Submission Revealed

by Diana Hunter

  Phillip stepped to her, putting his hands on her waist. “I like how this makes you look, my beautiful slave.” He bent to capture her mouth with his. For a moment, Sarah was off balance, the suddenness of his tongue against her lips taking her by surprise. Her hands slipped apart and she almost grabbed his shoulders before his hands steadied her even as he took possession of her mouth.

  His tongue swirled inside, caressing and playing with her tongue and she couldn’t stop the response of her body. Not that she wanted to stop. He staked his claim on her and she accepted his dominance, her tongue returning his caresses, reveling in his taste and in the scent of his cologne. With an effort, she returned her hands behind her head, even as he still kissed her and her head swam.

  Was the room spinning because of the ropes around her chest? Or because Phillip took away what breath she had with his kiss? His fingers lightly pinched her exposed nipples and a low moan of need welled up, becoming audible only when his lips left hers. She leaned into him as he pulled away, reluctant to give up the passion of his lips on hers.

  He gave her a critical going-over as she stood recovering. “Your cuffs would make the picture perfect.”

  The four wide strips of black leather lay in the top drawer of his dresser, their home when they weren’t around her wrists and ankles. He slipped one around each wrist, fastening each with its small golden lock. Kneeling like a knight of old, he uttered a single word “Up” and she complied, using the post of the bed to steady herself since putting her foot on his knee so he could lock the cuff on her ankle threatened to overbalance her. The rope encircling her dug into her waist and she blushed as the released scent of her arousal filled the room.

  “Look again, slave. Model yourself for me.”

  He had been right. The cuffs completed the picture of her submission.

  “Lie on your back on the bed.”

  The terse direction, uttered with a strained voice of passion, whirled around in her head as she leaned toward the bed, grace quickly replaced with desire. She set her rear on the edge of the bed, pausing a moment to watch him take off his shirt and drop it to the floor. She never tired of looking at his strong shoulders or the way his chest hair tapered in a neat line down his abdomen. When his fingers began unbuttoning his pants, she quickly lay down, bringing her knees to her chest but keeping them spread open so he could see what he had done to her.

  His cock touched her pussy and her moan was more than just breath this time. Flinging her arms over her head, she gave herself to him, inching down the bed, wanting to feel him fill her.

  She wasn’t at the right angle, however. The bed wasn’t high enough for Phillip to stand beside it and take her. Should they move to the dungeon? Surely that table was high enough.

  Phillip had the solution, however and Sarah settled back into the comfort that she was in good hands when he picked up two shorter lengths of black rope and wrapped each of her ankles in a mock-corduroy cuff. Throwing the ends over the corner of the bedposts, he spread her legs wide and lifted her ass off the bed. Satisfied, he dropped one end and tied down one suspended leg, then fastened the second.

  Sarah still had use of her hands and in a fit of mischievousness, she reached down to her pussy, spreading her lips wide and fingering her clit. The bend in her body, strained against the ropes, made it difficult for her to breathe as her fingers played but it was worth it to see the look on Phillip’s face.

  So intent on getting Sarah positioned exactly the way he wanted her, Phillip had momentarily ignored the wonderful musk revealed by her spread legs. He would get to that in due time. Tying off her ankle, he turned to face her, intending to prolong her anguished desire a little longer.

  But her look of total enjoyment and teasing took him by surprise. A few minutes earlier she had been well on her way to that place of bliss that was his target. Her eyes had lost focus and she had been putty in his hands.

  Now, however, the wanton she hid inside had come to the fore, challenging him and his authority by playing with herself and teasing him along. His cock stiffened sharply in response. The animal he kept on a short leash, pulled hard, wanting to show this little slut a lesson in who was boss.

  The still-sane part of him gloried in this power exchange. Tied, Sarah held more power over him than she realized. Tied, she let loose the wanton that threatened his control. Tied, she became the controlling one who, in turn, let him let loose his animal to ravage her.

