1NS 088 - Surrender to Love - Sascha Illyvich - Decadent 2012-02 Page 3

  Livia’s grip tightened, her arms strained against the ropes binding her. She squirmed in the chair at his touch.

  “You only need to tell me what you’d like me to do.” His voice cut through the air like a razor, except without the sharpness.

  What did she have to lose? “I want you.” She licked her dry lips, “To kiss me higher. Just like that.”

  Bruce complied, moving himself closer between her spread legs. He gripped her hips and pulled them forward, so that her ass practically hung off the chair. With long, slow licks, he trailed heat up her thighs until he stopped just at the juncture where leg and hip met.

  “Higher.” She squirmed, gasping when her legs were thrown over his shoulders.

  “As you wish, pretty woman.” Bruce used his hands to move the chemise up, exposing her pussy to the cool hotel room air. His eyes widened.

  A single thought ran through her mind. He didn’t find her attractive, down there. “Is something wrong?”

  “No.” His violet eyes sparkled with lust and the corners of his mouth curled upward. “You’re quite lovely there, too. Smooth skin.” He inched his fingers up her spread legs, carefully caressing her skin. “Shaved.” He inhaled sharply. “You smell fresh and clean and of sex. How marvelous.” His fingers skittered lightly over her mons, around her lips, over her pubic bone before he leaned in and gave her pussy a kiss.

  His movements caused her hips to jerk against his face. “I’m sorry!”

  “Shh,” he whispered and blew cool air against her.

  Another shiver raced up her spine and down again. Her clit throbbed. She rocked her hips forward. His breath on her cool, slick lips made her grip the armrests harder. She threw her head back in pleasure.

  He kissed her pussy again, this time thrusting his tongue deep within her folds. She groaned, slammed her eyes shut, and squeezed his mouth with her sex. He swept from one side of her to the other, while his fingers spread and tugged at her lips. Nerve endings woke up. Her clit peaked out from the hood. He took the little bud in between his lips and kissed it just as he had her thighs, slowly, delicately.

  Electric sparks arced across her body, from her sex to her nipples. Her mind tried to process everything but found it couldn’t, thanks to Bruce’s sensual onslaught. If he kept this up, she didn’t know what she’d do. A small tremor of desire caused her to writhe in the chair.

  He pulled back, flicking her clit once more with his firm tongue. “Are you okay?”

  A jolt of pleasure zapped her. Panting, she looked down the length of her body, past nipples that poked against the irritating fabric of her chemise, and at him. The smile he wore pleased her very much. “I’m,” she let out a breath, “new to all of this.”

  He twirled his fingers around her thighs, rubbing his nails lightly over the juncture between hip and thigh. “I know. I was given some background information about you.”

  An eyebrow rose. “You were?”

  “Indeed. To accomplish what I was sent for, I had to have some information to work with.”

  “I knew it! You’re one of them!” She couldn’t hide the playfulness in her voice, despite the fact that inside she was teetering on the razor’s edge of orgasm.

  “Heh,” he chuckled low, the very male sound close to her pussy sending vibrations fluttering through her. “Livia, so light and free spirited. I love that. Tell me, what would you like more of?”

  She’d never seen herself as light or free spirited. She was a closet case artist who never left the house. How could she be free spirited?

  His fingers interrupted her thoughts, continuing their torturous caresses, sending little tremors through her. Her breath hitched in her throat. Still, she wanted more. “Explore more of me with your mouth. But first, how is this showing me freedom?”

  He laughed again and stared at her. The sparkle of desire in his eyes showed he had a mischievous streak. “You’ll see. I promise.” Before she could respond, he thrust his head between her legs again and speared her with his tongue.

  Her legs tightened, squeezing and digging in with her heels against the expanse of his wide shoulders. She figured she’d hurt him but couldn’t quite care with his tongue pumping in and out, caressing her clit.

  “You have to tell me,” he murmured against her, “if you’re going to orgasm.”

  “I’m asking for permission?” Her voice shook with need. “For something I’ve never had? How will I know if—Oh goddess!”

