Surrender To Me

BANE

As I stepped onto the cool marble floor on my foyer, I felt Wren stop. Peering at her over my shoulder, I found her eyes were wide. She was taking in everything, every last detail of the wealth I chose to surround myself with. With a chuckle, I dragged her deeper into my domain. The floor may have been white, but everything else in my apartment was dark gray or black.

The couches were soft leather, big enough for ten people, but it was usually only me. On the wall was a ninety-eight-inch television, which I rarely watched because I was always working, and a copper and glass coffee table I rarely used because I was always too busy to be home and have a beer.

Wren walked into the kitchen, running the tips of her fingers over the dark granite countertop as she walked past it. All the appliances were stainless steel, all pristine. She turned to face me.

“This is stunning.”

“Bianca helped me fit it out,” I replied with a shrug.

She gave me a small smile and continued her exploration of my penthouse. When she reached the start of the hallway, she quirked an eyebrow at me. I gave her a nod, and she started down there too. Stalking behind her, she first went into the master bathroom, then poked her head into both guest rooms.

“You wouldn’t have stayed there,” I said into her ear, tracing the shape of her flesh with my tongue. “You would’ve been staying in here.” I showed her into the master suite, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against me. Her firm ass collided with my aching cock, causing her to wriggle against me.

My bedroom had never felt like home to me. It felt more like a place to sleep in between work. There was nothing personal about it-not like Wren’s place. Although hers was messy and everything was falling apart, there was a soul to it that came from all the personal things she had. Mine was merely a room with a bed. Stepping away from me, she walked to the bed and ran her fingers over the black sheets.

“Want to explore the rest of the suite?” I asked.

“There’s more?”

I bobbed my head. Taking her hand, I lead her into the ensuite. More of the white marble graced the floors and climbed the walls. The double-sized shower with rain showerheads and a bench was the first thing to catch her attention. Then she spun around and looked at the tub. I suddenly got a flash of her in there, the water lapping at her perfect breasts, teasing her nipples as they cooled in the air.

She walked into the shower and took a seat, then turned to look at me. “This is a nice edition,” she said in a purr.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Fuck, yeah, it was. I cleared my throat. “It’s a steam shower, so you can sit and steam for a bit if that’s what you want to do. It’s good for other things, too, though.” “Oh?” she replied playfully.

I stepped a little closer but was conscious of my limits. If I got too close, I would have her, and I wanted her first orgasm to be on the sex swing. “Yeah. It’s also a great place for me to taste that delicious cunt of yours.”

Her gaze dropped to my crotch, where I wasn’t even bothering to hide how hard my cock was. She stood up abruptly and came toward me. “What else is there to find in this bedroom suite of yours?”

With a grin, I threw her over my shoulder and walked into the sitting room area of my bedroom. With another one of those soft leather couches and an even softer rug in front of it, this was a place I wanted to use more but didn’t. I dropped her gently onto the couch, and I liked the way she looked at me. It was part pissed off, but mostly she was fucking ready for me. Dropping to my knees, I nudged her legs apart and slid my hands up her thighs, bunching her dress as I went. Then her perfectly pink cunt was exposed to me. I looked up at her face.

“You don’t have any panties,” I growled.

She shook her head and bit her lip.

Unable to stop myself, I leaned in and placed my mouth against her glistening folds, dragging my tongue through her pussy and making her shiver with pleasure. Wren’s hands found their way into my hair, holding me in place as I tongue-fucked her. With every scrape of her nails on my scalp, it felt like a shot of lust was being dumped into my veins, making me wilder and wilder. I wanted to take her so badly, but not like this. Pulling back, she whimpered a little but didn’t voice a complaint.

Taking off my suit jacket, I draped it over the arm of the chair. I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, Wren’s beautiful blue eyes tracking the movement. She licked her lips as more of my chest and torso were exposed to her. Fuck, I loved it when she looked at me like that. Quickly, I took the shirt off, then unbuckled my belt. Her chest was rising and falling with each movement of my hand, each removal of clothing. I paused at the button on my slacks, choosing not to remove them just yet.

Gesturing for her to stand, she slid from the couch, her neck and cheeks flushed with color. I stroked her cheekbone and placed a kiss on her mouth. I lifted her dress over her head and let the fabric slide through my fingers until it hit the floor. Wren’s breathing was ragged now. Standing before me, naked and so fucking turned-on, I could see her arousal slipping down the inside of her thighs, I wanted to take her rough. I wanted to make her mine, but there was something to be said for denying one’s release, and tonight, I wanted to make Wren so frenzied with need that she could never walk away from me.

I took her hand and pulled her toward the sex swing. When I’d heard she wanted to try it, I asked Andy to set one up in my bedroom. The large A-shaped frame had two anchor points at the top where the strips of padded nylon were suspended. Wren turned to look at me, lust shimmering in her gaze. Taking the larger, wide strip in my hand, I showed it to her.

“The seat,” I murmured. Then I went to the handholds. “To grip on to.” And finally, the stirrups.

“For your feet.”

I waited for her to nod for her permission. When I had it, I lifted her onto the padded seat where her ass balanced. Sliding my hands down her body, brushing past her pussy then down her legs, I helped her into the stirrups. “Comfortable?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “It feels strange, but not in a bad way. It’s like I’m floating.”