Submitting

by Rose de Fer

  Small crescents of discomfort attacked my shoulders. I realised it was her fingernails digging into me as she waited for me to plunge.

  ‘Ah…yeah, baby…’ I grinned.

  She was on edge, desperate for it, at my mercy.

  I’ve longed for this. Without knowing it.

  I cupped her nape, slid my other hand around her waist. In my arms like this, with her hot thighs around my torso, had there ever been a more perfect woman – anyone more perfect for me?

  The dampness of her entrance kissed my glans. I pushed forward, just an inch, allowing the heat to surround my tip.

  She moaned and clamped herself closer, her attention set on my eyes.

  I stared at the blue flecks around her irises that had turned to the colour of the sky at midnight. Desire radiated between us. I could smell her arousal and mine. Heat surrounded us.

  ‘Do you want me?’ I asked.

  Fuck, I can’t hold off much longer.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Tell me.’ I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching. ‘Tell me you want me, that you’re mine.’

  ‘I want you so much. Damian. It’s only you…I’m yours.’

  ‘And this is more than a game.’ I eased into her pussy, not full depth but enough to feel her tightness gripping my shaft.

  ‘Ahh…’ She breathed out. ‘Yes, more…more than a game…fuck me more.’

  I gave in to it. I forged forwards, full depth, until my balls bashed up against her.

  The desk creaked, the files shifted beneath her arse.

  She buried her face in the curve of my neck and clung to me. I held her tighter and stilled, relishing the moment of claiming not just her pussy but also her.

  For the first time I’d entered her on my terms. This was me fucking her. Taking her. Not that I hadn’t had fun before, being her fuck-toy, but now…now I was going to make her mine.

  ‘Jesus, you feel so good,’ I said into her hair.

  She slid her hands around my back and pulled me closer still, so our chests were tightly lodged together.

  ‘Hold on,’ I whispered.

  She did.

  I withdrew, pushed back in. Set up a crazy, wild, primitive pace that drove the air from our lungs. I couldn’t get deep enough, go fast enough, get close enough. I was consumed by lust, by her. Everything else in my life, in the universe, faded away.

  Tanya was all that existed.

  Her desperate groans and grunts had my climax hovering. But I wanted her to come, too. I pressed my body over her clit each time I rode in, dragging on it, stimulating it.

  ‘Oh, don’t stop,’ she said, pulling back to look at my face.

  ‘Can’t…won’t…’ I gritted my teeth. ‘Come…please…come…’

  ‘Yes, yes…’ She screwed up her eyes. Held her breath.

  Thank fuck. She was there.

  I unleashed my own climax, riding through it as her pussy contracted around my cock. Filling her as her body went rigid in my arms and then shook and trembled.

  On and on I came, the ecstasy ripping from my pelvis to my toes and the top of my head. I was hot, cold, shaking, my balls wrung dry.

  Eventually I slowed and then finally stopped moving against her.

  She released my shoulders and placed her hands behind herself, elbows locked. Though breathing fast, she released a deep sigh.

  ‘Bloody hell,’ I said, using both of my hands to move her messy hair from her face. ‘That was…’

  ‘Incredible.’ She smiled and her hair tumbled behind her again.

  ‘My thoughts exactly.’ I set a soft kiss upon her mouth, holding her cheeks as I did so.

  ‘So does that mean…?’ She studied my eyes.

  ‘What?’

  ‘That you’re not my sub any more?’

  I hesitated.

  ‘Damian?’

  ‘I like what we have going on,’ I said, my cock begin to soften. I was reluctant to withdraw, though. Being in Tanya was one of my favourite places to be.

  ‘But…’

  ‘There’s no but.’ I glanced at her breasts, which were rising and falling while she caught her breath. ‘I like what we have and I hope it can continue. However…’ I smiled, knowing ‘however’ was like ‘but’. ‘What I do want is more.’

  ‘More?’ She raised her eyebrows.

  ‘Yes. More of this, more of you. When you’re my Mistress, don’t get me wrong, it’s sexy as fuck, gets me in all kinds of knots of need. But sometimes, in the future, can we do this? Can I overrule proceedings and just claim you?’

