Secret: Passion (Submissive Romance)

by Cardine, Mia

  “It’s not ‘going on’… It happened. Once. And that’s it,” Anna slopped her coffee as she stirred it. “And to be honest I thought he’d either forgotten or was embarrassed about it.”

  “Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Maria shrugged. “We’ve all done it. Christmas party, was it?” Anna nodded. “I wondered where you’d gone. Still, makes for a good story. So what’s it like, this retreat?”

  “It looks like a fancy spa hotel,” Anna replied. “I don’t think you were on to anything with your sex club idea.”

  “It was only a theory… And I’m sure you’ll turn it into your own private sex club once you get there.”

  “That’s not why I’m going,” Anna blushed.

  “Maybe not, but that’s why he’s going,” Maria said firmly. “Trust me – these rich boys know where their bread is buttered. Just make sure you get a few decent presents out of him before this is all over.”

  *

  Four o’clock rolled around and Anna went down the elevator to the office building lobby. Mark was already waiting, standing beside her small case and his own slightly larger one.

  “The car’s here,” he said, taking hold of both cases and carrying them, rather than wheeling them to the boot of the vehicle. Anna did not have a head for cars, but she recognised that the sweeping black metal and gleaming chrome said ‘expensive’. This was confirmed by the creamy leather interior and bottle of champagne on ice in the passenger seats behind the driver, who wore an old-fashioned peaked cap.

  “Usual place, sir?” the driver asked as Mark climbed in the opposite side to sit next to Anna – the champagne between them.

  “Thanks, Giles,” Mark reached for the bottle and corked it with a muffled pop. “Do you drink?” he asked Anna as he reached for a glass.

  “I will do, thanks,” she said as a pale yellow fizz settled in her glass. The windows of the car were tinted, so she only had a vague idea of where they were going. “Whereabouts is the Retreat?” she asked. “There was no address on the leaflet.”

  “That’s because it’s very exclusive,” Mark said, draining his glass and making a face. “This is a terrible vintage,” he remarked dismissively. “You have to know someone who is already a member to get in, and so it’s been as far back as when the place was set up – you can’t join without a referral, and so the only people who know how to find it are already members.”

  “Or their guests,” Anna added, sipping her drink. She didn’t see what the fuss was about – it tasted fine to her. “I’ll know where it is.”

  “Do you know where you are now?” Mark nodded at the window. Anna looked out. They had only been driving a few minutes, but already the countryside was looming and she wasn’t exactly sure of her bearings.

  “No,” she said honestly.

  “Then the secret is safe,” Mark said. He put the bottle and glass down and took hold of Anna’s hand. She felt a flush of heat run through her body as her skin remembered his touch. He stroked the back of her hand. “I hope you enjoy yourself this weekend,” he said softly.

  “I’m sure I will,” she replied, giving him a gentle smile. As she looked into his dark brown eyes she was sure she saw a spark of lust buried somewhere and allowed herself to drink in his gaze for as long as she dared.

  The car wound its way through the fields and trees of the country, occasionally hitting the motorway and eventually, as the light started to dim in the sky, peeling off onto a slightly bumpy country lane flanked by high hedges.

  “What if another car comes?” Anna asked – there was only enough room for a single car to fit down the lane.

  “Single file,” Mark replied. “Cars coming and going might attract attention.”

  “There’s no one around,” Anna looked behind her.

  “That’s what you think,” Mark said, adjusting his tie.

  The car bumped down the lane, and then turned sharply. Immediately the view that had been hidden behind the hedges was revealed – a large, white country house with at least twenty windows on the front wall stood proudly; a fountain roared in front of the sweeping, circular driveway and several shiny cars were parked in front of it.

  “Welcome to Exotic Retreats,” Mark said, planting a chaste kiss on Anna’s cheek. The place his lips made contact burned with feeling and Anna’s legs were still trembling as the car pulled up and she stepped out into the night air.

  Chapter Four

  “Checking in, Mr. Peyton?” the woman behind the desk seemed to recognise Mark by sight. She tucked her red hair behind her ears and wrinkled her freckled nose cheerfully.

