Submit to Sin (2 page)

"Take it," he almost chanted. "Fucking take it."

It was so much better than the books she'd read. She felt like he was claiming her in a way that their marriage hadn't, making her his, making her his property. She wanted that, to be possessed, to be owned, owned by his hands, his lips, his hard cock.

She felt another orgasm breaking at the tip of his trusts, spreading through her pelvis then up her spine to her heart. Her legs wrapped around her waist, tensing, as she pulsed around his cock. The few times she'd cum while he was inside her it was enough to get Earl off, but this time he was in so much control, so in charge that he didn't even falter in his rhythm.

"Cum for me," Earl said. "Give me your orgasm, you little slut."

Something in his tone, in his bearing, in his words sent Beth's orgasm into a spiral, extending it, intensifying it. Her body writhed and her heels dug at the mattress as she struggled to free her hands to no avail. Somehow through her blissed-out state she felt him tense, felt him cum, felt him pulse and send his hot seed into her body. He collapsed atop her, the effort seeming to drain the very strength from his arms, and they lay together, gasping and panting. He released her wrists.

"I don't know what came over me," Earl managed.

"I don't know either." Beth gasped for air. "But I'm glad it did."

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"That is the hottest story I've ever heard," Roxy said, her cob salad forgotten on the table.

"No wonder you were limping this morning," Angela said, laughing.

Beth waved her off. "I banged my shin on the door."

"Sure you did," Roxy said.

"I admit it was because I was still in a daze from this morning," Beth stirred her iced tea.

Angela laughed again, louder, drawing a few glances from the other patrons in the coffee shop. While the three women didn't work in the same building, they had a long-established tradition of meeting together on their lunch breaks to talk and share news. It had been Angela that had invited the other two to join the Daughters of Lilith in the first place.

"I'm just amazed that it worked," Roxy said. "The summoning thing."

"Oh, me too," Beth said. "I wasn't even trying to do it."

"Maybe I should ask Cernunnos to give Henry a spine," Angela said. "He'll finally ask for that promotion he's due."

"Or maybe he'll realize he's tired of your shit," Roxy said.

Angela stuck out her tongue and threw her wadded up napkin at the girl.

Roxy batted it away. "So now that Earl is more open to suggestion, what are you going to try and get him to do?"

"I don't know," Beth said. "I don't want to push him too far too fast. Maybe have him spank me."

"Ooh," Angela said.

"Or... I could get him to blindfold me."

"Here." Roxy opened her purse and pulled out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs.

Angela and Beth stared at her.

"What?" Roxy asked.

"You just carry those around with you?" Angela asked.

Roxy jutted out her lower lip. "You never know."

Beth laughed.

Roxy gestured towards her with the cuffs again. "Take 'em!"

"I don't know that
I'm
ready to move that fast. Spankings and silk scarves are more my speed."

"Suit yourself," Roxy said. "But ooh, tell us what happens tomorrow."

"Yes," Angela said. "You can't leave us in suspense."

"I've been sending him dirty texts all day," Beth admitted, waving her phone. "It's getting pretty steamy."

"Let me see," Angela said, reaching for the phone.

"Hell no!" Beth held it out of her friend's grasp.

Roxy plucked it from her fingers and stepped away quickly. "Got it!"

"Give that back!"

"Never!" Roxy stepped away again, fiddling with the phone.

Beth half-rose after her, only to have Angela grab her by the shoulder. "I got her! Read it! Read it!"

Roxy squealed. "He says he's going to fuck you like his little whore!"

Beth tore free from Angela's grip and snatched the phone out of Roxy's hands. "Give that back!"

"Like his little whore?" Angela asked, eyebrow raised.

"I think it's hot," Roxy said.

"I'd belt Henry in the nose if he talked to me like that."

Beth was blushing as she slipped her phone into her purse. "Yes, well, I happen to agree with Roxy."

The girls took a few moments to compose themselves.

"Have any of you heard about Mary?" Roxy asked.

"Who?" Angela asked.

"Mary. The new girl. The... sexual sacrifice that Cernunnos fucked at ritual."

"No," Beth said. "But I don't know her."

"Ariana called me asking if I'd heard anything about her."

Angela picked up her trash, walking it to the can by the door. "Carol'd know. She was her sponsor."

"No big deal," Roxy said. "Ariana just tried calling her to check up and she never got a hold of her."

"After something like that, who could blame her." Beth shivered. Sure, she was a little kinky, but being fucked by an invisible demigod in front of the entire coven? She'd probably go into hiding too.

Beth's phone chirped. She pulled it out of her purse and scanned it, then blushed a deep pink.

"Another text?" Roxy smiled wickedly.

"I have to go," Beth said quickly, gathering her purse and jacket.

"I want to hear
all
about it," Angela called after her.

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Beth waited with growing anticipation for her husband to return. Her thoughts danced with desire as she imagined the amazing sex they'd have upon his return.

His last text still sat on her phone.

will be late. buying toys. wear the blue dress

Toys. Beth's mind wandered wildly trying to imagine what sort of toys Earl might have meant. She'd always wanted to experiment with sex toys, but she'd always been a little too sheepish to broach the topic. To pass the time waiting for his return, she browsed the internet, looking at all the devious devices available for purchase.

