The_Submissive - Tara Sue Me (17 page)

Nathaniel surprised me when he visited the Rare Books Collection that Wednesday. Surprised me in a good way.

“I’ve been giving some thought to what you said about the car issue,” he said, zipping his pants up.

“You have?” I slipped my socks on quickly, wanting to be dressed completely if we were going to fight. There was no way, no how I’d ever agree to him buying me a car.

He straightened his tie. “I’ve decided not to press the issue.”

“What?”

“The idea made you extremely uncomfortable, and though part of me still thinks it’d be safer for you to drive, your mental wellbeing is just as important to me.” He walked over and stood in front of me. “I won’t have you ever thinking you’re a whore.”

I was a little surprised he’d drop the subject without further discussion, but pleased that he wasn’t going to push his will on me. “Thank you.”

“Give and take, Abigail, that’s what relationships are.” He took his coat on his way to the door. “I appreciate you being honest with me about your feelings. I have difficulties with that myself.”

No shit, Sherlock.

I slipped down from the table and slid my shoes on. “Maybe we can work on that together.”

He held the door open for me. “Maybe.”

I met him at the private airport terminal at four o’clock Friday afternoon. He stood waiting by a beautiful private jet. At least, I assumed it was beautiful—it’s not like I’d ever seen a private jet up close before, so I had nothing to compare it to.

“Good afternoon, Abigail,” he said. “Thank you for making arrangements to leave work early.”

I nodded and took the outstretched hand he offered to help me up the stairway into the plane. The interior was spacious and sleek. It looked like a fancy apartment: it had a bar, leather couches, even an open doorway leading to a bedroom and, of course, leather chairs.

The pilot waved when he saw us enter the main cabin. “We’ll be ready for take-off shortly, Mr. West,” he said.

Nathaniel motioned toward the chairs. “We should be seated.”

I sat beside him, butterflies in my stomach, while the handful of staff prepared for flight. I was nervous
for several different reasons—seeing Nathaniel’s family again, concern over the expectations Nathaniel had of me, wondering just how the game would go, and, okay, I won’t lie, I was driving myself crazy over what Nathaniel’s
plans
involved.

In no time at all we were airborne. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

“I want to discuss the weekend with you,” Nathaniel said. “Your collar will remain on. You are still my submissive. But my aunt and Jackson have no need to know of our private life. Also, you will not address me as Master, sir, or Mr. West. If you try, you can avoid using my name at all.” He met my eyes. “You will not call me by my given name unless it is unavoidable.”

I nodded.

“Now, today,” he said, “you’re going to learn about control.”

An older lady walked into the cabin. “Can I get you or Ms. King anything, Mr. West?”

“No,” Nathaniel said. “We’ll page you if we need anything.”

“Very good, sir.”

“She’ll spend the remainder of the flight with the pilot unless we need her,” Nathaniel said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Which we won’t.” He held out his hand. “Come with me.”

We walked to the bedroom and Nathaniel closed the door. “Remove your clothing and get on the bed.”

I did as he said, watching him move around the small room. I estimated we had about two hours. Thinking of the things he could do to me in two hours made me giddy.

I got on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Anticipation bubbled in my belly as I wondered what he meant by ‘control’.

I didn’t have to wait long. Nathaniel, fully dressed, walked around the bed, and stretched out my arms so they were perpendicular to my body. My legs he left alone. “Stay like this and I won’t tie you up.”

He sat on the bed, holding what looked like a bowl in his hand. “This is a battery-operated hotplate,” he said. “Normally, I’d use a candle for this, but the pilot won’t allow it.” He gave a small smile. “And rules are rules.”

A candle? Was there wax somewhere?

He took a blindfold from his pocket. “This works better blindfolded.”

Soon, I was wrapped in darkness. Once again naked and waiting.

Nathaniel spoke in that smooth, seductive voice. “Most people find the sensation of the heat very pleasurable.”

I hissed as a drop of wax landed on my upper arm, surprised at how good it felt.

He rubbed it in. “This is special candle wax. It turns to body oil once heated.”

Another drop landed on my other arm, followed again by the gentle feel of Nathaniel’s hand. The uncertainty of where the wax would land next had me tense and waiting. Then it would come—dribbled down my belly, across my upper thigh, down between my breasts. The initial heat gradually subsided into a warmth that left me weak and jelly-like. After every drop, Nathaniel would rub the oil into my body with long, sensuous strokes.

The heat landed on my nipple and I gasped.

Ohhhhh. Damn, that felt good.

Again he followed with his hand, rubbing the oil in.

“Do you like the heat, Abigail?” he asked, his breath hot in my ear as another drop landed on the opposite nipple.

I could only moan.

He dribbled a stream of wax over both breasts. The bed moved and I felt Nathaniel straddle me, both hands rubbing up my torso, cupping my breasts and running the length of my arms.

“Control,” he said. “To whom do you belong? Answer me.”

