an unedited excerpt from
WICKED SURRENDER
from the “Total Surrender” collection
by C. McCray
© Copyright Cheyenne McCray, 2008.
A version of this collection was originally published with a small e-publisher in a collection titled "Erotic Interludes."
Chapter 1
She could do this. She could be a submissive for one weekend. Now she just needed to find the right Dom to rock her world.
In the shadows near the resort bar, Andi Kelly clutched her martini glass so tightly she was afraid the slender stem would snap. The cosmopolitan would hopefully begin its magic soon, allowing her to relax, at least a little.
How many times had she fantasized about having a BDSM relationship, if only in the bedroom? From the time she read that book about a ball-busting bitch of a lawyer who secretly wanted to be dominated and went for it, Andi had thought of how it would be like to be in that woman’s place. The thought of giving up control and allowing a man to arouse her sexually and spank and flog her. It was an intriguing and exciting thought that made her sex ache.
She let her gaze rove the room as she took another sip of her Cosmo, still trying to relax. It was one thing to fantasize about something, another to go through with it.
Maybe it was a strange fantasy. Maybe she was crazy. But she wanted this. She needed this. Being one of the three Vice Presidents of an investment firm meant she had to be in total control at all times. Control of her emotions and whatever situation she was in. She couldn’t show weakness because in the high-powered business world, any sign weakness could destroy you and your reputation.
No, it wasn’t such a strange fantasy after all. It was a way of releasing everything and not having to worry about anything. Giving up control. It probably wouldn’t be easy, but she wanted this.
What a way to have great sex, too, without worrying about a relationship. She had a career to think about, and wasn’t ready to commit to any kind of ties. Some men she’d met had wanted relationships—more than she’d been willing to give. That or they’d just wanted to fuck around and use her, and she wasn’t about to put up with that crap. So she’d gotten away from dating, and it had been way too long since she’d been laid.
This retreat was all about sex and domination mixed with a little pain and a lot of pleasure. No strings, no attachments, and she’d be able to choose her Dom. Hopefully she’d find one she’d love to have mind-bending sex with.
Her gaze took in the room filled with seemingly normal everyday people—they could be lawyers, doctors, secretaries, construction workers, computer programmers, waitresses—just ordinary people with one thing in common . . .
They were all into kink—BDSM.
Andi took a bigger drink of her Cosmo and the heat of the alcohol burned down her throat to land in her empty stomach. Oh, she’d be feeling the buzz soon, all right. A little confidence courtesy of Stoli.
The resort’s dimly lit lounge smelled of cigarette smoke, beer and wine, along with the tantalizing aroma of the appetizers displayed on a table along one wall of the room. Hot wings, spinach dip, cheese and crackers . . . Andi’s stomach growled and she hugged herself with one arm while she took another sip of her Cosmo. She was hungry, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to eat—she might throw up, as nervous as she was. Instead she closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the throb of the music, an alternative rock song that pounded in time with her pulse.
When Andi had told her friend Sheila Tassoni about her fantasy to be a submissive for a night, maybe even a few nights, Sheila had surprised—no, shocked—her by recommending a weekend away at a country club resort . . . but to its patrons it was known as the Bondage Club. Andi had asked Sheila how she knew about the Club, but her friend had just blushed and shrugged. Apparently Sheila and her new husband, the former owner of Tassoni Investments, were into kink themselves.
Interesting.
Andi and Sheila had met at the annual Christmas party when Sheila first started as Adam Tassoni’s secretary. Andi had hit it off with Sheila from the first moment they’d started talking at the party. Andi liked Sheila’s honesty, frankness, and modesty. They’d started going out to coffee shops and talking over frappuccinos about anything and everything. Sheila had confided in Andi about how much she had fallen for her boss who didn’t even notice her. Turned out he had, he just couldn’t do anything about it until he sold the company.
She smiled. It was a little like Cinderella and Prince Charming. Once Adam Tassoni was free of the restrictions that had kept him from crossing the line from boss to lover to husband, he had claimed Sheila at once.
Andi opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and glanced at the bartender before turning her gaze back to the room. So far she had escaped notice—or maybe her body language had been read loud and clear. Don’t come near me. I’m scared half out of my mind.
