Her Surrender by Eliza Gayle

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Her Surrender
Copyright© 2008 Eliza Gayle
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978‐1‐60088‐337‐8

Cover Artist: Sable Grey
Editor: Leanne Salter

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Chapter One

Stay focused. Be grateful. Be a good girl.
His words echoed through Jillian’s head as she thought of the

recent conversation. So far, their conversations had been intense,
educational, and fast. It was more than she’d hoped for.

Finally.
Finding a Dom for herself had turned into a much harder task than

she ever thought it would be. Every Dom she met claimed to need more
than just a sexual relationship, but then one after the other had proven
that they didn’t get her.

Until Rob.
Serve the process and the one. This one seemed obvious, but the

process was a little hard to understand at this point. She had so much to
learn, and she could barely contain her excitement. Learning to serve him
would be a process, all right. One she couldn’t wait to start.

Announce your greatest needs to me everyday. Every day her morning

report she emailed to him had to include her fears and needs for that day.
With careful thought and deliberation, she had followed his instructions,
revealing more and more of herself each time. She’d included past events
that made her sad, as well as times of great joy. She’d also sent some
detailed fantasies of what she hoped her future would include.

Announce your flaws to me so that I can share them with you, remove

them for you, and force you to accept them. That statement floored her every
time she read it. Not wanting to forget the importance of it, she had

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copied it down and posted it on her bulletin board in her home office. She
wondered if she’d be able to let go and trust in him this much. She wanted
to. More than anything, she did. Needed to, in fact.

Jillian opened the package of new black lace thigh highs with

trepidation. Per his instructions, she would wear them for this first
encounter with no other undergarments. She knew she would feel a little
self‐conscious doing so, but pleasing him was far more important than her
comfort in what she wore. Gathering up the scrap of soft, thin fabric, she
pulled it over her foot and up her leg.

She adjusted the top band so it would stay in place on her thigh,

then repeated the process with the other leg before stepping into her long,
black silk skirt. Her favorite skirt. It fell nearly to the floor with a long slit
up the front that offered plenty of movement, not to mention view of her
legs. She imagined Rob’s hand sliding along her thigh to her bare pussy,
spreading  the  already  moist  lips  with  his  fingers  before  dipping  two  of
them  inside.  A  small  groan  escaped  her  lips  as  she  clamped  her  legs
together  in  an  attempt  to  stop  the  arousal  already  building  dangerously
high.

She couldn’t do this now. She had to wait. He’d strictly forbidden

her to touch herself for the entire week before the meeting. To disobey
him now would result in a severe punishment she knew she wasn’t ready
to accept. In a couple of hours, she would finally be alone with him, and
she would know. Know if he was the one for her. The Dom she’d been
waiting for all this time.

As she slipped the snug red sweater over her head, the soft fabric

rasped  against  her  hard,  sensitive  nipples.  She  shivered  with  the  erotic
delight  of  that  simple  touch,  the  fear  and  anticipation  killing  her.  She
didn’t fear him in the physical sense so much as the mental. Would he like
her?  Would  she  live  up  to  what  he  wanted?  All  fears  he  had  made  her
voice to him. Today those fears would be put to rest once and for all.

She thought she’d been nervous the first time they met for a casual

cup  of  coffee,  but  that  was  nothing  compared  to  how  she  felt  now.  She
pressed  her  hand  to  her  stomach  in  an  attempt  to  calm  her  nerves.  This
would  be  their  first  scene,  an  encounter  beyond  anything  she’d

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experienced before.

She dug to the back of her closet, looking for the shoes she planned

to wear. Spying the pink box, she carried it over to the bed and removed
the  lid.  Black  shoes  with  black  lace  around  the  edge  and  four  inch  spike
heels.  Her  fuck  me  shoes.  She  giggled  at  the  appropriate  term.  She’d
bought  them  months  ago,  just  for  this,  and  couldn’t  wait  to  wear  them.
Slipping them on her stocking‐covered feet, she stood and hobbled across
the room. If I don’t kill myself first.

Admiring herself in the mirror, she had to admit that the outfit

really made a difference. Made her feel sexier than ever before. She
gathered up her things, stuffing them in her purse, when her cell phone
rang. She recognized the number right off and answered quickly.

“Hey, baby. Are you getting ready?
“Yes, Sir. I’m dressed and ready to go. Heading out now.”
“Good girl. You got the directions to the hotel I gave you?”
“Yes, Sir”
“Mmm, I like that. So good. Call me when you arrive, and I will

meet you in the lobby lounge.”

“Yes, Sir. I will. I should be there in about thirty minutes.”
“Are you wearing the clothes as I instructed? No panties under that

skirt, right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Unable to control her need, she panted out her response.

Just the tone of his voice when he spoke had her wishing to be on her
knees in front of him.

“I am so going to enjoy you, Jillian. I’m very proud of how far you

have come in so short a time. Drive careful, baby. I’m waiting for you.”

Happiness bloomed within her as his pride warmed her from the

inside out, pushing her to hurry and get there. She shoved the phone back
into her purse and headed out the front door to her destiny.

* * * * *

Arriving at the Westin twenty‐five minutes later, Jillian entered

through the automatic revolving door that swept her into the elegant

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hotel.

“Welcome to the Westin, ma’am.”
She smiled and nodded at the doorman, too nervous to conduct

small talk with a stranger. She peered around the opulently appointed
lobby, noticing the few people standing at the front desk with luggage at
their feet, as well as the seemingly unoccupied staff. Then she spotted the
lounge tucked into the left corner of the huge space.

Click. Click. Click. Her heels rapped out a rhythm on the Italian

marble  flooring  as  she  paced  into  the  lounge.  Nearly  every  table  in  the
place was empty. An elderly couple sat at one table not far from the bar,
enjoying  an  early  afternoon  cocktail,  and  a  lone  man  sat  on  one  of  the
couches,  watching  the  football  game  on  the  overhead  television  screen,
while he nursed a beer.

Jillian strode to the far end of the room, attracted by the quiet

alcove  next  to  the  fountain.  Taking  a  seat,  she  sank  into  the  butter  soft
leather chair, relieving her feet from the beautiful yet very uncomfortable
shoes.  The  water  streamed  behind  her,  falling  swiftly  across  the  rocks  at
the  edge  of  the  pool.  The  gentle  sound  of  the  brook’s  movement  went  a
long  way  in  soothing  her  nerves.  She  found  it  difficult  to  set  aside  the
importance of the day and just enjoy herself.