  He took her clit between his lips and sucked. Hard. Wetness soaked her as warmth spread through her. The tension that had been building in her stomach finally came to a head and snapped, forcing her muscles to tense and her grip on the chair to tighten so much her knuckles were white.

  Bruce continued to lap her, sucking her juices up as she writhed in her seat. The rope hadn’t cut into her flesh but it did cause slight pain from her thrashing. Reaching up, he grabbed her right hand and held her fingers in his while he lapped and suckled her, placing tender kisses around her swollen folds.

  She dug in her heels against his back, then stopped when he pulled back. She caught her breath, the rapid beat of her heart thudding in her chest echoing in her ears.

  “Are you okay?” His eyes flashed with arousal, his face glossy from her juices.

  “I am,” she panted, forcing her muscles to relax again.

  Bruce slid back, set her legs down on the floor. “Would you like more than just that?”

  “Well, we’re supposed to…but in the chair is it possible to…?”

  He lifted his head and stared at her with piercing eyes. “To what, Livia? You only have to ask.”

  Arousal dripped from his voice. She studied him, realizing he still kneeled before her, fully clothed. What did he look like beneath the clothing he wore so well?

  “You can’t fuck me while I’m tied to the chair?”

  “Oh, I probably could but it’d be a little awkward with me being so tall and the chair….” He smirked.

  Livia’s body didn’t seem to care. Her breasts ached. Her skin itched to feel the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. She may have been new to sex, but she wasn’t a total virgin. She wanted to feel something more than a thick, wet tongue inside her. “Untie me.”

  Bruce stiffened, returned to his position before her and met her gaze. “No.”

  Chapter Four

  Astounded, Livia’s jaw dropped. “You said I could get what I wanted. And I want to be untied!” She squirmed against her bonds and started to lift a foot toward Bruce.

  He stepped back, caught her leg in one smooth motion. “You do get what you want. But you told me that you wanted to learn freedom. So, I’m going to show you.” He licked his lips. “Using your delicious body.”

  “I don’t understand,” she sputtered. “How is this—?”

  Suddenly, he stood in front of her with one knee between her thighs. He moved his lips over hers.

  She gasped, inhaled into the kiss, the soft, slick feel of his tongue parting her lips while a single hand held her against his mouth. Fingers tangled in the mess of her curls while Bruce nibbled her bottom lip. Confused, aroused even more than before, she groaned and let his tongue caress the inside of her mouth. She tasted herself, scintillating, along with the sweet, somewhat earthen scent of Bruce. He explored like a man hungry for a meal he hadn’t eaten in days; that was the feeling she took away before a hand cupped a breast and a thumb slid over the taut nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her system.

  When he pulled back, she blinked and looked at him. She definitely felt a little off kilter after that kiss. No one had ever kissed her that way; no one had ever made her the centerpiece of anything.

  Bruce set both hands on her spread thighs, licked his lips. “You taste sweet…divine.”

  Heat crept up her body and reached her already warm cheeks. “Thank you?”

  “Yes. My pleasure, darling.” He looked at the ground then back at her. “What would you like next?”


  With her body on fire, she wanted his cock to spread her open. She wanted his body pressing hers into the mattress, but…he wouldn’t relent. “I don’t understand how keeping me restrained is supposed to give me freedom.”

  “Tell me, Livia.” His voice dropped again, becoming deeper. “How do you feel now?”

  Her body burned, ached for more of his touches. More of the pleasure he caused her. She tested her bonds, yup. Still stuck in place. But once she’d stopped struggling from her previous orgasm, they’d stopped digging into her skin. She looked at her wrists; no marks showed. She liked that. “Like my body’s on fire. And even the slightest touch would set me off.”

  “That is the point. Have you ever wanted something so bad, you could taste it? Needed something so bad you’d do anything to get it?”

  She shook her head. Nothing had ever been worth fighting so hard for. Not even this. But still….

  “You haven’t had much experience outside the four walls of your house, have you?”

