PleaseSir

by Sindra vin Yssel

  Please, Sir

  Sindra van Yssel

  Submission Island, Book 3

  Sergeant Julia Kelly doesn’t know how to reconcile her submissive side with the hard cop she’s always been—especially when her lover makes her beg for orgasm. So she dumps him. But the feelings don’t go away, and when she receives an offer for a decadent week on Submission Island, she knows she has to follow those feelings, wherever they lead. Surely she just needs a little kink that any Dom can satisfy.

  Tom isn’t in the mood to Dom anyone at the resort. He’s felt a connection to Julia he’s never felt with anyone else, so topping some random woman has no appeal. When it turns out the woman his friend Roger has tied up is Julia, Tom is gripped by jealousy. He wants to let her explore her desires—but he also wants her heart and her body all to himself.

  Inside Scoop: Contains a steamy scene where the hero helps the heroine live out her ménage fantasy with his best mate—lucky girl!

  A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  Please, Sir

  Sindra van Yssel

  Prologue

  Smack went the flogger across Julia Kelly’s bottom, sending delicious shivers straight to her pussy. Her butt was pushed back as Tom had directed, but she was eager for more and probably would have been wiggling it for his attention anyway. Her legs were spread, held apart by an iron bar attached to two soft leather cuffs. Her hands were bound with rope and attached to a C-clamp that Tom had attached to the doorframe.

  “That’s a good girl,” Tom whispered, and the words brought a blush to her cheeks. She wanted to be a good girl for him. He brought out a side of her that she hadn’t previously been aware existed. Submissive and eager to please. She wasn’t sure she liked herself that way, but she did know he made her wetter than she’d ever been in her life and every nerve ending tingled for his attention. It’s just a scene. Just some kinky sex. A good root. She used the earthy term to herself deliberately, trying to keep her distance.

  She was a cop, a sergeant in the Queensland Police Service. She’d been recommended for promotion two days before. That wasn’t compatible with being a submissive. Maybe it’s the alcohol. But she knew it wasn’t. She’d only had one drink. And she couldn’t deny she’d fantasized about doing something like this for a lifetime.

  The flogger whipped around her chest and stung her breasts, jolting her out of her internal monologue. A stray tail stung her nipple and she cried out in spite of her resolve to take with stoic courage whatever the big, handsome American did to her. Before she had a chance to process the way the sting in her breasts sent jolts of electricity down below, the flogger wrapped around the other side.

  “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “And I’m not going to lose you.”

  He means for the scene. And she didn’t doubt it. He seemed to be able to read her every reaction. It had been that way all evening long, from the time he ordered for her at the restaurant to the way he’d tied her up when they got back to her apartment. He put his arm around her hips and slid his finger along her clit. Yes. He could make her come with a few more strokes. “More of that.”

  “You don’t give the orders, Kelly.” He always referred to her by her last name, the way her superiors did at work. He slid his finger back, dipping it easily in her pussy. It wasn’t as big as what she wanted there. She tried to look over her shoulder, wondering if he was still as hard as he was when he had stripped her naked half an hour ago. His hard cock had made a ridge in his jeans. She knew from a previous date that he was long and thick. Nature had been kind to him, and that had been her pleasure. She wanted a second helping and the way to get that was to play along.

  “Yes Sir.” Actually, it was very nice not to be in control. Work was almost always stressful. Now, with Tom, she could let go. She couldn’t get the angle to see his cock, but she was in time to see him lick his finger clean with what was clearly unfeigned enjoyment. The sight of his bare muscled chest shining with sweat was also a treat.

  “So nice and wet, Kelly. I like you like that.”

  “Hmf.” It was embarrassing. But she had to admit she liked seeing him taste her. He’d gotten her off with that skillful tongue last Saturday. He was starting to be all she thought about when she was off duty. Sometimes when she was on duty too.

  “We’ll have to keep doing what works, hmm?” He stood back and she saw the spray of red leather tails fly through the air. She caught them on her ass. Don’t ever stop. Unless it’s to fuck me silly. But she knew if she “ordered” him again, he’d make her regret it. He might even stop. She turned her head to face front to help resist the temptation to speak.

  He flicked the flogger between her legs and she shuddered, on the brink of coming. Oh my god that’s intense. Give me another. Never mind that if he’d asked first about flogging her there she’d have offered to knee him in the balls before she let him do that to her. Now she wanted more.

  Instead, he tossed the flogger across the room onto the bed. “Time to get more personal, little one.” He stepped up behind her and she could feel him hard against her ass through the jeans he still wore. She knew from experience they were separated by only one layer. He never wore underwear, as far as she could tell. One pull of the button fly and a condom from his pocket, and he could be inside her. She grinded her ass against him. He hadn’t told her not to. Her backside was still hot and aching from the flogging, and pressing against the denim was sweet agony.

  He plucked at her nipples. They were already hard and stiff. Now he made them ache. At least he’s not putting clamps on them this time. But maybe I want them. She was used to being able to think clearly. Now her body seemed to be taking over. And it was all his fault.

  “Now they’re as I want them,” he said. He cupped one breast and took a step to the side. “Your ass needs freshening though. The color fades so quickly.”

