Submissive Seductions

by Christine d'Abo

  The spankings . . .

  The begging . . .

  My pussy dampened at that particular memory. He’d broken out a new paddle that night, one that I’d insisted we use many times since.

  I knew the building and floor where he taught, but not the specific room. Not that it mattered. No one else sounded quite like him, which meant it would be easy enough for me to hunt him down. Gareth’s voice had a rich quality to it, one that sent a chill down my spine every time I heard him. Closing my eyes, I listened to the sounds echoing down the hallway. The muted murmur of voices seeped through closed doors. I walked a few paces, my fingers against the cold brick wall to guide me as I located him.

  There.

  His voice was coming from a room just up and to the left. Even with the door closed I knew Gareth was on the other side. I could tell that he was excited about whatever it was he was saying. His voice had grown louder and he was speaking in a rush. I’d never ever tell him, but I loved seeing this side of his personality. When he was with me, Gareth was still pretty reserved. And when we started playing, Master Gareth was anything but a light and fluffy guy. His Dom persona was calm and collected. Everything was done with precision, every detail thought out and all angles considered. He was in control—of the situation, of the sex, of me—and I’d always loved that.

  But here, when he was teaching, I was able to see a side of him that rarely came out at home. He was passionate about his subject, about literature and the history of the classics. Peeking in the window centered in the door to the classroom, I saw Gareth pacing in front of a table, a blank white board behind him. He had a book in his hand, but he wasn’t looking at it. Instead, his focus was on his students as he lectured them about something. I wasn’t much of a reader, but even I couldn’t help but get drawn in to his enthusiasm.

  I was still watching when he turned to pace back toward the door, and our gazes met. He stopped midsentence and his back straightened. Before I could see him react further, I turned and pressed my back to the wall. Shit, he was going to be pissed that I’d distracted him. Well, maybe not pissed, but he wouldn’t be happy.

  Again, not necessarily a bad thing for me.

  I grinned and tried to stop from giggling.

  Unfortunately for me, his class didn’t end for another ten minutes, which gave me plenty of time to think. Each second I waited, I slid from excited to impatient and landed squarely in the land of anxious. Gareth wouldn’t be upset with me showing up unexpectedly, would he? There was a time when we’d both use this as a pretext for a punishment. Any other day of the week I wouldn’t have thought twice about what that meant. I wouldn’t care about what people thought.

  Today wasn’t just any day.

  I no longer knew what to think.

  The door opened and a rush of students poured through into the hallway. Like the last semester, there were an abnormally high number of female students taking Gareth’s class. And why the hell wouldn’t there be? I remember signing up for a philosophy class because Professor Rosenberg was hot. That man had no business being in academia. As a student I would have been all over Gareth’s course. I might have failed due to lack of attention to the subject matter, but I certainly would have had perfect attendance.

  “Are you going to keep hiding out there or come say hello?”

  My pussy dampened and a tingle zipped through me at the sound of his voice. Rolling my body against the wall, I stuck my head around the wall. “Sorry about that.”

  Gareth was sitting on his desk, his hands braced on either side of his body. “It’s fine.”

  His gaze dropped to the spot in front of him for half a second before he met mine again. That was my cue to get my ass in there. Rather than jump to action like I normally would, I took a deep breath. “I can come back if you have another class.”

  “Last one of the day.”

  “Or some marking.”

  “That’s why I hire a grad student.”

  “Or if you have a meeting—”

  “Liz.” Gareth gave his head a little shake, a smile playing on his lips. “Come here.”

  It was one thing to ignore a silent command. It was simply plain rude to ignore a request. Doing my best to ignore my heavy feet, I sauntered into the room.

  We’d been together long enough now that I knew he could tell there was something wrong. Not that I’m a spectacular actress or anything. Standing in front of him, the scent of his cologne hit me and my muscles relaxed. I forced my gaze to meet his once again. He was wearing his contact lenses, which I loved. It made it easier to see the brown of his eyes. Unlike myself, Gareth was better at keeping his emotions under wraps. It caught me off guard when I looked at him and saw the concern reflected there.

  “Are you okay?”

  If I’d learned anything about Gareth since we’d gotten together, it was that there was no point in me trying to lie to him. First, I sucked at it. Second, he always knew. And whenever I tried to tell him that it was no big deal, he’d start to press. Far easier just to lay everything out there.

  “Some women at the office were talking about Caldwell at lunch. Put me in a mood.” There, the truth, even if it was an understatement.

  “I see.” Gareth looked away as he took my hands in his. “Dare I ask what they were saying?”

  “Oh, you know. Women who are into that are freaks, or abused. Men who do it are crazy assholes. The usual.”

  “Ah.”

  “It just put me in a bad mood. Oh, and I found out that because of the PR fallout, anyone who is applying for a job in the company is having their social media scrutinized.”

  Gareth winced. “You applied for a job last month, right?”

  “I went through my Facebook and stuff on my phone after work. There were a few pictures from the club, but they were tame.” Women in corsets shouldn’t spark any moral outrage, right? “I took them down just to be safe. Though at this point it might not matter.”

