Secret Submission (7 page)

He smiled and let his fingers continue downward, caressing the wet lips of her pussy. She wriggled under his touch and he needed to remind her again. “You may not move, slave. I have commanded it.”

For answer she moaned in frustration, but lay still. His finger slid along her clit and she cried out again, but did not move. Ever so slowly, his slid his finger inside her, feeling her warmth and willingness to have him. Sliding his body down the bed, he dragged a pillow along with him. “Lift your hips,” he commanded. When she quickly complied, he pushed it under her bottom, raising her to a more convenient level.

Now he leaned down and she could feel his breath on her pussy lips. No one had ever eaten her before—ever. She felt his tongue slide over and between her lips and gasped as it found her clit.

“Oh, Master! I’m going to come!”

“No, you aren’t. Not yet. You will hold it until I say so. Understood?” His voice was muffled by her legs. She didn’t know if he saw her nod, but she didn’t trust her voice. Instead she grabbed the sheet under her hands, holding on as if for dear life.

Phillip’s tongue licked along her pussy, over her clit, then down again, parting the lips as they went. He had tasted several women in his life and each one had their own distinctive scent and taste. Sarah was slightly salty, her musky scent filling his nose as he flicked his tongue out to lap up a generous portion of her juices. There was no doubt the woman liked his handling of her. Again that full feeling of satisfaction settled in his belly as he pushed deeper with his tongue.

Sarah felt his tongue enter her, possessing her the way he’d possessed every other part of her. Her breasts heaving, she held back tears as she tried desperately not to come.

And then he was leaning over her. “Are you ready for me, slave?”

“Yes, Master. Please!” She ended on a scream as he thrust into her, possessing her body with his cock. He pulled out his entire length and pushed into her again. She moaned, her body writhing, her control in tatters.

“Now, slave. Put your arms around me now and come with me.”

Yes! She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, opening up for him, letting him in, riding him as he rode her. His mouth covered hers and his tongue entered her as she responded with passion. Sarah tasted herself on his tongue—a taste she’d never known before. Abandoning reason and thought, she opened herself to him and gave him her entire being. Eagerly her tongue sought his, wanting to lick her own juices from his mouth. He slammed into her body, forgetting to be gentle as the lion inside of him responded to the submissiveness that now awakened in her. Together they reached their climax and Sarah felt Phillip’s cock pulse as he emptied his seed inside her—marking her—making her his own. The realization made her climax again—he had claimed her; she was his. Over and over they rocked together, their voices groaning as one as their orgasms ran their course.

Afterward, they lay entwined for an eternity—for time had ceased to have meaning. How long they made love, she did not know—did not care to know. He explored her with his mouth and she did the same to him—wanting to know every inch of him. Phillip’s fingers gentled, letting his tongue bathe her skin; making her shiver in the waning moonlight. Sarah too, joined in the bath—sucking his nipples and tasting the hollow that ran from his neck to his stomach. But as the fire of their passion lit anew, his fingers grew more insistent and her mouth more eager. When he grew hard once more, he took her, at her fervent invitation.

Their bodies almost spent, this time they rode the gentle waves of an orgasm together, softly rocking in each other’s arms. He came inside her again, and Sarah felt the sticky wetness add to the ample amount of come already between her legs. Too tired to move, the two fell asleep, her head on his chest, his arm around her waist.

* * * * *

She woke up in the morning
uncuffed
. Surprised, she sat up, examining her empty wrists. How odd they felt. The water shut off in the shower and she waited for him, expectantly.

The door opened and he came into the bedroom, toweling his hair dry and completely naked. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his muscular body. With a sudden lurch, she realized this was the first opportunity she had been given to see him totally nude. Yesterday morning he was already dressed by the time she awoke. And during their lovemaking in the afternoon, she had felt his naked skin next to hers, but he had been behind her the entire time. Last night she glimpsed him in the moonlight. This morning, he stood there in all his glory.

And glorious he was. Those broad shoulders, now shirtless, lived up to the potential discovered by the exploration of her fingers the night before. She knew those shoulders to be hard-packed and tight with power. His wet hair dripped onto his skin and droplets rolled down along his chest; her eyes followed the little trail of water as it coursed along his smooth, well-muscled chest to gather in the little hollow in the center of his
 
flat stomach.

He was not erect this morning, yet even in a dormant state, his cock impressed her—had she really taken that entire length into her ass? She squirmed and shifted as she continued to watch him. He had a runner’s thighs and she watched his muscles ripple and stretch as he moved across the room.

Phillip took his time in the doorway. He was vain enough to realize her gaze was an appreciative one and he let her look her fill before crossing to the bed.

“Morning!” He smiled at her and she rose for a kiss. He gave her a light one, and a tap on the bottom. “Take your shower, my dear. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

She hurried through her morning ritual. Every moment away from him was a moment of the day lost. Still, washing the remnants of last night’s lovemaking from her pussy, Sarah smiled, feeling very contented with her weekend. Phillip filled her mind and she wanted to be with him.

Coming back into the bedroom, her hair still wrapped in its towel, she saw her clothes had been moved from the chair to the bed. The meaning was clear: she was to dress. With some trepidation, she did so. Did this mean he was done with her? What if she wasn’t done with him yet? Putting aside her sudden doubts, she picked up her panties and slipped them on.

The clothes felt awkward on her—she’d been naked all weekend and had just gotten used to the feeling of freedom. Now her clothes confined her in a way she’d never realized before and made her self-conscious. Dressed, she made her way to the kitchen, where he sat just as she’d found him the morning before. But where yesterday, her nudity made her uncomfortable, today her clothes did. For a completely different reason, she found the ground this morning just as shaky as she had before.

