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Surrender Ch. 1

By: Dartagnan



You started out just to free your mind, to think clearly about your relationship with him. Are you ready? But most of all, are you going to let him back in? You have put up so many boundaries around yourself, all self defense mechanisms. You pushed him away and hurt him so very much. He has loved you from the very beginning and you loved him too but could not admit it to him or even to yourself sometimes. You cannot remember the last person who made it near the center, maybe it has never happened, but he was so close. Are you willing to let him step inside now? You are a survivor, you have lasted these many years. You had been hurt so many times, especially from directions that should have never happened, but those were so many years ago, you were just a child then. The horrible scenes from your childhood flashed into your mind. You swore long ago not to let anyone get close to you again. You would not be beaten again, at least not mentally. There were many times you felt that the world would collapse in on you but you did whatever was necessary to survive. Unfortunately, many times this meant building more walls, most of all with the people closest to you. You used these against him before and hated yourself for causing him so much pain with words your heart never agreed with. But then again, you have always been able to hide the hate you felt for yourself. That is why you can never accept compliments very well. He has the ability to see right through your umbrella of attitude and false fronts. Better than anyone ever has. This comes from him knowing you better than anyone else. He knows about your past yet never passed judgment. You could see that he felt pain for you as you told him. His emotions were real, heart felt. You know inside that he could not hurt you yet years of conditioning are hard habits to break. You walk aimlessly in the woods oblivious to your surroundings.

The wind begins to whistle through the trees as you pull your collar tight. The sun has nearly set and you find yourself walking in the forest. The trail is barely visible to the eye as shadows grow longer and deeper from the trees. The leaves rustle around your feet and you wonder where the day went. The swirling breeze carries a sound you faintly hear..your mind races. Your pace quickens but you are lost and have no idea where you are, only that you need to hurry. The deeper you go into the forest the darker it becomes. The trees begin to moan with the wind, telling you their secrets. As you turn the corner an upturned root trips you and you fall into the dark underbrush. The trail, all but invisible now, cannot lead you out. You are scared, not of the things you see, but terrified of what lies in the darkness. You never should have lost track of time. As you rise to your feet, you hear a sound behind you. You turn quickly, nearly falling again, as shadow appears, almost specter in nature, the swirling trees move aside to allow a form to appear, a dark and fluid being. Your terror intensifies as it approaches and begins to take shape... Can it be? As the hooded figure becomes a man, a dark glove reaches out to you. As you feel him touch your arm, you vision fades to black, you faint into his arms.

As you awaken, you sense that you are in a warm place, without opening your eyes you feel that your clothes have changed, you feel the softness of silk, this causes your breath to catch slightly, as you begin to move, you feel as if you have been drugged, your body does not seem to answer to you, then you realize that you are tied down, your arms and legs will not move. Your mind screams but you emit no sound, your senses heightened, all without opening your eyes. You begin to feel the room around you, the warmth of the room, the soft crackle in the background makes you realize that somewhere in the room there is a fireplace, you feel you are on a soft but firm bed, a smell of fresh linen. You begin to realize a very important item that had eluded you until now....you are not alone in the room.

You can now sense he is there, somewhere very near, sitting quietly, watching your every move, your every breath, watching your eyes search under the lids. Your body begins to respond to the excitement that you feel, your nipples begin to harden..and you feel your pussy begin to seep it's delicious wetness. Oh my God, you cannot believe what is happening to your body..and your eyes are still shut! Very slowly, almost painfully so, you begin to open your eyes...it is very dark in the room which helps your eyes adjust quickly, you remember how dark it was in the forest and wonder how long you have been asleep, you see lots of shadows caused by the fireplace somewhere behind you, they move across the ceiling and walls, spirits dancing, watching you and you feel fear for the very first time. You begin to struggle at your binds... "Relax" His soft voice pierces the quiet. You are startled, you freeze. A hand caresses your hair. You feel the strength in his touch, warm and firm, you are afraid but your excitement begins to takeover. You speak but your voice cracks with fear, "Where am I?" You hear no answer, the silence is deafening, the hand moves away. You still cannot see him, but you can now smell him, that scent that you remember so very well, the one you have gone to bed so many nights ago smelling on your body, the one you have dreamt about, you know he is very close. His soft voice again startles you, "The time has come for you to look deep inside, to see the real woman you are, time for you to understand. It is time for a choice."

His words scare and excite you at the same time, you are not sure what he is talking about because you feel you know yourself, but strangely, you are very excited, there is a warm feeling deep inside you that is beginning to grow, a feeling you have never felt before. He begins to tell you many things about yourself... "You have always tried to get through life by not letting people close to you, never inside, never really close..You let your guard down with me a long time ago and let me in. You always seem to confront me physically, knowing that you cannot win, but you want to lose to me, feel me win, feel my strength...You have trusted me like no other, you have told me many things, important things about yourself, totally opened yourself to me many times...only I have seen you opened, the deep feelings you have inside, how you hide them from others...Only I know how easily hurt you can be, how you fight that hurt with a ambivalent attitude, but I KNOW the truth. You used walls to drive me away, at least that was your plan for us. The only problem with your plan was that I know what is truly in you heart. The parts you refused to acknowledge for so very long." His words are so strong that you feel as if you have been slapped, has he really paid that close attention to you? Does he really understand you inside, in the places that you don't allow anyone to see?? 'Can it be possible for him to know you? Really know you?' Your thoughts spin inside your head, your fear begins to fade, excitement builds.

Your attention is brought back to him in an instant, he rises. He walks around the bed, for what seems like the first time, you see his face. The first thing you notice is his eyes. With the fire behind you, it highlights his face, there is something in his green eyes you have never seen before, you are not sure what it is, but as he looks into your eyes, you feel as if he can see right into you soul, you quickly turn away. His hand brings your face back to his, very firmly, 'Don't' His voice has authority in it, you feel yourself obeying quickly, not wanting to disappoint. 'When I am speaking or around you, I want your eyes on me.' You don't answer. His hands grasps your chin again, his face inches from yours, your eyes wide, looking into his piercing eyes, you see the passion, the fire, the strength, 'I expect to be answered to when I speak!' His voice is strong, and your answer startles you as much as it pleases him..'Yes,Sir' His eyes flash with pride as much as your mind screams at you. God, you feel your body responding to his touch, he has not hurt you but there is no doubt that he could. You mind is racing, uncertain as to whether you truly know him. Fear begins to run back into your mind. He speaks again, your eyes locked in his.."You are here because you finally decided to search me out, you made the decision to initiate contact between us, hoping that I would want you. You will have to trust me with your life, completely give me total control over you. If that is something you cannot do..you may go anytime you wish, just say the word and I will release you. Understand one thing, everything we ever meant to each other or our future together will be gone. You will never see me again, ever."

The finality of his words hit you like a slap. His eyes never diverting from yours, you know that everything he said is true, including that you started this. Do you have what it takes to finish this? Can you handle what you might find out about yourself? Can he be right? All these questions shot through your mind, you realize that he expects an answer. His dismay at the time you take is obvious, "Will you stay?" Your voice answers him quickly but weakly, "Yes..." His eyebrow raises..waiting...his gaze hardens.."Yes,......Sir?" He nods, acknowledging the precedence that has already been set. His answer is short, "Good."

He stands again, walks around the bed to the other side, all the while looking at you, his moves are smooth, fluid, he is wearing a dark shirt and pants, the glow of the fire on his face and the shadows dancing behind him give him a look of a spirit, almost radiant, yet very handsome. You could not take your eyes from him if you wanted, just the thought of him begins to make your body response. Memories of past encounters bring forth your hardening nipples again, your thighs involuntarily part, he sees this and smiles, the knowledge of the power he has over your body enhances his attraction to you. You have never wanted something to bad in your life, yet you have no idea just what his plans are. You are completely his, under his control, your senses are heightened with each step. He sits down on the bed beside you. His hands begin to touch you....You shudder at his touch. He begins to caress your face with his palm and fingers. The heat from his hand seems to touch you all the way to your core. You close your eyes as the pleasure fills you, you suddenly feel him pull away. You open your eyes and suddenly remember the first rule he set...your eyes fill with sorrow, you had let yourself fall into your pleasure, forgetting that he comes before all else. Your mouth opens to apologize, he quickly touches a finger to your lips. 'The next time will bring punishment." His voice and eyes leave no doubt in your mind.

His touch begins again, soft and gently he traces your face with his fingertips, as if he must remember it forever. Memories of a night long ago flood back to you. Oh how you wanted to respond to him that night yet so many things stopped you. Those things no longer existed. His touch moves down your neck, onto your shoulders, the soft shirt your wear opens before his hands. It is slit up the front, no clasps, you wear nothing underneath. His hands begin to travel down your chest. Your skin feels afire as he reaches your breasts. Your chest is heaving from the intensity of it all. He withdrawals his hands, sits back and looks into your eyes. The lust in your eyes pleases him. He leans down and very softly brushes your lips with his. A groan escapes from your mouth. He lets his tongue softly tease your lips. Your mouth wants him so bad. He presses his mouth to yours softly, then harder, your moans are caught inside his mouth, your tongues twisting each others as the kiss makes your heart pound. You are so wet between your legs, your chest flutters. You cannot believe how excited you are just by his kiss. His slowly begins to kiss your face, following the same route as his hands earlier, across your cheeks, to your ears, he leans up and glances into your eyes, "don't move", he says as a mischievous smile crosses his face as he returns to your ears.

He knows how sensitive they are. He begins to nibble on them, your senses go crazy but you will NOT move, you have to win this battle over your body, to prove that you can, to yourself, but most importantly, to him, to show that you will do and CAN do whatever it takes to please him. His kisses move behind your ears, softly nipping. You shudder with excitement. Finally he moves down your neck, you are ecstatic that you were able to maintain, you sense the pride that he feels in you, you warm in the glow of his approval. He begins to bite your neck and moves along the soft slope of your shoulders, his mouth never leaving contact with your skin, he loves to suck and bite your shoulders as much as you love the feel of it, neither of your care if he makes a mark on your skin, you both are oblivious to it. His hands return to your arms as his mouth travels down your shoulders to your chest.

As his hands move to your waist, his tongue begins to makes slow soft circles around your breasts, moving closer and closer to your nipples, they are so hard, they are straining to touch him, wanting and seeking his tongue, the warmth of his mouth. Oh God, you can hardly stand it, your pussy is so wet, you can feel the juices dripping down between your legs, you tense your thighs together, but the restraints will not allow you to rub them together, you moan in futility. You are so hot. His tongue is closer to your nipples now, just off the edge, still circling your breast, he stops. He moves to your other breast and begins to trace the same circles around it, you cannot believe how sensitive you are to his mouth, his touch, it is driving you crazy. He again gets right up next to your aching nipples, they are begging for attention, he again stops just short. Your breath is heaving, you gasp as he sits back up and looks into your eyes, your gaze never wavers.

The lust in your eyes is so ready apparent to him, He can smell the scent of your pussy, it fills the room, you know that you are soaked. He just looks at you, expecting..... You slowly open your mouth... "Please?" .... "What?" ... "Please lick my nipples.." He smiles and lowers his head to your breasts. You feel as if you have been shocked by the electricity filling your mind as he takes a nipple into his mouth. His tongue begins to caress and rub across your nipple. He begins to suck the nipple deep into his mouth. You cry out and your body shudders as you realize that you are almost to the point of cumming and he hasn't even touched your pussy. You know from the past that you have never cum like this but you are so excited that you are at a boiling point. You pull at your binds, wanting to pull his head tight against your breast, hold him there, but you have no control, you begin to push you chest up off the bed to his mouth. He sucks harder on your nipple and begins to pull his head away, slowly, pulling your nipple, lifting your breasts with his mouth. The feeling is incredible. He releases the nipple and moves to the other one. He begins to repeat the same treatment and you are almost to the point of screaming. He then stops as suddenly as he started. You gasp for breath. You chest is heaving, you senses are on overload, and you have a wet pool between your legs, your clit is on fire and your nipples are so hard and sensitive that you can feel the slightest breeze in the room. Your eyes have not left his. You see him get up, turn around, and you stare unbelieving as he walks out of the room. You are afraid to call out his name and beg him to return, that would be putting yourself first, he would punish that attitude swiftly and sharply.

You lay there, sweating, trying to catch your breath. Your shirt is wide open, you are powerless to move, your nipples are pointing to the ceiling, you lift your head and can see the soft hair between your legs between gasps for breath, your legs are quivering. You want him back, now, to finish what he started, then it hits you...what you want really doesn't matter! Is that the lesson he is teaching you? Could he be so mean? Rather, was there another way to teach it, with some much affect? You realize that this situation is nothing like you have ever felt. Unique in every way. You have known for a very long time that you love him but now are looking at ways you never knew existed.

A soft noise causes you to turn your head. You see him standing there, leaning against the doorway, God, he looks so beautiful. How long has he been there? Seems like he just walked out but then you lost your train of thought, how long?... He walks over and sits down beside the bed again. He looks up and down your body, devouring you with his eyes, you blush at your imperfections, you hate him looking at your stomach, you are afraid that the marks from motherhood will turn him away, you hate them. He reaches out his hand and softly caresses your stomach, he turns to you and smiles. It melts your heart to see his smile, he says, "You are so beautiful." You softly shake your head and say "no", a soft polite smile to your lips. He reaches up and sharply pinches your nipple..HARD! "OUCH!!", you cry out. The pain seers through your chest. "Never contradict me again, especially about your body," he demands. With a small tear in your eye, you look at him and realize that he could have done a lot worse, in fact, now that the intensity of the pain was washing away, your nipple was even more sensitive than before. "I am sorry, Sir," you reply. "You have so much to learn my Love, so much to learn." You are not sure if the tone or context of his voice excites you or scares you.

To Be Continued...

