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  She gave me a pointed look, eyes hot with arousal. “And how am I supposed to—” She bit off a moan as I brought her closer, the lines of her body matching mine perfectly. “How am I supposed to talk to t-think with your hands all over me?”

  I traced the curve of her bottom lip with my thumb, already making plans for her hot little mouth. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you look so goddamn sexy?”

  “Sexy?” she frowned in disbelief, using the little space that remained between us to gesture at her body. “In a wrinkled button down shirt?” She fondled her tresses gingerly. “Greasy hair?”

  “Absolutely.” I smiled down at her, undoing each button, one by one. “But your sexiness is so much more than how hot you look in one of my shirts, or how your tousled, wild, hair would look fisted as I take you from behind.” I drank in the contrast of her pale pink nipples against the starch white of my shirt and the way her breath hitched when I gripped it tight. She looked at me from behind hooded eyes, the moan at the back of her throat going straight to my balls. “It’s in your gaze. Curiosity, fear, lust, and fight. I want to be the one that answers those questions for you, calms your fears, give you indescribable pleasure, and shows you that it’s okay to trust again. That you’re safe with me.”

  She planted both hands firmly on my chest separating herself from me. She was clearly waging some internal war as to whether she could trust me or if these were just words I was spouting off.

  “Listen to your body. Hell, listen to mine.”

  When she gave me her signature stubborn glare, I pulled her toward me, leading her hand to my raging hard cock.

  I was always better at showing than telling. Her eyes registered surprise, then the blue irises caught fire, burning with a lust that echoed my own. She gripped my cock tight, her fingers drawing up and down the swollen length.

  A low groan rumbled through me. “You see what you do to me, Melissa? This thing that burns between us is more powerful than anything I’ve ever known.”

  The last bonds of doubt were broken as she arched her body into mine, raising her mouth toward mine, giving her beautiful lips to me. As much as I wanted to ravage her, thrust my tongue into her mouth, leave her breathless as I swept her up and took her on the island countertop, there was something I needed even more.

  “I want you to offer your submission to me.”

  She gaped at me like I wasn’t speaking English. “What?”

  “I want you to understand what you’re agreeing to. This is more than kinky sex. It’s intense. Sometimes painful. And it’s more than a physical connection; it’s psychological.” Delilah’s words festered, the wound still raw. “I want you to know what I am, and what I’m not.”

  Her eyes softened as she stroked my cheek. “I know who you are, Logan. And I won’t pretend I’m an expert at this, but I know that being with you, being your submissive, feels right.” She gave me a steely look of determination. “I’m offering my submission.”

  My pulse raced, my cock thumping in approval. I offered her my hand. “Good girl.”

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  ****

  We were no strangers to my bedroom, but the taut, unspoken excitement that electrified the silence was proof that this would be different. Tonight, she would be mine.

  I rested my hand on the small of her back and her nerves rippled through my fingers.

  “Relax,” I whispered softly.

  “That’s easy for you to say,” she fired back, throwing me a wary look over her shoulder. “You know what comes next.” Her voice turned cautious. “I’ve never...I don’t...”

  I pulled her into my arms, planting a kiss on her forehead, then a lingering one on her lips. I held her close, tight, until she exhaled and I felt her relax into the embrace. She stole a look up at me, her sky blue eyes studying me with curiosity.

  “What?” I fondled a loose blonde tress that drifted onto her cheek.

  “I just expected you to be different once I said yes.” Her cheeks burned hot. “More stern.”

  “Bend you over and spank your ass until it’s as bright red as your face?” I winked, enjoying giving her a hard time. When she nudged me with her elbow, my little fighter, unwilling to budge or back down even when faced with the unknown, a fierce need gripped me and didn’t let go. This ache in the familiar part of me collided with a throb in my chest that wasn’t so familiar. There was nothing like the first time with a new submissive, but I wasn’t stubborn enough to deny that this excitement was different.

  We hadn't even begun and she already possessed all of my senses. The warm scent of her tousled hair beckoned me when I swept it to the side. I wanted nothing between us as I planted my lips on her skin. I could taste her excitement, the delicious anticipation as she leaned into my touch. When I roped her waist and pulled her back against me, against the raging hard need that pierced my pants, she released a low, tantalizing moan.

  My other hand slid down the opening of her shirt, gripping her breast. I circled her nipple, loving how hard her peaks were for me. So perky and attentive. Just when she was starting to lose it, grinding her ass against me, I released my savage hold on her nipple. I found the other was just as eager, swollen for my touch. As soon as her moans built to a fever pitch, I released it. Her groan of protest, complete with a frustrated pout, shot right to my balls.

  “No fair,” she whispered, turning her intense blue eyes on me. In that moment, I saw more openness, more vulnerability than ever before.

  “While we're in this moment, this scene, fair is irrelevant.” Even though a storm of lust was wreaking havoc inside me and I wanted nothing more than to bend her over and fuck her until she called on every deity in existence for deliverance, I needed to dominate her. I needed to see the moment it all clicked into place and she realized the power in submission, the beautiful gift she was giving me—and the life altering pleasure I'd give her in return.