Reaching for her cell phone, she tapped out a quick text message to

let Rob know that she had arrived and was in the lounge.

Good. His simple return message left her to wonder what she

should do next. Too nervous to sit, she opted to stand and move closer to
the water. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the sound
drown out the chaos of her mind. Knowing he would not be happy to see
her so frazzled, she opted for an extra focus moment.

In the beginning of their relationship, he had instructed her take a

few minutes each day to relax, slow down, and take some time to recite a
devotional  for  herself.  These  moments  were  meant  to  calm  and  focus
during  stressful  and  needy  moments.  She’d  felt  silly  the  first  couple  of
times  she’d  done  as  he  instructed  and  performed  them.  But  in  less  than
forty‐eight  hours,  she’d  seen  improvements  in  herself  after  each  break.
She’d come to rely on them in much the way she relied on his support.

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She slowed her breathing by taking a deep breath, holding it as

long as she could before slowly exhaling the air. Then she repeated it.
Feeling calmer, she reached for the words that soothed her.

I am graceful and gentle in my moments of service.
My life is merely moments of service and truth.
The now familiar calming sensation flowed over her as she stood

riveted in that spot. Calming herself for him. She turned and eased back
into the chair, looking around the room to see if he had arrived. Planning
to stay calm, she plucked her latest romance novel out of her purse and
started to read from where she’d left off. Several minutes and pages later,
it dawned on her that she didn’t have a clue what she’d just read. Her
brain had not retained a single word. As she placed her book on the table,
her phone beeped. Looking at the screen, she read the brief message.

Room 1534.
Her heart jolted in her chest. Fear cramped her belly. He wasn’t

coming to get her. Instead, he called her to him. To give him her trust by
meeting him in private. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, she stood and
gathered her things before walking slowly from the lounge toward the
guest elevators on the opposite side of the lobby.

Grateful there were no other people milling about, she boarded the

elevator and gently pressed fifteen. As the door opened on the chosen
floor, her stomach knotted in nerves. She turned and walked in the
direction of 1534, realizing it was the suite at the end of the hall. Her steps
slowed as her anxiety increased. Reaching the door, she stood and stared
at the peephole. This was it. Her first BDSM scene. All the years of waiting
and searching were about to come to an end. When she walked into that
room, her life would change, and she would never be the same, no turning
back. She raised her fist and knocked on the door.

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Chapter Two

Moments later, the door swung open, and Rob stood there staring

down at her. Intrigued by him, she admired the firm set of his jaw and the
intense brown eyes. His massive shoulders filled the dusky blue sweater
and tapered to narrow hips and what she imagined were lean, muscular
legs encased in the denim jeans. Without a word, he stepped back and
motioned for her to enter.

Barely registering her surroundings, she walked just inside the

room before turning back to face him. He strode toward her with strong,
powerful steps, then pulled her into a tight hug.

“Mmm. Look at you. So delicious.” He unsnapped her jacket and,

with swift, sure moves, removed her coat and hung it on the back of the
nearby desk chair. Again, he wrapped his arms around her, enveloping
her in the warmth and security of his embrace. With his clean male scent
permeating her brain, she relaxed her shoulders, allowing some of the
tension to fall away.

“You look so good, baby. I’m so happy to have you here.” His

warm breath caressed her ear in a light whisper.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her softer body

tight against his hard one. “I am a lucky girl.”

He looked down at her with a wicked smile that made him all the

more handsome. The lust evident in his eyes turned her inside out, and
her body quickened in response.

“Wait here for a minute. I’ll be right back.” He left her standing in

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the living room of the suite as he disappeared into the bedroom.

Jillian turned toward the window, noticing for the first time the

breathtaking view of the city skyline. Walking closer, she admired the fog
and  clouds  clinging  to  the  skyscrapers,  shrouding  them  in  a  blanket  of
mystery  and  intrigue.  The  weather  outside  had  been  cold  and  rainy,  but
nothing  could  dampen  her  excitement.  Instead,  she  embraced  the  gothic
scene  laid  out  before  her.  On  a  typical  sunny  day,  the  downtown  area
would  look  business‐like  and  cold.  But  for  this  one  day—her  day—it
hinted at the darkly erotic with a touch of romance.

Strong fingers gripped her arm, pulling her away from the window

and toward the adjoining room. “I have some things for you, Jillian. Do
you like surprises?”

Her pulse leapt at his words. She could only imagine what she

would see in the bedroom. “Yes, of course, I do.” Shocked by the husky
tone of her own voice, she cleared her throat.

“Don’t be afraid, baby. You have nothing to fear from me. Don’t

think about this too much. Let go and relax. Feel yourself surrendering to
her. You have denied her for years, and finally the time has come to
release her. Release her to me. Let me take care of her. Trust me.”

Jillian fought the burn of tears as his words resonated within her.

She couldn’t suffer any longer. The time had come for her to become who
she needed to be. The woman who craved and needed this to the point of
misery without it. She stepped into the bedroom, admitting to herself that
she was more than ready.

The shock of going from the bright sitting room to the darkened

bedroom  had  Jillian  blinking  her  eyes  and  waiting  for  them  to  adjust.
When her eyes finally focused, she noticed the dark items laid across the
foot  of  the  bed,  carefully  arranged  in  contrast  against  the  pristine  white
bedding.  As  her  gaze  roamed  from  the  black  leather  flogger  to  the  crop
and collar, she began to tremble.

He released her arm and picked up the collar. “I bought this for

you last night, and I can’t wait to see it on you.” He unfastened the thick
leather ring and approached her with it. “Lift up your hair.”

She did as she was told, shivering when the cool black leather slid

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around her neck. His fingers pressed firmly into the back of her neck until
the snap clicked closed.

“Perfect.” He stepped back, a faint light sparking in the depths of

his dark eyes “You were meant to wear one of those. It’s beautiful.”

Joy leapt in her chest at his words.
He took her hand and pulled her to stand in front of the mirror.

“Look  how  good  you  look.”  He  rubbed  his  fingers  along  her  shoulders,
dipping  below  the  neckline  of  her  sweater  to  touch  her  skin.  The  warm,
firm  touch  skyrocketed  through  her.  He  dipped  his  hand  further,  along
the curve of her breast to the hard nipple poking at the fabric. He gripped
it, pinching it tightly.

