Sweet Surrender (30 page)

“Fuck me, baby, you’re gushing.”

Whimpering in embarrassment, she shifted her weight, bringing her knees closer together.

“No. Stay where I put you. I’ve got two more restraints for your legs if you can’t stay still.” As he issued his warning, he continued to play, sliding in and out of her slickness easily. After a few more strokes, he pulled out and teased her clit, encircling it before sliding up to her bottom where one wet fingertip pushed gently inside her bottom.

Jessie squealed, although from surprise, not pain. His finger stretched the tight, untried hole. It felt naughty, but out-of-this-world hot. As the tip slid slowly past the first knuckle, and on past the second, a low drawn-out groan filled the air.

“Yeah, I knew you’d like that.” She made a little whimpering sound of disappointment when his finger eased out. “There will be more of that later. For now, we must see to your punishment, naughty girl.”

The crisp sheets rustled and the bed shifted behind her. He left one warm hand on her behind as he moved around. She turned her head, as if she could see through the dark material covering her eyes. His dominance, the restraints, his total control of her body made her ache with need. She wanted to beg him to take her, but each time she spoke or moved, he reprimanded her, which only made her want him more. Resigned to waiting, she remained quietly obedient, as if she had a choice.

“First things first. Jessie, if things get too much, simply say the word and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

Too aroused to speak, her tongue stopped working altogether as she lay silent in his restraints, naked, helpless, and oh-so ready for him.

A low chuckle of amusement tickled her ears. “Answering my questions is allowed for bondage play, more important, I demand it. What word do you want to use for stop, other than no or stop?”

She thought long about that before she said, “
Scopare.
”

He froze behind her. “What?”

“
Scopare
. Did I say it wrong?”

“No, you said it perfectly. Where did you hear that?”

“I looked it up on line.”

“Then you know it means—”

“To make love, right?”

He was silent for a moment then chuckled. “
Bella mia,
you are a treasure.”

“What? You’re laughing. It’s wrong, isn’t it? What does it mean?”

He continued to laugh softly as both hands slid over her elevated backside and she thought she felt a brush of his soft hair. She knew she was right when his lips connected with one of her upraised cheeks. “You were on the right track.
Scopare
is actually considered quite vulgar. It means to fuck. While it certainly got my attention, using it will earn you another swat or two for naughty language.”

She giggled at her ignorance. He used such beautiful Italian words for her; she had searched one day for something to call him in return. Obviously, she’d gotten bad advice from the message boards.

“In the future, try
voglio scopare,
which means ‘I want to fuck.’ I’ll be putty in your hands; however, your sweet bottom will pay the piper.” He moved and the next instant she heard a whooshing sound right before the paddle cracked roundly across her rear.

“Fuck!”

“
Bella,
I’m confused. Are you saying your safeword, or is that a commentary on the paddle?”

“Huh?”

“Are you asking me to stop, Jessie?”

“No, I was just startled.”

“Ah, then a penalty stroke must be levied for cursing.” The swoosh and another crack repeated.

“Ooohh!”

His hand rubbed the two searing spots where the paddle had connected. “You’re pink after a puny two swats. I’m not so sure this is a beginner’s paddle. Maybe I should use my hand.”

“No!”

“You want more of the paddle?” His fingers found her pussy, gliding through the copious wetness between her lips. “Ah, yes, your body doesn’t lie. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you
?
”

“Yessss…” Her simple admission was more of a hiss of pleasure as he inserted a long, broad finger into her weeping center. “I must be insane.”

“If you are, then so am I, because this is freakin’ hot. I planned giving you ten, so I’m going to continue and won’t stop until I’m done or hear
voglio scopare,
although it kills me to hear it from your sweet lips.”

Another swat landed, lower than the first, and then another. Jessie’s mind was a jumbled ball of confusion as she tried to figure out why the burning swat to her butt cheeks made a tantalizing tingle and ache flare inside her pussy and across her clit.

His hand caressed her ass gently before he applied the paddle four more times. With only two remaining, his fingers found her, and after rapidly flicking her clit until she cried out his name, he plunged back inside her dripping heat.