  My cock protested when I put distance between us, but it had to be done. As much as I wanted to caress her and watch her come undone in my hands, it was important to establish the scene and our place in it. The rules needed to be explained before we got carried away and safe words and limits were thrown to the wind.

  I needed to let her know who was in charge.

  I circled her slowly, my eyes roving over her body. Her face was flush with arousal, the pink heightened in her cheeks. Lips trembling. If I fisted her hair and pulled her back until we were eye to eye, I knew her pupils would be dilated. And if I yanked down her pants and shoved my fingers in her pussy, she’d coat them in her juices.

  I drew a sobering breath, calming myself. This wasn't my first time around the D/s block, but I was forgetting my own rules. I wanted to fuck her so bad it hurt, but I wouldn't bring her into my world until she knew what to expect.

  I continued my rotation, a hawk hunting its prey. Learning her, reading her, before I struck. “I'll take it easy on you the first time. But be warned—when we're in the scene, I'm your Dom and you're my submissive. You've offered your submission to me and in return, I'll never give you more than you can bear.” I paused in front of her, owning her gaze. “That being said, you can always end whatever erotic act I'm doing to you with a single word: red.”

  “Red,” she repeated hoarsely, trying the word on for size as she licked her lips. “And what if I want to keep going?”

  I brushed her cheek with my knuckle. “Don't you worry about that, love. I have every intention of going, taking, and owning your body. We'll learn your limits together—just make sure you're honest with yourself and me and use the safe word when you need to.”

  She gave me a crisp nod. I nearly picked her up and threw her over my knee for the insubordinate act, but realized I'd neglected that formality.

  I crossed my arms. “When we're in the scene, you will address me as Sir. Failure to do so is disrespectful and will be punished accordingly. And when I speak to you, I want your hands behind your back and your eyes always on me. Understood?”


  I saw societal conventions and feminist theory balking in her head. At face value, I got it. To an outsider, a woman being submissive to her lover flew in the face of equality. But this wasn't a college lecture hall...this was my bedroom. And there was nothing sexier than a woman that knew her body and what it needed and had the strength to admit it needed something kinky and taboo.

  I narrowed my eyes, still waiting for her answer. Finally, she raised her chin and replied clear as a bell, “Yes sir.”

  “Good girl.” I put her to the test. “Now take off your clothes.”

  I expected wide eyes. Or a peevish, ‘All of them?’. Instead, she scrambled out of her clothes like she couldn't get out of them fast enough. Standing before me, every part of her bare and perfect, she quickly covered herself as best she could with her arms, blushing hard. I circled behind her, drinking up the round curve of her bottom before I smacked her right ass cheek. She gasped, out of shock more than pain. She'd already forgotten a rule which meant I had the right to do much more, but I wouldn't throw her in the deep end just yet.

  I leaned down, my lips level to her ear. I waited a moment, slowly rubbing the area I spanked until her muscles relaxed. “Hands behind your back until I say otherwise.”

  She promptly obeyed. “Yes sir.”

  I kissed her shoulder. She was learning quickly. “Remain here, eyes forward. I'll be just a moment.”

  I left her, striding toward the closet. I paused, throwing a quick look over my shoulder to see if she was tempted to disobey, but her eyes were steadfast on the bed. I swear I could see the gears churning, smell her arousal for what was to come from several feet away.

  I couldn't wait to take her.

  I stepped into the closet, my eyes dropping to the leather chest tucked neatly against the wall. I lifted the heavy lid and scanned the erotic contents. Handcuffs, silk rope, floggers and a riding crop. I had sterile items that were still in the packaging, butt plugs that ranged from 'this is my first time' to 'stretch me to the max'. Bullet vibrators. I smiled and picked up the nipple clamps and grabbed the role of bondage tape. My erection tented the front of my pants to the point of discomfort, so I shed them and got back to my little sub.

  She was still looking forward, her side profile a journey of small and wide curves. She hitched a breath when I gripped her ass, nipping her shoulder as I bit back a growl. God, she was beautiful like this. Tailor made for me with her pert little tits and her round hips and ass.

  I showed her the items I would be using on her, holding up the round circle of black tape first. “This is bondage tape.” She arched an eyebrow and I answered the question before she even asked it. “It looks like duct tape, but it adheres to itself. When—” I smiled darkly. “If I remove it, you won't experience discomfort.”

  Her eyes flickered to the clamps, then doubled in size.

  I opened the pincher and closed it. “These, I'm afraid, can be just as fearsome as they look.”

  Her lips parted, nostrils flaring with worry.

  I cupped her cheek, staring deep into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

  She nibbled her bottom lip. “This is insane, but yes. Sir,” she added quickly.

  I scooped her hair behind her shoulders, her milky white tits and nipples begging to be touched tenderly and torturously. I decided to go with the second item first. I held her right breast and closed the clamp around her pink peak. She howled in pain until I adjusted it and when I looked into her eyes I saw a feral need that clawed inside me too. As much as I wanted to leave it unspoken, communication was important and necessary during play.

  “How do you feel?”

  She swallowed hard. “It hurts...but it hurts so good,” she sighed.

