A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

  “Are you my sub now, Liza? Do you belong to me?”

  All I wanted was to give myself completely to him, mind and body. The knowledge that he controlled everything and I was totally at his mercy made me so hot I could hardly stand it. I had stopped feeling embarrassed and vulnerable and had surrendered to him, loving every second of his absolute domination.

  “Oh, yes. God, yes. Please, Sir, may I come now?”

  “You asked so nicely. Yes, sweetheart, you may.”

  With that, he reached down and ran his thumb right over my clit then squeezed it between two fingers as he increased the speed of the vibrator. I screamed, finally going right over the edge, falling into waves of sheer ecstasy. My whole body shuddered as spasm after spasm went through me.

  I felt rather than saw him remove the vibrator, as my eyes were still squeezed shut. I was still gripping the sheet and my breathing was heavy in the now still room.

  “You look beautiful when you come; your cheeks are all flushed.” His voice sounded so close, and when I opened my eyes, he was leaning over right above me.

  He took one nipple in his mouth and lazily pulled on it, running his tongue around the taut bud. After doing the same to the other, he stood back up and undid his zipper.

  Was he kidding? My body was still pulsating inside from coming just a minute before. I didn’t know if I could take any more.

  I watched nervously as he freed his smooth, hard cock from his dark pants. Thick as well as long, I wondered how I was going to take all of him with the plug still in me. He was just too big.

  “Please, Steve, I can’t, not with that plug in me as well. It’ll hurt too much.”

  “You can handle it,” he said softly. “Just relax, baby. I promised you I’d never hurt you and I meant it.”

  He pressed the head of his cock against my swollen entrance. Slowly he pushed up into me, leaning right over my trembling body, and taking my mouth in a firm, hot kiss. Without thinking, my bound wrists came down and went over his head, pulling him in toward me as his tongue plunged deep into my mouth.

  He pushed in further, and the sensation of tight fullness sent strange pulses of pain/pleasure through my core.

  When he’d finally filled me completely, he moved back and forth, watching my face intently as he quickened the pace. Every thrust that brushed the thin membrane separating his large cock and the anal plug caused me to whimper with need. I wanted to lift my hips to take him deeper, but the restraints prevented me.

  “Good girl,” he praised as I felt my pussy clench around him, needing him to move faster within me.

  Steve reached one hand above my head and I jumped when I heard the vibrator being turned on again. I gasped when I felt the tip of it vibrate against my swollen clit.

  Restrained and helpless beneath him, and his thick shaft vying for space with the anal plug he’d inserted earlier, I realized my body wasn’t mine to control anymore. It was his now—his to command, to bring to pleasure, or to punish, and to use for his every whim.

  Everything else in the room disappeared as he kissed me possessively, pushing his tongue into my mouth in the same rhythm as his cock driving into me. I groaned, balancing at the edge of the precipice, about to go over.

  He removed the vibrator, letting it drop to the ground, and two strong fingers squeezed my clit. My mouth pulled away from his and I screamed. Like a crumbling dam, I came, hips jerking, every nerve tightened and every muscle tensed as wave upon wave broke over me.

  He slowed down and leaned even closer, until my breasts grazed his chest, and his lips were next to mine.

  “I could feel your pussy gripping me when you came,” he murmured, thrusting slow and deep. “I love that, little Liza.”

  I was just catching my breath when he lowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth. He sucked and nipped gently on it and, unbelievably, I felt little electric shocks travel straight to my clit. How could I have anything left to give after that orgasm?

  He chuckled and started to pound into me. “Again, Liza.”

  Was he kidding?

  However, after a few seconds, he changed position, his hard length moving toward the tight plug. I whimpered as the tender nerves in my ass began to spasm uncontrollably and my hands gripped his hair as I was sent straight back to the edge of an orgasm.

  When he took each of my nipples in turn, nipping them with his teeth, I screamed, coming again, my ankles pulling against the tape, and I bit his shoulder.

  His thrusts came deeper and faster, his tight balls slapping hard against my ass, and just when I thought he couldn’t reach any further inside me, he came with a roar, plunging his shaft deep into me, gripping my hips and drawing my body up to his with his final thrusts.

  He lay spent on top of me and I welcomed the feel of his hard body on mine as I stroked his hair.

  After a while, he ran rough fingers down my back and ass cheeks, before carefully removing the plug and disposing of it. Taking my wrists, he undid the bondage tape, kissing my fingers before moving to my ankles. When the tape came off, he rubbed my skin before releasing them and I marveled at how he could be so forceful one moment and so tender the next.

  “Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asked.

  I nodded and smiled.

  He moved to the side of the bed and scooped me up in his arms.

  “Where are we going now?” I asked with a frown.

  “To my favorite armchair,” he replied with a grin.

  After putting me in the same chair we’d shared before, he went to the kitchen and returned with two bottled waters. After putting them on the floor beside the chair, he lifted me up and sat, pulling me back down on to his lap.

  He grabbed the same blanket as before, snuggling me in, and then handed me a bottle. I drank thirstily and then curled into a comfortable position, my head against the same shoulder I’d bit minutes earlier.

