Surrender To Me Novels & Stories

I kick the embers of the dying fire. "Fine," I say to the empty room. My voice is raspy with disuse. "You win." I’m going home. And I’m going to do the one thing I swore I would never do. I’m going to surrender. I’m coming for her. And God help anyone who gets in my way. Including me.

“Getting warmer. But the bidding must go higher. I want everything. What is your final offer?” I took a deep, shuddering breath. This was it. The ultimate act of surrender. “I offer my will,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. “I offer my mind, my body, my soul. I offer to be your toy, your slave, your thing. I offer to give up everything I am, to become nothing but what you want me to be. I offer to be your masterpiece, to be used and displayed and marked as you see fit. I offer my complete and utter surrender. Not just for tonight. But forever. That is my final bid.”

He’ll take what he wants and not care if it’s what I want. The tip of his blade is on my labia. I close my eyes, desperate to leave my body. To shut out everything and leave this life to meet my maker. I don’t know if heaven and God exist, but decaying in the dirt would be better than the life I’m living.

I pleaded silently, feeling the cold grip of fear tighten around my heart. I was trapped in this cycle of torment, and now he was about to join me. 96 NINA He was mine, and I savored every moment of his descent into darkness. “Embrace it,” I whispered, stepping closer, my breath warm against his skin. “You will find ecstasy in surrender. Let go of your past, and become one with me.” His eyes widened as he felt the weight of my power envelop him. “This is your new reality,” I promised, watching as he succumbed to the pleasure I offered.

"Just let go. Let me have you." And I did. I let go. I surrendered to the storm, to the pleasure, to the pain. I let him have me, body and soul. I came again, a silent, shuddering release that left me boneless and breathless. He followed me over the edge a moment later, his own release a hot, possessive flood that marked me as his.

What she still belongs to, whether she admits it or not. Antonio can guard her doors. He can watch the streets. He can stand in the dark and pretend that makes him untouchable. But he can’t guard her mind. And that’s where I live. I pick up my phone, scrolling once, then stopping. Not to call her. Not yet. Silence is more effective. Silence lets fear grow its own roots. I smile faintly. She’ll learn. They both will. Because surrender isn’t something you choose once and walk away from.

"If there's a next life... I'll cherish you... I'll give you everything you want... a baby, a family, real love..." Tears streamed down my face. "I'll trade it all, Maria. The money, the power... my life. Just for one more chance..." A sob broke from my throat. "I was a king of ashes," I choked out. "And you were the only flower that ever grew in it. And I burned you. I love you. Christ, Maria, I love you, and it was my own hands that destroyed you." The call disconnected again. I collapsed on the floor, clutching the phone, and wept.

During the helicopter ride back, I remained silent. According to the instructions in that strange text, I just had to continue living a numb, obedient existence for two more days, and then I would die. It promised to reward me with a second life, and honestly, that wasn’t that hard. I had held on for so long. Waiting two more days until my death made no difference. The moment we stepped off the helicopter, a slender figure stood in the way of the exit. The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up.

“I don’t want you to make me feel safe because Father frightened me.” “What do you want?” “To surrender.” The words came softly but without hesitation. “Not because I’m helpless. Not because I need someone stronger to save me.” She looked directly into my eyes. “I want to surrender because I choose you.” Desire struck hard enough to make the shadows move. Still, I stepped back. “Write it,” I said. “Then bring it to me tomorrow.” Naomi held the notebook against her chest. “And if nothing changes?” “Then tomorrow night, every command I give will begin with the choice you made tonight.”

Her pussy was completely exposed. I adjusted the height until her toes barely brushed the floor. Enough to support her weight. Enough to keep her helpless. I stepped in front of her. “Look at me,” I said. Her eyes met mine. Green. Fierce. But there was something softer underneath. Something that wanted to be broken open. I reached up. Cupped her face with both hands. My thumbs stroked her cheekbones. “You are strong,” I said. “I see it in the way you hold yourself. But strength is not what I need today. I need surrender. I need you to give me your body. Your control. Your pain. Your pleasure. Can you do that for me?”