Secret Surrender

She sat hidden on the closed balcony of the night club; the mistress of Surrender. Tonight was no different than the others, she was dressed in a new outfit as she rarely wore anything twice and while there was a strict dress code for attendance at Surrender, she was never one to follow the rules she set for others. A pristine set of pearls closed around her slender neck three times and a cream lace dress hugged her skin from her shoulders to her mid thigh. The dress had a deep v in the front and she could pull the material away from her body and drape it just below her shoulders to expose her breasts if necessary. Of course, the lace being see through as it were, gave a delicate and lucid covering atop her pink skin and her darker pink nipples.

She could see everything from her hidden dwelling in the balcony, the women consistently dressing in tacky outfits far contrasting her own, attempting to attract the men and the men desperately hoping they wouldn’t be “friend-zoned” by another woman. Surrender was the most sought after location to imbibe and lose oneself in their desires and everyone knew the closed balcony was invitation only. And yet, no one seemed to know how to even breach the guest list. Furthermore, no one came close to being acquainted with anyone who had actually been invited into the secret sanctum. Most nights, however, no one was invited though many wouldn’t believe that fact considering the fiction stories that were shared across the city and social media. There wasn’t a formula for acceptance that someone could concoct, just rumors of names who were worthy enough, rumors that couldn’t be farther from the truth. She knew, however, as she was the one who chose them. It never mattered if they were men or women or if they were famous or undiscovered. She would watch them, see the way their bodies moved among the crowd. Something about the people she selected, they were different; they were enigmatic, without words they emanated a divergence from the status quo and she wanted to explore them.

He walked into the club and made sure to take mental note of the people he’d soon be immersing himself into. Surrender wasn’t the type of place he’d typically find himself as he was more of a one on one sort of guy. He’d prefer to pull up a seat at the bar top inside of a low key dive and get to know someone or at least the bartender if there wasn’t someone more interesting. He realized he was only here since he’d promised to accommodate his coworkers’ incessant requests to check things out. They too heard the rumors and since they were traveling for work they figured why not spare time for a visit and possibly find themselves among the lucky few. Perhaps they could “unlock the door” to the coveted balcony.

From the moment he crossed the threshold she took notice. She could tell how underwhelmed he was by the space and the people, that intrigued her and more than anything amused her. She watched him but almost instantly knew tonight he’d be coming to the balcony. After she’d seen enough she sent her personal security escort to retrieve him. Surprisingly, from her vantage point, she could see he wasn’t resisting which convinced her further he was worthy of her time. She never told the security escorts what to say, she just told them to convince them. Plenty of people refused not realizing what they were turning down but those lucky and willing to explore themselves never regretted their decision.

As he entered her dwelling she welcomed him but held up an immaculate metal folding fan to cover her face.

-“No shortchanging on the mystery huh?” He responded quickly as he chuckled.

-“One can never be too careful in this line of work, but for some I’m willing to share my face.”

-“Is that why I’m here? You want to share your face with me?”

-“Among other things, if you want. You still have the free will to leave and yet, I don’t think you’ll walk away but I could be wrong.”

-“I’m intrigued and while this establishment isn’t the type to pique my interests, your mystery does.”

She slowly lowered the fan and closed it between her hands. She offered a smile, one that he couldn’t help but mirror.

-“I offer myself, nothing more, nothing less. A connection with a human being that isn’t interested in the shallow, vapid existence that often brings people here. Ironic isn’t it, that I’d be the proprietor of such a place, but how that happened is a story for another time. However, you’re here aren’t you, so despite the fact that most days clones walk through my door, there’s always a diamond in the rough. Ultimately, nothing can happen here or everything can happen here. We can talk, we can drink, we can even fuck. You decide.” As she stopped talking a large grin spread across her face and she was hopeful for any version of the night he’d choose.

-“I’ll take a drink, whatever you recommend.” He pulled over the tall bar stool and examined her features, her eyes, her smile, her movements that seemed fluid and far from nervous in spite of knowing nothing about who he was or what he might be capable of. Though he remembered the security detail and figured she had reason to feel immune to any danger.

They spent the next hour talking about art, books, music, performance art and more. One subject easily progressed to the next as they found more and more commonalities between them and of course interesting differences that they wanted to explore further. One thing leading to the next, as he shared a joke he’d heard recently she laughed and rested her hand against his leg. Something about her touch embolden his growing confidence and he saw this as an opening. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her body to his. His other hand found itself against her cheek, fingers pushing into her hair and pulling her face to his. He kissed her hard and passionately, surprising even himself. Their lips crashing into one another. They quickly both realized they wanted more as their tongues breach past lips into mouth.

Something about her provoked his carnal side as kissing her lips quickly transitioned to kissing her neck and grazing her skin with his teeth. He could feel her pulse quicken in the veins just beneath her skin. She leaned back and accepted everything he was offering. Her hands dove into his hair and she pulled him to her, she felt somehow she couldn’t get enough of him but that she would try her damnedest. He continued to trail his lips down to her chest and his hands instinctively pulled the lace from her skin, baring her breasts to him. His mouth explored every inch of her flesh. He suckled and nibbled each nipple causing her to moan every so slightly. His cock began to stir and he was living for every verbal confirmation of her pleasure. He pulled her buttocks to the edge of the stool and leaned her body back as the palm of his hand slid down her chest between her breasts and over her stomach. He knelt down and pushed open her legs and began to kiss and bite her inner thighs. Again her cries of pleasure inspired his desire to proceed and encouraged a healthy blood flow to his manhood.

His mouth and tongue discovered her swollen clit and began to deliver wave after wave of pleasure stemming from her cunt and traveling out into her veins, her limbs, and every inch of her skin. Her body felt as though lightning were trapped inside of a bottle looking for a way out while creating a debilitating rapture. As his mouth moved over her pussy, one of his hands massaged her breasts and his nimble fingers pinched and pulled her nipples. Her body effortlessly submitted to his will and the hand he used to massage her breasts slowly traveled down between her legs and began to massage her labia. As his tongue and lips focused on her clit he slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to administer even more pleasure. She stabilized herself on the stool and couldn’t hide the moans escaping her mouth. She begged him not to stop and for him to make her cum.

He continued to finger her pussy and suck on her clit transitioning between the tip of his tongue for deliberate and precise movements to his whole tongue licking and then sucking. His fingers began to coax out moan after moan and she dug one set of nails into the wood of the stool and the other set into his shoulder. She threw her head back and in a split second a bright wave of light enveloped all of her senses as she began to experience one of the most amazing orgasms she could remember. Oxygen was stolen from her and she was gasping for air as every moan left her more breathless than the one before. Her body spilling out onto his face as he revelled in his victory.

She slowly regained her composure and caught her breath. She pulled his face to her own and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. Her hand traveled down his torso to the bulge between his legs, still trapped behind his slacks. She rubbed the palm of her hand along the length of his shaft and simply said “your turn” as she sank down onto her knees.

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