Yes Master: Submission Erotica

by Megan West

  “You better not come Tiffany.” He ordered.

  I could feel his breath warming my thighs as he spoke. This was the first time I had done anything with him and he already knew me so well. I was close to coming. The familiar coil of warmth and pressure was already swirling inside my core and getting ready to explode. But I didn’t want to disappoint him. Not my boss. I was going to show him what I was capable of.

  He looked up at me with a mischievous smile as he ran the tip of his tongue in swirling circles around my clit. I clawed and jolted and arched my back as I sucked in a deep breath. I was trying desperately to will away the impending orgasm, but it was starting to feel like an impossible task.

  He leaned back just enough to talk.

  “Bad girls come.” He said before reaching out his tongue and giving me one more playful lick. “Bad girls don’t get the job they want.” His hot breath on my wet pussy sent warmth spiraling up my back. My hands clenched in fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. I tried to focus on the fact that my ass still stung and was rubbing against the edge of the desk. I wanted to think of anything but the pleasure he was giving me. I needed to impress him and show him how much of a good girl I could be.

  I kept repeating, “I’m not going to come, I’m not going to come.” Under my breath as my hips rolled against his mouth. He looked up at me with an evil smile as his tongue rapidly flicked along my sensitive nub. I held firm, refusing to come just yet.

  Finally, he leaned back and wiped his mouth clean with his fingers. “Wow, very impressive.”

  I stared up at the ceiling panting and trying to catch my breath.

  “Now I get to see what that tight pussy feels like.” He said as he stood up and let his pants fall to the floor. I looked down at his long hard cock as he stepped between my legs. I wrapped them around his waist, welcoming him closer to me. Mr. Wright firmly gripped the base of his shaft and pushed his hips forward. My breath lodged inside my chest when I felt the head of his dick make contact with my wet entrance.

  “Please. Please Mr. Wright, fuck me.” I whined as I tried to force him deeper inside of me. My wet lips sealing around the head of his cock wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him completely inside of me and stretching me wide. I tried my best to wiggle my pussy against him. I wanted to coax him inside of me. It was all he needed before he slammed his entire length inside.

  In an instant I felt my wet pussy lips envelope around his hardness. He stuffed me so full I could barely catch my breath.

  “Fuck!” I cried out as the rhythmic slapping of our skin filled the room. Somebody outside must have heard if they were walking past his office door. Both of us moaned at how good it felt. My back arched off the desk as a basket of pens fell to the ground with a loud clatter. Neither of us paid any mind to it though. I bucked my hips against him, forcing his hard shaft deeper inside.

  My breasts bounced wildly with every slap of his hips. Without warning he pulled out of me entirely and rubbed my clit with the head of his dick. I sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to stifle a loud moan. My hands clenched tighter around the edge of the desk.

  With that he aimed the tip of his cock against my entrance and forced his way back inside with a punishing thrust of his hips. He rolled and rocked his hips back and forth faster this time, penetrating me deeper with each stroke. He bent a little at the knees and shifted his position so that it angled his shaft differently as he pushed deeper into me. He hit that perfect sensitive spot and made me gasp in a whimpering moan.

  “You better be quiet.” He hissed through clenched teeth as he reached up and clamped his hand over my mouth.

  I looked into his eyes and nodded. His hips went faster and faster, making sure to hit that perfect spot each time. My tits bounced wildly before he grabbed one in his hand and squeezed my already budded nipple. I let out a little whimper as that familiar orgasm feeling started to bubble up inside of me.

  “I bet you want to come don’t you?” He asked as he continued to thrust his cock. My teeth sink into my lower lip. I was practically pleading for him to allow me to come. He was in complete control as he kept thrusting faster and faster and going as deep as he could with each stroke.

  I had to fight back an endless stream of moans and whimpers. The repeated slapping of our skin and the creaking of the desk was loud enough. I didn’t want to add a breathy sex noises on top of that. If anybody put their ear to the door it would’ve been obvious what we are doing.

  “Well you’ve been a good girl. Go ahead and come.”

  He didn’t have to tell me again. I wanted to take full advantage of his brief moment of kindness. As soon as he gave me permission my entire body went stiff. My muscles squeezed around his cock and my hips instinctively rolled against him. My legs jerked and jolted uncontrollably as my toes curled and clenched.

  “Fuck…” He panted underneath his breath as his thrusting started to slow. With one last deep push of his cock I felt him pulse and pump inside of me. His body collapsed on top of me and his hips jolted, forcing his cock a little deeper as it filled me with his orgasm. I reached around his back and clawed at his shirt as he finished inside of me. As soon as he was done he pulled out, his sticky white orgasm dripping down my thighs.

  “Clean up.” He ordered as he pointed at his cock. I didn’t need to be told twice. In a flash I was on my knees lapping at his cock with an eager tongue. It didn’t even take a minute for him to be completely clean. “Good girl. Now get dressed and get out.”

