Graceful Submission (10 page)

He hadn’t tried to follow her, and she’d thrown herself on the bed, crying in angry until she’d fallen asleep. When she’d woken up an hour later, her head was pounding. Her suitcases and clothes were arranged neatly on the dresser, her laptop and briefcase sat on the desk.

A look at the clock told her that three hours had passed since their fight. It was a little after two. She wondered if he was sleeping. Mentally, she kicked herself for overreacting. According to his license, he really was Toffer Shelley. He was right. He hadn’t lied to her. He just hadn’t told her the exact truth.

And truthfully, she could blame herself for it, too. She hadn’t asked him what he did for a living. If she had, would he have lied to her? Or would he have told her the truth? There was no way to tell now. But this was the man who had guided her through many things in the past few weeks, including the horror that was ruining her career.

He’d pushed her toward higher levels of sexual pleasure, and laughed at her jokes, encouraged her to write and given her a shoulder to cry on.

Whether he was Toffer Shelley or Drake Dawson, he was a wonderful man who had comforted her when disaster had struck. She wrapped the robe around her and padded up the stairs. The door to his room was open, and a faint light filled the bedroom.

“Toffer?”

“Over here.”

He was sitting in a chair on the deck, drinking a beer.

“I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

“No, baby, I’m sorry. It was wrong of me not to tell you the truth. A BDSM relationship is supposed to be built on trust. I broke that trust.”

“Not really. I can see your point. I never thought about someone judging a good-looking person just by their looks. People must bug you all the time.”

Toffer laughed, and then shook his head. “I can find you a hotel tomorrow, my treat. Or I’ll fly you back to Boulder, and then back here for the party.”

“Are those my only options?” She waited a beat, and added, “Master?”

Grace bit her lip, and then backed away from the light. She knew that her eyes would be puffy from crying, her face blotchy.

“Kneel before me, Lolly.” His voice was low.

Grace dropped the robe and sank to her knees. She pressed her face into his palm when he took her face in his hands.

“Do you still want to submit to me?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you positive?”

“Absolutely.”

He pulled her forward, leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Do I get to meet the flogger tonight?”

Toffer’s laugh filled the quiet night air.

“Not tonight. Tonight, or should I say, this morning, I just want us to sleep together. That will help heal your wounds, bring us closer. Tonight, when I get home I’ll introduce you to the flogger.”

* * * * *

Note to self: Try to control your outbursts better. Get all the facts before you judge, and learn not to judge so easily.

To Do List:

Work on novel

Call Peter and see where he is with the party planning

Remember every wonderful moment of the fantastic orgasm you had at the hands of Drake
Dawson
, scratch that, Toffer Shelley, and the wonderful time you spent sleeping in his arms

Grace looked over her revised To Do list. She’d slept late that morning, cozily burrowing into the sheets after Toffer had kissed her lightly at five and said he’d be home around eight. He hadn’t touched her again last night, except to pull her close to him while they slept. It had been so long since Grace had slept next to a man that she’d lain away for a long time, listening to the beating of his heart near her ears. It was a fantastic feeling that fueled her for the day.

For lunch, she and Millie had eaten the Cobb salad from last night, after the housekeeper had made sly comments about the couple not eating last night.

She planned on writing all afternoon, but first she wanted to check her e-mail. There was one from Preston, who said things were fine. Depositions were going well and he’d found proof that Dominic and his father had met with Watson a week before the accusations were made.

There was one from Peter telling her that he knew she was at Toffer’s house, and that a party planner was picking up most of what needed to be done. The woman might have a few questions for Grace about photos and stories and if she did, she would contact her through e-mail.

“Have fun with Toffer. He told me about what happened with you.”

Grace stared at the words. Had Toffer told Peter that she was allowing the actor to dominate her? She doubted it. Peter had probably received a watered down version about how Grace didn’t know about Toffer’s professional persona, and how angry she’d been. She finished reading the e-mail.

