Part 8 – Surrender
*** Warning *** Some bad things happen and some graphic violence occurs. If you do not care to read this, either stop now, or when you see violence occurring or imminent, simply skip down to the next "story break" (* * * * *). Thank you.
Gwen had done as Sergei had asked, dressing in her flouncy black skirt that showed off so much of her legs, her tight black silk top, sleeveless and low necked to show her cleavage. The fine mesh black fishnets were always popular, as were her black leather booties with a five inch heel. They were hell to walk in, but as Herb, her ex, used to say, "Baby, you don't have to walk in 'em."
She sat back in the leather seat of Sergei's Jaguar, hoping against hope that the big man next to her would take her to Ronnie. Gwen had gotten Ronnie involved in this mess, and she promised herself that she'd get her out of it. But as they drove through the city, heading toward the lake, Gwen had a sinking feeling that Sergei would require more from her than a simple change of clothes. Her fears were confirmed when he pulled the car into the lot behind the lake front Best Western. Ten minutes later she was entering the dark, musty room, followed closely by Sergei. He closed the door behind her and she heard it lock, trying to keep herself from whining at the sound.
"Come, my Pet," Sergei said, holding out his hand to Gwen, and she smiled and took it. Pain and bewilderment accompanied her descent to the floor, where she sat, rubbing her cheek. She looked up at Sergei who was still smiling softly.
"I told you there would be punishment for your running away, Pet," Sergei said, and he pulled his tight white t-shirt off, showing all of those tight, hard, beautiful muscles that had attracted her to him in the first place. Gwen stayed on the floor looking up at him, feeling tears of fear fill her eyes.
"Please, Sergei," Gwen whispered hoarsely, "I'll never run away again. I'll do anything you want me to."
"I know," Sergei said, taking Gwen's hands and pulling her to her feet. "I don't believe we were followed, but I am going to take great pleasure with you, and all the better if that fool is waiting outside." He pulled Gwen to him and kissed her, his tongue searching her mouth, and despite herself, Gwen found herself responding to him.
Gwen closed her eyes and trembled when Sergei lifted her top up and took it off, the silk whispering across her skin delightfully. He brushed his lips across hers, as light as a feather, and Gwen's breathing quickened, her trembling body alive and waiting for his touch.
His lips closed on her chest, kissing her softly, trailing those kisses to the side until he met the thin black strap of her bra. He moved lower then, and Gwen put her fingers in his hair as his mouth followed the contour of her breast. He kissed the spot immediately between her breasts, and was following the curve of the other when his hands closed around them, touching only the fabric of her lacy black bra.
Gwen's sensitive nipples pressed out at the sheer fabric, and Sergei's thumbs found them easily, rubbing in small circles that made Gwen pant and her knees weaken. His lips continued to move, nipping at her collarbone and then tracing up her neck to nuzzle her ear. Then his lips were on hers, and Gwen kissed Sergei hungrily, sucking and biting at his lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
When their lips parted, Gwen opened her eyes and gazed through a fog of lust into Sergei's brilliant, dark green eyes. Those eyes had made her his pet, and she desperately wanted her freedom, but not as much as she needed his touch, his smile.
He was smiling, his perfect white teeth showing. She saw he was breathing harder too, and he lowered his face to her breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue as she gasped with pleasure. She glanced around confusedly before surrendering again to the sensations, though she did give him credit for removing her bra without her even noticing.
Her breasts were always sensitive, and her nipples seemed directly connected to her womb. Each gentle suck or squeeze sent bolts of pleasure through her body, thrumming like the string on a guitar being plucked. She felt gooey inside, cursing herself for not being able to describe the rarefied sensation. She remembered telling Ronnie that it felt like a spot inside her, about an inch below her belly button, was turned to warm butter-creme, or maybe marshmallow fluff. Ronnie said she understood, but Gwen doubted her. All she knew for certain was that it made her feel like a girl.
Lost in the bliss of his lips on her other breast now, Gwen almost missed it when Sergei slowly pulled her skirt over her hips. She stepped out of it and shook with anticipation. She ached for him to touch her there, to release the passion and bring her ultimate joy.
And then his hand closed on her swollen mound, only the fishnet material separating him from her. She moaned happily when he squeezed her whole pussy in his hand, and she pressed against him, feeling her clit rubbing the heel of his thumb. His lips were on her ear, his breath hot and exciting.
"Are you a slut, Pet?" Sergei whispered.
"I'm your slut, Sergei," she moaned softly, "but only your's." She felt him shrug, and then he squeezed harder, hard enough to bring pain, but not to hurt. Gwen moaned loudly as her pussy became creamy, Sergei's palm wet.
"Unless I tell you otherwise," Sergei whispered, "you will dress appropriately, Pet."
"I will next time," she gasped, helplessly humping against his big, firm hand. "I promise, Sergei." He released her pussy then, and using both hands, he tore the flimsy netting away, opening a hole around her crotch. Gwen moaned again with excitement. That could only mean that he was preparing to take her, and she wanted that more than anything.
Sergei turned her around and pushed her to the bed, slapping her ass with a mutually satisfying smack. Gwen crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, and felt Sergei's fingers in her auburn hair, guiding her around to face him. She wanted him so badly that her mouth watered as she fumbled with his belt and trousers, letting out a gleeful giggle when his pants fell to his ankles.
She tugged at his boxers, pulling them down his muscular thighs, and Sergei's uncircumcised cock leaped up and bobbed in front of her. He still held her hair, holding her down so that she had to keep her palms flat of the bed to keep from falling. He thrust with his hips and his cock bounced against Gwen's cheek, leaving a trail of precum there. Another thrust found her waiting, wanting mouth, and Sergei sighed contentedly as he began to slowly fuck Gwen's face.
She used her tongue and moved her head to give Sergei the most contact, an ever changing wet hole to bury his cock in. He slid his cock in and out of her mouth slowly, gently, and Gwen felt a thrill of satisfaction when he moaned quietly. A little popping sound accompanied his cock being pulled from between her lips, and Gwen groaned softly, unable to suppress her smile.