  ‘What are you? A Neanderthal?’ she huffed, though she didn’t look opposed to my suggestion.

  ‘Maybe it’s that bit of me coming out. I just…’

  ‘What? Tell me.’

  ‘I don’t want to give up being your sub, I just want to be your man, too.’

  ‘You are my man. When we arrange a time to be together, like this, then you’re my man.’

  I liked hearing her say that, but I still wanted more and I was going to push for it. ‘I want to be your man on a daily basis.’

  She opened her mouth but didn’t speak.

  I knew I’d shocked her. ‘I know we’ve been playing this cool for the last however many years and months, but surely that’s not how it’s going to be for ever. There has to be a crunch point.’

  ‘Damian, I—’

  ‘Let me finish.’ I smoothed my hand down her leg, keeping her locked around my waist. ‘You’re my every waking thought, you’re in my dreams. I can’t bear it when we go so long without getting together, that’s why I’m so damn hard it hurts. I want to push this up a level.’

  ‘What are you suggesting?’

  ‘I’m done with sneaking around. We’re both free agents, we’re both into each other, let’s just date.’

  ‘Date?’ She’d said it as though the idea was alien to her.

  ‘Yes, date. It’s not so strange.’

  ‘But you’re a judge and—’

  ‘And you’re a lawyer, so what? There’s no rules saying we can’t do what we want together. Except the one you’ve made up in your head, that is.’

  She was quiet, and her attention shifted to the right as though she was mulling things through.

  ‘Tanya, baby.’ I kissed her cheek and then nuzzled her ear. ‘Come on. Say yes. Say yes to me being more than your sub. More than the bloke you bring out to spank and fuck once a month.’

  ‘You are so much more than that to me.’ She frowned and turned back to stare at me. There was a flash of anger in her eyes. ‘And don’t you ever doubt it, Damian. You’re much more than that.’

  ‘And you’re much more than a Mistress who knows how to get me going.’ I drew a breath. I could feel my heart rattling against my ribcage, and my stomach was a knot of trepidation. ‘The thing is…’ I had to say it. This was the point of no return. I hadn’t planned tonight to go this way but it had.

  ‘The thing is what?’ she asked.

  ‘The thing is – and I’m a great believer in telling the truth – is that…I’m in love with you.’ There, I’d said it. ‘I love you as my Mistress, I love you as a person, and I love you as my woman. I want us to be together, Tanya and Damian, and for everyone to know it, for every man to wish he were me and had you on his arm and in his bed.’

  ‘Oh, Damian.’ She petted my hair, smoothing it down where it was likely sticking up at all angles.

  ‘“Oh, Damian…”?’ I said, not liking the way she was treating me like a person who needed to be pacified.

  ‘You’ve grown so much since we met. You were shy—’

  ‘Was I?’ That surprised me. Not something I’d ever been described as.

  ‘In the bedroom, yes. Too many years studying and not enough time shagging.’

  I felt my cheeks colouring. What she’d said was true.

  ‘And you weren’t sure what you wanted. I had to show you, let you try things out. But it worked, didn’t it? Now you know what turns you on, wh
at turns me on. We’re…’

  ‘A good team.’ I smiled, allowing a little hope to flood my system.

  ‘We are.’

  ‘So you’ll agree. We can come out of hiding. Be a couple. A kinky couple, yes, but we don’t have to tell them that.’

  ‘It’s a big step.’

  ‘It’s not, not really.’ It was for her. I knew that. Tanya had a reputation for being a hard-as-nails lawyer. Love wasn’t something that sprang to mind when clients or colleagues thought of her.

  But love was the only thing that sprang to mind when I thought of her. I loved her with everything that I was, and my cock was bloating again inside her. How could it not?

  ‘Mmm…’ she said, a wicked smile playing over her lips as her pussy tightened around me. ‘Well, if you’re in love with me, Judge Damian Winston-Barrow, I guess you should make love to me.’

  ‘So is that a yes? We’re coming out of the closet?’

  She giggled. ‘Yes, that’s a yes.’ She smoothed her thumb over my bottom lip. ‘And for the record, I’m in love with you too.’