Surrender Ch. 10



Morgan was surprised to see Eva coming in from the garden so late in the evening. Where had she been? And with whom? The anger that poured through him surprised him and made him want immediate answers. He went to her and grabbed her arm, yanking her to him. She gave a yelp as he held her tightly and whispered angrily in her ear.

"Where have you been?"

"Preparing a surprise for you," she smiled up at him. He was momentarily stunned at the open and honest look on her face. The heat flowing from her eyes ignited his passions at once and made him feel a sudden tug in his crotch. His instant response to her frightened him in its strength and he almost sank to his knees.

"What surprise?" he asked hoarsely.

"Come with me and I'll show you," she teased him mildly as she grabbed a hold on his skin suit and tugged him lightly in her direction.

He leaned forward, aiming his mouth toward hers, wanting to catch her with a breathtaking kiss as he ripped off her clothes and took her standing against the wall.

"Not here," she smiled. "Come!"

He willingly followed her up the stairs, barely registering the sniggers and the bold remarks coming from the people that had watched their display.

"Have fun, Morgan," he heard Connor laugh from somewhere behind him.

"Yes, Governor," he said and saluted his friend before hurrying after his mate.

Entering their room he had barely shut the door before Eva were in his arms, kissing him as if her life depended on it. Morgan was so relieved that he didn't question his good luck -- simply kissed her hard and held her tightly. 

He realised she was undressing him and he helped along as fabric after fabric was ripped off their heated bodies and showed to the floor. The bare skin that was revealed only heated his blood and he felt his erection hardening so much he could barely see straight. He tore off her last garments that was separating their bodies and grabbed her hips, holding her tightly to his swollen core, wanting to bury himself inside of her as soon as he could get her to open her legs to him.

He cupped her face and kissed her hard. She opened her mouth to him and he dipped his warm tongue inside of her and groaned as she sucked the tip of his tongue. He imagined that she did the same thing to his cock and he pressed his hardened cock closer to her stomach just by the thought of it. Slowly rubbing against her, she suddenly grabbed his cock in her hand and gave him a slight squeeze. He gasped at the unexpected pleasure pouring through him and moved them backwards toward the bed, wanting to bury himself deep inside of her welcoming warmth as soon as possible.

"How about trying something different this time?" she suddenly murmured.

"Whatever you have in mind, as long as I can come inside of you," he groaned.

"You will let me do what I want then?"

"Whatever you wish, darling."

"Good," she smiled at him and took a step away from him. "Go and lie on the bed then, Morgan."

"Not without you," he argued. 

"I thought you said I could decide this time?"

"All right, all right. But you're making this really hard, woman."

"It's supposed to be," she chuckled as she bent down and reached for something underneath the bed. Morgan obediently lay down on the bed, the sheets feeling cold against his backside but he welcomed the cold. No matter what she wanted he would have to keep himself in control until she gained her pleasure. He wanted her to achieve pleasure from their coupling -- he needed her to. It was the only way to make her bow to his will, to make her his in body as well as in name.

She came toward him carrying a few pieces of torn fabric. Tugging two of them off she started to tie his feet to the bed.

"What are you doing?" he wondered as he lifted his upper body.

"Making sure you're not escaping my bed before I'm properly satisfied," she winked at him.

"Have I ever neglected to satisfy you?" he growled at her.

"Once or twice, yes. That's why I'm not taking any chances this time."

"Stubborn minx," he chuckled. "Come and sit on my cock and I'll make sure you're satisfied."

"Words, words," she murmured as she moved to tie his hands. He willingly lied down and let her tie him up. Taking pleasure in seeing her take command and playing out her fantasies with him. He lifted his back slightly so as to find the most comfortable position on the bed. His cock feeling harder than ever as he tightened his muscles and tested the bonds that held him. 

She had done an excellent job, he realised as he noticed how little room he had for moving around. He gazed hungrily at her naked body as she bent over him and grabbed something from the floor. Her breasts were dangling in front of his face and he lifted his head to suck the tightened nipples into his mouth. As he connected with her warm flesh, she gasped and closed her eyes as he licked his way around her nipples, teasing them lightly with his warm tongue.

"You don't play nicely," she said heatedly as she held up a blindfold. His suspicion increased as he watched her fondle the black blindfold, moving it under his head.

"Neither do you," he said as she placed the blindfold over his eyes, shutting them off from the delightful sight of the naked woman in front of him.

"I'm not planning on being nice. I'm much more into pleasure," she murmured close to his ear, before kissing him open-mouthed and hungrily as if she wanted to devour him with her heat. He answered in kind and soon they were both breathing hard.

Her hand reaching lower, across his abdomen and stomach, before she located her target and closed her hand around his hard flesh. He jumped in surprise as she squeezed his cock head so tightly he thought he wanted to erupt at the spot. Letting go of her grip, he wanted to scream for her to finish him - to fondle him until release took him and he poured his come into her hands or mouth. 

Instead he felt her sit next to his naked body and kiss her way from his cheeks, over his throat and in an achingly tender way she was kissing a direct path down his chest. Stopping slightly, she nipped at his male nipples and the sheer unexpectedness of her actions made him gasp as small bursts of warmth were spreading from his nipples to the rest of his body. He stretched his body, straining against his bonds as he tried to control his body.

"Poor Morgan," she said smugly as she kissed her way over his hard stomach. He was holding his breath as she was closing in on the part he desperately needed her to kiss. Instead she easily skipped his cock and kissed the outside of his thighs and knees.  

"Dammit Eva, come back here," he snarled at her as she continued kissing the inside of his legs and dropping warm kisses on the inside of his thighs. He shook in an effort to hold back, and still she hadn't kissed his cock. A sweat broke out on his forehead. He struggled against the bindings that held him immobile and he wondered how he could ever have surrendered himself into giving her this much power over his body. Without the bonds, at least he would have the opportunity to lay her down on the bed and bury himself inside of her warm body.

"Impatient, Morgan?" she teased him as she kissed the skin surrounding his cock, his cock only touching her throat and neck as she circled her tongue into her target. He groaned loudly, and arched his back in order to give her a clear answer as to where he wanted to be touched.

"Just do it, Eva," he heard himself beg. "Please, I can't withstand much longer."

"Oh, poor thing. Let's take a break then," she said lightly and started to leave the bed.

"No, come back here."

"I thought you said I could decide this time, Morgan?" he heard her state from the other side of the room.

Despair was flowing through his mind at the idea of her leaving him tore through the haze surrounding his head. No, she couldn't leave. He had to make her stay. That meant he would have to follow her lead and try not to take command. He breathed deeply as he tried to find the right words that would induce her to continue.

"Please, Eva, don't leave me. I'll do whatever you want from now on," he pleaded with her.

"Hm, that sounds a lot better, Morgan. Are you ready for another one of mine ideas then?"

"Oh yes, darling."

"Good," she drawled as he heard her come closer again. Sitting herself on the bed, he could feel her knees touch his right thigh and he tried to get a picture of what her face looked like without his blinds. Still, the loss of sight enabled his other senses to sharpen. He heard her uncork a bottle or something similar and leaning her upper body closer to his. 

"Now, this may feel cold at first," she suddenly said in that husky voice of hers. 

He wondered what she meant and then screamed out as cold oil was poured over his erect cock. The cold was making his cock feel so sensitive he almost burst at the pleasure. Barely holding on to his control he breathed hard as she followed up by stroking her hands over his coated cock, massaging and squeezing him slowly and wondrously. He let his muscles relax a little as he lay down and concentrated on enjoying the intense pleasure pouring through his entire body. 

She moved her hands over his balls and squeezed them carefully, coating his body in the oily substance she had poured on him.

"What is that?" he finally asked hoarsely.

"Massage oil that I got from Loanna, the healer. It's supposed to tease the senses and increase the sexual gratification."

"Hm, its working, I can tell you that," Morgan murmured and he tightened the muscles in his thighs as a response to her touch. "Why don't you impale your sweet cunt of my cock before I lose control?"

"Tempting, but that wasn't a part of my plan."

"No? What was your plan then?" He dearly hoped it wasn't to tease him to the edge of his control and then leave him - only to let him be untied by a laughing servant in the morning. He held his breath as he felt the bed wriggle as she changed position.

"This," she murmured, and at the same time he felt her close her warm mouth over his cock head, sucking him slightly. 

He groaned as she moved her tongue to the ridge underneath his cock head and teased his aching skin. Taking his cock further inside her mouth, he felt his cock head hit the back of the throat, before she let her lips tighten around his cock as she pulled upwards in a slow and painstaking effort as far as he was concerned. Sinking back down again, she sucked his cock inside of her warm mouth and let her tongue roam over his sensitive skin at the same time.

"Oh my god," he choked out and cursed the bindings that prevented him from holding her close to him, preventing him from fucking himself in her mouth. The loss of sight was only making him more aware of every move she made with her tongue and lips, and he felt his control ebbing away faster than his prided wanted.

"Please take me inside of you. Let me pleasure you as well," Morgan pleaded with her.

"Relax, Morgan. I'm doing this my way." And she touched her hands to his balls, roaming them over his skin and squeezing slightly, increasing his tension even more. Moving her hands around the root of his cock, she grabbed hard around his cock and moved her hands up and down a couple of times, making him strains for the release that was coming closer and closer.

"God, it's so good, darling," he said hoarsely.

She chuckled. "I'm hoping to make it even better," she said unexpectedly and moved up over his body. He felt her rub herself against his frame, as if she was a cat that snuggled against him. Holding herself above him, he felt her lowering her body to his, his cock touching the vee of her thighs before she sat down on his thighs, his cock barely touching her belly. Groping around her he heard her locate the bottle she had used earlier, and as expected the cold liquid was again seeping down his cock. He gasped as the cold liquid hit his erect cock and he arched his body up toward hers.

"I'm not sure I can take more of that massage oil," he said heatedly.

"I thought we should share it," she murmured in his ear and made his pulse take a leap at the thought of how she intended the sharing to occur. As an answer to his prayers she moved up along his body and started to impale herself on his hard cock. The feeling was immense as he felt her work his large cock slowly inside of her tightness, coating her inner walls with the massage oil. Holding his breath he could only struggle against his ties as he pushed his cock upwards toward her warmth. 

He wanted to hold her closely to him and kiss her senseless as he came inside of her. Opening his mouth he met her hungry lips as she impaled herself completely on his flesh. Holding herself still, he felt as if he had finally come home and he wanted to stay inside of her forever. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth as to copy his cock inside of her cunt. Immediately she started to suck his tongue as she had his cock and he groaned loudly.

Slowly she moved upwards again, holding onto his cock as she slowly let him slip from her body while tightening around him. He heard her gasp as she impaled herself another time, before lifting herself away from his cock. This time she crawled further up his body and he caught her left nipple in his mouth as she tried to pass him. Sucking her nipple, she breathed harder and he increased his effort and gloried as he heard her uninhibited response. 

"Sit on my face," he tempted her as soon as he let go of her nipple and tried to locate the other.

"Yes. Yes, I will," she gasped, and almost desperately she turned herself around and put her knees over his shoulders. He could sense her cunt being close by her sweet scent and he lifted his head to reach her. 

"Bend down," he ordered her. She did as he asked and soon he met her moist opening. Darting out his tongue, he circled around her clit and motioned between her sex-lips. Her cunt was heavy with heat and the sweet scent of the massage oil. The scent of her made his pulse increase and he opened his mouth and kissed her hard, before swirling his tongue over her clit. He heard her moan and then she lowered her body closer to his. He answered by attacking her pussy with vigour, kissing and licking her all along her inner sex lips, before pushing his tongue into her cunt.

"Oh Morgan," he heard her scream and he smiled at her uninhibited response. His smile disappeared as soon as he felt her take his cock into her mouth and suck him hard. The shock made him stop licking her and he just breathed as he felt his hard cock answering to her every command.

Now he was so close he worried that he wouldn't be able to please her before he completely lost control. He tried to ignore his insistent cock and pushed his tongue into her cunt again, loving the choked sound as she let go of his cock to breathe deeply. Welcoming the respite he lapped at her clit, before circling if with his tongue and kissing every part of her that he could reach. Soon, he felt her tense her muscles in response and as he continued licking and sucking he felt her legs began to buckle as her release was closing in. 

Her clit was so hard he pushed his tongue slightly at the sensitive tip, welcoming her response of pushing her pussy closer to his mouth as if she couldn't help herself but surrender herself to every command given by his tongue. He smiled as he heard her moan and pushed his tongue against her clit, pushing her over the edge as she screamed out her pleasure. Her entire body was shaking in release and he continued licking and kissing her as her body lost itself in the aftermath of release. She sank forward and lay draped over his body, breathing loudly.

Morgan felt his straining cock begging for release but he knew she needed time to collect herself. Still, the tugging in his cock welcomed the nearness to her as her head lay resting on his thigh. His cock feeling her long hair teases his skin. Suddenly her hand closed around the root of his cock and he groaned as she squeezed him hard.

"Sorry, Morgan." she breathed deeply. "I didn't intend to forget you."

"Don't worry about that. Although if you could just...," he started but stopped as she took him into her mouth again. "Oh yes," he blurted out as she sucked him hard. Tightening her hands around the root of his cock, she started to move her mouth up and down his shaft, tightening her lips around him as she moved slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Soon he was groaning and begging her to finish him off and he felt every muscle in his body tense as she touched her upper lip over the ridged area underneath his cock head. 

A ripple of want went through his body and he felt her pushing him closer and closer to the edge as she slide her tongue around the outskirts of his cock head. Letting out a whoosh of relief he let the tension ease from his body as she dropped kisses up and down his shaft. But just as soon the relief was over as she took him inside of her mouth again and sucked him harder than before. Moving faster she took him as far as she could inside her mouth before lifting up and slamming down again. 

