My Secret Submission

by J. M. Witt

  “Put this on.” He laid it on the bed and walked out the door.

  The next morning, I showered and ran my hands over my sore ass. Jared didn’t mark me the way Gregor typically did, but it was something. As I was stepping out, Jared climbed in. He swatted my ass as I put the towel over my head, wrapping my hair.

  “I’m going to put coffee on.” He smiled and then I left the bathroom after putting my robe on.

  Coffee now brewing, I was headed back to my bedroom. I heard the water turn off and then there was a knock on the front door. That was weird. Pulling the towel off my head, I dropped it to the floor. Securing my robe, I opened the front door.

  I was paralyzed with fear. Why was he here? What was he doing? He was risking so much to be seen here in the daylight. His truck was parked in front of the house. I couldn’t breathe and I was probably as white as a ghost.

  Gregor stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His hand reached out and touched my cheek. My lungs remembered to work as I took in a deep and shaky breath. He stepped in closer and was about to kiss me, I was sure of it.

  “Mer! Where you at, babe?”

  Jared. My eyes moved to my bedroom door and then back to Gregor. Holy shit! Gregor’s eyes searched my own, wondering who this man was in my house, knowing it wasn’t Todd.

  “Gregor, this...” I couldn’t speak. My heart was working so hard, I thought for sure I might hyperventilate.

  Jared walked over and stuck his hand out. “Jared. You must be Gregor.” Gregor accepted his hand and I nearly blacked out.

  I envisioned myself straddling Jared, his cock fully embedded in my pussy. Tingles ran up my spine as I felt Gregor’s hands on my body from behind. His deep, throaty words trickled against my neck and ear. Words of possession, reminding me of who I belonged to as Jared pumped his hips against me.

  Cooing in approval, Gregor’s hand clenched my jaw, turning my lips to his. His mouth obliterated my own as his other hand slid down to my ass. Working the hole with his fingers, we slowly leaned forward. Jared’s moans growing louder as Gregor started to prod his dick against my anus, which opened for him with ease.

  Slowly, Gregor buried himself all the way inside me. Sweat glazing my body as I trembled against them both, Gregor’s chest pressed against my back, his warmth soothing me.

  “That’s my good girl. Relax and tell me how good it feels.”

  My tongue, barely able to work, as I started mumbling, “It feels ah...amazing. I,” Jared’s fingers moved to my clit as I clenched tighter around both of them, eliciting groans from them both.

  “You were saying?” Gregor continued to taunt me, pulling my ear between his teeth, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth.

  “I need to come, Sir.”

  Chuckling, they both denied my plea, “Not yet.”

  They continued to fuck me, manipulate me, and use me until I was seeing stars. Gregor’s arm was wrapped around my chest as my fingers dug into his forearm, the only thing for me to hold onto. His other hand taking turns from silencing my cries by covering my mouth and then eliciting more by tugging on my hair. Sucking on his fingers, I bit down gently trying to distract myself from the need to come.

  “She’s ready. Her clit is ready to burst.” Jared’s words interrupted, but rang true. I moaned in agreement, not knowing if Gregor would concede.

  “Is he right? Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please.” I immediately became silent for the split moment he pinched my nipples. “Please...”

  His words, directed at Jared, not me, agreed, “She’s ready.” Then he whispered in my ear. “Take every last drop of me like a good little slut.” Turning my face toward his, he knew what I wanted. Needed. Pressing his lips to mine, he growled in my mouth, “Come for us, Princess.”

  Relaxing once more, I let my body fully enjoy the fullness of them after fighting the sensations for so long. Jared pulled my right hand down to my clit and then gripped my hips, Gregor’s lips and teeth never leaving my neck and shoulders, hands cupping my breasts.

  “Oh, fuck. Sir! Gregor! Jared!” In my hysteria I wasn’t sure whose name to cry out, knowing they were both responsible for my current state.

  My fingers worked my clit harder. I wanted to slow down and speed up. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to come or not. I just knew one thing, I didn’t want it to end.

