His Perfect Submissive

by Alyssa Aaron

  Her breasts ached. She wanted him to touch her breasts, she wanted pleasure with a jagged edged need that made her feel at once lost and consumed.

  Slade relented, his palms gliding smoothly over her breasts and nipples. Her breath caught at the intensity of the pleasure that shot through her as she arched into his hands, feeling as if she had come home, as if in his hands was the most perfect place to be. She moaned as his mouth found hers. His hands and mouth worked in tandem to soothe away the frustration.

  His mouth pushed hers open, his tongue sliding inside. She whimpered softly. The frustration she'd felt when he was teasing her grew as she pressed against him. She needed him. She wanted him. She wanted his touch with a desperation she hadn't thought possible. She writhed against him, the need coiled deep within her feminine core constricting and overcoming her shyness.

  "Please Sir,” she begged as she tightened her legs around him.

  "Easy Baby,” he whispered as he grasped her hips, lifting her upward then slowly, gradually impaling her on his hard shaft.

  Pleasure suffused her as she slowly sank upon him, taking all of his length inside her. She arched, her body slowly adjusting as he filled her. She shifted, accepting him as her body contracted around his. Pleasure coalesced in vibrant shades of magenta, purple, and fuchsia that teased the outside edges of her vision. She closed her eyes, her mind focused on the delicious sensation as his cock stroked her depths sending deep tendrils of pleasure ricocheting through her. She rocked against him, her body straining to bring more of him into her with each thrust of his powerful body.

  He carried her toward the invisible peak of pleasure that danced just outside her reach. Each movement of their joined bodies took her higher, spiraling her closer to ecstasy. Her body contracted and waves of pleasure gathered as she felt the first edges of her release. “Cum baby. Let go. Cum for your master.” His deep voice against her ear urged her on as he thrust himself deep within her. She vaguely registered the sound, half between a moan and a wail as it broke free from her. Magenta, purple and fuchsia light exploded in her mind's eye. She could no more stop the deep moans that exited her body than she could stop the tremors that shook her.

  She panted, her body still convulsing in rhythm with Slade's straining thrusts. “Cum again honey, cum again for me,” he urged as he drove into her

  Master. The word made her feel compliant and docile, eager to surrender completely to Slade's dominance. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her as pleasure soared. She shuddered, her body contracting, squeezing as she climbed toward the peak of final satisfaction. She clenched her legs around Slade's waist. He thrust deep, his power ricocheting through her as her pleasure broke in a sharp crest. He held her tight, his body shuddering, his cock spasming within her.

  Slade wrapped his arms around her, his breath still coming in gasps that matched her own. He held her to him as water sprayed down on them wetting their hair and running down their faces in rivulets.

  Slade turned her face gently so that his back shielded her from most of the water as his water drenched lips found hers. Their faces were slick and wet from the shower but his mouth was tender as it slid over her lips, his tongue stroking with exquisite care over the places he had nipped earlier. “Did I hurt you honey?” he asked against the side of her neck where his teeth had grazed earlier. “Are you okay?"

  "I'm way beyond okay,” Kara answered dreamily.

  She shivered with pleasure at the roughness of his chin and the contrasting tenderness of his mouth as he pressed kisses to the sensitive hollow of her neck. She trembled as he tongued her earlobe.

  "And you thought you wouldn't be able to please me,” he sighed against her ear. “Do you have any lingering doubts?"

  She shook her head. She didn't know anything except that she was happy. Truly, truly happy.

  She had pleased him. The knowledge settled into her filling her with contentment.

  After a long time Slade eased her down his length settling her on her feet before reaching past her to turn off the water which had cooled from hot to barely tepid. She'd barely registered the change in water temperature her brain was so fuzzy.

  She watched as he reached past her for a towel which he wrapped around her before he lifted her and carried her to their bed.

  She looked up at him her body languid, her mind soft as he stroked her cheek. “Master,” she sighed.

  "Sweetheart?” he responded.

