Broken Submission: Surrendering Softly (Contemporary Submissive Romance) (4 page)

“I can’t
explain now, but it’s fine. I… I know him,” Lily muttered low.

Pamela’s eyes
widened. “You know Maxwell Craig?”

“Yes. Look,
just trust me, okay. I’ll be fine,” Lily said, barely able to meet
Pamela’s confused gaze. Both Vincent and Maxwell stood beside a
sleek, low slung black sports car. Vincent shook her hand with a
charming smile and added that he hoped they’d meet again. Then he
went over to the waiting Pamela.

Lily couldn’t
speak as Maxwell held open the front passenger door for her.

Once seated in
the plush interior, Lily closed her eyes briefly and prayed for the
strength to go through with this. By the time Maxwell took his
place in the driver’s seat and started the powerful car, Lily was
resigned to her fate. She was going to get her long-time wish of
sharing Maxwell Craig’s bed but not in the circumstances she
envisaged. But there was one consolation that it would be just for
one night. And then she could wish him in the deepest, darkest pit
of hell meant for men as unfeeling and beastly as he was….

Chapter
Four

One night would
be more than enough, thought Maxwell. It was plenty.

He almost
couldn’t believe he had her where he wanted her. It gave him a
definite thrill to see her standing there in the middle of his
bedroom, waiting for his next command.

She’d hardly
said a word since he drove them to his place. Not that it mattered.
He wasn’t much for long talking. Not when it came to the business
at hand.

He arched his
brow at the frozen Lily. “Well?”

His eyes raked
her shapely frame pointedly. “The clothes come off, Lily. But I
need you to do it slow. And sexy.”

She was
blushing. Ah, sweet. She really had that innocence act perfected.
Which was fine with him. He always liked a bit of role play and if
she wanted to keep acting the wronged virgin…

“I’m waiting,
Lily. Strip. Off. I want to see all those juicy curves your dress
has been wearing.”

Her gorgeous
green eyes flashed with anger. No longer covered behind thick,
unflattering lenses, they looked like fierce emeralds, thickly
shaded by her lashes.

He leaned back
on the bed, still fully dressed and was all set to enjoy the show.
He’d never looked forward to fucking a woman this much. And Lily
was more than enough woman for him. Now he was about to see what
all those baggy suits of hers had been concealing. As per his
command, she began to undress. First she reached round to unzip her
bustier dress. It fell to the floor at her feet.

Maxwell’s eyes
narrowed. Fuck me, he thought. Soft looking, pearly skin.
Unblemished and glowing with pink health. Breasts full and heavy
encased in a miniscule strapless bra. A slightly pinched in waist
and flared, feminine hips. At her apex, a strip of triangular lace
hid her one last secret from him. Curvy thighs and long, shapely
legs and little feet in those black sexy pumps.

Maxwell was so
hard he could feel himself throbbing.

“The heels stay
on,” he rasped, suddenly not recognizing his own voice.

She stood there
with defiance in her eyes. Maxwell smirked. He liked that she had
that streak of fire. He enjoyed his women submissive but not like
ice maidens.

“I was right,”
he murmured, not peeling his eyes from the image of sensual beauty
standing before him, ready for the taking. His taking. “All this
time, when I imagined what a delightful body you’d have beneath
your dowdy skirt suits, this was exactly how I pictured you.
Rubenesque, luscious. And soon, I’m going to have my fill. You’ll
obey my every command, my every little whim. And I promise to make
this night as unforgettable as it can be for you as well as me.
Every other man who’s ever fucked you will be a distant memory
after tonight, when I imprint my passion on every inch of your lush
body. Now, come here.”

*

Oh God.

Lily felt
shamed. By herself, most of all. She already knew she was wet.
Stripping beneath Maxwell’s hooded, dark gaze had been an ultimate
turn on. She must be insane.

She’d sworn not
to like or enjoy any of this. She’d planned to remain a blank
receptacle till he was done with her. Maxwell Craig thought she was
a prostitute; a fraud who’d deceived others with her innocent
persona. He’d called her a dirty slut and secretly, it had excited
her even though she knew he was so off mark.

Maybe there was
still one more chance. If he knew the whole truth, he might rethink
his beastly ultimatum to fuck her in return for his silence.

