Filthy Commitments: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  Under the cool spray of the shower, they explored each other’s bodies, kissing, stroking, caressing. Quilla moved her hand down to cup his cock, stroking the hot length of it along her belly as Jakob, trailing his lips along her shoulder, slipped his fingers along the slick crevice of her sex. As he massaged her clit, she ground against his hand and with a growl, he tumbled her out of the shower onto the floor.

  “I have to be inside you, beautiful ...” and he hitched her legs around his hips. She helped guide him to the entrance of her cunt and as he thrust into her, she gasped at the quick pain of his rigid, huge cock slamming into the core of her. They fucked hard, furiously, as if they had no time and were so desperate to be joined that all their feral animal needs came flooding out of them.

  Quilla gripped his buttocks, moving her own hips to meet him, angling them up so he could drive himself into her. Jakob, his gaze focused totally on her, marveled at the way her breasts, so full and ripe, and her softly curved belly, undulated under their movements as he fucked her.

  “Jakob, Jakob …” Her urgent whisper made his body react, his thrusts becoming fiercer, deeper. Inexorably he drove her towards a shattering climax and when it came, he marveled at the way her lips parted, her eyes closed, and her head rolled back. He kissed her throat, feeling the vibration of her cry of pleasure shimmer through the delicate skin.

  “Quilla … my God, Quilla ...” His body was no longer his; it belonged to her and he came, shooting hot semen deep into her core. She tightened her thighs around his hips, running the tips of her fingers up and down his back, the delicious sensations prolonging his orgasm.

  As they caught their breath, Jakob gathered her to him. “God, Quilla, I’ve been wanting to do that since we met.”

  She chuckled shyly, laying her cheek against his hard chest. “Me too … but that’s not why I ...”

  “I know that. Look at me.”

  She looked up and he smiled down at her. “You are the best person I’ve ever known, Quilla Chen. You saved me—not just that evening at the canal, but in so many ways over the last few days.”

  Her eyes filled with tears. “That’s such a lovely...” she got choked up then and he kissed from her forehead down, trailing his lips across her soft cheek until his mouth covered hers.

  “Jakob?”

  “What is it, baby?”

  She gave a little chuckle. “This bathroom tile is really hard.”

  He laughed and got up, pulling her to her feet. He ran a leisurely hand down her side, admiring the way her full breasts fell, the soft belly, almost but not quite flat, the curve of her hips. “You really are just beautiful,” he said idly, and she kissed him again.

  “Come with me.” She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. “Our playground,” she said with a grin. “Bet you’re glad you’re off the couch from now on.”

  Jakob grinned back and swept her legs from under her, laying her back on the soft bed. “Hey, I like that couch. I fully intend to fuck you on that couch.”

  “Oh, you do, do you?”

  “Hell, yes. Then I’m going to fuck you on the kitchen table and on the living room floor ...” He was lifting her legs over his shoulders, trailing his lips down the valley between her breasts down to the soft rise of flesh around her navel. His tongue circled and dipped into her bellybutton and he heard her drawing in a very shaky, excited breath. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

  “Where else are you going to fuck me, Jakob Mallory? Jesus ...”

  His mouth was on her sex then, tongue sweeping along the soft folds of labia, lashing around her clitoris. He paused for a beat to answer her and she moaned.

  “Impatient girl … well, Miss Chen, you have that wonderful balcony. I’ll wait until the early hours of the morning, when the city is quiet ...” He bent his head to taste her again and felt her fingers knot in his short hair, “then I’ll taste every part of you, kiss very inch of your skin until you beg me to fuck you so hard, I’ll have to muffle your screams with my hand in case we wake the neighbors … but ...” He was moving up her body again so he could kiss her mouth, “we’ll wake the neighbors anyway and silently, they’ll watch us, marveling over your beauty, the way you blush and moan as my cock slams into you again and again and again …”

  He plunged into her swollen and ready sex, his cock straining to find the center of her. Jakob put all his weight of his hands, on either side of her head, and locked his gaze on her face as he thrust into her. Quilla, her limbs liquid under him, gazed back at him as if drinking him in, wanting to memorize his face. She clung to him, her legs moving with him, her breasts pressing up into his chest. He smiled down at her as their bodies became damp with sweat from the exertion, from the hot Venetian night. Jakob glanced over to the large, dusty freestanding mirror and smiled.

