his knees and lowered himself to her face.
He slid his cock into her mouth and held himself deep. He leaned over and grasped the back of the couch with his left hand and braced himself on the seat cushion beside her head with his right. Then he began thrusting into her mouth.
“Swallow it,” he growled.
It was all the warning she got before the first splash of cum flooded her mouth. He paused to let her swallow before thrusting again, deep, and he held himself at the back of her throat while his cock pulsed more warm seed.
He rode her mouth just like he rode her pussy. Hard, deep and unrelenting. Her lips stretched around the base to accommodate his size. He didn’t let up until he’d poured every drop down her throat.
Slowly and with seeming reluctance, he pulled away, but he paused as his cock slipped from her lips and dangled a mere inch away.
“Lick it clean,” he said huskily.
He lowered it until she sucked it back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around her head.
He groaned as he pumped his hips forward. When she’d licked every drop of the moisture from his skin, he pulled away and stood to his full height beside the couch.
He reached behind her to untie her hands then pulled her up until she was in a sitting position. “Give me one second to get some shorts on, and I’ll be right back,” he said.
She sat there, body shaking, numb, her ass still on fire from the spanking he’d given her. He returned just a minute later and sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Then he stretched out and reached for her.
She went willingly into his arms, and he pulled her up on top of his body. He positioned her back against the back of the couch and wrapped his arms around her as she nestled her cheek into his chest.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered into her hair. “Never did I imagine finding someone like you.”
She smiled and burrowed deeper into his embrace. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, gently pulling the strands apart.
“I was wrong about you,” he continued. “I treated you badly, and all because I believed something about you that wasn’t true.”
She raised her head to look him in the eye. Sincerity blazed in his blue eyes. And regret. She lowered her head to his until their lips touched. She kissed him sweetly, gently, too tired to infuse more passion into the act. He didn’t seem to mind. He gathered her tighter in his arms, and kissed her back, exploring her mouth with his tongue.
Then he turned so she slid down the back of the couch and they faced each other.
“You wore me out,” he confessed. “You’re way too young for me. I can’t keep up.”
She laughed. “Thank God you’re worn out, because I can’t move another muscle.”
“Then go to sleep,” he said softly. “I just want to hold you for a while. I’ll fix us something to eat when you wake up.”
Her heart swelled, and she felt a giddy thrill as he rubbed his cheek to hers. Nothing in her fantasies, in her most vivid dreams had come close to the reality of their lovemaking. He was the perfect combination of strong and tender.
She nuzzled into his neck and pressed a kiss to his warm skin. He squeezed her a little tighter, and she closed her eyes, content to let him do exactly what he wanted: hold her.
CHAPTER 33
Gray slowly opened his eyes and registered immediate contentment. He glanced down to see Faith’s head burrowed in his chest. His right arm was asleep, but he hated to move. She felt right in his arms. Like it was the only place she belonged.
He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair with his left hand. She stirred and rubbed her cheek against his chest. He felt her yawn against him, and he smiled.
“Want to go swimming?” he asked. “I assume you brought a bathing suit, but I wouldn’t care if you went naked.”
She raised her head and looked at him with sleepy, contented eyes. “I brought a suit. I don’t want sand and salt up my woo woo, thank you very much.”
He laughed. “Sand up the woo woo would be a tragedy indeed. Especially since I plan to spend a lot of time up that woo woo.”
Her brow crinkled. “Yeah, wouldn’t that be like screwing sandpaper?”
His entire body shook with laughter, and he smacked her on the ass. He left his hand there and glanced down to see the faint red marks still on her behind. The sight turned him on all over again.
He shifted until she was positioned underneath him on the couch. He struggled out of his shorts and tossed them to the side. Then he nudged her legs apart with his knee and was deep in her pussy in two seconds.
This was no gentle lovemaking session. His need was urgent, and he wanted to fuck her senseless. He gripped her hips in his hands and rode her hard and deep. Her pussy wrapped around his cock. Sucked him deeper, heated, silky. As tight as her sweet ass had been, her pussy gripped him just as hard.