Her moans rose in volume soon bordering on a scream as he finger fucked her hard and fast. The next instant his hand was gone and the paddle returned, delivering two of the most intense blows yet on the lowermost part of her cheeks. She did scream, although she wasn’t in pain; the spanks and his fingers had nearly made her come, but she needed more. As he knelt behind her, his belly and thighs moving against her abraded her tender skin. She rocked back, at least as much as her restraints would allow, still needing more.

One hand clamped around her hip, holding her in place as he guided himself inside. In one thrust, he was embedded deep within. Once, maybe twice more he drove into her before her screams echoed off the ceiling as at last, she came. Her body trembled with passion, convulsing in ecstasy around him and against him. She would have collapsed if not for his hands gripping her hard. He rode her fast, his endurance to Jessie seeming endless. As he kept at the pace, steady, pounding, relentless, she felt another orgasm begin to build. Arching her back, she tilted her hips, opening more and allowing him full access. With each thrust, he slapped against her clit, driving her onward. Gasping for air, with her hands in restraints, unable to move more than the fraction that she had, all she could do was accept the mind-numbing pleasure he gave her. She rode out his possession in spectacular fashion, welcoming his complete command of her body, surrendering in wide-open supplication to his dominance and damn if she didn’t love every minute of it.

A rough shout sounded above her as Marc spilled inside her, his orgasm triggering her second; she once more spasmed around him.

With him buried deep, they savored the aftermath. Him fully embedded, or gliding slowly as they came down from their high. Her warm and wet, her inner muscles gripping him, not wanting it to end.

A moment later, his hands quickly released her restraints and he flipped her on her back. He pushed off the satiny blindfold and his gorgeous face came into view. Brown eyes flashing, tawny gold flecks practically glowing with his passion, he stared intently at her.

“I love you, Jessie. You are my heart, my life, my treasure—
mio tesoro
. Do you understand?”

She did, but the emotional twenty-four hours capped by the intense bondage and spanking session were all too much and she burst into tears.

“I was afraid I’d ruined everything and you wouldn’t come back.” Her sobs wracked her body as she admitted her fear. It was as big a release as her two orgasms had been and left her weak in his arms. She felt the gentle brush of his hand through her hair and the glide of his lips along her cheek and temple.

“I said I’d be back, Jessie.”

“You said we needed a break.”

“Baby, I never had any intention of leaving you. Never would I be so cruel. I didn’t know you were trying to reach me. I was in surgery all day. I sent you some texts.”

“I didn’t see them.”

“I know. They came through when I plugged in your phone last night about one o’clock. It was dead.”

“Oh.” Another point of contention, which she hoped they would address some other time. She twisted in his arms, pushing up on an elbow so she could look into his face. “I’m sorry for being so crazy about the wedding. I thought about it for a long time and decided I’m being a bit anal about paying for everything. If you’re still willing, I’m ready to sit down and go over the wedding budget with you.”

“Of course, I’m still willing. No disagreement is going to run me off.”

“You forgive me then?”

He gathered her close and spread kisses along her face, then captured her lips in a long, sweet kiss. “My love is unconditional, baby. I forgive you, I want you as my wife and I want you to start believing that we are forever. You got me?”

“I got you, handsome.”

They lay quietly after that, until the dim light of the cloudy winter’s day cast long shadows on the walls. Jessie moved, twisting in his arms until she was on her belly. She propped her arms on his chest, looking down into his face in the waning light.

“The money thing isn’t easy for me. Although for you, I’ll put on my big girl panties and suck it up.”

“
Grazie, bella mia.
” His thumb stroked down her cheek in the familiar gesture that he’d done countless times yet never got old. She leaned her face against his hand, welcoming his touch. After a moment, the corner of his mouth tipped up in a devilish grin. “Would those be the Candy Panties or the Strawberry Delights?”

She laughed at the same time she shook her head. “You are obsessed with those toys.”

“Do you blame me after the round of hot bondage sex we just had?”

Flushing to the roots of her hair, she buried her face in his neck. “How embarrassing.”

