Secrets of Submission

by LK Shaw

  With a nod of acknowledgment he moved into position. Penny scanned Donovan’s body from head to toe. She jumped in surprise when the condom I threw to Donovan flew past her head. Donovan donned the condom, teasing her a little as he took his time rolling it down his shaft. Once it was in place, he grabbed Penny and pulled her body toward him so she straddled him. She rubbed her hot pussy against him, trying to create enough friction on her clit to push herself over the edge we had been denying her. “Not yet, little sub,” I told her as I smacked her ass, causing her to moan.

  “But I need to come so bad, Sir. Please, let me come again,” she begged.

  I pressed my chest to her back, cupping her breasts as I nipped her ear. “Patience, Sweetness. Your pleasure will be tenfold once we both get inside you. I want you to scream my name when you come.”

  She writhed in ecstasy as Donovan pulled her down for a kiss that pushed her ass farther up in the air. I let them have their moment as I kneaded her ass cheeks and ran my thumbs up and down her seam pulling slightly on each upward pass to open her up. On my last pass, I paused as my thumbs widened her more to show her hole winking at me. Unable to resist a taste, I ran my tongue around its rim causing her to jerk. The anticipation of waiting to slide my cock deep inside her ass put me on edge.

  Chapter Twenty

  Penny

  When Donovan stepped into the room after Marcus called out “Enter”, I immediately knew what my “surprise” was. Marcus had sensed my attraction to Donovan at that first meeting, and I had made it clear that a threesome was on my list of soft limits. So, while I was a little surprised, I knew I shouldn’t have been. I was attracted to Donovan, and I was dying to see what he looked like naked. I’m not sure what it meant, but beneath his flirty, cheeky demeanor I caught a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. Even though I was curious, I was unsure about how this would play out.

  The bed dipped as Marcus lay down next to me, and I arched into the touch I felt as he drew circles around my breast. His voice rasped across my skin enticing me with his words of how much he and Donovan wanted to please me. I pictured the lips and the cocks and all the hands touching me, pleasing me. His reminder of my safe word only made me place my trust more fully in him. I appreciated his reassurance and knew this was what I wanted.

  “Yes, please. I want both of you inside me.” Now that I’d committed to going forward, a boldness I’d never experienced before came over me, and I reached out for Marcus’ cock. I needed to taste him, and the longer I waited the harder it was to resist. I leaned up for a kiss at the same time his finger thrust into my sex. Our tongues danced, and I took control of the kiss. I knew it was only an illusion of control though. The kiss went on as Marcus continued to pleasure me. When the bed dipped again, I broke the kiss in surprise, completely forgetting that Donovan was with us.

  While Marcus and I had been occupied, Donovan had taken his clothes off, and my wish was fulfilled. He was pleasantly muscular, with more of a swimmer’s build. I also noticed a Marine Corps tattoo with dates and a couple names on the left side of his chest. I only caught a glimpse of his cock before he bent down to touch his lips to mine almost hesitantly as though making sure I was okay with it.

  I was definitely okay with it. He tasted different than Marcus, of course, but I still enjoyed the flavor. As we learned each other’s taste, Marcus shifted his full attention to my pussy. Teeth and tongue played at my clit and I contracted my muscles to try and pull Marcus’ fingers deeper inside me. The dual sensation of Marcus eating me out while Donovan deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing across the roof of my mouth, was almost overwhelming. When Marcus sucked my entire clit in his mouth I almost exploded off the bed.

  Donovan’s mouth left mine and trailed downward until he surrounded one breast, pulling the nipple with his teeth. Not wanting to neglect my other breast, he palmed it and tweaked its nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Without thought, I clasped my hands to his head and held him closer, loving the emotions these two men brought out in me. My orgasm simmered right beneath the surface, and any second, it was going to explode across every nerve ending in my body. I chased the feeling, my pussy tightening around Marcus’ fingers, ready for the glorious sensation to surround me.