Pain exploded, taking her breath away. Her mouth opened, but she

couldn’t speak. He smiled at her in the mirror as the shock of it quickly
faded. His look of pure satisfaction in what he’d done warmed her even
more. God, she had never been so excited in her life.

“Take off your shoes.” She kicked her feet out, flinging the shoes

she both loved and hated off and away from her. He towered behind her,
so close she could feel his heat through her clothes. He gripped the edge
of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head.

He slid his hands around her bare stomach, reaching up to caress

her breasts. “We both need this, Jillian. Can you feel it? Close your eyes
and focus. Let the temptation evolve naturally to the undying need.” Their
gazes locked in the mirror as he touched her, his dark skin complementing
her fair coloring, showing her the way. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she
took in as much air as she could and released it on a long slow breath.

“How many moments of focus have you taken today?”
“Three already.”
He laughed softly against her ear. “You please me, baby. We are

going to be so good together.” He turned her in his embrace to face him,
forcing her to look up at him. “Take the rest of your clothes off for me. I
need you naked and bare before me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Stepping back from him, she pushed down her skirt,

revealing her bare pussy to him.

A smile played across his lips as she stepped out of it and tossed it

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on the nearby chair. “Mmm. As lovely as those thigh highs are on those
sexy legs of yours, remove them as well. I have something else for you.”

Wondering what he planned, she rolled the hose down her legs, in

her haste dropping them on the floor near her feet.

He plucked a package from the bed and ripped into it. As he pulled

out some black, thin fabric, she puzzled over the attire he would dress her
in. When he tossed the empty packaging back onto the bed, she got a
glimpse of the picture on the front.

Fishnets. No, not just regular fishnets. This looked to be a body

stocking. One that was open at the crotch.

Oh my.
“Hold out your foot.” He bunched up the fabric in his hand and

slid it over her foot and up her calf. “I like to dress my baby for me.”

She smiled at the care he took in getting it on her. What could have

been an awkward activity became sensual as the velvet of his dark skin
touched and stroked every inch of her in his task.

As the woven netting clung to her skin, she realized the eroticism

of him dressing her like this. For his pleasure. She doubted she’d ever felt
sexier in her life. The fishnet had a way of hiding any small imperfections
and projecting an aura of the bad girl she wanted to be. For him.

“How does that feel? Are you comfortable?”
“It feels really good, Sir. I like it.” She couldn’t hold back a huge

grin.

“Ah, there’s that beautiful smile I like so much. You should smile

all of the time, Jillian.”

A blush crept over her as the smile on her face grew even bigger.
“Blushing now. How perfect.”
She shifted nervously from foot to foot as he moved around the

bed, coming to a halt at the foot. “Come to me, Jillian. It’s time to show me
how much you want this.”

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Chapter Three

Fear of the unknown snaked down her spine as she walked in front

of him. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it on the floor in
front of him.

“Get on your knees.”
Her heart stilled. She’d waited so long to hear those words, her

eyes welled with tears of joy. She looked into his eyes as she sank onto her
knees, letting the emotion of this gesture wash over her.

“Bow to my feet.”
She jerked in surprise. She hadn’t seen that one coming, yet she did

as he told her and put her head against the plush carpeting in front of his
feet.

“This is where you belong, Jillian, where she belongs. Release her to

me now!” His voice grew louder, accompanied by a firm command that
would not be denied. He moved away from her and rifled with the items
laid out on the bed. “Have you ever been whipped with a crop? It’s my
favorite.”

“Yes, Sir.” She was truthful in her answer as always, but she

suspected that his attention with the crop would be far more intense than
her previous experience. With no Dom to teach her in the past, her
curiosity had driven her to a friend willing to show her a few things.

“But you like the flogger, don’t you?”
The cool sensation of leather strips sliding along her back and ass

startled her. Knowing it was coming did not prevent her from jerking

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when a sharp blow from his flogger landed across her bare ass. The mild
pain whipped through her, straight to her pussy where her juices flowed.

He continued to flog her, building her arousal, making her want so

much more when he stopped. A whimper escaped her lips when he
moved away.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take good care of you today, but

first things first.”

She shivered when a single strip of leather caressed her arms and

legs. He’d picked up the crop again.

“I have been so pleased with your progress so far, but not all the

rules I laid out for you have been followed since they were given, were
they?”

She shook her head.
“You know I have to discipline you today, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You must be disciplined. You must be taught to submit. You must

serve. Serve my needs and your need to serve. You must give in, and you
must obey. Do you understand this?”

“Yes, Sir. I do.”
Her truth was in his words, and she craved all of it. Wanted to

learn and become who she desperately needed to be.

“Since this is your first time, I am only going to give you three.”
The muscles in her arms and shoulders tightened as she anticipated

the first blow. Even so, the first strike slapped against her skin with a
sharp whap, the sudden pain robbing her of breath. She clenched her jaw,
holding in her cry.

Before she could recover, another blow landed across her backside,

spreading a fire of pain across her sensitized skin. A keening cry slipped
out before she could stop it. Tears welled in her eyes as she fought to hold
them back. She was a good girl. She could take what she deserved.

The third and final blow landed harder than either of the others,

and she was unable to stop the flow of tears down her cheeks as a scream
tore from her throat.

He turned her around to face him. “It’s okay to cry. Let her out. I

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will turn your pain into joy and lead you to the joy found in pain.” While
a few more tears landed on her cheeks, Jillian began to understand the
taste of freedom. Something she’d not really understood until now.
Through his lessons of caring and submission, she would be able to calm
her mind.

Rob gently gripped her face, turning her head up to look at him.

“Look at you. You’re captivated.” He chuckled softly. “I think you needed
this far more than you even understood. You will serve, Jillian. You will
serve. It’s what you were meant for.”

Something loosened in her as he stood and removed his clothing.

She longed to run her fingers across his smooth, chocolate chest, bite his
dark, pointed nipples. When he removed his pants, his cock jutted toward
her long and thick. Dear God, how could it be so thick? Her pussy
quivered with both her need and fear. Her mouth watered at the sight as
she longed to taste him. Before she could blink, he grabbed her hair and
pulled her. She crawled on her knees to him.