Maybe he'd buy her a vibrator. Her mind's eye filled with the prospect of him taking her from behind, filling her deep while she let the vibrating tool caress her clit. Maybe he'd even let her ride him while they did it. Or even a simple dildo she could fuck herself with while going down on him. Her thoughts drifted back to the fuzzy handcuffs that Roxy had offered her. Maybe... no. No, that might be too much for him, even with Cernunnos's dark blessing. At least, right away. Some silk scarves, though, could be used both as a blindfold and to bind her hands together.

Blushing furiously she erased her browser history, a force of habit. She didn't really need to, now that he shared her sexual interests. Maybe they could even read some of her favorite erotica together for ideas.

Beth heard a car door slam in the driveway and quickly stood up from the computer chair, smoothing down the hem of her dress, the one he'd asked her to wear. It was the shortest one she'd owned, a satin strappy thing with a hem that came to just below her thighs. It exposed her whole bottom when she bent over. In a fit of naughtiness she pulled her cotton panties off as she heard him coming up the steps. She wouldn't be needing them.

Earl Carpenter opened the door to their living room, a large paper bag in one hand, keys in the other. They keys he hung on the hook by the door, the bag he carried over to the table.

"How much did you spend?" Beth asked, following him.

He turned, taking off his jacket. "Playtime begins now. Your safe-word is Bagel."

"Safe word?" she asked. "What are you going to--"

His strong fingers gripped her jaw. "You will not speak unless I address you directly. You will end each answer with 'Sir.' Understand?"

A thrill ran through her. She hadn't expected Earl to take command so forcefully, but it was really hot. "Yes, sir."

He let go of her. "Good girl. Go into the bedroom, and sit on the bed, hands folded in your lap. Wait for me."

"Yes, sir," she said, rising on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek before padding off into the hall. She didn't know what he'd bought, she didn't know what he had planned, she didn't know what was going on, and the mystery added to the excitement she felt.

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Beth was sitting demurely on the bed as he'd requested when he entered, bag in hand. She opened her mouth to speak, shutting it again when he shot her a stern look, and managed to swallow a giggle.

He put the bag on the nightstand. "Put your hands behind your back."

She obeyed, thrusting her chest forward, hard nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her dress.

She saw as he approached that he hadn't taken off the black gloves he'd worn to work. The sight of the length of rope he held between them surprised and aroused her. This was kinkier than she'd expected from him.

He tied her hands together behind her back. "Too tight?"

She shook her head.

He pulled up sharply on her wrists. "Speak when I ask you a question."

"Ow! No, they're fine," she said, then remembered to add the "Sir."

"Good." He turned and walked back to his bag.

"That hurt," she said.

"I didn't ask."

Beth frowned, then watched as he retrieved a length of fabric. She was getting a little more aggressive than she liked, but she had that safe-word -- bagel -- if things got out of hand. She relaxed.

Earl approached again, tying the black fabric around her eyes, blindfolding her. This was a little more her speed. She'd had fantasies about being blindfolded for some time, and often closed her eyes when they made love, but it wasn't really the same thing.

His hands were on her, cupping her face, turning it up towards a tender kiss. Her concerns melted as his tongue flicked against hers. His palm cupped her breast through the satiny dress, and she moaned appreciatively.

She heard the jingling of his belt and the zipping of her fly, and opened her lips when he presented the heat of his cock.

"Suck."

Beth obeyed, taking him into her mouth, caressing the hot flesh as it entered her. She wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to pleas him, to pleasure him, to earn his approval. She thanked Cernunnos in her head, privately, for giving Earl whatever it was that was allowing him to give her the chance to express her submissive sexual nature.

She suckled his cock tenderly for a minute before he withdrew it. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling herself growing wet with anticipation.

His strong hands slipped something leather into her mouth. She spit it out and turned her head away.

"Open."

"Is that a gag?"

"Open." His voice was more forceful this time.

"You want to gag me? How will I say my safe-word?"

"You don't trust me." Disappointment was heavy in his voice.

"No, I just... what's the point in having a safe-word if I can't say it?"

"If you trust me, open your mouth. If not, then we're not ready for this."

She hesitated only a moment before complying. The thought of giving up her only control was a little scary, but he was right. She
did
trust him.

The leather gag replaced itself, filling her mouth with its slightly bitter flavor. She could feel metal connectors at the corners of her mouth, and felt him tying the gag in place behind her head. Bound, gagged, and blindfolded, she was totally at his mercy.

This
was
what she wanted, right?

She felt the mattress shift under his weight as he sat next to her. His firm hand in the middle of her back guided her, bent her over his lap, and she brought her legs up onto the bed. She lay there, across him, bare ass up in the air. She felt incredibly exposed.

He ran his palms over her naked flesh, from her thighs up to between her legs. His fingertips glided lightly over her bare lips, traced around her asshole, then firmly gripped her ass cheek. She relaxed as he massaged them, his other hand creeping up her back to her shoulders.

Earl brought a hand down sharply across one of the cheeks. The sudden impact wasn't terribly painful, but it was unexpected, and she jerked, but the hand between her shoulders gripped the back of her neck, keeping her still.

He brought the flat of his hand down again, on the other cheek. She gasped into the gag in her mouth.

"You like that?" he asked.

She nodded. This was something she'd been wanting, spanking, though she hadn't expected to be bound and gagged. It made the experience almost more erotic than she could handle.

"Good girl," he said, bringing his hand down again, harder.

She grunted with each slap as it came, loving it and letting each hot impact blend together into a warm glow. Soon her ass wasn't just warm, it felt red hot. She could feel his hard cock under her belly, and wanted him inside her.