Designed for Submission (Devine Designs) (8 page)

You are an incredible woman, Elizabeth.  You bring so much joy to those that are blessed to call you friend.  I wish for you all the happiness in the world, for that is what you deserve.  Never settle – your own Jason is out there; do not stop looking until you find yourself in his arms.  All my love—your best friend, your fellow Sub, your business partner and your cheerleader, Nancy. 

Those words brought fresh tears and then, seeing that there was a postscript, Elizabeth was soon laughing. 

PS: Feel free to call if you need anything at all. 

PS2: Okay, forget the first PS.  Call if it is a matter of life or death, because, knowing Jason, I won't be allowed much free time (thank God for demanding Doms). 

PS3: DO call if you run into your Limo Man!! I'll chance a hot bottom to hear another hot story!

Trust Nancy to know she'd need a good laugh after reading such a touching letter.  Smiling, Elizabeth turned around in the room, knowing she would never again have a roommate.  She would turn the room into a home office.  It would be the perfect place to work on her project in privacy.  Suddenly excited, Elizabeth dragged an old card table out of the storage closet and set it up in the room.  She brought in a chair from her bedroom and a floor lamp from the living room.  It wasn't anything near what she would eventually have as office furnishings, but it would do for now.

She walked to her closet and pulled down a box.  Opening it, she smiled and was soon engrossed in adding details to a project that was extremely close to her heart.  As she worked, she thought about Nancy, Jason and other couples she had met that were far more heavily into the BDSM lifestyle than she.

As she sketched details of a room she had designed, she remembered exactly why she had started this dream project.  The experience she'd had many years ago came flooding back into her consciousness, and that experience, she knew, was why she was unable to immerse herself fully with any Dominant at the club.  Elizabeth dearly wished she could somehow conquer her fear.

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Five years earlier, at the tender age of twenty-one, Elizabeth had fallen hard for a man she had met in college.  His name was John Nelson.  He was a serious young man, quite the opposite of the more open, boisterous men she was normally drawn to.  He was not overly handsome but was nice-looking, with dark hair and eyes.  What had drawn her attention was his unwavering respect for everyone he met, be they part of the faculty or the students working in the student union to pay their way through school.  He never seemed to be angry or upset.  He was a man who truly seemed to enjoy other people but more from a respectable distance.  It was as if he were happiest in observing other people enjoying life, in whatever way that captured their attention.  She had seen him not only in the large library, with his head in a book, but on the commons enjoying the sun as he sipped coffee with other students.  She had seen him at a few parties and noticed that he always seemed comfortable in any place he found himself.  When he asked her out, she had instantly agreed.

They attended a film revival showing old black-and-white Hitchcock movies.  She had wondered afterwards if he had chosen that series so that he could be guaranteed she'd screech and hang onto his hand, burying her head in his shoulder during the intensely scary scenes.  By the time the last credit rolled, he had her hand in his, only releasing it for a moment.  Elizabeth watched him swipe away remaining pieces of popcorn that had fallen onto his lap when she screamed and dumped the bucket.  He plucked a piece out of his breast pocket, popped it into his mouth and promised her that a nice dinner would "erase the memory of that horribly frightening shower scene."  Elizabeth had to smile, and agreed.  It was a great, memorable first date that led to many more.  He didn't kiss her until their third date and had actually asked her permission before doing so.  She had been touched at his old-fashioned manners and continued to go out with him.  When, after three months, he suggested they go away for a weekend, she agreed.  She had talked it over with Nancy, already her roommate, and was encouraged to go and have a good time.  As far as Nancy was concerned, Liz was far too old-fashioned.

The couple arrived at a well-known hotel along the beach.  Their room was on the twelfth floor and provided a beautiful view of the ocean.  They stood at the window, his arms around her waist, as they watched the sun beginning to dip in the sky.  Elizabeth wasn't naïve; she knew that he would expect her to have sex with him.  She was a bit anxious but also excited.  It had been quite a while since she had been interested in anyone enough to actually sleep with him.  She was glad she had never stopped taking the pill, as she didn't want to chance getting pregnant and really didn't enjoy condoms.  She enjoyed the feel and heat of a man's skin as it slid into her body.

