Submit and Surrender

chapter 15


Ford decided to have some mercy. He sent Adra a text ordering her to come meet him.

He’d been in her office for about fifteen minutes, wondering how long it would take her to come looking for him, but he didn’t want to torture her needlessly. Over an hour should be more than sufficient.

His favorite part was when he heard her rush up to her own office door, stop, and then knock. On her own door: she knocked.

She was his sub.

“Come in,” he said.

Adra opened the door, entered, and quickly closed it behind her, leaning back against it after she did so. She looked a little breathless, a little flushed, a lot turned on. She couldn’t take her eyes off him the whole time.

She looked f*cking amazing.

“Where were you?” he asked.

“Giving an interview,” she said.

Ford threw his head back and laughed. “On camera?”

“Yes,” she said, eyes flashing. “You made me look like…”

“Like what?”

She didn’t answer.

“What were you thinking about?”

“You,” she whispered.

Ford pushed himself back from her desk. He was sprawled in her big chair, feeling very much lord of the realm, and he wanted her to see it. Besides, she’d need room.

“Be specific,” he ordered.

“You, f*cking me,” she said, without hesitation. Then she licked her lips. “Your cock.”

Ford heard himself growl.

“Come here,” he said.

F*ck, just the way she walked. He could tell she was so swollen and primed that she could feel every step. He’d make her feel a whole lot more in about a minute.

Adra stopped right in front of him, her back straight, her breasts out, her head slightly down. Beautiful. Everything about her was always so damn perfect.

He pulled her closer, between his sprawled legs, and said, “On your knees.”

Adra bit her lip, smiling, and then obeyed.

There was a beat. A moment. She was staring at his erection, already so visible through his slacks. Ford wanted to see what she’d do.

Finally she looked up at him, through those long eyelashes, and he just couldn’t f*cking wait anymore.

“Suck me,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

And she freed his now aching cock with an expression approaching actual awe. The pure lust he saw there made his cock jump, and Adra smiled as she bent down and took him in her mouth.

Ford groaned.

She felt f*cking incredible. Just like he knew she would.

His body moved on its own, thrusting gently into her mouth, moving with her while her tongue worked a f*cking miracle. Ford threaded one hand through her hair and took hold, wanting her to know who was in control, as if she could forget.

“Be careful,” he managed to rasp.

And then he turned the bullet on.

Adra moaned long and loud and the vibrations carried through to his dick, driving him higher. Jesus, she was good. He had been thinking he’d come in her mouth, but watching her, feeling her on him, knowing she was feeling it too—he wanted to bury himself in her.

“Get up,” he said, and pulled her off of him, pulling her up to her own desk.

He pushed her down on that desk. He looked at her wet lips, her lidded eyes, her flushed skin.

And then he thrust his hand between her legs.


Adra jack-knifed forward as she moaned again, her hands going to his arm instinctively. She was so sensitive by now, so goddamn sensitive.

He was gentle as he could be, even though his hard-on demanded he be quick.

He reached between her legs and pulled out the bullet.

She looked up at him, brows furrowed, apparently past the point of thinking and only missing the sensation. He was almost there, himself.

F*ck waiting.

He pushed her flat on the desk, held her down with his hand between her breasts, and entered her.

Slowly.

So f*cking slowly.

So slowly they could both feel every single inch, and Adra’s expression went from desperate to delirious, her hands pulling at him, her body pulling at him.

And then, when they were both on the point of setting fire to the world if they didn’t get what they needed, he started to move.

He angled himself to hit her g-spot and thrust as deep, as strong, as long as he could, watching her writhe and moan and beg as he held her down with his thumb on her *, like she was speaking in tongues, like she’d lost all sense. She came almost immediately, and she came hard, so hard that Ford had to grab hold of something, force himself not to come with her. And then after that, Ford let go.

He buried himself as deep in Adra as he could get, and he just let go.

By the time he was done, they’d cleared the desk. The chair was tipped over. The office in shambles.

Both of them laid out, done.

Happy.

When he had the strength, Ford propped himself up on his forearms and kissed Adra deeply before pulling out, hating to lose contact with her. She rewarded him with one of those little sounds, like a mix between a whimper and moan, one of the many things she did that drove him wild.

He brushed the hair out of her face and said, “You ok to walk?”

Adra laughed, looked off to the side, covered her eyes with her hand. “I don’t know. Probably?”

Ford kissed her again. Couldn’t help it.

When Adra finally caught her breath again, she said, “How about you?”

“I’ll manage,” he said. “Barely.”

A strong man could always admit weakness, after all. And this woman was his kryptonite.

He touched her face, and she looked up at him. She looked different now than she had this morning. He’d knew he’d done that, or at least he’d helped. He’d do it all the time if he could.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, and smiled up at him.

F*cking heaven.

Then he remembered what she’d said about her morning, and he gave her an evil grin. “So how was the interview?” he asked.

Adra pushed him back into her own chair, laughing, and did her best to fix her near ruined skirt.

“You are a brute,” she said, grinning back.

“Only when it counts,” he said.

“You’re lucky I always keep a change of clothes here.”

“You should start keeping two.”

Adra paused, and gave him a sidelong glance.

“I don’t know how you can still make me blush, Ford Colson,” she said, shaking her head while she quickly changed clothes.

“I’m good at it, that’s how,” he said. He watched her carefully. “So how was the interview?”

Adra shrugged. “They wanted to know about Derrick.”

