Broken Submission: Surrendering Softly (Contemporary Submissive Romance) (5 page)

He chuckled
softly, sending her a burning glance before snaking down, down to
the juncture of her thighs. Oh.

It was like
déjà vu. But no, it was simply her dream come true. Maxwell,
placing his face close to her covered pussy. Lifting one single
index finger which he ran from the top of her mound to the base.
Instantly, Lily felt her panties flood with juice.

Maxwell inhaled
sharply. Lily knew he had to have picked up the scent of her
arousal. When he groaned thickly, she figured he liked the aroma.
And when he pushed aside the soaked panel to bury his tongue inside
her cunt, she realized he was ready to eat her alive.

Splintering
with pleasure, Lily screamed.

Chapter
Five

Maxwell had
never had a woman so responsive. Every sweep of his tongue made her
shudder and liquefy even further. It drove him almost mental.

He had to pin
both hands on her hips to keep her in place. Next time, he vowed,
he’d tie her to the bed. He liked the thought of her helpless and
bound, displayed for his every pleasure.

Right now
though, he just wanted to drown in her sweet, soft and silky pussy.
At some point in time he’d ripped her sexy panties off and now he
had her pretty little cunt in full view. Damn she was maddening.
Just a light strip of auburn curls decorated her sex; the rest of
her was smooth as satin. He licked, sucked and nibbled on her puffy
folds. And then he sought out her engorged clit, making her scream
louder than ever before when he rolled it into his mouth.

“Maxwell!”

She cried out
his name, bucking into his face. He could tell she was close to the
edge. He smiled to himself and tongued her more ferociously.

“Oh fuck. Oh
please,” babbled Lily, sending the blood pumping faster into his
already granite-hard cock. If he got any stiffer it would be
unreal.

Maxwell knew
what Lily wanted. He did warn her he’d make her beg. And he had to
admit she begged so sweetly. And Maxwell could afford to be
generous.

All it took was
a few more flicks of his tongue over her highly reactive clitoris,
and she came unraveled. She screeched her way into an explosive
orgasm, her limbs, pussy and upper body convulsing.

She made him
feel like he was the first man to ever make her cum so hard just
from licking her pussy. Maxwell watched the ecstasy play over her
dazed face even as he lapped up every drop she spilled. She sent
his brain into overload with the way she tasted, felt and sounded.
She swamped his senses and made him ready to take things to
next-level combustion.

Lily was still
spasming when he straightened from her pussy and reached for a
condom. He rolled it onto his cock faster than he’d ever done in
his life. He barely drew his eyes from her face now flushed with
the afterglow of her orgasm.

“You are so
fucking beautiful,” Maxwell said, his voice husky to his own ears.
And she was. Here, in his sheets, her voluptuous body like a feast
to be devoured, her lips parted temptingly. He realized they hadn’t
even kissed. That was an oversight he was going to correct as soon
as possible. But now he had to be inside that melting hot pussy of
hers. A minute’s delay would certainly lead to his undoing.

He ducked his
head to her breast, plucking at it with ravenous lips that had her
moaning and jerking up like she’d just been tazed. His fist was
wrapped around his cock as he placed his tip at her entrance.

Climbing over
her, he grabbed both her thighs with his hands fastened underneath
her knee, spreading her out.

Damn. He’d
never wanted anything this much. What the hell was she doing to
him? He’d had countless women; and yet Lily stood out in more ways
than he cared to admit even then. Shaking off his distracting
thoughts, Maxwell brought the here and now into focus. He’d wanted
her for a long time, and seeing her walk into the club earlier
tonight had triggered off his most manipulative tendencies. By hook
and crook, he’d brought her into his power and all he needed was
this one night and like every other woman in his misguided past,
Lily would soon be a distant memory.

Already a part
of him knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

But that didn’t
matter. Not right now. Not when he was seconds from claiming her at
last. He popped her juicy nipple out of his mouth, balanced on his
knees while his grip on her legs tightened. Staring into her
passion-glazed eyes, Maxwell knifed his cock straight into her
pussy.

Lily stiffened,
her lips parting in a wide, silent scream of shock and pain. As her
impossibly tight walls twitched around him, Maxwell frowned,
conscious of an unmistakable barrier holding him back. It took
seconds for realization to dawn on his lust-addled senses.

