Single White Submissive

by Madeleine Oh

  Gia stared hard at her cell phone, torn between wanting it to ring or throwing it against the wall. Her grip tightened on her wineglass.

  Waiting sucked.

  Her gaze darted to the clock on the fireplace mantel.

  7:58 p.m.

  Damn Connie for slipping the personal ad into her pocket.

  She didn’t force you to pick up the phone and make that call this morning…

  Concerned that the delicate stem of her glass would break, Gia relaxed her death grip. She’d never been much of a drinker before her accident as she’d always been in training. It was amazing how much life could change in the blink of an eye. Rubbing her thumb against the rim of the glass, she contemplated just what might happen in the next few minutes. Her stomach clenched.

  When she’d called this morning a man who’d claimed to be an assistant answered the phone and after answering a few rudimentary questions, they’d set an appointment for a phone call from the gentleman who’d placed the ad.

  Her gaze returned to the clock.

  7:59 p.m.

  Was it too late to turn off her phone?

  Setting the glass on the coffee table, she leapt to her feet and began to pace. What in the devil did she think she was doing? Calling strange men to arrange for a sexual encounter…

  Her toe caught on the leg of the coffee table and she yipped when pain shot up her leg. “Merda!”

  Scowling, she dropped onto the couch to clutch her toe. For crying out loud, it was only sex. Sex was easy. He was a man, she was a woman and they were both looking for the same thing. She massaged her toe and the pain slowly ebbed away. They were about to have a phone conversation and if they connected then maybe they would meet in person.

  She released her foot.

  If they didn’t then she simply hung up the phone and broke out her vibrator.

  “It wouldn’t be the first time—”

  Her phone gave a low, tolling ring and she almost jumped out of her skin. As she stared at it as if it were a snake readying to strike, it rang again. With each sound a Monty Python line ran through her head.

  Bring out your dead…

  She gave a nervous twitter and reached for the phone.

  “Ciao?”

  “May I speak to Gia Conti?” The voice was definitely masculine, low and rumbling just the way she liked it.

  “Speaking.” Her voice came out squeaky, at least an octave higher than normal.

  “Gia, my name is Drake and I believe I’m your eight o’clock appointment.” His tone was smooth, assured. “Is this a good time for you?”

  “Yes, of course.” Her grip tightened on the phone.

  “First, I want to thank you for answering my advertisement, it shows you are a woman of adventure.” Approval laced his tone.

  “Well, your ad was intriguing.”

  “Good. That was my intention.” He chuckled, and the deep sound sent sensations of awareness down her spine. “And thank you for speaking with my assistant and agreeing to a meeting on the phone. I figured this would be less pressure and one cannot be too careful these days.”

  “You’re right about that,” she murmured. “Have you had many responses?”

  “A few though yours is the only one I will be pursuing.”

  “And why is that?” Gia reached for the bottle of wine and refilled her glass. “I would think that you’d speak to several ladies before making a decision. What if I’m a dud?”

  He chuckled. “Somehow I doubt that very much. There’s no way a woman with a voice as lovely as yours could be a dud. Can you tell me what made you decide to respond to my advertisement?”

  Well, a friend harassed me into it and then there’s this madman I call le bastardo…

  Gia took a deep drink of her wine before she answered though she hardly needed any more false courage. One more glass and she’d be passed out on the coffee table and Drake would only hear her snoring in his ear.

  “Currently, I’m between serious relationships and I find I have an itch that needs to be scratched.” Shocked that she could say such a thing to a complete stranger, she set the glass down on the table. No more wine for her.

  “Mmm.” His voice grew deeper. “Is that so? But why did you choose to answer a personal ad?”

  “Actually a friend saw your advertisement then persuaded me to call you. I admit I haven’t read the personals very much.”

  “Neither have I.”

  “And seeing as it isn’t all that easy to find someone to perform as a Dom, and I’m not looking for a long-term commitment, voila, here we are.”

  “Sounds straightforward.”