Immediately he felt the need build in him and as she took him deep the dam broke and he was thrown into the unknown as his entire body felt like liquid. His balls gave up their load and he poured all his semen into her warm mouth, feeling her hold her mouth over his cock as she drank his come. Softly she licked her way over his cock head, cleaning away every drop of his come as he felt his entire body go slack with release. Just laying and breathing he let every muscle in his body relax and he lay drowsily feeling her warmth against his body. 

All too soon she collected herself and stood up from the bed.

"Come back here, please," he murmured softly.

She loosened his bindings and climbed back into the bed, snuggling closer to him and resting on the arm she had just released. Dragging away his blindfold, he saw her flushed face and the satisfied look in her eyes. Lifting his body over hers, and turning her head his way, he kissed her hard on the mouth, not bothering about the combined taste of their bodies in their mouth. He wanted to plant himself in her memory and letting her take control had been the best experience of his life.

"Thank you," he murmured to her. "I've never felt that good before." He kissed her once more, before he lay down and fell into a deep sleep. 

He barely registered her murmuring. "Neither have I."

***

Eva looked at her sleeping mate resting so peacefully beside her on the bed. He seemed to be exhausted by her ideas, she chuckled. She wondered what Jack was doing right now and why he wanted her to keep Morgan out of the way just this evening. Not that it had been much of an effort to do so, she smiled. In truth it had provided her with the possibility to live out a long-time fantasy of hers -- and with a man she felt comfortable with knowing that he would be willing to go along with her fantasy. 

It was like she had been handed a gift to know that this man would always be willing to let her explore her sexuality and never laugh at her or be alarmed by what she wanted. It was such a strange feeling to have in the company of a man -- and not any man either. He was still her mate and enemy -- nothing would change that. She shook her head. 

Why was she wasting her time daydreaming when she knew there would never be a forever for her and Morgan. Except for a 'forever apart'. If not, one of them would be forced into captivity in the other's camp and no relationship could survive on such terms. 

She knew she was stalling or had been for the last couple of days. She had to get a hold on herself and make her escape, not just plan and wait for another lovely sexual encounter with Morgan. In fact, she had gathered the final pieces that she needed for her escape, so everything was ready. 




Surrender Ch. 10



Loanna had even provided her with a few herbs that would pacify Morgan and make her escape easier. She doubted the healer had ever suspected her real intentions when she asked for something to relieve her menstrual pains and help her sleep. Tomorrow she would discover if those herbs were as good as she hoped they were. 

Having finally taken the decision she felt calmer and she lay down to sleep beside Morgan. Snuggling closer to him she told herself that she was just cold, but knew that the truth was to enjoy him while she could.

***

The next day, Eva acted a little strange, Morgan thought. She barely listened when someone talked to her and her expression seemed somewhat dazed. She was up to something, Morgan was sure of it. But what and when? 

Yesterday had been a real eye-opener for him. Never before had he let a woman bind and blindfold him -- rendering total control over to a woman and trusting her to treat him well. But what orgasm she had given him. If he hadn't been lying down at the moment when the pleasure hit him, he surely would have fallen -- literally speaking. It had been the most earth-shattering experience of his life and he was hungry for trying out a lot more of her ideas.

*** The same evening, as they shared a meal in Morgan's room, Eva eyed Morgan to see whether the sleeping drought was taking effect or not. She had put it in his drink when he wasn't looking. According to Loanna it should have taken effect by now. She sank lower on her chair and lifted her foot up onto Morgan chair and settled her sole between his legs. He gave her a suspicious frown. 

"What are you up to?"

"Make a guess," she tempted. 

She bent her toes forward and touched the lower front of his abdomen, only covered by a thin fabric. Feeling his cock, she roamed her toes over him, locating the outline of his hard flesh and touching the ridge that was presented to her. He hardened instantly and she felt him pulse against the skin underneath her foot. 

"Are you sure you're up to this?" Morgan teased her as his eyes looked as if they were erupting in heat.

"Oh yes," she smiled as she continued stroking his cock, making him harden even more. He let out a moan as she moved her toes up and down his flesh. 

Hearing his response she withdrew her foot and stood up from her chair. Leaning over the table, she met Morgan's lips in a deep kiss. Holding on to his shoulder with one of her hands she gave herself up to the kiss, feeling Morgan's pulse increase along with hers. 

She reached into her pocket and retreated the rest of the sleeping drought Loanna had given her and poured it into his drink before leaning forward and into Morgan's lap - clinging to him as if there was no tomorrow and she wanted to devour him completely. Suddenly Morgan lifted her up and sat her on her feet, looking at her with an intense look of pure want.

"You're killing me, darling," he smiled at her.

"Poor thing. Maybe you should strengthen yourself by drinking some more wine," she turned and handed him his drink.

Meeting her challenge, he drank the rest of the content in his glass and turned his heat on her again.

"Now, where were we...ah...the bed, right," and he dragged her with him over to the bed. Sitting down on it, he looked expectantly at her. "Why don't you finish what you started?" he tempted her as he leaned back on his hands. His tented skin suit revealed his cock was having a hard time and wanted to be released. She bent forward and opened his skin suit, baring his cock at the same time. 

She roamed her hands over his naked flesh and fondled him softly as she listened to his moans. She leaned forward and met his dazed eyes. The drug was finally working, she thought, and not a moment too soon. Sitting down in his lap she closed her lips over his and kissed him softly, wanting to feel him fall asleep in her arms. Gradually his response got weaker and he fell back on the bed. 

Eva jumped in surprise and bent over him in shock to see if he was still breathing. To her relief she felt his pulse and he was breathing easily as if he was sleeping. She breathed out. Thank god. He had her worried for a moment. Leaning over him she kissed him one last time on the mouth and whispered.

"I'm sorry, Morgan. I wish things were different, but they aren't. Thanks for everything." She roamed her hand softly over his cheek before whispering in a teary voice. "Goodbye, my love." 

Getting off the bed, she collected her supplies and changed into a dark skin suit. Hopefully the darkness would provide her with the necessary cover to escape the palace. If she was lucky Jack would have received her message by now and would meet her outside. She gave her sleeping mate one last look before she quietly slipped out of the door and into the night.

***

As she moved quickly over the fields and closer to the woods she worried that Jack hadn't got her message after all. She had hoped he would meet her in the garden just like the last time but he had been nowhere around. Still, she couldn't afford to wait any longer. Not knowing how long Morgan would be sleeping, she needed as much distance as she could get between her and the palace before he awoke. 

Most likely he would scream the place down and not resting until he had searched the entire building. That would hopefully keep him occupied for at least a few hours more. And she needed those hours. Closing in on the trees, she ran faster, trying to get under cover before anyone wondered about the dark clad intruder in their field. 

She breathed in relief as the familiar sense of freedom came over her. She was hidden from sight by the heavy undergrowth and she welcomed the sense of homecoming. She had grown up here and she still felt a sudden ease come over her as she moved quickly between the trees and bushes, in the direction where she knew the camp was. Suddenly she became aware of someone following her. She couldn't hear anything but she had a strange feeling that someone was watching her. 

"Jack. Is that you?" she called softly to where she heard the strange sound. There was no response. A slight unease settled over her and she turned and walked more quickly toward the camp. As the undergrowth grew thicker it prevented her from running, but she kept a steady pace while trying not to worry about the unease she had felt. 

***

A few hours later the dense forest changed and she crossed a few clearings as she realised the morning light was beginning to increase. The extra light lifted her spirits and made it a lot easier to walk.

Suddenly she heard the distinctive sound of footprint coming in her direction and instinctively she moved behind a bush and stood still.

"You can come forward now, Eva," she suddenly heard Jack call near her. Jumping forward she ran up to her brother and hugged him hard.

"Oh Jack, I'm so glad to see you again," she smiled before bursting into tears.

He held her tighter, enveloping her with his strength and letting her cry out her fears and the relief of finally being home again.

"There, there," he murmured to her as she finally settled down. He dried her last remaining tears from her cheek and he comforted her with his large frame. "I'm so sorry, Eva. I never would have sent you if I'd realised the task would hurt you this much." 

"It's not that, Jack. I enjoyed my adventure and I'm happy that you let me have the opportunity to do something. I'm just so relieved that's it's all over. Now I just want to go home," she smiled at him.

"I never should have let you talk me into it, no matter what you say now, and I'll probably regret that decision for the rest of my life," he said as if he still reproached himself for letting her go.

"You're such a chauvinist, Jack. Just you wait until you hear the rest of the information that I've revealed and then you'll certainly shut up."

"I doubt it," he smiled as they turned and walked toward the camp. "You women are supposed to let the men take care of you, not go out and try to save the world."

She laughed. "What a jerk. You have so much to learn about the abilities of women."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you'll give me another one of those lectures of yours but I'll suppose I'll have to endure it this time as well."

"Ha, you'll just close your ears as you usually do," she teased as she gave him a playful push at his side.

"Ouch," he responded. "I'm always listening to your jabbering, sis, don't you doubt it."

"Oh, I doubt it all right." As she said the words a large figure suddenly emerged from the shadows and charged into them - knocking them all to the ground. Eva turned over in surprise and caught Morgan hitting her brother.

"Don't you dare touch my woman!" he snarled at her brother as he threw another punch that Jack blocked before kicking Morgan away from him. Both the adversaries got up from the ground, before hitting into each other with a loud noise. Eva shivered as the two men she cared most about in the world clashed into a tree. They were similar in both size and strength making the outcome impossible to predict. 

Eva shouted out. "Morgan, stop this at once!" But he barely registered what she was saying as he slammed her brother against the tree trunk again. No, she couldn't just stand here and watch the two men kill each other. She looked down and tried to locate a weapon of some sort and decided for a log of wood. 

Moving over to the contestants she bided her time as they quickly moved as they punched each other hard. Lifting the log she slammed it into the back of Morgan's head, only to have him touch the sore point and turn toward her.

"What did you do that for?" he growled at her. She could just blink in response as she had expected a lot more reaction from her hit. At the same time Jack stepped forward and slammed his fist into Morgan's temple, knocking him out. He slammed down on the ground, making Eva shudder in fear that he had injured himself. 

"Morgan!" she screamed as she knelt down beside him and felt for his pulse. Feeling the consistent beating of his heart she breathed out in relief.

"Damn it, sis. Don't tell me you care for him? Don't you know who he is?"

"Of course I do. I've lived with him for the last couple of weeks."

"He's still your enemy," Jack snarled as he lifted Morgan's limp body onto his shoulder.

"What do you intend to do with him?" Eva wondered.

"Eliminate him, I guess," Jack stated as he walked toward the camp. Eva felt her blood ran cold. She hurried after her brother.



Surrender Ch. 11



Arriving at the camp, Jack handed Morgan over to some of his men and they tied him up. He was still unconscious but seemed otherwise to be in good shape.

Jack's men congratulated him on capturing such an important enemy and Eva spent countless hours talking about her mission and the information she had uncovered. She was happy to observe that the men treated her with a lot more respect now that she had shown her mettle and helped their cause. Still she said little about what had happened after her cover had been blown, although she sensed they were anxious to hear more about it – especially the women.

Finally, one of the men blurted out what everyone else thought but did not dare ask. 

"How did they torture you?" 

Eva noticed Jack flinch at the question, before grabbing the curious man by the throat.

"I think the questions can wait. My sister needs her rest."

"No, Jack," Eva intervened. "I think I will answer the question." She breathed deeply before meeting the eyes of her curious listeners. "Yes, I was tortured." A collective gasp went through the assembly and Jack lowered his head as in shame of what he had sent her to do. "But, I think I got of a lot easier since I'm female." She continued to tell them about the truth serum they had given her and what she had discovered about it. "I realised that the serum can be fooled as long as you decide which truths to tell them."

"So what did you tell them?" one of the elder women asked. "How much their feet stank or something?" Laughter broke out and relieved the tension among the assembly and Eva joined the laughter. It was so good to be home again, she thought.

"Not exactly," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "But some of them blushed really nicely when I told them about the sexual prowess of my lover and giving them more details about his body that they preferred to know."

"Oh my," the women sighed as they wore dreamlike expressions.

"After that they didn't try the truth serum any more."

"What did they do instead?" a younger woman asked curiously.

"Sexual torture," Eva said slowly.

"What?" several voices blurted out at the same time.

"Yes, they choose a man that will pleasure you until you reveal all your secrets and some you never knew you had."

"Did he did that to you?" one of the women pointed at Morgan's still unconscious body, his large frame having been the object of a lot of interest since they had entered the camp.

"Yes, he made me crave him sexually and after that he mated with me."

"Doesn't sound much like torture to me, honey," one of the old women interrupted. "If someone like that handsome man wanted to mate me I wouldn't have left his bed at all." The laughter spread heartily among the women.

"He's still our enemy," one of the men interrupted in an angry voice.

"So what?" the old woman declared. "We still have eyes, don't we? And it's nice to have something besides Jack to look at since the rest of you are not so pleasing." The women laughed as the men scowled and their faces turned different degrees of red.

"Just stop this nonsense!" Jack blurted out and got on his feet. Starting to walk back and forth, he seemed to be pondering a difficult problem. "There is no way you can stay mated to this man, Eva," he finally growled out as he pointed a finger at Morgan.

"Well, the star seers on Alpha Centauri seemed to be convinced. Besides, the ceremony has already taken place."

"Damn it. I know that. It's just that…," he paused before taking a deep breath. "He's still our enemy," Jack growled out.

"Unfortunately, yes. However, he is also one of their superior officers and a good friend of the governor. I suggest you use that for what it's worth and give them some tough demands for his release."

"Perhaps." He seemed to ponder her advice. "I'll think about it."

"We can gain a lot more by keeping him alive than by killing him, Jack, and I think you know that," Eva prodded her brother.

"I've said I'll think about it. Now, go and get yourself some rest, sis. We'll talk in a few hours."