Which wasn’t like Andi at all. Because of her tenacity, her ability to close the deal like no one else could, she had recently been promoted to Vice President of Tassoni Investments. Known as a tough but fair boss, she could run circles around any man when it came to her work. Any man but Derrick Macintyre, that was.
Where Adam Tassoni hadn’t been able to cross the line between boss and secretary, Andi hadn’t felt the same line was there between employees. Maybe she was just fooling herself in that regard. But if she would have a chance to fuck anyone at Tassoni Investments, it would be her fellow VP, Derrick Macintyre.
A delicious shiver ran down her spine as her imagination took over and she pictured Derrick’s big, hard body between her thighs.
But then she frowned at the thought of the ruthless investor. He was her equal at the investment firm, also a VP, but he had such a dominating presence. It irritated her—yet at the same time both his ruthlessness and his dominating bearing turned her on. Something about him always made her have to fight to keep from squirming in her chair at board meetings. Just looking at him made her nipples taut and her panties damp. The fact he was one of the sexiest men alive might have something to do with that.
When she and Derrick had been alone going over a file, she had felt like the air around them snapped with electricity. And the way their eyes met, or the brush of their fingers—how could he not feel something, too?
Jeez. What the hell was the matter with her? She’d given Sheila the advice to “go for it” with Adam, and yet she hadn’t done a thing about her desire for Derrick. She hadn’t even asked him out for coffee or drinks after work.
She held back a sigh. She didn’t even know why she was thinking along this vein. Derrick would be one of those “one-night-stand kinds of man. She didn’t do serious relationships, but she wasn’t into one-nighters.
Of course he could go for what she wanted. Sex and lots of it with no ties.
Hmmm. Maybe she would go for it when she went back to work.
Shoving thoughts of Derrick out of her mind, Andi raised her chin and stepped out of the shadows. This was her weekend to find out what it was like to submit completely and turn over all control to a Dom.
A tremor of shock rolled through Andi and she froze. Across the room, a tall and powerfully built man stood with his back to her. He was talking to a diminutive blond who was looking up at him with a sultry expression in her big green eyes.
Andi narrowed her gaze. It couldn’t be—no. But that dark wavy hair curling just above the collar of his coal gray suit jacket, those broad shoulders and strong hands . . .
No.
Andi took another drink of her Cosmo, finishing it off in one gulp. It couldn’t be him. She set the empty martini glass on the bar and started to slink back into the shadows, but the man turned and his gaze met hers. Electricity zinged through Andi’s body, straight to her sex.
It was him.
Derrick Macintyre.
Derrick’s blood seared his veins as his gaze rested on the beautiful, yet elusive, Andi Kelly. A slow smile curved one corner of his mouth now that he had her attention. Andi’s almond-shaped brown eyes widened and her lips parted in obvious surprise. She had a deer-trapped-in-headlights look about her as her gaze locked with his.
Dismissing his former sub without a backward glance, Derrick strode across the lounge, past club members, and straight toward Andi. She took a step back, as if she was about to turn and bolt from the room. He caught her by one wrist, and pulled her to him.
Before she had a chance to speak, Derrick’s gaze raked her from head to toe. He took in her shimmering curtain of black hair and could just imagine how it would feel sliding over his naked skin. The tiny black dress she wore showed her erect nipples rising beneath the thin material, and the way it clung to the juncture of her thighs. His eyes traveled down long legs that wouldn’t quit, to a pair of sexy high heels. He couldn’t wait to see her in nothing but those heels.
When his gaze met hers again, Andi tried to wrench her wrist from his grip. “I see you’re just as much of an ass out of the boardroom as you are in,” she said, her head raised and a determinedly haughty tilt to her chin.
Derrick drew her to him with a jerk and she lost her balance. With a soft gasp of surprise she fell against him, her slender body flush with his. He kept her pressed to him by gripping her ass with one hand. His erection was hard against her softness, and by the color rising in her cheeks he knew she hadn’t had a problem noticing.
“As feisty as ever, Ms. Kelly.” Derrick lowered his head and drank in Andi’s jasmine perfume and her unique womanly scent. He had always loved how she smelled. From the first day he had met her, she had driven him out of his mind. “I think I’ll have to punish you now.”