He gave her privacy, as she showered and dressed for dinner.  She put on her new lingerie that Nancy insisted she needed.  The soft blue color and the sexy lace made her feel feminine and attractive.  She pulled a navy blue dress over her head and combed out her hair, pulling it back and securing it with a clip.  She slipped her feet into sandals, knowing they would be appropriate for the beach.  John complimented her the moment she joined him downstairs in the bar, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply.  She had felt her stomach flip and her nipples harden.  After a long walk along the beach, they settled at an outside table of a popular restaurant.  He had surprised her the first time he held a piece of calamari in his fingers, bringing the morsel close to her mouth in offering to her.  She had bent forward, accepting the bite from his hand.  The feeling was incredibly sensual; he watched her mouth as she chewed and swallowed.  It might have been awkward or embarrassing, but he made her feel sexy, occasionally offering her bites throughout the meal, his lips curving up as she ate from his hand.  He helped her from her chair and led her from the restaurant with the simple touch of his hand splayed against her back; she felt her body preparing itself for him as they returned to the hotel.

The moment could have been awkward, but he was just as gallant leading her into the bedroom as he was leading her into the restaurant.  Elizabeth stood as he slowly undressed her.  He knelt before her and ordered her to lift first one foot and then the other as he unbuckled her sandals and pulled them off.  She was embarrassed at first; no one had ever undressed her before.  He had run his hands very, very slowly up her legs, his fingers warming her skin as they gently massaged her.  He didn't allow his hands to travel under the skirt of her dress, just paused a moment, his hands on her thighs, until she wished desperately that he would move them further.  He bent forward, kissed a spot on each of her thighs and then stood.  Her dress was a simple one, without buttons or zippers.  He took her face between his palms and kissed her gently until she felt her knees trembling and her nipples hardening.  He released her mouth and slowly lifted the hem of her dress. She felt the fabric slip inch by inch up her skin.  She moaned deeply, her hands going to cover his as if to assist.

''No,'' he said, quietly but firmly, ''Allow me this pleasure.'' She didn't feel rebuked, she felt somehow deeply complimented as she dropped her hands away before lifting them above her head at his quiet command.  He pulled the dress over her head and moved away to place it across a chair.  She stood in nothing but her new lingerie, feeling more aware of her body than ever before.  The smile he gave as he approached her made her moan again.  He moved behind her, his lips at her neck as he kissed her.  She felt her nipples tighten even more, aching against the confines of her bra.  He moved his hands up and down her back, then her arms before allowing them to come around her body.  He cupped her breasts in his hands, holding them still for several long moments before allowing his fingers to slowly, so slowly begin to trace the contours of her breasts.  By the time he unhooked the front closure of her bra and allowed his finger to touch her bare skin, she thought she would climax without going further.  He slid the bra from her body and placed it on the chair.

''You are beautiful,'' he had said, as he spent what seemed like an eternity kissing and gently nipping each of her nipples until they were incredibly swollen and pulsing with her need.  Again she felt in danger of coming as his hands moved centimeter by centimeter down her body.  By the time he slid her panties down and she stepped from them, there was absolutely no way to hide her incredible state of arousal.  He had smiled as he folded her panties carefully and placed them on her pile of clothing.  Her legs were shaking so hard she was afraid she was going to collapse at his feet but knew if she did, it would be to beg him to take her, take her now! He led her to the bed, pressing her to sit to watch as he undressed.  When he joined her, she expected him to be gentle and go slowly, as that had been all she'd known since the seduction had begun.  Instead, he shocked her by pushing her onto her back and roughly pushing her legs apart.

''You are mine,'' he had said, bending to take a nipple into his mouth, even as he began to push into her.  Elizabeth felt herself beginning to panic, but as he filled her with his cock, she realized she was not only sopping wet, her arousal continued to flood her sex.  He began to fuck her with long, deep thrusts seeming to demand her body accept him.  When she moved her hands to grasp his arms, he easily readjusted his position so that her hands were held above her head, pinned to the mattress.  She had never felt so utterly pinned, so controlled by another.  He pushed even deeper, his cock stretching her as never before.

