Surrender To Me (Surrender Series Book 1)

by Thee Tasha Marie

“You don’t have to be in the room to be the richest, just the most talented.”

“You want the funding? You spend the rest of the weekend with me. No distractions. No outside world. Just us.”

“So what happens now?” His smirk deepened. And then, in a voice that was pure heat and command, he said, “Now? You walk inside and you do exactly as I say.”

“Expect,” he finally said, “that I’m gonna give you exactly what you came for.” “And what do you think that is?” I asked, my voice way too breathy for my liking.

“You spent all night trying to impress muthafuckas who wouldn’t know real ambition if it slapped them in the face,” he murmured. “You’re so tense from working and fighting for every inch of success, you don’t even know what it feels like to just let go.”

“That’s what this weekend is,” he said, voice low and unrushed. “You don’t make decisions. You don’t stress about outcomes. You don’t plan shit. You let me take care of everything.”

I handed the blunt back to him, licking the remnants of smoke off my lips. “You always roll them this good?” “I do everything… good.”

“So this is how you start things off? Get me high, get me nice, then see if I change my mind?” He exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his eyes still locked on mine. “Honey,” he said, voice smooth as silk, “you wouldn’t be here if you had any intention of changing your mind. I told you what’s up already. There’s no turning back.”

“You came here on the terms of you surrendering yourself to me,” he murmured, reaching down and gripping my jaw lightly, tilting my head up to face him.

A fucking rose and I could tell it was brand new. Cleaned and ready to go. My breath stalled, heat flooding my skin, my fingers instinctively tugging against the silk restraints. He saw my reaction and grinned. Slow. Dangerous. Wicked.

“You like being tied down,” he mused, his free hand skimming up my stomach, tracing the curve of my ribcage, never quite giving me the full touch I wanted. “You like a nigga having control.”

I whimpered, my body already trembling in anticipation, but Legend wasn’t in a hurry. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, dragging the dildo against my pussy slowly. It was torturous. “So wet for a nigga.”

“You surrendered to the pleasure. To me,” he said, his voice a lazy rasp. “And you’re still coming down from it.”

“You don’t exactly strike me as the domestic type.” Legend chuckled, turning back to the stove. “Shit, I’m not but I know how to take care of a woman.”

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice pure dominance, full of unshakable command. I swallowed. “Say what?” “That you like it,” he said, brushing his thumb slowly down my throat and then his fingers clasped around it. Not hurting me one bit. If anything, it turned me on more.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” “Get what?” His expression softened just slightly like he was seeing something in me that I wasn’t seeing myself. “You don’t belong in those rooms begging for money,” he said, his voice smooth but firm, like an undeniable truth. “You’re tryna build something real, something that people need. You just needed the right person to back you.”

“I don’t know. This was supposed to be simple. But he…” “He what?” I chewed my bottom lip. “He doesn’t just want my body. He actually wants to help my business. He listens. He pays attention.”

when was the last time you had a nigga cook for you?” I tilted my head, watching him. “Never. I don’t think Ramen counts.” We shared a laugh as he shook his head. “Exactly,” he countered. “So, enjoy this so I can enjoy you.”

It had been so long since I just… felt. Since I let myself get lost in a song, in a moment. Legend must have noticed, because before I could say anything else, he extended his hand.

“You like what you see?” I teased, but my voice came out soft, shaky, and breathless. Legend smirked, then stood, towering over me, peeling his wife beater off with one fluid motion. “Nah, I don’t like it,” he murmured, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his basketball shorts. I frowned slightly, heart pounding. “You don’t?” His smirk deepened. “I fucking love it.” And then, he dropped his shorts. I swear to God, my brain short-circuited. My eyes widened, my breath hitched, and my entire body froze in place. His dick was huge.

“You look nervous, baby.” I swallowed, my throat dry as hell. “I just…” He lifted a brow, smirking. “You just what?” I exhaled, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just know you’re about to put me through this fucking mattress.”

“That,” he groaned, brushing his lips against my jaw, my throat and my collarbone, “is a fucking guarantee.”

“Fuck, you smell good,” he muttered, his thumbs brushing over my inner thighs, spreading me even wider. I bit my lip, my hips rocking slightly, trying to pull him closer. He lifted a brow, amused. “You want me to suck on this pussy so badly, huh?” I glared, my voice breathless. “Legend...” “Spread your legs for me,” he ordered.