***

A few hours later Eva had slept and eaten a hearty meal. Still, Jack had not revealed any of his plans for Morgan and she could not bear to wait any longer. She saw him standing by himself at the end of the clearing and she welcomed the chance to talk to him in private. 

"Have you decided yet, Jack?"

"About what?"

"About Morgan, of course."

"Ah, yes, that unfortunate mate of yours that practically waltzed into our camp yesterday. Yes, I've thought about him and even send out men to locate the rest of his soldiers before they attack us."

"Oh? You don't think he acted on his own?" 

"Nope. Although my men have not been able to find any soldiers having entered the forests lately, so perhaps he was alone. What puzzles me is how he could have been that stupid in the first place? Anyway, my guess is that he followed you from the palace."


"No, it's not possible. I drugged his wine and he drank it while I was watching. He fell asleep in my arms."

"He must have fooled you somehow."

"Perhaps, but I just can't understand how? I thought I was so careful that no one would be able to track me, although I did hear some strange noises in the forest," she contemplated suddenly.

"What noises?"

"Like someone was following me. I thought it was you as first, but the noises stopped."

"Bloody hell. Why didn't you tell me? And why didn't you wait for me before entering the forest, like we agreed?"

"You weren't there at the time and I wanted to get away before the guards could catch me again. Besides, it all went well, didn't it?" she smiled at him.

"Thanks to pure luck, it did, yes. But please be more careful next time, sis. Your luck won't last forever."

"I'm always careful," Eva stated teasingly.

"Sure you are. Such as when you broke into the Captain's cabin to steal a few papers and he decided to take you for mate. Now that's not exactly being careful, as I see it."

"Speaking of which, what will you do about him, Jack?"

"I want to kill him for what he did to you," Jack answered heatedly.

"But he's my mate."

"So? If I kill him you can have another mate. Preferably someone of our own."

"No, I want to keep the mate that I already have," she stated.

"Why? What is it with him that makes you want to keep him, sis? He's done you nothing but harm as far as I can see."

"Oh well, but he's such a fine specimen and he's equipped with the largest… ," Eva murmured the rest of the sentence into Jack's hand as he had suddenly reached forward and pressed her mouth shut.

"Don't even begin to tell me the details, sis. I'm still trying to cope with the fact that you're mated, for god's sake."

"All right, Jack. I didn't realise you were so embarrassed about the facts of life," she winked at him.

"Don't even start," he growled. "You're giving me nightmares. You just keep him as your toyboy then, and I'll try to keep my mouth shut." 

"Any news on the fighting, then, Jack?" Eva asked in order to steer her brother in another direction, making him ease down a bit about her mate.

"It's quiet for the time being. The Governor has declared a few law changes that we're anticipating the result of."

"So he's turning in the right direction?"

"Seems like it. But, if not, we'll surely give him a push if it needs be," Jack chuckled.

"By sending in more female spies?"

"No way. One was more than enough. From now on our women will stand back and let us men do the dangerous tasks."

"I think it worked well for quite a long time. Besides, they will never expect any more female spies from the rebel group," Eva argued.

"It worked well? Yes, I'm not denying that you uncovered information we would never have got our hands in other ways, but I must say the prize were high when my sister gets mated to an enemy – and he stumbles into our camp in broad daylight by tailing her."

"But in the process you also got a useful prisoner."

"Yes, yes, but he's still your mate so I'm not even allowed to kill him, and I suppose you're not letting me scratch him a little either?"

"No way, Jack. After pummelling him into unconsciousness I think you have done quite enough."

"Damn it. How about the moral among my men when we can't even hurt him just a little bit? I'm sure there are plenty of pieces of him that you won't even miss."

"Such as?"

"His tongue, for instance."

"Have you lost your mind, Jack? How do you suggest getting information from him if he's not able to talk? I'm mated, and I want a fit and whole mate so I suggest you just get over it! Besides, I can think of a number of good uses for that tongue of his," she cheekily replied.

"Please, don't enlighten me, sis. I liked you a lot better when you were younger and playing with less dangerous toys. Dolls are a lot easier to cope with than enemy captains." 

"Ha, but the grown-up toys are so much more exciting," Eva teased.

Suddenly, the object of their discussion groaned loudly and they both turned toward Morgan that had finally awakened. 

***

Morgan had tried to listen to their conversation as soon as the fog on his mind had cleared away sufficiently, but most of the words were still a blur to him. However, he had heard them referring to him as her ‘ toy' and the nickname sent a chill through his body that he hadn't felt before. How stupid he had been to think there was something more between them, to believe she felt the same as he did. 

Instead, she had betrayed him and helped her lover to catch him. How could he have been so stupid as to show himself? He had planned to follow them her to the rebel's camp but the sight of her in another man's arms had made him lose control. 

He had known that she planned to escape to the rebels with the information she had gathered, but in the last week he had started to believe that he meant something to her and that she wanted to stay with him. More the fool he was, he thought ironically.                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Well, if he ever got out of this scrape he would never let himself be steered by a woman's touch again. He groaned aloud as the whole situation got clear to him, making him appear the most helpless of fools for trusting such a woman and giving her all he could give.

"Ah, he's awake, at last," he heard a male voice from above him. Morgan opened one of his eyes and noticed a large man standing above him. He recognised him as the man that had knocked him unconscious. The same man that had been hugging Eva. 

He blinked his eyes as he tried to recall where he was.

"Eva, your plaything will finally allure us with his presence," the man stated before making a grunt, indicating that someone had poked him in the ribs.

"Behave yourself," he heard Eva order the man that had spoken. Apparently, they knew each other well, Morgan thought and wondered who the man was. Her lover probably. 

"Welcome, Captain," the large man announced arrogantly. "So glad you could join us." Morgan heard laughter coming from around them, but he couldn't make out any faces. He shook his head as to clear his head again. Then he felt the bonds that held his arms behind his back. They had tied him up.

"Thanks, but your service standard is somewhat lacking," Morgan said grumpily.

"You're complaining? Well, fortunately we freedom fighters aren't as spoiled as some of our enemies."

Morgan looked up at Eva, standing beside the large man. "I see you have your mistresses around as well. Must be a great improvement to lying on the ground."

"Why you ignorant scumbag…," the man snarled at him and came closer, his face and body stance indicating he wanted to kill Morgan the worst way he could think of. Eva jumped forward and grabbed his arm. He stopped immediately.

"Don't let him provoke you, Jack. He's doing it on purpose."

"Jack? As in Jack Kelley?"

"That's me, yes," the large man replied. Morgan realised he had the same colours as Eva, and wondered why he hadn't noticed the similarity before. Her brother. Good, Morgan thought before he could arrest himself. It shouldn't mean anything that he wasn't her lover. She had still betrayed him and he needed to remember that before he did anything more stupid than he already had. 

He carefully raised himself up on his feet again, noticing that he and Jack Kelley was of the same height. He felt better now that he didn't have to raise his eyes so much to see the other man. 

"So now you're sending women to do a man's job is that it? Too chicken to do it yourself?" Morgan prodded on.

Jack's face turned red but he stood still, only held back by Eva and some of his men.

"I wanted to do my share," Eva interrupted. "Besides, you never anticipated a woman could be a spy. It took years before I was exposed. We took you by surprise there and learned a lot about your weaknesses." 

"Especially some of our weaknesses," Morgan agreed. "Whose idea was it to use seduction to achieve the information?"

"It was my idea," Jack reluctantly admitted. "I thought it would be the easiest, but I've regretted it ever since," he looked at his sister with remorse.

"Why me? Why target me?" Morgan suddenly blurted out before he could stop himself. He didn't want them to see the pain that was lodged inside of him. He looked the fool already and there was no way he would give them another hold on him. 

"I picked you," Eva admitted.

"Why?"

Eva looked him right in the eye, and answered. "Because as the highest ranking officer you would have access to the most information. Besides, already at our first meeting I sensed you would be more susceptible to seduction than the rest of your crew." 

Morgan felt as if his heart hardened and hatred erupted inside of him as his suspicions were finally confirmed. She had used him. Used him from the start. He had known she had sought information, but he had honestly believed that their last few weeks together had meant something to her. Obviously it didn't. 

"So what do you intend to do with me?" Morgan snarled at Jack, not wanting to look at Eva any longer.

"I prefer killing you," Jack said matter-of-factly. "But as my dear sister points out you're much more worth as a hostage and bartering tool so I'll guess you'll live."

"Fair enough, since I intend to kill you at first opportunity."

Jack just laughed. "Don't tempt me. By the way, how did you find us?"

"I followed her," Morgan smirked.

"But she drugged you."

"She thought she did. I poured out the wine when she wasn't paying attention. I suspected she would try something like that."

"Clever," Jack admitted. "But then you let yourself get caught and giving us the perfect opportunity to gain even more information than what Eva could unearth. Good."

"I'm not telling you a single thing," Morgan glared at Jack.

"No? Ever heard about torture? Or sexual torture? I'd be happy to repay the hospitality you gave my sister, only this time it won't be pleasant," Jack threatened as he pushed Morgan back to the ground and ordered his men to tie him to the nearest tree.

***

As the darkness fell over the camp, Morgan suddenly felt someone cutting away the bonds that held his hands. He tried to turn around to see who had freed him. 

"Sit still, you fool," Connor hissed behind him. Morgan could barely hide his joy. It wouldn't do to let the rebels know the rescue was here. He noticed a few of Connor's men taking position behind Jack Kelley - preparing to take him down. Morgan couldn't wait for that to happen. This time they would catch all the rebels and finally put an end to their troubles. He glanced carefully to his side and noticed some of his own men taking position around the rebel camp.

"Ready when you are," Connor whispered.

Morgan answered with a slight nod, waiting for the perfect moment. Suddenly, Eva came toward him with a bowl of food. This was it, he thought.

***

"Hey, Kelley," Morgan shouted.

Both brother and sister turned toward him. Eva wondered about the strange look in his eyes. As if he planned to do something stupid like insult her brother and make him hurt him. She prepared to face down her brother one more time in order to protect Morgan.

"Did she ever tell you about the DMO sensor I bought for my ship?" Morgan stared over at her brother, arrogance floating from him even though he sat bound on the ground.

"What about them?" Jack sounded disinterested. "The last thing I heard was that you hadn't been able to install them properly. Did you forget to read the manual, Captain?" he joked and all his men laughed heartily at the insult.

"Your sister is a lousy spy then," Morgan said silkily.

"What do you mean?" Jack held up a hand and immediately the laughter stilled around them.

Morgan carefully rose. The bonds that had held him hang loose around his hands before falling to the ground. 

"The sensors are working just fine," he said in the same silky voice, before shouting aloud. "Arrest them all!"

Immediately panic erupted as soldiers emerged from behind every bush and attacked the rebels. Some of the rebels answered by locating their weapons and meeting the attacks, while others ran for the forest and freedom. Eva was standing completely still and trying to grasp what was happening.

"Run, Eva!" Jack yelled at her before he knocked down an opponent and crashing himself into another one, his knife held high.

Eva finally located her wits and tried to escape, but at the same time a hand curled around her waist, holding her tightly as another clasped around her throat. She gasped as the grip tightened around her throat, making it more difficult to breath and impossible to move. She tried to loosen the grip but her assailant was far stronger than she was.

"Jack," the man that held her shouted. To her shock, she immediately recognised it as Morgan's voice. "If you value your sister's life you will surrender right now."

"Never," Jack answered and continued fighting the soldiers coming at him. 

Morgan tightened his grip around her throat, making her moan at the sudden pain. She couldn't believe Morgan would be capable of something like this.

At the same time, Jack turned toward them, his look so dark he could almost kill with it.

"You wouldn't."

"I would," Morgan said coldly, holding his hand a little higher, baring Eva's throat to her brother.

"She's your mate, man," Jack said surprised.

"So? I can always get another one, can't I?" Morgan's voice was so cold Eva shivered in response. Tears gathered in her eyes as she wondered if it was the pain in her throat or the one in her heart that was the worst. Jack stared at her as her tears glided down her cheek and wetted the hard hand that held her throat. Morgan didn't budge at all.

"Run, Jack," Eva managed to gasp. She didn't care what Morgan would do to her. He could kill her for all she cared, as long as her brother was safe. Judging by the pain in her chest, it felt as if he had already killed her. How could the man she loved be willing to kill her? She let her body relax, closed her eyes and waited for the snap that would surely break her neck.

"Eva, no," she heard her brother exclaim and as she opened her eyes again, he had thrown away his weapons and was laying sprawled on the ground, with several soldiers securing his wrists.

At the same time, the hard grip around her throat loosened and Morgan pushed her away from him. Her knees gave away and she sat down in the grass, no strength left in her to move.

"Bind her," she heard Morgan order behind her.

***

"Excellent. It all worked according to your plan, Morgan," Connor said happily and clapped his hand on Morgan's shoulder. They were returning to the palace with their prisoners safely stored in the cells onboard Morgan's ship.




Surrender Ch. 11



"Thanks to the sensors," Morgan said glumly. Not feeling the need to celebrate.

"Scary little things," Connor admitted. "I've never going to sneak behind the bushes with Teri now that I know about them."

Morgan laughed at his friend's light tone. He knew he was doing it on purpose to lighten his mood.

"And here I always thought that a governor should set the scene for the rest of the people?" Morgan asked innocently.

"It's a good scene: Make love, not war, remember?"

Morgan knew what was coming and tried to escape before his friend managed to ask. Connor grasped his arm to keep him there. 

"What are you doing to do about your mate?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"She's not my mate anymore. I renounce her," Morgan replied in a hard voice.

"You…what…? But you can't," Connor blurted out.

"Yes, I can. Why don't you do me a favour and prepare the necessary papers so I can sign them."

"But… Won't you at least think about it?" Connor blurted out a little higher now. A few of the men closest to them turned to see what all the fuss was about.

"Trust me, I have," Morgan said so low only his friend could hear him.