  “Thank you for trusting me,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “It’s not easy to give yourself to someone like you did. You are one gutsy little sub.”

  The praise warmed me as much as the blanket. “I was scared at first. It all felt so unreal, you know? Everything happened so quickly over the last couple of days, it’s hard to believe.”

  “Is that a good thing for you, or is it all just too fast?”

  I thought about how wonderful I felt at that moment: warm, secure and sated. “I knew there was something missing in my relationships. I just had no idea I wanted to be, you know, dominated.” I dropped my gaze, feeling self-conscious at saying the words aloud.

  He put a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You are a brave, beautiful woman, who is a natural submissive. I don’t want to see you hang your head when you admit to that.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said with a smile. “You know I was stuck in this rut, not really going anywhere, and now look at me.”

  “Okay. I will.” He grinned and pulled the blanket off me, covering one breast with his big warm hand.

  I laughed, loving the way his face was so relaxed now. Such a lot of the time it seemed to be made up of hard lines and frowns. I snuggled in closer as his fingers played absently with my nipple, brushing over the tip, sending tiny sparks through me.

  “Do you like this part of being a Dom? I mean holding me afterwards?” I asked.

  He looked serious again and released my nipple, much to my disappointment. “It’s just as important for me as it is for you, sweetheart. We both need to be okay with everything that happened.”

  It made perfect sense, and curled up on his lap, warm and contented, I wanted to find out more about this man who had such an effect on me.

  “Have you always been a Dom?” My question was met with a long silence and I grew uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business,” I added.

  Why couldn’t I have just kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the moment?

  “It’s all right. You’ve been open and honest with me and I need to be the same with you. I don�
�t usually talk about myself, so it’s not easy.” He paused, took a swig from his water bottle, and then settled his arm around me again.

  “I’ve always known I was sexually dominant. I had a couple of regular relationships, but it was never enough. I started to look seriously into BDSM and visited the clubs around where I lived at the time. I kind of eased into the lifestyle and it was great—no judgments or looks. I had a few relationships, nothing too serious, and then I met Anna.”

  The expression on his face told me the next part wasn’t going to be easy.

  “We clicked, and after a year or so I decided I’d found someone I could spend my life with, so I asked her to marry me and she agreed.

  “Two weeks after I proposed, I found her in our apartment, facedown and spread-eagled, tied to our bed, her other Dom paddling her bare ass. I guess she wasn’t as committed as I was.” He stopped talking.

  “I’m so sorry that happened to you.” It was all I could think of to say.

  He kissed the top of my head and continued, “It was a long time ago. I joined the military soon after and spent a few years overseas. By the time I got back stateside, I knew I couldn’t be happy unless I was a Dom, so I returned to the lifestyle with no long term commitments.

  “After a couple of years, I got out of the military and set up a security company with a couple of ex-soldier buddies of mine. It grew into personal protection and venue security. That’s what I do now. I met Helen soon after the company really took off. We both knew it wasn’t a permanent thing, but it worked for a while.”

  He paused and I studied his face, wondering what was going through his mind.

  “I’m glad she’s with Seb,” he said. “They could really make a go of it. He’s exactly what she needs.”

  We sat in companionable silence for a while, and I digested everything he’d told me. Of course, protecting people and places was the perfect job for him. He had the kind of personality that let people know he wouldn’t take any crap from anyone.

  “What made you start up a cleaning business?” I asked, puzzled. It didn’t seem like it fit into the chain of events he’d just described to me.

  He took a deep breath and then answered my question. “The cleaning company belongs to my brother, Nathan. He’s in prison right now, doing two years for being stupid.”

  Steve sat for a minute, not saying anything, and then he continued with his explanation.

  “He has a gambling problem, a big one. I thought he had it under control, but he was lying to himself, as well as me. When the funds ran out, he begged, borrowed and then finally stole. He got caught, and it serves him right. But he’s my brother, so I decided to try and keep the company going, for when he gets out.”

  “He’s a lucky man to have a brother like you,” I said softly.

  Steve pulled me in closer to his body and I snuggled contentedly against him.

  “What about you?” he asked. “Tell me about your life so far. I don’t like knowing so little about you.”

  He wasn’t the only one who felt uncomfortable sharing. I took a deep breath.

  “It sounds a bit melodramatic, but my mother didn’t really like me, even as a little kid. Love never came into it and I grew up aware that my brother could do no wrong and I could do absolutely nothing right.”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  I shrugged. “It became normal everyday life for me, to experience that kind of dislike. I just learned to live with her disapproval. My dad spent my entire childhood overcompensating for her behavior and I loved him for trying. He still does now, every time I visit, but nothing ever changes. I’ve tried for so long to win her approval. Now I just go out of my way to piss her off. It’s easier, you know?”

  “That’s really fucked up.”

  Somehow, his angry comment made it easier to continue. “My poor brother was constantly mortified at her clingy, desperate love, and spent his childhood needing reassurance from me that I didn’t hate him. You’re right, it was totally fucked up. He left home the minute he turned eighteen and joined the Air Force. At least he’s doing well now.”

  He pulled the blanket off my shoulder and kissed it softly.