  Abruptly, Marcus pulled back, and practically growled, “Stop.” To my dismay my orgasm receded a little. My heavy lidded eyes barely focused on Marcus, and it took all of my concentration to see that Donovan had stopped his ministrations and also looked at Marcus. A look passed between the two men, and the air shifted as though something momentous just happened.

  Marcus rose to his knees and ordered Donovan to his back. Donovan nodded in assent and positioned himself. I rolled to my side and propped myself up on my elbow to get a closer look at him. His cock was slightly longer than Marcus’ but not quite as wide. The veins along the side throbbed, and the purple head was beautifully shaped. I saw something fly past me as Donovan reached up to catch it mid air. He opened his hand to show me the condom. He tore open the wrapper, and I stared as he rolled it on, teasing me with his slow, sensual movements. I squealed in surprise when he grabbed me, pulling me over his body so my legs separated on either side of him, pushing my pussy flush up against his abdomen and reigniting the spark. I undulated against him, rubbing my wetness against him to add friction to my clit that would push me over the edge. I yelped in surprise when Marcus slapped his palm across my ass.

  “Not yet, little sub.”

  I wasn’t beyond begging at this point. “I need to come so bad, Sir. Please, let me come again.” Heat spread across my back as Marcus pressed his chest against it. My breasts swelled in his hands as he reached around to cup them. I yelped in surprise when he bit my ear. “Patience, Sweetness. Your pleasure will be tenfold once we both get inside you. I want you to scream my name when you come.”

  He released me when Donovan reached up to thread his hands in my hair and pull me down for a kiss. He began devouring my mouth and pulled my chest closer, which pushed my ass up in the air. With his hands now free, Marcus moved them to my ass kneading my cheeks and swiping his thumbs up and down my crease, not pressing, but with enough pressure to make me notice. After a few touches, he spread my cheeks open with his thumbs. I felt a brush of air across my asshole. I jumped in shock when I felt the wetness of his tongue as he ran it around my opening before spearing it deep inside.

  With one last swipe, he pulled away and rasped in my ear. “I need to be inside your ass right now. Lift up.” I obediently followed his order. Donovan grasped the base of his cock tightly as Marcus slowly lowered me down onto it. I gasped at the sensation of being filled. He felt different than Marcus, and I adjusted to the difference in their size. I writhed and moaned in ecstasy, shifting enough to push Donovan farther up inside me. I rocked against him a few times until Marcus pushed against my back and pressed me downward until my chest was flush with Donovan’s again.

  With my ass fully up in the air, I waited impatiently for Marcus to finally end my torture. The sound of a drawer opening and closing echoed in the air and a cold wetness touched my back passage. Using two fingers, Marcus coated the outside of my asshole with lube before pressing the same two fingers deep inside, spreading the lube around. He began scissoring his fingers, opening my passage wider and wider in preparation for his cock. I needed the distraction, so I leaned against Donovan and thrust my tongue into his mouth, kissing him for all I was worth.

  Marcus removed his fingers and my asshole began clenching on nothing while my pussy clenched down Donovan’s cock. It was greedy to be filled. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. “Take a deep breath and when you exhale, push out,” Marcus instructed. Without wasting a second, I inhaled then exhaled and pushed out against his cock. Slowly, the head entered with a pop.

  “Oh my God, I’m so full already. I don’t think I can take any more,” I groaned as the pressure continued to build. With Donovan inside my cunt and Marcus pushing deeper into my ass, I’d never been so full in my entire life. I
was awestruck at the feeling even if I shifted in slight discomfort.

  “You can take me, Penny. You can take both of us. Keep breathing out as I push in.” He continued his encouragement as he kept pushing. Within seconds, I felt his balls brush up against me and I knew he was fully seated. He stopped moving to give me time to get used to the complete and utter fullness.

  “Fuck,” he exclaimed. “You are amazing. Donovan, you good, man?”

  My heart actually ached a little that I had completely forgot about Donovan beneath me. Even being a part of me as he currently was, it had always been about Marcus.

  The vibration of Donovan’s chuckle rumbled through me with his response. “Hell yeah, I’m good. She’s squeezing the life out of my cock down here. So, yeah, never better.”