  “It’s too bad you have to do that. I have no doubt that it will be fine. You said your boss had already put in a good word for you.”

  “He did.” Internally, I was the best person qualified for the team lead role, but there was nothing stopping them from looking outside of the company either.

  “Your work quality speaks for itself. It will work out.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

  “Thanks. I’m sorry to have bothered you here.” I totally wasn’t sorry.

  “Sure you are.” Gareth lifted my hands to his mouth and placed a kiss to the back of each one. “I know when you want some extra Gareth time. Come with me.”

  He didn’t let go of my hand as he led me down the hall and around the corner. We stopped beside the vending machine and Gareth fished a key from his pocket.

  Oh.

  This was his office.

  “Did you need to get something? I can wait out in the car if you’re ready to—”

  The rest of whatever I was going to say evaporated from my mind. Gareth lowered his chin and narrowed his eyes. “Liz. Go into my office. Now.”

  If you’d told me a year ago that I’d follow a man’s directive without so much as a second thought, I would have laughed at you. Full-blown giggle mode. And yet that look had become so familiar as his signal for we are about to engage in a round of joyous, kinky fucking that I couldn’t bring up so much as a snicker. The second I complied there would be hot, messy sex.

  In his office.

  Fuck yeah.

  I stepped in and did my best to steady my breathing. It was a trick that Connie had shown me over the past few months, a way to calm my body and find that spot in my brain that let me enjoy what we were about to do. If I didn’t, it took me a long time to calm the whirlwind that blew around my head. Without being told to, I moved into the middle of his small office, dropped my purse to the floor, and closed my eyes.

  Pulling a long breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, I focused on the sound of my beating heart. It was hard to concentrate on
the steady, comforting thudding in my chest when Gareth—Master Gareth—was moving around me. I became aware of him picking up my purse, the click of the door being locked, the soft rustle of his pants as he shifted what sounded like papers and books, the dull thud and slide of a body on wood.

  “Liz, open your eyes.”

  The moment I complied I was greeted with the sight of Master Gareth sitting on his desk. He’d removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the upper part of his chest. My gaze dipped down to his hand where he held a ruler. It was one of those old wooden ones, the black ink of the numbers looking faded.

  Oh, this was going to be fun.

  “You interrupted my class.” There was no malice in his voice. No hint that he was actually angry with me for showing up. I wanted nothing more than to meet his gaze, make sure that the little spark that I loved seeing was present in his eyes. But that would be against the rules.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” I still wasn’t sorry.

  “It might be easier to believe you if you weren’t smirking.”

  I did my best to school my face. “I’ll try harder, Sir.”

  “Come here.”

  A rush of desire bolted through me. My nipples tightened and I wanted to squeeze my thighs together to increase the rising pleasure. Walking the few steps across the office to where he stood was wonderfully arousing. I knew what was going to come next; still, I waited until he gave me the command.

  “Take your shirt off.”

  My fingers no longer shook when I got undressed in front of him. I’d recognized this part of the game for what it was, my way to tease and seduce him. Rather than simply pull my shirt off over my head, I tucked my arms in through their respective holes and slowly lifted it up over my head. I made sure to stretch my arms up high, letting my body lengthen and my breasts thrust forward. I then folded my shirt and handed it to him.

  God, I really wanted to look him in the eyes. Though the bulge in the front of his pants told me that my little show was appreciated.

  “Now the bra.”

  I sucked in a breath, letting my breasts thrust forward as I reached behind me and released the clasp. The air in the office wasn’t cold, but that didn’t prevent my nipples from tightening more as they were finally exposed. I held out my bra for Master Gareth to take.

  There was a slight pause before he took it from me. “Step closer.” No compliments today. He must really be turned on.

  Inching even closer than before, I managed not to flinch when he reached out and took my left breast in his hand. His forefinger and thumb found their way to my nipple, squeezing and rolling the tip until it was painfully erect. It was hard not to squirm, to roll my hips in such a way as to entice him to take things to the next step. That certainly wouldn’t turn out my way.

  “I don’t have any of my normal toys here. I’ll have to bring a few in case you decide you want to pay me any future visits.” He pinged my nipple with his finger. I gasped and had to bite back a moan. “I’ll have to improvise.”

  Not that I would ever tell him when we were playing, but I loved it when he improvised. It took Master Gareth outside of his normal routine, forced him to be even more creative than usual. So, when he looked around his desk and picked up a large, thick elastic band, my heart did a little leap.

  “As a respectable member of the staff, it’s important to lead by example. Just the other day I was talking to my students about the need to reuse items whenever possible. To find ways to repurpose them as necessary. This would make an excellent nipple clamp.”

  Oh. My. “Yes, Sir.”

  You’d think it would be easy to stand there and let someone wrap elastic around a part of you. I mean, I’d handled clamps and chains to this point, how bad could this be. Well, now I knew the answer to that because holy crap! With each twist of the band around my skin, the pinch grew exponentially. The tip went from red to purple, much the same way it did when I had the clamps on. This wasn’t painful so much as it was intense. My body shivered from the unexpected onslaught of sensations.

  Master Gareth ran his thumb across the exposed part of my nipples. I could barely feel the brush of his skin against mine.

