Surrender To Me

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Even though the trip went well and the deal was done, I still feel anxious. It feels like the plane is moving backwards instead of forward. I want to say I don’t know why I feel this way, but I do. It’s because of her. Her body, that is. After spending time away from her, I’ve finally figured out what’s driving me crazy. Sex with Corina. Thing is, I had an obsession that lasted for a year and now that we’ve finally slept together, that obsession has ratcheted and the only way to be rid of it is to fuck her until it’s over. That’s my new mission. And that is why I’m eager to get back home. It has nothing to do with missing her. I don’t miss her contentious manner, which I hate, or her stubbornness, which I hate even more.

The car ride back to the casino feels like forever. I sent her a message as soon as the plane landed that I’m back, but she hasn’t responded yet. Whatever, I’m sure she’s seen it. I don’t want to bother with a call or another message. It will seem a little needy and I am not that needy, I assure myself.

When the car stops in the parking bay, I get out, not even waiting for my men. The elevator also feels like it’s dragging and not going at its normal speed, and after what feels like forever, it dings and the doors open. Fucking finally. I enter the apartment slightly exhilarated. I can’t wait to see her again. I check the app. She’s in the living room. Great. We might even start there. Have sex on the couch and then carry it to the bedroom. Hers or mine, I don’t care. Maybe mine. It was time we gave the bed a christening. I wonder how she will feel when she sees me again. Happy? Sad? She would probably give me her usual bored look. Acting as if she isn’t as affected as I am. That’s her style, but that is not how she reacts when I enter the living room.

A rush of jealousy and the need to remove Rob away from her overcomes me until I look at her face. She looks relieved to see me, but also hurt? Her face is swelling. Rob looks relieved to see me too. Not guilty. The guilty looking one is Bruno, who gets up from his seat. “What the fuck just happened here?”

“Dante,” she almost slumps in the shoulders of Rob. Why was he holding her? And what happened to her face? I don’t realize I’ve said the last sentence out loud until Rob responds. “She was hit.”

“By who?” Both Corina and Rob cast their gazes on Bruno. I rush over to her. Rob immediately lets her go as I take her face into my hands to examine it. She looks like she has been punched and her face is swelling rapidly. I rub her temple, and she winces. Rage builds up inside me like a rumbling volcano. I can barely keep it down. It roughens my voice. “Who touched you?”

She glances again at Bruno and says, “It was a misunderstanding.”

“Who hit you?”

She sighs. “Bruno.”

Bruno flashes a faltering smile. He doesn’t seem to take it seriously. “Why did you hit her?”

“Listen. She was acting all crazy man. She was disobeying orders.”

“I wanted to go for a walk and things weren’t out of control. I swear I’m okay.” Corina is adamant to make excuses for him. I don’t get why she thinks she has to. I ignore her and focus on Bruno.

“What orders was she disobeying?” Bruno must have sensed my anger. His demeanor changes, the cockiness is now gone. “You said she’s staying here, and she didn’t want to.”

“And you punch her? Your job is to protect her!”

“Yes. But…” I don’t give him time to finish. I’m so blinded with rage, I punch him in the gut and he falls to the floor. It doesn’t stop me. I pummel him as he’s on the floor. He rarely fights back as I throw punch after punch in his face. I hear Corina screaming in the distance, telling me to stop. I feel hands on my arms, and turn around to see that it’s her.

“Stop!” she says. It’s not her words, but the horror in her face that gives me pause. She looks terrified. I look at the person I was pummeling mere seconds ago. His face is bloody and so are my fists. In my rage fueled quest, I didn’t even notice how much hurt I caused. All I want is to make him pay. I straighten just as Colin and Tiny enter. “Take him to the basement.” The guys do as I say, taking him by the arms and dragging him out of the apartment. They don’t seem as shocked as Corina. Even though I’m not one to blow up like this, they seem to understand.

With everyone gone, I concentrate on Corina. She still looks a little shocked. It makes me feel like a brute. My carefully cultivated suave act is in shambles right now. “He shouldn’t have hit you.” I say it as if to justify my display of violence. This isn’t how I wanted to start my day back in the city.

“It’s okay. It’s not a big deal.”

“But it is. No man should hit a woman. No man of mine should hit a woman of mine.” It comes out before I can take it back. Her eyes widen. “What I mean is, he’s supposed to protect you. I’m the one who decides what happens to you.”

Her mood deflates. “Right. Of course.” She closes the distance between us and takes my hand in hers, examining it. “Let’s clean you up,” she says. I let her drag me to the kitchen. There, she washes my hand under the cold tap water. None of the blood is mine, so it doesn’t take long to remove it. With clean hands, I gently take hold of her chin and examine her.

“You’re the one who needs to be cleaned up. Your face is turning into a potato.”

She laughs. It’s sweet and cute and I want to hear that sound often.

“He shouldn’t have done that.” She looks up at me with her big doe eyes. I want to kiss her, but not yet. I let go of her, go to the refrigerator, and take out an ice pack. She’s still standing next to the sink when I come back and press the pack to her cheek. She’s still looking at me with that softness. It’s unnerving. When she speaks, I’m happy to respond, so I don’t have to think about why she’s looking at me like that.

“How was your trip?”

“Good. I got what I wanted.”

“That sounds nice.”

“How was your stay, besides being punched in the face?”

“Okay. I went to the doctor like you asked.” She says it as if I was asking for a report, but I was actually asking if she spent her time well. I know she went to the doctor to get birth control. He’s under my payroll and he himself sent him the report. He was even ready to divulge her medical information until I had to stop him. I want to ask her more about herself and what she was up to when I was away.

“I’m not asking about that.”

“What do you want to know?” Again, like I want a report.

