The Billionaire's Submission (3 page)

The
following Friday, I went out drinking with my best friend, hoping to
forget about all the petty shit going on in my life. It was less fun
than I had imagined. After her briefly lecturing me about how I
should have stayed with Garret despite my sexual cravings, she went
on about her job, which was admittedly far more miserable than mine.
While my boss was strict and demanding, her boss was a cunt and a
half.

I
was never more thankful when my cell phone vibrated in my pocket,
hoping it was one of our friends who had planned to meet us later
that night. The alcohol had already pretty well taken root, but it
wasn't enough to make me interested in what she was saying. It would
be nice to talk about something else, or for the two of them to
discuss work while I drank myself into oblivion.

My
heart nearly stopped beating when I realized the text message was
from Garret. “Can we talk?” he asked.

What's
there to talk about, I thought bitterly, but my fingers replied,
“Yes.”

“
I'll
be over in a few minutes.”

“
I'm
not at home.”

“
Where
are you? I'll pick you up.”

Could
his timing be any worse? I was drunk, but I didn't want to let the
opportunity pass me by. “Can we talk tomorrow? I'm out with my
friends right now.”

“
No.
I need to talk to you now.”

I
gave him the name of the bar and then quickly ordered another beer
for liquid courage. Beer after beer after beer came my way. By the
time our other friend arrived, I could barely keep myself sitting
upright. Still, I pressed on, despite the two of them trying to hold
me back.

When
Garret finally stepped through the entrance, I was on beer number
ten, and there were about three of him standing before me. He
furrowed his brow, but I couldn't have cared less what he thought of
me in that moment. We weren't a couple anyway, so what did it matter.

Before
I knew what was going on, Garret was escorting me out of the bar,
holding my hair back so I could vomit, and then I woke up naked in
his bed with a splitting headache. Oh God, what had I done?

The
bedroom was spinning, but I knew it was his. There was a heavy smell
of sweat and alcohol and sex. Did we have sex? I couldn't even
remember. If we did, then he had taken advantage of me. I hadn't
wanted it, I told myself, secretly knowing it was a lie.

While
everything in me wanted to go back to sleep, my body was rebelling
against me, determined to make me experience every self-induced ounce
of pain and discomfort. I crept to the bathroom to throw up again. It
was going to be a long miserable morning. Hopefully, Garret wouldn't
send me home too soon, since I'd be throwing up every fifteen minutes
until I could fall asleep again. That's how it always worked when I
had a hangover this bad.

“
Morning,
princess.” I heard Garret say from behind me as I power vomited
stomach acid into the toilet. Not sexy.

I
was so embarrassed that I didn't even want to face him. “Morning.”

“
I'd
ask how you feel, but I think the answer is obvious.”

I
turned my head to give him a sarcastic look, but my eyes melted into
lust as they landed on his perfect naked body. Garret's blue eyes
gazed down on me in concern, and I was a bit ashamed that all I could
look at was his erect cock. Morning wood, one of nature's most
amazing things, especially on him. Being aroused suited Garret well.
If I hadn't been so sick and confused, I would have been tempted to
pounce on him right then and there.

“
Did
we have sex last night?” was the only thing I could think of to
say.

“
You
don't remember?” He looked genuinely hurt.

“
I
don't even remember how I got here.”

“
I
let you tie me down, and spank me, and put ice on my dick, and fuck
me up the ass with a strap on.”

My
eyes widened in shock. “Really?”

An
ear to ear grin crossed Garret's face, telling me he was lying
without him even needing to speak. “No, but maybe I would have
if you hadn't been so fucking drunk. Do you need me to get you some
water?”

“
No,
thank you. I would just throw it up.” I returned my attention
to the toilet, where yellow lumps of stomach acid floated in the
water, testament to the fact that there was nothing left in my
stomach. “I'm sorry about this. It's so embarrassing.”

“
Well,
if I didn't ever see you at your worst, then I wouldn't really be
sure if I wanted you for better or worse.”

“
What
happened last night?”

Garret
laughed, apparently amused by my confused misery. “You
professed your undying love to me. Told me what an idiot you had
been. And then you about raped me, which I must admit, I enjoyed
immensely.”

“
You
know that drunk sex isn't consensual,” I tried to pretend to be
angry at him, but my voice gave me away.

“
You
attacked me. Is it consensual for the drunk person if it's the sober
person that ends up getting raped?”

My
eyes fell on his penis, which was finally beginning to soften. “I
would rape you again if I didn't feel like such crap.”

“
That's
what I like to hear.” Garret's smile broadened. “Now what
do you want for breakfast?”

“
Your
cock.”

“
I
have a feeling you wouldn't be able to hold that down either.”
He smirked, catching my jest.

“
I
need to wait until the nausea goes away before I eat anything, and
that won't happen until I sleep again. My hangover relief method is
shower, sleep, and eat, in that order. If I wasn't throwing up, it
would be eat, shower, and then sleep.”

“
Well
then, we best get on with it.”

Garret
spent the day tending to my needs, and I was ever grateful for his
attentiveness, even though I knew I didn't deserve it. As I lay in
bed, I mulled over his words. He had said he would have considered
letting me tie him down if I hadn't been drunk. Did that mean Garret
was willing to give BDSM another try?

