REQUIRED SURRENDER

  PIPER STONE

  CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Afterword

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  PROLOGUE

  Lachlan

  “Well, our boy almost got himself kicked out of college just days before graduation.” Grant clapped me on the back, grinning as if he’d just won the lottery.

  “No kidding?” Jameson teased. “For violence or sex?”

  “Sex. He was found with the dean’s daughter in a very uncompromising position. I believe she was naked and tied to his headboard.”

  I glared at Grant and slid onto the seat, unable to keep from smiling. “She had no issues being tied and flogged. She was the best submissive I’ve ever had.”

  “You’re a hound dog. How did you avoid expulsion?” Jameson asked, lifting his eyebrows.

  Shrugging, I sat back in my chair, envisioning the way Darcy had looked chained to my bed, her pussy glistening after I’d brought her to her third climax. “Pops knows everyone even in this country.”

  “And the powerful and influential Scots rule the world again.” The disdain in Jameson’s voice was understandable given his parents were close to being broke. But he had no idea how ruthless my father could be, or what was expected of the man’s only son.

  “Here’s to more sex,” I said with absolute conviction in my voice as I lifted my glass of booze.

  “Coming from the man who has sex five nights a week. Kinky sex too. Don’t you handcuff every girl to your bed, stuffing her mouth with a ball gag?” Grant asked, the expression on his face deadpan serious.

  “Nah,” I mused, acting as if I didn’t have a care in the world when my father had already started hassling me about returning home. That wasn’t going to happen. “Pretty little mouths are meant to be fucked. But if she’s a screamer, I shove her panties past her pert lips.”

  Jameson groaned. “You’re a sick man.”

  “It’s called sadism,” Grant snorted. “At least our playboy knows what’s important in life.”

  “You guys are twisted fucks. My life is different. Here’s to no more late nights,” Jameson said as he lifted his bottle of Budweiser.

  “So, you’re giving up sex?” Grant teased. “I thought you and that bottled blonde were getting it on pretty heavy a couple nights ago. She certainly has a nice pair of… lungs on her.” He glanced in my direction, winking.

  “Grant’s right. I thought I saw her going down on you in the truck the other day. You had your hand tangled in her hair, her head bobbing up and down. Or was that some other honey you picked up off the side of the road?”

  “Shut the fuck up, both of you,” Jameson snarled, puffing up his chest as if we’d really insulted him. He twirled his bottle on the table then gave us a sly grin. “I’ll have you know I might continue seeing Jenny after leaving this shithole. And you’re right. She has one hot, wet mouth.”

  While we all laughed, I shook my head. The shithole he was referring to was the University of Pennsylvania, tuition closing in on seventy thousand a year. Ivy League all the way.

  A requirement my father had insisted on.

  The three of us had been buddies since freshman year. Considering Jameson Stark was the epitome of an all-American superstar, Grant Wilde a studious nerd, and I was fresh off the boat from Scotland, we were a motley mix at best. We’d weathered good and bad times, pulling enough pranks we’d landed our asses in jail on two occasions. Through my tutelage, we’d ruled the campus, acting as if we owned the place. Our arrests had only added to our notorious status. Thank God Grant’s father knew everybody powerful and influential in the entire country or we would have graduated from a community college if we’d gotten lucky.

  While Grant and I came from money, Jameson was the lucky one. He had a family who loved him. Grant and I had been tossed into boarding school at age six, so we had that in common.

  Which was nothing to brag about.

  Still, Jameson’s father had cancer, something my buddy didn’t talk about much. He had no choice but to help out his dad when he graduated.

  “I didn’t think you were that eager to leave given you’re the local hero,” Grant chided.

  “Yeah. Yeah. That was months ago,” Jameson huffed, although every time he was reminded that he’d rushed sixty-two yards for a touchdown in the final seconds of the most important football game of the year, he beamed like a kid. Thank God for football scholarships or even with financial aid, his parents could never have afforded to send him away to college.

  Grant rolled his eyes. “Hey. Do you have a fancy job doing architecture yet?”

  It wasn’t the first time Jameson’s face fell since graduation. “Nah. I’m gonna earn some cred points working for my dad’s commercial construction firm for a couple years.”

  “Shit. You wanted to design gorgeous buildings,” I told him. That’s all he’d talked about.