  “Very much so.” Gia stretched out her legs, bracing her heels on the low-slung coffee table. “So what made you choose me over the other respondents?”

  “You’re very beautiful, Gia.”

  Stunned, she sat upright. “How would you know what I look like?”

  “I recognized your name. My mother is very fond of the ballet.”

  Damn! She’d never considered that he might recognize her name. Flustered, she cleared her throat and her voice came out husky.

  “You have me at a disadvantage then. I don’t even know what you look like.”

  “You will soon enough.” He chuckled. “I have to admit that I did not choose you based solely upon your lovely face. My assistant said you were spunky and full of fun. After speaking with him I couldn’t help but think that you’d be a pleasure to train.”

  Gia’s brow arched. Slow down now, stud…

  “And you think you’re Dom enough for me?”

  “Most definitely.”

  Heat curled along her spine at his confident tone. She enjoyed powerful, self-assured men.

  “So, if I agree to become your sub, what will you do for me?” She reached for her glass.

  “I will show you pleasures like none you’ve ever imagined…”

  “Such as?” Gia took a drink, enjoying this conversation more and more. “You should know that I have a very vivid imagination.” He chuckled and sparks burst forth in her lower belly. She loved a man with a sexy laugh.

  “Are you trying to lead me into having phone sex with you?”

  “Mmm, now that you mention it.” Gia leaned her head against the back of the couch.

  “If you need something, you only have to ask, Gia.”

  “Okay.”

  “I will make the decision as to whether your request is in our best interests, sexually speaking, of course.”

  “Fine with me.”

  “And you will call me Sire Drake or just Sire, whichever you prefer.” His tone brooked no argument.

  Her throat went dry and she gulped down more of her wine. “Sire Drake.”

  “Very good. What are you wearing this evening, Gia?”

  She looked down at her rumpled robe. “Just a red robe, silk.”

  “Sire Drake,” he prompted.

  “Sire Drake.” She leaned forward and put down her glass. Her stomach was tense while the rest of her body was liquid, waiting to see what would come next.

  “And nothing else?” he purred.

  “No, Sire.”

  “Excellent. You will open your robe for me.”

  Gia’s gaze darted around the living room even though she was alone in her apartment. The blinds were drawn and there was no way anyone could see her during their private fantasy. She licked her lips and her palms were damp by the time she reached for the tie around her waist. The silk slid apart with no urging on her part, baring her body to the cool, air-conditioned air.

  “It’s open, Sire Drake.” Her voice was faint.

  “Now close your eyes, Gia, and listen to my voice.”

  She swallowed hard and allowed her eyes to slip shut.

  “If I were with you now, I’d take your hand and bring you to your feet. I’d remove your robe from your body leaving you naked to my eyes, my touch. I’d adorn your beautiful throat with a narrow leather collar and I’d decorate your beautiful breasts with
a matching pair of gold rings.”

  “They’re pierced,” her tone was breathy. “My nipples are pierced, Sire.”

  The sound of his indrawn breath was loud. Was he displeased?

  “Sire?”

  “Really? Pierced? Very nice.” His voice was husky with approval. “I will enjoy that very much. Just thinking about your pierced nipples is making me hard, Gia.”

  She couldn’t help but smile. Good, because just talking to him was making her hornier than hell.

  “I would take your hand and lead you into the bedroom. Using black silk scarves, I’d tie you down, not so tightly that it would hurt but just enough to restrict your movement. I’d like to see you like that, your body open and waiting for my touch. At my discretion of course.”

  Gia bit her lower lip as a wave of heat ran down her spine.

  “I’d touch you all over, stroking every inch of your skin until you quiver with anticipation. Then, only then, would I touch your pussy, parting your lips I’d lower my head between your thighs and taste your sex. I’d stroke your beautiful cunt with my tongue, sucking your clitoris until you’re begging me to fuck you. But I’m not going to, not yet.”

