Read ReclaimedSurrender Online
Authors: Riley Murphy
“Go, Alex. Go to my bed before I change my mind. Stretch out
on your stomach and wait for me.”
“Thank you.”
She turned to leave, but he caught her arm. “Thank you,
what?”
“Thank you, Master.”
Letting her go was the hardest thing he’d done in a long
while. Damn torture, when all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and make
her swear that he was her Master now and forever. He took a deep breath, let
his head fall back and stared at the ceiling as he contemplated this newest
piece to the puzzle that made up his wife. Would he ever know what went on in
that mind of hers?
Please, Master.
That worshipful plea grabbed hold of
his heart and tugged hard. She was such a worthy woman to be mastered.
Hell, he’d known it instantly. That fateful moment years
ago, when she’d marched into his boardroom and showed off her superior
intellect with an elegant modesty that was breathtaking. It hadn’t taken him
more than five minutes to fall in love with her. She was wickedly smart,
independent and strong minded and these were the beautiful things about her he
never wanted to change. Oh sure, she’d challenged his dominance every step of
the way, but that’s what he loved best. It kept things between them interesting
and surprising. Surprised, like he was now.
He shook his head and sighed.
Master.
She truly was
playing with dangerous fire giving him this type of deference. She was opening
up old desires, which may have been better for her left alone because now all
he could think about was her saying it again and again. And if it was true that
she thought only to address him as such for these few shorts days because he’d
collared her? Well, hell, he’d make damn sure he’d push her to say it as often
as possible.
Alexis was more than coherent now. That’s why she was
scowling. Master? Where had that come from? She stretched across the width of
the king-size bed and mentally debated
. You want him to be a bigger part of
your life. You miss his guidance and compelling attentions. You ache to
experience the stripped-down and raw intimacy you used to share together.
He broke that trust.
Yes, he did, Alexis. Get over it. It was a mistake. A
terrible mistake that weighed more heavily upon him than it did on you.
That realization brought her up short because she fully
understood the concept. Was that why she so readily accepted him as her Master
now? She closed her eyes and swallowed. No, in the deepest part of her heart
she knew he deserved the honor and that’s why she’d given it to him. She
inhaled sharply as a picture of herself clinging to his knee came to mind.
He is my Master.
S
he exhaled. How had he managed to bring her to a
place in their non-vanilla lifestyle she secretly promised herself that she’d
never go with him? A place too far removed from everything she’d been taught
was normal. Taught?
That’s what he’s done.
He’
s taught you to
want things you swore you never wanted. Created needs inside you that only he
can fill.
There was nothing wrong with that, was there?
No, because Rene had also taught her to embrace every facet
of herself. The good and the bad with a grace that could withstand it all. This
was imperative, as she’d be counting on that strength now.
Every part of her prickled with pent-up expectations while
she waited for him. She loved the ebb and flow of the moment. Where her fear
mingled with excitement and her shame competed with her pride. She knew Rene
loved her without question just the way she was and that truth unchained every
doubt she’d locked away as protection and allowed her princess-warrior to step
aside.
By the time he came into the room she’d completely
surrendered herself to him. Her mind, body and soul. She was lost in the moment
and more than ready to do anything he chose to do to her without question.
“Press your face against this,” he said. Lifting her head
and smoothing the jersey fabric of one of his t-shirts underneath her. When he
gently lowered her back down that familiar one-of-a-kind cologne engulfed her.
Inspired her. Fired her. Intoxicated her.
She couldn’t help her conditioned reaction. It was
instinctual. Primitive. Primal. She groaned and dug her jaw into the fragrant
folds. Capturing the material in trembling hands and crushing it with her
fists, pushing it into her nose. Breathing. Sighing. Dying to be touched.
Tasted. Tormented, because Rene always wore this special blended scent when he
opened her up for his pleasure alone.
“I knew you’d like that.”
She vaguely heard what he said. She was too busy pushing her
hips into the mattress. Moaning into the jersey. Strangling the fabric.
Twisting it. Making love to it.
“Okay, kitten, that’s enough purring over me. Let go. Easy,
that’s a good girl. Bend your arms up. Like this. Good, very good.” Rene stood
in front of her. His thighs were close to her forehead as he worked to
reposition her. “I’m going to take down your panties. I’m not going to fully
remove them because I like to see the lace looped around your knees. What do
you say?”
“Thank you.”
He leaned over and slowly pulled them down. Dragging his
fingers in tantalizing pressure along the insides of her thighs until he
abruptly stopped. “Thank you, what?”