  “Yeah, I know. I will one day. What about you? Heading back to Scotland?”

  “Fuck, no. After I graduate school, I’m going to wind up being a CEO of a billion-dollar company.”

  “Fantasize much?” Grant teased. The financial whiz was headed to Harvard for graduate school. One day he’d dominate the world. “Maybe you need to get laid. Again.”

  “Very funny. Dreaming big is free. But I’m serious.”

  “You’re arrogant enough to make that happen,” Jameson threw out as he grabbed his shot of tequila, pounding it back.

  I gave him a finger then raised my arm to attract the waitress. I’d always had grandiose thoughts, even as a kid. What was wrong with that? “Here’s a good idea. In a few years we get back together and develop a company. I’ll be the CEO while marketing our product. Buddy Grant here will handle the finances and Master Jameson will design and be the general contractor for the great big, all glass buildings in our complex.”

  “Oh, now we’re going to have a complex? He’s already drunk and it’s barely eight at night,” Grant said, snorting as he shook his head.

  Jameson remained quiet. Then he glanced from Grant back to me. “You know what? That’s a good idea. Our boy Lachlan could sell an igloo on a tropical island. Grant, you can turn ten bucks into ten million in the blink of an eye. And I’ll design the sexiest goddamn building you’ve ever seen.”

  Grant threw me a look, nodding twice. “Not bad. We’ll have our trust funds by then, school under our belts. Why the fuck not?”

  I laughed until I realized they both were serious. I had to admit, I liked the idea of working with them. We were entirely different, which meant we wouldn’t tread on each other’s turf. “There’s just one problem.”

  “What’s that?” Jameson grinned.

  “What the hell would we do in this awesome building we own?” I had a filthy idea but was curious if either one of the others were thinking along the same lines.

  Grant took a deep breath. “We use our real skills.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I threw back at him. The man’s eyes were positively glowing, which happened every time he had a hare-brained idea.

  “Sex.”

  “Beg your pardon?” Jameson immediately started
laughing.

  “I’m not kidding,” he told us. “I’ve been reading Forbes and other financial magazines about up-and-coming businesses.”

  “A whorehouse?” Jameson wrinkled his nose.

  Grant lifted his eyebrows. “No, goofball. A sex club. And I’m not talking about pole dancers and strippers.” His grin was a mile wide.

  “Then what the hell are you talking about?” Jameson demanded.

  “High class. Catering to the rich and famous.”

  “A kink club,” I threw in. “Where all pleasures are provided.”

  “For a price.” Jameson knew what I was talking about. “All upscale and posh, several floors of perfection. Bars. Private rooms. The finest quality liquor and food.”

  “I like that. He’s onto something. Why don’t you whip up a design for us?” Grant was having fun with this.

  “So, we get back together in three years. You two graduate from your Ivy League schools. I’ll have commercial construction under my belt and maybe work up a few designs. You two have the backing money. We’ll get a loan if needed. Then we’ll start the hottest club ever seen.”

  “I love the idea. Sex all day.” Grant ordered another round.

  The truth was I thought it was the best damn idea I’d heard in a long time. Plus, it would piss off my father. Even better. “Just one problem. What do we call this illustrious den of sin?”

  All three of us mulled it over. It was Jameson who lit up first. “Carnal Sins.”

  Grant reared back in his chair. “The boy is brilliant.”

  Seconds later, the waitress brought our beers and shots and we toasted again to the future.

  Little did we know what fate had in mind.

  CHAPTER 1

  Twenty years later

  Lark

  Some days were meant to be disasters.

  Ugly. Treacherous. Bursts. Of. Anguish.

  I’d come to that conclusion, and it was only eleven-thirty in the morning.

  A pissed-off client threatening to fire me.

  A less than stellar meeting with my boss.

  My mother’s nagging reminder about the bachelorette auction.

  Finding my boyfriend of eight months balls deep in the cunt of a redheaded cowgirl wannabe.

  Now this.

  As I struggled to shove the lid onto the scalding coffee, I turned around without looking.

  The jarring thud wasn’t because I’d added clumsy to my long list of frustrations, but because of a hard body who’d stepped in my way.

  “Fuck! Why didn’t you look where you were going?” The ugly words left my mouth before I could drag them back into the darkness. While drips of coffee scalded my hand, almost the entire amount from my sixteen-ounce cup splashed directly on the offending person. When the hulking mass of a man didn’t say a word, I lifted my head.

