HANDBOOK OF ULTIMATE SURRENDER

Tied Up in Forbidden Double Desires

 

 

 

By Rakazaaa

 

 

 

NOTE TO READERS

This is a new taboo erotic horror story with explicit themes involving sex. Intended for mature audiences. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All persons in this story are 18 or older. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

Copyright © 2025 RakaZaaa. All rights reserved.

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

Chapter 5

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

dis phone is burnin' a hole in my ear, I swear. like my own frantic pulse is beatin' right through the plastic. fuck. my other hand’s shakin’, clutchin’ that stupid little black book. his book. it fell open right to… godthemn.

“Adam?” my voice comes out all high and tight, nothin’ like how I sound in my head.

“Alexa? Hey, what’s up?” his voice. fuck me, that low rumble does somethin' to my stomach, twists me up inside. shit I been thinkin’ ‘bout that sound for months.

I take a breath that don’t fuckin’ work, my eyes skimming the words again. …the fantasy of complete control… her on her knees… the perfect, obscene curve of her ass… “I, uh… I was waterin’ your plants. like you said. while you was outta town.”

“Right. Yeah. Thanks for that.” he sounds distracted, like he’s movin’ papers around or somethin’.

“I found somethin’.” it all just falls out my mouth in a rush. “A book. black leather.”

the line goes dead quiet. dead. I think we got disconnected. then, a slow, careful breath. “Okay.”

“I read it, Adam. I read… a lot of it.” my free hand drifts over my thigh, the denim rough under my fingertips. all those words… “all that shit you wrote… ‘bout tyin’ someone up… usin’ your mouth… the… the double thing…”

“Alexa—” his voice got a warning in it now, a tremor of somethin’ therk. electric.

“I wanna do ‘em,” I blurt out, cuttin’ him off. “I want you to do ‘em. to me. all of ‘em. every single fuckin’ kink in this book.”

another silence. this one’s heavier. charged. I can hear him breathin’ now, a steady rhythm. “You don’t know what you’re askin’ for.”

“I know exactly what I’m askin’ for,” I push back, feelin’ my confidence spike. fuck yeah. “I wanted you forever, Adam. jus’ never knew how to get you. now I know. use me. please.”

“Your tits,” he says, the word so blunt and vulgar it makes me gasp. your tits. “that’s what I always thought ‘bout. those huge, perfect tits. the way they’d look all tied up with black silk. the way they’d feel in my mouth while I’m buried deep inside you.”

a bolt of pure, fuckin’ undiluted lust shoots right through me, settles into a heavy, achin’ throb between my legs. ohmygod. “then come over and do it. now.”

the click of his door openin’ downstairs… it ain’t even a surprise. he been here the whole time. the game started the second I called. my heart’s hammerin’ against my ribs as his footsteps hit the stairs, slow and deliberate. he’s in the doorway then, his eyes droppin’ to the book in my hand, then draggin’ up my body to settle right on my chest. his eyes get therk. a possessive smirk touches his lips.

he don’t say a fuckin’ word.

he just crosses the room in three long strides, takes my face in his hands, and crushes his mouth to mine.

it ain’t no gentle kiss.

it’s a claimin’. his tongue plunges past my lips, tastin’ like coffee and some sharp, wild mint. he kisses me with a raw hunger I only ever read about, one hand tanglin’ in my hair, tiltin’ my head back for more. I melt into him, my hands slidin’ up his chest, feelin’ the hard muscle under his shirt. I’m already breathless. already his.

he breaks the kiss, his forehead restin’ on mine. “on the bed. on your hands and knees. now.”

I scramble to obey, my whole body thrummin’. the cotton of his comforter is rough against my palms. I hear the click of a cap. the slick, wet sound of lube.

“you got no idea how long I’ve wanted to wreck this perfect ass,” he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper right behind me. a cool, slick finger traces the tight furl of my asshole and I jolt, a shocked sound gettin’ punched outta me. so fuckin’ tight. my perfect, filthy girl, offerin’ this untouched hole to me.”

the praise, all laced with that crude possession, makes me push back against his finger. yes. he chuckles, a therk, delicious sound. “eager, ain’tcha? you were born for this, Alexa. born to be filled.”

the pressure intensifies, his finger workin’ in slow, maddenin’ circles before the very tip presses inside. fuck. it’s an impossible, burnin’ stretch, so strange and new it makes my eyes water. I bury my face in the comforter, my back archin’. “Adam…”

“shhh, jus’ take it. you can take it for me.” his voice is hypnotic. he pushes deeper, that single digit buryin’ itself inside me, and I cry out, the sensation a crazy mix of pain and this overwhelmin’ fullness. he works his finger in and out, a slow, deliberate fuckin’ that’s got me pantin’. “that’s it. get this sweet little ass ready for my cock.”

he pulls his finger out and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. but it’s replaced a second later by somethin’ bigger. much bigger. colder. thicker. the blunt, silicone head of a toy. he presses it against me, usin’ his weight to push. I gasp, my nails diggin’ into the bedding as the widest part stretches me open, a searin’, incredible invasion that makes me see stars.

“fuck, look at that,” he grunts, his voice thick with lust. “takin’ it like a champion. my good little anal slut.”