“Master.”
“Better.” He took his time with the lace. Easing it down.
Caressing her skin through the sheer fabric, saying, “You will remember to
address me properly from now on, Alex. I won’t remind you again.” He stroked
her right thigh from knee to center and back again. “Do you understand?”
She didn’t mean to squirm. To flex herself toward his
delicious touch. It just kind of happened. “I understand.”
He smacked her bottom with one sharp tap and then laid his
hand over the instantly heated surface. “And no moving. You know better than
that.”
“Y-yes. Sor-ry, Master.” She willed every muscle in her body
to relax. She wanted to show him that she did know better. She wanted to prove
it to him.
“Ah.” He finished with her panties, leaving them around her
knees as his hands roamed upward. Over her thighs, between them, over her butt
cheeks, between them, over her lower back and between her shoulders blades
until she heard him say through the descending and familiar fog, “This is much
better, Alex. Your body is trained so well to my hand. Look at how nicely it
opens up and welcomes my touch.” He trailed his fingers down her spine, over
the cleft of her bottom and let them dip low between her legs. “Wet. So wet.”
His firm, sexy and commanding voice set her off and her
fingers automatically curled into the sheets, as she prayed he’d touch her more
deeply.
“Flatten those palms, Alex. There’ll be no tension in you
this afternoon. None. You will close your eyes and take steady, measured
breaths. Do it now.”
He took his hands off her and she half-groaned, half-cried
from the loss. Quickly she turned her nose into the jersey and breathed.
“Are you that hungry, baby? It’s been a long time, hasn’t
it?” When she didn’t answer right away, he grabbed hold of her ponytail and
pulled. “Hasn’t it?”
“Yes, too long, Master.” She shifted. “So long.”
“Alex.” He gave her another tug. Only this time in warning
when she tried to angle up and rub her cheek against his thigh. “I did not give
you permission to touch me.”
“I’m sorry, Master. I want only to please you, but…”
“But what, Alex? Focus and finish your thought.”
“I’m slipping. I want to be present so I can show you how
brave I am.”
He sighed and eased his grip. Laying her cheek back down on
the mattress, he took hold of the elastic tie in her hair and slid it off. His
strong fingers raked through the loose strands, massaging her scalp for a
moment before he bent and kissed her forehead. “And I’d prefer, for the first
little while, you weren’t present.” He caressed her brow. “Until it’s me inside
you, little one, I want you to escape. Let me get you there.”
He scooped up the bottom half of her and placed a pillow
beneath her. No sooner had he put her back down then he was lifting her up
again.
“Not high enough. I like your beautiful ass in the air.
There, that’s better. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Good girl. I want you to promise me, Alex. I want you to
think of me as your Master even in your private thoughts. Here and right now,
I’m not Rene to you. I’m not your husband. I’m more than those two things
combined. I’m your world. Your protector. Your Master. Your life. Say it.”
“You’re my world. My protector. My Master. My life.”
That’s when he went to work. In no time at all, every part
of her was slick with oil and aching for him. She couldn’t help herself. She
undulated against the pillows, moaning and then groaning more when he smacked
her bottom and told her to stop.
Vaguely she heard him speaking about the afternoon before,
when she’d slid over his desk. She wasn’t sure what he was saying about that,
but he did give her two healthy spanks, which stung and burned until the
feeling spread out from there and made her shiver. Working to drive her deeper
into her quiet place. She was so content in her peaceful space that she barely
noticed when he drizzled a good portion of cool oil between her bottom cheeks
and rubbed, until he rubbed hard. Really hard and she was forced out of her
shell to gasp, to flex, and raggedly breathe.
He took no notice of her discomfort. “Flatten those palms,
Alex. Let go of the sheets. Easy.”
She hadn’t realized she was wrenching the fabric in her
hands. Nor did she know how he’d gone from being positioned at her head to now
standing on the opposite side of the bed at her feet. “I-I didn’t…”
“Shh, relax, baby.”
His words penetrated her desire-induced haze at the same
time the silicone device slid into her. “Jesus!”
“Don’t tense up. Relax and take a deep, long breath.”
His hand slipped between her legs and found her sweet spot.
His slow and incredibly gentle strokes almost eased the memory of the burn from
her consciousness. Almost. “It’s uncomfortable.”
“I want you to bear it. You’ll gladly bear it. Remember this
is for me. Relax and breathe. Let all the tension go.”
He pushed the object into her another inch and she gasped.
The wicked burning took her breath away.