"You will regret it," Connor said more quietly than the shout he had just uttered.

"I doubt it."

Connor's only reply was to gape at him.

***

"But there has to be something we can do?" Connor exclaimed loudly to Master Kane. They were sitting in Connor's office and discussing the resent events, and particularly Morgan's wish to renounce his mate. "He simply can't go on like this. He can't."

"So, you haven't been able to persuade him to change his resolve then?" Master Kane asked calmly, acting as if they weren't discussing anything more serious than the last planetary forecast.

"No, he's been quite stubborn about it. Only sits and drinks while staring into the air. I get depressed just by looking at him."

"Broken heart, then."

"What?"

"The young man is probably suffering from a broken heart by the sound of it. Nothing serious."

"No?"

"He reminds me of you, in fact," Master Kane continued.

"Is that so?" Connor said icily. "Well, I never decided to renounce my own mate."

"No, you just sent her away." He lifted his hand as Connor opened his mouth. "It's just the same. A broken heart, as I said."

"Right," Connor said grumpily. He hated it when the older man could see right through him. He shook the feeling away. However, this was not the time for him to nurse his own feelings. Morgan was much more important now. "So what do we do? What can we do?"


"First of all, we'll forget about those renunciation papers. They won't be needed." 

"Okay, I've forgotten them. I can always tell Morgan it's taking time to arrange the paperwork."

"You do that," Master Kane agreed. "Secondly, I think it's time to start negotiations with the rebels."

"Negotiations? What for? We have the whole lot in our prison. They won't bother us anymore."

"Yes, they will. They represent the people and know what the people are unhappy about. Things that your advisors will try to hide from you."

"What? But we have started reforms already. I thought we were going in the right direction?"

"I agree. You've made some very wise decisions since you took over from the former governor. But the rebels have increased in numbers lately, and who knows if there aren't others out there ready to take over even though we have jailed their leader."

"Ah, so we'll ask them to join us instead of work against us? Sounds like you're more of a politician than I am," Connor agreed.

"The governor needs to be more of a politician than a military."

"I'll bear that in mind," Connor smiled. "This Jack Kelley seems to be a smart man. I just hope he's as smart as we think he is."

"I'm sure he will be," Master Kane replied. "If he wants to find a useful solution for his sister, he will be."



Surrender Ch. 12



A few days later the world seemed to have tipped upside down, Morgan thought. Jack Kelley and some of his most trusted men had been released and had now long meetings with Connor, Master Kane and some of the council members. Rumours had it that the rebels dictated several reforms that would be put into action soon, and more rebels were released on a daily basis. The streets were full of happy people, laughing and celebrating the recent turn of events. 

Even the bar that Morgan usually frequented was now filled with former rebels and soldiers celebrating together. The noise had forced Morgan to seek the quietude of his rooms at the palace. The only problem was that the rooms reminded him too much of Eva but he vowed that another bottle of liquor would take care of that.

Suddenly, someone banged loudly on his door.

"Go away!" Morgan shouted before returning to emptying his bottle. He heard a key being inserted in the keyhole and the door was pushed open.

"Ah, here you are, Morgan. Hiding, as usual?"

"Go away, Connor," Morgan snarled without turning toward his friend.

"Sure, but first we have a present for you." 

Morgan turned around slowly, making sure his head wasn't spinning.

"What present?" At the same moment he recognised Jack Kelley coming through the door, carrying a bundle was over his shoulder. A bundle that was screaming and kicking at the same time.

"I'm going to kill you for this, Jack. Put me down!" Eva shouted loudly.

"Very soon, I will," Jack replied smilingly, before dumping her on Morgan's bed. Then he turned to Morgan and his smile disappeared immediately. "Treat her well, Taylor, or you will answer to me," he threatened.

"I thought I had renounced her?" Morgan said blurrily as he pointed to the woman on his bed.

"The petition was rejected," Connor intervened.

"On what grounds?"

"I can't remember," Connor said smilingly. "Can you, Kelley?"

"I believe Master Kane said 'lack of grounds', Governor," Jack Kelley smiled broadly.

"For god's sake, Jack," Eva shouted at her brother. "You can't leave me here with him. He tried to kill me, remember?"

"But he didn't," Connor replied smilingly. "Maybe you should ask him why he let you go without a scratch, sis?"

"What's going on here?" Morgan interrupted, feeling more sober than he had in days.

"We've reached a peace agreement. We suggest you two do the same," Connor smiled before both he and his new friend walked out the door and locked it behind them. Morgan could hear them barring the door from the outside locking him firmly inside with the woman he had never wanted to meet again.

Eva ran up to the door and started pounding her hands into it. "Damn it, Jack. How can you do this to me? Let me out of here!" 

Morgan moaned as her screaming felt as if it was puncturing his brain.

"Not before you make some other types of screams, sis," Jack teased from the other side of the door. "But we can always find you both a vacant cell if the surroundings don't appeal to your sexual urges." 

They heard several men laugh at Jack's statement, before the sound gradually faded as the men walked away from the door.

"I can't believe I share the same parents with that lackwit," Eva cursed as she walked around the room in search for a way out, or probably a weapon that she could kill him with. 

Morgan almost laughed as he remembered how Connor had searched his room the day before and removed any weapons in sight. He would remember to thank him later on -- unless Eva decided to snap his head off with that tongue of hers.

"The least you could do is giving me a hand," Eva said angrily as she gave his bottle a telltale look.

"Help with what?" Morgan drawled as he leaned back in his chair, enjoying the look of her body in that tight skin suit of hers. Thanks to Connor and Jack Kelley he couldn't get rid of her anytime soon, he might as well enjoy the view, he thought. As long as he didn't get caught in her web again. But this time he knew what she was like.

"Help with getting out of here, of course."

"Speak for yourself. These are my rooms remember? You're the intruder."

"So you're not going to help me, is that it?"

"Nope," Morgan grabbed his bottle and drank a large sip as he tried his best to ignore the irate woman before him. 

"You mean you will only sit there and drink your brains out?"

"That was my idea, yes. And if you'll stop jabbering I might do so in peace and quietude as I planned."

"Ha, so you're sulking then?"

"No, I'm not. I just have some spare time on my hand now that there are no more rebels to catch."

"In other words 'sulking'."

"Call it whatever you like as long as you leave me alone."

"No, I won't leave you alone. I think it's about time that you explained a few things to me."

"Like what?"

"Like why you tried to kill me and didn't?"

"Why don't you tell me why you betrayed me?" Morgan snarled at her.

"I have an obligation to my people." 

"They are rebels."

"So what? They are still my people and if I could give them information that would prevent them from being killed, I would have done anything in my power."

"Even betraying your own mate?"

"Yes, I would. I have lived with them all my life. How was I supposed to know I had a mate in the enemy camp?"

"I don't understand you," Morgan stated as he ran his fingers through his hair. "How can you accept a mission that demands that you prostitute yourself to a man you've never met in order to gain information?"

"Don't you judge me, Morgan," Eva answered icily as she wrapped her arms around herself and turned from him.

"What if the Captain had been someone you've loathed? Someone old or ugly, or even brutal. Would you still have seduced him?" Morgan prodded on, needing to know her inner thoughts and worrying what he might learn. 

"How can you ask me such a question? Do you really think I'm that ruthless?" she turned toward him. "I would have tried for one of the senior officers instead."

"You would voluntarily sell your body to the highest bidder, is that it?"

"You know as well as I do that I could have gotten the information by some small flirtation. I didn't have to fuck you. That was my choice whether you believe it or not, Morgan."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Morgan growled. "To know that you fucked me because you wanted my body?"

"And what about your part in this, Morgan? Is it really tolerated that senior officers are fucking their navigators or is that only allowed when it's the Captain doing the fucking?" Morgan felt a slight blush emerge in his cheeks at her words. "Just admit that you enjoyed me just as I enjoyed you."

"All right, I did enjoy you," he finally admitted. "And then you tried to drug me and ran away."

"I can't say that was a success since you were tailing my every step. By the way, you never did tell me how you manage to evade the drugged wine."

"Ha, that was easy. I knew you were planning your escape and anticipated that you would try to drug me since I was the only one that could stop you."

"But I watched you all the time, and you saw you drink it."

"It was only pretence. I poured out the wine when you weren't watching."

"So you followed me all the way from the palace?"

"As close as I could, yes. I even thought you heard me once when you called out for Jack."

"Damn it. That was you? You really scared me out there. But why didn't you simply stop me as soon as I left the palace?"

"We wanted the rebels as well and we hoped you would lead us to their camp."

"We?"

"You didn't think I was alone out there, did you? I was tailing you and my men were tailing me. Unfortunately they lost me in the darkness, but that didn't stop them from following my trail once it was light enough."

"So that's why they attacked us in the afternoon. There were no DMO sensors involved at all?"

"Nope, that was just to make Jack and the rest of the rebels believe it was fruitless trying to escape. My men had surrounded the camp and just waited for my signal to attack."

"You were going to slaughter us all, weren't you?"

"No, I'd given orders that no one should be killed or seriously injured in the attack. Especially since there were women and children present in your camp."

"But you tried to kill me."

"When?"

"When your men attacked the camp and you tried to break my neck."

"Oh that. That was the only way to get Jack to surrender before any lives were lost."

"You mean you didn't intend to kill me?"

"Of course I didn't. If you believe that you don't know me very well," Morgan said irritatingly.

"How so?"

"Uhm, never mind," Morgan admitted as he looked at the bottle he was holding. The liquor was making him say more than he wanted. Maybe he ought to stop drinking until she was out of hearing distance.

Minutes passed as they seemed both to be lost in thoughts of the recent events. Finally, Eva seemed to be tired of the quietness and sent a longing glance at the door.

"How about if we moan loudly and scream once in a while? That should fool them, don't you think?" Eva asked wonderingly.

"Forget it. Most likely they would consider you crazy as hell."

"You're not going to cooperate then, are you?"

"In making grunts and moans hoping they'll let open the door? No way. You're on your own there." Morgan smiled. "Besides, it will take a lot more than a few moans to convince the guards on the other side of that door."

"You think so? Okay, that only leaves one alternative."

"What alternative?"

"I'll have to wait for you to go asleep and then I can start fucking you."

Morgan just gaped at her suggestion. He tried to ignore the sudden heat that flowed through his body and ended up in his groin, sending him signals about what a splendid idea that would be and preparing for a realisation of her idea. His cock hardened in response.

"Are you crazy?" he asked instead. "Some might even consider that to be rape."

"Oh, come on, Morgan. Don't be such a sissy now."

He just grunted in response as he took a large sip of his liquor. She would fuck him in his sleep? The woman was crazy if she thought he would come anywhere near her again. No, it was better to stay clear of both her and the temptation that she provided.

"Are you scared, then?"

"No, I'm not."

"Poor Morgan. Now you won't even dare to fall asleep as long as I'm here." 

"I'm not scared, I said," Morgan practically shouted at her.

"Prove it then."

"Huh?"

"Prove that you're not scared and remember what you promised when you mated me."

"What are you talking about?" Morgan's befuddled brain couldn't be working very well, he thought. Or was she actually demanding that he fucked her?

"Have you already forgotten that you promised to mate me well and often? Well, since you haven't touched me in quite a while I have some complaints about your abilities as a mate."

"Now look here, woman," Morgan snarled at her as he quickly rose from his chair and walked toward her with a menacing frown on his face. Eva looked as if she wanted to bolt but still she stood her stance.

"Instead you tried to renounce me? How could you, you bastard?"

"Ha, it's not as if you're innocent in all this," Morgan said angrily. "You used me."

"As you used me, remember? Just grow up and deal with it," Eva snarled at him.

"Oh, I'll deal with it all right," Morgan stated before grabbing her to him. She opened her mouth to protest, but he slammed his lips over hers and gave her a hard punishing kiss, trying to tempt her anger to evolve into something else.

***

Eva could have screamed with joy as Morgan finally showed some reaction to her prodding instead of simply sitting in his chair as composed and calm as ever. But what a reaction, she thought as she answered his kisses and felt his hands held her tightly. This was not the reaction of a man that didn't care, she smiled. 

She only hoped it was the right kind of caring and that he would not be satisfied with just her body. She wanted the whole thing and a mate that would love her forever, and with the latest stroke of luck it was finally a possibility that she dared dream about. They were no longer enemies, but could they become more than lovers? 

There was only one way to find out, she thought as she roamed her hands over Morgan's body, trying to feel his hardened body close to her own and take in every detail of him. Grinding her hips against him, she could feel his hardened cock gradually increasing as he pressed against her stomach. In elation she moved her right hand down his front and cupped his erection, following the outline of his hard flesh as she welcomed his answering hiss. He lifted his mouth from hers and gave up a loud moan as she continued stroking his hard cock.

"Damn, that feels so good," he murmured in that deep and sexy voice of his. 

She felt an answering tug in her lower regions and felt her panties moisten. She loved his voice and the way his eyes glazed over in pleasure as she continued to rub his most precious body part. How good it felt to be able to pleasure him with just the touch of her hand. To see happiness streaming from his face as he let all problems fade into the background. 

She lifted her head and started kissing his throat and chest as she squeezed his cock head a little harder. Immediately he leaned down and took her lips in another hard kiss, before roaming his tongue over the insides of her lips. She willingly opened up for him and felt the rush of heat pouring to her pussy as he pushed his tongue inside of her mouth as he held her tightly. 

Roaming his hands over her back, he settled them underneath her buttocks and lifted her up, rubbing his cock against her clit in a telltale manner. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly as she spread her legs wider, wrapping them around his waist and forcing his cock to rub harder against her clit. She moaned loudly as the movement was heating her body and making her long to get rid of the clothes and feeling his naked body against her own.

"I need to feel you, Morgan," she heard herself gasp.

