A Natural Born Submissive (6 page)

"May I ask you a personal question?" Victor asked.  He took the wine glass from her and sat it, along with his, on the table.

Alice was taken by surprise, and suddenly felt nervous.  "I ... um ... sure…."

"What did you expect when you left with me tonight?"

"I don't really know," she answered, choosing her words carefully.  "I guess I was hoping to find out more …"

"More about me, or more about yourself?"  He leaned forward, eyeing her intently.  "As a Dom, it is my job to know what a submissive wants.  And as shy and innocent as you seem, your body language suggests that you want to do more than talk."

The feminist in Alice began to balk at his words, but then she stopped herself from getting offended and thought about what he was saying.  She was suddenly aware that she'd been crossing and uncrossing her legs in his presence and toying with her hair.  She'd been doing everything she could to get his attention without screaming his name.  And it wasn't just because he was a good-looking man, but because he was a good-looking dominant man, and she'd not been this excited since she could remember.

"And if I did … want more, I mean," she began, "then what?"

"Alice, please stand."

He rose with her as she obeyed.

"Now kneel, Alice."  Alice felt her breath escape as she looked at Victor.  She hesitated for a few moments, debating with herself whether this was a wise thing to do.  She felt that, if she did as Victor commanded, there would be no turning back, so she couldn't believe it when she felt her body obey.  In fact, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.  Still, she felt awkward once she was on the carpet, and dropped her eyes, suddenly self-conscious.

"You are obedient and I appreciate that quality in a sub.  But you must learn to follow my orders quickly and without hesitation.  Do you understand, Little One?"

"In a sub, Victor?" she asked.

"Yes, in a sub," he said, cupping her chin in his hand.  "And when you are in submissive mode, Alice, you will refer to me as, 'Sir'.  Is that understood?"

"Yes … Sir," Alice managed to get out.  She suddenly felt very aroused and was conscious of her hard nipples, visible through her top.

"Very good.  Now, unbutton your top."

Alice froze for just a moment before forcing herself to undo the buttons.  Her hands were shaking when she dropped them back at her sides.  She stared up at Victor as he reached for the front of her unbuttoned shirt and slowly opened it.  Then he lowered it halfway down her arms, effectively trapping her arms against her side.

He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up.  "You hesitated, Alice.  That is disobedience.  Do you know what happens to a sub who disobeys her master?

"No, Sir," Alice replied breathlessly.  She was so aroused that it was becoming hard for her to remain kneeling upright.

"You will." Victor promised, looking at her intently.  He lowered his hand and slid it down her neck and across her shoulder until it came to rest on her shoulder strap.  Very slowly he hooked it in his finger and lowered it.  Alice didn't dare move; her bra was hanging precariously on the right side.  She could feel the moisture pooling between her legs and resisted the urge to squirm.

Victor lowered the other strap and then reached forward and peeled her bra off of her breasts.  He stared at them for the longest time, and Alice felt herself growing self-conscious.  Were they too big?  Too saggy?  She inadvertently struggled to raise her trapped arms in an attempt to cover her nudity.

My God, I am topless in front of this man after only a few words from him,
she thought wildly. 
What the hell am I doing?

"Were you trying to cover yourself, Alice?" Victor warned, his voice suddenly firm.  "Never cover yourself in front of me."

"Yes, Sir" she whispered. His commanding voice had caused her feelings of doubt to dissipate.

Victor reached out with his hand and touched the very point of her left breast.  He moved his hand underneath and hefted it, feeling the weight of it in his hand as he worried her nipple with his thumb.  Alice, frozen in place, stared at him as she bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.  Her heart was beating so hard she wondered if he could see it pounding in her chest.

He paused for a moment and then kissed hear.  Alice moaned, struggling to keep upright against the heady sensation of his mouth on hers, his hand still on her breast.  She just wanted to melt, to lie back and open her legs and allow him to have his way with her.  But this man wasn't asking; he was taking her, albeit with her full consent.  Alice leaned forward, her breasts straining towards him, longing to feel his touch on both of them. Her nipples had peaked into two hard pebbles.

