Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (13 page)

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Zane lit the griddle on the fabulous stainless steel oven. “Then maybe you should set up a law firm right here in Boston as you originally planned?”

His suggestion surprised her. Since Chloe’s untimely death, she’d presumed returning home to England was her only option. Perhaps she’d even ask for her position back at Handley and Hawcutt. “Just what, are you saying, Zane? You think I should set up a law firm without Chloe?”

“Why not? You’re clearly very competent.”

Zane began tenderizing the steaks with a wooden mallet. The dull thud of wood against meat echoed around the kitchen. When he’d finished beating the hell out of a poor, defenseless rib eye, she continued the conversation.

“It’s not legal for me to practice law here in Massachusetts without sitting the bar exam.”

He shrugged matter-of-factly. “Then take the bar exam. You’re an intelligent and resourceful woman. Besides, you would have had to take and pass the bar before you could practice law with Chloe.” He made it sound so simple.

Realization dawned. “Yes, that’s true. With Chloe dying I assumed I would return to London.”

She watched Zane throw the huge rib eyes onto the hot griddle. They sizzled as soon as they touched, sealing in their goodness. She breathed in, taking the delicious aroma deep into her lungs. He turned toward her, his blue eyes holding hers. “You can stay here with me for as long as it takes to pass the bar.”

Her mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. She shook her head, unsure where events would lead her. Tiny butterflies danced in her stomach. The way Zane looked at her made her panties moisten with need. Eventually, she finally managed to find the words she wanted. “You’ve been so very generous, Zane, and I really appreciate all you’ve done for me, but I’d feel like a kept woman if I stayed here with you in this beautiful house.”

“But why, baby? Why would you feel that way?”

“Because I’m an independent woman, Zane. A woman, who’s made her way through life without any help. It wasn’t easy becoming a lawyer in England. I achieved it through hard work and self-reliance. That’s one of the reasons why I won’t—” Emma clamped her mouth firmly shut before saying something she might later regret. Her gaze connected with his. She’d been about to say,
come to your bed.
She felt the blush heat her cheeks and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

She continued chopping the salad as an uncomfortable silence filled the void between them. Just the sound of the rib eyes sizzling on the griddle remained.

Zane walked across to her. He was so large and powerful. His commanding physical presence and charisma simply overwhelmed her. She turned away from his insistent stare. “Look at me, and finish what you were about to say,” he commanded.

When she didn’t respond, he loosened the knife from her viselike grip and tossed it onto the chopping board. Then he cupped her chin and roughly angled her face to his. The breath escaped her lips in a deep sigh as she reluctantly submitted to his strength. He was beautiful, and so masterful, too. When he was all-powerful like this, she could deny him nothing.

“Zane.” She touched his jaw, enjoying the stubble that roughened his skin. “I really like you. But I’m worried that if I give in and become your sub, I’ll lose my independence.”

“But you know you want to come to me. Why do you deny us the pleasure we would share together?” His thumb grazed her bottom lip. “You’re so very beautiful, Emma. More than anything else in the world, I want you in my bed again. But I can’t force you to come. It has to be your decision and your decision alone.”

Her breathing was deep and ragged. “Yes, I wanted to come to you. I so wanted to come to you.”

His expression became very serious. “If you come to me, I expect you to be my sub. That means relinquishing all your control. In return, Master Zane will take care of your every need, want, and desire.”

“I don’t know if I can give up everything, Zane. I need my independence.”

He seemed irritated by her stubborn response. “But has this obsession with self-reliance made you happy?”

Emma shook her head. “No. I can’t ever remember being really happy. Apart from when I’m—”

“With me. Say the words.”

She bowed her head. “Yes, with you. I’m only happy when I’m with you.” She wasn’t clinically depressed or anything like that. She’d just been looking for that elusive ingredient that would change her life. She was thirty years old, single, and still waiting. She looked at Zane. He fulfilled a basic need in her—an animal instinct, which needed to be satisfied.

Emma raised her chin. She needed to get her thoughts out in the open. “But I need autonomy. I need a career. I want those things, Zane. I’d be unhappy without them.”

“You can have all those things. Being my sub doesn’t stop you from pursuing your career. We are two individual people who have the greatest of respect for each other. But when I’m Master Zane and you’re my sub, we both have distinct roles to fulfill. I need your complete trust and submission in order for it to work.”

“That’s all very well, but I live in the real world, Zane. I’m only happy and contented if I’m paying my way in it.”

“Baby, if that’s all that’s worrying you, then you can start paying me the going rate for living in this beautiful house. Shall we say one thousand dollars a month? If I were to rent out the room you’re currently staying in, that’s what I’d charge.”

“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”

A smile formed on his face. “I’ve had a whole week of sleepless nights with which to do it.”

Emma had some money put aside to start the business with Chloe. She was more than willing to use it, to keep her autonomy with Zane. “Then I accept your terms.”

“You know it makes sense.” He tenderly caressed her face with his fingers. Through hooded eyes he focused on her mouth, and then dragged his thumb across her lips. When he pushed it inside, she hungrily sucked on it. The act felt highly erotic, her pussy throbbed with need as she stared into his mesmerizing eyes.

Zane pulled the zipper of his pants down. “Now get on your knees, sub. You know what is required of you.”

Still maintaining eye contact, Emma slowly lowered herself to the floor. Keeping her independence made her feel empowered and incredibly sexy. She saw the effect she had on Zane, and it filled her with joy.

She pulled his huge erect penis from his pants. Its tip was already weeping his arousal. “I would be honored to be your sub, Master Zane.”

Chapter Sixteen

 

Zane relished Emma’s sweet surrender. Her lips wrapped enticingly around his thick dick as she sucked him right back. The image of her on her knees, giving head, would be a memory he’d cherish forever. Allowing her time to come to a decision had been a masterstroke. In the end it had all worked out beautifully for them both.