  “Plus guest, today, Gail,” he said as Anna looked around the lobby. The place hummed with some sort of music and activity, though there were no other guests around. A porter came and took their cases, and they followed him to the second floor, where the door was opened into a huge, cream and white, sumptuous bedroom.

  “This is beautiful,” Anna twirled as the porter was given a tip and asked to leave.

  “You think? It’s a little old fashioned for my taste,” Mark smiled at her delight. “The bathroom is through that way… I did take the liberty of ordering a double suite,” he flung open some double doors to reveal a second king-size bed and identical furnishing. “I didn’t think you’d want to feel obligated to bed-share.”

  “That’s… I really appreciate that, Mark,” Anna nodded. She felt a weight she hadn’t realised she was carrying fall from her shoulders. Maria was so wrong – this weekend wasn’t all about sex.

  *

  She had her dress, steamed and fresh delivered to the adjoining room as she got ready that evening. Mark had promised her drinks and then they would have some time alone – she was pleased there was no pressure, and twisted her hair into an elegant topknot and pulled the pale blue dress on, admiring her own figure as the dress showed off her cleavage and made her blonde hair seem to shine even brighter.

  “Ready?” Mark called from the larger room. She walked through, striking a pose that made him crack a grin. “Beautiful… Now, we’ll take in the sights,” he said, offering his arm. Anna looped her pale arm through his jacket clad one and they made their way to the bar.

  Anna was slightly surprised to see the red-headed girl at the desk was wearing a much tighter fitting uniform than she remembered. The woman also seemed to be talking to someone hiding under the desk in a fierce voice.

  “Is she ok?” Anna whispered to Mark.

  “I expect so,” he replied. They went through to the bar, which was full of elegantly dress people. A few of them nodded at Mark, but most of them seemed to be in their own small groups and happy to remain that way.

  The couple settled at the bar and Mark ordered a crisp, clear drink that tasted vaguely of apples. Anna took a mouthful and looked about. A man in a very expensive-looking suit was holding onto the wrist of the woman he was with, but she did not seem to mind. A woman wearing a very tight dress was looking down her nose at the whole room, as if she was a shark looking for prey. Anna noticed she was wearing the highest, sharpest pair of heels she had ever seen.

  “Do you know anyone here?” Anna asked Mark.

  He nodded. “A few. It’s a fairly quiet weekend. I expect people will be down for breakfast in the morning… It’s room service only dining tonight, if you don’t mind.”

  “That’s great,” she smiled. “I wouldn’t know which knife and fork to use – ” there was a crash as a woman kicked her legs out onto a table, sending an ice bucket rolling across the wooden table top. A man was holding her arms above her head as he stood behind her chair, and a second man was trying to tie her hands together. Anna made to get up, to help or to stop what was happening, but Mark touched her on the arm and shook his head.

  “No,” he mouthed silently. The woman who was struggling seemed now to be grinning ever as the second man’s tie was bound around her mouth, and then both of them hoisted her up and carried her bodily from the room. The rest of the assembled people seemed frankly bored wi
th the situation, although some of them kissed excitedly.

  “What the hell did I just witness?” Anna hissed. Mark downed his drink.

  “With luck, the next step of the weekend,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her out of the room.

  *

  “This is a sex club,” Anna said weakly as they walked back through the lobby. The red-headed woman was now around the front of the desk, beating a man (who was sporting a massive erection) with a thin stick. Her hair was tousled and she looked stunning, despite the ferocity with which she was striking the man.

  “Sex club is a rather nasty term for this place,” Mark replied. “This is a place where nothing is forbidden, and everything is encouraged.”

  “You mean… like, bondage and stuff,” Anna said, tearing her eyes away from the scene in the lobby. They walked through to a smaller, quieter corridor lined with several doors. Mark chose one and stopped in front of it.

  “Bondage? BDSM is more than whips, chains and handcuffs here,” he said. “For those of us choosing to come here, it is a way of life.”

