Page 13 of Our Unexpected Beginning (Club Surrender #4)

Julia’s hormones raged through her body, making her simultaneously furious and desperate for him. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Mmm,” he hummed against her, causing her to jerk.

“And so are you,” Graham murmured, his fingers slowing their pace, drawing a frustrated groan from her lips. “I can feel how much you’re enjoying it. ”

Julia bit her lower lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control as her body betrayed her.

The blindfold heightened every sensation—his calloused fingertips tracing patterns on her inner thighs, the warmth of his breath against her most sensitive areas, the slight stubble on his chin grazing her skin.

“Please,” she whispered, no longer caring about pride. Her pregnancy had changed everything, including how quickly her body responded to him.

Graham pressed a gentle kiss to her hip bone. “Please what?”

“I need to come.”

“No.” He resumed his assault on her oversensitive pussy.

Graham’s fingers curled inside her, finding that perfect spot that made her toes curl. “Remember,” he whispered against her inner thigh, “control.” His free hand splayed across her swollen belly, a possessive yet tender gesture.

“Easy for you to say,” she panted, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her. “You’re not the one being—oh!” Her words dissolved into a moan as he added another finger, stretching her deliciously.

She could feel herself approaching the edge again, that precipice of pleasure that threatened to sweep her away.

“Not yet,” Graham commanded, his voice deep and rough with desire. He withdrew his fingers slowly, making her whimper at the loss. “I want you desperate for it. ”

Julia’s chest heaved with each labored breath. The blindfold made her hyper aware of every sound—his controlled breathing, the rustle of sheets as he moved between her legs, the embarrassing wetness between her thighs.

“Graham,” she pleaded, voice breaking. Her hands reached for him blindly.

He caught her wrists, pressing them gently back to the mattress. “Patience.” The bed shifted as he moved up her body, his lips trailing a path of fire from her hip to her belly. He lingered there, placing reverent kisses across the taut skin that housed their child.

“You’re even more beautiful like this,” he murmured against her skin. “Carrying our baby.” His hand moved up her body to her breast. “I could spend my life worshiping every inch of you.”

Graham’s hot kisses moved between her thighs and he resumed his torment, pinning her knees to the mattress and keeping her spread wide for his pleasure.

He sucked hard on her clit, his fingers crooked at an angle and she saw stars.

“Sir,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t—“

“You can,” he assured her, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. “And you will. This is your punishment, kitten.”

Julia whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty and aching. Her body trembled with unfulfilled desire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for release. The darkness behind her blindfold made each touch, each breath an unexpected jolt to her system.

Julia’s body shuddered violently, teetering on the edge of release. Every nerve ending was alight with sensation, her pregnancy heightening every touch, every lick, every breath.

“Graham,” she gasped, her voice barely audible.

He hummed against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her core. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, curling and stretching inside her while his tongue worked magic against her swollen clit.

“Graham. Oh, I’m going to come. Please!” Julia panted, her fists pulling the sheets from the corners of the bed. “Stop, I can’t.” Her hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks from her tears.

Graham’s arms held her thighs tightly and he pulled away from her pussy. “Kitten?” He repeated twice before nipping at the sensitive flesh of her thigh.

“Sir!”

“Answer when spoken to.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her body jerked away from his touch, he slipped two fingers inside her. Anchoring her in place as she trembled.

“Are you saying stop or are you using your safeword? You remember what it is?” How could she forget, they’d teased about the song reference for days until it became a reality. Their safeword was Meatloaf.

“I remember, Sir.” Her eyes met his. “I’m not using it because I don’t need it. I trust my body to you and to take me wherever you see fit. Even if it’s at the edge of my sanity. I trust you as my dominant.”

He leaned in and kissed her soundly. He tasted like her and the faint flavor of coffee. “If that was a ploy to get me to go easy, it backfired.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“For what, baby?”

“For stealing your orgasms.”

“Are we in understanding now?” His voice was soft against her ear.

Julia whined, nodding frantically. “Please, Sir.”

“You say please but it sounds like you want more.”

She groaned at her admission, her face flushing.

“That’s what I thought. Such a good girl for me.”

Julia wiggled on the bed, hoping to pull the blindfold off.

“Nuhu, pretty girl. This game isn’t over until I say it is.” Graham’s breath was hot on her neck. She moaned and arched her pussy against his hand, flooding him with wetness. The squelching made the moment even more perverse.

“Give it to me. That’s it. I can feel you strangling my fingers.”

“Sir, I need to come.” She whined frantically, needing an end to the torment.

”I know.” Graham nipped her shoulder. He whispered in her ear. “Are you allowed?”

“No, Sir.”

“Why not? ”

“Eye contact.”

“Explain.” They both knew. He was a devilish sadist who needed to pry it from her soul.

