Learning to Trust Part 2: Full Submission (5 page)

"Roland!" I whined. I could feel my climax ready to explode, like a word on the tip of my tongue that I just couldn't say. My body was begging for my fingers to finish the deed, to complete that beautiful
cycle—b
ut I was stuck.
My chest was still heaving, almost as if it hadn't received the
you're
not actually
having an orgasm
memo.
He was teasing me, plain and simple. I felt like a rabbit jumping frantically at a dangling carrot—
and
I didn't do well with
games
.

He sat up and looked at me, giving me a great view of his chest as he straightened up his hair, obviously disheveled while between my legs. "You'll come when I tell you to, pet. The more you beg, the more I'm not going to let you have it. I'm in control, remember?"

Damnit!
He really knew how to frustrate a gal.
I was so close
!
"Yes, Sir," I said, defiance in my voice.
I just wanted to finish. I wanted it worse than anything in the world, and honestly, if he told me he was about to answer all the questions I had, all the answers the world needed to know about his company, I'd probably say "
It can wait
."

"You'd best watch your tone of voice or you're going to get punished again," he said, the serious look on his face causing me to
flush
with submission. Despite my compromised state
already
, he had just made me feel even
smaller
.
He noticed and leaned forward, stroking my hair and gently kissing my cheek. "You need not worry, pet. I promise I'll take care of you."

I had been so wrapped up in wanting my own orgasm that I didn't even notice his rock-hard erection, pulsi
ng and upright between
his legs, ready to pounce
.
Pre-cum glistened on the engorged head, slowly oozing out a drop at a time.
He climbed on top of me, aligning his cock with my clit, rubbing it
directly
with
the tip. I immediately shuddered
, feeling the depart
ed warmth flooding back into me. His fingers gripped the shaft tightly, guiding his movements. It moved along my wet slit, sliding through the moist folds
of my labia, fucking against the glistening
crease there.
My pussy buzzed with excitement as heat spread
from
my core again.

"My pet," he said, smiling. "This is precisely what you've needed." His hardness slid into me as he said the words, his eyes watching my own as he filled me to the point of bursting.
Again
,
he was studying the look on my face, watching my expression with intense curiosity as my muscles accommodated him down below. It was like he was trying to learn something about me through my body's response to him. Honestly, it shouldn't have been a surprise to me that a billionaire was so obsessed with details.

He kept my legs spread wide-open, rocking his hips into me, filling me with every thrust. His length disappeared inside, peeking out every time his gesture repeated. I stared up at the ceiling, catching his facial expressions after every few thrusts, watching the intent in his eyes as he had his way with me. His cock felt even thicker than it had the other day; my intense
want
was probably to blame for the skewed calculations.

I was powerless beneath him, my body inevitably fighting the restraints as I quivered and writhed in my limited fashion. The sounds and smells of sex filled the air
, the excitement
of the act more or less overwhelming all of my senses at once. I was having a hard time keeping track of everything every time he pumped into me, claiming me with his cock.
His moans were quiet and controlled, allowing me to dominate the conversation with my own. The sounds were low and deep from my throat, desperately escaping
to signal my ecstasy.

"Do you like to be fucked, pet?" he asked. His fingers played with my nipples, squeezing and caressing the soft flesh around them.

"Yes, Sir," I moaned. "I like your cock
so
much." His play
ful
hands kept my breasts stable
against
my chest as he hammered into me again and again.

"Such a delicate, ripe pussy too. You're so beautiful, pet." Somehow his words were both incredibly serious and
lighthearted
at the same time, filling my body with a comfort like I'd never felt. Even though I was fully exposed in unflattering light, I'd never been more comfortable with my body—ever
in my life
. I felt like a woman, his prized catch, the object of his affection. I quickly realized that the more I relaxed, the more I felt my orgasm growing. Even with the restraints and the threat of him teasing me, I was feeling myself
trust
, letting go of my inhibitions.

"Please, pet. Come for me," he said. His words were a command, one that I wasn't certain I could fulfill given my limited capacity to control my own body
—a fact he had exploited more than once today
.

He sought to go even deeper inside of me, and i
n the midst
of adjusting his angle,
sent his fingers to my clit, pressing that button and bringing me back to life. I felt electricity rush through my body, surging, uninhibited. Every thrust became amplified as my mind began to overflow with sensation. I began to break down, finally realizing the orgasm that had escaped me multiple times now
—and satisfying his command
. It flooded through me, hardening my nipples, arching my back. I pressed backward into the table instead of forward, trying not to battle the straps as I cried out. My hair spilled all over the table, as I screamed out.
My obedience was delightful.

