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2015-05-27
Surrender
Dear reader, some bits may be a bit dry due to storyline or a bit rough but please read all the way through to fully understand both before making judgment. This story spans a few years so there’s a lot to cover but take note that this is about complete submission to one true master, partner and lover the road to achieve it may be long, painful, and passionate but in the end the submissive will trust the every command and pleasure in the pain given. Thank you and hope you enjoy. ;)
CHAPTER ONE
The Party: Intro
“Beth, you coming to my party?” It was her father’s voice on her answering machine that finally roused her from sleep. “You better be here, girl. I’m tired of you staying away. You call me back. ” The line disconnected. Beth sighed as she opened her eyes. She would have preferred the dream to the stark loneliness that awaited her when she opened her eyes. At least there, even in the dark, frightening abyss of desires too dark to name, she had a purpose, rather than her fears.
She stared down at the large stuffed gorilla she clutched to her chest in her sleep. A present from her father when she left with her mother. Something to keep the bad dreams away, he had said sadly, even though she had been an adult. Beth often had bad dreams.
Perhaps she shouldn’t have left as well, Beth often thought.
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She was just entering college at the time, and could have made her own choice. But her mother had needed her. Or Beth had thought she did. Now she wasn’t certain if her mother needed her, or merely needed to control her.
“Beth, you awake now?” Her mother, Ella James called from the bottom of the downstairs hallway, her voice barely penetrating the distance.
Beth had installed her own phone line straight out of college and moved her bedroom to the upper floor where her mother rarely ventured. She needed her privacy, and her mother was prone to butt in wherever she could. The stairs kept her from venturing into Beth’s privacy very often.
“Yeah, Mom. I’m awake,” she yelled back, rising from bed, imagining her mother’s moue of distaste. It was Saturday, for God’s sake. She was entitled to sleep in. She could just imagine her mother’s expression if she knew it was her father’s call that woke her.
Resigned, Beth got of bed and headed for the shower.
Beth was well aware of her mother’s disgust for her father’s lifestyle.
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Jason Delacourte didn’t stay home or keep regular hours or play the nine to five game. He owned a national electronics corporation and lived the lifestyle he chose. He gave dinners, attended charities and threw yearly parties. Ella preferred her books and her quiet and anything that didn’t involve a man. She had done her best to raise her daughter the same way.
Beth did hate parties. She always had and she knew she always would. She
invariably ended up going alone. Always ended up leaving alone. Parties jinxed her. Men jinxed her, they had for years. But she was committed to this party. She had promised. What could she do but get ready to go?
She grimaced, confused as she pondered her lack of a love life. Or perhaps sex life.
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She wasn’t a great believer in love or the happily ever after stuff. She had rarely seen it work, her own parents were an example of that one. And her father’s second marriage seemed more rocky than solid.
She frowned as she usually did when she thought of her father’s new wife. Well, perhaps not new. Jason Delacourte, her father, had been married for nearly three years now to Melissa. The woman still insisted that everyone call her Missy. As though she were still a teenager. Beth snarled with distaste. Of course, the woman was barely thirty-five, ten years younger than her father, and nearly ten years older than Beth. The least he could have done, she sniped silently, was marry a woman closer to his own age.
She could barely tolerate being in the same room with ‘Missy’. The woman gave dumb blonde a new meaning. How she managed to be related to a man touted as a genius, Beth had no idea. But she was.
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Chuck Andrews was Missy’s brother, and Beth’s father swore Chuck had moved Delacourte Electronics into the financial sphere it now enjoyed as one of the leading electronic manufacturers.
The thought of him caused mixed reactions in Beth, though.
Chuck was six feet three inches of hard packed muscle and dark, brooding good looks with a cynical, mocking attitude that drove her crazy. His kisses were the stuff dreams were made of. His fingers were wicked instruments of torturous pleasure; his lips were capable of throwing her into a hypnotic trance when they touched her.
She suppressed a sigh. No man kissed as good as Chuck. It should be a
crime that one man should ooze so much sex appeal, and be such an asshole to boot. And it was really a crime that she couldn’t get past that one stolen kiss long enough to enjoy any others.
After showering, she quickly blow dried her hair, sighing as she swiped the brush through her shoulder-length black hair one last time before turning back to the open doors of her large closet. She had enough clothes. One thing her father had always done was made certain she was well provided for.
Elementary school teachers didn’t make a lot in terms of money, and it wasn’t the glamorous job Jason Delacourte had always thought his daughter should hold, but it was what she wanted to do. Besides, it kept her out of the social sphere her stepmother and Chuck Andrews moved in. That was a big enough plus to keep her there.
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But, she had promised her father she would stay with him for this one week. That she would take the time off work and return to the large family home she had grown up in before his divorce from her mother, and she would try to be his daughter.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, she thought as she packed her suitcase. She did. She loved her father terribly, but Chuck was at the house. He stayed there often, and it was Chuck she needed to avoid.
After packing the more casual clothes she would need and her treasured, hidden vibrator, Beth moved back to her closet to choose what she would wear for the yearly Valentine’s Day party her father gave. It was also the third year anniversary of his marriage to Missy. Yeah, she really wanted to celebrate that one.