“You want this dick, baby?”
She nodded her head, unable to form a coherent word.
“Show me. Now. Show me how good you suck cock.” He kept his

hand tight in her hair, pulling her closer as she parted her lips and took in
the  engorged  head.  Her  tongue  swiped  along  the  underside  and  around
the  crown,  lapping  up  the  moisture  that  leaked  at  the  tip.  Savoring  his
dark,  male  flavor,  she  opened  her  mouth  wider,  attempting  to  fit  more
than the crest inside.

Gripping her hair tighter, he pulled her another couple of inches

onto his cock, stretching her mouth. “Come on, Jillian, you can take more.
Show me, baby. Impress me.”

She whimpered against him at the thought of taking all of him

inside, deep in her throat. With practice, maybe. She had never
accommodated such a thick cock.

She lifted her hands to grasp around the base of him, stroking up

and down the shaft. His smooth, soft skin slid over hard steel.

“I’ve been thinking about this, baby, ever since you smiled at me

that first time in the coffee shop. I could almost feel your lush mouth

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taking me in, me fucking your mouth.”

She moaned in response, her own moisture slipping from her sex.

His hips jerked forward a few times, forcing him deeper inside with short,
firm strokes. “Come on baby, take a little more. Deeper.” Pushing farther,
he pulled out quickly just as her gag reflex kicked in. “Mmm. Such a good
girl you are.” He pulled her to her feet and pushed her toward the bed.
“Lie down. Now.” She scrambled onto the mattress quickly, flipping onto
her back.

He dug his fingers into her thighs, pulling them apart as wide as

they would go. “Are you wet for me, Jillian?”

“Yes, Sir. I am.”
He grabbed his cock and stroked it up and down the shaft,

mesmerizing her. “What are you wet for, baby? Tell me.”

She needed him to quit teasing her and fuck her. She didn’t care

anymore if he was thicker than anything she’d seen and that it would
probably hurt the first time. If he didn’t take her now, she was certain she
would die from the constant ache enveloping her. When she didn’t
respond, he backed away.

“No. Please, Sir, please. I need you.”
“Need what? I. Want. To. Hear. The. Words.”
“Please, Sir. Please take me. Fuck me. I am yours.” With her

admission, he plunged two fingers into her pussy, finger fucking her
instead.

“That is a nice juicy pussy. So eager for me. That pleases me.” He

rubbed his fingers against her inner walls until finding the elusive G‐spot.
She bucked her hips against his hand each time he rubbed it, and the need
to orgasm built higher and higher. When she thought he might make her
come like that, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head
of his throbbing cock. As just the tip slid through her folds and entered
her, she raised her hips off the bed to take more.

A wide smile split his face. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Oh,

yes. You need it bad, don’t you?”

Before she could formulate a response, he speared her with his

entire length, stretching and filling her beyond capacity.

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“Oh—Oh.” The pain, the pleasure. She thought she might split

apart with it any second. He rubbed against her inner walls as he stroked
in and out of her, pushing up against her clit. Pleasure built higher and
higher. A few more strokes and she would come.

“You will not come until I tell you that you can.”
She breathed helplessly underneath him as he raised her legs to rest

on his shoulders, giving him an even deeper stroke into her quaking
pussy. “You have to ask me for it, baby. Ask me to come.”

She gritted her teeth against the need, knowing full well he

wouldn’t let her come. Forcing her concentration away from her orgasm,
she had to find a way to stop it.

“Plea‐please.” She didn’t think she could hold it back.
“You are so not ready for permission.” He withdrew from her sex,

leaving  her  empty.  She  wanted  to  cry  as  the  compelling  need  to  orgasm
faded.  Usually,  when  she  denied  herself  an  orgasm,  the  need  left  and
didn’t  return  anytime  soon.  What  if  she  couldn’t?  Would  he  be
disappointed if she couldn’t come for him?

He moved across the bed and pulled some boxes from his bag. He

tore at the packaging as she tightly screwed her eyes closed. She couldn’t
look. Didn’t want to know what came next. She let go of the breath she’d
been holding when his warm skin pressed up against hers again as he
moved between her legs. Something cool and hard pressed up against her
opening, and her eyes flew open. She looked into his eyes as he filled her
with a long, thick dildo.

The length of it was difficult to accommodate, but she loved the

way it filled her. He pushed it in and out of her, and the combination of
feeling pleasure and discomfort felt so right. When he pressed the small
vibrating bullet on her clit, she nearly shot off the bed in surprise. God, it
felt so good. The sensations flowed through her body like an electrical
current.

“I can’t believe you haven’t asked to come yet.”
She kept her eyes closed, afraid to look at him. Her fear returned,

washing away her build up for release.

“Ow.” Without the pleasure, the dildo had become too

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uncomfortable.

“Too much, baby?” She nodded her head. He tossed the toys to the

side and reached again in his bag, this time producing a small anal plug
and some lube. He spread a generous amount along the entire surface to
prepare the toy, yet when his lubricated finger circled and penetrated her
tight ring, she tensed in surprise.

“Relax, Jillian. You’re safe.”
She listened to his words and forced herself to relax. She loved this

kind of attention and wanted to show him how much. Once the toy was
fully seated, he tapped on the end of it, sending slivers of vibration
through her rear passage. She couldn’t hold back the low, deep moan of
her delight. She might not know if she would come for him, but damn, he
could sure make her feel good.

Pushing her legs up near her ears, he lowered his weight on hers as

he speared her pussy with the full length of his cock in one swift move.
Fighting to breathe, she marveled at the feel of fullness he gave her. The
feral gleam in his eyes touched her down to her soul as emotions and
needs bubbled together.

He stabbed into her over and over again, using her to her very

deepest level of need. This was her moment. The throaty growls and
grunts coming from him signaled to her that he might be getting close to
his own orgasm. She wanted it. Needed him to satisfy himself with her
body.

Instead of the orgasm she expected, he pulled out of her arms. “Not

yet, Jillian. You don’t deserve it yet. Stand up here next to the bed.”

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Chapter Four

With weak legs, she slid off the bed and onto her feet to stand in

front of him. He tossed another implement onto the bed in front of her. It
was  the  neck  to  wrist  restraint  he  had  sent  a  picture  of.  The  email  had
arrived  saying  only  that  he  had  bought  it  for  this  weekend.  The  leather
collar with the wrist cuffs attached by O‐rings to the collar had her pussy
clenching  in  desire.  Restraint  was  completely  new  to  her,  and  she  was
both excited and apprehensive.