  He pulled off his clothes, his engorged cock swollen, needing to be satisfied. This was what he wanted—a ready pussy just waiting for him to take what belonged to him. He rubbed the shaft, feeling the raised veins and prolonged the agony.

  “Do you want this, slave? Do you want me to fuck you?”

  Sarah nodded, running her finger along her slit and opening her pussy lips invitingly. “Yes, Sir. I want this. Please, Sir, take me.” A small whimper came from the back of her throat. Phillip loved the noises she made when she pleaded with him. He put his cock at the entrance to her pussy, pushing away her fingers and taking over.

  “Beg me.”

  Two simple words, but they shot through her system like liquid fire. Pressing her palms on the bed, she tried to leverage herself to get his cock inside her. “Please, Sir…Master. Take me. Fuck me!”

  Her nipples, caught between the loops of the rope, sent pricks of pleasant pain each time she moved. She moved anyway, letting the stabbings take her even deeper, deeper than the spot where the wanton lived, to a spot she could only reach if the wanton led. From far away, she heard her voice pleading over and over, “Please, Master…fuck me…use me!”

  His huge cock entered her—relentless, forcing, pushing inside her aching pussy to fill her. Someone cried out. The pressure eased, then came on again, eased and came as he pumped his cock into her pussy. His body slammed against hers and Sarah welcomed him, pulling him in with urgency, needing him to press harder, deeper, faster.

  And Phillip obliged, his hands on the bed on either side of her, supporting himself as he took control of her, playing with her body and sending her mind and spirit flying. Her hands flew up and rested on his forearms, not to push him away but to urge him in, her sounds gone to wordless cries as her mind shut down all processes but the wish for him to take her.

  Below him, she whimpered, her hands now gripping his forearms, her brow creased, her breath in short, ragged gasps. Suddenly her eyes flew open, though he realized she couldn’t see him. Her body convulsed and her whimpers turned to grateful cries. Her hands fell from his arms as she gave herself up to her orgasm, letting the waves take her mind where they would.

  Phillip could hold back no longer. With a roar to match his slave’s, he let loose the pent-up tension in his cock, the seed inside spurting out in relief to fill the pussy of the woman he loved. She cried out beneath him as she came again, her muscles milking him of every precious drop he could give her. Together they rode the waves of passion, their souls entwining, becoming one. He would stay with her in this bliss forever if he could.

  But humans are made only to touch heaven, not live there. Phillip’s breathing slowed now that he was empty. Slowly, he opened his eyes to look at the beautiful woman beneath him. Her silky brown hair lay arrayed around her head like a tangled halo. Her cheeks were flushed and warm with life, her eyes opening reluctantly, just as loath to leave the dream-world where they both were one being, and forced to become two separate individuals once more.

  Sarah tried to take a deep breath but the ropes didn’t let her and he felt her pussy twitch around his cock. He slid a hand down so he could finger her clit, knowing he wasn’t hard enough to thrust into her again. She gasped as he pinched that tiny organ with his fingers and he was rewarded when her pussy contracted around him again. No great cries this time, though, only small whimpers. Did she have one more orgasm in her?

  Pulling out, Phillip knelt down next to the bed. Her pussy dripped with their combined juices. Inserting two fingers into her sopping pussy so he coul
d tell if she came or not, he captured her clit between his lips, gently squeezing it.

  His slave’s response was immediate. Her hands clutched the sheet and she cried out. He nibbled on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, enveloping it in warm, moist heat before sucking it into his mouth, pressuring and tormenting that little bud.

  She came around his fingers and Phillip took pity on her. Each time, her cries were weaker as her body skated closer to exhaustion. With a tired grin, he helped her though this one, giving her the opportunity to enjoy every last spasm. Only when her body quieted did he remove his fingers and go into the adjoining bathroom to wash his hands.

  Sarah felt the warm wet washcloth and almost came again. If her body hadn’t been so incredibly satiated, she might have. Phillip lowered her ankles to the floor and she felt the blood flow back into her feet, making her plenty warm enough for the moment. Idly she watched him coil the short black ropes, her thoughts drifting without any direction.