  Your Assignment

  Sommer Marsden

  I woke to the silence I always dread. The sound of an empty house. Simon had gone away on business, rising at the ungodly hour of four a.m. to sneak quietly out of the house to catch his flight. I hated when he left.

  I pushed my hand across to his side of the bed. Long-since cooled, now that his body heat was removed. I inhaled deeply, curling my fingers against the bed sheets. I could smell the bergamot from his body wash and the slight hint of mint from when he brushed his teeth. He brushes his teeth like he’s fighting a war against plaque.

  I smiled despite the ache in the centre of my chest that always shows up when he has to go away. But Simon is a pragmatist. We work hard when we are younger so we can play hard when we are older. It makes sense, but separation from him has never been my cup of tea. I prefer us being together as much as possible. Always, if it could be so. He’s my anchor, but he’s also the person who can make me soar. Being apart from Simon feels like I’m missing a limb.

  I know, it’s dramatic, but it’s also utterly true.

  I considered a shower before coffee and then thought better. I’d need to wake up to work. I’d need to wake up to force myself through the day. The first day when he goes away is always the hardest. I drift around the house, try to get my pages in, and end up drinking coffee, eating junk food and watching movies on TV.

  ‘Better get under way with the TV watching,’ I muttered.

  In the kitchen I measured coffee liberally into the machine and turned it on. It was only once it had started its hissing, grinding progress that I noticed the envelope propped against the salt and pepper shakers on the tiny kitchen table.

  On the outside it was simply labelled ‘Your Assignment’ in Simon’s extremely neat handwriting.

  I opened it. I was perplexed but noticed that, on top of that, a steady pounding excitement sounded in my belly. This was new. This was interesting. He’d never done this before.

  Hello, lovely Anna,

  Do you miss me? I know you do. You’ve told me how hard these trips are for you. Don’t worry, this one is only two days. I’ll be back before you know it. But in the meantime, how about something to keep you occupied? Some assignments. The first is spelled out below. When you’ve completed it, please text me COMPLETED, SIR. Then I will tell you where to locate the next. I won’t need proof of your completion. I know you are a good girl who listens. When I return, if you’ve chosen to obey and complete all of the assignments I’ve given, there will be a special reward for you, my good girl.

  Assignment #1: I want you to get caught masturbating. Subtly. No tricky hey-look-at-me ploys, Anna. I want the person who discovers you to think it was an accident. Can be a man or a woman. I simply want you to get caught ‘wet-handed’. Good luck!

  XXX

  Simon

  I blinked, read the entire message again, and then poured myself a cup of coffee. There would be no work on my freelance assignments today. I could already tell. Instead, I would be carrying out Simon’s assignment and reporting in. Already I was thrumming with excitement. My pussy was wet, my nipples hard, my face flushed. I could feel it without having to look in the mirror. I probably had the wide-eyed stunned look I often have once Simon’s done having his way with me.

  I drank two cups of coffee, fingering the smooth stationery Simon had written his missive on. Where had he dug this up? I wondered. Or had he purchased it specifically for these little dirty love notes?

  I put my mug in the dishwasher, grabbed a protein bar and ate it on the way upstairs. In front of my closet I regarded the rows of neatly hung clothes. ‘What does one wear to get caught masturbating?’

  I laughed at my own insane question and pulled a flowered cotton dress from its hanger. Then I found a plain and innocent pair of black flats and went about getting dressed. Tiny knickers, no bra, cotton dress and black leather flats.

  I regarded myself in the full-length mirror. My wheat-coloured hair was a bit wild with bed-head, and my cheeks were so red I didn’t need blusher. My eyes did appear slightly glassy but that added a subtle chaotic beauty to the whole look, I thought. I did not look like a woman who’d get caught masturbating in public.

  ‘It’ll do,’ I said.

  I grabbed my phone and my purse and headed out to my destination. I’d already decided while getting dressed exactly where I’d go. It was busy and nice but not too fancy. I couldn’t help but wonder as I drove if I’d get caught by a man or a woman. The delicious anxiety of the whole thing had me squirming in my seat.