“Maxwell,
please.”

She bit hard on
her lip, standing there trembling as she held his gaze
appealingly.

His cheekbones
looked somewhat flushed, and more prominent as lust turned his
handsome face almost diabolic.

“Don’t speak.
Not one more word,” he said huskily. “I’m done talking. And I have
better things for that pretty mouth of yours to be doing right now.
So I’ll say it one last time: come here, Lily. Now.”

*

Maxwell’s
desire was one part wickedness, one part dominance and three parts
intense. So intense. He burned her with his gaze as he watched her
slowly walk up to where he was.

He
straightened, still seated on the edge of the bed. He parted his
knees and crooked his fingers at her in a come-hither gesture. Then
he pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”

Lily lowered to
her knees between his thighs.

“Look at me,
Lily.”

Her eyelids
felt heavier than lead but she managed to lift them as she looked
into his obsidian gaze. “Take out my cock.”

There was no
mistaking his command. Neither could Lily need to wonder what
protruded so impressively in his dark pants just below her line of
vision.

To her
surprise, her fingers were perfectly steady as she reached for his
belt. She felt more than heard his sharply indrawn breath as she
undid the buckle. Then she reached for the fastening of his
pants.

She could feel
his gaze on her face. Lily knew she couldn’t chicken out now. The
faster she went along with this, the sooner it would be over.

All she needed
to do was reach down deep, deep inside and be the woman Maxwell
wanted her to be.

Beneath the
elastic band of his dark silken boxers, Lily felt her fingers dip
of their own accord. If her heart was pounding erratically, she
couldn’t feel it. But she did feel the solid heat of pure, rigid
satin-skinned steel that was Maxwell’s cock.

Lily had never
held a man’s dick in her hands. And Maxwell was so big. So thick
she couldn’t fit one fist completely around his girth. And long,
with a mushroom-shaped cap. Lily couldn’t believe how beautiful it
looked; in every way a man’s cock could be beautiful.

She wrapped him
in both hands and felt his maleness surge. She lifted her eyes once
more to his and saw the fiery heat of lust in his gaze.

Lily licked her
suddenly parched lips and said softly, “Tell me exactly what you
want me to do.”

She hadn’t
expected her words to enflame him the way they did. He groaned deep
in his throat, the sound making her shudder. She’d meant for him to
instruct her since everything she knew about blowjobs could easily
fit into a thimble. But from the way his nostrils flared and his
eyes blazed darkly, she’d ended up ramping his arousal with her
submissive entreaty.

He reached out
a hand to close over both of hers enfolded round his shaft. “Firm
strokes. Up, down,” he said huskily, holding her gaze unwaveringly.
His hand guided hers to follow his direction. Having her palms
sealed around impressive manhood, stroking him, while staring deep
into his eyes was the most erotic thing Lily had ever done. Her
pussy lips twanged and she grew breathless.

There was
more.

“And twist,”
rasped Maxwell, showing her how. Beneath her bra, Lily felt her
breast grow heavy, her nipples puckering in helpless response to
being able to touch Maxwell so intimately, to feel him thicken and
harden even further in her palms. “Now, your tongue – everywhere. I
like it sloppy, Lily. Very sloppy.”

Now that made
her belly flip and flop. Holy smoke she was creaming up her
panties. She stared down at his cock as Maxwell drew his hand away.
She saw the precum beading at his cap, and she licked her lips
instinctively.

And then she
licked him. She leaned forward and ran her tongue round his cap,
tasting his tangy flavor in those glassy beads pooling from his
tip. His hips jerked slightly, but otherwise he stayed quite still
as she delicately lapped all around his shaft, keeping things as
wet as possible, just like he’d asked. The underside of his cock
head, the beautifully carved V just beneath, and then all around
his length was bathed by her eager tongue.

Lily heard him
swear harshly underneath his breath.

Suddenly, she
didn’t need to be told what to do. Lily let her feminine intuition
guide her, as well as her now mounting libido. He tasted and felt
so good on her tongue. She wanted it all. So she parted her lips
wide and sealed them tight around him, and sucked hard.

