Surrender To Me

Running my hands through his soaked hair, I held him in place, hoping that this time he would give me what I wanted. He slid another finger inside me, brushing against my G-spot and making my entire body quake. He continued to torture me like this for what felt like a lifetime until I was begging him for my orgasm. As soon as the word ‘please’ fell from my lips, he flicked his tongue over my clit, sending me down a spiral of pleasure that only intensified with the thrust of his fingers and the flick of his tongue. My hands tightened in his hair, making him groan as he lapped at me.

When my body finally stopped pouring pleasure into my blood, I looked at him. His mouth was curved into a small smile, one that told me just how much he liked that.

“I love your cunt.”

“I love that you love it,” I mumbled. My eyes tracked his body as he stood, his cock jutting out from his hips. It was a beautiful cock. Reaching forward, I wrapped my hand around it, tightening my grip a little when he tried to step back.

“Baby, no. You’re still recovering. I didn’t eat your irresistible pussy so I could get a blowjob.” “I know. I want to do this.”

He seemed torn for a moment, then reclaimed the step he’d taken away. I held his gaze for a few moments, then dropped my eyes to his straining cock. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue over the head, tasting him. Bane threaded his fingers through my hair, holding me in place. I did this again and again, just a small flicker of sensation before finally sinking his shaft into my mouth.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Working my way back up, I hollowed out my cheeks and created the suction he needed. Placing my other hand around his cock, I pumped him while still sucking the crown, running the tip of my tongue through the slit at the top.

He hissed, a tumble of words falling from his lips that I couldn’t decipher. I was too lost in him, in his taste, in his reaction to me.

“Hands behind you, Little Bird. I want to fuck your mouth.”

A whimper escaped me, and I did as I was told. His grip on my head tightened, holding me steady as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He hit the back of my throat, my gag reflex kicked in. Each time I choked on his cock, he hissed out his pleasure.

“Yes, baby. Each time you choke, your throat tightens, and it feels fucking amazing.”

Tears began to leak from the corners of my eyes, a stupid side effect of the gag reflex. I hoped he didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. He continued to fuck my mouth until I tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum.

“Can I come down the back of your throat?” he asked.

I looked up at him and nodded. He grazed his knuckle over my cheek. “Good girl.”

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“I love watching my cock disappear into your mouth. It’s not as good as it being swallowed by your cunt, but it’s a close second.” I blinked at him, and he smiled. “You like it when I fuck your mouth?”

I nodded.

“Then touch yourself while I do it.”

I snaked a hand down between my thighs, finding my pussy wet and wanton. Sliding my fingers over my clit, I detonated with the second touch, the combination of Bane’s cock and dominating ways combined with my ministrations a heady mix. Bane thrust once more, hitting me deep at the back of my throat before coming. I waited until he withdrew a little before swallowing him down and cleaning him up.

“Fuck, Wren.” He angled his hips away from me, and I pouted. With a chuckle, he brushed his fingers over my bottom lip. “This mouth is fucking amazing.”

He helped me to stand and shut off the water. Wrapping me in a towel, he set me on the bathmat first before following behind me. I started to dry off, but Bane stopped me.

“Can I please do that?”

I looked at him and nodded. He took his time rubbing the terry cloth over my body, making sure everything was dry before drying my hair too.

“I don’t have a hairdryer, but I’ll send Mrs. Bellinger to get one for you today along with some new clothes.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said weakly.

He smirked. “As much as I would love to have you walking around naked the entire time, it’s not roingoingwork with Mrs. B wandering around here, too. Let her buy you some clothes. You can even tell her what kind of things you like.” I relented with a kiss. “Okay.”

Picking up the shirt I’d been wearing, he tossed it in the laundry hamper along with his sweats, then scooped me up in his arms and took me into his closet. I looked around in awe. It was fucking amazing in here. One side was filled with those expensive suits he wore, and the other was filled with casual clothes I’d never seen him wear.

“Pick whatever you’d like to put on,” he said as he pulled open a drawer and removed a pair of sweats-blue this time. I took a moment to enjoy the show, then went straight to his business shirts. I took a black one off the hanger and drew it over my arms. Bane eased my hands out of the way when I

began with the buttons, taking over the job for me.

“You can wear some of my boxer shorts while you wait for underwear.”

I stepped into them, feeling completely unsexy. I turned around to say as much to Bane, but he kissed me before the words could come out.

“You are so fucking irresistible. I want to take another taste of that cunt of yours…” he flexed his hips into mine, and I gasped, “… but Mrs. B is waiting for us.” He kissed my lips, then my nose, then my cheeks. I stared at the man who kept showing me these different sides of him. He was hard and unyielding, but there was such tenderness there too.

Taking my hand, he took us into the kitchen where Mrs. Bellinger was cutting up some fruit. She gave me a warm smile.

“Mr. Rivera told me what happened, sweetheart. I am so happy you’re okay.” “Thank you.” Having someone care about my well-being was such a new concept.

“Mrs. B, could you please purchase a hairdryer today as well as some essentials for Wren? Her apartment and everything in it was destroyed.”

“Of course,” she beamed. “You’re a size eight?” I nodded. “Just like my Carla, then. I’ll have some clothes for you in a few hours.” She placed a couple of fruit cups on the counter in front of us.

“Something light for your stomach.”

“How’s Andy?” I asked, suddenly remembering that he’d rescued me from that fire. “I’d like to thank him.”

“He’s okay. I’ve given him a few days off, but the bastard will probably be downstairs waiting for me, anyway.”

“You’re going to work today?” I asked. Fuck, that sounded needy and desperate. “I mean, of course, you’re going to work. Why wouldn’t you.”

Bane tipped my chin up so I would look at him. “I won’t go if you need me here. I can still get shit done in my office.”

My heart pounded painfully in my chest. I didn’t want to be alone. I opened my mouth to tell him as much but then shut it. I was safe here. I was in a building that was secure and had doormen. “No, you should go.”

“Are you sure?”

I plastered on a fake smile. “I’ve never had to rely on a man to keep me safe before.”

He framed my face in his hands and kissed me hard. “Please don’t talk about other men you’ve been with,” he growled.

I bobbed my head. “You should go to work, though.”

“What will you do?”

I looked around his apartment, eyeing the giant TV. “Netflix?”