  “Open your eyes!” This time it was Jared’s command and I did as I was told. He smiled, “He’s right. Your eyes are intoxicating, especially when you’re about to cum.”

  I couldn’t hold back anymore. Gregor’s hand circled my throat as he bit my neck.

  “Relax.”

  I did as he ordered. Crying out, “I’m going to come...” It started in my fingers and toes as waves of euphoria moved up and through my body.

  “That’s it.”

  They touched and teased me until the tremors from my first orgasm ceased, knowing full well if they kept it up they’d just push me into another orgasm and maybe that’s what they had in mind. I was limp, lying back in Gregor’s arms, catching my breath, still straddling Jared. He was still pumping me and then his release claimed him, fingers digging into my hips as I moved mine over his ripped torso to pinch his nipples. A small smile fell upon my lips as I watched his face start to relax in the aftermath of his orgasm. Turning my face toward Gregor, I clenched around him, still rock hard in my ass. He slipped a finger into my mouth and I sucked it happily.

  “Every last drop, Sir. Please.”

  Groaning, he squeezed his arms around me tighter and proceeded to empty himself inside me. His release brought a peace over me like nothing else. All I wanted was his pleasure and satisfaction, knowing I was the one giving it to him in the moment. Closing my eyes, gentle kisses were placed over my shoulders as I fully relaxed against him.

  I was barely coherent as they moved me and cleaned me. Gregor’s scent infiltrated my senses as he pulled me to his chest. There was no way I could stay awake any longer. Then I remembered Jared and raised my head. As if they both sensed it, Jared’s hands ran over my back, soothing me as Gregor shushed me.

  “Shh, you need to rest.”

  Drowning in the feel and scent of them both, I let sleep claim me.

  I shook the fantasy away, realizing my arousal was dripping down my thighs. If they wanted me to be a dirty little slut, they’d accomplished it!

  Chapter Forty-Three

  I CAN’T STAY AWAY

  “MEREDITH.”

  Shaking the fantasy away, I looked to each of them in turn. “Sorry.” Jared caught on, but Gregor was on edge.

  “I’ll go. You two should talk.”

  Gregor interjected. “I can’t stay. I just need a minute.”

  “Ok.” Jared walked back to my bedroom and closed the door. It was then I realized he only had a towel around his waist.

  “I can explain.”

  He managed a smile. “It’s fine. Now that I know it’s Jared. It makes sense.” I didn’t know what to say to that. He wiped at his brow and I noticed he was sweating. He was nervous. “I wanted to talk to you. I just...”

  I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands grabbed my hips and then held me close as he squeezed me tighter. He didn’t show up here to tell me to fuck off. I knew that much.

  “I miss you.”

  Choking out, my lips against his neck, I whispered, “I miss you, too.”

  Pulling back, he cupped my face and kissed me. I nearly cried in agony when he pulled away a moment later. I needed more. “Here.” Looking down, he’d pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. “Read this. Please. I really can’t stay.”

  “Ok.” Before I could say anything more, he was out the door.

  A few seconds later, Jared was standing in front of me, now fully clothed. He pulled my trembling body to his before taking me back to the bedroom. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he waited.

  My shaking hands managed to unfold the piece of paper and b
egan to scan over the letter. I couldn’t see the words through my tears. I handed it to Jared and he scanned over it. Then he read it aloud.

  “Dear Meredith,

  These past few weeks have been some of the hardest I’ve had in a long time. While conflict and complications are the last thing I want in either of our lives... You’re a complication I never saw coming and one I can’t let go of. While I’ll never be able to provide for you the way you deserve and the way you may need from me, I still want you.

  I’ll be staying in Casper tonight and tomorrow night, at the same hotel. There will be a key waiting for you at the front desk. I’d love to see you, even just to talk in private where we can talk more in depth. I know that you deserve at least that much from me.

  Your Sir”

  Jared handed the note back to me and sat silent. He wiped at my tears and I put my head on his shoulder.