"Yes," he groaned. "Yes, my darling." He turned them toward the bed and let her fall into it before following close behind. Not able to wait any longer, Eva started ripping away her own clothes, only concentrating on the urge to feel him against her naked skin, to share his warmth as he invaded her warm core. Morgan was just as impatient as he tore off the fabric covering her breasts before leaning over and kissing her left nipple. Sucking her slightly she felt every nerve-ending in her body respond to his touch and she arched her body closer to his.

"Oh god, Morgan. That is so good." As she spoke, he moved over to her other breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She folded her hands behind his head and held him to her. Finally, he released her and she breathed deeply as he shredded his own clothes in a couple of frantic movements, displaying the impatience he obviously felt in having her. She chuckled as she felt the same desperation in her own body and as he returned to the bed, she spread her legs widely and reached up her hands to him.

"Come, my lover," she murmured to him. He sent her a heated look but stood still before her, roaming his hungry eyes all over her body, from her head to her toes. The suddenly a glimpse of insecurity was pronounced on his face and she wondered what he was thinking.

"Are you sure, Eva?" he softly murmured to her. She smiled at him and she longed to wipe the insecurity from his face and get back the self-confident man she had met before. Maybe her betrayal had hurt him after all, although he had never revealed it to her. At least not as clearly as he did now.

"I'm very sure, Morgan. Please come inside of me," she begged him. She managed to roam her sultry eyes over his body and staring at the sheer size of his cock, before he came toward her and lay down between her legs. He moved over her and kissed her hard on the mouth, making her blush as the heat emerged through her body and she felt as she was starving for him to touch her more.

"Last chance, darling," he murmured as he kissed her cheek and moved down to her neck and shoulders, kissing his way over her heated skin.

"What?" she wondered dazedly as she roamed her hands over every portion of him that she could get her hands on, trying to discern what was taking him so long.

"Will you stay with me?" he suddenly asked.

"What are you talking about, Morgan?" Eva wondered as her brain was finally starting to function again. 

She wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to drag him closer to her, but he wouldn't budge. Instead, his face had a serious expression that boded ill for a quick fucking. Damn, he wanted to talk! Eva felt like screaming at him. Why couldn't he be like other men and just think with his cock? Especially when she was spread open and only waiting to have his hard shaft inside of her warm pussy. Waiting for him to douse the flames that were inside of her and the naked need that insisted that she did something to quench her thirst.

He held his hands on each sides of her head and held her gaze in his, looking at her with a tender expression that made her freeze inside. What now, she wondered.

"Will you stay with me, Eva?" he repeated. She felt instant panic erupt inside of her at the thought of her baring her feelings to him -- not knowing what he felt for her or if he simply tried to gain the upper hand in their relationship. Still, frightened by the thought of spending any more time separated from him now that she finally had a chance to come clean, she braced herself for declaring what she really felt. Should she dare it? She searched his expression for answers but her silence had made him harden his face and he looked tense as if he regretted his question. She plunged into it, before she managed to think any more.

"Yes, I'm staying with you." Suddenly his expression changed from tense to elation before he managed to control himself again. But she had seen the naked want portraying in his eyes and she felt more confident all of a sudden.

"Forever?" he said in such a casual tone that she knew the answer was important to him.

"What is this? Have you started your sexual interrogation again, Morgan?" she couldn't resist teasing him.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come on. You're on the 'no answer, no cock' game again and it's really annoying," she teased him. "But I'm so desperate I'll answer your every question as long as you give me an inch for every answer."

"What?" he stared at her as if he couldn't believe what she was saying. She gave him a sultry smile, before moving her hand down his body and closing it around his cock, giving him a slight squeeze as if to explain her point. Morgan took a harsh breath while he looked spellbound. She directed his cock toward her sex lips, arching her hips in order to take him inside. 

"All right, one inch for every question," Morgan growled as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her cunt. "Now, answer my question."

Eva tried to concentrate as she felt his hard cock head inside of her. It felt so good to have him inside of her that she wanted to take the rest of him straight away. She tried to force him further inside but he held back, smiling at her obvious desperation. 

"Just answer me, darling, and you'll get what you want," he teased, and she grinded her teeth in frustration of suggesting such a stupid thing.

"Yes, I'll stay with you forever," she groaned out and let out a moan as he pushed another inch inside of her.

"Why?" 

"Because I like you." 

"Not good enough," Morgan held himself above her while teasingly lowering himself before retreating again.

"I enjoy your body," she groaned out and was rewarded another inch. 




Surrender Ch. 12



"Tell me more," he prodded. "Would you have taken any Captain to your bed?"

"No, Morgan. Only you," she smiled at him as he sank further inside of her.

"Good," he groaned as he breathed hard a couple of times. His face tense from withholding his body from plunging deep inside of her. Eva teased him by roaming her ankles over his buttocks and pushing him closer to her, but still he held back while his body shook slightly from the strain. 

"Why did you pick me?" he groaned out after a short break.

"I wanted you. I just couldn't stay away," Eva said truthfully as she tightened her inner muscles and heard his groan. He pushed another inch inside of her and she welcomed the feeling of fullness and of having him this close to her.

"Why? For god's sake tell me why?" he choked out as she felt his body shake with need.

Resolving to let all her inhibitions drop, she took a deep breath before exposing herself completely. 

"I love you, Morgan," she murmured to him.

"What? What did you say?" he stared down into her face. A look of pure shock evident in his expression.

"I love you," Eva said and closed her eyes to what his reaction would be. She feared she would see him gloat over finally having conquered her, but still it felt as a relief to have finally said it aloud. At the same time, he plunged all the way inside of her and kissed her hard on the mouth as he continued to withdraw and then plunge inside of her again. His movements were almost desperate as if he wanted to mark her with his flesh. 

Finally, he released her mouth and fucked her harder and faster. She could barely hold on to him as she tried to concentrate on the pleasure that was pouring through her body. She tightened around his cock and held on as he plunged deep inside of her cunt and staying. Holding her tightly as she felt as if every part of her cunt was filled with his hard flesh. He moved a hand underneath her buttocks and lifted her up, making it possible for him to come even deeper inside of her.

"Look at me," he groaned out to her. She opened her eyes to his intense eyes. "You're mine," he growled loudly. "Say it," he ordered.

"I'm yours," she answered truthfully as he withdrew slightly and then plunged hard inside of her. She felt her body preparing for her climax and she spread her legs even wider as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

"Come for me, darling," Morgan prodded as he gave her a few shallow plunges, before sinking all the way inside of her in one fluid motion, making her inner walls tighten so hard around him that she was thrown over the cliff and screamed out in pleasure. He continued fucking her deeply and she held on to him as her entire body convulsed in a series of strong contractions. She tightened her inner walls around his cock and soon she heard him breath harder and increasing the tempo. 

As he plunged inside of her one last time, he screamed out his joy as he came inside of her warm body. She held him in her arms as she listened to his deep breaths and felt him shake by the powerful release. She felt like dozing off while her body was wrapped in his arms. Finally, he managed to lift himself off her body and he sank down beside her, holding her tightly to him as he kissed her hair. 

"I love you, Eva," he said hoarsely. "I love you so much I can't bear to lose you again."

"You're not going to lose me," she smiled at him, relieved that he felt the same as she did and looking into his eyes, she saw the truth in his words.

"I'll tie to you to my bed before I let you get away again," he threatened her.

"Be careful or you might find yourself tied to my bed instead," she teased him. "And I've no intention of letting you off the hook this time."

"Anytime, my love. Anytime," he winked at her as his hot gaze told her he remembered every detail and longed to repeat the experience. She leaned into him and kissed him softly.



Surrender Ch. 2



He walks over to a table against the wall, picks up several items and returns. He lifts your head and brings a cup of very cool water to your lips. You had not realized just how thirsty you were, you drink greedily. The water tastes so good. When you have emptied the cup he sits it aside. He then produces a large bowl of fruit. Drawing out an apple, a large, red delicious apple. He takes a small paring knife and begins to cut the apple into slices, he then peels each slice. He begins to cut each piece into smaller pieces and feeds you each one. It is so juicy, the sweetness of it runs over your tastebuds.

You are famished. After eating most of the apple he puts the apple aside and picks up a very large, ripe strawberry. Put dips it into a small bowl of melted chocolate and lifts to your mouth. You bite into the berry, oh my, how good it tastes. He takes the remainder and finishes it himself. You realize that you are no longer hungry but are willing to continue this intimate dinner as long as he wants. He then reaches in and retrieves a very large peach. It is very ripe. He slowly cuts an "X" across the bottom of the peach, you do not understand this. He then looks deep into your eyes, the mischief and lust that you see excites you. He takes the peach into his hand and holds it over your body. He begins to slowly squeeze the peach, the juices are considerable and begin to release out the bottom. The nectar begins to drips across your neck, cool yet very sticky. He moves his hand down over your body, the syrup dripping down your chest, over and around each nipple, and continues down your tummy to your pussy, he then runs it slowly down each legs to your knee and back up again, you feel your own juices beginning to add to the fruit nectar between your legs. You anticipate what he will do to clean up the nectar.

Your nipples are tight across your breasts as he lowers his mouth to your neck, slowly, deliberately, licking and sucking the sweet peach nectar from your skin. His mouth is so hot across your body, his tongue feels like a torch to your skin. As he sucks the syrup from your neck he moves down your chest again, your senses are alive throughout your body. your breath catches in your throat as you moan in ecstasy, he is driving you crazy as he begins to suck the nectar from your nipples, his tongue moving up and down, pressing hard against you, twisting the tips of your nipples under the pressure of his tongue. You love the feeling of his mouth on you, but your pussy is craving attention, you want him to touch you there, to kiss you there, to fuck you. He begins to kiss down your stomach, traveling closer and closer to your steaming box, he can smell your strong scent, the juices that are pouring out of your pussy, they mix with the syrupy nectar of the peach, you have never been so wet. He reaches the soft, fine hair atop your slit. He blows softly across the mound, it sends shivers up and down your spine, as you feel his hot breath across your nether lips, you shudder uncontrollably. He slowly lowers his mouth to your sex.

He makes his tongue wide and flat, beginning at the bottom of your slit, he begins to paint your pussy with long, tantalizingly slow strokes, up and down, feasting on the mixture of sweet juices. He places the tip of his finger at the entrance of your hole and begins to press inside, your pussy filling with his finger, then two. He begins to rub inside the top of your pussy, your favorite spot. His tongue finally makes it's way up to your aching clit, as it slowly, teasingly makes contact, the jolts of electricity run through your body, from clit to your hardened nipples, up and down your spine, your body almost leaps off the bed, you pull at your restraints, Your voice becomes unrecognizable, your moans and screams echo around the room.

Just as your sweet release begins to build he raises his head almost as if he is reading every thought and feeling in your body. He looks up into your eyes and sees your face and eyes pleading with him, silently begging him to finish you. He smiles but waits....."Please let me cum Sir, Please Sir...", you beg him, in a voice barely recognizable as your own. He smiles and lowers his mouth to your clit. He takes it into his mouth and begins to suck it hard as his tongue pelts it up and down harder and harder. His fingers thrust inside your pussy in time with his tongue. Your orgasm hits you so hard and so suddenly that it takes your breath away, your heart pounds in your chest, you scream sharply as your vision fades, your face, chest and arms are numb, and just as you crest the waves of passion, he places a finger at the entrance to your sensitive ass and slowly pushes inside in rhythm with the fingers inside your pussy. Your mind explodes as the waves continue to drive your over the edge, you hear screams in your ears and realize they are coming from you. Your pussy melts into tremendous amounts of juice and he is consuming it all. You cannot stand it anymore, your clit is so hypersensitive, you have cum so hard that you have almost lost all control, never in your life have you experienced anything like this, he will not release your clit, sucking softly, bringing you down, your breath is coming in gasps, you feel your heart leaping in your chest.

Very slowly he releases your clit from his mouth, you exhale deeply. throwing your head back, you collapse, totally spent. Your hair is matted in sweat, your body glistens. He raises his face to look you right in the eyes, he has control of your body, the ability to control all your feelings, and you are so thankful of the sweetness in his touch, the gentleness of his soft caresses. He leans forward and kisses you deeply on the mouth. You love the taste of yourself on his lips, you meet his tongue with each caress.

As he leans back, his eyes smiling at you, you realize how much in control he is, he has pleasured you as much as he wanted to, you had no control over anything he did, and as this new world opens up to you, you realize just how much you liked it, no, you admit to yourself for the very first time,...you LOVED it! As your breath slowly returns to normal, he softly rises. As you keep your eyes on him, he walks to the foot of your bed, he begins to release the binds at your feet. Once free, you do not move your legs, not until he releases your hands do you even consider it. His next statement startles and excites you, "Roll over." Oh God, what can he have planned??

You hesitate just a second, then turn over, face down. He replaces the binds, there is more play in the restraints now, you have more movement in your legs. He tells you to lift your ass into the air, you obey quickly. He places a large pillow under you, you find this position very vulnerable, and strangely exciting. As you lay there, your wetness is fully exposed, as is your most sensitive ass. You feel his hands begin to caress your back. He runs his hands down your back, down the soft slope of your waist, out over your hips. You quiver as he moves down your thighs, his hands are so warm, the roughness, yet firmness of his hands feel like a thousand tongues running up and down the inside of your thighs. He suddenly stops, removing his hands from your body. You moan before you have a chance to stop yourself.

He quietly asks you, "Why did you hesitate when I told you to rollover?" You had hoped that he hadn't noticed, but it really doesn't surprise you that he did. He notices everything, he always has, that was what attracted him to you. You have no answer for him. You remain silent. This was a mistake. SLAP! You stiffen as his hand lands hard on your upturned ass. You exhale loudly. "I asked you a question, and expect an answer!" Your ass burns as you stutter out an answer, "I don't know Sir." "That will cost you, count for me." Slap after slap comes across your ass, your cheeks are bright red with handprints. You are on fire. You also have a river of wetness running down your legs. You are so hot! After counting to ten for him, each number coming out in gasps immediately following his punishment, he stops. You have tears running down your face onto the pillow. You feel how hard your nipples are pressed against the sheets below you, you slowly rub them up and down. Your ass has never been so hot.

