Saved by Submission

by Laney Rogers

  “This is a really small butt plug, Megan. We’ll work up to it, slowly, and then, when you can take one a lot bigger, I’m going to push my cock into that tight little hole of yours.”

  She was relieved about him not wanting to move too fast, but still, the thought of his huge erection pushing in there…

  Something drizzled between her cheeks, and she braced herself, holding her breath. She would take it for him; she would.

  When she felt the plug, she jumped.

  “Breathe for me and push against the plug,” he instructed.

  She pushed a tiny bit and the tip of the plug entered her. It didn’t feel too bad, and she pushed again, this time letting a lot more in. One more push and it was in fully, and Megan’s eyes widened, the plug waking up sensitive tissues and nerves that she hadn’t even realized were there.

  It was a weird sensation, but not unpleasant. In fact, her anxiety over the plug was rapidly diminishing, only to be replaced by a strong, erotic excitement, especially when Jacob leaned his whole body over hers, once more, and began to slide his finger back and forth over her clit. It still felt swollen, after her last orgasm, and she gasped when he pinched it, and then covered it with her own juices.

  “Are you ready for my cock, sub?” he asked, his voice deep and hoarse, with his own desire.

  Her body was trembling with need. “Yes, please, Sir.”

  With that, he gripped her hips with his large hands, and thrust his manhood deep inside her.

  She cried out, his erection filling her to the hilt, and she buried her head in the covers to stop more screams from filling the room.

  His hold on her hips tightened as he came out of her pussy and then pulled her back onto him, hard and fast, impaling her on his cock, over and over till she thought she’d explode with need throbbing inside her.

  The butt plug made him feel even tighter, and each time he thrust into her, the plug pushed against the sensitive nerves there.

  Her orgasm started to build from deep within her, and her knuckles were white with her hands gripping the covers so hard.

  “Do you want to come, sub?” His voice was deep and guttural, his own need obvious.

  She managed a nod, and then realized that he wanted more. “Yes, Sir.” It came out like a plea for her release, but at that point, she knew she’d do anything he wanted just so long as he made her come.

  He changed the angle of his entry into her, just a fraction, and hit her right on her G-spot. Her reaction was instantaneous, her screams filling the hotel room as a huge orgasm broke right over her.

  He reached down and let his finger slide back and forth over her clit, each time causing her body to buck, his huge frame still covering hers.

  Then his hand came back up to grasp her hip, and he began to pound into her. It felt, to Megan, like he was reaching her cervix with each thrust, and it was all she could do to keep her balance. But she would, for him.

  He came with a roar, and she could feel his cock pulse as his seed was released. He stayed inside her, and let his body relax, pushing her down until she was flat on the covers.

  Their bodies were damp with sweat, but his kisses, on her neck and back felt wonderful. She had never experienced anything like it before, and she smiled to herself, thinking she had thought exactly the same thing, earlier that evening, at the club.

  After a minute, Jacob lifted his body from hers and slipped off the bed. She gasped when his hands parted her ass cheeks once more, and gently pulled the butt plug out.

  His voice was soothing. “Good girl for being so brave. Next time, we’ll try one a little bigger. I’m going to dispose of the plug, and then untie you.”

  After he had done so, and then removed her cuffs, he turned her over and lifted her straight into his arms. He pulled the covers back and got into the bed, arranging her body so she was comfortable on his lap, her head resting against his chest.

  He knew she was the kind of sub who wanted and needed plenty of aftercare; she’d shown him that much when she’d snuggled with him at the club, and hadn’t wanted to move. He hadn’t minded giving as much aftercare as was needed, with any sub he was with, but with Megan it was different, more important to him, and he knew if he was honest, that even after such a short space of time, he was beginning to get attached to her. Surprisingly, he didn’t mind at all.

  When he started to draw the covers up around them, Megan lifted her head. “Um, Sir, is it okay if I use the bathroom now?”

  Jacob chuckled. “Of course, little sub. Go and sort yourself out, and then, on your way back, bring a couple of cups of water.”

  Megan slipped off his lap and stood by the bed, giving her Dom a mock salute. “Yes, Sir.”

  His eyes narrowed to slits, but he was smiling. “Strike three, sweetie. That just earned you a good, hard spanking. But you’ll just have to wait and see when it’ll be. I think I’ll take you by surprise.”

  “Oh, but I was only jok…” She closed her mouth, and then tried again. “Yes, Sir.”

  With that, she turned around, to go to the bathroom, and he gave her a swat on her bottom, making her yelp.

  She scurried off, and he sat there in the bed, trying and failing to remember when he’d had this much fun. She was adorable.

  Shit, he shouldn’t get too attached, but the thought of taking her back to that god-awful apartment in the morning and leaving her there till he could get up this way again… No, he wasn’t going to do that. Every Dom instinct that he possessed told him that that was not the right solution to her present predicament.

  Living there, by herself, with fuck knows who else in that apartment building. It wouldn’t take long for the scumbag element to work out she was on her own. Even if she had his number, he was several hours away.