  She glared at him, “How would you know?”

  His jaw ticked, such a male gesture. “I told you I was here for a reason.”

  She jerked forward. “No you didn’t. You said you were my blind date.”

  “Yes. I did say that, too. But that’s not the point. Your mind is what controls things, Livia. If the mind has a desire, a wish, you only need say it.”

  She clenched her fists and tried to pound the armrests, only to find herself bound still. “I have! I want you to fuck me!”

  He narrowed his eyes, looking very predatory. “How badly?”

  She shrugged. How was she supposed to answer that question? Was there a scale of how bad someone wanted to fuck? “I don’t know!”

  He smiled, “The whiny tone in your voice is cute.”

  She glowered. “I am not whining.”

  “Sure.” He nodded. “And if you could, you’d cross your arms over your chest and turn your head away from me.”

  She snorted. “How do you know?”

  He chuckled. “I used to do the same thing until I learned I was being a spoiled brat. I think a punishment would be more fitting for a spoiled brat, don’t you?”

  His demeanor had changed, from clearly submissive to somewhat dominating. That, she didn’t like. “Why would I be punished?”

  His lips curled up in a sensual smile. “Something has to jog your mind away from its thoughts.”

  “Ugh!” She slammed her head back. “You want to break my mind, but you want it focused on what it wants. Which was, up until about three minutes ago, you. Then you want to punish me and push my focus onto what I did to earn it. This is why I don’t date! Men are so confusing!”

  “No.” He chuckled again, a sound that shouldn’t have aroused her further, shouldn’t have made her slick again…. “Not all of us.”

  “Well.” She closed her eyes, but still saw Bruce looming over her. What did he look like without his shirt, without his control? “You’re at least confusing.”

  “I was confused.” He scooted back from her, giving her distance and room to breathe.

  Opening her eyes, she didn’t quite have his scent so close to her, nor did he loom over her like she wanted. The space seemed empty. Livia frowned at the thought.

  He reached for her, touching her chin and tipping it up. “I was lost, confused, I was not in the least bit sure about who I was. My actions contradicted my thoughts, my behavior reflected a lot of my problems. I had only seen one view of myself and the world.”

  Just like hers. She painted violence outside, had only seen life one way.

  “But I had to make a change. When Lilith found me, she quickly corrected most of my behavioral problems and got right to the root of the issue in me. Know what that was, Livia?” He lowered his eyes.

  She swallowed the newly formed lump in her throat. “I was afraid you’d ask. But, do tell.” She sighed, trying her best to act bored.

  He didn’t appear to buy it. His hands moved up and down her thighs, rubbing, caressing gently. Keeping the sexual tension in her alive and bringing her focus back to her body. Though she wanted him to stop, there wasn’t really anything she could to do stop him. He hadn’t harmed her. And he wouldn’t.

  “I wasn’t comfortable with who I was.”

  Eyes rolled. She yawned. “Sorry, what?”

  His hands had gone from caressing her bare legs to making little circles on the insides of her parted thighs.

  She hadn’t realized she’d kept her legs open for him. The more he touched her, the more she wanted him. The pressure inside her stomach returned, making her catch her breath when his fingers slid higher up toward her sweet spot.

  Still, what he did to her body kept her on edge. She tried to keep the hiss out of her voice when he slid his fingers near her pussy. “You’re expecting me to have a civilized conversation after having my first real mind-blowing orgasm? And you continue the touching, yet I’m supposed to be free somehow? How does that make any sense?”

  “You’re reacting to my body’s touch, Livia.” The way he said her name made her heart skip a beat. “You’re reacting to my words. However, I want you to respond to both.”

  She didn’t understand. It must have shown because Bruce angled his head, some of his arousal seemed to fade back. She paused, her lips parted to speak but she caught sight of the huge bulge in his pants. Clearly, his body hadn’t forgotten hers. Instead of speaking, she waited.

  “I want you to move with me, to not fight yourself but to give yourself permission to enjoy.”