You then feel him stand beside you and you look up as he slowly takes his shirt off, his shoulders and chest is broad and has dark, fine hair across it, there is a trail of black hair that travels down his stomach, he begins to remove his pants. Your breathing has stopped as he slowly lowers his pants to free his manhood. His cock is very hard with a large purplish head, it makes your mouth water. The first of many shivers run down your body. Your clit quivers. Oh My God, he is beautiful, long legs and strong thighs, you have always liked this about him. He slowly moves up to your face, his cock inches from you. His hands reach into your hair and pull you to him. You open your mouth to receive him. He tastes so good, strong and clean. He begins to move his hips as he holds your head with his hands. You open your mouth and throat as much as he wants, it is very difficult because of the size of him, he is using your mouth for his pleasure, you run your tongue across the underside glands with each thrust, he begins to harden even more as you begin to suck hard on his cock. You love the feeling of his hands in your hair, guiding and pulling, you are totally at his control, you love it. He pulls your mouth off him with a loud popping sound.

Your lips are red and puffy from use and you feel as if you can feel every inch of him in your mouth still, the taste of his pre-cum still lingers across your tastebuds. He moves behind you on the bed. Oh God you cannot wait to feel him inside you. Your ass is high in the air with the pillow under your stomach, you feel him place his hand on the small of your back, God you want him so bad, he begins to rub his hard cock softly along your slit, your juices pour into him. He begins to rub your clit with his hot cock. Electricity jolts through your body, you moan loudly, the pleasure is intense. Your clit is growing big against him, with each stroke against it your legs quiver and quake. You toss your head back and look over your shoulder at him, deep in his eyes, he sees the lust building inside you. As your eyes maintain contact, he places the head of his manhood at the entrance of your dripping hole. With a look of total domination, he plunges his entire length deep inside you. "AHHHHH!" You exclaim as he begins to thrust in and out of your pulsating nest. You feel him rubbing your very sensitive spot deep inside your pussy, across the roof, just inside your pelvic bone. Oh My God it feels so good! You feel his hands on your hips as he pulls you back against him. He is thrusting as hard as he can, your ass slapping against him. He is using your pussy for pure pleasure, you love him for it, you love to feel him inside you, pounding you. You know he is feeling it, loving it, that he will make himself cum inside you. With each stroke he brings himself almost all the way out only to thrust the entire length back in.

You begin to feel something building deep inside you. He places his hands on the bed beside you and puts his weight on you, he is now driving you into the bed. You can feel every inch of him pushing inside you, the weight of him on you, holding you down, your face in the bed, your deep moans lost in the sheets, Oh God it's beginning, deep inside your pussy you feel in start, the pit of your stomach begins to quake, the sensation spreads across your loins, bright lights flash in your eyes. The intensity of your orgasm screams in your mind. Your body goes rigid, a long, deep growling scream emits from your mouth. He feels your climax beginning and pumps even faster until you feel him swell inside you. At the top of your climax you hear him scream out as he reaches it too, his cock thickens and begins to pulse as shot after shot of his cum empties into you, Oh God, you can feel each wave inside you, you love this feeling, a long groan releases from your lips as he collapses on your back, totally spent.

After several minutes you feel his breathing calm down and him begin to move inside you, it hardly seems as if he has lost any size, your pussy is so sensitive. He begins to slowly grind his hips into you, God it feels so good, your pussy wants more and more of him. Within minutes he is fully hard inside you again and slowly moving in and out, long, very slow thrusts. You feel him raise up off you and then very slowly pull out of you, you moan with disappointment. He stands and releases your binds. He tells you, "Stand up." You obey, your legs are very shaky from the recent uses and your arms are stiff. You lower your head but keep eye contact as directed. He is standing there naked, his shining cock at full glory, he looks so delicious. He goes over to an overstuffed chair by the fireplace and sits down. He calls you over and you follow him. "Kneel," he says and you immediately do in front of him.

He spreads his legs and looks into your eyes, you realize what is wanted and do not require the order, God you want to do this more than anything right now. You move over and place your head in his lap. "Do not use your hands," he says. You place your hands on the legs of the chair and position your mouth over the tip of his hard cock and softly kiss it. You begin to kiss your way up and down the sides of him, running your tongue along the length of him. He lets you play this way for a very short time, then he takes your head and places your mouth directly over him and puts the head of his cock inside your mouth. You love to feel his hands in your hair, he keeps them there but is no longer putting pressure to guide you, he has told you what he wants without speaking.

You begin to slide your mouth down him, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you feel fine, course hair starting to brush against the tip of your nose, he is deep inside your mouth now, you feel him inside your throat, God he tastes so good. you can tastes the sweet mixture of your juices on him. You begin to raise your head and just as your have only the tip inside your mouth, you slide back down with a slight suction on him he begins to moan. You love doing this for him, bringing him such intense pleasure, your own pussy is still dripping from the hard fucking he gave you earlier and fresh juices from your excitement are beginning to join them. You begin to increase the pace of your sucking, each time taking the entire length of him in and out of your mouth, your saliva begins to slide down the outside of his cock. You start to concentrate your tongue across the underside of the head and into the hole at the top of his cock. His moans increase as your ministrations continue. You feel him begin to grow larger inside your mouth, his climax impending, you increase your speed on his cock. He howls loudly as he begins to erupt inside your mouth, his hands holding tightly on your head as he pumps thrust after thrust into your throat. You swallow each pulse of cum as quickly as you can, the taste is heavenly, your senses alive with pleasure as he continues to spend inside you.

Your mouth never leaves his cock and he slowly begins to relax his legs which had grown so tight. You suck softly on his cock as is begins to soften inside your mouth, he begins to quiver as the sensitivity increases just after cumming. You know it drives him wild for you to suck him at this point and you will not disappoint him, not now, never again. When he cannot handle it anymore, he slowly raises your head off him. He is clean, not a spot of moisture remains on his cock. He smiles at you and you are beaming that you have pleased him so, he lays your head on his thigh and you wrap your arms around his leg as you both look into the fire, feeling it's warmth. His hand slowly caresses your hair, you both sigh contentedly. "I love you," you say softly, your eyes never leaving the fire. As he leans down and tenderly kisses your head, "I know."

To Be Continued...



Surrender Ch. 3



As the morning sun leaks through the curtains the next morning, you awake to a very familiar, yet unrecognizable aroma. You roll over on the bed, wrapped tight in a warm quilt, and prop yourself up on your elbows. You notice the binds still attached to the bed hanging loosely from each post. Across the room you see him standing there, his back to you. He is half dressed, wearing a pair of Levi's with no shirt and barefoot. You think back on the night before, you smile and a warm glow overcomes your body. Never in your life have you felt this way about another person. Until now, your life's work has been your two wonderful children, they are everything to you.

You remember how emotional you were the moment each were born. You let down at the birth of the first child and cried. People had seen you. You were angry with yourself afterwards, crying is for the weak. You felt just as happy the second time, but fought off the tears. You would not let anyone see you weak, you could be stronger than them always, or so you thought. Now that they are yours alone, you realize how lonely you have been your entire life. How without even knowing it, you have been searching, drifting really, lost without an anchor. Your life had no real course, nothing that made you look forward to the future. Was it just as much your fault as anyone else's? Had you built so many walls around you that it trapped you in as much as it held everyone out? You thank God that there was now a definite light at the end of the tunnel and you are watching that glorious light make breakfast without him even knowing you are awake.

You wrap the quilt tighter around your naked body as you throw your legs over the edge of the bed and walk silently up behind him. "Mmmmmm, what smells so wonderful?" He doesn't answer as he turns around and smiles. "Good morning sweetheart. Hungry?" "Famished," you reply. After a soft kiss, you cuddle against him as he dips another piece of thickly sliced, homemade bread into a batter before dropping it on a griddle. "French toast? I haven't had that in years. It was always my favorite when I was little." "I know, your mother told me. She also gave me her special recipe." Now you remember why the smell was so familiar, yet it had been so many years. "I thought she wouldn't give that up until her deathbed. How did you get it from her?" His reply was simply a smile.

You always knew that your mom really liked him, especially after the first time they met. They spent the entire time laughing and flirting, mostly at your expense but you were so glad they hit it off so well. It really made things so much easier when the hard times hit later, during the divorce. Your family understood about your situation. They too were worried about the one thing that mattered the most, the children. Knowing the way things were destined to workout really helped. The biggest obstacle in the entire plan was you, would you let the most wonderful thing ever in your life get away from you? Could you commit? Really commit to him? Love him unconditionally? Most of all, would you let him love you the same way? That has always been the problem. Yesterday's walk in the woods and last night had really opened the world up to you. A glimpse of the world you were missing. A world where you were completely open to your partner, vulnerable to everything, most of all...no walls. The pleasure of it all.

The breakfast was as wonderful, the best part was that it was served on just one plate with the two of you sharing. He cut the toast up and fed you both. You cannot remember eating so much and not feeling guilty. A lot better than that chocolate diet shake you normally had. You figured that with all the calories you burnt off last night and the thoughts of the day ahead, you would need the energy. The last thought brought a smile to your face. As you looked at him you realized he had been watching you, a look of fascination in his eyes. You could look into his eyes forever. After putting the freshly washed and rinsed dishes on the rack to dry, he turned to the counter you were sitting on and moved close to you. You open your legs to let him get closer, the quilt falling around you. He takes you in his arms and holds you close to him. Your head against the soft hairs on his chest, he smells so good. He pushes you back gently and takes your face gently into his hands. He kisses you softly. Your head spins in the pleasure of it all. It had never been this wonderful before, never. His quiet voice breaks the trance, "I love you very much and want you to marry me. I don't want you to answer me now, especially if the answer is 'no,' but wait until later. I will ask you again, answer me then, OK?" You can only nod as your eyes are locked in his. His hands slide down to your shoulder as he smiles and says, "Now get your shapely ass in the shower. We have errands to run today before we can come back here and play."

Errands?? Before we can play? Better not be paying the gas and cable bills was the first thought that shot through your head. The devilish smile that crossed his face ended any thoughts of that. Your body tingled with excitement as you hopped down off the counter and hurried off to the bathroom.

He never ceases to amaze you as you enter the bathroom and see all your beauty products awaiting you. Right down to the right shampoo and eyeliner. God, this guy pays way too much attention. You smile to yourself in the mirror, "Thanks God." As you take a hot shower, the water beats down on your skin, opening all your pores to its soothing warmth. You luxuriously soap your entire body and rinse it completely. You want to be as fresh and clean as possible for him. As you dry yourself with the oversized towel, memories of last night flash in your mind. You have a permanent smile. After drying your hair and putting on your make up you realize that you have no clothes. Almost on cue there is a soft knock at the door, it opens and he appears. His eyes scan your body before him and a huge smile appears as he hands you a stack of clothing, kisses you quickly and tells you to hurry. He then laughs as he turns and retreats back through the door. You can hear him laughing as he walks down the hallway. "Like asking a woman to hurry ever works," he chuckles. "Take your time sweetheart, you are always worth it!" You smile at his humor, but wish he were there so you could pop him with the towel.

The clothing he brought surprises you. A matching dark green bra and panty set, a pair of khaki pants, and a black shirt, all in the correct sizes of course. You have to admit, you look very nice in it. Actually, damn good! As you exit the bathroom you see him. Through the very large window near the bed, he is sitting on the porch. He is also wearing a pair of khaki pants. His polo shirt is hunter green and looks so good on him. He is leaning at the deck rail looking out over the lake. He has a distant look in his eyes as he looks at the water. You cannot help but wonder if he too has a secret place he goes during tough times. What a wonderful man. Will he let you inside?

A smile crosses your face as you realize that he already has, that was something he did a long time ago. You are thankful for the candid nature of this man. You know that he will be honest with you. You know that you can completely trust him. Although his past is less than perfect with relationships, he has never given you cause to question his honor and commitment to you. He has the passion for life that you enjoy yet he also has a quiet peace about him. He knows what he wants, and he has made it perfectly clear that it is you.

You also know he is a hopeless romantic, that part of him makes him do some wonderfully crazy things sometimes. Like the time he put your birthday announcement up on the billboard across from the mall. He even got the years right, much to your chagrin. You both ended the night laughing in each others arms as you sat in his car watching the words being replaced by an announcement of someone named Debbie having a 8lb 6oz baby boy. Then there was the time he showed up at your work with a huge Valentine card. Taped inside were two tickets to the Garth Brooks concert that night. Your boss was also in on the gift with the rest of the day off, he had set up the entire thing. He had your favorite pizza ready in his car for the 100 mile trek to the concert. During trip home, in the darkness of the interstate, you showed him your appreciation by fulfilling a fantasy he had. Thank God for cruise control. What kept you from seeing this man for all his glory before today?

"Penny for your thoughts," you say as you walk out on the deck, the door shutting silently behind you.

He blinks momentarily and smiles at you. "Just wondering about the future. I always do my best thinking sitting here, looking out at the lake. I have always felt close to water. Something about being near or on the water just seems right for me. I don't know why, just always has. I guess it is why I love it here."

"And what did you see in the future?" you ask.

A smile covers his face, a look of knowing enters his emerald eyes as he stands and says, "Lets go!"

To Be Continued...



Surrender Ch. 4



The drive into town is a beautiful bouquet of fall colors in the trees along the road. As you ride with the window down, the wind blowing through your hair, you can't remember the last time you took the time to notice nature's wondrous splendor and enjoyed yourself like this. You love to drive his car, the quick 5-speed that handles like a sports car. Of course you could concentrate better on the road if his hands where not driving you crazy. It seems you can never drive without his hands starting on your thigh and working their way up, caressing your face and neck, or just holding your hand up to his warm mouth for a kiss. You seem to lose your concentration during these periods as you manage just an occasional moan as he takes one of your fingers into his mouth and begins to suck on it.