  A plan began to formulate in his mind, while he watched her come out of the bathroom and fetch their water, her breasts swaying beautifully as she walked. She really was gorgeous. Not stick thin like so many women tried to be; but with luscious curves and a rounded ass, just made for spanking.

  They both downed their water, and then Megan climbed back into bed and onto his lap, pulling the covers over them both and snuggling against Jacob’s chest, letting out what sounded like a sigh of pure contentment, when she did so.

  He kissed her hair and let his hand wander to her breast, stroking the soft skin around her nipple.

  After a couple of minutes of silence, he decided to take the bull by the horns. “How do you feel about returning to your apartment, tomorrow?”

  He felt her body tense, and it was a few seconds before she spoke.

  “The truth is, I’m dreading it. It was okay before. It didn’t seem to matter how dingy it was because the two of us were there together, making the best of it, trying to have a laugh and to get through each shift that we had to do.” The sigh she gave this time, certainly wasn’t one of happiness. “It’s going to be awful.”

  He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. “Maybe it doesn’t have to be.”

  Megan frowned, and glanced up at him, but all she could see was the underneath of his chin. “What do you mean, Sir?”

  Jacob pulled her away from him until he could see her face. “How about you leave the apartment and come back to Tennessee with me. I know we haven’t exactly been together that long, to say the least, but there’s something between us; we’re both aware of it, and it would give us the opportunity to explore that connection further. I also know that I don’t want you stripping for a living, when I can help you find a good job that lets you keep your clothes on while you work.”

  Megan stared at him, trying to absorb everything he’d said. When she finally answered, she was looking down at the covers, her voice soft. “Do you think less of me, then, because of my job?” Her tone became louder though she tried to curb it. “You know, I did it because I couldn’t make ends meet by flipping burgers. I didn’t have any other choice. It wasn’t meant to be forever.” She felt the anger rising
within her, and she glanced up at him as she added, “I mean, I wouldn’t want you to think I’m some charity case, or something. I know it’ll come as a shock to you, but I do have just a tiny bit of dignity left, even though I strip for a living!”

  She glared up at him, defiant. “There is no way I’m going to haul my cookies all the way to Tennessee, and become a leech on you; sitting in your house, eating your food, and taking my clothes off whenever you command.”

  Jacob looked surprised for just a second, and then gripped her upper arms, turning her body to face him. “First of all, like I said before, I actually admire you for keeping your head above water and doing what you had to do to survive. Secondly, I never intended for you to sit on your ass all day, doing nothing. I had an idea about a job for you that would actually be helping me out a lot. And thirdly, it’s not a good idea to talk to your Dom in that tone of voice, especially when you’ve already got a spanking stacked up against you.”

  With that, he lifted her out of the bed like she weighed nothing at all and placed her next to it. When he got up and stood next to her, she was all too aware of his massive frame, towering over her.

  “Bend over.”

  It was not a request; that was for sure. She was utterly mortified after hearing his explanation about a job and everything. She could have kicked herself for saying all of those stupid things. He’d done nothing but help her from the moment they’d met, and she’d all but thrown his offer back in his face, and rudely so, at that. “God, why can I not control my damn mouth?”

  “Please, Sir, I didn’t mean it, and I’m really sorry. I’m just not used to anyone offering me anything without wanting a part of me in return. Please…please don’t spank me; I’d love to come with you, I promise I would.”

  She was sorry, and her plea was sincere, but she knew it was no good. This was a BDSM relationship, however new, and a spanking is what she’d get if that was how her Dom wished to punish her.

  She risked a quick glance up at him, and saw the grim expression. Then, breathing as steadily as she could, she bent over the edge of the bed, putting her hands out in front of her to steady herself.

  “You will receive ten swats for your rudeness, and you will count each one out loud.”

  Without a second’s pause, his hand came down, hard, on her bare bottom, and she yelped, the sting making her flinch in instant pain.

  “One,” she managed, not knowing how she was ever going to get to ten without screaming the place down, and not in a good way.

  He spanked her other cheek this time, in just the same way, and she tried to keep her voice calm, as she counted aloud.

  The next three were quicker, but much, much harder, and her ass began to burn with the intensity of the punishment. By the time she had reached the word five, tears threatened to fall, and she instinctively tried to wriggle away from him, across the bed. This bore no resemblance whatsoever to earlier when the pain had turned, so erotically, to pleasure.

  He pulled her back, easily, into position. “I take it you’d like to go to fifteen, instead?” he asked drily, and she gasped, hating him right then.

  “No, Sir, please, only ten.”

  “Then I suggest you keep your ass still, sub.” This time, his hand descended right onto the sensitive area where her thigh met her bottom, and she cried out, tears running down her face, as she counted.

  The next two covered her crack, getting both cheeks, and the final two were almost too much to bear. Her bottom felt raw, and she clenched her fists, pushing them into her eyes, in an attempt to focus some pain somewhere else, instead of her poor, punished behind.

  He found her body was rigid when he reached down, and lifted her into an upright position, and all he wanted to do was wrap her in his arms, and tell her it was over now. However, this was a learning experience for her, as well as a punishment.

  “Now, kneel and apologize, little sub.”

