A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

She gave him one look of pure loathing then turned and stalked off. All four of us watched her head back into the house and give the door an almighty slam.

  After a few seconds of shocked silence, Mat stepped forward. “Dad, this is Steve, Liza’s boyfriend.”

  Steve stepped forward and the two men shook hands, warmly. “It’s good to meet you, sir.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Steve. I just wish it could have been under happier circumstances.”

  He nodded and put his arm protectively around my shoulders. “I need to get Liza dry and warm, so we’re heading to a hotel, not far from here.”

  “I see she’s in good hands,” my dad said, smiling at me.

  My dad walked over and took both my hands in his own. Steve let him pull me into his embrace, and we stood there, together, father and daughter still, as far as I was concerned. Tears fell again as I felt my dad’s arms around me. I was so thankful that I had had such a great dad during my childhood, even if my mother had failed me.

  I pulled away and studied his face. “Are you really leaving her, Dad? I mean, where are you going to go? Or do you want her to leave?” I frowned, wiping the tears away, worried for my father and the emotional upheaval he was about to face.

  To my surprise, he looked a little sheepish. “Actually, I have somewhere I can go. Well, you know how things have been between your mother and me, for such a long time now. The thing is, I sort of met someone a while back. We are good friends; very good friends in fact, and when I called her from the car to tell her what had happened, well, she kind of offered to let me stay with her.”

  Blushing furiously, my dad stared at the ground in front of him. Mat and I exchanged an amazed look, and then I threw my arms around him, hugging him as hard as I could.

  “Oh Dad, I’m so happy for you,” I said. “I didn’t know how I was going to go back home, knowing how miserable you were. I’m never going to understand why my mother has to behave the way she does; I’m just glad you have a way out of that misery now.”

  I knew that it meant she would be on her own now, but it was what she deserved. No one should be allowed to treat others the way she had, and now, it seemed like the people she had hurt and used so badly would have a chance to be happy again.

  My dad and Mat glanced at each other, and then Mat broke into a huge grin.

  “Wow, Dad, you old Romeo,” my brother joked.

  We all laughed, and the atmosphere brightened up all around us.

  My dad and I parted, and he regarded Steve, his cheeks still a dull red. “I can’t imagine what you think to all this family drama,” he said, obviously embarrassed at his private life being discussed in front of Steve.

  “Actually, I’d like to be the first to congratulate you,” Steve replied, holding his arm out to shake my dad’s hand again.

  “Well, thank you, young man. Now you get my daughter to that hotel, and we’ll talk again soon.”

  My dad kissed me on the cheek and helped me back into the car, closing the door, then took a step back to stand with Steve and my brother. The three of them talked some more, then shook hands one last time. Mat gave me the “I’ll call you” gesture as Steve got back in, and then we drove away, his large hand holding my trembling one firmly.

  “I’ve invited the two of them to my place for a visit, as soon as they can organize it,” he said.

  “Thank you,” I replied. “I’m sorry you got dragged into all this, Steve.”

  I glanced over at him and he folded his fingers into mine, but said nothing. I sat there, running through all the events of the day, and wondered if I could cope with anything else. After my emotional breakdown at the Freelands’ house, I didn’t have any more tears to spill over my mother. At least, not at the moment.

  The one thing I couldn’t even bear to think about was what I would do if Steve had decided he couldn’t deal with any kind of relationship right now. He had been so wonderful, coming to find me when I had gone to pieces, but he was the kind of man who would have done that for any woman he knew well.

  I couldn’t imagine being on my own again, and as I sat there, I felt the tears start to well up and spill down my face, yet again.

  The journey only took a few minutes, like James had said, and I tried desperately to pull myself together when we walked into the hotel. Steve took charge, booking us in quickly, and after a minute or two, we walked to the lift and found our room on the third floor.

  Putting my bag down, he went straight to the bathroom, and I heard him turn on the taps to the bath. Returning to me, he ran a finger down my cheek and over the cut that Mike had given me.

  “You’ve had one hell of a week, sweetheart,” he said softly, kissing the top of my head.

  “I’ve definitely had better,” I admitted, trying to stop a fresh batch of tears from falling.

  He undressed me right there, dropping my clothing on the floor, one piece at a time. When I was naked, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bath, gently lowering me in.

  He rolled up his sleeves, turned the water off, and picked up the soap. Working it into a rich lather, he took each of my limbs in turn, soaping them thoroughly, and then rinsing them in the warm water.

  I had never felt more cherished in my life than I did at that moment. I watched this huge, hard man tenderly wash my body, and I knew I had fallen in love with him, whether it was a good idea or not.

  He soaped my breasts, and moved his hand under the water, pushing my legs open. I felt an instant desire building inside me as he slid the soap around my folds. Then my breath caught in my throat as he slipped a finger into my pussy.

  All the hurt and pain I had gone through that day was still there, but somehow, the relief of having Steve so close to me meant I could push it to one side, if only for a while.

  I felt abandoned when he took his hand away and he smiled at me, tapping my nose with his finger.

  “Is that a frown, sub?”

  The words made me feel like I was reconnected again, and I was back in the right place after losing my way.

  “No, Sir,” I said to him, my pussy throbbing and my pulse quickening.

  “I’m glad to hear it. Come on, out you get.”