  “And you’ve brought me here… why?” Anna gasped.

  “It was your handcuff story,” Mark grinned. “Horribly vulgar and it had the sort of flavour I’d expect from a teenager wandering into a sex shop for the first time. But,” he lifted her chin with his hand. “Your eyes said so much. They said it was the best sex you had ever had – true?”

  “It was… until…” Anna bit her lip to stop herself. Mark grinned widely and turned the door handle, leading Anna inside.

  The room was small, but warm and lined in a plush, shag-pile carpet that was a deep shade of red. There was a padded bench, about pelvis-height in the centre of the room, and various hooks lined the walls, each displaying a different tool or implement, so it seemed.

  “This is a room I like to use,” Mark said. “Of course, it is up to you whether you choose to stay,” he stepped towards her, intent in his eyes. “If you close that door, you are choosing to submit to me. You will refer to me as ‘Master’, or ‘Sir’, and do exactly as I say. If you wish to end the scene, you will say the word ‘Umbrella’. If you use the safe word, I will not be speaking to you again. Is that clear?”

  In answer, Anna turned and closed the door behind them.

  Chapter Five

  Mark hung his jacket on a peg as Anna felt trembles run up her spine. What the hell am I doing? Her brain said, but she did not turn and leave. Mark’s face was filled with lust, and the way he was staring at her made her want to melt. She was sure that no matter what this night might entail, she wouldn’t say ‘no’ to him. After all, try as she might to deny it, she knew exactly know much he meant to her.

  Mark pulled her towards him and their lips connected firmly – his tongue sought entrance to her mouth and she let him in, allowing him to explore her tongue, lips and teeth. He licked the roof of her mouth and made her shiver, but just as she was about to smile, he pushed her away a little, turned her and pulled down the zip on her dress.

  Anna was wearing chaste white cotton underwear – the sort that could not be seen through a dress, and she immediately regretted the choice. But Mark seemed not to care – he reached around her and caressed her warm stomach with his hands, letting them roam over her body. Each of her breasts was caressed – bringing her nipples to a peak, and then the rest of her skin seemed to tingle as he traced thin paths with his fingers, down her body towards her knickers.

  Then, as soon as it had started, the sensuality seemed to stop. Mark took hold of Anna’s wrists and took her towards the padded bench in the centre of the room. He pushed her by her hips towards it and then over it, exposing her buttocks as each cheek peeked out from the edge of her underwear. Mark reached upwards and pinged her bra open, threading it over her arms. He then took hold of her knickers and pulled them off as well. Anna felt a twinge of embarrassment, but then remembered he had seen her before – and in a situation far less controlled than this. She flinched as she felt him parting her legs, and carefully tying each ankle to one leg of the padded bench. The position meant that Anna was forced to lean forwards, parting her buttocks and exposing the wetness of her sex.

  “Now, you are mine, so I will choose how you need to be punished,” Mark said into her ear. Anna trembled, but nodded, feeling horribly exposed. She turned her head to see Mark take a bottle on a string and a riding crop from the hooks on the wall. Fear ran a chill through her – was she to be thrashed like the man she had seen in the lobby?

  Something warm ran over her backside, and she realised the bottle must contain some sort of oil that Mark was warming in his hands. He poured the liquid over her skin before massaging it in – his strong hands squeezed her flesh and make her sex open a little – he was so close to touching her secret places, and yet he held back. The oil massaged in, Anna felt her skin become deliciously warm, and almost allowed herself a smile, before she heard the creak of leather and knew Mark was flexing the riding crop behind her.

  She took a breath at the right moment – just as the whip came cracking down. It seemed to happen in slow motion… Anna heard the sound of the whip making contact with her skin before she felt it. Then, if her backside was warm before it was nothing compared to the sharp heat that came. A thin line, as though a red-hot poker was being pressed into her flesh seemed to spring into being, but instead of screaming, Anna could only gasp.