You do prefer this kind of treatment over some of his past antics. Sometimes he just sits over there, turned towards you in the seat and slowly strokes himself through his pants. It is not uncommon for him not to be wearing underwear under his shorts in the summer and he will let you see his growing cock. Sometimes you're just about lose your mind. On this trip he is slowly caressing your thigh and gently pushing his hand between your legs to the exact point above your clit. You swear he has the perfect ability to find it through numerous layers of clothing. He really does know how to touch you. You respond by opening your mouth and sucking in air, swallowing loudly, and blinking your eyes quickly. You almost forget you are driving. You ask him not to do that right now, saying that the simple, windy road becomes a grand prix race when you cannot concentrate on it. He laughs as he removes his hand and holds yours firmly. You really do love his touch.

As you enter the town ahead you ask him where exactly you should go. He laughs and tells you to park in a small shopping plaza containing numerous clothing stores. You pull into a parking space and get out of the car. As you naturally place you arm in his, you enter a woman's boutique. You walk back into the dress section. You see several beautiful dresses displayed. The very pretty young saleswoman comes over and smiles broadly at him and he nods to her. "Room number 3," she says and disappears back to the front of the store. You look at him in wonder as you enter the fitting room, closing the door behind you. He remains outside, sitting in an overstuffed chair obviously designed for the man who has been brought along.

Inside the room you find numerous dresses and outfits, all of them are very pretty and VERY feminine. They appear to be in order so you begin to undress and put on the first dress. It is a very classic black dress, long with a low cut back. You will not be able to wear a bra with this one. It fits you very well, at least you think so, but all the mirrors in the room have been removed. A smile crosses your face, you understand now. It really doesn't matter what you think about the dress, this is all for him. Your nipples begin to harden at this, the excitement is felt at many parts of your body. You open the door and walk out towards him, smiling as you twirl around, the dress whirling around your legs, a true dancing dress.

"Very nice," he says as you stop and look into the full length mirrors before you. You see his eyes on yours in the reflection. You could not agree more with him, it looks incredible. You see him stand and walk up behind you. He takes his hand and runs his finger down the back of your neck to the base of your spine. The sensation only causes your chest to stick out even more. The affect on the front of the dress is alarming as your nipples press against the silky fabric. He smiles and holds you close to him, his arms curling around your waist. He looks lovingly into your eyes. "You really look beautiful," he whispers as he kisses your cheek and then swats your butt. You recoil from his spank and try to hit him back but he is expecting your move and you miss him badly, almost losing your balance. He laughs as he sits back down in the chair. You put a smug look on your face as you march back into the fitting room to change. Once inside you cannot help but smile at yourself. You are really enjoying this time together.

The next outfit is a very form fitting combination. The sleeveless shirt is a pullover and barely reaches the waist, the pants hug your hips tightly and flair slightly at the bottom. They are both a very deep green velvet. The feel of the fabric on your skin is intoxicating. You are glad that your panties are designed to remove all possible panty lines. It bothers you to think he planned that much ahead. You walk out to the mirrors forgetting that you were supposed to be mad at him. You smile as you see how nice your ass looks in these pants. You don't know if you like the outfit, you look at him to read his face. He asks you to stop biting the inside of your mouth, a nervous habit you have had forever. He looks over the outfit, his eyes lingering on your butt, you smile because you know how much he loves your butt. "Interesting," is all he says. You return to the room with a smile.

As you remove your clothes, you look at the next outfit and are a little shocked. It is a very sexy burgundy camisole and matching tap pants set. Made of 100% silk, the top slides softly into place, the bottom wears comfortably on your waist. The shear elegance of it causes a shudder down your back. Did it get cooler in here? He cannot want you to come out into the store wearing this did he? You feel the breeze on the cheeks of your ass as you walk out into the mirrored area. He cannot hold back the smile that appears on his face. He motions you to him and you walk over to him. "Delicious." He runs his hands up your legs, holding you by the hips. He raises an eyebrow when his hands slides under your tap pants and comes in contact with your panties, surely he didn't expect... He laughs as he reads your mind. "Not this time sweetheart, not yet.." he says as he takes you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and kisses you full on the mouth. It is all you can do to keep your legs together, keeping some semblance of being a lady. He helps you to your feet. You twirl once more and laugh as you head back to the room. You are really enjoying this.

The next, and last, outfit is hanging against the wall. If the last outfit shocked you, this one totally terrifies you. The problem you have is that you can still see the wall completely. It is a white lace corset and panty set with matching garter belt and stockings. The lace is very beautiful but almost completely sheer. As you begin to dress into the outfit there is a soft knock at the door. "Yes?" you answer. "Do you need some assistance with the last outfit?" The voice is the young saleswoman. You realize, much to your chagrin, that you may not be able to fasten the back of the corset yourself because it is laced with a drawstring, not with hook fasteners. You open the door wearing only the panties and garter belt with the corset loosely fitted across your chest. She steps into the room. "You look very nice," she says as you blush and feel the heat spreading across your face and down your neck. She stands behind and you stand still and allow her to touch your breasts through the fabric. She adjusts you in the top of the corset, your nipples hardening against her hands. A soft moan escapes as you blush even deeper. You feel her move closer behind you, her breasts against your back. Her voice becomes a soft whisper in your ear, it sends chills down your spine. She tells you how beautiful you look and how great the fabric feels against your body. You feel the dampness growing in your panties. She runs her hands around your bodice and begins to lace up the back of the corset. She finishes without having to pull hard against your body and your fill completely encased in the garment. It feels like a second skin but is not restricting. It also covers your part of your body you are least proud of and accentuates your feminine features. You are glad that she is no longer touching your breasts and your breathing starts to return to normal. "Do you need help with your stockings," she asks? You are not sure if there is a double meaning to the offer or maybe you are imagining the look she is giving you and your body. "No, but thank you for your help," you reply with an innocent smile. You swear you saw an flash of disappointment before she smiled and left the room.

You sit down on the bench and slowly slide the stockings up your legs, feeling the silkiness against your skin. There are few things that feel as feminine as wearing stockings. You never really wore them until you found out that he really loves them and finds them incredibly sexy. You feel the wetness between your legs as you press your thighs together, rubbing your legs up and down with your hands. You step into the shoes provided for this outfit, white 4 inch heels. You enjoy the extra height and the elegance it adds to your outfit. You are still anxious about leaving the room dressed as you are. You have no idea who could be in the store when you emerge.

You open the door slowly and let out a deep breath you had been holding as you walk out into the store. A quick darting look around the store reveals only him, you shudder with relief. He laughs at your expression but you can see that your appearance has caught his eye. He looks you up and down, you read the desire in his eyes. It is immense, but that is not all. You see the lump in the front of his khakis begin to grow. You almost trip as your knees weaken. Your insides twist as your body immediately responds to what you are seeing. Your nipples harden quickly and your feel the flush of heat run down your chest all the way to your clit. Your pussy moistens as your breath catches. "How does he do this to you?" you begin to wonder. No one, absolutely no one, has ever done this to you! But just the mere sight of him, the heady softness of his voice, or even the warmth of his touch sends your body in shivers. He stands and walks over to you as you face the mirrors. "You look absolutely fantastic!"

You smile at his compliments. His hands wrap around you from behind and you melt into him, feeling his warmth. You also feel his hardness against you. You involuntarily move back against it. He sighs and brings his hands up to cup your breasts. You close your eyes, forgetting where you are and are lost in his caress. You are shocked that his hands move to your hips and stop. "You made one mistake with the outfit, my love." You quickly turn to face him and look down your body, "What?" "Your panties always go on the outside of the garter belt. It allows you to remove them easier..... for lots of reasons." You blush at his meaning and smile, slightly embarrassed. That is something you would have never thought of but somewhere deep inside you are so glad that he did. He kneels in front of you and unsnaps your garters one by one and slides them under the thin strap of your panties. He then snaps them back onto the stockings. When he is complete, he looks up into your eyes and you nearly melt when he leans over and kisses your wetness softly through the panties. You know he can smell your scent and he smiles. You shudder as you feel fresh moisture appear on your nether lips. You quickly look around as he kisses you again. His tongue searching out against your panties, you quickly realize that you are still in a public store and anyone could walk in any minute. The excitement of this and the pleasure his talented tongue is bringing you causes you to lean back against a mirror. You see no customers in sight, but you can see the beautiful sales clerk in one of the mirrors. She does not know you can see her and she is touching herself as she watches you. You let out a deep, long moan when his tongue pushes aside your panties and enters your pussy. Your excitement is doubled by the fact you are being watched. Your whole body begins to quake as his tongue finds your enlarged clit and begins to suck it deeply into his mouth. His mouth continues it's attack on your sweet pussy as his hands move up to hold your ass cheeks tightly. He pulls them closer to his face, mashing your mound against him face. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly, this is so fast, you can hardly believe it. He begins to quickly lick your clit, harder and harder, just what you need to take you over the edge. His fingers pulling tight on your ass. The sensations from his tongue, his mouth, his hands, and the tremendous excitement you feel seeing the clerk's face as she shoves her hand down the front of her pants watching you sends you over the edge. You almost scream as your orgasm overcomes you, your head is thrown back as you try to escape from his mouth, your pussy on fire and it spasms over and over. Oh My God, you cannot get away from his sucking mouth. It takes you higher and higher. You cannot continue as you collapse against the mirror, his hands and face holding you up. He gently lowers you to a sitting position as your senses begin to return. He gently kisses your face and you taste your juices on his lips. He leans back and smiles broadly and says, "I think we will take this one. What do you think?" A smile is all the answer you have strength for.

By the time you return to the room and dress in your street clothes your heartbeat has calmed down and your breathing is almost normal. The hard part is facing the saleswoman. You are not sure who is embarrassed more as you stand there with him as he pays for items selected. You do wear a very large smile for the clerk when she manages to say with a straight face, "Please come again." "Absolutely!" is your only response. You manage to see the deep blush on the clerk as you turn and walk out of the store with your arm locked tight in his.

To Be Continued...



Surrender Ch. 5



The next stop on the trip is a very small boutique that you are not familiar with. As you come to a stop in front of the shop, he tells you to wait for him as he disappears inside. He emerges in about 5 minutes. He answers your look with a smile as you back out into the street. The final stop of the day is at the grocery store. "I thought you had everything?" you question. "Everything for me, but not everything for us." As you enter to automatic doors you realize how much you like doing these tasks with him. How natural it feels to be with him, he turns and looks deep into your eyes. As if he could read your mind, "It is fun, isn't it?" You just smile, a very big smile. You stock up on several items that almost make you blush as he picks them up, especially the way he held the peaches as he looked at you, running his tongue across his lips, you try to playfully hit him with the cart. Fresh bread from the bakery. Laughing as he picks up a bag of ice and mudslide mix, not exactly the chocolate shake you normally have. Although you do not drink very much, you both have spent numerous hours sitting with friends drinking over at the Redneck Lounge. Quite a place, a lot of freaks go there. Guess you both fit right in. "At least one of us does," he is very fond of saying. That remark will usually get him a poke in the ribs if he is close enough.

After loading the groceries into the car, he drives back to the house. You love to sit and watch him. Of course he knows you are watching and glances at you quite often. You love him, plain and simple. You arrive with the dusk, the sun setting earlier and earlier. After unloading the bags and packages, he asks you to prepare a salad while he starts the grill. He goes into the refrigerator and comes out with a bowl containing two delicious looking steaks he has had marinating all day. Shaking your head in awe, you begin to cut up the vegetables. After a fabulous meal, you feel totally stuffed. he makes a pitcher of mudslides, pours two tall glasses, and you go out on the deck. The first stars are beginning to come out yet there is not a chill in the air, Indian summer.

You sit together on the wide steps looking out over the lake. He takes a small drink and sets his glass down. He turns to you as you clasp the glass in both hands in front. You turn and meet his gaze. The evening twilight highlights his face, you can see the sparkle in his eyes as he takes the glass from your hand and sets it down. He takes both of your hands in his. "I have known many women in my life, I thought I loved a few. That is until I met you. You have turned my life upside-down. All that I thought was truth was wrong. Everything I thought I wanted for myself was indeed for someone else. You brought the truth into my life. You have captured my heart as no other ever could. You are the standard that all women in my life will forever be measured by. No one comes close. You hurt me very much when you pushed me away. I did understand your reasons and will always respect your feelings in all things. The one thing you could never understand is my feelings for you. I could not stop loving you even if you walked out of life here and now and I never saw you again. You will forever carry my heart in your hands. I have asked you several times before including this morning if you would be my wife. You know how much I love you. I can provide for you and promise I will never physically or mentally abuse you. You mean more to me than life itself, I would die for you."

He moves slowly in front of you, bracing himself on one knee. All your emotions spring forward as he quietly asks, "Will you marry me?" He looks into your eyes, you cannot hold back the tears as they fill your eyes and spill quietly down your cheeks. For the first time that you can ever remember, you are not afraid of some one seeing you cry, you are not ashamed of your feelings. Your voice is lost as you softly take his face in your hands and lean down and kiss him. As your softly rub your cheek against his, you answer him, almost a whisper, "Yes." He reaches into his pocket and removes a beautiful diamond ring. You are barely breathing as he slides the ring onto your finger and kisses your hand. You feel him take you into his arms and pull you tight against him. You feel as if he is holding you for the very first time. You never want him to let go, never give you up. Everything you have ever wanted is in your life now. All those walls have come crashing down as you have finally let someone in. What the future holds, no one really ever knows. There is something you now know. The love of this very good man makes it all worth the risk.

THE END