  I stood on the mat as he briskly rubbed me dry, and I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

  “Oh my God,” I exclaimed. Crying had caused what was left of my mascara to run. “I look like a raccoon.”

  “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that. Get into bed, Liza, before you get cold again.”

  After I was under the covers, he passed me my carryall and I reached in, searching through my stuff until I found cleansing wipes. He took them from me and removed one.

  “It’s okay, I can do it,” I said.

  “So can I, so sit still and let me get on with it.”

  I smiled while he gently wiped my face clean of make-up. He went and threw the wipe away, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me.

  “Liza, I’m sorry I pushed you away,” he said in his deep voice. “I thought I needed some space, to get my head around how I felt about you, but the truth is, the house is empty without you there. I spent the whole time moping about like an idiot. Then when I got that call this afternoon, I nearly went out of my mind with worry.” He paused. “Can you forgive me?”

  I smiled and cupped his cheek in my hand. “Of course I can. You needed some space, I understand that,” I replied.

  “That’s more than Seb did,” he said, smiling for the first time in a while.

  “Seb? What has he got to do with it?”

  “He happened to call earlier today, just to check on some detail or other about the club. I ended up telling him what was going on.”

  “What did he say?” I asked, puzzled at the expression on Steve’s face.

  “Well, after he told me I was a fucking idiot, he instructed me to get my sorry ass into my car and come find you, to tell you exactly how I really felt. I didn’t have the address, so I tried to call, several
times, but I couldn’t get an answer.”

  “Oh, that’s right. I stuffed my cell phone in my carryall before I got in Mat’s car. It never left there,” I replied, feeling stupid.

  “It doesn’t matter now.”

  Steve got up from the bed and paced up and down the room, just like he had at the Freelands’ house. I didn’t know whether to answer him, or let him continue pacing, so I stayed silent. He came to a stop right in front of me and sat back down.

  “Look Liza, you’ve had one hell of a shock, but I don’t want you to feel like you are alone in this. I mean, I’ll take care of you, help you through it all, and be with you.” He sighed in exasperation. “What I’m trying to say is that I want you to move in with me. I don’t want you away from me again. You’re mine, Liza, all mine.”

  Tears started to run down my face once more; I was surprised I had any left. “I don’t really know who I am anymore. Everything I thought I knew has been a lie. I’m a mess, Steve. Do you really want to deal with a screw-up like me?”

  He pulled me, covers and all, on to his lap, holding me against his hard body, and kissing my tears away. I couldn’t stop more from falling, and at this point, I didn’t know whether they were from the pain of my mother’s betrayal, or feeling overwhelmed at the security of being in Steve’s arms.

  “Hey, you have to get this under control, woman; I’m drowning here.”

  A cracked kind of laugh broke through the tears, and I made a concerted effort to pull my pathetic self together.

  “Listen to me, Liza. You are exactly who you’ve always been. That hasn’t changed. You have a family, a father and brother who love and respect you, just like they always have.” He hesitated. “And you’ve got me…if you want me.”

  So I did belong to someone after all. My so-called mother didn’t want me, but this man did, and it made me feel like I could cope with anything, as long as he was by my side.

  “Come home with me tomorrow, sweetheart. Then we can welcome your father and brother to our home, as a couple. I’d like to show them the club, and tell them that you and I are going to make it a success, together.”

  “I’d love that,” I said, pulling his face down to mine and kissing it all over.

  He laughed and got up, putting me down on the bed again, and pulling the covers off me, exposing my nakedness. “Hmm, what can I use to tie up my sweet, willing sub,” he said, glancing around the room.

  “Here, at the hotel?” I asked, worriedly. “What if someone—”

  “I’m going to have to spank you if you argue,” he interrupted, going to the window and removing the ties from the drapes while he spoke.

  I wiped the last of my tears away, realizing that things were definitely back to normal. And I grinned, loving the fact that this giant of a man, tying me up with curtain ties, in a hotel room, was now normal to me.

  He placed them on the bed, and shrugged out of his shirt, throwing it on the floor. Then he pulled off his boots, socks and jeans and let his hard manhood spring free.

  He held out his hand. “Wrists, Liza.”

  I gave them to him at once, longing to feel his body on mine and his cock buried deep inside me. He knotted the ties together tightly, and then bound my wrists, pulling them above my head and securing the other end to the bed frame.

  Moving to the end of the bed, he opened my legs and then climbed on to the mattress, leaning over my body. He kissed my lips, and then sucked on each nipple in turn, making them hard and erect as my back arched up toward him.

  With one hard thrust, his cock entered my pussy and I cried out his name as his hot shaft filled me completely.

  “I love you, Liza,” he said, then kissed my mouth again, pushing his tongue between my lips.

  When he finally pulled his mouth away from mine, I answered him.

  “I love you, too.”

  I felt his breath on my cheek. “You love me too, what?” he asked, sternly.

  “Sir,” I whispered with a smile as his cock moved rhythmically, deep within me.

  “That’s better,” he said, smiling back at me.

  His mouth came down on mine again, and I knew he would own me from now on, body and soul.

  About the Author

  Born and raised in England, Laney now lives in the Midwest with her husband and a houseful of noisy sons. When she’s not lost in the world of Erotica and BDSM, she loves to make rich, exotic desserts, play Mozart on her piano, and go riding with her husband on his Harley Davidson.

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