Surrender To Me

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The penthouse is empty when I come in. The text he sent me earlier is still on my mind. It’s time you pay off your debt. Penthouse: 8pm. I simultaneously feel aroused and frightened. The fear being less about him. That’s dissipating. But rather, more about my potential shortcomings regarding the whole sex thing. I don’t know why I even came up with such a bonkers proposal. I’m not the type of person who can sexually satisfy someone like Dante. I could hardly satisfy my last boyfriend, who had to cheat on me with several other women. Whatever the case, here I am and I have to make sure that no matter what, he will not find me boring. That would be the death of me.

Literally.

With that in mind, I rush to my room, remove my clothes, and head for the shower. Might as well make myself as presentable as possible and preparing for the act might get my mind off the act. However, I can’t help thinking about our earlier encounter in his office. I still don’t know what I was thinking. All I wanted to do was get his mind and suspicions off Jesse, so offering myself was the first thing I could think of. And once I blurted it out, I couldn’t take it back. And when he asked me to seal the deal with a blow job, I thought I would perform the act in a detached manner, but I was lying to myself. Simply having his dick in my mouth got me so wet I mindlessly acted like a nympho and had my hands in my panties just so I could ease the burning arousal. And then he flipped the script by throwing me on the table and ate my pussy like it was the steak he had been eating only earlier. I still can’t believe we did all that while there were people a few feet outside the office.

Fuck. Just thinking about it now is making me wet. I close the faucet, ignore the throbbing in my groin and go to the closet. The options are between three different lingerie and a negligee. I choose the black lingerie and put on a pair of strappy stilettos. Just as I’m done, I hear the door open and close. My pulse accelerates. I take a deep breath to calm myself down and make my way to the living room. We enter at the same time. Him on one end, me on the other. He stops mid-step, his phone dangling in his hand, forgotten. That gives me a little confidence. I stride over to him.

“Hi,” I say when only a few inches separate us. I put one arm around my waist and extend the other. “Is this what you wanted?”

He raises an eyebrow. “I would rather you had nothing on.” That should have been my third option. I remove one strap of my bra and, without warning, he throws his phone on the couch and grabs me with both hands. “I didn’t say you should remove it.”

“But…”

He pulls me to him and gives me a long, hard kiss. Like other kisses, it is intoxicating. His hands are all over me all at once, igniting every part they touch. He moves forward and I backward along with him in a mindless daze infused by his lovemaking. Before long, I feel something cold and solid against my back, stopping my tracks. I open my eyes. Dante has me plastered against the window. He withdraws from my lips and holds me at arm’s length. He scans me from head to toe with a devouring gaze. His hands begin moving, caressing me as he removes the other bra strap and then goes behind me to unclasp my bra. It falls down in a quiet whisper. I try hard not to cover my breasts.

“Turn around.” His voice is hoarse. I do as he says, smiling. It’s good to know that he’s as affected as I am. It’s dark outside and the lights in here are on. The building opposite us, a hotel, looks just as busy as to be expected. A panic sets in. What if someone in there sees us?

His hands slide down my body, down to my underwear, which he removes. I watch as they slip down to my knees. “Someone could be watching us.” My voice is raspy with arousal. It’s embarrassing how much I want him. He is silent as he slips the underwear all the way down to my feet, lifting each one to make sure I remove it completely.

“That’s the point,” he says as he stands back up. He gently pushes me against the window such that my breasts are plastered against the window. He places his lips on my neck and drops tiny nips and kisses, then he says, “Do you see that top window? The eighth one from the left.”

I look closely. There’s movement there, and a flash of something like a mirror.

Between kisses and bites, he whispers, “A friend of mine likes to watch. I like to offer him a show from time to time.”

“What?” I’ve never been with anyone who was into exhibitionism.

He chuckles. It’s a deep rumble against my neck that turns me on and neuters my panic. “Whatever. Whenever. However, remember.” He places another kiss on my nape.

When I said that, I should have put in some limitations. I didn’t think a voyeuristic friend of his would share our first sexual encounter. “Do you do this all the time? With other women, I mean?”

“Does it matter?” His lips and tongue on my neck make it hard to concentrate on his words, but I feel a tightening in my chest. Is that jealousy? No. Before I can examine it any further, Dante’s hand slips down to my pussy and he strokes my clit. All of my thoughts flutter away as I let him play with me. His other hand goes to my nipple, and he flicks it, driving me crazy. I’m now rubbing against him and I can feel his hard cock inside his pants. I want it out. However, when my hands go to his groin, he takes hold of both of my hands into his and slams them against the glass on top of my head.