  He whispered, “I told you he had it bad. And he’s clearly not finished with you.” I groaned. “Now you need to decide if you’re finished with him.”

  “Seriously? Will you ever be finished with Heather?”

  “Nope. Probably not.”

  “Fuck. I don’t know what to do.”

  Grinning, he said, “Yes you do. You need to at least go talk to him. Does Todd have the kids?”

  I thought about what day it was. “Yes. Conveniently so for the next three nights, then he’s out of town for a couple of weeks.”

  “Well, sounds like you need to pack.”

  I was smiling through the tears when I asked, “Am I crazy?”

  He pulled me in and kissed my forehead. “Nope. Just in love. His effect on you is immense and it’s the same for him. I could feel it radiating off the both of you. How the two of you get away with being in public together is beyond me.”

  I laughed at that. “Not easily.” I sat a moment and then worried about Jared. “What about you? Where will you go?”

  “Vice is in town, too. We have a room.”

  My eyes got big. “Vice is here?” He nodded. “Oh, shit. Do I need to check in on Tami?”

  “Probably, but not now. I’d give them a few days.” We both laughed at his comment and the lingering innuendo in it.

  We parted ways a couple hours later. Jared said he’d be in town all week and wanted an update from me. I thought about making Gregor wait, but knew that he was more patient than me. I had no idea what time he was planning to arrive in Casper, but I didn’t want to alert him that I was coming either.

  I headed out around dinnertime. And as if mocking me, I Can’t Stay Away by The Veronicas came on. I arrived around eight p.m. His truck was in the parking lot, but I parked quite a ways away, not wanting my vehicle visible in case he was out. Grabbing my suitcase, I walked into the hotel and headed for the front desk. I was greeted with a smile.

  “I should have an envelope waiting. Meredith Nichols.”

  Smiling, she opened a drawer and then pulled out an envelope and handed it to me. “Enjoy your stay.”

  “Thank you.”

  I headed to the elevator and opened the envelope on my way. Sitting inside was a smaller envelope with the key card inside. Staring at the number written down on the key envelope, my heart fluttered. 315 was the same room he was in when I came here that first morning all those months ago. Yes, I had a thing for remembering numbers, always had.

  Making it up the elevator I now stood in front of the hotel door. Not bothering to knock, I inserted my key and then opened it when the light flashed green. With apprehension, I opened the door and found the room quiet and empty.

  “Gregor?”

  I wasn’t expecting a response and none came. I debated about emailing him or texting him, but if he was indeed with customers, I didn’t want to interfere. Rolling my suitcase to the corner, I debated about unpacking it, but decided not to. Yes, I’d packed our goodies, but we needed to talk. That was paramount.

  Looking to the desk, I remembered him propped back in the chair, legs kicked up on the desk as he lounged when I walked in that morning all those months ago. It put a smile on my face. His suitcase sat by the bed, not a single item of his strewn about the room. His OCD rivaled my own.

  Pulling out my phone, I texted Jared—who was with Tami—and told them I’d arrived and was waiting for him to get back to the room. I sat on the couch and remembered myself draped across his lap as he spanked me. Looking to the clock, I knew I could possibly be waiting a few hours for him to return.

  A yawn stifled me. I wanted to crawl in that bed, but I wasn’t going to play that easy to get. Getting up, I grabbed the ice bucket and went out to the hall to fill it. I put our drinks in the small fridge and then sat back down on the couch.

  Putting my music on, I curled up in the corner of the couch and dozed off. I dreamed of him, his hands on my face and in my hair, whispering those sentiments about my eyes, how natural my submission was, and everything else in between.

  I bolted upright a while later and saw that I’d been asleep for almost an hour. Checking my phone, no messages or emails awaited, my music still playing. I used the bathroom and checked my makeup. Moving to the window, I glanced out and admired the stars and full moon. Sighing, I moved back toward the couch when I heard a key slide into the door.

  I froze.

  Standing between him and the bed, I waited for him to see me. Halting, his eyes met mine and that grin spread across his face and touched those hazy blue eyes of his I loved. Moving forward, he let the door close and then turned the lock.