  “Look how beautiful you are,” he said, and lifted her leg so she could see his thick, long cock sliding in and out of her swollen cunt. It was a mesmerizing sight and soon they were clawing and tearing at each other as they came, pausing only to catch their breath, before beginning again, long into the night until the dawn began to break over the city.

  Quilla opened one eye. She lay on her stomach in her bed, her limbs pleasantly sore. Her thighs were aching in a way that made her smile. Jakob wasn’t beside her in bed but she could hear him whistling in the kitchen. Quilla glanced over the clock. It was afternoon, but she didn’t care. Last night—and this morning—had been the most erotic, most exhilarating night of her life. Only exhaustion had stopped them eventually and she had fallen asleep, wrapped in his thickly muscled arms. She closed her eyes, recalling every part of the night, the way he’d kissed her in the darkened alleyway—she knew without doubt that if he had taken her right then, she would not have turned him down. The idea they might be caught was thrilling to her.

  She felt cool lips against the small of her back then, and smiled as they trailed up her spine. The bed dipped as Jakob lay down with her and she turned over. He smiled appreciatively as he ran a hand over her belly and dipped his head to kiss both breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue.

  “Good morning,” she said lazily and felt his laugh rumbled through his big chest.

  “Good afternoon, gorgeous. Damn, look at you … even supermodels don’t look like this when they get up ...”

  Quilla rolled her eyes. “Sweet talker. Perhaps you like the way the pillow seems to have made my face into this abstract artwork.” She turned her far cheek to him and he grinned when he saw the soft skin rumpled from the pillow’s creases.

  “I love every line,” he said, kissing her. “I bought you brunch.”

  She heaved herself into a sitting position and looked over to the nightstand. Two long glasses of orange juice stood on a tray with croissants and fresh fruit. “Oh, yum, I am parched.”

  He handed her a glass and she drank half of the cold juice in one go. “So hot.”

  “Yep.” He wiggled his eyebrows and she laughed.

  “I mean the weather. Thank you for this; I needed this.” She drained her glass and smacked her lips together, smirking at him. He was looking at her with a strange expression.

  “’Sup?”

  He didn’t answer, but instead grabbed her ankles and pulled her flat on the bed again. She giggled as he pushed the sheet away from her. “What are you doing?”

  Playfully, he put a finger to her lips, silencing her. She took her cue, watching him lazily as he fished an ice cube from his untouched glass and placed it on her throat. With his thumb and forefinger, he gently traced a pattern with the cube around her breasts, taking his time with each, finishing by holding the cube on her nipple until it became painful, then taking each nipple into his mouth to warm it. Then, he drew it down the center line of her stomach, circling around her navel again and again, dipping into it, letting the icy water run into it, and then dipping his head to drink it from her.

  The ice cube, melting against her hot skin, was trailed lower until it was on her clit, Quilla’s leg
s parting gently as his hand slipped between them. All this time, Jakob never broke eye contact with her and Quilla, being silent, held in her moans of pleasure. She felt the ice against her now as he brushed it up and down her sex until it finally melted away. Then, so gently, his long finger slipped inside of her while his thumb brushed a steady rhythm on her clit. Quilla felt her vagina clench and tighten around his finger, responding to him, and a small moan escaped. Jakob gently placed his free hand over her mouth, smiling, a question in his eyes. She knew without doubt that if she said “Stop”, he would do so immediately. She at once felt so vulnerable and yet safe under his caress.

  Jakob increased the pressure on her clit and slipped another finger, then another, inside her, pressing upwards against her g-spot until she tensed and shuddered, the mellowest yet most all-consuming orgasm of her life rippling through her body. It seemed to go on and on. From somewhere, Quilla remembered the French saying La petite mort—the little death—and that’s what that felt like, a scintilla, a moment where she didn’t care if she lived or she died.