“If it takes me tying and blindfolding you to use all those naughty goodies, so be it. I’m going to cure you of your shyness yet.” She felt his insistence rising against her thigh. With a twist of his big body, he nudged her so she was on top of him, her thighs straddling his hips. As his insistence turned into demand, his cock came to lie fully erect along the seam of her lips. His hands slid to her bottom and he squeezed.

“Too sore for another round?” he inquired of her yelp.

“No.” she sighed, wiggling upward to find his lips.

“The paddle wasn’t too much?”

“I loved it, but you know that, don’t you?”

“Hell, yes, you were wetter than I’ve ever seen you. I just wanted to ask and be sure.”

“You loved it too.”

“I’ve wanted to tie you to my bed for months.”

She gasped. “Seriously? You never said so.”

“You have got to be one of the shyest nurses I’ve ever met. I’m still working on you walking around me naked. Bondage sex, blindfolds, and paddles were a little farther down on my ‘things I’d like to do to Jess’ list.”

“There’s a list?” Her brows shot up with avid interest. “Can I see it?”

Marc chuckled. “It’s mental, baby. But if you want, we can sit down and put one down on paper together.”

“I couldn’t go through the bags of sex toys and you think I’ll be able to make a kink list?”

“For the woman who Googled the word ‘fuck’ in Italian, anything is possible.”

She flushed to the roots of her hair while he chuckled. Finding it contagious, she started to giggle and he chuckled more. When he slid inside her a minute later, her wetness making him able to enter hands free, they were still laughing. As she began to ride him, his guiding hands affixed to her warm, glowing ass, they both grinned—great big, silly, goofy grins—hopeful that having put this obstacle behind them, the rest would be smooth sailing.

They should have known fate was a real bitch.

Chapter Twenty-One

Marc walked around the front of his vehicle, fuming mad. If Jessie’s accusations proved true, he wasn’t sure what he would do. His mother had always doted on him, her only son, but to plot and scheme to cause trouble in his relationship was too much. It was one thing to support and encourage; to interfere in a grown man’s life, however, was excessive and indefensible.

Opening the passenger door, he offered a hand to help his short-legged fiancée down from his F-250 truck. The ground clearance, even with running boards, was a bit much for her to handle, especially in a skirt and heels. Edgy, he frowned impatiently as she fiddled with her seatbelt and leaned in to speed things along.

“My skirt is stuck in the—”

Without waiting for her to finish, he reached over and released the latch after giving a firm tug to free the jammed material. Sliding his hands around her waist, he lifted her down, growling low in frustration as she squirmed.

“My purse!”

His barely controlled patience was tested, as she seemed to take forever to gather her things. He grabbed her hand firmly, slamming the door shut behind her as soon as she was clear. With his fingers wrapped around her upper arm, he guided her quickly toward the front door.

“My goodness, you’re cranky,” Jessie grumbled, as he vaguely registered the sound of her heels clicking rapidly on the pavement as she tried to keep apace. “I didn’t invite your old girlfriend to Stacy and Jared’s engagement party last night, so please don’t take your anger out on me.”

He stopped. Immediately pulling her into his chest, he hugged her in apology, though he wanted to slam into his parents’ house and get to the bottom of what seemed to be evolving into a nefarious plot to cause trouble between him and Jessie. He took a deep breath, the light strawberries and cream scent of her hair soothing as always.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re right. You don’t deserve to be snapped at. I’ll reserve that for my mother.”

“This I can’t wait to see.”

She sounded a little too eager for his liking. He frowned as he pulled back, noting her eyes held a glint of smugness. “If this turns out to be true, which I’m sure it is since Jared’s mom said she asked for invitations, there will be no gloating, Jessie. Reveling in her disgrace will make you no better than she is.”

Her mouth fell open in surprise. “You can’t possibly be suggesting that there is parity between her malicious meddling and me taking a little joy in her comeuppance.”

“No, I’m asking you to be the bigger person here, Jessie. You two have enough to overcome without adding more hard feelings to the mix. Dad and I will address it.” He could tell she wasn’t particularly happy with his little lecture, but wisely kept further comments to herself.
Smart girl.