  I laughed a little at his response and looked him in the eyes and saw arousal. I also saw that his laughter didn’t quite reach them. I brushed a fingertip across his bottom lip. I needed to know he was all right, so I leaned close to whisper in his ear, not wanting Marcus to hear, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Surprise flickered in his eyes at my intuitiveness. He smiled, although it was a fake one. “I’m fine. How could I not be with a beautiful woman fucking my brains out?”

  I knew he deflected my question, but decided to let it go. Now wasn’t the time.

  “If you two are done up there, can we keep moving this along? I have my dick up my gorgeous sub’s ass, and I’m ready to fuck.”

  I choked out a laugh at his description and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

  “Thank God.” He started moving and I forgot for a moment about my conversation with Donovan. He pulled out so only the tip was in and pushed forward again. After a few thrusts, Donovan caught the rhythm and they began a coordinated dance where Donovan thrust in, Marcus pulled back, and as Marcus pushed in, Donovan pulled back. Back and forth, they pushed my pleasure higher than it had ever been until, as Marcus predicted, I screamed his name as my orgasm exploded through me, followed closely by Donovan. Marcus continued thrusting until he threw his head back with his orgasm and his seed filled me up.

  Complete exhaustion overcame me, and I collapsed against Donovan’s chest, unable to move an inch. I heard Marcus shift behind me as he pulled out. His feet tapped on the floor and water started running. He returned with a warm rag and began cleaning me while I continued to lie against Donovan. The bed dipped and Marcus pulled me off Donovan and spooned me against him with my back to his front. I cuddled against him and felt my eyes get heavy as Donovan rose from the bed and dressed.

  I was almost asleep when the vibration through my back as Marcus spoke brought my attention to his words. “You know this won’t happen again, right, Donovan? She’s mine and I don’t plan on sharing.”

  With a slight nod, Donovan exited through the same door he’d entered a short time ago.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Penny

  “Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you, but you seem really familiar. Do I know you?”

  I was still on vacation so I was enjoying yet another day off. I sat at my regular table in my favorite coffee shop drinking my iced coffee and reading. Except I wasn’t reading. I sat there, my thoughts on last night. My mind wandered to Marcus’ declaration that someone joining us had been a one-time deal, and he was no longer interested in sharing. My heart skipped when he’d said that, and I’d wondered if we were moving forward in our relationship.

  Upon hearing the question, I looked up, not sure to whom it was directed. I turned to see a gorgeous man sitting at the table next to me. He was staring directly at me with a puzzled expression on his face.

  “I’m sorry, were you talking to me?”

  He smiled, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

  “Yes. You look like someone I know, but I can’t place your name.”

  I warily returned his smile as I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so.”

  “I know that sounded like a corny pick up line, and I totally didn’t mean for it to. I swear I’ve seen your beautiful face before though.” He grinned. “Hi, I’m Evan.”

  I blushed slightly as I shook the hand he offered with his introduction. “I’m Penny.”

  “Wow, with your hair, that’s perfectly fitting, and I’d expect nothing less from a gorgeous woman such as yourself. I bet your boyfriend tells you all the time how stunning you are.”

  At first, I was flattered by his harmless flirtation. Then a part of me instantly started wondering what his angle was. Not that I didn’t feel beautiful when I was with Marcus. There was just a tone to his voice when he said those last words that didn’t sound quite sincere. Weirdly, I sensed an undertone of hatred in his words. The longer he stared at me, the more uncomfortable I became. I decided to trust my instincts, which were telling me I needed to leave.

  “Thank you for the compliments. I actually need to get going. It was,” I briefly paused, “nice meeting you.” I excused myself as I gathered my things.

  “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said as he made to stand up.

  I waved him back to his seat. “No, no, you didn’t, I just remembered that I needed to run an errand. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

  I hurried toward the door, but before I reached it, I heard Evan call out to me. “Hey, Penny.” I paused and looked back in his direction. “Tell Marcus that Evan sends his regards.”