  Her breathing grew deeper. She could well imagine the scene and her sex grew moist at the images her mind created. She spread her legs and began toying with the narrow strip of hair on her mound.

  “First, I would fuck you with my fingers while my mouth suckled on your nipples. I will enjoy the taste of your flesh, your arousal. When you’re ready to come, I’d stop and spread your thighs as far as your bonds permit. I’d kiss my way up your thighs until you quiver with your need for release but still I won’t allow you to come yet. I want you to beg, beg me to touch your pussy, Gia.”

  “Please…” Without realizing it, she spoke aloud.

  “Touch yourself, Gia. You may stroke your clitoris but don’t come until I tell you it’s time.”

  A soft whimper escaped her when she pressed her fingers over her mound before dipping inside.

  “Then I’ll lick you, tasting your arousal against my tongue. You’ll be sweet and warm and I’ll enjoy it very much. My cock is rock-hard just thinking of eating your pussy. I won’t be able to get enough of you and I’ll want to lick you for hours.”

  Her fingertip grazed her clit sending a trill of arousal up her spine.

  “But still, I won’t let you come, not quite yet. I’ll remove my clothes and my cock will be so hard, so hot just for you. I’ll slide it into your pussy, parting your sweet, slick flesh and filling you to the root. I’ll begin to move, pushing deep inside you, fucking you into mindless arousal. Then I’ll kiss you, allowing you to taste your arousal on my tongue, all the while my cock will be pounding into you. Then, only after you beg me, will I allow you to come.”

  A small moan of pleasure broke from her mouth, her thighs tight as she dangled on the edge of release.

  “Please, Sire Drake,” she whispered. “I need to come.”

  “This time you may, Gia,” he purred.

  With a solid stroke against her clit her body arched and a powerful orgasm washed over her. She sobbed out her release, her body spasming against her fingers as liquid release rained hot against her fingers. Her breathing was harsh and she was strangely lightheaded when she finally forced her eyes open.

  “That’s my girl. I can’t wait to see you come.” He gave a soft chuckle. “How do you feel, Gia?”

  Her tongue felt thick and uncoordinated while her body was spent. “Hot,” she whispered.

  “Would you like to continue this conversation tomorrow? I would very much like to hear what you’d like to do with my cock in your mouth.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Excellent. I will call you tomorrow at 8:00 p.m.” There was a pause. “Until then, dream of me.”

  She murmured her goodbye, torn between complete terror and total arousal. Just what was she about to get herself into?

  * * * * *

  Drake could barely contain his shout of excitement when he hung up the phone. Gia was more willing, so much more than he’d ever dared to dream. Her voice was husky, sensual and her responsiveness was explosive. His hands itched to get a hold of her and touch her in person.

  But right now he had a more urgent problem.

  His erection was pressed against the zipper of his jeans and it was becoming quite painful. He exhaled slowly as he released the closure and allowed his cock to escape. Wrapping his hand around his thick member, he gave it a slow squeeze and felt his balls tighten. Automatically his hand began a slow, familiar stroke that caused his toes to curl.

  No, not yet.

  Exhaling, he forced himself to release his cock. A drop of precome glistened on the head. He’d allowed Gia to take her release, but he’d wait for his satisfaction until tomorrow night. His blood heated. He could hardly wait to hear what she’d say to him, what images her words would evoke in his mind as he imagined her taking his cock into her mouth, sucking, licking—

  He groaned as his cock jerked, just barely on the edge of release.

  Pushing to his feet, he stalked toward the bathroom and the cold shower that awaited him.

  Chapter Five

  Just what had she gotten herself into?

  By the next evening, Gia had lost count of the number of times she’d asked herself that question. Over and over again as she went through her daily routine, it plagued her.

  Now, standing in the window of her penthouse apartment, she watched the sun sink in the western sky. She couldn’t deny how much she’d enjoyed herself last night. Having phone sex with a stranger had been arousing, exciting and something she’d never tried before. The best part was for the first time in weeks, she’d gone to bed without thinking twice about le bastardo. Talking with Drake had been fun, easy, and it reinforced the beauty of this potential relationship, the effortlessness. No stress, no emotions to get in the way, just natural sensuality.