“You have to wear this now.” Her fear must have shown on her

face as he pulled her down into his arms to reassure her. “Don’t be afraid.
You can trust me. You remember your safe word, right? If it becomes
more than you can handle, you need only use your word, and I will stop.
Understood?” She nodded her head against his chest, absorbing some of
his strength for herself.

He reached his fingers around her neck and unfastened the collar

he  had  placed  on  her  earlier.  For  an  instant,  her  neck  felt  naked  until  he
gave  her  a  reassuring  look.  Her  pulse  raced  as  he  put  the  new  one  on,
fitting  it  around  her  neck  then  fastening  each  smaller  cuff  around  her
wrists  one  at  a  time.  Her  juices trickled  with  every  clench  of  her  vaginal
muscles  as  her  heat  increased  at  just  the  thought  of  being  somewhat
bound and helpless.

Having her wrist bound just a few inches from her neck felt a little

awkward at first, but the emotional aspect of it gave her a heady taste of
the erotic.

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“Very nice, Jillian. Very nice. You really do look meant for this.” He

dipped his head, capturing her lips between his teeth, lightly nipping and
sucking them. “You’re mine now. No one else can have you unless I say
so.” A flash of fierce determination showed in his face. “If you ever go
somewhere else and I can’t bring myself to dismiss you, you will learn not
to do it again. Do you understand?” His eyes had turned serious and
intense.

“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, turn around and get on your hands and knees in that chair.”
She awkwardly climbed onto the chair and bent over. With her

hands bound to her neck, the only way to accomplish what he had asked
was  to  get  on  her  knees  and  put  her  head  down  on  the  seat  cushion,
leaving  her  ass  up  in  the  air  and  totally  open  to  him.  No  sooner  did  she
get  into  position,  his  thick  cock  thrust  into  her  pussy  so  hard  her  body
shook, and she grunted under the force.

“You said you’ve always wanted to be just fucked. Well, this, baby,

is what it feels like.” He picked up the pace, slamming up against her
backside, burying himself deep inside on every stroke. She joined in the
rhythm, pushing back against him, intensifying the effect.

“Oh, yes, baby. That’s it. Fuck my dick.”
She couldn’t see his face, but he sounded amused by her actions.
“It feels so good.”
Feeling good seemed an understatement. The sensations running

through her threatened to tear her apart in ecstasy. Every stroke, every
word, brought her one step closer to total surrender. Her instinct to deny
was cracking, breaking down.

When his hips slowed and he slid away from her body, she

whimpered in protest. “Please, Sir. Please don’t stop now.”

“Be careful what you say to me, Jillian.”
She clamped her mouth shut, afraid she might beg.
“I want your total surrender, and I want it now.” With those urgent

words, he rubbed his lubricant slickened fingers around her tight rear
entrance he’d loosed a little with the plug. “I’m going to take you here
now, baby. See how much you want it. You’ve told me you like it, so let’s

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just see how much.” He slipped his fingers inside the still snug hole,
stretching and preparing her for his cock. His rubbing against the
sensitive spots inside drove her wild, but she couldn’t imagine stretching
enough to accommodate his size. No way would she be able to take him
there.

When his engorged tip pressed against her entrance, she stiffened

in reaction.

“No, baby. Relax. You can take it; I know you can. Don’t you want

it?”

She moaned in response, allowing herself to relax as she took a

deep breath. On the exhale, he penetrated her in one smooth thrust, and
the burn of it robbed her breath. Perspiration broke out as the pain
exploded in her body. Panting, she remained still. Waiting.

The stroke of his withdrawal felt like a velvet rod scraping against

her, igniting pleasure points she didn’t know existed, but the return thrust
again burned and stretched. Pain that continued to make it difficult to
breath. Her whimpers continued uncontrollably until she thought she
might split apart.

“No. No. No,” she panted out.
He stilled behind her. “What did you say?”
She remained silent, unable to think clearly.
“You did not just say no to me. You should not have said that.” He

withdrew from her body, and confusion bloomed within her. “What did I
tell you about saying no to me? You have a safe word to use if you need
me to stop. You can ask me to consider your pain. Anything but the word
no. How easily you forgot that lesson.”

His warm body moved away from hers, and her limbs trembled

from the sudden chill. Tears welled in her eyes.

“You obviously need to relearn that lesson, and you will have to

learn it now.”

She couldn’t tell what he did behind her, but she knew it was going

to hurt.

“I thought your discipline today was over, but I can’t let this go. Do

you understand me?”

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She shook her head.
“Don’t shake your head at me, Jillian. Tell me.”
“Yes—yes, Sir. I do understand.” Her fear of his discipline was

evident in the tremor of her voice when she spoke to him.

“You will learn.” The first blow landed across her ass with a fiery

sting. A gasp escaped her as well as her tears. Unable to control them, she
cried as each blow burned worse than the last. Quiet tears tracking down
her face turned to uncontrollable sobs as the reality of the situation
focused her mind.

He was her master, and she had submitted to him.
Tossing aside the crop, he covered her aching bottom with his

hands, caressing and rubbing the pain away. Her tears continued not from
anger or pain but from the unbelievable sensation of fulfillment.

“A little more, baby. You have to have a little more. Learn.

Remember who you serve now. Can you feel it? You are mine, and I am
yours. Master and slave.” He again penetrated her backside, hard and fast.

Crying out with the same pain and pleasure she could barely stand,

she thrashed wildly against him, her control broken, lost in the sensations
and service to him.

With every withdrawal, the pain eased, the dark, sensual pleasure

tearing through her. Her orgasm came up hard and fast, exploding over
her with no warning. Her screams filled the room as her muscles clutched
around him.

With a final thrust, he groaned, leaning over her as his own release

jetted from him. His harsh breathing continued as the warm air tickled
against her skin. After a short while, he withdrew, pulling her up from the
chair and turning her to face him. He folded his arms around her, pulling
her tight against him.

“Let her out, Jillian. She is finally free. Cry, scream, or whatever you

need. I am here for you. Your master is here for you.” He stroked her
back, soothing her as the last of her tears fell on his chest.

Her wrists were still bound to the collar, but she felt safe in his

arms as he held her firm and strong in his embrace.