  I looked up at him confused for a moment before I grabbed my bra. There was something about the way he spoke that made me feel terrible. It was so dismissive, like I was used and spit out.

  As soon as I put my blouse back on and picked up the pieces of paper and pens that had fallen on the floor I made my way to the door.

  “Oh and Tiffany!”

  I quickly turned around, ready for what he had to say.

  “You were way better than Sarah. You’ve got the job.”

  My face lit up in a bright smile as I unlocked the door and walked out. As I made my way to my desk I nonchalantly tried to adjust my skirt and blouse. Jennifer was looking at me with a horrified expression. I sat down next to her and shrugged my shoulders, wondering why she was looking at me like that.

  “What the hell did you guys do in there?” She asked, unable to contain the shocked look on her face.

  I gave her a huge smile. “Let’s just say you’ll owe me lunch next week.”

  Second Free Bonus Story

  “You really should come tonight. It’s my first night working out on the floor.”

  Katherine stirred her tea with a spoon and looked up at her friend. “I don’t know, Bethany. It’s not really my thing. I would feel really awkward.”

  “You don’t have to stay long if you’re that uncomfortable. Everyone is really nice and respectful, though. You might be able to write an article about it, maybe?”

  Katherine laughed. “Maybe. I can just see my editor’s face.” She took a bite out of her muffin, and waved a hand in the air. “My night at an S&M club. Exactly the right thing for next month’s issue.”

  “It’s really not as weird as you think it is.”

  Katherine raised an eyebrow.

  Bethany sighed. “Okay, it’s a little weird. But a…fun kind of weird. Like I said, everyone is really nice. They don’t make you feel pressured to join in or anything.”

  "Let me see how I feel tonight. I’ve got a long day ahead of me. Errands, research to do at the library, an article to start. If I’m feeling up to it, I’ll come out.” Bethany grinned as Katherine held up a hand. “If I feel up to it. I very well might feel up to a night in with the rest of my bottle of wine and Netflix.”

  “Fair enough. I really do hope you stop by, though. I hear an interesting visitor might be in town.”

  “Interesting…like the President?” Katherine asked, a little sarcastically.

  “Interesting, as in Andrew Blake.” Bethany leaned in a litt
le as she said it, her voice low. “It’s a big secret. I shouldn’t be saying anything. It’s just a rumor that’s been flying around the club, but supposedly he’s really into the BDSM scene, he just doesn’t go to any of the clubs, unless he’s in Europe. But word is that he’s friends with the owner of this club, so he’s coming for the grand re-opening after the renovation. It could all just be a rumor, of course.”

  “Bethany, you know if I see him there, that would be a hell of an article.”

  “I thought you worked for a fashion magazine, not a gossip mag.”

  “I do!” Katherine insisted, looking a little hurt. “But that article would be a hell of a lot more appealing to my editor if Andrew Blake’s name was in it. He owns a share in almost every business in this city…and in a city this size, that’s quite a lot.”

  “It also might hurt his business. We’re all about freeing people, not making them feel like they have to hide.” Bethany’s face got serious. “Katherine, if you see him there, please don’t write about it.”

  “This is San Francisco. He’d probably have ten more offers by the morning if his cohorts knew he was into freaky shit.”

  Bethany sighed. “You might be right. But still…I hope you’ll come just for fun and not because you think you can get a scoop out of it.”

  “And here, earlier, you were encouraging me.”

  “That’s before I remembered who might be there.”

  Katherine set her cup of tea down and pushed it, and the empty plate that had held her muffin, over to the edge of the table. “Alright. Well, if I am going to maybe show up tonight, I better get moving on the things I need to get done today. And you should probably take a nap before your big night.”

  Bethany smiled. “You’re probably right.”

  Katherine stood and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll text you and let you know if I’m coming, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  ***

  By eight that evening, Katherine still hadn’t decided whether she should go. She mulled it over as she showered, recognizing that she was going through her ‘going out’ motions even as she tried to talk herself into staying home. She washed her hair, shaved her legs; even rubbed her skin down with an exfoliating scrub before washing off and throwing her wet hair up in a towel.

  “What am I even going to wear?” she moaned to herself, walking naked to the closet and flinging it open, staring at the contents inside.

  What did one wear to the re-opening night of one of the premiere BDSM clubs in San Francisco? Bethany had been training there for nearly a month as a professional dominatrix, and despite her prior kink and fetish-model resume—which was impressively long—she had to interview three times and commit to the training program before they would offer her a full-time job. The club was apparently no joke.

  Katherine rarely even went to regular nightclubs. She wasn’t sure she could hack even an hour in this place.

  The whole concept behind S&M confused her more than a little. She knew people, acquaintances really, who were into it. And, of course, there was Bethany. Privately, she supposed that the idea of letting someone take charge, of being trapped in a scenario where there was nothing for her to do but feel…it did seem alluring. But she had a hard enough time finding men for regular sex that weren’t total assholes. She wasn’t sure that men who enjoyed dealing out pain would be any better—and she suspected they might be significantly worse.