Then, he licked me. One slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, from the very bottom to the very top, before sealing his lips around my clit.

Lawdddddddddd

His tongue was hot and devastating, licking, teasing, sucking, like he was thirsty for my juices. Like he was feeding off my reactions, off every moan, every tremble, every desperate attempt to grind against his mouth.

he finally lifted his gaze to mine, his lips were shiny, his beard was wet as hell and his eyes were completely blown with hunger. “Look at that beautiful mess,”

No one—no fucking one—had ever made me feel like this. I had thought I knew my body. Thought I knew pleasure, thought I knew what it meant to be satisfied. I had been so fucking wrong. This shit was crazy.

“Legend!” He slowly licked over my asshole, teasing me with strokes of his tongue. “Oh my Godddd...” I gasped, my fingers digging into the sheets, my thighs shaking uncontrollably. Legend smirked against my skin. “You better not run from it.”

What kind of man enjoys completely ruining a woman like this? I sucked in a shaky breath, my mind spinning, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. “Why are you doing this to me?” I whispered, my voice breathless, wrecked, almost pleading.

“Because you deserve this,” he murmured, his voice dark, slow, full of certainty.

“Legend, please...” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Please what, baby?” he questioned, his lips teasing against my shoulder. I quivered, glancing back at him, my eyes half-lidded, hazy, desperate. “Tell a nigga what you need,” he demanded. “You,” I finally whispered, my voice barely audible. “I need you.”

Then, he started moving. Long, deep strokes, filling me to the brim, hitting every single spot inside me that made me moan, whimper, shake. “Legend... fuck..." “That’s it,” he growled. “Take all this dick, sweetheart. I know you can.”

“When I tell you cum on this dick, don’t hold back,” he commanded, his pace fast, deep and so fucking perfect. “Y-yes. Fuck, yessss…” “Good girl,” he groaned. “Cum on this dick, baby. Let me feel it.”

“Physically. Financially. Sexually. However they need.” I swallowed, my stomach tightening slightly. “So I’m not the first?” “No.” A small, strange sting settled in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. “But I meant what I said, Honey. You are different. I fucks with you,” Legend added smoothly, pinning me with his gaze. “You’re not just taking what I’m offering. You’re questioning that shit. That tells me you’re built for more.”

“Eat up, sweetheart,” he murmured, standing up and leaning down to kiss my lips. “You’re gonna need the energy.”

“You keep staring like that, you’re gonna end up in trouble sooner than later,” Legend smirked, stepping into the pool with slow, deliberate movements. “Please,” I shot back, before stepping down into the warm water. “I’ve already seen all there is to see.” Legend’s smirk deepened as he swam closer, his body moving through the water way too effortlessly. “Hmm,” he murmured, reaching out to pull me against him, “And yet, you look a little weak in the knees, baby.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just respect stories about power and the people who know how to use it.”

“Most people work their whole lives trying to survive,” he said, spinning his wine glass slowly between his fingers. “They wake up, go to a job they hate, come home, and repeat until they die. They don’t own a second of their time. That’s the real trap.”

“You don’t ever want more than just… moments?” I asked, watching the fire flicker. “More is overrated,” he said, his voice smooth and unwavering. “People spend their whole lives chasing ‘more’ and miss what’s right in front of them.”

“You take it so good, baby,” he murmured, licking and teasing before sliding two fingers inside me, curling them just right.

“I believe in you, Honey,” he said smoothly, his voice low, sincere.

“You ain’t gotta say anything,” he cut in gently. “Just take it. Use it. Build something that outlasts us.” His words hit something deep in me because no one had ever said that to me before. “If this had been another life or a different time,” Legend continued, voice lower now, almost contemplative, “we would’ve been something.”

Life was good. No, fuck that. Life was great. I had done exactly what I set out to do. I had built something of my own and the best part? I was different now. I carried myself with more confidence. Unapologetically. I spoke with certainty and moved with assurance. I owned my desires, my worth, and my space without shame. And I had Legend to thank for that.

No other man had been able to do what he did to me. Since that weekend, I had dated some and slept around when I wanted but it was never like that. Never that all-consuming, fuck up my head and steal my soul type of sex. And maybe it never would be again but fuck, I still missed it. Missed him. And sometimes, on nights when I sat in my luxury home, sipping expensive wine, I silently thanked him.