“Don’t be angry with him. He’s a great guy and it’s hard on him to get to know people. I think he really does have a thing for you.”

The words made Grace blush. She was just about to close out the e-mail program and get down to work when a ding told her that a new message had arrived. She recognized Toffer’s address and opened the file.

Inside were explicit instructions about how she was to be attired, and in what position she was supposed to be in, when he arrived home that evening. The ending sent her into full body shivers.

“It’s time for you to act on your new name.”

Lolly-girl.
I want to lick you like a lollipop
.
Eight o’clock
couldn’t come fast enough.

* * * * *

Toffer turned off the engine of his jeep and ran his fingers through his dark hair. It had been a long day. They’d had to re-shoot scenes and tempers were flaring because work on the episode wasn’t going well. He would probably have to work late Thursday and Friday, and possibly work on Saturday, too.

The idea sucked because he didn’t want to work. He wanted to spend time with Grace. His cock twitched as he thought of her upstairs in his bedroom, waiting for him. Totally naked except for the wrist, ankle cuffs and spreader bar.

The mental image of Grace gave him an instant erection. It was an incredible feeling, and helped to counteract the fight he’d had with Giselle that day. The model had been in his trailer at lunchtime, naked, and his cock hadn’t reacted at all. The beautiful blond had massaged her breasts and begged him to fuck her.

“Please, Drake, nobody gives it to me like you do.”

“No, Giselle, the Drake cock mobile is closed for you. We are finished. I thought you understood that.”

She’d screamed in rage, thrown everything she could get her hands on and then dressed and stormed out. He hoped that was the last he’d see of her.

He went inside, checked the mail and messages and then slowly made his way upstairs. He stood in the doorway, staring at her as she lay spread-eagle on his bed. Her beautiful breasts caught his attention. He wanted to do everything at once, take the whole night and play. They could do it all, but then the anticipation of new things would be gone.

She’d been so damn tight last night, and she’d responded to being bound like he knew she would, with total abandon and enjoyment. For the millionth time that day, he thanked the stars that she’d forgiven him and come back to his bed last night.

“How was your day, Lolly?”

“Fine, Master. And yours?”

“It’s better now. I see you mastered the process of attaching the spreader bar yourself. On your knees.”

His hard cock pulsed as she dropped onto her knees, albeit a little clumsily, and clasped her hands behind her back.

“Did you play with your pussy, today?”

“No, Master.”

“Good.” He stood before her and pulled her face into his crotch. “Are you hungry for me?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I like to hear that. But first I want to fill your ass.”

He felt her stiffen and he smiled. “Not with my cock, not yet anyway.”

Toffer walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He moved things around and then pulled out an anal plug.

“This one will do. It’ll help to open you up for when I do fuck your ass. Bend over the bed.”

* * * * *

The wonderful feeling of anticipation that had taken over Grace at
seven o’clock
intensified as she watched Toffer walk toward her with the plug in his hand. She’d never, ever, had anything inside her that way. The idea was intriguing. It was exciting. It was terrifying.

With Master’s help, Grace stood and then bent over the bed. She felt totally vulnerable, but wasn’t that what she wanted. She wanted to try the nasty things, under the guidance of her Master.

When Master pulled her cheeks apart, she flinched. No one had ever looked at her there unless he was a medical doctor. When his finger traced the rosette she pushed up on her toes in an effort to get away and he swatted her behind.

“Very fuckable.” His words sang in her ears. “Relax, Lolly. We’ll work this inside you and you’ll wear it tonight. It’ll be uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it. Tomorrow you’ll wear one from
noon
until I get home.”

Grace mentally calculated the time. That would make eight hours with a plug up her ass. She would have it there while she talked to Millie and Rafe. The idea thrilled her. She would be doing something very naughty for her Master and no one would know.

A cold cream touched her private spot, and she gasped when Master’s finger slipped past the opening.

“Do you feel this, feel how I’m doing this? You need to pay attention for when you insert the plug tomorrow.”