  As her breathing returned to normal, she smiled up at him. “You have mad skills.”

  He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “I love watching you come,” he said simply, “it’s the most exhilarating thing in the world to me.”

  Quilla shook her head. “Jakob Mallory … I’m going to wake up in a minute and discover I’m in a fever dream.” But she loved the way he looked at her, loved being naked and totally vulnerable with this man.

  “Quilla?”

  She locked her fingers with his. “Yes, lovely man?”

  “Will you come back to Seattle with me? I mean, when your scholarship is done. Will you come back and live with me?”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “Live?” She was silent for a moment and Jakob, his eyes wary, tried to smile.

  “I’m not trying to freak you out. And if you say no, if you think it’s too soon, that’s okay.”

  Quilla sat up again, studied his face. “Jakob … I really, really,' she exaggerated the word and he smiled, “want this to work. I do. It is a little fast to live together … and we come from such hugely different worlds— seriously, look at this place, it’s luxurious compared to my actual one bed in St Anne’s. I’m a grad student; I work in the art department of the university and just about make rent and food. I’m crazy about you, but I think we should date a bit first.”

  Jakob nodded, only wincing slightly. “I always go all in—it’s a character flaw – “

  “No,” she interrupted, “It isn’t at all. Better to do that than always hold back. I’ve done that in the past, with ...” She sighed, hugging her legs to her chest. “My mom was a heroin addict. I helped get her clean, the last time and stupidly, I thought we’d actually made it. I didn’t get her the follow- up care she needed. And she started using again, but she hid it. I found her dead, overdosed. So, no, don’t hold back, please. It’s just I’m not ready quite yet.”

  Jakob pressed his lips to hers. “Quilla Chen, you are wiser than your years.”

  “Grandpa.”

  “Ouch.” But he laughed. “So, you’ll think about it?”

  Quilla grinned and slid her hand around to the back of his neck, leaning her forehead against his. “Yup. And what’s more, I’ll think about it while sucking your big, delicious cock ...”

  “You are a filthy, filthy girl ...”

  “Oh, I know ... I know ...”

  If I hadn’t met Jakob, Quilla thought as she stared wide-eyed out of the window at a rain-drenched Seattle, I’d be sitting on a steaming, stinky bus instead of this air-conditioned behemoth of a town car. Next to her, Jakob was clearly enjoying introducing her to the luxuries in his life. He’d insisted on changing her plane ticket to a business class one—next to him, of course—and they’d arrived back in Washington rested and without a hint of the jetlag she’d expected. And of course, being with him had made leaving Venice easier—although she still felt a pang. She’d spent the last three months there, met Jakob there, and fell in love with … everything. Oh, to hell with it, she smiled to herself, I fell in love with him. She didn’t mind admitting that to herself, even if she was holding back from saying it to him … yet.

  Jakob reached for her hand. “So, you want to go home, get changed? Get some rest?”

  She nodded. “I think I need to. Do some laundry, call my friends. Just for today,” she said hurriedly, not wanting him to think she didn’t want to be with him.

  He nodded. “Of course. Look, take as long as you need—but I would like to take you to dinner, meet my family. Separately, if you like. Then it’s not too scary.”

  “That sounds perfect … I’d like to meet your dad at dinner, it seems respectful and appropriate. Then maybe we could do something more relaxed with your brothers, your friends.”

  “Good call. Kit and Grady are still abroad, anyway, but Joel is around. Skandar, too,” he added with a grin, and she shrugged good-naturedly.

  “I’ve moved on from my crush. I prefer his uncle now.”

  “Damn straight.”

  Later, at home, she suddenly missed his company—after all, they’d been together day and night for nearly three months—and after loading her washer with her clothes, she snagged her phone from her purse and dialed her best friend.

  Marley Griffin yelled a hello down the phone that made Quilla laugh. Marley, a science nerd who was currently wowing the science world with her research, was a Canadian émigré who Quilla had bonded with at college over their loathing of the cafeteria’s food. The dark-haired, pale-skinned, hard-bodied Canook had been Quilla’s confident ever since, but when she was in Venice, calling each other had been a case of when they had the money to call Emails just weren’t the same, Quilla realized now, as she listened to her friend’s happiness at hearing from her.