She pulled a short, black, silk sheath from the closet and hung it on the doorknob. From her dresser she pulled out a black thong, a lacy matching bra, and smoky silk stockings. The dark colors suited her mood. Valentine’s Day was for lovers, and Beth didn’t have one. She still didn’t understand why she was going to this stupid party.
It wasn’t like her father would really miss her.
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The house would be packed. They didn’t need her there. She hadn’t attended one of Missy’s parties in well over a year now. They were loud, bustling and often turned out a bit too wild for her tastes. Besides, Chuck always ended up bringing his latest flame, and pissing her off the first hour into it.
His dark blue eyes would watch her, faintly cynical, always glittering with interest while the bimbos at his side simpered adoringly. She snorted. If she had to simper to hold him, well then she sighed desolately. She would probably simper if she thought it would help. If
she could learn how. Her mouth always seemed to get the better of her though. His general air of superiority just grated on her. Ever since that first kiss, his hard body holding her captive against the wall as he whispered what he wanted in her ear. Her body had sung in agreement, her mind, shocked and dazed from the images, had kicked in with an instant defense: her smart mouth.
It had been over two years.
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She sat down on the bed, still naked, her cunt wet, throbbing at the memory. “Can you take the heat, baby?” he had whispered to her, holding her against the wall as he ground his cock between her thighs. “I won’t lie to you, Beth. I want you bad. But I’m not one of your little college boys that you can mess with. I want you tied to my bed, screaming, begging for me. I want to pump my dick in that tight little ass of yours, I want to hear your cries while I’m buried there and fuck you with a dildo bought just for that tight cunt of yours. ”
She shook now in remembered arousal and hot desperate need. “Sure,” she had bit out. “And then I can fuck your ass next!” He had had the nerve to laugh at her. Laugh at her as his fingers sank into the wet, tight grip of her pussy and her orgasm rippled over her body. She’d gasped, feeling the slick heat as it pulsed through her vagina, washing over his fingers.
Then he had slid them down to the tight little hole he had promised to fuck, one finger sinking in to its first knuckle, sending a flare of pain through her body that she had enjoyed too much to be comfortable with.
Beth remembered her fear, throbbing as hot as her lust. She had pushed him away, trembling, unfamiliar with the hot pulse of hunger that had flared in her, unlike anything she had known before.
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And he had watched her, his cock a thick, hard outline beneath his pants, his eyes dark as she stood before him trembling.
“Pervert!” she had accused him.
His lips had quirked, his eyes flaring in anger.
“And you?” he asked her. “What does that make you, baby? Because sooner or later, you’ll have to admit you want it. ”
“What, raped?” she had bit out.
His eyes suddenly softened, a strange smile quirking his lips. “Never rape, Beth. You’ll beg me for it. Because we both know you want it as much as I do. My cock sliding up your tight ass while you scream for me to stop, then screaming for me to never stop. You’re mine Beth, and I know what it takes to give you what you need. When you’re ready to accept that, let me know. ”
Beth shook her head. Wanting it and accepting it were two different things.
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She had dreamed of it ever since, too humiliated to ask him for it, and he refused to offer a second time.
She touched her smooth, waxed pussy, her eyes closing as she lay back on the bed. The thought of what he wanted terrified her, yet it aroused her to the point of pain. The thought of his cock, so thick and hard, easing into her ass as he penetrated her wet, pleading cunt with a dildo, her tied down, unable to fight, unable to escape whatever he desired, had her soaked with need. He wouldn’t hurt her. She knew enough about Chuck to know he would never hurt her, but he could show her things she wasn’t sure she was ready to know about herself. He could show her a part of herself that she wasn’t certain she could handle. That was a frightening thought.
Her fingers eased through the shallow, narrow crease of her cunt, circled her clit. He had promised to eat her there. To run his tongue around her clit, suck it, eat her like honey, a lick at a time. She shuddered, moaning, imagining her finger was his tongue, licking at her cunt, lapping at the slick heat that soaked her pussy. She circled her clit,
whispering his name, then moved her fingers back down to the desperate ache in her vagina. She penetrated the tight channel with two of her fingers, biting her lip, wondering how thick and long Chuck’s fingers would be inside her. He had such a big hands, he would fill her, make her scream for more.
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He had whispered the dark promise that he would fuck her ass, take her there, make her scream for him. She bit her lips, her fingers moving, one inserting into that tiny, dark hole while she wished she hadn’t packed her vibrator so quickly. As her finger passed the tight entrance, she allowed two fingers of her other hand to sink into her vagina. She could hear his voice in the back of her mind, feel his finger, thicker than hers, spearing a dart of pleasurable pain through her as he pierced her ass. And he had told her, warned her he would fuck her there. Her knees bent, her hips thrusting harder against her own fingers as she imagined
Chuck between her thighs, licking her, fucking her with his fingers, driving her over the edge as they fucked into her; her cunt, her ass, until she cried out as the soft ripples of release washed over her. Her vagina clenched on her fingers, her womb trembling with pleasure. It wasn’t the release she had experienced with Chuck’s fingers or her vibrator, but it took the edge off the lust that seemed to only grow over time. .