“Fuck! Yes,”
growled Maxwell. His hands cupped the back of her head, and she
felt him press down. Lily’s mouth stretched to take more of his
inches, her head bobbing upwards and downwards in a steady rhythm.
But then he wanted it faster, wanted her to take him deeper. He
fisted her hair and held her in place as he began to fuck her face,
hitting the back of her throat several times.

Why did this
feel so good? Even when it felt like her oxygen seemed closed off
each time his big cock jabbed into her esophagus, still she felt
such power. She gripped his base and jacked on him even as she
sucked, letting him thrust deeply into her willing cavity.

“Shit, Lily. So
good. You’ll make me explode,” Maxwell grunted.

Maxwell’s cum,
spurting down her throat would have been a perfect finish. Lily’s
mouth salivated even more just imagining him lose control like
that, for her.

But he didn’t.
Just when she felt his cock begin to pump faster and faster into
her mouth, and just as the veins seemed to throb with even more
life force, he pulled out with a feral growl.

His cock popped
out of her aching mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair as he
pulled her off her shaky knees, rising up with her. He all but
tossed her unto the bed.

“On your back.
Knees spread,” he said in a tone so gruff it made Lily’s breath
skip.

Not even
thinking first, she moved to obey. She was trembling so hard, and
she was so much more aroused than she imagined possible. She lay
face up in the middle of the bed, her thighs parting almost of
their own volition.

Maxwell stood
at the edge of the bed, already ripping out of his jacket, his
shirt. He let out a low growl of approval as he watched her raise
her knees in the air and open them wide.

“Perfect,” he
rasped, as he finished taking off his pants and boxer shorts.

Now it was
Lily’s turn to watch him. He was magnificent. Tanned, smooth
skinned and streamlined in muscle. Every inch of him seemed to
ripple with vitality. And his cock, dear heavens. From the angle
she lay, she could see it in prominent detail and it looked like a
separate living element upon his gorgeous physique.
Unapologetically stiff, it pointed right at her.

Lily’s panties
clung moistly to her core as every nerve cell in her body came to
life at the sight of this beautiful, mercilessly aroused male.

Without a word,
he joined her on the bed, gripping her ankles. He lifted one foot
to his lips, and trailed his lips over her toes, her instep. Then
he did it for the other foot.

His lips on her
skin seared her as if she was being branded. Lily phased out every
other thought except how much it thrilled her to feel his touch,
his kisses on her skin. He tripped that sexy mouth up her calf and
then above her knee. Made her start to pant as he nibbled just on
the inside of her thigh.

Lily was
totally losing it. Reality was so much better than in her
fantasies. For a moment, she forgot how she had even got to be
here, in his bed. His blackmail, his disrespect and disregard for
her call to reason took the back burner. God it felt so good when
he dipped the tip of his tongue into her nave. She hunched her
back, gasping. He moved up, hands closing over her bra. Then he
tugged down the lacy cups, finally baring her tits to his gaze.

She stared at
his handsome face, and watched it dance around her distended tip.
Lily let out a screech of pleasure before she could stop
herself.

Maxwell looked
up at her with a triumphant smile. “Ah. Your erogenous zone. Or
maybe, one of them. I’m going to take such pleasure discovering
them all.”

Speechless,
Lily could only grab fist holds of the sheets on either side of her
as Maxwell sucked hard on her nipple. He nibbled and bit, before he
then eased the ache with succulent laps. Lily moaned and moaned,
and loathed herself for being such a weakling. It wasn’t supposed
to feel this good, but it did. Oh, it did.

He shifted to
the other breast, and Lily felt ready to faint. A man capable of
giving this much pleasure should be outlawed, thought Lily. He set
her body on fire just with her nipple in his mouth, his hand
cupping the other breast and squeezing hard. Even with her bra
still on, Lily felt every aching caress, every insisting
suckle.

Unable to help
herself, her fingers uncurled from the sheets and instead, buried
themselves in his hair. The sensual thrill of his dark, thick locks
so silky beneath her fingers heightened her desire. Bad as he was,
she wanted him and she could no longer fight it.

Beneath him,
she writhed and moaned. She whimpered, squealed. He seemed ready to
pamper her breasts with all-night attention. So when he finally
withdrew his mouth, she couldn’t help but whine in protest.