Victor leaned forward and embraced her.  Alice buried her face in his shoulder and rained little kisses on his neck, his Adam's apple, and his chin as he finished removing her top and unhooked her bra.  He helped her to her feet and led her to his bedroom.  Like the sitting room, the bedroom had dark, wood walls.  The centerpiece was a huge four-poster bed with heavy velvet drapes.  The bedposts were ornately carved, but Alice had no time to examine them. Victor had pulled her into his arms again and was now moving his hands around to her lower back. He squeezed her bottom through her skirt and then moved to undo the zipper.  The skirt slipped to the floor, and she stepped out, clad only in her drenched panties and high-heeled shoes.

"You are exquisite, my little Alice."

Alice sighed; she didn't know if she believed him or not, but she suddenly didn't care.  He'd just made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.  Victor led her to the bed and pulled back the covers.  She lay down and watched as he removed his clothing.  His beauty took her breath away.  His chest and shoulders were magnificent, his torso muscular.  A long, slender semi-erect penis jutted from a nest of hairs at the juncture of his strong thighs.  Alice felt her pussy clench in anticipation.  She wanted to embrace him, to take him in her mouth and between her legs.

Victor sat down beside her on the bed.  He spoke soothingly to Alice as he took her hands.  "I know there is not trust between us, not yet, but you are mine this evening, beautiful girl."  As he spoke, he reached into the drawer of the beside table and removed a length of silken rope.  Alice watched, mesmerized, as he tied it around her slender wrist.

"I am going to bind your hands to the headboard.  I want them out of the way as I acquaint myself with your beautiful body.  Will you trust me to not hurt you while you are in my power?"

Alice had to remind herself to breathe.  She looked up into his bright eyes and gave a nod.  He quickly looped the rope over the headboard and attached the other wrist.  Suddenly Alice panicked.  She began to pull at the restraints and arch her back, looking up at the headboard anxiously.

"Shhhhh," he whispered, soothingly.  He leaned over and began to nuzzle her, kissing her neck, the base of her throat, his fingers dancing over her soft breasts.  "Let me love you, Alice.  Let me take you places you've never been."

Alice felt her panic subside as Victor stroked her while continuing to murmur reassurances.  She began to relax and let out a soft moan as he took both breasts in his hands and began to stroke her nipples with his thumbs.  He kept his eyes locked on hers until he bent to lick one nipple and then the other before beginning to suckle on her breasts.

Alice longed to touch him, to feel his skin and clutch him to her, but she could not.  She was seized by a sense of panic that gave away to release when she finally surrendered to reality.  Victor was in control.  He rose, and she watched through languid eyes as he put on a condom, the precaution yet another way of assuring his protection of her.

Victor was kneeling between her legs now, gazing at her with an appreciation that made her feel cherished.  He gathered her legs over his arms, opening her completely to him, his hands trailing from her knees down until he had a firm grasp on her upper thighs.  Victor lowered his head until Alice could feel his breath upon her.

Alice was dripping wet, and the knowledge that he was taking in the scent of her arousal only excited her more.  When Victor leaned forward and touched her clit with the tip of his tongue, she almost screamed.  "Please, please, please," she moaned, begging for him to continue.  She felt him blow upon her wetness and her clit throbbed of its own accord.

"Please what, Alice?" Victor growled.  Alice couldn't think, couldn't formulate another word other than 'please'.

Victor pulled back and savored this perfect moment.  He loved the idea of bringing Alice to the very brink and then pulling back, extending her anticipation.  He lowered his head and ran his tongue through her slit, flicking her clit and then plunging his tongue deep inside of her.

"Please, Sir, please, Victor, please, please, please … MASTER!" she screamed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and shoved two fingers deep inside her.  Her writhing as she came shook the bed.  He continued to tap his tongue against the seat of her pleasure as her spasms went on and on until she wilted, her legs falling to the side.  Victor climbed back up until he once more had her luscious breasts in his hands and worried her nipples until Alice began to move once more beneath him.  He rose, ready to take her, but he paused for a moment until Alice, her eyes glazed with pleasure, looked up at him.