  I suppressed the shiver that ran over me at his words and rushed toward my car. As I jumped into the driver’s seat, I glanced in my rearview mirror. Evan had exited the coffee shop and now stood in the doorway watching me. I sat there for a minute as he walked with nonchalance toward the street. He stopped next to a parked car I hadn’t noticed in my haste to get to my car. I glanced at the car he stood next to. A chill crept up my spine and gooseflesh covered my arms when I spotted that fucking air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. In that moment, I knew it was the same car that had not only followed me from the yoga studio, but that had nearly run me down.

  I wasn’t a believer in coincidence. Evan made me nervous, and I didn’t know why. His message creeped me out, and I knew I needed to speak with Marcus as soon as possible. He obviously knew more than he was letting on no matter how many times he tried to blow it off as nothing. Even though I knew he was keeping something from me, I’d feel better once I was near him. He made me feel safe and protected. Like I was his. Plus, I thought our relationship was evolving and becoming more than mentor and student, at least on my part. His emotions, on the other hand, always seemed to simmer far enough beneath the surface that I couldn’t determine if my instincts were right.

  I was pretty sure I loved this man. I wished he would give me some sign that he felt the same way. Until then, I would maintain enough distance to protect my heart. I tried to shake off the unsettled feeling. I quickly started my car and pulled out of the parking spot while my eyes remained focused on the man standing outside the coffee shop.

  I needed to see Marcus now. So, instead of going home I found myself driving to his house. When his house came into view, I felt myself relax. I hadn’t even realized my muscles were that tight. After pulling into the driveway, I stepped out of the car and knocked on the door hoping he was home. I heard footsteps, and the door opened to reveal Marcus in only a pair of jeans. My mouth immediately started watering at the sight of his rock hard abs. My nipples pebbled beneath my shirt, wetness seeped from between my thighs, and all thoughts of Evan and my nervousness disappeared.

  I ducked my head sheepishly. “I hope I haven’t overstepped my boundaries by dropping by unannounced, Sir. I needed to see you.”

  Ushering me inside, he took my purse from me as I passed him. “You are always welcome here, Sweetness. I’m pleasantly surprised to see you. But I’m wondering why you felt like you needed to see me. Did something happen?”

  He led me to the kitchen where he poured me a glass of water. I took a seat on one of the barstools, and after handing me the gl
ass, he sat opposite me. He leaned his elbows on the island and steepled his fingers against his lips.

  “Actually, Sir, something happened that, the more I think on it, the more unnerving it seems, which is why I came here.” I shivered a little as I sipped my water. “I met someone at the coffee shop right before I drove over here. He gave me a message for you.”

  Marcus blinked at me quizzically. “For me? What kind of message?”

  “I was told to tell you, ‘Evan sends his regards.’ ”

  Marcus straightened suddenly, as if on high alert. “Tell me exactly what happened. Now.”

  I told him everything that happened in the last hour.

  “Marcus, what’s going on? Who is Evan to you?” I watched as he abruptly jumped up and began pacing the kitchen. At first, he didn’t say anything, and I was tired of waiting for an answer. He answered before I could ask again.

  “He’s no one you need to worry about.”

  Incredulously, I stared at him. “That’s the answer you’re giving me? ‘He’s no one you need to worry about’? Are you fucking kidding me, Marcus? I spot the same car that more than likely followed me and ran me down in the same vicinity as some creeper who has a message for you and you tell me I don’t need to worry about it. I could have been killed. Do you not even care?”

  He slapped his palm on the kitchen island. “Of course I fucking care.” He sighed wearily as he continued, “Look, the less you know the better. I’m trying to protect you. I swear, I’ll take care of this once and for all.”

  I yelled in frustration, “Protect me from what? Why can’t you tell me? We can figure this out together. Let me in. Please.”

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t.” His frustrated tone matched mine.

  I continued to regard him, hoping he’d say something more or tell me he changed his mind. When nothing was forthcoming, I knew the conversation was over. “You don’t want to tell me, fine. I guess that means we’re done here.”