  And stared into the most gorgeous set of forest green eyes I’d ever seen. They were vibrant in color like the rolling hills of Kentucky on a warm spring day. Flecks of gold shimmered around his irises, adding a depth that could be misconstrued as warm, even kind.

  But I knew better.

  Lachlan McKenzie was an insufferable sadist, a man with no conscience. Just this morning I’d heard his terse words he’d thrown at another attorney, his deep, sensual voice penetrating my office wall. From what I could tell, Mr. Asshole had fired his attorney.

  The powerful billionaire was a chiseled god with the devil’s soul. Given the attorney he was arguing with handled criminal cases, that boosted my belief the man had dirty little secrets that he didn’t want to see the light of day.

  Sadly, every woman in my office wanted to throw their lace panties at him. Hell, the man could walk outside and whistle and there wouldn’t be a woman within a four-block radius who wouldn’t offer to have his baby. While he was delicious eye candy with his broad shoulders and dark wavy hair that screamed of having fingers tangled in the thick locks, that couldn’t shadow his arrogance.

  Or his obvious dominance over women. He oozed control, acting as if he owned the world. I wanted no part of his regime.

  Even his rich Scottish brogue couldn’t save his wretched black soul.

  Still, for a few seconds I allowed the same vision I’d had several times before to pop into my mind.

  “You’re a very bad little girl, Lark,” Lachlan murmured from his office chair. “It’s time for your punishment.” He beckoned me with a single finger, pushing away from his desk. “Crawl to me. Eyes to the floor.”

  I did so without hesitation, the intoxicating scent of his aftershave fueling another rush of desire. As I inched closer, I was able to hear the glitch in his breathing, becoming more labored. I took my time, dying to see the look on his face. Sometimes, I was a bad girl on purpose just to see what he would do. Being summoned into his office was filthy and delicious, any member of his staff able to walk in at any time.

  The moment I was between his legs, he stroked the top of my head. “That’s a very good girl, my little pet. Purr for me.”

  I rubbed my cheek against the inside of his leg, creating the sound I knew he adored. He continued to stroke my hair as he casually glanced at something from his desk. When I reached his inner thighs, my mouth watered at the sight of the thick bulge between his legs. I placed my head in his lap like he required, waiting for his command.

  This is where I felt the safest, cared for. I could breathe without anxiety, heated by the closeness of our bodies.

  “That’s enough, my sweet pet.” He eased his hand under my chin, lifting it with a single finger. There was no anger in his eyes, just disappointment from disobeying him. “It’s time for your punishment. You do understand what you did was very wrong?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “That makes me very proud. Let’s get you over the edge of my desk.” He rubbed the backs of his fingers across my cheek, his gaze of disapproval turning into one of pride. Then he helped me to my feet, gently placing me over the edge of his desk facing the door.

  I always felt so vulnerable when he spanked me here, but I was excited nonetheless, my pussy already dampening my thong. As he tugged the lacy thong down past my hips, I held my breath. I was allowed only a bra, panties, and heels when I visited his office, walking through the large office wearing a raincoat.

  If his employees had any idea what was happening behind closed doors, they never gave any indication.

  “Open your mouth, pet. We certainly don’t want anyone to hear us, now do we?”

  I did so without hesitation. The feeling of having the thin lace shoved into my mouth was dirty, the musky scent of my desire shooting sensations through every muscle. The sound as he removed his belt heated my core, juice trickling down the insides of my thighs. I shuddered as he ran his fingers down my spine, caressing one side of my bottom then the other.

  “Mmm… One day you’ll learn why rules are so important. Until then, I’ll ensure that you’re trained consistently, disciplined as needed.”

  It was as if he was molding me into a better me, providing me with the tools needed to excel in whatever way he wanted.

  “Anything for my pet.”

  His voice scattered across my skin, erasing my fear. I was still safe, so protected. I cinched my eyes closed, resting my face on the cool wood. He pulled my legs apart, exposing my aching pussy.

  “My pet is already wet. You thrive on pain.”

  “Mmm…” I moaned through the lace.

  “I’ll happy to provide exactly what you need.” He swirled the tip of his finger across my pussy lips, and I shuddered visibly.