Picking her up in his arms, he cradled her close and carried her

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over to the bed. He eased her onto the mattress covered in the thick, plush
bedding and removed her wrists from the restraints, rubbing the skin of
each with the pad of this thumb in a circular motion before lifting it to his
mouth for a lingering kiss.

His gentle actions tugged at her heart as he continued to minister to

her,  first  lifting  her  hair  to  remove  the  collar  and  then  peeling  the  soiled
body stocking down the length of her, taking care to caress all the marks
he’d  made  on  her  body.  Some  of  the  places  he  touched  were  tender  and
sore, but all that mattered was the loving way in which he cared for her.
When  she  could  have  felt  vulnerable  and  uncomfortable,  he  went  out  of
his way to remind her how much he cared for her.

Pressing his lips to the curve of her neck, he gave her a quick kiss

before  moving  away.  When  he  disappeared  into  the  adjoining  bath,  she
stretched her arms above her head, pulling and lengthening her stiffened
muscles.  She  reveled  in  the  glow  of  satisfaction  surrounding  her  as  she
waited for his return. Listening to his movements, she realized the water
was running and wondered if he was getting ready to take a shower. The
thought  of  hot  water  sluicing  across  her  thoroughly  used  body  sounded
like heaven. She could imagine the heat seeping through them both as she
washed  him,  her  hands  lathering  his  muscled  chest,  sliding  along  his
ridge abs. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

“Are you okay, baby?”
Startled, she swung her head to look at him. At the sight of his

questioning look, a pleased smile spread slowly across her face. “I’m
wonderful. How are you?”

He approached the bed and slid his hands underneath her,

scooping her into his arms. “What are—”

“Jillian, stop. You’re worrying too much. Just let me show you.

Today your job is to learn. To feel. To release.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice came out soft, a bare whisper.

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Chapter Five

He carried her into the bathroom, where she squinted against the

bright lights. And what a room it was. Gleaming marble floors and granite
counter tops surrounded the room, providing ample space for more than
one person. The shower stall in the far corner looked large enough to
accommodate at least four adults at once. But that wasn’t where the water
was running. Instead, he turned to the left, stepping through a glass door
that led to the largest tub she’d ever seen.

The enclosed room shone bright and white; the tub, the walls, even

the  shelves  filled  with  the  fluffy  white  bath  towels.  A  large  window
loomed  over  the  bath,  offering  a  panoramic  view  of  the  city.  Today,
however, the view was shrouded in fog. Thick and gray, it clung to every
building she could see. Inside the bath, the steam rose and curled from the
surface  of  the  churning  water.  He  placed  her  gently  in  the  heated  water
and  turned  to  flip  the  switch,  turning  off  the  harsh  overhead  lighting  to
leave them in the muted, softer light from the window as well as the soft
amber glow of three candles burning along the far ledge behind the tub.

As she melted into the heat, she allowed herself to look at him. To

run her gaze from the strong muscled calves, beyond the powerful thighs
to  his  broad  cock  jutting  toward  her  surrounded  by  tight  black  curls.  A
tiny  smile  twitched  her  mouth  that  she  did  her  best  to  hide.  Seeing  his
arousal  again  so  soon  surprised  and  excited  her.  Her  nipples  puckered
and tingled at the thought of him taking her again.

“What are you smiling about, babe?” His strong voice caught her

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attention as her gaze continued up his body, along the ridged contours of
his  abs,  the  gorgeous  chest  crowned  by  the  flat,  dark  nipples  that  she
longed  to  grab  with  her  teeth.  In  fact,  there  were  several  places  on  his
body just waiting for her to sink her teeth into. Lifting her head the rest of
the way, she met his gaze. It struck her the strength and determination she
found  there.  A  simple  look  that  he  carried  well.  That  confidence  in  who
and what he was, as well as the knowledge that he knew who she was and
what he needed, bolstered her. More than that. It sent her soaring.

“It’s hard not to smile seeing you standing over me aroused and

ready once again.”

“It’s your own fault, Jillian.” He reached down and cupped her wet

breast between his fingers. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.” His touch
grew  firmer  as  he  pinched  the  skin  tight,  painfully,  taking  her  breath
away.  “Scoot  forward  a  little.”  With  a  silly  smile  on  her  face,  she  did  as
told and slid her bottom along the smooth, slick surface of the tub, making
room  behind  her.  Her  heart  soared  when  he  eased  into  the  bath  behind
her,  his  warm  skin  smoothing  along  her  back  until  he  settled  in  behind
her, the rigid flesh of his cock pressing against the base of her spine.

When his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight within his

embrace, she relaxed against him, releasing a soft purr of contentment.

“A girl could get used to this,” she whispered.
His soft but deep laughter rumbled from his chest and reverberated

through  her  body.  “I  certainly  hope  so,  Jillian.  There  will  be  many  more
opportunities  for  days  like  this.”  He  stroked  up  and  down  her  back,  his
strong  hands  soothing  her  marked  skin.  With  every  tender  touch,  her
heart  melted  a  fraction  more,  breaking  down  what  little  resistance  she
might have still carried, leaving her vulnerable and open. In the past, that
might  have  scared  her,  made  her  withdraw  in  fear.  Not  so  today.  She
stilled  at  those  thoughts.  Shock  coursed  through  her  as  she  realized  the
changes taking place within her.

Feeling a little selfish because of her thoughts and appreciation for

the pleasure he gave her, the desire to please him even more rushed over
and through her. She wriggled from his arms and turned her body to face
him, planting a soft kiss to his chest. Breathing deeply, she took in the

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clean scent of male flesh. She brushed across his chest and arms,
squeezing the muscles in a smooth, massaging motion. Looking down at
the hard pebble of his right nipple, she couldn’t resist. She bent her head
to graze the bud between her teeth.

Encouraged by his sharp intake of breath, she greedily nipped and

licked the nipple, digging her nails into his shoulders. He reached for her,
and she slid up and back onto her knees.

“Please, Sir. For a few minutes, let me take care of you.”
His gaze bore into hers as she held her breath, hoping she hadn’t

pushed too hard. A few tense heartbeats later, he lowered his hands to the
water and rested his head back against the tub.