He felt her tongue lapping seductively around the swollen end of his prick. Her suction intensified as he cupped her head in his hands and savored the moment. She bobbed her head up and down as she feverishly licked his hard-on from base to tip. She didn’t miss a single spot. Emma was indeed proving to be the perfect sub.

“Relax,” he said, holding her head gently in his hands, and feeding his cock fully inside her mouth. “Relax and breathe, baby.” She did as he commanded, tilting her head back and looking straight at him with those beautiful baby blues of hers. Zane felt his penis touch the back of her throat. He knew she wanted to gag, but she didn’t. Instead, she trusted him implicitly to look after her.

“You follow your Master’s instructions well, my sub. You have pleased me.” He stroked her face with his thumbs as he held her head between his hands. He felt a little moisture seeping from the corner of her eyes as she stared up into his face. “Breathe through your nose and you’ll be just fine.” He thrust into her mouth, filling her with hard, deep strokes.

Her sweet full lips satisfied him immensely, but he needed to keep his seed in his balls for now. “Enough, my sub”

Emma refused to let go of his prick, and continued sucking enthusiastically. Hungrily she lapped at it, caressing her tongue over the bulbous tip in circular swirls, until he forcibly pulled her head from his dick.

“Enough, I say. It is good that you wish to please me, but when I tell you to stop, you must do it without delay.”

He pulled up his zipper, then scooped her into his arms. “We’ll have dinner later.” He switched off the griddle as he walked past, leaving the succulent rib eyes sizzling on the hot plate. “I guess I’ll have mine well done, after all.”

She giggled and rested her head against his chest as he carried her up the stairs two at a time. “Good, I can’t abide bloody meat.”

“Then it looks like you will have your way.”

He carried her directly to his bedroom. In his domain, she suddenly seemed unsure of herself. More than anything he wished to cure her of this debilitating shyness. Although he found her demure English persona attractive, it stopped her from letting go completely. He gently let her slide from his arms. “Wait here.”

He kicked off his shoes and lounged back on the four-poster bed, propping several pillows behind himself for comfort. When he was completely happy with his position, he stared directly at her.

Dressed in jeans and a sweater, Emma stood awkwardly in the middle of the bedroom. Her beautiful blonde hair flowed freely about her lovely face. Baby blue eyes searched his. Perhaps she was wondering what he would ask her to do next. Her fingers knotted nervously together as he continued to observe like a predator stalking his prey.

“When I require service from you, how do you respond?”

She lowered her head before whispering, “Comply immediately with your request, Master Zane.”

“Excellent, my sub. You learn fast. Now take off your clothes. I wish to see what belongs to me.”

She immediately began removing her sweater. He knew she was intensely self-conscious. Tiny tremors were clearly visible on her arms and legs—now that needed to be cured. He couldn’t take her to Club Submission as his sub, or develop their relationship further, until she’d overcome her inhibitions.

Eventually, she stood naked before him. Her hands were clasped nervously together, covering her baby-smooth cunt. He sighed. Emma was blessed with a beautiful body. It curved in the all the right places. Her ripe pink nipples stood achingly taut, demanding his attention.

“Now come over here. I have something for you.”

Still looking a little frightened, she tentatively moved across to him. He touched her trembling shoulders to comfort her. “Shhh, my pet. I only have your best interests at heart.” He pulled open a drawer in the bedside cabinet and withdrew a small velvet bag. He turned to her. “You’re such a beautiful woman. What I have here will only enhance your beauty further.”

Her eyes lit up as he loosened the drawstring on the pouch, and emptied the contents into the palm of his hand. A trail of exquisite diamonds dripped seductively from a pair of solid platinum nipple clamps.

“Oh, Master Zane, they’re so beautiful, but what are they?”

“Come closer, my innocent little sub, and I’ll explain.” She took another step toward him, and he cupped her womanly breast in his hand. He kneaded her warm flesh in smooth, circular movements before teasing the aroused nipple into a lengthened hard tip. Zane placed a nipple clamp over her taut peak before applying a quarter turn of pressure to the screw. She bit down on her bottom lip, but didn’t cry out.

“I think the sensation pleases my sub, but as you have no previous experience of nipple clamps, I won’t apply too much pressure.”

He did the same to her other nipple, then asked, “How do they feel?”

“Mmm.” She bit down on her bottom lip again. “Almost painful, but strangely arousing. They make me more aware of my breasts.”

“Good, that was the effect I was hoping for.” Three strands of diamond droplets clung from each nipple clamp, catching the light with their brilliance, and trailing seductively over her breasts. He would like to see her adorned with more precious gems. Nevertheless, these were extremely pleasing to the eye. He smiled at her. “Diamonds suit you. They make you look real sexy. Now lie on the bed. There’s something I want you to do for me. That’s it, lie flat on your back.”

When she complied fully with his instruction, he added, “Now bring your heels up to that peachy little butt of yours, and then open your legs…wide. I want you to masturbate for me.”

Her head jerked in his direction. “Please don’t make me, Master Zane.”

“Are you disobeying me?”

“No. No, I’d never do that, but—”

“Have you never masturbated before?”

“Yes, but”—color flared in her cheeks—“I can’t do that in front of
you
. It’s private.”

“Understand this, Emma. You are now my sub, and therefore belong to me. Nothing is kept private. Did you like sucking my cock in the kitchen? You may answer truthfully.”

She demurely lowered her gaze. “It’s my pleasure to pleasure you.”

“Then you will like what I demand from you now.”

“Yes, I want to believe what you say is true.”

“Then trust your Master to know what is best for you.” If she finally let go of her inhibitions, then she could truly begin to blossom and flower in her new role as his sub.

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