His balls drew up and tightened painfully. He elicited tiny gasps from her every time he pounded home. He ran his hands up her sides to her arms then up to her wrists. Gripping them tight, he pulled her hands above her head and held them there as he drove deep and locked himself against her.
He wanted to come inside her this time. Mark her his in the most primitive way a man can. He wanted to empty himself as deep in her as possible.
Her velvet pussy spasmed around his cock, and to his surprise, she orgasmed. She cried out, arching her chest forward as he held her captive against the couch. The sound of her pleasure pushed him over the edge. He hammered home one more time, clenched his teeth and came deep inside her welcoming heat.
As he felt the last jerk of his cock, he collapsed onto her. He let go of her arms and curled his arms around her, gathering her closely. He was holding too tight. She probably couldn’t breathe worth a damn, but in that moment he didn’t care. He wanted her as close to him as possible.
He kissed her temple and suddenly wanted to tell her more. Wanted to make her promises he wasn’t sure he could keep but wanted to make nonetheless.
As he became aware of her struggling for breath underneath him, he pushed himself off her. His cock slid from her body in a rush of fluid. He gazed down at her pussy, pink and swollen from his lovemaking. His fluids glistened against her pinkness, and he felt a deep satisfaction. His. She was his.
He held his hand down to her. “Let’s go take that swim,” he said.
She slid her small hand into his, and he was struck by the trust the gesture implied. It was all there in her eyes for him to see. Vulnerability, like he had the power to hurt her or pleasure her in a way no other man could. For the first time, he was uncomfortable with the idea of having complete power over her.
He helped her up, and she surprised him by wrapping her arms around his stomach and hugging him tight. As she laid her head on his chest, he raised his arms to hug her back. He stroked a hand over her hair and kissed the top of her head.
When she drew away, she looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling with happiness. “Give me a few minutes to get my suit on.”
He walked to the bedroom with her and while she was putting on her bikini, he dug his swim trunks from his suitcase. When he looked back over at her, she was struggling with the strings to her top.
“Let me,” he offered as he moved over to where she was standing.
She relinquished the ties, and he secured them in a quick knot. His gaze wandered downward to the tiny scrap of material charged with covering her ass. He raised a brow as she turned around to face him.
“Not that I’m complaining, but I really doubt that thing you call a suit will keep the sand out of your woo woo.”
She grinned. “I guess I’ll just have to be very, very careful.”
He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her. With reluctance he pulled away and reached for her hand. “Let’s go before I become a complete animal and fuck you senseless again.”
She blushed, but he could see the spark of desire in her eyes before she quickly looked away.
They walked out the French doors and out on the deck. The sun beamed hot on them as they walked down the wooden ramp leading to the beach.
Faith gazed out over the water as her feet hit the sand. Today the water was greener, not as muddy as it had been the first day she’d arrived. There was a sparkle to the water that was inviting.
She glanced down at Gray’s hand entwined with hers and couldn’t help the surge of happiness that filled her. With a mischievous smile, she broke free of his hand and dashed toward the water.
“Last one in is a rotten egg!”
He took off after her, and she ran shrieking into the water. Water splashed in all directions as she charged into the surf. She slowed when the waves reached her knees but continued to wade out into the warm water.
Gray caught up to her and scooped her up in his arms. She let out a yelp as he grinned evilly down at her.
“I may be a rotten egg, but you’re going to be a drowned rat.”
“You wouldn’t,” she dared.
He arched one sexy brow before tossing her into the air. She sailed several feet and landed with a splash in the deeper water. Her head went under, and she came back up, sputtering and coughing.
He was there, wrapping his arms around her. He hauled her up against him and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and returned his kiss. When he pulled away, she launched herself at him, knocking him over into the surf.
She laughed as he dragged her with him and they both fell under the water. She got a mouthful of salty water again, but it was worth it to see the look on his face when he’d fallen.