  More warm oil was poured onto her skin and it ran down between her legs, over her anus and sex, dripping slightly onto the floor. Mark raised the crop again and brought it down almost exactly on top of the first stroke. Anna moaned, tensing her flesh, but Mark ran a hand from her sex to her sore backside and she relaxed. Another stroke, this time harder, make Anna cry out into the dimly lit room.

  “You are wicked,” Mark snarled in a voice Anna had only heard him use when roaring at clients on the phone. “You need to be punished. If you are good and take your punishment, you will be rewarded…”

  Anna felt a thrill of sexuality run through her at the promise of a reward, and made herself relax, letting the restraints pull her legs as apart as they would go. Mark thrashed her with the crop again, and as if her thoughts could manipulate her responses, she felt the desire she felt for the ‘reward’ somehow spill out of her. Instead of pain, the blow of the crop felt hot in a different way. Her nerves were aflame and were being stimulated as much as they possibly could be. Her sex responded eagerly, translating pain into pleasure, desire and deep expectation. She remembered feeling Mark’s large cock inside her before, and it was as though he was thrusting inside her with every blow of the crop.

  “Very good,” she heard him say from somewhere above her. “You are learning…” was that a note of pride in his voice? Anna closed her eyes and let the sensations overwhelm her. Despite everything, she could feel her clitoris throbbing and arousal washing over her.

  Another blow and Anna had a vague idea that she had been hit ten times in total. However many times it was, Mark seemed to think it was enough and dropped the riding crop onto the floor. Anna moaned softly as his hands moved over her flesh, parting her buttocks to expose her anus and pink, moist sex. She sighed as his oiled fingers dipped into her passage, parting her folds and making her wet passage even slicker.

  He withdrew, and there were the sounds of zipping, and clothing falling to the ground. She didn’t need to turn to know he was undressing, and the idea of him naked – his toned, athletic body with its impressive cock being close to and inside her again almost made her come on the spot. She was not left waiting long.

  Mark took hold of Anna’s hips and moved between them. She felt the bump of his cock on the inside of her thigh before the head nuzzled inside her folds. Her sore, beaten skin was throbbing a little, but Mark squeezed it anyway, as if he liked seeing the bright red rosy colour he had created.

  With a smooth thrust, he buried himself inside her. Anna squealed, feeling him bump against her cervix and fill her completely. She had always loved
rough sex, and this was delicious. Mark withdrew and thrust in again, this time adding a finger into her oiled and lubricated anus. The dual sensations of being filled in both places was enough to make Anna tremble. She gripped the pad she lay on, making ragged cries that tore through her body. Mark thrust into her fiercely, filling her up again and again as he finger-fucked her anus.

  Her climax came suddenly, and she did not resist it – it broke over her like waves on rock, making her marble body soften and soothe as Mark continued to fuck her with vigour. She sighed, feeling her wetness running down her legs, and it was quickly joined by a hot injection of cum that Mark pumped into her. Anna gasped as her sex trembled, and their twin pleasure came together, before finally breaking apart.

  *

  “We could make this a regular thing, you know,” Mark passed Anna a towel filled with ice. She had been freed from her restraints and carried upstairs, and was sitting on the cool marble bench that ran though their shared bathroom. She smiled her thanks and placed the iced towel on her backside, sitting neatly on it.

  “A thing?” she asked.

  “Well, those of us who are dominant often have long-term partners,” Mark said. “Our submissives. You could be mine.”

  “Like a girlfriend?” Anna asked hopefully.

  Mark pulled a face. “No,” he said. “I can’t agree to that, I’m afraid. I couldn’t treat you right – work takes up all of my time, except when I’m here.”

  “I don’t know,” Anna shifted a little.

  “There is a second option,” Mark said. “You could become a member of the Retreat, and come here whenever you liked. You could train to be a submissive or a dominatrix, the choice would be yours.”

  Anna stared at the white tiles. It was a choice she had never imagined having to make. As much as she enjoyed their sex, she knew there was something more she felt for Mark – she was falling for him, slowly but surely. Could she give all of that up and just be his sex slave? How about giving him up altogether?