  She decided to go simple. She didn’t have a lot in the way of skimpy clothing, since her preferred night out was a good gastropub and maybe some live music or a walk through the city to the next bar that had good beer on tap. She liked the kind of nights that involved a pair of worn-in, rolled-up chinos and a loose blouse, with flats for walking. But she supposed, for Bethany, she could make the effort.

  She pulled a short black dress from the back of her closet. She had maybe worn it once before, to a nightclub opening that one of her friends had been a DJ for. She was sensing a theme here.

  It hit mid-thigh, and the fabric was skin-tight. She silently thanked herself for having been going to the gym regularly. The dress had thin straps, and a deep v that definitely revealed more than she was used to.

  She rummaged through her underwear drawer, settling on a black silk thong that wouldn’t leave any lines in the tight dress, and a leopard print push-up bra. She shimmied into the dress, hopping up and down once or twice, and tugged up the zipper with a little effort. Once she was in, however, she had to admit she looked pretty good. It was a clear departure from her usual wardrobe—either work or casual. She settled for brushing out her thick, dark brown hair and curling the ends. Anything else wouldn’t last when she got outside, anyway.

  Glancing at her watch, she saw it was nine-thirty. She hurriedly pulled out her makeup bag, doing a quick job of her face. She focused more on her eyes, shadowing and lining them in record time until they looked wide and smoky. Then she swept on rose-colored lipstick before smacking her lips with a slight smile.

  She rummaged for a pair of heels, settling on lace-up stilettos, and quickly slid in her one pair of diamond stud earrings, a graduation gift from her mother years ago. She grabbed a black clutch, tossed in her apartment key, ID, credit card and the lipstick, and reached for her phone to dial a taxi, taking a deep breath.

  I guess I really am doing this. She thought to herself as she walked out the front door with a heavy sigh.

  ***

  She texted Bethany from the taxi.

  -I’m on my way. No promises on how long I’m staying.-

  Her phone chimed a few seconds later.

  -Good! I’m so excited! I think you’ll enjoy it!-

  Bethany was clearly excited. And why shouldn’t she be? Katherine reasoned. Even if it wasn’t a particularly traditional career path, Bethany loved it. Her friend had paid her way through college by stripping and graduated with a degree in psychology, but she hadn’t wanted to go on to graduate school. She’d moved to San Francisco with Katherine largely because it was a city that was so accepting.

  Katherine had followed a job offer. Some days, during particularly slow hours at the office, she wondered if she had made a mistake by following such a traditional path. She worked at a magazine, put in her eight hours, hit the gym, and either went out for dinner with friends or ordered delivery to her apartment more often than not.

  She dated occasionally, had downloaded Tinder, and had sex about as often as she figured other attractive women her age did. It was good sex usually, ‘normal’ sex. She didn’t have any hang-ups about her body or her sexuality, and she’d always considered herself a pretty well-adjusted woman in her twenties.

  Yet, if she listened to Bethany, there was a whole other world of sex that she hadn’t even tapped into. A world where sex wasn’t just an activity that happened sometimes when the stars aligned, but something to be pursued, enjoyed, savored—like a good glass of wine. She shivered suddenly, wondering what it might be like to have a man be so singularly devoted to the sensations that he was producing in her body.

  Even if some of them involved pain.

  Katherine was snapped out of her thoughts by the taxi pulling up to the curb. She quickly paid and stepped out, careful of her stilettos on the uneven sidewalk and not flashing anyone in her short dress.

  The door to the club was a wrought-iron gate flush with the wall, through which she could see a set of steps that descended into a faintly lit darkness. There was a purple carpet rolled out onto the sidewalk, and several black-clad bouncers hanging around the entrance. She walked directly to the front and showed them her ID.

  “I’m on the list. Invitee of Bethany Rockland.”

  One of the bouncers looked confused, but the other, clearly more experienced, shook his head and pointed to the list. “Mistress Venus.”

  Katherine blinked, but said nothing.

  They found her name, and the bouncer produced a ring of keys that looked as though they belonged to a medieval prison. He unloc
ked the gate and swung it open. “Enjoy your evening, Miss.”

  Katherine smiled, and then focused on the task of walking somewhat gracefully down the steep, dark stairs. She was greeted immediately by a woman dressed only in a complicated mess of black leather straps. One went across her breasts, obscuring her nipples, while another wrapped just beneath them, pushing them upwards. Two crossed over her abdomen in an X, while another went directly between her legs. She was barefoot, and wore a thin black collar around her neck with a silver loop hanging from it. She was balancing a tray of drinks, and handed Katherine a glass of champagne.

  She accepted it and took a sip. It was delicious and tasted expensive. She secretly looked the woman up and down—a dominant, maybe? She suppressed a giggle at the thought. How very appropriate. She took another sip. Maybe she would be hanging around for a little while.