  She jerked as he spanked her. First on the left side, his hand catching the lower curve of her ass and pressing it upward, then on the right. And then right down the middle, his fingers curling to flick against her pussy, so very close to her clit. She couldn’t make him push her over the edge and she couldn’t close her thighs against his assault either. She had to trust that he’d get her there eventually, and trust hadn’t ever been something that came easy to her. Still, so far he hadn’t ever let her down.

  “So wet. So ready. So in need.” He squeezed her nipple again, even though that part of her wasn’t the part that was wet. It stung for a moment and then ached for him to squeeze even harder.

  “Yes Sir.” She wasn’t so much agreeing as trying to urge him on. Although he probably saw right through that too.

  “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

  “Yes Sir.” Easy questions were all she thought she could handle right now.

  She heard him pull the fly open on his jeans and rip open a foil package. She wiggled her butt. Come and get it.

  “My cock’s rock-hard. Feel.” He nestled it in the crack of her ass and pushed forward. She felt. She didn’t think he’d gotten the condom on it yet.

  Oh yeah. Big and hard. And hot. Put it in me.

  “You want it?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Ask for it.”

  Ask for it? What the hell. “Fuck me, Sir.”

  “That wasn’t asking.” He slipped his hand between her legs again from the front and rubbed her clit in little circles, doing almost but not quite enough to push her over.

  She blushed. Julia Kelly does not beg. It was bad enough that her body revealed her need so clearly. She tried to push herself against his hand but he took it away. Oh well. He wouldn’t be able to resist. As hard as his cock felt, she bet it was aching. Maybe not as bad as her nipples ached, or her butt or her clit, b
ut still. Aching. And he’d want her pussy to soothe that ache. She had to wait him out.

  “I’ve got options you know, little one. I’ve got a fine fist here, and I think your ass would look lovely splattered with come. It’s inspiring. There’s no rule that says the sub always gets to come.”

  Bloody hell. “Please.” She didn’t mean to say it but it escaped her lips anyway.

  “Please what, Kelly?” He was maddeningly calm. He squeezed the other nipple, sending more jolts to her very empty-feeling pussy.

  Her resistance melted away. “Please fuck me.”

  “Please fuck me what, little sub?”

  “Please fuck me, Sir!”

  Tom chuckled. “Thought you’d never ask.” He pulled back, but only for a moment. Long enough to get a condom on. Then he positioned the head of his cock between her labia. He pushed forward and filled her slick channel with one thrust.

  Oh yeah. She loved the way he stretched her. The way his hands dug into her hips for leverage. He stroked in and out of her. He was by far the best lover she’d ever had. Some hadn’t cared less about her pleasure. Some were eager to please. But he knew from the start that he could make her come, and he was confident enough to delay it and build the tension in her until her climax was an explosion.

  “Your orgasm belongs to me, Kelly.”

  Whatever you say. “Yes Sir.” And it was about to happen. Her core felt like a tight little knot ready to explode into a fireball.

  “So don’t come until I tell you.”

  Now that was taking delay too far. Still, she gritted her teeth and tried to hold off. “But I’m right on the edge.”

  She should have known that was going to make him slow down. “Try to resist. And if you can’t, then ask for permission.”

  Ask? She ground her teeth. No one makes me beg. Although she had, moments ago. She used the thought to hold off. I don’t like this game, she told herself. She wasn’t totally convinced.

  The friction of him sliding was almost too much anyway. He built up speed again. He knew how to angle to get her G-spot on the way in, and seemed to read when he could reach a hand around to tickle her clit without pushing her over. He was in control, not her. But if she luxuriated in that thought the way she wanted to she knew she would climax.

  “Please,” she heard herself say.

  “Please what?” He didn’t sound so calm this time. He was close too. Maybe he’d even been waiting for her to ask.

  “Please let me come, dammit!” she said. “Sir!”

  “Come for me, Kelly,” he said softly and pressed down on her clit with his middle finger while filling her up with one hard thrust that almost made her lose her balance. White light filled her vision and she screamed out as wave after wave of pleasure shook her. She felt him join her, his cock pulsing deep inside in time with her contracting pussy. Her ankles strained against the cuffs and her wrists against the ropes, as every part of her body felt the need to respond to the power of her climax. It seemed to go on forever.

  At last her vision cleared. He was still inside, still hard but she knew he’d come. His focus seemed to be on holding her. Perhaps he felt obligated but it felt damn good. And if anything, I owe him. No way it felt half that good for him. Nothing else could feel that good. He was warm, strong, protective. “Thank you, Sir,” she murmured.

  “My pleasure, Kelly.” He kissed the back of her neck. While keeping his arm wrapped around her, he reached up to undo the knot he’d tied to hold her wrists secure. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, pushing the flogger aside to make room for them both to lie comfortably. Well, as comfortable as I can be with an iron bar holding my ankles apart. He sat up, undid the cuffs on her ankles and then lay back down with her.

  She cuddled up, resting her head against his massive chest. I can’t believe he got me to beg. She’d sort out how she felt about that in the morning. In the meantime, she decided, she’d focus on how lucky she was.