  "Nothing. I just like calling you that.” He smiled down at her, his heart swelling with a mingling of love, pride and protectiveness. “You make me feel safe,” she continued, her voice filled with awe.

  He gazed at her enjoying her flushed features. Her expression was soft and warm, her eyes like melted chocolate as they rested on him. He'd gained her trust. He knew. It was there in her eyes, open and unobstructed.

  He enjoyed her bemused state and reveled in the knowledge that he had given her the pleasure that had led to the dazed smile and the heightened submissiveness.

  He stroked her cheek and studied the sweet wonderstruck expression that filled her face. “I hope you'll always like calling me that.” His voice was soft, but he hoped it conveyed his seriousness.

  "Why wouldn't I?"

  "Because sweetheart,” he stroked the tangles away from her face, “submission isn't just pleasure. There will be times when I will ask you to do things you don't want to do and I'll expect your obedience then too."

  Chapter 20

  Excitement and nervousness churned in the pit of Kara's stomach as she glanced at the clock for the third time in as many minutes. Five twenty. Slade would be home any minute. She tugged at the lower edge of her pink lace bra, hoping for the umpteenth time that he liked her surprise.

  Though he'd shown her more ways to make love than she had thought existed, meeting him at the door in nothing but her bra and panties was not something she'd done before.

  She drew a deep breath. It was one thing to follow his instructions, to give up her power in the immediacy of his request. That required only a willingness to yield her authority to him. To take the initiative, to do something she thought would please him, in the absence of him asking her to do it was much more difficult.

  Nervousness unfurled in her stomach. She nibbled her lip, reminding herself that she still had time to put her clothes back on. Slade didn't know she was planning to meet him in nothing but her skivvies so he'd be none the wiser if she chickened out now.

  She drew a deep breath. She didn't want to chicken out though, not really. She shook her head as if to dislodge the flurry of doubts that kept surfacing in her mind. Doubts and all, she wanted to do this for him.

  She knew that having her meet him at the door in sexy lingerie was a fantasy of his. He'd shared the fantasy as part of a larger more involved fantasy a few nights before as they'd snuggled together trading fantasies in the warm afterglow of making love.

  He would like it, she told herself. It was after all his fantasy that had given her the idea in the first place.

  She relaxed a little. Excitement mingled with nervousness and apprehension as she wondered whether he would take her meeting him at the door in lacy lingerie as a signal that she was ready for the rest of the fantasy he'd shared.

  She sucked a deep breath remembering the story he'd weaved. Was she ready?

  A sliver of fear chased up her spine at the thought of Slade possessing her the way he'd described in the fantasy. Surely, him entering her anally would be painful, even if he was as slow and careful as he'd been in the story he'd told. She closed her eyes. She couldn't really imagine it being other than painful even if he took as much time and used as much care as he had in the fantasy. He was large and she had never been penetrated that way before. It would have to hurt.

  Her mind spun. Even with the expectation of physical pain heavy on her mind, she wanted to surrender to him. She wanted to give him dominion over every part of her.

  She saw welcoming the dis
comfort of his possession as part of her submission. Uneasiness crawled up her spine as she wondered whether she would actually be able to surrender so completely that she'd welcome the pain.

  She knew she wanted to feel again the intense trust she felt when she ceded her authority to him, but was it possible to feel trust and love even in the midst of pain? She thought back to the morning after their disastrous wedding night, remembering the way Slade had orchestrated their lovemaking so that she was on top, in control of the pace and power of it, because he knew it would be better for her that way.

  A smile tugged at her mouth as the memory chased through her mind. She felt herself relaxing a little. She knew that even if his possession was physically painful he would do everything he could to mitigate her discomfort. He watched out for her, took care of her. He always had. She knew he wouldn't want it to be any more painful than it absolutely had to be.

  A tight, heavy sensation invaded her center. The thought of Slade claiming her that way excited her in spite of the uneasiness she felt. She could already feel the tell-tale moistness seeping into the lace of her panties and dampening her thigh.