  It’s empty…

  She winced at the voice in her head. Emotionally empty maybe, but she wasn’t ready for an intense relationship. Right now she just wanted to have some fun. For the moment she was content to play Alice in Wonderland and Drake was just the man to be her Mad Hatter—

  The phone rang and she darted a look at the clock. 8:00 p.m. on the nose. She snatched up her cell phone and tumbled onto the couch.

  “Ciao?”

  “Good evening, beautiful.”

  Gia’s toes curled at the sound of his deep voice. “Good evening, Sire.”

  He chuckled. “I like how you say that.”

  “And I like that you like it.” Her nipples ached.

  “How was your day, Gia?”

  “Quiet. I went shopping for some new lingerie.”

  “Hmm, for me?”

  “Hardly, I don’t know your size,” she shot back.

  He laughed again and the sound made her stomach flutter. “So what else did you do?”

  “Ran some errands, had lunch with a friend.” Gia didn’t know why she was reluctant to tell him that she’d also endured two hours of grueling physical therapy on her ankle. It was a part of her life, which was intensely personal not to mention painful, and she tried to put it behind her the moment she left the clinic every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. “That’s about it.”

  “Sounds stimulating.” She heard the amusement in his voice.

  “Oh it was. So what did you do all day?”

  “Thought about you.”

  Her breath caught and a silken ache ignited between her thighs. “Is that so?”

  “It is. I didn’t get much work done otherwise. I spent most of my day wondering how you would taste. What you would feel like as you came apart beneath me.”

  Her mouth went dry.

  “Luckily for me I’m caught up on my work.” He chuckled.

  She cleared her throat, her mind still transfixed by the powerful images his words had evoked. “Just what do you do for a living, Sire?” Her voice came out a little husky.<
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  “I’m an artist.”

  “A painter?”

  “Among other mediums, yes, I do paint.”

  “Really? Somehow that surprises me.”

  “How is that?”

  She squirmed. “Well, I guess I don’t envision the artsy type as a take-charge kind of man.”

  He chuckled again. “Don’t be fooled by my soulful exterior, Gia. I am very much in charge. Now tell me, will you allow me to paint your portrait?”

  She blinked. “You want to paint me?”

  “I would love to paint you, to capture your beautiful face on canvas would be an honor.”

  Her teeth caught her lower lip. It wasn’t the first time someone had asked her to model. When she’d danced the lead in Swan Lake her mother had commissioned a portrait that now hung in her parents’ sitting room in Rome. For the most part it had been completed with photographs but she well remembered the painful hours she’d had to endure while the artist put the finishing touches on the portrait and had needed her to pose for him.

  “Mmm, I don’t know about that. Let me think on it.”

  “Fair enough.” He didn’t sound disappointed with her decision. “Now, tell me, Gia. Have you thought about our conversation this evening?”

  “Yes.”

  “So tell me,” his voice dropped. “What would you do to please your Sire?”

  “First, I’d make you dinner.”

  “You cook?” Somehow he couldn’t see it. According to Con, Gia was a pampered flower and consequently she was unschooled in the domestic arts.

  “Yes, I cook. Not a lot but I can find my way around a kitchen.” He heard the indignation in her tone.

  “Will you be naked?”

  She laughed and he enjoyed the silky notes of joy. “If you wish.”

  “I do indeed.”

  “Fine, I’m dressed only in our collar and my frilly white apron.”

  He grinned at the evocative image. “Lovely,” he murmured, his cock already hardening. “Go on.”

  “I’ll make you roasted lamb with Greek lemon potatoes and fresh asparagus. Sitting in your lap, I’d serve you with my hands, feeding you morsels of your meal and plying you with your favorite wine.” Her throaty voice was warm, her tone intimate. “And just before you’re full I’d present you with dessert.”