  But in the morning he was gone. He’d left a note about being called away on business. He’d call her in a few days. He was a salesman for a major aircraft manufacturer and did a lot of traveling all over the world, arranging billion-dollar contracts. Girl in every port? She tried not to think about it. He didn’t even live nearby, staying with his friends on Submission Island sometimes, doing who knew what to the women who paid to stay there. He had a house back in Seattle too. They weren’t a couple, just two people who had fun together. Somehow she didn’t feel that was all there was to it. It was as well he’d gone because she needed to clear her head. She was in too deep, and his absence gave her an unfamiliar pang of loneliness. She’d always been self-sufficient. Never needed anyone. Definitely never begged from anyone.

  There was a message on her machine to call into the station in the morning. When she called the offer made to her surprised her. They wanted her to go deep undercover on a drug bust. That meant weeks away from her apartment. If Tom called, he’d get no answer. She wouldn’t even be allowed to answer her email. Still, it was a chance to secure her promotion and the first opportunity she’d gotten to put her undercover training into use.

  If I stay with Tom, I’ll lose myself. She sighed. Immersing herself completely in the role of a would-be drug buyer for nearly a month didn’t seem the best way to retain her sense of self, but it would do. Then again, maybe I’m afraid to find out who I really am.

  She shook off the idea. No one who knew her believed she was afraid of anything. And no one who knew her, except for Tom, would believe she was a submissive. There was no reason she needed to believe it either if she didn’t want to.

  Of course, no one really knows me very well.

  She picked up the phone to accept the assignment.

  Chapter One

  Tom sighed as he swept the eucalyptus leaves off the pool deck. In a few days two lovely submissive women would be coming to Submission Island for two weeks of hedonistic vacation. Together, he and three friends had established the island resort, pooling the money they had made after the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, where Tom has served as a Navy SEAL. This was the first time they’d had as few as two girls, but that was enough to keep him and Roger busy. They’d considered three, but decided that was pushing it. They wanted to show the girls the attention they deserved, even with Kyle and Carter not participating.

  He missed the old times but he was happy for Carter and Kyle. Especially Kyle. Of all of them, Kyle had always seemed least likely to hook up with any woman on a permanent basis. His taste for rough play was something a woman usually enjoyed as a vacation, not a steady diet. And his war experiences had left him distant—again, enhancing his dominant mystique, but not exactly making him relationship material. Yet somehow he’d met his match in Teresa, a globe-trotting movie location scout.

  They were in Berlin, unless they’d decided to spend a week in Paris. In theory they might be back for some of the two weeks, but as a couple. Somehow Tom doubted Teresa was going to let Kyle participate. Submission had its limits. Maybe she would at least let him do an impact play scene if he promised not to touch. Domination had its limits too, and if a sub wanted canes and bullwhips, Tom was out.

  Floggers and a spanking though, he could deliver. His mind went back to Julia Kelly. They’d had four hot dates. He hadn’t expected a full-blown relationship, but they had something and he enjoyed playing with her more than he’d enjoyed any sub in a long time. He thought things were going well—in fact, he’d almost told Roger that he wouldn’t be available for the resort weeks. Then suddenly, nothing. She didn’t answer her phone. She didn’t return her messages. Absolutely dead silence. He’d called the station where she worked, concerned she might be in the hospital or even dead—a policewoman’s life wasn’t a safe one—and was told that she was fine but not available. He’d called her answering machine and left his email address on the machine even though he vastly preferred voice communication, but he’d gotten no response.

  I can take a hint. What galls me most
is that I didn’t see it coming. Even as he told himself that, he knew it was a lie. What bothered him most was that she wasn’t in his life and in his bed.

  “No moping!” Roger had told him a few days ago as he showed him pictures of the two women who were coming. A pretty brunette. A curvy blonde. Just the thing to get Tom’s mind off Kelly.

  His work done, he decided some exercise wouldn’t hurt either. He headed downstairs to the dungeon, where he’d stashed some heavy barbells. He’d never gotten a chance to bring Kelly here but he’d been imagining tying her to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the middle of the room. He was sure she’d love it. She liked being bound, loved being flogged, and the cross would leave her legs spread so her sweet pussy would be available for both their pleasure. The cross gave a sub something to lean on and helped her relax into the scene. It would make her breasts less available than the spreader bar and doorframe bondage he’d done with her before, but she could be bound to it facing out too, and that was perfect for breast play.

  But of course, Kelly would never be on the cross at all. He tried to imagine the slender brunette there—what was her name, Megan? Tried again with the buxom blonde, Ashley. But he gave up. He couldn’t predict their responses the way he could Kelly’s.

  The way I thought I could Kelly’s. He walked around the cross and past the row of flogging implements on the wall to where the weight bench sat. He added ten extra pounds to each end of the bar, aware of his need to challenge himself. Then he started doing chest presses.

  * * * * *

  He came back upstairs sweaty and sore but feeling a sense of satisfaction. He wanted to go upstairs and take a shower but Roger beckoned him over to the card table set up in the living room.

  “Not in the mood for cribbage,” he said.

  “It’s not that. We have to talk.”

  “What’s going on?”