Surrender To Me

Holding out his hands to me, he lifted me from the couch and took me into the kitchen, placing me on the edge of the counter. The marble was cold under my bare ass, but Bane’s mouth soon warmed me. His kiss was all-consuming, and I clung to his shoulders, unsure where this was coming from. If he was trying to distract me, he was doing an amazing job of it.

“Are you hungry?” he asked when he finally pulled away.

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly, looking down to his hips.

He growled and kissed me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth as his hard cock flexed against my pussy. “Food first, then you can have this,” he told me, biting my bottom lip and then sucking it into his mouth.

“Are you going to cook?”

“No, I have a housekeeper. She comes in at seven to make breakfast.”

Seven? It was almost…

… I heard the elevator ding and someone walked in.

“Good morning, Mr. Rivera,” a woman said. I turned to look over my shoulder, then jumped off the counter, tugging down the hem of Bane’s shirt. It hit me mid-thigh, but all of a sudden, it didn’t seem long enough. The older woman standing before me looked like a grandmother. “And good morning to your guest as well,” she added with a warm smile.

“Mrs. Bellinger, this is Wren Montana. You’ll probably be seeing a little bit of her around here.”

Mrs. Bellinger’s smile widened. “I’m glad you’ve found a nice woman, Mr. Rivera. My husband always used to say that behind every good man is a better woman.” She held out her hand to me. “It’s lovely to meet you, Ms. Montana.”

“Please, call me Wren,” I muttered, flushing a little. “Ah, if you could excuse me, I’ll just go and throw on some clothes.”

Bane’s eyes danced with laughter. “What would you like for breakfast?”

“Anything,” I replied, dashing back into the bedroom. I searched my bag for some clothes, then thought better of it. I had a quick shower, got dressed, and padded back through to the kitchen. Bane was sitting at the island scrolling through his iPad while Mrs. Bellinger manned the cooktop. Whatever she was making smelled divine.

“Coffee?” Bane asked. “Please.”

He stood and walked around the island, leaving me with a very good view of his muscular back and fine ass as he went. As I watched him, I realized he was showing me another part of him, another facet of his life. There was a domesticated, relaxed Bane, and I found that I liked him like this. Here, dressed in sweats, he was truly comfortable. That’s not to say that when he was with his sister he wasn’t comfortable, but this was different.

“What are you looking at?” he asked when he caught me staring.

“You,” I replied with a shrug. “You surprise me is all.”

He walked back with my coffee. “In a good way, I hope.” He dropped a kiss to my lips, then sat back down beside me.

I took a sip of coffee and let out a little sigh. I almost didn’t want to return to my shitty little box of an apartment, but I knew I had to. Independence and all that.

“What are you thinking about?”

I inhaled deeply, my mouth watering at the smell of the bacon and eggs Mrs. Bellinger was cooking. “I was thinking about how much it’s going to suck going back to my apartment.”

“So stay here.”

“I can’t just stay here, Bane. We’ve been over this.”

“I won’t want to get rid of you, Wren. Jesus, do you know how amazing it was to know you were in my bed last night, that I was going to wake up beside you?”

“I get that, Bane, but how do you know you’ll still want me? What happens when the gloss wears off, and you’re left with a thirty-two-year-old woman with only twelve dollars in her bank account and a failing dog grooming business?”

He was silent for a moment, and I nervously took a shallow sip of my coffee while I waited. “Little Bird, I don’t know how else to tell you this, so I’m just going to say it, okay?” I nodded, suddenly unsure.

“I don’t give a fuck about any of that. It’s you I want, and if that means I get a thirty-two-year-old woman with twelve dollars in her bank account and a failing dog- -grooming business, then that’s what I get. I want you. All of you.”

Mrs. Bellinger cleared her throat like she’s got something caught in there but didn’t turn around.

A few minutes later, she placed two plates in front of us. “I’ll clean the bedroom while you two eat,” she told us, disappearing from the kitchen.

“She’s very discreet.” I took a bite of my eggs and bit back the groan. They were amazing.

“She is.”

“How long has she worked for you?”

He wiped his mouth with a napkin Mrs. Bellinger had placed down on the counter and took a sip of his coffee. “A few years now.”

We finished our breakfast quietly, simply enjoying each other’s company.

“What time will you open the shop?”

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. “About eight-thirty, I think.”

“So, we have about an hour before you have to leave.”

“I guess so.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”

Pushing away my plate, he scooped me up and kissed me hard. He tasted like bacon and coffee, and I pushed my tongue farther into his mouth. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I groaned when his erection hit my pussy. I rubbed myself against him, earning a slap on my ass.

“Wait,” he chided.

“I find it hard to wait with you, Bane,” I admitted. Where were we going, anyway?

He walked us into the bathroom, and I got a glimpse of a smiling Mrs. Bellinger as Bane shut the door.

“I’ve already had a shower,” I told him when he started the water.

“Not with me, you haven’t. Besides, I plan on tasting your cunt again before you leave.” Pulling the sweat down his legs, I appreciated the view of his bobbing cock for a moment. Before he could tell me to get naked, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Wrapping my hands around his cock, I leaned forward, but he pulled away with a hiss.

I looked up at him with a frown.

“No,” was all he said.

“No?”

Pulling me up, he held me close. “You’re never to be on your knees for me, Wren. Never. It’s me who has to worship at your feet.”

A thrill went through me at his words, but still, I asked, “Why?”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I never want you on your knees in front of me.”

When I simply stared at him, he drifted his fingers down to the hem of my shirt and inched it up my torso. Pulling the fabric up over my head, he teased my puckered nipples through my bra with his mouth before sliding my shorts and panties down my legs. His knuckle rubbed gently over my pussy, making me rock into the touch.

He kissed me until I was breathless, then pulled away to start the shower. I watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, my gaze skating down to his hips, to his cock twitching like a barely contained wild animal. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I started to touch myself.

“Jesus!” he barked, palming his length and giving it a few pumps. Stalking toward me, he lifted and placed me in the shower, backing me against the wall. Strong fingers gripped my thigh, urging me to lift and wrap it around his waist. His fingers found my pussy, gliding through the arousal that was already there.

“I’m going to make you scream yourself hoarse, Little Bird.”