Surrender Under His Command

hearts laid bare

Thank you.”

“For what?” she asked.

“Trusting me, I know it can’t be easy.”

“You don’t know how hard it is. And my trust only goes so far,” she warned him.

He brushed her hair back off her face. “That’s as it should be. I wouldn’t want you trusting too easily. There are a lot of bad things in this world and you should always be on alert.”

There was a sad look in his eyes, as though he had first-hand experience.

That was something she could relate to.

“I know. People you think you know can turn out to be total strangers.”

Although it wasn’t cold, Damien pulled a blanket off the back of the sofa.

Lying on his back, he tugged her down next to him. Jessa lay on her side, her head nested on his chest as he tucked the blanket around them both.

“Who hurt you?” His voice was quiet, undemanding, his heartbeat steady against her ear. Jessa yawned, feeling warm and safe with him. It seemed crazy when just minutes ago she was ready to flee.

“My ex.”

Damien ran his hand up and down her back.

“He turned into someone I didn’t know, someone who seemed to hate me even as he said he loved me.”

“How did you meet him?”

“Through my parents, they set me up with him. They thought he was wonderful, of course. Everyone did, including me, in the beginning. I was taken in by his charm and his good looks. He was smart, rich, successful, well-liked and I thought I had found the man of my dreams.”

“When did you learn differently?”

“After about ten months. Oh, there were little signs before then, things I foolishly ignored. I was so excited when he first told me he was a Dom.”

She snorted. “I had all these silly fantasies about what being with a Dom would be like, that he would be protective and caring, that he would put my needs and wants ahead of his own. That I would be able to surrender myself and trust him to look after me.”

“What did he do instead?”

“He hurt me. What I saw as protectiveness turned into a blind, raging jealousy.”

“He hurt you?”

She shook her head. “I can’t.” Part of her longed to confide in him, to let go of some of the burden, but she wasn’t ready to trust him that much, to open herself up. “I can’t talk about this.” Her breath hitched and she bit her lip, holding in her sob.

“Shh.” He turned her head, kissing her softly on the lips. “It’s okay. I’m not going to push you.” She heard the silent, for now. But it didn’t matter.

She didn’t plan on this happening again. This was a one-time thing, no matter her feelings for him.

He ran his finger across her lip, along her jaw and down her neck, across her collarbone.

“Damien,” she said, her breath coming faster.

He pulled his hand away, resting it on her thigh. Last thing he wanted to do was push her, risk her running from him. “Shall we go to bed, beautiful?”

She nodded her gaze wide as she stared down at his thick erection. “Oh yes.”

Scooping her up into his arms, he carried her to his bed.

Damien was a take-charge guy. He could tone it down, but that facet of his personality would always shine through. He thrived on being in control, but he would tone that side of him down until he’d gained her trust. When she was more comfortable, he’d ease her into his dominance in the bedroom gradually, over time. Because there was no way things were ending after tonight.

Damien placed her on the bed, lying next to her on his side. Leaning in, he kissed her, taking her mouth fully, plunging his tongue inside. Jessa ran her fingernails softly over his chest, tweaking his n*****s as she rubbed against him.

Scooting further down, he pressed her breasts together so he could lick both of her n*****s at once. The hard nubs deepened in color as he played with them. He turned around, now on his knees, and placed his hands on the mattress between her thighs. Slowly, he pulled her legs apart, opening her p***y up. Her folds were slick, glistening, and he leaned in to taste her.

Flicking at her c**t, he drove two fingers deep into her passage, her juices easing his way. In and out. Tap and suck.

Damien stilled, nearly shouting out in surprise as her hand circled his d**k, pumping him. He shuddered, his balls tightening as she played with him.

“Jessa, I’m not going to last if you do that,” he warned.

“Neither am I, if you keep playing with me.”

“You don’t need any recovery time.”

“I want to come with you inside me, Damien. Please.”

Christ, like he could say no. Turning around again, he reached over to pull open the bedside table. Grabbing a condom, he quickly fitted it over himself.

Cupping her cheek, he looked into her eyes. “You’re sure?”

She cupped his cheek, mimicking him. “Damien, if you’re not inside me in the next thirty seconds, I may explode.”

Placing a scorching kiss on her lips, Damien maneuvered himself between her legs. Grabbing her under each knee, he pushed her legs against her chest. Jessa reached down to hold her legs up as he guided his c**k into her entrance.

“Oh dear Lord, this is what heaven feels like,” he groaned. “f**k, so tight and hot.”

He thrust fully inside her, both of them panting as though they had run a marathon. Jessa let her legs drop, her feet planting themselves on the mattress as she reached up and placed her hands around his neck.

Damien pulled out then quickly drove back inside her. He clenched his teeth, felt the sweat pooling on his body, mingling with her own as he moved in slow, steady thrusts.

Jessa drove her hips up against him and Damien was lost. Letting himself go, he picked up the pace. With one hand he reached down to flick her c**t.

“Soon, baby. Very soon. Get ready to come.”

He felt her ripple around him, knew she was there.

“Come now.” Two more thrusts and he came. He filled the condom in huge bursts, his body trembling with his release. Jessa cried out beneath him, pulsating around him, making him shudder in pleasure as she came.

Collapsing with exhaustion, he had the presence of mind to roll off her, drawing her into his side.

“Wow,” she said.

He nodded, unable to speak, but in total agreement. Wow.