  “I’ve been saving up,” Marley told her now, “So that the day you came back, we could go out and blow it all on drink and loose men. Or was it loose drink and men? Either.”

  Quilla giggled. “God, I have missed you. When can we start drinking?”

  Jakob stopped by the office before heading to his father’s house. His assistant Miles was there and the two chatted.

  “You back to work?”

  “Not for a couple of days, Miles, as long as there’s nothing too urgent.”

  “Nothing that can’t wait.” Miles was a slight man of Iranian and Irish heritage, with effortless poise and grace and a razor-sharp intellect. Jakob thought again that he was wasted as his assistant and had offered to fund further education for him, but Miles insisted he was happy where he was—for now.

  “I might change my mind on it, so keep that offer open,” he’d said with a grin and Jakob had reassured him that it would always be open to him. He liked that Miles didn’t defer to him or kiss his ass if he disagreed with him. Gregor, Jakob’s business partner, loathed Miles—which was always a reason to keep someone around. Miles had no time for Gregor either.

  “How is Gregor?”

  Miles sniffed. “Busy spreading STDs as usual.”

  Jakob snorted with laughter. “No change there.”

  Miles made a face. “Ugh, can you imagine?”

  Jakob grinned. “I hear women find him attractive.”

  Miles mumbled something and Jakob was pretty sure he heard the words ‘Helen Keller’. He tried to look disapproving but failed.

  “For someone as misogynistic as Gregor, he sure does enjoy having a lot of bad sex with as many women as he can. Oh, I’m assuming it’s bad,” Miles waved a hand dismissively, “because it’s him.”

  Jakob laughed and right on cue, Gregor himself came through the door.

  “Miles, can you send these by courier?” He threw an envelope down on the desk.

  No please, no thank you. Jakob’s eyes narrowed, but Miles, as unflappable as ever, merely ignored the envelope. “I’m sure Mandy will send it for you in the morning.”

  “I’m asking you.”

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p; “Hello, Gregor.”

  Gregor turned and blinked, obviously amazed at seeing him. “Hey, I didn’t know you were back. To be honest, I didn’t expect you back … your dad said something about Venice and a girl?”

  Miles’ eyebrow shot up and he suddenly seemed very interested in their conversation. Jakob tried not to grin.

  “Something like that. Anyway, I’m back.”

  Gregor chewed his lips, then tapped the envelope. “Send that out. Tonight, Miles. Jakob, a word in private?”

  Jakob winked at Miles, who made an obscene gesture behind Gregor’s back but did it with such a cheesy grin on his face, Jakob had to smother a laugh.

  Jakob followed Gregor back to his office and sat down. He already knew what was coming.

  “So … Venice. For nearly three months? Could have given me some notice, Jake.”

  Gregor knew Jakob hated his name shortened. He looked over at him now, obviously trying to figure out where this new relaxed Jakob had come from.

  “So, who is she?”

  “My girlfriend.”

  Gregor shook his head. “Man, I thought we had a silent agreement—no long-term things, no commitments to interfere with the business.”

  Jakob gave a hollow laugh. “I seem to remember us saying that once, in college, stoned out of our minds. Didn’t think it was binding.”

  “How do you think we built this business, Jake? Work. Eighteen-hour days.”

  “Which we had the energy for twenty-five years ago. Jesus, Gregor, how much more money do you need? This place and the people we invested in are the top picks from every grad scheme in the country; hell, the world. You and me, we don’t even need to show up for work anymore.”

  “So that’s it? That’s why you dropped everything for some Italian pussy?”

  Jakob’s dark green eyes took on a dangerous gleam. “Watch yourself, Greg. And she’s American, actually, from here, too.”

  “How’d you meet her?”

  Jakob hesitated, then decided the truth was the best way to go. “She dragged me out of the Venetian Lagoon after I jumped in. I was coming down, Greg, hard. She nursed me back to health.”