  “You came.” I just nodded. “How long have you been here?”

  “Just over an hour.”

  “You should’ve texted.”

  I shook my head, “No, I didn’t want to interfere if you were with customers.”

  Stepping closer, he apologized. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.”

  “It’s ok.”

  Removing his hat and glasses, he set them on the desk along with his jacket. My hands were playing with the hem of my sweater, nerves eating away at me. Now standing in front of me, his nearness had me trembling. Pressing my lips together and closing my eyes, I remained still.

  “Let me see those deep eyes.” His finger traced down the side of my cheek as I opened my eyes. He sighed, “So beautiful.”

  My heart was racing and I could feel the heat building in my chest, on my lower back, and between my legs. Leaning in, I pulled back for the first time ever. He looked back to my eyes and examined them.

  “We need to talk, Gregor.”

  Nodding, “You’re right.”

  Motioning to the couch, I moved to sit down and he sat down in the desk chair, turning it to face me. I smirked, he put himself in the spot of dominance. We were both sitting, but his chair was higher as he looked down at me. It didn’t matter, really. I knew that it was more likely instinct with him, not him trying to usurp his authority.

  “I don’t know where to start, Gregor. You need to tell me what you want.”

  “You need to tell me that as well. You said a lot that night at Rodeo 1.” He exhaled, “This should be easy, but given the circumstances, it won’t always be.”

  “I know that.” Meeting his eyes, as my hands continued to play with the hem of my sweater, I confessed, “I meant what I said. I’m fine with our arrangement and the little pieces of you that I get.”

  Then he did what I never thought I’d see him do. He knelt down in front of me and took my hands into his. “I’ll never be able to provide for you the way you may want and the way you deserve.” His eyes searched mine. “I need to know that you can handle that.”

  “I’m not asking for another husband, Gregor. That’s not what I want or what I need. But I do need you to be a little more transparent with me.”

  I knew that was going to be hard for him. He had to know what I needed from him was a confession of his feelings. “Meredith...”

  “Just once. Sometimes words need to be spoken even though actions speak louder. Tell me I’m not crazy, not imag
ining things. I know I’m not your only one. I’m not asking to be.” He wiped at the tears as they rolled down my cheek.

  “We agreed to no love.”

  “We agreed to a lot of things. Pretty sure I’m not supposed to know where you live and vice versa. Or know the names of your family, where you work, what you do, and so on.” We both took a big breath. “We also agreed that it’s possible to have deep bonds with more than one person. I have a bond with Jared, but it’s nothing like what I feel for you. Does my bond with him bother you?”

  There was no hesitation. “No. I might’ve been a little jealous when I saw you out with him last night and then saw him in his underwear this morning at your house. But once I knew it was Jared, it made sense. And, I thought I worked out.”

  I chuckled. “Yes, he’s pretty ripped. Lucky me.” He didn’t say anything. I could see his wheels turning. It was obvious to me now that Jared had spotted Gregor the night before, he just didn’t know it was Gregor. “I don’t love him Gregor, not in that way. I care for him deeply, probably always will, but he doesn’t own me.” Our eyes met, “Not like you do.”

  Lowering his eyes, he sighed. “I don’t own you. Never have.”

  I leaned back, that was not what I wanted to hear.

  Squeezing my hands between one of his, the other came up under my chin. “You own me. Have since that first day at lunch. I should’ve run for the hills. You intoxicated me immediately.” We were now face to face, “I’m still trying to figure out if it’s your eyes that did me in or something else.”

  My voice shaking, I pleaded with him. “Please shut up.”

  Grinning, “I thought you wanted to hear the words?”

  First I nodded, then I shook my head, “I do, but I want you to kiss me, too.”

  Eyes narrowing, lips turned up, he asked, “How badly?”

  Searching his eyes, I smiled. “Please, Sir. Please kiss me.”

  That smile came again as he whispered against my lips, “As you wish.”