“You,” I whispered.

“That’s right,” he said. “And by the end of tonight, you’ll be begging for my cock.” His thumbs rubbed over my nipples, pinching, pulling. “If you’re good, I might just let you have it.”

The bed moved again and he left. I felt weak with
anticipation. Still naked, still at his mercy and, suddenly, very much alone.

Our hotel was a five-star resort in Tampa. I’d wondered over the week what the arrangements would be. Would I share Nathaniel’s bed at last? Would he make me sleep on the floor? Would we have two separate rooms?

I stood with him as he checked in, acutely aware of his body next to mine. I could almost feel the electricity coming from him. I wondered how the hotel clerk kept from fanning herself. Of course, he hadn’t massaged her less than an hour ago with hot body wax.

“Here you go, Mr. West,” she said. “The Presidential Suite is ready for you.”

She glanced at me.

Yes
, I wanted to say,
I’m with him. Deal.

“How many keys will you need?” she asked.

“Two, please.”

She handed the keys to him and he stuck both of them in his pocket. “Your luggage will be up shortly,” she said.

He thanked her and we made our way to our room.

“I booked us a suite so you could have your own room and bathroom without the hassle of being down the hall or in a separate room from me.” He handed me a key. “You might need this.”

The suite was spacious and airy. Nathaniel pointed out my room and told me we had an hour before we met everyone for dinner. Our bags were delivered shortly after we arrived and I settled on a dress that Elaina must have given him for me to wear. Tasteful, sexy, and sophisticated all in one.

I met Nathaniel in the suite’s living room, right before we needed to leave.

“Very nice,” he said, looking over me. “But go back and remove the hose.”

Remove the hose? The dress hit right above the knee and it was cold outside.

“I want you totally bare beneath that dress,” he said. “I want you to go out knowing I can lift your skirt and take you any time I want.”

My brain worked hard to comprehend that. Worked hard and failed. I went back to my bedroom and took off my hose and panties. Slipped my shoes back on.

Nathaniel was waiting for me when I returned. “Lift the skirt.”

My face heated as I pulled the skirt up.

He held out his arm. “Now we’re ready.”

We met everyone at a steakhouse downtown. New York fans and photographers lined the windows and blocked the doorway. It took me a few seconds to realize they were waiting for Jackson.

“All these people,” Nathaniel murmured as a passer-by bumped us into each other. “No one even notices us. I can do anything I want and no one will notice.”

My knees threatened to give out from under me.

“Nathaniel!” Elaina called from inside the restaurant, pushing her way through the crowd. “Abby! Over here.”

Fortunately, the restaurant staff were doing an excellent job of keeping the crowd out. Even so, our table received numerous stares and nearly every eye was on us as we took our seats with the Clarks and Wellings.

“Can you believe this weather?” Elaina asked as Nathaniel pulled my chair out for me. “We must have brought it with us from New York.”

I laughed and sat down. “I think it was warmer at home.”

“Which would certainly explain why you would choose not to wear hose,” she said, nodding at my bare legs.

I looked over to Nathaniel, but he simply shrugged.

“Hate the damn things,” I said. “Always seem to find a way to poke a hole in them.”

“How are you feeling, Abby?” Linda asked, sparing me any more questions about my lack of hosiery. “After the accident?”

“I’m feeling great, Dr. Clark,” I said. “Thank you.”

“Hey, Abby,” Felicia said. “How was the flight?”

I blushed. I’m sure she noticed. “Fine, Felicia. It was just fine.”

“Fine?” Nathaniel whispered in my ear. “I poured hot wax over your naked body and it was
fine?
I’m rather insulted.”

I
think
he was teasing.

The waiter came by and poured Nathaniel and me a glass of wine while we looked over the menus. I felt a bit unsure of myself. This was not the type of restaurant I normally frequented. It was too high-class. Too intimidating.

“The lobster bisque is excellent,” Nathaniel said. “So is the house Caesar. I would also recommend either the filet or the strip steak.”

“Lobster bisque and filet, then.” I closed my menu. “So, Jackson. Ready for the game?”

He pulled his eyes away from Felicia. “You know it!”

He laughed and then launched into football talk. I had trouble following what he was saying, and it was an effort to feign polite interest, but I noticed Felicia was hooked on his every word. At one point, Jackson reached over and took her hand. I was so happy for her. She deserved a nice guy and, from what I could tell, Jackson treated her like a queen.

Elaina gave me a wink and pointedly asked me a question, drawing me away from all the football talk. She and Todd were very kind, asking me about
my family and what school I’d been to, trying to set me at ease. As it turned out, Todd had attended medical school at Columbia, which was where I went for my undergraduate degree. We spoke for a while about our college days and discovered we had favored several of the same hangouts. Nathaniel had attended Dartmouth, but that didn’t stop him from joining in our conversation and adding in his favorite college memories. We all laughed when he described working the coin-operated washer and dryers for the first time.