  She turned her head. “I don’t know how.” She let the words out in a whisper.

  “You still have your safeword.”

  She’d all but forgotten about that. “Yeah. I do. But….”

  He dropped his gaze, “Yes?”

  “Are we done if I say it?”

  He shrugged. “Done is a word we could use. But it’s up to you. I told you this is your call. Personally, I’d love to open up to you and explore you on the bed.”

  She licked her lips. She could be free to explore his body perhaps. That could be fun. So many delicious planes of male flesh but…. “So if I use my safeword, we’re done with what?”

  He cocked a brow. “What would you like?"

  She watched his eyes, hope-filled and eager. His lips parted as though to speak, but nothing came out. He simply waited patiently. She couldn’t stand that. He remained cool and calm while she…she floundered? No, that wasn’t quite what she did. Livia swam in a sea of emotions and thoughts, from “how do I get free” to figuring out how to get him on the bed and inside her.

  “Well?” He lifted his chin slightly. “What do you want, little princess?”

  “I want….” Her mouth went dry. She licked her bottom lip, moistening it, watching his eyes follow her every motion. For a moment, her gaze roamed over the expanse of his body, from how his hair had been pulled back all the way to the broad slope of his shoulders down to a trim waist. And an erection she was sure needed to be buried inside her. She’d had some relief, but watching him study her with such desire in his eyes was a complete turn on. “Stand up, Bruce.”

  “As you wish.” In one swift, graceful motion, he rose to his full height. Big, beautiful, powerful, he stood with his arms at his sides, palms facing her.

  “Let down your hair.” She ushered the command from somewhere inside her mind. It felt good.

  With the same grace, he reached behind his head with his right hand, pulling his hair free of the scrunchie and letting it fall over his shoulders.

  Dark strands cascaded in rivulets down his chest, blanketing his back and shoulders. “Take off your jacket and shirt. I want to see what…what I’m playing with.”

  “Your wish is my command, sweet Livia.” He shucked his jacket, neatly tossed it aside and then reached for the hem of his shirt. He tugged it free of his trousers, exposing tanned skin, a six pack set of abs that begged for kisses and molasses-slow licks. Once over his head, he tossed the s
hirt by his jacket.

  Her jaw dropped. Bruce was cut, very defined. Like his stomach, his chest stood out as an example of what every man should look like.

  Or at least the men in her fantasies. They were strong. They could protect their women, they could love them and never leave them.

  Would Bruce leave her once this was all finished?

  She swallowed the lump in her throat. No, he couldn’t. She felt safe with him, even in the confines of her chair. “Next.” She let her eyes roam over the expanse of that muscular chest, down past his abs to the belt and trousers. Black, they hid nothing. “Lose the shoes and pants.”

  As though he’d practiced, Bruce stepped out of his shoes, kicked them aside. Next, he undid the belt buckle and the snap on his trousers, then tugged the zipper down in one slow, excruciating movement, letting his pants fall to his ankles.

  Her breath hitched in her throat. He stood before her completely naked. Well, she saw a quick glimpse of black socks, or were they navy blue? She didn’t know; her eyes only focused on the erection staring back at her.

  The very large erection, dripping precum.

  For her.

  “I have done as you wish, Livia. What would you like next?”

  She licked her lips again. Leaning forward, she started to stand only to remember the ropes tied around her hands. If only she could free herself. If only she could touch him. “Can I…?”

  “What, Miss Livia? What do you desire?” His voice dripped with promise, honey sweet. He cocked his head slightly to one side, his hair shifting over the muscles of his chest. Nipples extended, just like hers.

  “I want to taste you. Come here.”

  His lips curled up in a smile. “As you wish.” He took two steps closer, his cock jutting proudly before her.

  She could lean into him but it’d still be a stretch. “Closer.”

  Wordlessly, he took one more step and stood between her thighs. Her pussy itched, dripped dew on her folds as she leaned forward to taste him.

  Slowly, she brushed her lips over the smooth, creamy surface of his mushroom head before opening her mouth and sealing her lips around him.