The
next morning, I felt a lot better, though my hangover hadn't gone
away completely. It seemed that the older I got, the longer they
seemed to last, especially when I consumed so much alcohol.

Garret
was still asleep when I awoke, and I purred against his chest,
content to see how peaceful and innocent he looked while he slept. He
had been such a good boy; I thought a reward was in order. Slowly, I
crept down his body, pulling back the covers as went. Luckily, Garret
slept like a log, so I didn't have much fear in waking him.

I
wasted no time wrapping my lips around his manhood and sliding down
the length, sucking vigorously as I went. Garret's breath hitched as
he awoke to the pleasures of my mouth, and his throat almost
instantly erupted into moans. Following my strokes with my hand, I
bobbed up and down on his length, working the supple skin on top of
itself as I masturbated his hard shaft into my mouth.

Garret's
fingers curled gently into my hair as I quickened my pace. Soon, his
breath was ragged beneath me, and I watched his balls ascend while he
shot his load. I absolutely hated the taste of cum, but he had well
earned this little treat. Closing my eyes, I swallowed, trying to get
it all in one mouthful.

As
I arose from Garret's manhood, licking the head clean, I was pleased
to see that his eyes were hooded in bliss. I did a good job.

“
Well
that was a nice surprise,” he said as I crawled back up his
body to rest my head on his chest.

“
You
deserved it.” I snuggled against him.

We
lay there for a moment, content in each other's arms.

“
Are
you ready to talk about things?”

“
What's
there to talk about?” I held back a sigh, resigned to the fact
that I wasn't willing to lose him again, no matter what the cost.

“
Well,
you were too drunk to talk sense about us the other night. I wasn't
joking when I said you proclaimed your undying love for me.”

My
cheeks flushed in embarrassment. What an idiot I must have sounded
like. I could only imagine my slurred speech and exaggerated gestures
as I poured my heart out. Unfortunately, I was never more honest than
when I was inebriated. While there wasn't much of a barrier between
my mind and my mouth when I was sober, when I was drunk, it
completely disappeared.

“
I
want to know how you really feel about me,” Garret finished.

“
I
missed you . . . a lot,” I admitted.

“
I
missed you too, which is why I had to talk to you again. I don't want
to see our relationship end over something so stupid.”

My
heart sank a bit, and I cringed. Were my needs so stupid? Was that
how he really felt?

I
sighed. “I love you. I just wish you were willing to try new
things. I was in a marriage with a guy who didn't like to stray from
his norm, and the passion died out of the relationship within three
months.”

“
I'm
sure that the sex wasn't the only thing that killed the
relationship,” Garret objected.

“
No,
it wasn't. But it did kill my desire for him.”

“
So,
the only way to keep your desire for me is to allow you to hurt me?”

I
could tell things were already going south, and not in a good way.
“No. I don't want to hurt you. I want to experiment with you.
Sex should be fun and exciting. Sure, there are some nights when I'm
just going to want to make love. A lot of them, in fact. And there
are nights when I'm going to want you to fuck me so hard you'll think
you're going to break from it.” I grinned at the thought. “But
there are also nights when I'll want to do other things. Maybe I'll
want to test your boundaries, but I promise to stop if it gets
uncomfortable.”

“
And
do you still want to marry me?” His tone was firm, as if the
answer was the only one that mattered.

“
I
do.” A smile crossed my face at the silly play on words.

Garret
squeezed me gently. “Good, because I still want to marry you
too.” He sighed. “If this is what it will take to keep
you, then I'm willing to try. Being without you was far too painful.
Probably worse than anything you could do to me physically.”

My
heart swooned from his words, rekindling the fire I had thought was
extinguished in his absence. How did he know exactly what to say to
melt me completely?

Spirits
were higher than they had been in a long time. We spent the day
together, enjoying each other's company. Garret spoiled me by taking
me out to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. By the time we
returned for the evening, I felt like a whale. Still, there was one
other hunger that was nagging at me.

My
bag of tricks made another appearance once inside the bedroom, and I
eyed the contents of it nervously, wondering if it was too soon to
try for more rough playtime. After all, we had just mended things.
Was it really worth the chance of making them awkward again? I
decided not, letting my more carnal desires slide for a week.

Garret
was more prepared when I brought it up again. I had warned him the
night before so that he had almost the entire day to get in the right
mindset. Play would be extremely light this time. Nothing that I
thought would scare him away. I didn't even plan to use the
handcuffs, worrying that binding him might have triggered his trust
issues and got us started on the wrong foot from the get go.

“
Get
up on the bed on your hands and knees,” I told Garret as I
pulled the riding crop from my bag.

“
Yes,
mistress,” he teased before complying.

“
Ew,
don't call me that. It sounds too much like I'm your secret lover.”

“
Then
what should I call you during these sessions?” He wiggled his
naked butt at me, and I couldn't help but laugh. “Mistress
is
what
most dominatrices like to be called.”

“
Call
me by my name. It will sound a lot sexier,” I replied, giving
his ass a playful swat with the riding crop.

“
Yes,
Mia,” Garret replied mockingly, his grin still firmly in place.