  Megan tried to be angry, but the need to be held and comforted won out. Her anger dissipated while she stood there, and all she wanted was to make things right with her Dom. She wanted his arms around her so she could stop crying, and know that he wasn’t disappointed in her anymore.

  She sank, ungracefully, to her knees. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I…I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Please say you’ll forgive me.”

  The words were hardly out of her mouth, when he reached down and scooped her into his arms, molding her body against him. “You’re forgiven, sweetheart.”

  The relief that she hadn’t ruined everything, hit hard, and she burst into noisy sobs. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, as she twined her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.

  He whispered, softly to her, telling her how special she was to have taken her spanking so bravely, and how she was such a good submissive.

  Gradually, her sobs turned to sniffs and hiccups, and then she gave him a weak smile. “Can I still come with you, Sir? Please?”

  He regarded her with a serious look. “As far as I’m concerned, the matter was never up for debate. I would never have let you stay here on your own, and if you remember, it was never, technically, a question.”

  Then he gave her one of his grins that went from ear to ear, and however hard she tried to be mad at him for being so bossy, she couldn’t come close to managing it. In fact, it secretly made her feel safe and cherished, knowing this man would take care of her, no matter what.

  “My little sub, at this rate, the sun is going to be up before we get any sleep.” He tipped her off his lap, on to the sheets, and she hissed as her bottom touched the material.

  Not wanting to get bent over and spanked yet again, she resisted hitting him, and curled up on her side, instead, feeling him climb in behind her.

  “What did you mean, about people wanting a part of you in return for offering help?” Jacob held her naked body closely against him as he spoke, and his hand covered her breast intimately, his fingers teasing her nipple.

  Megan knew he had forgiven her, but she still felt a need to explain. “It just always seems to have been that way. After my dad died, my mom went to pieces and wanted me to be with her, all the time. I was seven years old, and the only way to get any affection or love from her was to do things for her. I was doing laundry, making meals, not that they were up to much; even grocery shopping, when she wouldn’t leave the house.

  “I started to miss a lot of school, and eventually she had to let me go, or the authorities were going to start asking questions.

  “When I got older, I decided I could do without her love. I started mixing with the wrong crowd, getting into more and more trouble. I guess I was sick of being at home, but it turned out to be no better. Every boyfriend I had kicked me to the curb if I wouldn’t put out, and then my mom met Carl, and I spent the next few years trying to fend him off whenever she was out of the house. I guess I’ve become a little cynical and mistrusting, in my old age.

  “I am really sorry,” she whispered into the darkness.

  Jacob kissed her hair and snuggled down under the covers with her. “And you are really forgiven, Megan. Thank you for being so honest. You’ve had a hell of a time, up till now, but things are going to change for the better. You just let me take care of that, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  It was all he needed to hear, and the two of them relaxed, curled up together in the quietness of the early hours of morning.

  Tiredness soon overwhelmed her, and Megan sank into a deep sleep, her thoughts a jumble, as she tried to work out how she could have let a man spank her so hard and then need to beg for his forgiveness.

  Chapter Eight

  Jacob woke to bright sunshine coming in through the hotel window, and a feeling of emptiness next to him. Just for a second or two, he wondered if his little sub had skipped out on him. His relief was palpable when he heard her, obviously talking to someone on her cell, in the bathroom, probably so she didn’t wake him.

  Grimacing, he realized that he was going
to have to take a little of his own advice, and learn to trust people a bit more.

  When her voice rose in obvious anger, he got out of bed and went to the door of the bathroom, pushing it open with a frown on his face.

  Megan glanced up in surprise, a blush rising up her face when she took in his cock, standing huge and rigid, right there, in front of her.

  “Look, Nicky, I don’t believe you can be this hypocritical, tearing a strip off me for leaving when it was you who bailed first, going without any warning, after you promised me you’d stay.”

  There was silence, as she listened to Nicky’s reply.

  “Yeah, well the rent’s covered for another three weeks, so the apartment is there if you need to get away from whatever the hell you’ve got yourself into. You made your decision, now I’m making mine.

  “I love you, Nic, but I don’t need your approval. I stopped needing it when you left me alone with nothing in that shitty place. I’m hanging up now. Take care of yourself…bye.”

  Jacob walked over to her as she clicked off her cell and pulled her straight into his arms. “Not the best way to start the day, huh? Come on, sweetie, let’s check out, and get on the road. Nicky knows she can contact you if she needs to. There’s nothing more you can do for her.”

  Jacob’s obvious erection pushed against her body, and even though she was still annoyed at her best friend, she knew Jacob was right. It was time to move on.

  Wetness formed between her legs, and her pussy began to throb, in expectation. The look she gave him left nothing to his imagination, and without further ado, he lifted her into the bath, stepped in after her, and turned on the shower.

  Warm jets of water hit her body, making her skin tingle. Large hands bent her over, and she grabbed the edge of the tub as his huge penis pushed against her entrance, his foot spreading her feet apart.

  “When my sub looks at me that way, everything else is going to have to wait. Brace yourself, sweetie, I need to be inside you, right now.”