  “You haven’t told many people about yourself, have you? That can’t have been easy to say, sweetheart.” He smiled. “I think you’re one tough cookie.”

  “Not always, but thanks.” I gave him a smile.

  We lapsed into silence again.

  “Right, enough of the emotional stuff. I might need to ravage that body of yours in the near future, so get your sexy ass off my lap and into bed where you belong.”

  I broke into laughter and the atmosphere lightened up at once. It was just what I’d needed to hear and, when I was being pulled along the hallway to my bedroom by my grinning Dom, I realized I was dangerously close to falling, big time, for the man who could be tough as nails one minute and funny and tender the next.

  I climbed naked into my bed and lay there waiting. It felt weird. I had never gone to bed while a man turned off the lights and checked to make sure the front door was locked. This was what being married could be like. I stopped my train of thought immediately. Steve had said nothing about a permanent relationship, and to start going down that road would only bring disappointment.

  He walked into the bedroom and I watched him in the glow of the bedside light. Putting my hands behind my head, I lay there smiling at the view.

  Steve glanced up and did a classic double take as he caught me watching him undress. He gave me one of his lazy grins as he pulled off his pants and shrugged out of the black shirt. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. My breathing quickened while I took in the powerful frame and taut muscles. Not to mention his cock, which stood erect and proud.

  “Are you going to give me marks out of ten?” he drawled.

  “I wouldn’t want you to get any more big-headed,” I shot back, my smile widening.

  He got in and pulled me over so I was tucked in right against him, his arm wrapped right around my middle.

  “Did you just sass me, Liza?” he said quietly in my ear.

  “Absolutely not, Sir,” I replied, hoping he couldn’t tell I was still smiling.

  I wriggled against him, getting comfortable and he smacked one still sore ass cheek.

  “Stop squirming, sub, or neither of us are going to sleep at all tonight,” he growled.

  His hard cock brushed against my thigh as he spoke, and all I wanted was for him to be inside me again. This was new to me, this constant sexual appetite, and I was beginning to realize just how much I had missed out on until now.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” I replied, in a suitably apologetic voice and laid still.

  I waited ten seconds and then gave one deliberate wiggle. His wicked laugh made my insides squirm with delight.

  “Sub, you’re going to get it now,” he warned.

  I squealed, trying to escape across the bed, but two big hands reached over and grabbed my hips, flipping me over easily on to my front. He knelt up behind me and swatted my ass, gently, a couple of times.

  “Get on all fours,” he ordered.

  I obeyed, heart racing and heat coursing through me.

  He leaned over me, placing a hand in the middle of my back, pushing me down till my bottom stuck straight up in the air. “Don’t move.”

  Kneeling on the bed, facing my ass, and keeping a hand pressed down hard on my back, he began to spank me, my already sore cheeks stinging immediately.

  I yelped with surprise, struggling to push back up. His arm was like a rod of iron and he held me there with no trouble at all. I had no choice but to take the spanking. It hurt a lot; however, even with the pain, my pussy throbbed with hot desire. What was the matter with me? Each time I was punished, my body hungered for more.

  His hand came down harder every time, and my eyes watered even as my pussy got wetter and wetter.

  After five more swats, he stopped. “That’s for lying about sassing me. I won’t tolerate lying, even whi
le joking.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  His hand caressed my ass cheeks and then he let one finger slip into my wetness. “Your body tells me that you enjoy being punished, even when you try to show me you don’t. Maybe I should organize a daily spanking time for you, and we’ll see how long you can keep up the pretense of hating it.”

  My body betrayed me again when he slid a finger inside my cunt and the muscles clenched around him. He laughed.

  “Mmm, what a nice reaction; I think we’ll try that. Don’t worry, sweetheart, my job takes me away for days at a time, so your pert little ass will have time to recover between punishments.”

  He lifted his arm from my back, and got off the bed. Walking around, he came and stood right next to my head. “Back up on all fours, turn around and face me.”

  I did as I was told and found my face right in front of his massive erection.

  “Take my cock in your mouth, sweetheart. I want to feel your lips tight around me.”

  I let my tongue run the whole length of his hard shaft before closing my lips over the smooth, velvet head. I sucked gently on the tip, almost releasing him, then took the tip back into my mouth again, tracing the rim of the head with my tongue, over and over.

  Wanting to taste more, I leaned forward and enveloped his whole cock, my mouth drawing on the hot shaft, and pulled him right to the back of my throat. He groaned, and I began to suck, hard and fast at first, then I slowed down, taking just the head again and flicking the rim of it.

  He grabbed my hair, thrusting himself forward, pushing himself into my mouth. He gradually slowed down and I could hear him trying to gain control of his breathing.

  “Your mouth feels so damn good, sweetheart, but we have to stop. I need to be inside you, right now.” His large hands grabbed my hips, turned me around, and pulled me to him.

  Immediately, his hand delved between my legs and two fingers pushed into me. I cried out as my vagina contracted around the intrusion. Instant arousal turned to urgent need as his fingers thrust in and out of me and ran over my clit in swift movements.

  All of a sudden, everything stopped.

  “No,” I shouted in dismay.