With a soft smile, she reached for the soap on the ledge, pouring a

generous amount into her hand. The scent of citrus filled the room as she
rubbed her hands together, working up a white, foamy lather. Then she
washed his body. Arms, legs, chest, and stomach. With every slick touch,
she saw telltale signs that he was pleased with her attention. The
loosening of his shoulders, the obvious relaxing of his neck and jaw when
he let his head relax back on the bath pillow, and the occasional jerking of
his erect cock.

When she slipped her hands under the water to cup his hot, heavy

ball  sac,  she  noticed  a  slight  twitch  under  his  right  eye.  She  swallowed
down a smile just in case he opened his eyes. She didn’t think it would do
to let him see how amused she was with his reaction. When she wrapped
her  fingers  tightly  around  him  and  with  pressure  glided  her  hand  along
the  full  length  of  his  dick,  his  eyes  popped  open,  trapping  her  in  his
lust‐filled gaze.

Unable to look away from him, she managed to keep her hand

moving,  stroking  up  and  down  the  shaft.  Smooth,  baby‐soft  skin  over
thick,  rigid  steel.  Her  own  inner  walls  clenched  with  need.  She  wanted
him  inside  her  again,  pumping  his  hips  in  a  rough,  steady  rhythm  as  he
held her tightly, his orgasm filling her. The image of that had a low moan
escaping her lips.

Rob jolted forward, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue

dove into her mouth, seeking hers, tangling in a desperate need for

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closeness. He couldn’t possibly know what she’d been thinking, but
damned if he didn’t understand what she needed.

Moments later, he pushed her off of him. “To the bed, now.”
It took Jillian a moment to focus and comprehend that he wanted

her out of the tub and in the bed. She stood and reached for a towel. “No.
No towel. No nothing. I want you on the bed with your legs spread right
now.” His voice was low and gravelly, husky with his own need to take
her.

She hesitated, blinking at him, water running in rivulets down her

chilled skin. He stood and exited the bath, yet she stood transfixed, unable
to move.

“You took too long. Now you’ll get fucked here on the bathroom

floor.”  Before  she  could  process  that  image,  he  flipped  her  around  and
pushed  her  down  to  her  hands  and  knees.  When  he  thrust  two  fingers
inside  her  and  found  her  dripping  and  ready,  a  string  of  curses  left  his
mouth.  Seconds  later,  his  cock  stabbed  into  her  cunt.  Swift  and  sure.  He
grabbed at her hips, digging into the skin to the point of painful pleasure
as  he  continued  to  thrust  in  and  out  of  her  hard  and  fast.  He  slammed
against her hips, filling her impossibly deep.

Her nerve endings sizzled with every slide of him against sensitive

folds  until  the  pleasure  built  so  far  and  so  fast  that  when  her  orgasm
exploded,  she  lost  her  breath.  Clear  thought  became  impossible  as  wave
after  wave  crashed  over  her.  Deep  thrusts  turned  to  short,  biting  stabs.
Jillian  clawed  at  the  floor  with  the  intensity  of  it  as  Rob’s  orgasm  burst
free,  filling  her  with  the  come  that  she  coveted.  His  pleasure.  His
satisfaction.  Those  thoughts  filled  her  with  warmth  and  pride  as  he
collapsed over her, pushing her flat on the floor.

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Chapter Six

Sometime in the night, Jillian awoke disoriented and in the dark.

She couldn’t even remember getting into the bed. Rob’s arms were locked
tightly around her waist, holding her so close to his body they lay as one.

Needing desperately to pee, she tried to loosen his hold without

waking him. Her efforts were futile as he pulled her even tighter in his
embrace.

“No.”
“I have to use the restroom.”
His arm loosened fractionally at her request. “Be quick.”
She hurried into the bathroom and was back in bed only a few

minutes later. She looked down at him sleeping in the bed, thinking he
looked peaceful. She slipped under the covers and lay down gently on her
side of the bed, trying her damndest not to wake him up again.

“What the hell are you doing way over there?” He snaked his arm

around her middle and hauled her back against him.

“I didn’t want to disturb or make you uncomfortable.”
“You don’t get it yet, do you? Your place is here, next to me where I

can reach for you anytime I need to.”

She thought about his words, wondering how it would feel to sleep

night after night curled into his body. Safe and warm.

“Lift up your leg.” He tapped against her thigh, making his request

clear.

Despite not knowing what he intended to do, she did as he asked

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and lifted her leg high. He shifted as if looking for the perfect alignment
with hers. Her body jerked when his fingers and the tip of his cock rubbed
against the opening to her sex. His cock wasn’t hard this time, yet he
pushed himself inside of her with his fingers.

“Put your leg down now.” With her leg lowered, he was locked

into place inside her. “You belong here Jillian. You are mine, and your job
is to serve me whenever I want it.”

“But—”
“Jillian, stop. Listen. Think about it, babe. Your submission you

have offered is the greatest gift you can give a man. But it’s his gift. He
chooses when to use it, not you. It’s not submission if you try to dictate it
or turn it off and on at your own choosing. It’s hard, it’s painful, and it’s a
complete test of faith. But it’s also exhilarating, pleasurable, and
comforting.” He trailed his fingers along her spine as he spoke. She loved
his touch. She released the breath she’d been holding when he stroked the
curve of her hip and buttock.

His caress once again stoked the heat within her. She craved more

of him, needed him hard and hot inside of her. She wanted to feel his
pleasure bathing her. Her hands itched to caress him as well, to touch and
feel him as she moved her pussy along his length. But in her current
position, there was little she could do. He was in complete control.

Doing the only thing she could, she rubbed against him like a cat in

heat. Stretching her body against his thigh, she reached between her own
legs, seeking the spot that would trigger some relief. A soft sigh sounded
from her when she grazed against her swollen clit, even more so when she
felt his arousal swell inside her.

“Such a needy little girl. I really like that.”
His dick jerked inside her, once and again, stretching and filling

her. A subtle reminder that he needed her as much as she needed him. She
tested his reaction by moving against and slightly away from him, forcing
his cock in and out of her slick channel. A deep groan rolled from his
chest, through her back, which she’d pressed against him.

“I have to have you now, babe. I’m about to burst. This come is

your choice. How do you want it?” Laughter rumbled from him as she

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tried to twist in his arms in her attempt to look at him. He gripped her ass,
lifting her as she slid off his cock.

Jillian cried out over the loss. She couldn’t stand to feel empty right

now for even a minute. He flipped her onto her back where she spread her
legs wide open for him.