Do I ever!
“Yes, Master.”

“Makes sure you use enough cream tomorrow to ease the entry.” He pushed his finger all the way in and Grace moaned when he moved it around, spreading the cream on her insides. When he left her, she sighed. The cream was reapplied and, this time, two fingers slipped inside. He lightly fucked her with them.

The sensation was incredible. She felt full, if a little uncomfortable. Her breath came out in tiny little gasps.

“You like having me invade you this way. Don’t deny it; I can hear your little mews.”

Grace nodded, and then moaned when Master slapped her ass.

“Never nod. Always answer me with words.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Spread your cheeks for me.”

Grace followed his instructions. Her breathing increased as Master fucked her with his fingers for a few more minutes, and then quickly withdrew and placed the plug at her anus.

“Push out gently.” When she did, the tip of the plug slipped inside her and a light burning sensation spread through her behind. Grace tried to push the intruder out.

“Stop, Lolly.” He pushed the plug farther in and Grace tried to wiggle away.

“Too much, Master. Please.”

Master held the plug still and Grace tried to get her breathing under control.

“Relax. You can do this. I want you to do this. Submit to me, Grace.”

His words echoed in her ears. Grace exhaled and pulled her cheeks apart more. The plug moved deeper inside her and the original feeling of burning and being uncomfortable dissipated. It felt incredible. Master twisted the plug inside her and Grace bucked against him. It felt liberating.

When she sensed the edges of the plug against her backside, she knew that it was totally inside her.

“Just hold your cheeks apart so I can admire your full ass. Very nice, Lolly. Very well done. Tomorrow when you put it in, remember to use lots of lube. I’ll leave a tube in your bathroom. Take it slow if you need to, but I want you to wear it from
noon
to eight. It doesn’t come out until I get home. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Just stay there for a little bit. Hold very still and I’ll be back later.”

Grace could hear him moving around the room. The sound of his clothing coming off was followed by the sound of the shower turning on. The plug felt like it was expanding in her ass. The feeling of fullness was returned full-blown once the object was totally inside her. Although it was alien to her, she enjoyed the sensation. She wiggled her behind, and moved her pussy up and down on the spread. It felt so good.

More than the physical aspects, though, were the mental aspects. She loved the fact that she was doing this for Toffer, that he was getting pleasure out of seeing her naked and full.

The shower turned off and his whistling filled the air. He was moving around, doing things in the bathroom. What was taking so long? Her pussy had been wet since he’d inserted the plug, really since she’d attached the spreader bar, and she needed to play.

She wiggled her behind again, enjoying the feeling of the plug in her behind. When she moved this time, her pussy rubbed harder against the bedspread and sent tingles through her body. Damn, that felt good. She wiggled more and her clit, already on fire, tightened more. The crack of a towel against her buttocks shocked her back to the room.

“Hold still. Did I give you permission to do that? I seem to remember telling you to lie still.”

“No, Master. I’m sorry, Master, I just need to …”

“You need to do as you’re told, not give yourself pleasure. I say when you get pleasure and when you don’t. Remember that your body belongs to me, now. When I tell you to lie still that’s exactly what I mean. Well, you had a punishment coming anyway. I just guess I’ll have to alter my plan and bring it on now. I don’t like having to change my plans, Grace. You’ve been a bad girl. Hold very still.”

Grace moaned as she felt him lock the wrist cuffs together. The sound of him going up the stairs made her smile. He was going to his little dungeon, but he wasn’t taking her. She wanted to go, too. She was tempted to yell at him to take her with him. The knowledge of what was up there intrigued her.

He returned moments later, laying his body on top of hers so that the plug pushed in even more. He laid the flogger in front of her face and Grace closed her eyes. He was going to whip her.

“Kiss the handle. Kiss the leather. Show me you want to receive your punishment, that you’re not being forced.”

The leather was cold against her lips. She kissed the handle as he turned it around, then kissed the tips of the thongs.