  “Give me your hand, slave.”

  She latched onto his command as if it were a port after a long time at sea. He pulled her to a sitting position, not letting her stand.

  “Let’s get these ropes off, shall we?”

  Feeling a bit like a small child, Sarah just sat there, letting Phillip do all the work. She raised her arms when he told her to, held her breath when he instructed and lay back on the bed, all while her mind wrapped in a warm cocoon of satisfaction.

  Not until he had blown out all the candles and pulled the covers over the two of them did she stir from her contentment. Spooning into his arms, she snuggled tight. His whispered words in her ear made her smile. Turning her face to him, she murmured, “I love you too, Sir.” A moment more and she was fast asleep.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Permanence

  “She’ll be here, Sarah. Stop worrying.” Jill inadvertently tugged on a strand of Sarah’s hair. The collaring ceremony was set to begin in less than half an hour and she still didn’t have the slave-to-be’s hair upswept to her liking.

  Sarah shook her head, hardly realizing she pulled the strand clear of Jill’s fingers again. “I don’t know, Jill. Beth’s been pretty distant since the accident. And she was pretty hurt to think I’d get married without her.”

  “Stop fidgeting!” Jill laughed. “You’re going to look beautiful for the collaring ceremony if it’s the last thing I do on this earth!”

  Sarah grinned and took to twisting her fingers on her lap to rid herself of the nervous energy that threatened to overwhelm her. Had she been this antsy when waiting for her wedding to Tom? Biting her lip, Sarah decided her first wedding was a whole different beast altogether. Then she’d been a naïve virgin starting off a new adventure, without much of a clue about what would happen.

  While she still wouldn’t call herself worldly, this time around Sarah knew exactly what she was getting into. Two days ago, she and Phillip had been legally married by the same judge who had presided over his court case. Tonight’s ceremony in the cottage wouldn’t be legally binding but that didn’t matter. This ceremony held another purpose entirely.

  “I don’t think Beth’s coming.” A tone of finality crept into her voice. “I told her about the ceremony and all it entailed.” Sarah’s fingers touched her still-bare neck.

  “And?” Jill twirled another strand of Sarah’s golden-brown locks, pinning it into place.

  “And she said she’d be here to show her support for me, even though she still thinks I’m making a mistake marrying a man who beats me.”

  “When are you going to tell her otherwise?” A hard note sounded in Jill’s voice and Sarah felt obligated to defend her best friend, or the woman who had been her best friend up until a few months ago. Since the accident and all it had revealed about her sex life, Beth might as well have been living in another city altogether for the amount of time they’d spent together. Sarah missed the long talks on the phone but had given up calling when Beth’s haranguing got to be too much.

  “I did try to tell her, several times. She just doesn’t want to hear that I like…pain.” Even to her ears it sounded sick and disgusting, two words Beth had used in their conversations, though Beth had turned them around and used them on Phillip.

  Jill’s look softened. “The vanilla world often doesn’t understand. From what you told me of her before, I had thought she might be able to see the Dom side of a D/s relationship or at least the Domme one but apparently not?”

  “Not. Definitely not.”

  Sarah glanced at the clock on Phillip’s dresser, then clutched her stomach and took a deep breath as she realized the time. “Jill, we can’t wait much longer. It’s almost time. Do you think Phillip’s as nervous as I am?”

  She swallowed several times as a fist of iron suddenly grabbed her stomach and squeezed. Despite how anxious she’d been for this day to arrive, despite the fact that she’d longed for it, despite the fact that, in the eyes of the law, she and Phillip were already married, she still needed several deep breaths to keep the meager contents of her stomach inside where they belonged. A huge change in her life sat right outside the bedroom door. Was she truly ready to commit to being a sexual slave for the rest of her life?

  The warmth that spread up from her pussy gave her the answer. After months of waiting, months of talking and discussing what fell under Phillip’s dominion and what did not…the moment was here. Jill stepped back and made a low sound of appreciation.