  Denby’s Grocery was a bit on the posh side. All the local business class stopped in for the offerings of fresh pastries and croissants for breakfast, or the prepackaged frou-frou meals for lunch. It was always busy and always well maintained. I walked directly in and turned to my immediate left to the restrooms. As public restrooms go, they are nice. Always well maintained. Always clean. And despite being a single-person, unisex restroom, it had a seat near a small vanity for freshening up.

  If I was going to get caught in public it was going to be in a nice room.

  I went in and deliberately neglected to lock the door. I sat on the chair and lifted the front of my dress. I’d had a plan. Not terribly complex. I wore the dress so I could sit on the fabric but lift the top. I was nothing if not sanitary and polite.

  That thought made me laugh, loud and a little wild, in the room by myself.

  I shut my eyes, picturing Simon’s thick forearms. They were one of my very favourite parts of his anatomy. The way the muscles flexed like cords beneath his skin. The left arm sported a tattoo of a crow. I focused on that and then turned my mental attention to his fingers. Long and thick but still somehow elegant. I pictured them strumming over my clit. A few thick fingers sliding inside my cunt. Him touching me was always a mental image that made it easy to get off.

  I ran my fingers over the bodice of my dress, feeling my nipples hard and spiked at the mental image. I trailed them down my belly, provoking a shiver. Then, finally, I put my fingertip to my clit and began. Small, easy revolutions. My touch light at first because just being here – doing this – had me worked up. I stroked until I felt the first wave of pleasure indicating orgasm. I waited, wondering, thinking…who would come? Would anyone? And how crazy was I to be doing this?

  But Simon had given the assignment and I had obeyed. Submitted to his wishes. Which was hardly ever a question for me.

  I heard footsteps out in the hallway and my body clenched tight. The rush of adrenalin was enough to slam me almost to the tipping point. I imagined a hand reaching out for the doorknob. Was it male? Female?

  I pushed two fingers inside my pussy, curled my fingers, waited. The waiting was delicious torture.

  My eyes were closed and I bit my lips. I heard the knob turn and almost came. But I took a deep breath and when the door swung open I heard a sharp intake of breath.

  M
y eyes flew open just as my orgasm, teased to fruition by a welcome intruder, hit my body. I shook, unable to help it or stop what I was doing. All the while looking into the bright-blue and quite surprised eyes of a young businessman.

  ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘Sorry…’ He repeated it a few more times as he backed out.

  I couldn’t help myself after seeing the look on his face, half horror, half arousal – I just kept going until a second orgasm coursed through me. I sighed, washed my hands, fluffed my hair and left. ‘My apologies,’ I said to him as I passed him in the hall. ‘I always forget to lock the door.’

  I bought a salad for my lunch and texted Simon on the way out. COMPLETED, SIR. Nothing more, nothing less.

  He made me wait. It took him two hours to reply. THERE’S MY GOOD GIRL. YOUR NEXT ASSIGNMENT CAN BE FOUND BEHIND THE CUSHION OF THE BLUE CHAIR IN THE SUNROOM. XXX

  I rushed into the room and plucked the envelope from behind the back cushion. My hands were actually shaking as I removed the card.

  Hello Anna,

  I see you’ve succeeded in completing assignment #1. I knew you would. Your second assignment, should you choose to accept it (I couldn’t resist), is to perform an exotic enticing dance for an audience. I’ll let you figure out the details, and, as with the last assignment, take you at your word that you completed my request. Have fun. I’ll be home soon.

  XXX

  Simon

  An enticing dance! Was he insane? And yet, even as I mentally raged at the idea of such a preposterous idea, I formulated a plan. It was much easier than I’d thought it would be. Not too far from us – we were a stone’s throw from the city proper – was one of the nicer gentlemen’s clubs. I knew that Simon had been there for several bachelor parties and had remarked that it was one of the better clubs of its kind. Not seedy or sad, but a vibrant, well-run business with some taste, and beautiful women working the pole.

  ‘Working the pole,’ I said aloud. ‘Can I work a pole? I mean…Jesus.’

  And yet I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit that the idea of putting myself up there, parading around, showing my body, was a cause of arousal. It was definitely insane, but it was also extremely intriguing.