  I pulsed behind my boxers as I applied the clamp to her second nipple. Her shuddering and hissing of pain melted into a suppressed moan of need. Her heavy breathing made her breasts shudder and the silver chain glittered and swayed ever so slightly.

  I pried my eyes away from how beautifully erotic she looked and stepped behind her, wrapping her wrists in the tape. I left her a small range of motion, but tight enough that she knew her place.

  I took a picture of her in my mind, something to remember this moment, and her beautiful submission by.

  I pulled off my boxers. “Look at what you do to me.”

  She looked down and a smile spread across her lips. I was so hard, my balls tight and ready for release, but I had two holes to fuck before I'd let go.

  I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking my cock as she stroked it with her eyes. “Come suck me.”

  She walked over to me and before she lowered to her knees I gave her nipple clamp chain a tug that she answered with a groan.

  She sunk to her knees, pulling at the hands tied behind her back, clearly used to taking charge when she gave head. But I held the shaft, guiding it into her open mouth. Her lips wrapped around me and pleasure shot through me like a bullet. Her mouth was warm and cradled me, drawing her lips up and down my shaft; wetting me with her tongue, her saliva coating me as she sucked. I held the sides of her head, thrusting deeper. Slowly at first, letting her breathe and get used to my thickness, then faster and without mercy. I wanted to come, explode in her mouth, but I wanted to be inside her. I wanted her to ride me.

  I fisted her hair and pulled her mouth from me, holding her gaze. “Ride me.”

  Her lips were red and lush and I could tell she was wondering about the logistics with her hands behind her back. I snapped her out of her thoughts, tugging on the clamps until her mouth opened in a silent cry of pain and elation.

  “Don't make me repeat myself,” I said sternly. I released the chain. “Climb on top and ride me.”

  I eased backward onto the bed, holding my cock steady as she rose to her feet. She was unsure of herself at first, getting used to her binds. She slowly climbed onto the bed.

  “Melissa.” She looked up at me, her nerves branded all over her body. I gave her a reassuring smile. “I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

  She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, but I saw the smile as she straightened her spine. I saw her beautiful pussy, a thin strip of golden hair glistening with her desire as she posed one knee on the bed and angled her body above mine. Still biting her lip, she slowly lowered herself. I guided myself inside her, pleasure storming every sense. We both savored the feeling, me sheathed completely inside of her, our bodies as close as two bodies can be.

  And then she moved her hips.

  Slow, deliberate circles at first, each rotation making her shudder. I clutched her waist, holding her steady as I took the reins and vaulted my cock deep inside her. She threw her head back in abandon.

  “Oh God, Logan,” she moaned. “I'm so close.”

  I gritted my teeth as I slowly rocked in and out of her, watching her face as I pulled out then punched back in. She loved being denied and filled, giving me control over her delicious body.

  “Ask me for permission,” I said thickly, my words haggard. “Ask me to let you come.”

  She tried to quicken the pace, but I tsked and held her still, loving the way she pouted and tried to tempt me by rolling her hips. “Please let me come.”

  “Beg,” I breathed hotly.

  “Please let me come,” she moaned, her face awash with lust. “I want to come with you deep inside me.”

  I tugged on the chain, almost satisfied. Close to coming myself. But I was a gentleman in matters of the bed. Ladies first. “Come for me.”

  I loosened my hold and she hopped up and down on my swollen lust, eyes squeezed shut as she started moaning uncontrollably, her legs shaking wildly. Her orgasm rippled over me, clutching me tight. Her face so serene, so filled with pleasure.

  I let go.

  Our bodies were so in sync. She pulled me deeper, milking every last drop of me into her. Draining me in the most beautiful way.

  She rolled over onto her side, breathless. Still shaking myself, I removed the clamp one by
one, then reached around and unraveled her wrists.

  She collapsed into my arms, her body warm and liquid. I shut my eyes and finally found peace.

  And then the damn phone rang.

  It was muffled since it was tangled up in my jeans, but loud enough that it cut through the afterglow. I kissed Melissa on the forehead and slowly eased from the bed.

  I cleared my throat as I yanked the cell free. When I looked at the screen and saw my assistant’s name flashing up at me, I angrily snatched it to my ear. “Jessica, this better be some sort of national emergency—”

  “I'm sorry, Mr. Mason. I tried calling earlier. And I left several messages,” Jessica said contritely. “It's just...the phone is ringing off the hook, and there are reporters all over—”

  “Reporters?” I frowned, raking dark strands from my eyes. “What's going on?”

  “It's Delilah James. Her team leaked that she's making an announcement on GMA tomorrow morning. She says she's pregnant...and you're the father.”

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  Thank you for taking the time to read Waiting For Me (Beautiful Surrender, Part Two). Please take the time to leave a review.

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  The Beautiful Surrender Series

  Waiting For You (Beautiful Surrender: Part One) (available in the It’s In His Kiss boxed set exclusively at Amazon; available at all retailers July 2014)

  Waiting For Me (Beautiful Surrender: Part Two)—May 2014

  Waiting For Us ( Beautiful Surrender: Part Three)—June 2014

  Waiting For Forever (Beautiful Surrender: Part Four)—July 2014

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