"Say it, Alice.  Say it again."

Alice found her voice and looked submissively into his eyes.  "Master" she whispered.

Victor plunged into her as Alice's pussy clenched around his cock.  He drove into her repeatedly as she cried out her pleasure.

Chapter Five

Alice lay in bed, her head reeling from what had just happened.  She'd had her first orgasm in her mid-twenties.  It had been bad enough that it had taken that long.  Even worse?  It had come through masturbation.  After it had become abundantly clear that her husband could not please her, she'd had to literally take matters into her own hands.

She smiled shyly up at Victor as he came out of the bathroom and climbed back into bed with her.

"Master?"  She smiled as she said the word.  She liked calling him that.

"Yes?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling in the darkness.

"Can I get you something, Sir?  More wine, coffee, water, anything?"

"Actually yes, I would love a cup of coffee," he replied, surprised.

She didn't want either of them to fall asleep.  She knew that her mother was waiting for her, and there were a few things she wanted to discuss with Victor before she left.

Alice rose from the bed and followed Victor's verbal directions to the kitchen.  This was a huge departure for Alice—being openly naked in front of a man.  She used to move from the bathroom to bed wrapped in a towel or robe, trying to not let Ray see her naked, lest he offer one of his negative comments.  Victor's kind words about her figure had given her confidence.  Within a few minutes she was back with a tray holding their coffee.  She sat facing him as he leaned back against the headboard to sip his drink.

"Just how I like it," he said, approvingly.

"I overheard how you ordered it from the production assistant today."

Victor smiled at her.  "You are indeed a natural-born submissive."

"Being with you like this is wonderful, Sir," she said.  She set her coffee down on the nightstand, took his from him, and set it beside hers.  Then she leaned forward and kissed him on his coffee-flavored lips.  Victor looked surprised at her sneak attack.  She saw something in his eyes, just for a moment, a vulnerability she'd never seen before.  He quickly blinked and resumed his usual unreadable expression.  Alice quirked an eyebrow at him.  "What was that look about?"

"I rarely kiss, and never at the club," Victor explained.

"But you've kissed me," Alice started to say, and then realized the importance of that information.  "Thank you, Sir," she whispered.  "I have a question about what happened in bed," she continued, hesitantly.

"Of course, you may ask me anything.  What is it?"

"When I was begging you—remember, you stopped and I kept saying please, please, please over and over again, and that was the first time I called you …" she stopped and dipped her chin, suddenly terribly embarrassed.

"Master?"

"Yes, that," Alice said, lifting her head.  "Was that the 'sexual teasing' you mentioned when you talked about being a—a sadist?"

"Exactly," Victor replied.  His smile turned to concern.  "Did you find it too cruel?" he asked.

Alice gave him a big smile.  "Actually, it was quite …" she looked away and searched for the word "… titillating."

Victor smiled back at her.  "And very well timed, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Sir.  By the way, I think I can handle whatever you have to dish out, Sir."

"Oh you do, do you?" Victor asked, pouncing on her and tickling her until she was shrieking with laughter.  He had her pinned to the bed and was leaning over her.  "Alice, sadism is about providing a sub with intense stimulation.  Sometimes it can be pain, but sometimes it is something else entirely," Victor explained, growing serious again.

Alice murmured, "You've given me a lot to think about, Sir."

"Here is something else to think about, Alice.  You realize that you were very naughty earlier."  Alice swallowed, remembering.

"Yes sir," she said, looking up at him.  "I didn't respond to your orders quickly enough, I know."

"And now it is time to pay the piper."

Alice's heart started to speed up.  "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes as big as saucers.

He climbed off her and out of bed and held out his hand.

Alice stood, glad that the lights were dim.  He led her into the darkened living room, where he took one of the wooden dining room chairs and moved it away from the table, facing her.  Alice held back.  What was he going to do?  He stopped and turned towards her, his eyes meeting hers.  He slowly sat in the chair and looked up at her, then patted his lap.

"Right over, Alice.  Bottoms up."