“Please sit down, Sarah.” It was the first time since Friday that he’d used her name. It sounded odd, but she did as she was told.

He took her hand and looked at her gently. After their coupling of the night before, he knew setting her free would be difficult on the both of them. And yet, it had to be done. He wanted her as his slave—but she needed the freedom to come to him on her own. Only that way would he truly own her—only that way would she truly be owned.

“I have to release you now, Sarah—our twenty-four hour trial is over. Besides, you have other things to attend to this weekend and so do I. I will take you home soon and you will resume your life just where you left it on Friday.” He paused, searching for the right words. “It is my hope that you will come here at the end of the week.”

She caught his meaning. He was releasing her—during the week she would live as she always had—on the weekend, she would become his slave, if she wanted to.

“I will not ask you to make a decision today—in fact, I don’t want you to. You need to take the week. Put some distance between your experiences here and get back to your life before. Only then can you decide.”

She knew what he was saying was wise. Right now, her decision would be based on emotion alone. The weekend had been filled with glorious sex, but little else. And she wanted more. It was comforting to discover he did too.

She nodded her understanding. “Yes, Phillip, I understand. When I make my decision, how can I let you know?”

“I will be here on Friday. Once work has finished for you, drive here instead of going to your apartment. Pack a change of clothes, because, if you do come, you will not leave until Monday morning when you leave for a regular week of work.”

There was no mistaking the authority in his voice. The latent power stirred her and she knew if she showed up at his door on Friday, he would make good on his statement. The thought thrilled her.

“But now it’s time for me to take you home, Sarah.” He stood and she followed suit, her stomach growling. They both laughed. “What say we go have breakfast before I take you home?”

“Definitely!” She grinned and they headed out the door. She had a decision to make this week, although she already had an inkling what it was going to be…

Chapter Three

A second try

All week Sarah thought about Friday night. She’d gone to work Monday morning, just as usual. She had gone about her normal, everyday tasks, same as she always did.

But she wasn’t the same. And she was surprised that no one noticed. Everything was tinted differently and Phillip’s presence was with her every moment. Even doing innocuous activities such as bending down to pick up a fallen document, or reaching up high to get something off the upper shelf; she’d remember being in similar positions with him. Tied. Unable to move. Controlled. His toy. She blushed with remembrance. His slave.

Every little moment like that made her wet. She had taken to bringing an extra pair of panties with her to work and changing at midday. A constant state of arousal had been her manner all week.

Her “normal” week.

And now it was drawing to a close. Finally! She’d put together a small suitcase of clothes for Monday and put it in the trunk of her car that morning. How she’d made it through the day, she had no idea, but at last she was out of the building and driving down the highway.

It was almost 6:30 before she pulled into his drive. His car was already there and she remembered he said he’d be waiting. Desperately hoping she hadn’t made him wait long, she practically flew out of the car and up the path to his door. But once on the porch, she paused to collect herself. She was making a fool of herself, running this way. She was behaving like a slut that needed to rut. She made a wry face. Which wasn’t so far from the truth.

There was no bell, so she knocked. Softly at first, then with more courage. Would he be mad at her for the traffic’s delay? Would he even still want her? “What ifs” ran through her head as she waited, trying not to bounce in impatience.

The setting sun lit his powerfully built frame as he opened the door and stood smiling at her. Again dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks, his appearance took her breath away. Tall and rugged, the sun made shadows in the deep dimples of his cheeks. His shirtfront half open, the soft evening light caressed the smooth skin of his muscled chest and Sarah’s heart beat a bit faster. How could she have forgotten how his hair curled over his ear like that? She stood grinning and speechless.

He stood in the doorway, blocking it with his incredibly handsome body. “Good evening, Sarah. Have you come to spend the weekend with me?”

She blushed and lowered her eyes. “Yes, Sir, I have.”

He nodded. “I’m glad you came. You know the rules now. Are you ready to enter my house?”

She raised her head and looked at him, her voice and manner steady. This was what she’d waited for all week. “Yes, Sir. I am ready to enter and become your slave.”

He stepped aside and she crossed the threshold.

* * * * *

The corridor was at once familiar and strange. Everything was exactly where she remembered it being, but she was a different person entering now. She’d seen the house in different lights throughout the previous weekend, but this time she was here, knowing what she was in for.

Phillip walked straight into the living room, certain she would follow without being told and was pleased when she did so. Certain now that she was here. His week had been spent getting ready for the moment she returned. If she returned. Hearing her car in the drive had been the sweetest sound on earth. Now he would test the strength of her resolve. He sat comfortably in one of the large easy chairs while she stood, chewing on her lip in uncertainty.

“Undress for me, slave.” His voice was quiet, commanding.

Her fingers trembling with nervousness, she unbuttoned her white silk blouse, pulling it out of her skirt. She let it slide off her shoulders and fall gracefully to the floor. She had to hide her grin as the blouse landed exactly as she’d practiced all week long. Reaching behind her to find the zipper to her skirt, she pushed out her breasts to give him a bit of a show.

A smile twitched at his lips. The little minx wanted to play! Delighted, he sat back to enjoy her performance.

She slid the knee-length skirt down her legs and stepped out of it, looking for a place to set it down. Spotting an empty side chair, she stooped to pick up her blouse and took the two pieces of her outfit to the chair, clad only in her bra, panties, stockings and heels.

Returning to her position, she reached behind her again to undo the clasp of her lacy white bra. For a moment, her breasts pushed against the cups and then fell as they were released from their confinement. With a deft toss, the bra landed neatly on top of her folded clothes.