“Never mind.” We enter a comfortable silence for a few minutes as I roll the pack against her cheek gently. After some time, she says. “What’s going to happen to him?”

“The man who punched you in the face? What he deserves.”

Her eyes widen. “You will not kill him, will you?”

“Whatever you may think of me, a monster is not one of them.”

Her demeanor changes from shock to skepticism. At least this I can handle. “Says the guy who’s always dangling murder over my head.” What can I say to that? If only she knew that I have never had, nor will I ever want to kill her, but it’s too late to disabuse her of that notion. I roll the pack on her face again and remove it. The swelling has decreased, but it’s still there. She’s going to have a black eye. Now people are going to think I’m the cause.

“I don’t think you can go to work tomorrow. You’re going to have to skip.”

“I’m off today and tomorrow.”

I don’t know why, but it’s great news to me. It’s probably because I spent the entire week missing and obsessing over her and I would love having her all to myself. “Good. You need the rest.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been punched before. It feels… not good.”

“And no one should. Especially my men. I shouldn’t have gone with Colin. I should have left him instead.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” I don’t intend for it to come out so forcefully, and I don’t know what to do with myself now. “Do you still want to go for a walk?”

“What?”

“When I came, you said he hit you because you wanted to go for a walk. Do you still want to?”

“Oh.” She chuckles. “Nah. The walk has been punched out of me.”

This time, I’m the one who laughs. She says something about wanting to take a shower instead. “I want one myself.” I take her hand. “Let’s do that.”

“T-together? Don’t you have other stuff to do?” “Not really.”

I lead her to my bedroom and to the shower. “Take off your clothes,” I say to her as I remove my jacket and unbutton my shirt. She looks a little dumbstruck. Is she being shy right now? “You know, we have seen each other naked before. This is nothing.”

She shakes her head as if ridding herself of something and then galvanizes into removing her own clothes. In no time, we’re both naked and under a torrent of warm water. My hands move to her body on their own. I had no idea how much I had missed her until now. I draw her closer to me and let my hands slide down her silky-smooth skin. She feels like heaven. Her hands imitate mine as they roam from my shoulders and slide down my chest. Her touch ignites tiny sparks of electricity inside me.

“You have a beautiful chest,” she says when her hands touch my nipples.

I cup her breasts. “So do you.”

She laughs and then hisses when I flick one nipple and then the other. I want to play with her nice and slowly this time around. Not like the rube I was last time when I basically fucked her like an artless caveman. I remove my hands away from her chest and she moans in disappointment. She cries again when I take the scrub to them and stroke each nipple with it. Her hands move down my chest to my groin where a hard cock is waiting. She grasps it. I moan when she rubs the head and then strokes my shaft. Her small hand feels good on me. I want her to feel her mouth again and, as if she read my thoughts, she goes down onto her knees and takes me into her mouth. She licks my cock first and then takes as much of me as she can down her throat. “Fuck.” It takes all of my willpower not to grab her head and hold her right there and then. She draws back almost to the end and looks up at me. My hand caresses her cheek as she sucks me. Her mouth feels like a suction eager to draw my balls empty. And just like last time, she has her hand on her clit. Nothing is more erotic. If I don’t take my dick out of her mouth, I will come down her throat. And I don’t want to do that. I want to come inside her pussy.

I remove her head and draw her to her feet. “I don’t want to come just yet,” I say before kissing her. The taste of my pre-cum on her mouth is heady. My initial idea was to kiss her, get out of the shower and have sex on the bed, but not anymore. I lift her up and plaster against the shower door. She grasps my head and kisses me back just much as I am kissing her. She is too much.

I place my hand on her pussy and insert a finger. She’s just as wet as I thought. I replace my finger with my cock and she moans; her face contorting with pleasure. “God, I had missed you,” I whisper against her lips. She moans in response. I thrust into her pussy like a man demented and, in a way, I think I am. She feels so snug I want to stay inside her forever. When I feel like she’s about to slip, I let her slide down to her feet and spin her around so she’s facing the glass. I enter her again and thrust into her with the same relentless energy.

I open my eyes and I notice something. “Look,” I say into her neck. She opens her eyes. Our carnal act is reflected in the bathroom mirror opposite the shower. Her breasts are pressed up against the steaming glass and they brush up against it with each thrust.

“You feel so good,” she says. My hand goes down to her clit, and I rub it. She leans into me and uses one hand to support herself against the glass. Mine goes over hers. I can feel her orgasm coming and I increase the speed of my thrusts. She screams as she comes like a rocket. I come soon after with a force that renders every part of my body weak. We both collapse to the floor and let the water wash over our bodies and wash the aftermath of our passion.

“That was amazing,” she says after a while. Her voice is shaking with pleasure. I don’t think I have the strength to say anything. Instead, I brush strands of her hair plastered on her face and kiss her. This is what I was waiting for the entire week, and it was only the beginning.

After a while, we both get up and finish showering. I turn the faucet off and dry her body. After that, I dry mine and I take her into my arms and throw her onto the bed.

“What are you…” she goes silent when she feels my mouth on her clit. I eat her up like she’s lunch. In no time, she thrashing on the bed, her hands gripping at the sheets. She comes apart again. There’s something about her orgasming that makes me feel like I’ve achieved some sort of accomplishment each time. Like I have attained an award I want to proudly display. After enjoying the sight of her limbs shaking because of the pleasure I gave her, I get up on the bed and lay next to her.

“Holy shit,” she says when she sees my hard cock, “We’re doing it again?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re sore.” I grab her waist and put her on top of me so she’s straddling me. “Unless you don’t want to?” She shakes her head. “Good girl.” I thrust inside her. She sighs and sinks down on my cock. Fuck, I think as her snug pussy clasps my cock, my obsession is never going to end.