Ford stifled the impulse to go hit the nearest member of the media. Of course they asked about Derrick. They didn’t have anything on the movie production, because it was kept so under wraps, so that was all they cared about—those rumors of an affair. Rumors that had no basis in fact. Rumors that only hurt Adra.

“I’m sorry, Adra,” he said. “I should have guessed.”

“I told them…” Adra paused and looked at him. Questioning. Like she was hesitating, trying to figure out if she should say whatever it was she was thinking.

He didn’t like that.

“What?” he said.

“I told them I’d never be the other woman,” she said quietly. “Which is true, obviously. But I meant more that…I don’t know. I have my pride.”

It was the look on her face that got him, though. The look on Adra’s face. Because he couldn’t read it. Not entirely. All he could see was that uncertainty, that wariness, that expression she had when she was guarding something painful.

And he had no idea why.

“What’s wrong?” he said, standing up. His strength had come back full force; all he wanted to do was hold her.

But Adra backed away. A half-step, but in the wrong direction.

“Ford,” she said, again like she was trying to pick her words. “Your wife…”

“My ex-wife,” he corrected.

“Your ex-wife.” Adra nodded.

They stood in silence.

Finally, Ford said, “Adra, what do you want to know?”

“You never talk about it,” she said, picking another blouse out of her office closet.

“I told you why.”

“You said it wasn’t relevant,” Adra said, looking up at him while she did up the last buttons.

“Exactly,” Ford said.

“Ford,” Adra said, softly. “Is that really possible?”

It was hard to tell if Adra was asking about Ford’s life, or her own. Ford figured it was a little bit of both. Whatever it was that was getting to her, whatever it was that had been bringing her down—whatever was going on with her brother, most likely—it was something she dearly wished was no longer relevant to her life.

That, and maybe she wondered whether Ford had really moved on from his disastrous first marriage. That last possibility was, for various reasons, bittersweet. He didn’t like having his motives or mental state questioned in any way, shape, or form. But he damn well liked the idea that she cared about it.

“Is it really possible?” she asked again. And this time she sounded hopeful.

Ford smiled, and pulled her in so he could kiss her on the forehead.

“Anything’s possible, Adra,” he said. “And I promise you, Claudia is not part of my life. I’ll see you later tonight.”

***

In fact, Ford saw Adra again almost immediately. And for f*ck’s sake, he wished he hadn’t.

At least not the way it happened.

He left her office, intending to make sure everything on this godforsaken production was still running smoothly so that they could get out of his club on schedule, and the first thing he saw was his ex-wife.

Of all the damn luck.

Claudia was dressed to intimidate, her eyes hidden behind giant sunglasses, her mouth smiling and flirting with some production assistant. Standing next to her, looking bored, was Jesse.

His ex-wife, and his ex-best man, standing in the middle of Volare.

He’d been prepared for this, and he was gratified, if not surprised, to see that it didn’t really affect him directly. But he was surprised that it affected him at all. Because his first thought was to get these people the hell away from Adra.

He’d just left Adra looking contemplative and vulnerable, and wondering about his ex-wife, and then, like his ex had been summoned by some demonic ritual, here Claudia was. And Ford was gripped by the absolute need not to have this ugliness ever touch Adra. By the need to protect her from…all of it. From his previous life, from the ways people could treat each other, from the cold, hard fact that most people in the world just couldn’t be trusted.

He didn’t even care that it didn’t make sense. He just knew he’d left Adra feeling wary again, knew from how scared she was of love that she must already have reasons not to trust people to treat her right, and he’d be damned if she ran into another one of those reasons. He’d be absolutely damned if he let these two ambush Adra in the one place she should be comfortable.

Yeah, it wasn’t his most rational thinking. But Adra had that affect on him.

So he walked over there, and excused the production assistant.

Claudia and Jesse stared.

Claudia spoke first. Jesse still couldn’t look him in the eye. All these years, and Jesse still couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Ford,” Claudia said. “It’s nice to see you.”

“I wish I could say the same, Claudia,” Ford said. “But this isn’t a good time. What are you doing here?”

“Well, we were looking at schools for Andrew in the area, and we thought we’d stop by to check the club out in person,” Claudia said.

The name ‘Andrew,’ said so casually, like it was just another name of just another child.

It pierced through Ford like a stiletto.

And it took Claudia a beat or two to remember why, but the exact moment she did was clear on her face. There was an uncomfortable silence.

“We were just looking around,” Jesse finally said. “We apologize for the intrusion—we should have realized, with the movie—”

“How did you even get in?” Ford demanded. Security was still a joke.

“Jesse called one of the producers,” Claudia said. She sounded subdued now. “Remember I told you he did some work on the financing.”

“You’ll have to come back another time,” Ford said. He was done with this. “We offer tours for exactly this purpose, and we’ll be in touch with new applicants as soon as filming is complete.”

“Of course,” Jesse said. For a moment it looked like he might extend his hand.

He decided against it.


Claudia stayed back while her husband turned to leave, her eyes locked on Ford’s. Then, hesitantly, she reached out and touched the back of Ford’s hand.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

It didn’t help that Ford knew she meant it. Claudia might have been a bad wife to him, but she wasn’t a bad person. Real people were never that simple. She could be supremely selfish, and had made more mistakes than many, but the woman had a working heart.

None of that mattered anymore to Ford. He’d made his peace with it.

But when he turned around and saw who’d been watching the entire time, he saw that it apparently mattered to Adra.