Beauty From Surrender Read Online Novels & Stories

Wyatt I sat with Brianna for a while, the shadow of Beau disappearing down the hall a ways. Fingers trailing through her hair, a heady exhale releasing from her. I soaked in the beauty of her ultimate resignation, of the pain, fear, anger, and betrayal handed to me like a sacrifice. All of her faces were breathtaking, this one however was the most at peace and I wanted to watch her dance with that peace and writhe within that sinful ecstasy with weightless transcendent abandon.

I didn’t want to. He responded immediately, His lips pressing harder, his teeth grazing my tits softly, his hands holding, claiming, memorizing me in ways that made me shiver violently. And I let him, letting the fire build, letting the desire consume me entirely, until the world, the house, the night, everything, was nothing but the two of us, entwined, ignited, and impossibly, perfectly together. Because in that moment, I realized something terrifyingly beautiful: surrendering to him like this wasn’t weakness. It was everything.

“You are breaking me. All of you. The blood, the knots, the constant claiming. There is nothing left of me. Nothing. I am gone. I am yours. Just… please… make it stop hurting inside.” The words spilled out in a flood, raw and desperate. My body shook with the force of the breakdown. I no longer fought the slick or the pleasure. I no longer pretended I could resist. All that remained was surrender. Complete, terrifying, liberating surrender. The omega inside me finally yielded, not because my body forced it, but because my mind and heart could no longer hold the weight.

“Use me for your benefit and I will use you because I enjoy your body. Nobody gets hurt.” Nobody, she thought. Nobody… “Now, will you surrender yourself to your wildest desires and continue this game of ours?”

“Oh, it’s beautiful Tom. But you really didn’t have to get me anything” “Anna. As my submissive I want you to wear this”, he responded, ignoring me, “if you agree, then I want you to wear this tomorrow night. Do you want to try it on?” He questioned. I was eager to see how it looked so I nodded. He moved my hair from around my neck and staring straight back at me in the mirror was a hickey obviously given to me by Dan. Before I could try and cover it, Tom noticed. He traced his hand along it, pressing in to see how much pain he could inflict before I said something.

A wave of stale air and a muffled scream hit me. As I went down the stairs, a lady came into view. Like she's been waiting for someone to come save her. The stench that hit me, nearly made me dizzy. What the hell...I stepped down the stairs while she began to struggle against the chair. Her scream muffled by the cloth in her mouth. What she wore left very little to the imagination. Her body was scarred with both healed and I healed wounds. I was in disbelief as I shuffled towards her her doe eyes silently pleading with me to rescue her.

are the first words from my mouth. The room is huge, elegant, and classy. I immediately rushed into the bathroom. It’s there. The jacuzzi. I can’t help the squeal that comes out of my mouth. The living room connects to the main bedroom. The large window gives a full view of London’s beautiful night lights. I close my eyes and listen to the rhythmic tapping of the rain. When I open them, he is standing beside me, studying me with a solemn face. “What’s your name?” His deep voice rumbles in the otherwise silent room.

Asher looked up at me in shock, as I now laid on top of him, readjusting myself as I sat straddling him, with nothing separating us but our underwear, I could already feel the effect I was having on him, his hardness pressing against my panties…and I have to say, I liked it. “I quite like this angle.” Asher said with a seductive smile, and I smiled back. Trying to be brave, I unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor, exposing my now naked breasts to the man beneath me, and I saw his eyes drifting over me, as he chewed his lower lip. His chest rising and falling rapidly, telling me his heart had to be racing as much as my own. “You are so fucking perfect.” He murmured, giving me butterflie

Not now. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cool hardwood floor a shock against her bare feet, and crossed to the window. Lifting the curtains, she let the morning light spill in, soft and golden, painting the room in hues of hope. The suburban street outside was quiet. “Feels like forever since I’ve felt like this,” she whispered to herself, pressing her palm against the cool glass. “Since I’ve felt… peace.” The word tasted foreign, like a melody she’d forgotten how to sing. No weight of Eleanor’s threats, no shadow of a hitman’s hands on her throat, no ache of Richard, Just the gentle rhythm of home.

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.