“I can only come when I look you in the eyes.” Her words faltered into a moan, rocking her hips to put more contact between her swollen pussy and his fingers.

Graham hummed in approval.

“I can’t because I’m bli-ndfolded. Sir.”

“Very good girl. Now was that so hard?”

Graham pulled the blindfold off and her eyes searched then focused on him. “Graham.”

“My beautiful begging submissive.” He kissed her hard, pressing her body against his.

Rising to his knees, Graham shifted between her thighs, his thumb circling her throbbing clit.

“G-Sir, I’ll come.”

“That’s the goal, my beautiful wanton slut.” He paused the motion long enough to drag his nail over the sensitive bud. It sent shockwaves through her.

“I can’t!”

“Why not?” Graham teased her again, she shook beneath him.

“Because I need you inside me. Sir, please.” Her pussy tightened in agreement. She ached to feel the stretch and burn of his cock.

Julia pressed her knees against his sides, urging him to slake her need.

“Who is in charge? ”

“You. You, Sir.”

“So if what I say goes…” He rolled his hips and slowly sank inside her pussy. “I can fuck this tight cunt full of cum until you beg me to stop.”

Several too-short thrusts later, Graham pulled out much to Julia’s protest.

“It also means if I choose to watch you come with an empty pussy then that’s what’s going to happen.”

“Sir?”

“Julia.” Graham smacked her open pussy with the flat of his palm, hitting every overly sensitive inch of her aching slit. “It’s not so fun to tease your dominant when consequences are involved.”

“Fuck!”

Another smack. “Try again.”

“I-I am yours, Sir. Yours as you see fit.”

“Better.” Graham rubbed his cock along her slit, grinning every time she shivered from the sensitivity and need for more contact. “Now to hone in on the rest of the lesson that your body is mine to play with.”

Julia’s hands fell back against the mattress in surrender, her knees falling open and giving him unfettered access to her body.

Graham grabbed the bottle from the nightstand and fisted his cock, slicking himself with lube. He looked at her hungrily. “That’s a good girl. Grab your tits, kitten. You’re going to want to hold onto something.”

He left her no room to question him as he grabbed her hips. He spread his legs and laid her thighs over his. He angled the tip of his shaft against her asshole .

The first bit of pressure had her groaning, her hips automatically arching away from the burning invasion. Graham wasn’t having it and held her tight, allowing gravity to guide him deeper.

Julia gripped the flesh of her breasts, mewling in distress and need as he forced her body to accept his cock regardless of her futile protests. Every jerk only managed to drive him deeper.

Graham’s thumb brushed over her clit, making slow circles to draw out her need as he took what he wanted.

She saw stars before her eyes and she began to shake when the backs of her thighs were flush with his. He was rooted firmly inside her leaving her feeling desperately empty and impossibly full in tandem.

“You fit me so well,” He kissed down the side of neck as he began moving inside of her in slow deliberate strokes. “Like you were made for me. That’s it, let me feel your ass tighten around my cock. Fuck, that’s my good girl.”

Julia couldn’t speak, couldn’t think beyond the overwhelming fullness. Her fingers dug deeper into her breasts, the slight pain a counterpoint to the burning stretch between her legs. Each shallow breath she took shifted him inside her, sending sparks of sensation radiating through her body.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Her eyes fluttered open, finding his face above her. The naked hunger in his gaze made her shiver.

“I want to see your face.” His hands tightened on her hips. “When I take what’s mine. ”

He withdrew slightly before pressing back in, the friction sending a jolt through her that was equal parts pleasure and pain. Julia whimpered, her back arching involuntarily.

“That’s it,” he praised.

“Please,” she gasped, though she wasn’t sure what she was begging for.

Graham chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her. “Please what, kitten? Please stop?” His hips rocked forward slightly, drawing a strangled moan from her lips. “Or please more?”

Her body answered for her, clenching around him instinctively. The burn had transformed into something else entirely—a fullness that bordered on divine agony.

“That’s what I thought.” Graham’s hips moved against her ass as he filled her tightest hole.

“So d-deep.” Her eyes rolled back, her hips arching of their own accord.

Graham cupped her jaw and brushed his mouth over hers. “Look at me.”

Julia looked up and found the same raw need in his eyes. “That’s my good girl. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she mewled.

“Come,” he growled. “That’s it kitten. Let go for me.”

The permission broke something inside her.

And with one final thrust of his fingers and cock, she came undone.

Her whole body trembled as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Julia’s back arched off the bed as pleasure crashed through her in waves, her inner walls clenching around his fingers.

Graham continued his relentless assault, drawing out her orgasm until she was shaking and incoherent.

Julia let the darkness sweep her away, knowing she was in his arms.