"Yes, good pet!" The upward angle of his cock continued to press against my g-spot with every movement. He kept growing in intensity, his thrusts helping me in my ascent, pushing me to exactly where he wanted me to go. His fingers kept working me, manipulating that soft flesh. I was burning as fireworks exploded behind my eyes, nearly passing out during the peak.

Roland, satisfied with my progress, let himself go. He
exploded inside of me, releasing spurt after spurt of his
thick seed
, fucking it into the deepest parts of me.
I felt
every
contraction of his cock, knowing that with it came even more of his
release
.
Each twitch was enough to keep my own climax in motion, causing little spikes of pleasure.
His back arched and his muscles tightened as his thrusts s
lowed, holding his hardened length buried deep inside of me.
I was glad he had finished inside of me this time.

"Mmm, that was so nice, Marisa. Did you like it?"

"Yes," I said between heavy breaths.

He leaned forwa
rd and gently kissed my lips. I kissed
back, sending my tongue to explore
every surface of his mouth. After our mouths slowed, he set me free
. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly, seeking what I hadn't received the other day. He held me back and we stayed like that for
a while
.

"You didn't believe me, did you Marisa? You didn't believe that I could give you what you needed."

"I'm sorry," I said, realizing my mistake.

"I hope you're learning, my little sub," he said affectionately.

I wasn't totally sure if I liked being called a sub. Maybe I wanted to dominate
him
. Or not. I don't know if that was really a sensible idea.
I still didn't really have any idea what I was doing.

"What do you want to ask me about?" he said. "Since you were so good, I'll give you the opportunity to ask me something. Really. Go ahead."

My mind was still cluttered with so many thoughts regarding our experience. I tried hard to summon a question, to summon anything worth asking at all. He was opening up for a second—and I needed to take advantage of it.

"Uh," I blurted out, "did you know about the illegal dumping before you resigned as CEO? The two events happened so close together, despite the fact that you were already resigned." I was proud of myself for coming up with such a question in my current
, frail
state.

"Ha," he laughed. "For some reason I assumed that would get brought up first." He shifted on the table, his arms remaining around me.

Way to go on the whole journalism ethics thing, Marisa.

"Marisa, have you ever dealt with a family fortune before? A huge fortune?"

"No," I said.

"Okay, well as your money increases, people come to you, trying to get a piece of the pie, no matter how large or small. Companies that you invest with always want more. People bring you
opportunities
all the time that you should take up. I never made any poor financial decisions, but I did make some poor social decisions."

He swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to move forward through his thoughts. "I okayed that decision, Marisa. I okayed it and then I found out what really was about to happen.
Someone took advantage of me, and
b
y that point, it couldn't be stopped. I think some people assumed I had a part in it, but I always denied it. It's never been easy for me to accept that decision that I made.
You can't bring people back to life, even if you have all of the money in the world
" Things suddenly became very sobering.

"You okayed it?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"Yes. I did.
I won't deny it to you."

I wanted to pull away at first, so shocked by what he was telling me—but I didn't. He was opening up to me, just as I had to him and that wouldn't have been fair. "Roland, I don't really know what to say."

"Shh, don't say anything else. I don't think I'm ready to say anything else right now. In fact, I think you should be on your way soon. I've got a lot of work to do. We'll meet again tomorrow." He undid my ankle restraints and with that, I was
fully
free again.

"Roland, thank you," I muttered, pleased that he had opened up at all.

"It's nothing, Marisa. You deserved it. Oh, and please, this information stays between us until the interview is over. Is that understood? If I find out you've broken this rule, there will be serious consequences."

"Y-y-yes," I said, realizing that
it would be in my best interest to take him seriously
. I was just going to have to jot it down and hope for the best.

We re-dressed ourselves and
walked toward the door. I noticed a giant X-shaped thing with restraints, a large, mysterious object that I hadn't noticed when we came in. "What's that?" I asked, instantly becoming worried that my curiosity would get me into trouble.

"That's a St. Andrews cross," he said. "We'll use it tomorrow."

"Okay," I squeaked, still entirely clueless
,
but not wanting to ask.

H
e guided me
up the seemingly endless stairs, dropping me off at my car. "See you tomorrow, Marisa," he said, leaning forward and gently kissing my cheek. I liked it.

"Okay, Roland. Thanks." I climbed into the car and watched him walk into the house. His posture seemed different, weaker. I guess his admission that he was responsible for an order that killed almost a thousand people
over a span of five years
was humbling. And rightfully so, but something about it made him all the more accessible, suddenly smaller than the larger-than-life caricature he had been when I first met him.

With all that Roland had given me to ponder, I realized this was going to be another long night...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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