Blissful Surrender by MC Fields
Greetings readers! Today I’m sharing Blissful Surrender by MC Fields — this is a sexy little novella that we published over at Deep Desires Press. If you’re looking for some hot hot hot sex and quick weekend read, this is just what you’re looking for!
Blurb:
Justin is a Mixed Martial Arts instructor who has been enlisted by the ruling Mohawk Matriarchs to help protect the most vulnerable women in their community. Since then he has devoted his life to empowering women.
Marie is a free-spirited aircraft mechanic determined to live life to the fullest. And she’s Justin’s student.
Justin is the best martial arts instructor Marie has ever had. He is also the subject of her raunchy sexual fantasies. Unfettered by the traditional roles of women in society, she’s unafraid to show Justin what she wants, but he’s having none of it.
After Justin saves her from being attacked, Marie realizes her feelings go deeper than sexual attraction alone. She knows that Justin is reluctant to have sex with a student but pursues him brazenly nonetheless. But she doesn’t know that Justin is guarded for another reason: he is able to call up the Shadow of the Leopard, a mysterious force that once led him to kill two cops.
As the attraction between them intensifies, Justin is forced to make a decision: keep walking the tightrope he is on, or surrender to Marie and risk putting the school in jeopardy or even worse….
Excerpt:
Justin had to work to keep his eyes off her and made sure that he was looking at just her eyes when he looked at her. Luckily, he was drawn to her eyes — they glinted a sparkling magic blue when she smiled, which was often. Her thick reddish brown hair flowed just below her gently muscled shoulders as she moved almost effortlessly across the floor. He would sometimes forget to breathe when a few tendrils of her silky hair came to rest in the moisture that would form on her chest near one of her breasts.
As he looks directly at her with this thought in mind, she winks at him and he feels a twinge near the base of his testicles. An old saying from long ago pops into his mind: She’s got wrench eyes because every time she looks at me my nuts tighten up.
He quickly discards the thought and looks away from her purposefully. “Again!” he shouts with such force that a few students actually flinch, but they set themselves again quickly and prepare to begin. “Two minutes, jab and right cross with a left hook followed by a front kick combination with speed.” Justin demonstrates the move with lightning quickness and devastating force. Everyone is impressed when he does this because it looks so surreal coming from such a powerfully built man and it extends the promise that they might be able to do something like that one day if they followed him. So they followed him almost fanatically. “Let the music guide your pace,” Justin bellows out as he begins to recover from Marie’s distraction.
The Mob Rules by Black Sabbath is one of Justin’s favorites and it blares from the speakers he has placed at the front of the gymnasium as he prowls like a panther through their three ranks, correcting, feinting, and working with all of them. On rare occasions he even smiles.
It is a dark destructive sounding heavy metal song, but that is what Justin wants them to have in their intentions when they fight … destruction. This is a class of all women and he is proud of that and proud of them for sticking with his harrowing workout routine. He feels like a father to all of them since he’s almost fifty and the oldest of them is barely over thirty.
“You get what you put into this world so when in doubt try love first,” he shouts above the music. “But if love fails you, if you are attacked and an attacker persists then destruction must be your aim until that attacker is no longer a threat.” They have heard it all before and they love it. They never get tired of it, most of these twenty-five that are in this class have been with him for almost three years and they are devoted to this workout.
Justin begins to move with a purpose as his favorite verse begins. It speaks of ruin that will come to you if you toy with powerful elemental spirits. He cannot believe it is coincidence that this part of the song is blaring as he approaches Marie. He swats at her head and she ducks just barely under his outstretched arm to finish the combination smoothly. “Good,” he says, “but you have to maintain proper rotation to develop your power. Concentrate, Marie.” She does the movement again. “Better, but you have to keep working on that rotation, Marie.”
He is leaning in as he says this and she purses her lips and motions a soft kiss towards him while smiling at him mischievously and performing the combination. Justin feels that familiar twinge at the base of his testicles again as an image of them together flashes in his mind.
They are covered in sweat and he is on top of her sliding his cock into her from behind and feels like he is about to come as she turns her head to look at him, moans softly, closes her eyes, and pushes back with her hips to sink his cock deeper into her soaking pussy.
As she opens her eyes again he cups her head before placing his lips on hers and softly sucking her tongue into his mouth while grinding his hips into her ass.
The image is gone within a second, but it leaves him speechless and she smiles again as he turns away.
“Thirty seconds, pick it up,” Justin bellows as he struggles to regain his composure.
• • •
Marie watches him move towards her and immediately imagines him on top of her…thrusting his cock into her as she moans and digs her fingers into his ass. He holds himself up with his arms and his biceps bulge as he sinks his cock into her and she drives her hips up towards him.
But she knows that he is going to assess her movements so she had better be ready. She focuses her attention as he approaches and forces herself to breathe and relax. He pauses as he nears her and she knows it’s coming and forces a breath out just as his hand snakes out towards her head.
It was not nearly his fastest jab but it was as fast as she had seen him swing at anybody. She reacts without thinking, leaning slightly to the left and ducking just barely under his outstretched hand as he had taught her many times. Her spirit soars at the closeness of the blow she just so flawlessly avoided and punctuates the movement with a crisp combination.
She knows it was good, but she still loves to hear him say it. He locks his eyes on her when he both compliments and challenges her. She can tell that he exists just for her in this moment, for him no one else exists except the student in front of him. It is a magical gift that enthralls all of them in the class. He makes each one feel uniquely gifted and important and he does it effortlessly.
But no one else matters when he stands in front of her because no one else matters for him. He totally belongs to her in these few seconds. He has given himself to her as much as she has to him.
This motivates as well as excites her. She drives herself to will more destructive force into the combination and feels her movement gain a little more power.
It feels like she is an instrument and he is plucking the right strings to produce what he wants and she loves the feeling of being finely tuned by him. She has become much stronger and faster since joining his class and she can feel it. She is totally committed to doing whatever he says to see what she can become.
His training has permeated every part of her life and she feels herself transforming. This morning she did something she did not think she was capable of with a very important customer of the company where she worked as an aircraft mechanic. She took control of the conversation and salvaged a deteriorating situation.
Bob Elder was a no-nonsense pilot who had made a small fortune building an air delivery service to the North. But at over six foot, two inches tall and well over three hundred pounds, most of his flying days were over. He stood in front of her that morning, flanked by her apprentice Jordan and her boss Mel, demanding that they finish with his engine so he could get another of his aircraft back in the air making money.
Before her training, she might have felt a little intimidated by the three large men around her, since Mel was around the same size as Bob, while Jordan looked like a younger, more slender version of both men. But instead she watched Bob like a hunter waiting for an opportunity to strike and she found it when he said, “I can’t lose any more money on this engine, I need this thing in the air.”
“But for how long!” She had almost shouted the statement at Bob which galvanized the stares of all three men towards her. “You are at the top repair shop in the province, talking to the top mechanic in that shop!” She couldn’t believe she said that but she was encouraged by the pleased looks on both Jordan’s and Mel’s faces.
She continued, “Look around this bay and you will see that nothing else is being worked on. Everything is devoted to getting your engine serviceable and keeping it that way so you keep making money and spending it here only when you need us.” This was only partially bullshit; there were two other engines in the bay, but they were both waiting on parts.
“We want you to make money, Bob, but you need to keep this aircraft in the air and I need to get working on this engine to make sure it does.” She said this last part in a much softer tone and she could see by the calm look on Bob’s face that she had won him over. Mel was grinning from ear to ear.
She was still riding the high from this morning, she felt like she was in total control and she knew it was due to Justin’s training.
