The Art of Submission (12 page)

Dylan

As we stand there in the middle of her
apartment, she’s looking at me all –
take
me Dylan
, and as much as I want to, I can’t; not here;
not like this. I want her in my dungeon. “Isabel. We can’t do this
here. Not right now. I want to train you first. I want to teach you
what I like, what I think you’ll like. I’m not into vanilla sex –
it just doesn’t do it for me anymore. Please
understand.”

“But… I thought you wanted me?” She looks
hurt and confused.

“
I want you more than you can imagine.
Just not here; not right now. There’s so much I need to teach you.
So many things we need to discuss. Do you know anything about BDSM?
About what your role will be as a submissive, if you decide that’s
what you want to do?”

She looks at the floor and I see her cheeks
flush. Why is she embarrassed?

“I don’t even know what that acronym
means.”

Shit. She really doesn’t have a clue. I’ve
got my work cut out for me. I tell her it means
bondage-discipline-sadomasochism.

“Oh.” She says and her eyes widen in
revelation. I see a small smile play at the corners of her
mouth.
I knew it
. I
was
right about her. She’s curious.
A wicked idea pops into my head.

“Can I take you somewhere tonight? There’s
something I want you to see. I think it will answer a lot of your
questions.”

“Oh… okay. Right now?”

She seems hesitant. Why? For some reason,
Greer pops into my head and I’m immediately annoyed.

“Yes.
Why
? Do you have plans or something?”

She cocks her head to one side and
looks amused.
Why the fuck is she
amused?

“Of course not. I never have plans.”

That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. “Good.
If things go the way I hope they do, all of your plans will be with
me from now on. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Young.” She states obediently.

Her response confounds me. I guess it’s
because it was completely unprompted. “Oh, Isabel. You’re going to
make a wonderful submissive.”

Her cheeks blush a wonderful shade of pink
and she does that thing with her hair that drives me fucking
insane. I feel myself getting hard, my erection swollen in my
pants. She must sense it, or see it, because she glances downward
towards my cock and then quickly looks back at me.

“Can’t I just have a little taste before we
go?” She asks sweetly with her eyes the color of wildfire.

Holy fuck.
I
can’t believe she just said that
. This
little angel does have a dark side
. How can I resist
her when she’s looking at me like that?

Of course sweetheart, you can have as much as
you want…

She walks backwards, pulling toward her
bed, never taking her eyes off mine. She sits down, me standing in
front of her. She is looking at up me with those brilliant gold
eyes. She slowly caresses me through my pants, gripping me, teasing
me. She unbuttons my pants, and unzips them – much too slowly. When
she finally exposes me completely, she looks up at me with a look
of… what? Fear?
Oh sweetheart… you can
take it
. I caress her face and put my hands in her
hair to reassure that it it’s not too much for her. She ever so
slowly starts running her pale pink tongue up and down my rod. Her
tongue is rough and wet, like delicate sandpaper.
Fuck… it feels so good.
Then she
wraps her delicious pouty lips around the head and starts
sucking.
No… wait…

“Stop… I want to try something.” I tell
her.

I briefly look around her apartment and
immediately find what I’m looking for. I walk over to a coat rack
and grab a scarf that’s hanging there. I walk back over to Isabel,
and she’s looking at me dazed. She’s all eyes and mouth. I kneel in
front of her and carefully wrap the scarf around her eyes, making
sure to shield them completely, and then tie it tightly. She sits
compliantly and doesn’t make any objections. Her hands come up to
the scarf and she touches it, getting used to it, then her fingers
glide down her cheeks, and her fingertips brush her lips. I stand,
and move close in front of her so that her searching hands meet my
hardness. Her breathing quickens and she shifts on the bed. I can
see she’s eager to have me by her hardened nipples visible through
her t-shirt. She strokes me, gripping me tightly, up and
down.
Yes… like
that
.

Then she continues where she left off
and her eager mouth completely engulfs me. She sucks hard, her
velvety tongue twirling around the head.
FUCK…. I don’t want to cum yet
… She takes me
deep… deeper, and I feel myself at the back of her throat.
Fuck
…
this
girl has got skills
. She pulls back quickly and
releases me, then takes me again, all mouth, wet and loud. She does
this over and over. I don’t want to cum yet, so I start looking
anywhere but her mouth. I make the mistake of looking above her
bed, and I see her paintings, und they’re my undoing. FUCK…
I’m coming. Fucking hell.
It’s so
explosive and quick, I don’t have a chance to warn her. Like a good
submissive, she doesn’t flinch and she swallows what I give her
without complaint; the only sound coming from her a small
groan.

I see a small smile steal onto her face
and she gently wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and licks
her lips.
Holy fuck that’s
sexy
.

I kneel down in front of her and take
the scarf off so that I can see what’s going on behind those
beautiful eyes. When I take it off, she blinks several times, her
eyes adjusting to the light. I’m directly in front of her, eye
level. Our eyes meet and the chemistry is undeniable.
It’s like electricity.

“That was fucking amazing.” I tell her.

“
Yes, it was. Thank you.” Her voice is
soft and seductive and she’s smiling.

Why is she thanking me?
Because she’s a natural born submissive, that’s
why
. Hell, I should be the one thanking
her.

She’s quiet for a moment, trying to find the
words, I think. Finally she looks up at me, her eyes scanning my
face.

“Because I prayed that I could be with you
just once. And if this is the only time I get to have you, I just
wanted you to know that… it was the most… the most…” She just stops
there, unable to find the words to describe how she feels.

“Just once? You only want me this one time?”
I ask sarcastically.

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant.”

Her eyes widen and she looks panicked, and I
can’t help but laugh out loud. This is way too easy.