“Is this what you wanted? To look at me as I take what is mine?”
He pushed the head of his cock at her slick folds. She tilted her hips

forward as he dove in and out of her. She swore, greedy for every touch,
and grunted every time his cock slid against her clit. Bringing her legs up,
she wrapped them around his waist, locking them together, all warm skin
and slick bodies from the heat they generated together.

Her first orgasm exploded over her as his deep thrust rubbed

against her countless nerve endings. “Oh—oh—fu‐u‐u‐ck.” She arched her
back  and  wriggled  against  him  in  a  mindless  bundle  of  sensation  as  the
pleasure  pulsed  through  her.  When  he’d  wrung  every  ounce  of  her
orgasm  from  her  body,  she  found  herself  on  the  edge  of  pain  from  her
over  sensitized  body.  Obviously  sensing  her  temporary  distress,  he
slowed his thrusts to a gentle slide, giving her some precious moments to
recover.

A sexy smile spread across his features as he looked down on her.

“You really are a very good girl, baby.”

Her heart stuttered at his words. Already she had run the full

gamut of emotions today, but she believed she would never grow tired of
being his good girl.

“Mmm. Being your good girl sure has its perks. Kiss me, Master.

Please.” The soft plea in her voice seemed to soften him as he dipped his
head to capture her mouth. His tongue slowly parted her lips, tangling
with her own in an age‐old sensual dance. Before long, the drugging effect
of the long kiss and the continuing gentle glide of his cock stoked her
embers once again. Her body flared, and her nails dug into his neck and
back, spurring him to quicken.

He untwined her legs from around him and spread them wide,

opening her further, giving him deeper access.

“All mine.” He panted as he pounded into her. Light and sensation

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tore through her with every stroke as her climax built. “You have to come
again for me, Jillian. Come for me now.” His commanding tone threw her
off the cliff as her world exploded around her, every sensation flooding
through her as her muscles clamped around him. It didn’t stop. His firm,
tight strokes fueled her orgasm.

“You will never come again without me. Either by my touch alone

or with my permission. Do you understand?”

She nodded.
“Look at me, Jillian. Promise me.” Perspiration from his frantic

movements slickened their bodies as his movements grew faster, more
urgent. “You are mine and will do only as I say. Promise me.”

Anything. She needed to give him everything. “Yes, I promise.”
Her response triggered him as his hips dug harder into her skin, his

cock bumping deep within her. He grabbed her arms, pinning her tight
against the bed as his release shuddered through him.

Another orgasm splintered through her, tearing a scream from her

throat. She milked every ounce of his pleasure from him before he
collapsed against her.

“Mine.” His hoarse whisper caressed her ear.

* * * * *

When Rob finally eased from her body, he pulled her with him to

lay sprawled across him on the bed. She listened to his heartbeat, waiting
for it to return to a calm state. Already her body ached in certain spots,
and she knew tomorrow would bring soreness, none of which mattered
one little bit.

She’d opened herself to another like never before, and the truth of

what she was had slid home. Submissive to one. Her master. Emotion
overwhelmed her as tears leaked from her eyes. She tried to wipe them
away, but Rob’s strong hands stopped her.

“It’s okay to cry, Jillian. It’s understandable. I put you through a lot

today. I had to, though. It was necessary to push you through your fear
and your resistance.”

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She lifted her head to see him staring down at her with such

heartbreaking tenderness, she was surprised she didn’t melt on the spot.

“Are you happy, baby?”
His question surprised her. It wasn’t what she expected from him.

“I‐I’m feeling a little blown away by all of this at the moment, but yeah,
I’m a very happy girl.” His lips curved into a smile as he tightened his
hold on her.

“You belong now. How does that make you feel?”
“Proud.”
“Tell me what the tears are for. They are normal, but for you I need

to know the why of them.”

She hesitated for a second, thinking about the question. “They are

not sad tears, but tears of relief. Relief that what I need is finally here.
Layered beneath the fear I have been feeling is the knowledge of how
right this is. Thank you, Sir.”

“It feels good now, Jillian, but rest assured that your journey of

surrender and acceptance has just begun. There is so much that you need
to learn and experience. Not everything you need to know is complex. It’s
the simple things you will do day to day that will end up meaning the
most.”

Jillian snuggled farther into his shoulder, waiting for him to tell her

more.

“Ownership and belonging are powerful entities. You will feel

them all the time. You will carry me with you anywhere you go.”

He traced a path up and down her arm, lulling her. Sleep would

come soon; she couldn’t hold it back much longer.

“When you sit down at your desk everyday to work, you will think

of me and how your actions of the day will make me feel. For a while, it
will consume you, until I teach you, until you accept the many ways our
togetherness will calm you. Complete you.”

Her eyelids drooped as his deep, masculine voice continued on.

God, how she loved to listen to him. She always cherished their phone
calls, looking forward to the times when he would surprise her with a
wakeup call. The importance of his words were not lost on her, despite the

Her Surrender by Eliza Gayle

utter and complete exhaustion taking over.

With no barrier left standing between them, she finally understood

what  he’d  been  trying  to  teach  her  all  these  months.  Dominance  and
submission  for  them  was  a  total  package.  It  went  far  beyond  the  sexual
control  he  needed  and  she  craved.  The  deeper  they  went  together,  the
tighter the emotional entanglement would become. It was who they were.
Total fulfillment for them both came from those emotions, and the journey
would lead them to a deep and unexpected love…

The End

Her Surrender by Eliza Gayle

Author Bio

After penning several sequels to her favorite movies in her youth,

with  a  more  romantic  slant  of  course,  Eliza  temporarily  put  away  her
dream  of  writing  for  service  in  the  Marine  Corps.  After  the  service,  she
was  waylaid  with  college,  marriage,  the  corporate  world,  and  having
babies—until she read her first erotic romance novel a few years ago and
knew she had found  her niche.  So, after years of thinking about writing,
she  finally  grabbed  her  laptop  and  wrote.  Now  Eliza  lives  in  beautiful
North  Carolina  and  spends  her  days  dividing  her  time  between  writing
erotic  romance,  working  as  a  Marketing  Manager  and  raising  her  two
daughters with her husband of seventeen years.

She likes her stories hot and spicy, whether they be contemporary,

fantasy or paranormal, and will write in whatever genre her imagination
has conjured that day.

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