  “You are spectacular, Sarah. Stand up and take a look.”

  Sarah moved her head experimentally, making sure none of Jill’s careful work would fall. Her hair had been upswept into several curls and ringlets, piled high and out of the way. Running her hand from her bare neck down, she felt the stiff bones of the corset that narrowed her waist and turned to see the view from the side. The cream-colored hose and garter continued the line all the way down to her shoeless feet.

  “Let’s tighten those laces and get you into your dress, shall we?”

  Sarah nodded, glad for Jill’s calming presence. As Will’s slave, Jill actually held no part in the ceremony other than to get Sarah ready—a big enough job, Sarah decided—and to bear witness along with the other guests to the vows soon to be spoken. Obediently, Sarah turned around and held her breath as Jill firmed up the corset, forcing her breasts up almost as if they were sitting on a shelf, then she held up her hands so Jill could slip the peasant-style blouse over her head, settling it off her shoulders and showing the tops of her breasts. Despite the play she and Phillip had done in public on only two occasions, showing this much cleavage still made Sarah blush.

  Jill held out the full-length skirt and Sarah stepped into it, taking a moment to zip it up in the back before stepping into the low-heeled slingbacks that completed her outfit. With a final tug to tighten her blouse under her skirt, she turned to the pier glass mirror that hung at the foot of the bed.

  “You look beautiful!” Jill flounced Sarah’s wide skirt, watching it settle in graceful folds. She didn’t mention the fact that Sarah’s nipples raised her tightened blouse. No sense it making her more nervous. Jill glanced at the clock. “And with ten minutes to spare!”

  Sarah opened her mouth to say something but a quiet knock on the door interrupted her. For a moment, panic clutched her stomach. Phillip wasn’t supposed to see her yet. She had an entrance all planned out. How she’d walk the length of the living room to where he stood at the far end and how she’d gracefully kneel beside him.

  But it wasn’t Phillip Jill let in the door. A familiar face, wreathed in brown curls, almost timidly poked her head around the door.

  “Beth! You came!” Sarah squealed and ran to throw her arms around her friend. She nodded at Jill, who discreetly left, closing the door behind her.

  “I decided I didn’t want to miss it.” Beth disengaged herself from Sarah’s hug. “Look, Sarah, there’s something I need to say before you decide if you want me to stay or not.”

  Afraid that whatever B
eth was going to say would ruin things forever, Sarah tried to head her off. “It doesn’t matter, Beth. You’re my friend and you’re here. It was important to me to have you here. I think because you’ve known me forever. You even knew Tom. I don’t want that part of my life to end just because a new part of my life is beginning.”

  Beth took a deep breath. “Well, I’ve thought a lot about this whole thing, believe me and I need to tell you I can’t agree with it all. No, don’t interrupt.” She held up her hand to forestall Sarah’s protest. “Let me get through this. Please?”

  Sarah nodded, forcing herself to let Beth have her say, even through the fear that their friendship was ending in spite of her words.

  “I’ve been doing a lot of research on the web about your particular…kink. I know, when you showed me that list of sites to visit, I swore I never would. But I did. I always knew that stuff existed but to realize you were into it to the point of wanting to do it always? I guess I’ve just been so shocked by that, I couldn’t think straight.” She ran her hand through her short hair in a gesture Sarah recognized. Whenever Beth was working at solving a problem, from where they should go for dinner to dealing with crisis situations, the habit was ingrained. Suddenly Beth dropped her arm and grinned. “Hell, I’m not sure I’m not still shocked.”

  Sarah opened her mouth and again shut it without uttering a single word when Beth held up her hand.

  “I’ve decided, however, that we’ve been friends far too long to let something like this come between us. I’m still not totally convinced you’re not brainwashed or something.” She gestured to the four-poster bed where a pair of cuffs still dangled from one corner and shuddered.

  “Sarah, I came because you’re my friend and I love you. And friends don’t abandon friends, even if they really don’t understand the road they’re on.” She dropped her hands to her side.