“You do what I say when I say it.” He pinches my clit. I moan in response. I’m putty in his hands as he continues his stroking. “Open your eyes.” I didn’t realize they were closed. I do as he says and I see another flicker. “You see that flash? That’s my friend’s telescope. Say hi.”

He waves my hand toward the supposed friend. Dante’s lips leave my neck and he switches me around to face him. Then he places his lips on mine and devours me with another earth-shattering kiss. I’m now incessantly rubbing my pussy against his groin. The fabric separating his hard cock to my pussy feels like a barricade. He tightens his grip when I try to remove his pants. “I need you,” I mutter against his lips. “I need you inside me,” I say again.

“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he bites my lip.

“And here I was thinking exhibitionism would turn you off.”

“Please.”

Another chuckle rumbles against my lips. “Fine. But only because I said so.” He lets go of my hands and I immediately unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and his hard cock springs out. To hear him talk, you would think he’s not as affected as I am, but his cock says otherwise. It’s angry and weeping. Without thinking, I wipe the pre-cum with my thumb and I taste it. I hear him take a sharp intake of breath. It gives me confidence to kiss him back. He groans in my mouth. He likes it. My hand takes hold of his cock. He feels big. I had him in my mouth earlier this afternoon and I still haven’t gotten over his size. I wonder how he’s going to fill inside me as I pull him towards my pussy, but he pushes back and spins me around to face outside again. My boobs plaster the window as he pushes one leg to the side. With one full stroke, he enters me, pushing me up. Fuck. He feels so full and so big. He groans and whispers, “So tight.” With one hand against the window and another tight across my waist, he begins moving. Slowly at first, as if he’s letting me get accustomed to his length. I want him to move faster. And when I push back against him, he increases his pace. He hammers into me like a madman and I, like a sex starved slut, take it in stride. My knees feel so weak I’m sure I would have crumbled to the floor if his hold wasn’t firm.

As he’s giving me his punishing strokes, he drops little kisses and nibbles on my face and neck. His presence has me rapt; I forget everything but him. All I want to feel is him.

“Open your eyes.” The command is hard not to follow. I do as he says. The thought that someone else is watching is no longer scary. I want his friend to see. The knowledge increases the eroticism. He takes one hand of mine into his and directs it to where his cock enters my pussy. “Feel that,” he whispers. I don’t have the capacity to speak. I say something unintelligible. “You’re so wet, you’re soaking me.” He directs my hand up to my clit and has my hand rub on it until I’m quivering with an orgasm so powerful, I almost slip in his grasp.

I’m still shaking when I feel him slip out of my pussy and his come splash over my lower back and butt. His breaths are as short and uneven as mine, I note, as he lazily rubs his cum across my back. Holy shit. I’ve never had sex this amazing, nor did I ever think it would be this good.

My senses slowly return, and the surroundings come into sharp focus. The earlier embarrassment is setting in now that the eroticism is slipping away. I feel a wisp of air as he moves away from me. I turn to see him walk over to the couch where he slumps into it. His shirt is askew, and he doesn’t bother zipping his fly. For the first time, I notice that I have nothing on while; he is still fully clothed except for his tie and jacket. He takes his phone and, just like that, I’m forgotten. The man is done with me. I’m just a toy, I remind myself. A deal I entered with eyes open. I shouldn’t want more. And yet…

Thoughts like that should be dismissed, I tell myself. Focus on the present. That means grabbing my underwear and getting out of here. I scan the room for it, feeling like it’s the morning after a one-night stand. I gather my things and make my way back to my room. Just as I am leaving, he says, “You should get ready.”

“For what?” I thought we were done here.

“There’s a party I need to go to and you’re coming.”

So that’s it. I don’t know what I expected to happen after, but it wasn’t casual dismissal followed by another chore I should do. Whatever. I make my way back to my room and I take a shower. As the water cascades down on me, my mind wanders back to our earlier encounter. How brazen I had acted, how great it felt. Hell, I’m still feeling the buzz of the orgasm even though this whole thing meant nothing to him. I am more of a cum dump to him. Fucked and forgotten soon after. Well, a cum bucket he occasionally took to parties. Where were we going, anyway? A mafia meetup?