“You will not make a sound. Not one sound, Alex, unless you
can’t continue. If you can’t do this for me you know what to say and I’ll stop.
Otherwise, I want your silence because I don’t want you distracted. I want you
to focus on what I say, on what I tell you and then on what I do to you. Nod if
you understand.”
She bit down hard on her lower lip as he mercilessly eased
that thing into her another solid inch. In the store it hadn’t looked that big
to her, but right now she was thinking it was. This was never going to work.
She was—
Her whole body jerked and she lost her train of thought. Her
Master had slipped two fingers inside her pussy and found her G-spot. He tapped
and stroked that spot so thoroughly she began sweating. Panting. Silently
crying into the scent of him on that laid-out jersey.
“How beautiful is this? How fucking gorgeous,” he whispered,
withdrawing his hand from her and lovingly stroking her cleft. Grasping her cheeks
in his strong fingers, he moved his palms in a circular motion that opened and
closed her ass over the fully inserted device. The rhythmic action created a
tension that built to a sharp pang of desire like nothing she’d ever felt
before. It was acute and—
“No coming, Alex. Not now and not during your quiet time.
Nod if you understand. Good.” He let go of her and slipped a hand between her
legs, pressing his knuckles against her clit. “That’s it. You can shake all you
want.” He increased the pressure. “Tremble, baby. I like to see you falling
apart. That’s it. Mmm… Wet and open and ready, just the way I like you.”
She wanted to come so bad. Her inner muscles twitched and
contracted and openly wept their desire for him again and again until he pulled
away.
“You’re so fucking responsive.” He used the flat of his
palms to spread her thighs as far as the restrictive panties would allow. He
didn’t move from that intimate positioning. Was he staring at her? Examining
her? The wild flutters grew in her belly and took over until every bone in her
body sank languidly into muscle. She was floating. Sailing outside herself.
“I’m going to leave you to your quiet time now. You’ll be
alone with your thoughts. Thoughts of how prettily you can ask me to fuck this
spectacular ass of yours.” He latched on to her butt cheeks and crushed them
together, sending electrifying sensations through all her fully primed nerve
endings. The abrupt move made her whole body convulse. “Make it convincing,
Alex. You’ll have to be very convincing.”
By the time she stopped quaking her Master was gone. It took
her several moments to catch her breath and return to earth, realizing he was
done with her for now. The fact that he’d left her in this achy and highly
charged state was of little consequence because he’d return soon enough and
when he did she needed to be prepared to convince him.
* * * * *
An hour later, Rene reentered the room. He turned on one of
the lamps on the nightstand, as the late-afternoon shadows had begun to swallow
up the space within and interfere with his view. And what a view.
Alexis lying nearly naked on his bed. If not for the sexy
red lace that looked like a pair of manacles circling her knees she would be
completely bare. He walked around the four-poster, to the opposite side where
those knees gently rested.
“You look like you’ve done well, Alex. Your positioning is
perfect. Your ass is still raised and inviting, just how I want it. You didn’t
come, did you?” When she didn’t answer he smiled. “Good girl. You may speak.”
“No, Master.”
He put one hand on the small of her back while he bent and
slipped his other between her legs. “You’re very wet.” Her muscles clenched
against his fingers while he made this observation. A clear indication she was
on edge and ready. Only fear of his disapproval held her back.
He straightened and asked, “Do you have something to say to
me, little one?”
“Yes, Master.”
He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. “I’m listening.
Take your time and make this right. You want this to be perfect, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Her voice was small and quiet and the tone beckoned the
beast inside him to come out. “I expect it to be perfect, Alex.”
He stripped off the rest of his clothes and laid them over
his chair while he waited for her to begin. She’d begged him hundreds of times
before, especially when he tested her limits. This got her off big time so he
was a little surprised she was hesitating now. Was this a hard limit he wasn’t
going to be able to push her through? If it was, he’d be disappointed, but he’d
never let her know it.
Naked, hard and ready to get the ball rolling, he prompted,
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking this is going to be the dirtiest afternoon of
my life and I want it to be because you want this from me. I will give you
anything, everything you want and more, if I’m able. You are my Master and
protector. You’ve found the me I couldn’t find myself. I belong to you and you
alone. My purest desire is to make all your desires come true. Please let me
make that happen for you. Please let me please you this way.”
Perfect didn’t begin to describe those words or what they
meant to him. “Very, very good, little one.” He had to clear his throat. His
voice was suddenly husky with emotion. “Your words mightily please me. Let’s
see if your body will be so accommodating.”