“Are you laughing at me again, Mr. Young?”
She narrows her eyes at me, but she’s grinning mischievously.

“No, no. I wouldn’t dare do that,
Isabel.”

She looks down at my still-exposed cock and
dryly says, “Put that thing away and let’s go.”

Oh. Little Miss Sassy Panties is
back.
Me likey.

**********************

Isabel

Why doesn’t he just take me – right here,
right now? I want him so badly. Can’t he see that? He understood my
telepathic message before, in Greer’s office, why can’t he now? I’m
practically begging him.

“Isabel. We can’t do this here. Not right
now…”

What? No! If he rejects again, so help me…
why does this man tease me so? I thought he wanted me. If he really
wanted me, he would just take me.

“I want you more than you can imagine. Just
not here. Not right now…” He says in his polite businessman
tone.

Why does he keep bringing that stuff
up? He mentions ‘vanilla sex’ and I only know what that means
because I heard some of the girls talking about it at work. I don’t
even know what that acronym means.
Yes,
I’ve lived a sheltered life, okay?
I’m not proud of
it. Do I really have to say this? Oh no. He looks like he’s
reconsidering all this.
Please no.
Don’t let my stupidity scare him away.

“
It means
bondage-discipline-sadomasochism.” He says patiently.

Okay. The discipline thing again.

“Can I take you somewhere tonight?...” He
looks excited.

He wants to take me somewhere? Right now?

“Yes.
Why
? Do you have plans or something?”

What is
that
tone? Is he sulking? Whatever it is, he
looks damned hot. But seriously, of course I don’t have plans. I
never have plans. Who the hell would I have plans with anyway?
Isn’t it obvious I have
no
personal life whatsoever?

“Good…”

All of my plans with him?
Abso-freakin’-lutely. Like there would be any kind of argument
there? “Yes, Mr. Young.” I eagerly reply.

“Oh, Isabel. You’re going to make a wonderful
submissive.”

Oh heavens. The look in his eyes right
now is staggering.
Blue hot
.
Me – his submissive? Yes, I like the sound of that
very much
.

Why oh why can’t I just have him right
now? I’ve waited my whole life for a man like this and he’s finally
here, right in front of me… and he wants me to wait? Oh dear - look
at that.
He’s got a hard on
.
How can he expect me to ignore
that
?

“Can’t I just have a little taste
before we go?”
Holy
hallelujah
. I can’t believe I said that out loud. Why
was I not born with a brain-mouth filter?

He smiles deviously at my comment, his
eyes squinting just a bit when he does. Goodness,
whatever
shall I do? To hell with
these games.
I want him.

I pull him towards my bed and sit in
front of him. I can feel how turned on he is through his pants.
He’s
so
hard. The way he’s
looking at me right now makes me feel… dare I say it?
Wanted
. I clumsily fumble with his
pants button and zipper. I’m doing my best to look graceful and
sexy, but really I’m just a feeble klutz. I finally get his pants
undone and pull him free of his very sporty briefs. Cute. I
wouldn’t have guessed him to be a brief man.

Holy hard on.
What does he think I’m going to do with
that
? I mean… I’m game, but … it’s just
so...
big
. Like hard on in
3D. I look up at him hoping he’ll explain how this is supposed to
work. He touches my face, runs his hand through my hair and gives
me look of pure pleasure, and that’s enough for me. I’ll just do my
best and hope for a positive
outcum.
I inwardly laugh at my own
no-pun-intended remark. I’ll start with the basics. A little
licking, some gentle sucking. He tastes so delicious and he smells
wonderful - clean. But just when it’s getting good, he stops me.
No! Why?

“Stop… I want to try something.” He ways with
a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I wonder what he’s planning. Something
naughty I hope. I see him scanning my apartment, and then he spies
something on the coat rack. A scarf? What does he plan on doing
with
that
? He walks back over
to me, kneels in front of me, and gently starts blindfolding me.
Oh, I get it now. Yes.
This is
nice.
I’ve never done anything like this before. The
scarf feels so soft around my eyes. I touch it, trying to get used
to the feeling of not being able to see what I’m doing. Then I feel
him front of me, all his hardness in my hot and greedy hands. My
breathing is so loud and I’m trying my best to control it, but it’s
difficult because I’m so absolutely turned on right now. I can feel
my own wetness and I shift uncomfortably on the bed.
Let’s do this
…

I start stroking him firmly and I can
hear his breathing start to quicken. He puts his hands in my hair
as I take him in my mouth and he gently pushes my head
down
. He tastes so good
. I do
what I know; I caress the head of his dick with my tongue and suck
hard. I can hear him moaning low and deep so I take him deeper. Can
I do this? Maybe… I’ll try. I relax and take him to the back of my
throat, concentrating on not gagging… oh… yes… I
can
do it. I pull him out of my
mouth completely and then quickly take him in again, sucking as
hard as I can. I do it over and over. The sound is so delicious and
naughty; it’s wet and loud. Oh my god, I’m going to cum…. I can’t
believe this.

“Fuck!” His voice is filled with abandon.

Without warning I feel his warm release
at the back of my throat and I swallow quickly. Then I cum, too,
and it feels
so
incredible
.

I sit smiling like some kind of sexed
lunatic as he removes the scarf from my eyes. When my eyes have
finally adjusted to the light, he’s kneeling in front of me again,
just gazing at me. The attraction is palpable between us –
electric
.

“That was fucking amazing.” He says.

Wow. No one has ever said that to me,
well,
not like that.
Not with
those blazing blue eyes and that impossible mouth. I feel myself
blush and I can’t stop smiling.