They laughed and they played. Faith couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt so happy and carefree. And Gray had lost the driven, intense look he’d worn so often since his arrival. She harbored a teeny tiny hope that she was responsible for the relaxed expression he now wore.
After an hour of swimming, they dragged themselves back onto the beach. She was waterlogged, and her tender bits were starting to chafe from the salt and the sand.
Gray wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her temple. “Let’s go shower and wash the sand off, and then I’ll make us dinner.”
She moved closer to him and wrapped her arm around his waist as well, as they headed back up to the beach house. She shivered when they stepped into the air-conditioned interior. Gray rubbed his hand up and down her arm and hurried her toward the bathroom.
While he turned the shower on, she stripped out of her bikini and waited for the water to warm. Then he gestured for her to step in with him.
The steam rose from the heated water, and she sighed in sheer bliss when he pulled her into the spray. He soaped her body with gentle hands, taking care to get all the sand.
She closed her eyes and let the water spill over her face while he soaped himself. A few seconds later, he cupped her cheek, and she opened her eyes to see him staring at her.
“Ready to get out?” he asked.
She smiled and nodded.
He turned the water off and stepped out. He reached his hand back to her and pulled her out beside him. Once again he dried her, taking his time as he rubbed the towel over her body.
When he was done, he pulled her up and kissed her lightly on the lips. “You go get dressed, and I’ll start dinner. We’ll eat out on the deck.”
While Gray cooked, Faith sat in the kitchen and kept him company. They talked about unimportant things. Laughed. Chatted. It was comfortable. No awkward lapses.
He handed her plates and utensils, and she walked out onto the deck to set the small table. The sun had set, and the breeze blowing off the water was cooler now. She arranged the plates and turned back toward the doors. She met Gray, who was carrying a platter of pasta in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
“The bread’s on the bar if you’ll get it,” he said.
When she returned with the small basket of rolls, he had dished out portions of the food onto their plates and was sitting at the table waiting for her.
She sat down and glanced at the wonderful-smelling pasta. She picked up her fork and took a bite. It melted on her tongue, and she made a sound of appreciation.
“I feel so spoiled,” she admitted.
He raised a brow in question.
“I’ve done nothing since you got here. I haven’t lifted so much as a finger.”
He smiled lazily, his eyes glittering as he stared back at her. “You’re doing exactly what I’ve asked you to do. I couldn’t ask for more, and I couldn’t be more satisfied.”
Warmth surged to her cheeks. She swallowed at the fierce look in his eyes.
“Eat,” he said huskily.
They ate as night fell around them. As the stars popped across the sky and the moon, now full, rose over the water, she sipped at her wine and sat back in her chair.
Her gaze drifted across the table to Gray when he stood and began collecting the dishes. When she started to get up to help, he motioned her back down.
“I’ll be back in just a second. You sit here and relax. It’s a beautiful evening.”
That it was. Waves crashed in the background. The moon cast its pale glow over the beach. The sand crystals winked and glistened as the water chased up and down the shore.
A few minutes later, he returned carrying a blanket. She looked curiously as he settled onto one of the loungers. Then he looked up at her and crooked his finger.
“Come here.”
She rose and walked over to him. He patted his lap and motioned for her to turn around and sit. He spread his legs and pulled her down into the chair with him.
As she settled against his chest, he tossed the blanket over them and pulled it up to her chest. Then he slid his arms underneath and wrapped them around her body, cradling her to him.
He held her tightly and rested his chin on top of her head as they both stared out over the water.
“Gray?” she asked in a low voice.
“Yes, baby?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
She hesitated, not sure how to voice what she wanted to ask.
“Is this…is this just sex between us?”
His arms tightened around her, and she could feel the breath catch in his chest.
“No, Faith. It’s definitely not just sex.”
She wanted to press. Wanted to ask him more, but she contented herself with his answer. She didn’t want to push him away.
So she relaxed against him, content to enjoy the night in his arms.