  She sighed. She wanted the feeling of belonging to him completely, of being his to command. The desire for his ownership, his care, and his praise was strong, and it helped drown out the fear.

  She released a pent up breath. She knew he'd been purposely stretching her boundaries, gradually easing her beyond her comfort zones, slowly preparing her to surrender herself in this way and in others. He'd been introducing fantasies and topics that she felt certain were intended to ease her beyond the strictures of her current comfort zone.

  His approach had worked. Their discussions and the sharing of their fantasies had both incited her curiosity and made her feel more comfortable with things she had initially found unsettling.

  Slade had been constant in his attention, alternating between challenging her to try new things that were beyond her comfort zone and nurturing her where she was. She loved him for both the challenges he set before her and the warm, loving care he gave her.

  With the challenges he had slowly opened a new world of sexual pleasure to her. She enjoyed the excitement of never knowing what he would ask of her or what he would do to increase her pleasure or his own. In between the challenges they basked inside her comfort zone. He often just held her, telling how much he loved her and how proud he was of her, which made her want to please him all the more. Other times, his lovemaking was exquisitely tender, an expression of the depth of his love for her.

  She drew her gaze back to the clock. Five-thirty.

  Just as she glanced at the clock she heard the familiar sound of Slade's SUV in the g ravel drive. Excitement and nervousness warred for control.

  She had missed him. She wanted to see him, wrap her arms around him and have him wrap his around her. Would her choice of clothing get in the way, mess that up, she wondered?

  The doubts returned, chasing one after the other through her mind. She wanted to run to the bedroom to put on her clothes, but she stood rooted to the spot waiting as she heard his footsteps approaching the door, and then the sound of his key scraping the lock.

  She watched, her breath suspended in her chest as the doorknob turned and the door pushed open. “Hello Master,” she said breathily, feeling at once excited, scared, and a little silly wearing such scanty bedroom attire in the middle of the afternoon.

  He stopped stock still in the doorway. She felt a surge of adrenaline as she tried to decipher the expressions that chased across his face.

  The expressions slowly morphed from shock to surprise to something she couldn't immediately decipher. Her breathing returned to normal, her heart rate slowed. He looked surprised, but happy. His surprised expression slowly melted into one of lust. She watched as his gaze slid over her, lingering on the swell of her breasts and bottom, his eyes telegraphing his desire.

  He shook his head, whistling softly between his teeth as if he'd been knocked off his feet and was just now finding solid ground. Silently he motioned for her to turn around.

  Once she'd made a full circle she raised her gaze to his. She could feel the warmth of a blush that suffused her cheeks. “I missed you,” she said softly.

  "I missed you too, sweetheart. You look beautiful and I love the outfit,” he said opening his arms to her.

  "I'm glad you liked it,” she answered moving smoothly into his embrace. She sank against the warmth of his hard body, luxuriating in the pleasure she felt there in the safe circle of his arms. She absorbed the sensation.

  Warmth, submission, and servitude were soft as butterfly wings spreading a feeling of wellbeing through her as she thought about their relationship, and the role she had given him. The roles of master, friend, and husband had merged into one role that encompassed them all in the brief time since their wedding.

  "It's not Valentine's Day, Christmas, or my birthday, to what do I owe this stunning greeting?” he asked as he held her, stroking her back, his hands skimming lower so that they brushed teasingly over the curve of her bottom, his fingers lightly skimming the lace clad cleft between the cheeks of her ass.

  "Um...” She swallowed hard, feeling nervous, looking for the right words to express herself. Once she found them they poured forth in a rush. “There's no occasion really. I love you and I like making you happy. The fantasy you told me the other night, gave me the idea.” She shrugged. “I just thought you would like it."

  Slade moved back slightly his gaze resting on her face, “I way more than like it, honey."

  She smiled up at him basking in the knowledge that she had pleased him.