Another soft gasp came from Andi and she tried to pull away from him. When he wouldn’t release her, she tilted her head further back, fire in her dark eyes. “Damn it, Macintyre.” She stomped one high heel onto his shoe. “Let. Me. Go.”
In a fast motion, Derrick released her wrist long enough to cup the back of her head. He clenched her silken hair in his fist and crushed his mouth to her soft lips, staking his claim, letting her know she was his for the weekend.
Andi tried to fight Derrick, her head swimming with shock. But he was too strong, too powerful.
His kiss was hard, almost brutal. Complete and total domination that took her breath away. She was so surprised that she parted her lips and Derrick took advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He plunged hard and deep while he clenched his hand in her hair, a man in total control.
Without even realizing it was happening, Andi began kissing him back, letting her tongue dart into his mouth. Her fingers scaled his broad chest beneath his suit jacket, and she rested her palms against him, feeling the flex of his hard muscles beneath her hands. His heat radiated through her and the image came to her of the two of them, hot and sweaty, slick flesh against slick flesh.
And she was moaning. Good God, she was moaning.
The fierceness of his kiss lessened, but he bit her lower lip hard enough to make her cry out. The pain quickly blended to a sweet kind of pleasure. Before she could recover from her surprise, he thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth again. He tasted of breath mints and the intoxicating flavor of pure male. His hand gripped her hair so hard she could feel it tugging against her scalp.
In that moment she could see herself submitting to Derrick. On her knees, doing whatever he wanted. Her hands tied behind her back while he fucked her mouth with his cock. Him taking her from behind, maybe even in her ass. Taking her any way he chose.
It seemed like the kiss lasted forever. When Derrick finally pulled back, her lips felt swollen and moist, her breath coming in soft gasps.
She couldn’t take her gaze from his finely chiseled features, the arrogant way one eyebrow rose as he watched her with those incredible blue eyes. The deep and throbbing sound of his voice made her panties damp when he said, “You’re mine for the weekend, Andi.” His jaw tightened and his face hardened with absolute seriousness. “You’ll do what I say, when I say, and follow my instructions to the letter.”
Andi started to shake her head, but his hand clenched her hair too tightly. “You bastard,” she said. Heat rushed through her in a hot blaze. Yet part of her realized that it wasn’t only anger flooding her—it was intense desire. His words had turned her on beyond belief.
“That’ll earn you your first punishment.” His gaze narrowed, his look turning darker. “Do you want to add another?”
Andi’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Derrick, here, at this exclusive BDSM club, and treating her like he was her Dom. And exciting her like no man had ever done before.
Derrick spoke before she could respond to his punishment remark. “Would you rather be a sub to a strange Dom? Would you rather be fucked by someone you don’t know, Andi?” He brought her even tighter against him, digging his fingers hard into one ass cheek while clenching her hair in his other hand. He had her pressed so tightly against him that her hands and her breasts were smashed against his chest. “I won’t let that happen,” he continued. “I’ve wanted you, waited for you, for far too long to let another man have you.”
Andi gulped. He had wanted her? Had waited for her? He certainly had never shown it. “I—I don’t know about this, Derrick. You—me—submitting . . . ”
“Turn over control to me, baby.” He relaxed his hold on her hair and ran his hand through it. The feel of his fingers skimming through her hair sent tingles of pleasure through her. “This weekend has nothing to do with the outside world. It has to do with you living your fantasy. And you pleasing me in any way I want you to.”
Her eyes widened and her fingers clenched his shirt tighter. “How do you know it’s my fantasy?”
“You’re here.” Derrick moved his finger to her lips, quieting her. “And it’s obvious you’ve never been in a BDSM club before. You’ve stayed hidden in the shadows, clutching your drink like it was a shield. Admit it. You’re here to experience what you’ve always dreamed about. I’m the man who’s going to fulfill that fantasy.”
Andi swallowed as she stared up at his blue eyes. Deep, endless blue, the color of the Caribbean. Between the Cosmo and her desire for Derrick, she was thoroughly intoxicated. She said the only thing she could say.
“Okay.”
