Surrender To Me

CORINA

I wake up in the middle of the night. The lights are out, even though I specifically remember leaving them on after crashing on the bed. Through the sleep fog, I notice I’m not alone. Lying next to me is a large man breathing quietly. The moonlight streaming in provides enough light for me to make out his features. He looks so calm and unassuming in sleep. There is something about him that makes me want to lean in and plant kisses on his forehead, nose, and cheek. As the fog clears, I remember who he was. He’s the reason I’m in Rio and not back home in my tiny apartment. He’s a monster. I need to remember that the next time I want to kiss him.

As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I take in the vast room, trying to make out the shapes until I spot a couch on one end. Why didn’t he sleep there? He probably chose the bed just to push my buttons. I glance back at him. He’s still sleeping peacefully. Slowly, I sit up and lift the sheets as delicately as possible. Making sure he can’t hear me, I slide one leg towards the end of the bed until it reaches the floor. I check again and he’s still asleep. Another slight movement and I will be out of the bed. I shift my other leg and out of nowhere, his hand snakes across my waist and pulls me back.

“Where are you going?” he mumbles. His eyes are still closed.

“You’re awake?” My voice sounds a little more strained than I want it to be.

“You woke me up.”

I scramble for something to say. “I need a glass of water.”

“No, you don’t.” He strengthens his grip. “Sleep.”

I lie back, feeling defeated. It’s not as if I want to escape. I just don’t want to sleep next to him. I stare at the ceiling, trying to think of a way to get out of his iron grip. I decide to

go with honesty. “Can I sleep on the couch?”

“No.”

“Fuck you.” I utter under my breath.

“Very well.”

Wait, he heard that? I get answered by him waking up and shifting both of us, so he’s on top of me and I under him.

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“Didn’t you say you want to fuck me?” He pins me down to the mattress with his body. I struggle beneath him, but his legs imprison mine, holding them together. When I try to push him off, he puts both of my hands into his and thrusts them above me. I stop struggling. He presses deeper and I feel his dick rubbing against my pussy. I shouldn’t have worn a nightdress that’s now riding up my thighs. He groans. Can he feel my wetness? Heat creeps into my cheeks, making me thankful for the dark.

“Get off me.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He rubs against me again. “Your body says otherwise. Your hips are practically thrusting towards mine.” He’s right. Subconsciously, I am responding to him and, embarrassed, I push him back. “No, I’m not.”

“Liar. How come every word that comes out of your mouth is a lie?” He leans down and bites my neck. I moan. I can’t help it. His little bites are intoxicating. I forget where I am and who I am with as his lips and tongue move from my neck, trailing up to my mouth. He captures my lips and the feeling of his tongue is like magic on my lips, coaxing me to open my mouth and when I do, we both sigh. I don’t think I have ever felt like this before. Dante is persistent, driving me to focus on nothing but him. All of him. His lips. His hands on mine. I feel his cock as his body presses deep into me. I want to tell him to do it. Rip my panties off and fuck me right now. When he lifts himself up, I think that’s what he’s going to do, but when I open my eyes, I notice something else. In the low light streaming in, I can see a smirk on his face. Gone is the seducer in my head. In his place is the menacing man he always was.

“If I had known you were such a nympho, I would have fucked you a long time ago.”

“What makes you think I would have let you?”

He doesn’t respond. He chuckles as if the mere question is ridiculous. And in a way, it sort of is. He is my captor, and yet moments before I was writhing beneath him, tilting my hips towards his, aching for his cock. Heck, I still am. My face heats up again.

“If you want to fuck me, then get on with it then,” I spit back.

“I will. You can be sure of it, but not yet.” It’s more of a statement than a promise. He is so sure of the outcome and I can’t refute him. He gets off on top of me and lays back next to me with one hand holding my wrist. “Get some sleep,” he orders.

It’s tough to do so with your captor lying next to you, your hand in his grip, but somehow, I do. The next thing I know, I wake up the following morning to an empty bed. I think he’s gone and I almost smile until I hear the shower in the bathroom.

I dreamed of nothing but him the entire night. At some point, he was chasing me. At others, he’s locking me up in a cage like I’m an animal. Those are tame dreams. There were other much more erotic dreams, where we did everything we almost did last night. I’m still thinking about it when he comes out of the bathroom dripping wet, stark naked, not even with a towel on. I’m too shocked to look away and instead stare at him as he strides into the room as if it’s the most natural thing. Even in my state, I can’t avoid noticing how magnificent he looks. I felt his hard chest the night before, but I hadn’t seen how sculpted it was. He looks like a man who took his workout routine seriously, but not serious enough to be a large bulking man. My eyes wander down to his groin. Holy shit. He is packing. In the morning light, I can’t hide my blush. Dante glances at me for the first time and cocks an eyebrow. I look away.

“Judging from your reaction, one would think you’ve never seen a naked man before.”

“Well, I’ve never had one sprung on me in the morning. Is the hotel out of towels or something?”

He goes through his routine as if I’m not in the room and when he’s finally done putting on a suit, and combing his hair, he turns to me and says, “You’re staying in the suite until I get back. Colin will stay with you. Don’t give him hell.”

“Oh no,” I feign regret, “I really was looking forward to seeing Rio.”

“Do you want me to tie you up to the bedpost? That’s another solution.”

I shake my head. I’m positive he’s capable of doing it.

“Good.” He walks towards the dresser, where he picks up a watch and clips it onto his wrist and goes over to the desk where a briefcase and papers are lying around. For someone who thinks he’s currently housing a spy, he’s quite cavalier with his documents.

“Where are you going?”

“Why do you want to know? So, you can tell your boss?”

The idea of me being a spy for Saccone is so ludicrous that every time he mentions it, I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Just making morning conversation.”

“Don’t bother.”

“You seem to be in a bad mood.”

He stops throwing things in his briefcase and stares at me. He looks like he’s about to say something, then shakes his head and continues with his task, closes the briefcase shut and marches out.