  “So beautiful.” He placed a kiss between my breasts. “I want you to suck me.”

  I was on my knees so fast I felt the vibrations up through my lower back. “Oh yes, Sir.”

  It was easy for me to free his hard cock from his pants. The smell of his arousal had my mouth watering and the pressure around my nipples sent waves of pleasure through my body.

  “I don’t want you to use your hands, just your mouth.”

  Of course he’d have to make it challenging.

  Shifting my body farther between his thighs, I rose up as high as I could on my knees and ran my tongue up the length of his shaft. He tasted of sweat and desire. Some of his pubic hairs caught on my tongue as I continued to lick up his length like a treat. They tickled and caught, but I ignored them as best I could and shifted my attention to his head.

  I knew how to play his body as well as he knew what I liked. If I licked the nerve bundle just so, the muscles in his thighs would begin to quiver. While I might not be allowed to use my hands, I could certainly use my chin to put the right amount of pressure on his balls.

  And there was the bitten-off moan I’d wanted.

  The most challenging part of all this was trying not to grin.

  “You’re having too much fun down there.” His hands found their way to my hair, pulling me up and back at an awkward angle. “This is a punishment.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “You always say that. I never believe you.”

  “I know.” I didn’t stop the smile from coming that time.

  He tugged on my hair, encouraging me to rise to my feet. “I think we need to up the punishment a bit.” The next thing I knew, my pants were down around my ankles and I was stretched out across his lap. Master Gareth hadn’t put his cock back in his pants, so his wet tip was pressed against my naked side as I wiggled into place.

  The ruler was in one of his hands, while his other one helped hold me in place. “You’re such a bad girl, Liz.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Never doing what I want you to do.”

  “No, Sir. Never.”

  “Now I have to mark your beautiful ass.”

  The first slap of the wood against my skin was fairly gentle. Master Gareth liked to test me, get me ready when we were about to use something we hadn’t before. We’d long ago established my safeword, and I’d never had to use it. Hell, I was convinced that he knew my limits better than I did.

  The ruler connected again with my ass, this time leaving a biting sting in its wake. A little yelp escaped me. Dammit, I shouldn’t still react that way. It’s not like this is a totally new thing, but man it really did hurt.

  “Only a few smacks and your ass is already turning a lovely shade of red.” He ran his fingers over the spot where the ruler had connected, pressing into the spots where the wood had left its mark. “You’re so sensitive.”

  “Oh, I know it. Sir.”

  Another smack, this time to the other cheek. Yeah, I totally deserved that.

  “You’re still thinking too much, Liz.” He set the ruler down on the table in my line of sight. “Something has gotten into you.”

  “I wish you would get into me, Sir.”

  Since Master Gareth had gotten over his reservations about taking our relationship to the next step, he’d really taken a shine to fucking me. I’d been pleasantly sore for many days after a sex-filled weekend last month. It was the first time we’d had sex beyond being in our Master and submissive roles.

  I’d forgotten how much I’d loved that.

  The rest of my thoughts evaporated as Master Gareth unleashed a series of spanks that crisscrossed both my ass cheeks and the backs of my thighs. The bite of pain dissipated and morphed into intense pleasure. All I could focus on was my breathing, the pounding of my heart, and the feel of Mast
er Gareth’s cock hot and hard against my side.

  “That’s my girl.” He nudged my thighs apart just wide enough to slip his hand between. “Let’s see if you’re ready.”

  The touch of his cool fingers against my hot pussy sent a jolt through me. My moan was unstoppable.

  “Nice and wet. Ready for me to fuck you.” Master Gareth thrust two of his fingers into my pussy and let the knuckle of a third one press against my clit. “I wonder if I should let you come? You did interrupt my class. Should I be good to you?”

  I clenched my muscles around his fingers. “Yes, Sir. Please, Master Gareth.”

  “Not yet.”

  Shit, I hated when he did this. “Please, Sir. I promise to be good. I won’t bother your class ever again.”

  Smack! “Your promises mean nothing.”

  “I’ll do better.” Smack! “I won’t bother you again.” Smack! “I’ll even do your marking for you.”

  “Suck my cock until I come, then we’ll see.”

  My body shook as I carefully slid off his lap and took his cock in my mouth. I was past the point of being able to tease him. My legs shook as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking hard as I fisted his cock. Master Gareth was normally quiet when I was giving head. This time was no different. His hands found their way to my head, guiding my movements, encouraging me to suck harder and faster.

  It wasn’t until his thighs began to shake beneath me that I knew he was about to come. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing in and out through my nose. The head of his cock swelled for a second before his hands tightened in my hair and his come filled my mouth. His body bowed forward as he curled over me. The shift in angle forced his cock even farther toward the back of my throat.

  Black spots appeared in my line of sight as my need for air increased. I dug my nails into his thighs, warning him that there was a problem. Thankfully, he was with it enough to pull back, freeing me to suck in a gasp of air.

  “Such a good girl.” Before I could react, he picked me up and placed me on the desk where he’d sat a moment before.

  I collapsed back against his desk, my legs splaying apart as Master Gareth thrust his fingers into me once again.