  "Do you have anything cooking that can't wait till later?"

  She smiled and shook her head. “We're having your favorite, sirloin tips, but I haven't started cooking them yet."

  "Umm—you're good to me,” he whispered.

  "It's easy. I love you,” she whispered softly.

  "I love you too honey. More than I thought possible."

  She smiled and snuggled into his arms, enjoying the simple pleasure of being held warm and tight against his chest, secure in the knowledge that she loved him and he loved her. At that moment she couldn't envision life being any better than it already was.

  Slade nuzzled the top of her head, intoxicated by the sweet smell of her hair and the warmth of her nearly naked body pressed against him. God he loved her.

  He held her, his finger lightly teasing the edge of her lace panties, delighting at the way she responded to the light touch, her skin seeming almost to hum beneath the soft teasing stroke of his finger.

  He'd loved her surprise though finding her waiting for him in nothing more than a couple strips of pink lace had almost been his undoing. His cock still throbbed, aching for release, but his joy at her surprise was deeper than the physical ache to possess her.

  He was warmed by the knowledge that she had felt safe enough in their relationship to take the initiative to step beyond his requests, to do something he hadn't specifically asked her to do. It made him feel warm inside, to know she'd done it just because she had wanted to please him.

  As he held her, his hands skimming her back and bottom his mind drifted to the fantasy he'd shared with her. It had begun with her meeting him at the door in her bra and panties but it hadn't ended there.

  He wondered if her greeting was intended to let him know that she was ready to explore the rest of the fantasy he'd shared. He toyed with the question, wondering if it was too soon to introduce her to the reality of bondage and anal sex.

  "Kara,” he said softly as he teased her thigh where the pink lace of her panties met her soft skin.

  "Hmm?"

  "I love the way you met me today, love that you wanted to please me."

  She snuggled closer and he pulled her tighter against him, loving the way the soft contours of her body fit against the more angular planes of his.

  "You said you'd been thinking about my fantasy. Were there any other ... parts ... y
ou thought about?"

  She squirmed in his arms and eased back enough that she could look up at him. “I've thought about all of it,” she said, her gaze slowly traveling downward till it rested on his chest.

  "And?” he asked gently tipping her chin so that he could look into her eyes.

  "And...” She sucked in a big gulp of air. “And ... I'm a...” She nibbled her lip. “I'm—ready."

  Pleasure shot through him. He was blown away once again by the level of trust she placed in him. It surprised him that she was ready to submit in spite of the tension he could feel coiling in places that had just moments before been supple beneath his hands.

  "Kara honey, there's nothing to be afraid of. It'll be good for you or I will stop, simple as that.” He stroked her back just above the lace edge of her panties. “You know I don't ever want to hurt you."

  She trembled delicately and looked up at him, her eyes wide with uncertainty. “I know, and I trust you, it's just ... different. Scary, a little."

  He kissed her, slowly, gently, wanting to show her with his kiss just how slow and patient he would be when it came time to claim her bottom.

  Kara willed doubt and tension from her mind and body, gradually melting against him as his mouth settled over hers. His lips caressed hers, slowly, patiently. She let out a sigh which was captured and held prisoner by his mouth. She was safe and warm, cocooned within the warmth of his arms.

  She opened her mouth to his kiss, eagerly inviting his tongue inside. She abandoned herself to the warm soft feeling expanding deep in her center. She felt like melted caramel, soft, warm, and gooey as she surrendered to him.

  The sensation of melting beneath Slade's power was like a beacon guiding her. She wanted more of the sensation of being ever so gently conquered. She wanted to open herself to his dominance, to abandon herself. She wanted to feel his power slowly, patiently overwhelming her, swallowing her, taking her.

  In her mind there wasn't a battle for her power. There was instead a slow opening up and a giving of her power to Slade. There was a feeling of rightness, of being welcomed, as Slade took the power she ceded. She gloried in the sensation and savored his control, his care, and the all encompassing trust she had that he would take care of her.