Virgin. She was
a fucking virgin. What the hell?

Just as the
thought registered, he heard a stifled sob spill from her lips. She
was staring up at him with unshed tears. Maxwell’s initial thrust
had driven in so firmly he had half his cock embedded inside her.
He knew that pulling out or continuing would cause her the same
amount of excruciating agony.

Maxwell’s jaw
clenched hard. He had to take in two long, steadying breaths. “Why
didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his tone harsher than he’d have
wanted. But he wasn’t angry at her; no – his anger was directed at
himself. He should have fucking known.

“I tried,” she
whispered, a glass-like drop finally spilling unto her cheek.

Feeling like
the monster he knew he was, Maxwell braced himself on his elbows
above her. “I have to finish this. You know that, don’t you?”

If she said no,
Maxwell vowed to himself that he’d comply. No matter how his cock
felt ready to rampage right through her snug, juicy virgin walls,
he’d do as she wanted. His brain was telling him to stop but his
body, his needs, told him differently. But right now all that was
important was Lily.

She drew in
air, and then sighed raggedly. “Okay.”

Her answer made
him close his eyes briefly in relief. He wasn’t sure how much
willpower he’d have had to actually turn back now. He wanted this
too much. But now he was going to make her want it just as bad.

*

First, it had
been like she was buried in pink and blue cotton candy. Maxwell,
manipulating her clit with such salacious intent till the pressure
built and built and then…Bliss, utter bliss. Enough to shut her
down for more than a minute as she strove to get her bearings.

But then had
come that moment when he’d pushed her legs apart, covered her with
his heat and surged into her before she got the chance to give a
warning. The jolt of his penetration had been so absolute she
couldn’t even make a sound. It was like being split in two.

In her mouth
he’d felt big but it was nothing compared to having his thickness
inside her unused cunt. Even with just the first few inches, she
felt every ridge, every pulsating vein. She’d stared up into his
face as tears dimmed her vision. For long moment she couldn’t
breathe or move.

She could see
the anger in his amazed features and couldn’t blame him for being
mad at her. She should have tried harder to warn him. But it didn’t
matter now. The deed was done. She expected him to pull out of her
in disgust. He’d been all set up to have a daring sex pro in his
bed, not some virgin. A man like Maxwell would have no patience for
a woman with no experience in what it took to drive a man wild in
bed.

Turned out she
was wrong. Maxwell had no intention of stopping. I have to finish
this, he’d said. And Lily had no intention of standing in his
way.

At first, it
still felt like she had a battering ram trying to bottom out in her
pussy. But to her surprise, Maxwell was thoughtful, painstaking.
Every motion was deliberate, timed and measured. Her screeching
muscles began to expand around his cock rocking shallowly in and
out of her. To her surprise, he leaned in – and kissed her.

His mouth on
hers was a sweltering distraction she didn’t expect. In between her
quivering limbs, he went on pushing, while his tongue swept the
inside of her mouth. Sinful. She could even taste her essences on
his lips, and it made her head spin. Whoa. She felt that; she
really felt that. Enticement, enjoyment began to shimmer through
the discomfort. He broke the deliciously moist kiss to slide his
lips down to her neck. Oooh. She liked what he did there, sucking
on the sensitive inner curve of her throat.

By the time he
glided even lower and swallowed her nipple and areole in his mouth,
she was a gooey mass of pleasure. When he thrust his hips again,
her wetness and now relaxed muscles gave in more willingly to his
intrusion.

He built up a
steady pace, tantalizing her with the grinding motion that made her
clit tingle in remembrance. Helpless to stop herself, she moaned.
At that sound, Maxwell chose to switch his angle. Next thing she
knew, he was tripping over a wire deep inside her she’d never
dreamed was there.

“Damn. You feel
amazing,” Maxwell growled against her breast. His hands on her hips
dug in, before he moved underneath to cup her ass, stroking the
soft globes with carnal delight. At the same time, he started to
fuck her deep. Lily panted, arching her spine. Finally she started
to meet his slow, calculated thrusts, consumed by the hypnotic
glide of his manly hips.