''Oh God, please,'' she moaned, even as she arched up to meet his thrusts.  ''I … I …''

''You'll take me,'' he said, as he lifted his mouth from her breast and then took her mouth.  Elizabeth discovered something about herself that moment.  While she had not been a virgin, she had never once felt her body respond as it did to his demands.  She was soon moaning and then shrieking as he pounded into her again and again.  She found that she desperately wanted nothing more than to please him.  Her hands clung to his as he kept them above her head.  The simple hold allowed her to give herself to him, relaxing completely, allowing him all the control as he fucked her.  She climaxed with an explosion she had no idea she was capable of, her uncontrolled screams of pleasure filling every space of the room, as he pushed into her and found his own release.

Afterwards, he helped her to sit up, pulling her into his arms.  She was still shuddering at what had just happened and yet wished it to happen again.  She was suddenly embarrassed at the way he had made her respond, her body writhing beneath his, and the loud sounds she had made in her passion.  John could read her like a book.  He knew she felt guilty, and he also knew what guilty little girls needed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her facedown over his lap.  Elizabeth felt his hand stroking all across her bottom, as he explained that he needed to give her a good, hard spanking so she wouldn't feel guilty.  She opened her mouth in protest, but when he gave her a quick swat, she yelped, instead.  John alternated between swatting and rubbing her bottom until she was squirming across his legs.  He was building up a heat in her body that she was desperate he satisfy.

''No more pleasure until you ask for your spanking,'' he said, allowing just the tips of his fingers to dip between her legs and glide across her slick lips.  She moaned deeply, discovering yet another aspect of her psyche.  She let go and actually begged and pleaded for a spanking, lifting her bottom high until she felt her skin contact his.  John gave her exactly what she asked for and spent the next fifteen minutes warming her ass until it was bright red and her pussy was again dripping with need.  When he allowed her up and ordered her to lie on her stomach and spread her arms and legs, she instantly obeyed.  Her bottom was not the only part of her anatomy that was on fire.  When he produced rope and proceeded to loosely tie her spread-eagle to the bed, she hadn't protested.  He put his hand to her sex and she instantly arched her body into his palm.  She rocketed to another climax within moments of his touch.

''Perfection,'' John whispered, enjoying her enjoyment of what he was doing.

After she had calmed a bit, he immediately began to drive her to the edge again.  He knelt between her spread legs and sweetly tortured her for several long minutes, his tongue slowly running up the full length of her sex to give her swollen bud the briefest of flicks before the slow lapping began again.  His tongue would still, as his hands moved under her body to nip at her breasts every time she was on the cusp of coming.  By the time he entered her again, she was begging him to fuck her.  Her voice was passionate, as she begged him for more—to take her harder, deeper, her screams of pleasure filling the room, his own cry joining hers as he emptied himself deep into her.  They were both panting, both covered in perspiration and trying to regain their breath when they became aware of a pounding on the door.  He had sworn loudly and climbed off the bed, pulling on one of the robes the hotel provided.

Elizabeth barely managed to lift her head from the bed to remind him to close the bedroom door.  She never had a chance; he had flung open the door to the hall before she could speak.  She could easily see two men standing outside the door.  One was obviously the hotel manager, the other some sort of security by the look of his uniform.  Despite John's assurance that all was well regardless of what occupants of nearby rooms might have said, the security guard insisted he speak to the 'young lady'.  John had shrugged and opened the door further, turning to go into the bedroom and warn Elizabeth what was happening.  His face showed his horror when he realized that he had not only left the door open; every inch of Elizabeth was visible.

Elizabeth had never been more mortified.  The manager stayed outside the room but the security guard boldly walked straight to the bed, his eyes raking up and down her splayed body, noting not only her very red bottom, but every point where she had been secured to the bed.