“More?” Maxwell
rasped, finally lifting up from her swollen breasts to look into
her face. Lily was sure he could see the blatant bliss washing over
her features.

“Please,” was
her throaty response. Her hands unclenched from the sheets, once
again lifting to grip his dark, silky hair.

It was like
being hosed with buckets of ecstasy. Her stuffed cunt pulsated
around Maxwell’s cock as he picked up a rapid rhythm. Was it her
imagination but was there a hitch in his breath? Lily couldn’t tell
for sure, too caught up in her own overwhelming enchantment.

A lifetime of
want compacted into one moment as deep inside her, Maxwell struck a
perfect chord. Faster, deeper, harder. Pain was a faint echo
beneath the pounding of pleasure Maxwell delivered so
powerfully.

“You feel
that?” he gruffed, even as he licked on her neck in a long, hot
swipe up to her ear. He slashed his hips and all Lily could do was
gasp and mewl. How could he need to ask? Her whole body jarred with
each drill of his masterful cock.

“You’re close,”
Maxwell told her more than asked. Lily wasn’t even sure how he
knew, but he was right. The irresistible force was pulling her to
the brink as unrelentingly as that first time. But this was
different. Maxwell’s cock filled her to the brim and jabbed into
nameless spots of inner bliss. He rocked atop her and somehow even
her clit felt the grating of his flesh. She was…lost.

“Oooooh!” she
cried out. It was one long, endless moan. Her muscles clamped even
tighter around him and Maxwell growled, straining into her as his
thrusts blurred into one single, almost militant heave against her
sensitive flesh.

“Now,
Lily.”

His command was
deep, rough. She succumbed almost instantly, bucking into him with
a helpless sobbing. His hands slid down her sides to grip her waist
and he pinned her up against his groin as he pummeled her pussy
into her second, more mind-blowing orgasm. Barely still in charge
of her senses, Lily heard Maxwell roar with the force of his
release as his cock vibrated deep inside her core, rocking both
their frames. Tunneling into a subspace of black, swirling ecstasy,
it was so easy to simply let it take her away…

*

Maxwell had
pulled on his pants and now sat on the edge of the bed, a distance
from the sleeping Lily.

Even now,
replete and deep in slumber, she looked even younger, more innocent
especially with most of her sophisticated make up gone. How could
he have been so fucking wrong about her?

Maxwell
remembered how she’d tried to explain but he wouldn’t listen. He’d
wanted her to be guilty. From the second she’d walked up to their
table and he’d recognized her, he’d felt the need to stake his
claim. It had excited him to think she was no dewy-eyed innocent
but the dirty girl he wished she was. Far from it though; she was
untouched – a virgin no less.

And he was a
fucking bastard.

Maxwell had
done a lot of things in his dissolute past to be ashamed of. But
this had to be the worst. So how on earth could he start to make
things right again?

Emotions,
sentimentality had never been his thing. And yet suddenly, the
woman so delicately spread beneath those covers stirred thoughts
and feeling Maxwell had believed were long buried inside him.
Possessiveness; the need to control…his deeply dominant side was
awoken and now there was no going back.

Lily might
already hate his guts – hell, there was no ‘might’ about it. But
soon, she was going to be his, completely. He’d find a way – he
always did.

His mind
suddenly working fast, he rose from the edge of the bed and on
noiseless bare feet, left the bedroom to head for his study. He got
behind his desk and picked up the phone.

“Zach? It’s
Maxwell. I know it’s late, but I have something I need done within
the next 24 hours.”

Minutes later,
the call ended and Maxwell replaced the receiver. His last words to
Zach had been, “Find out all you can about Lily Armstrong.”

Maxwell wasn’t
even sure what Zach would find. Maybe nothing. But Maxwell couldn’t
shake off the thought that Lily was hiding far more than anyone
could ever imagine. She’d surprised him twice already tonight and
he had a feeling she still had a lot of surprises up her
sleeve.

His expression
was thoughtful, calculating. Then he remembered what lay waiting in
between the tousled sheets in his bedroom, and felt himself harden
with throbbing intensity. It was official – Lily Armstrong was in
his blood. And something told him there was only one way to get her
out of his system.