Secret Submission (2 page)

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Yes…what?”

“Yes, Sir,” she amended, the title still sounding odd to her. But she liked this new experience too much to let a little word stand in her way.

With his foot, Phillip pushed against her feet and Sarah backed up against the wall. But doing so put her a bit off-balance and she leaned forward ever so slightly.

“Just right.” Sarah hadn’t minded the cuffs, could she take a more personal binding? With a quick movement, Phillip lassoed one of her breasts in a loop of soft clothesline, pulling it tight before she realized it was there. She gasped, feeling the pain, the sudden influx of pleasure.

“You have never had your breasts bound before, have you?” he asked. She shook her head no in response. “Would you like me to stop?” Again she shook her head no. “Remember, you have a word you can use if you want me to stop at any point.”

Only briefly did she consider using the safe word. But the pain in her breast was swelling to full arousal and she had only one thought on her mind now: reaching a climax. She shook her head again. She would not use the safe word.

Smiling at her willingness, Phillip wrapped the cord around her breast several times, giving it a collar of rope. Then he turned to its mate, giving it similar treatment. Finished, he stepped back to survey his handiwork.

Now she blushed in earnest. There was no way she could or would stop him. His fingers brushed her swollen nipples and she gasped in shock. A thrill ran through her, right to her toes. With her breasts bound as they were and her hands hung high, her sex was awakening. Oh, she definitely liked this game.

He stepped forward again, circling her with his arms, his hands on her back pulling her into his embrace. Her tied breasts crushed against his shirt as he kissed her, his tongue probing, forcing her mouth open as he took possession of it. She yielded gladly, feeling her stomach give a small, pleasant flip as she did so.

Releasing her, Phillip bent down, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, kissing it, licking it. He enjoyed her taste. Sweet and yet slightly musky. She moaned in response, feeling her knees go weak and he smiled—she made wonderful noises. Yes, he could have quite a bit of fun with this woman, if she let him. For a few seconds, she hung by her wrists as he gave his full attention to her sensitive nipple. She got her feet under her again just as he took the other nipple in his mouth, lightly tugging on it with his lips making it warm and firm; her knees threatened to buckle again. The first nipple he’d kissed, still wet from his tongue, stood straight in the air, cold and hard.

His hands moved to her waist, touching the zipper of her twill pants. She flinched so Phillip possessed her mouth again, and as their tongues entwined, he unzipped her pants, sliding his hands in and around her hips, squeezing her rear. “No panties?” he whispered into her mouth.

“No,” she whispered back, suddenly realizing what that made her look like.

Without another word, he stepped away from her and pulled down her slacks. He put aside her clothes, then, again without speaking, he reached over and took an ankle in his hand. Pulling her leg to the side, he fastened a cuff around it. What was it his grandfather used to say? ‘In for a penny, in for a pound.’ Well, she hadn’t stopped him yet and he definitely enjoyed pushing her limits.

Sarah watched him. The cuff Phillip now locked around her ankle was attached to a bar about two feet in length. He did the same with the other ankle. Acutely aware that she stood before him wearing nothing but ankle and wrist cuffs, her breasts bound by his hand, her own hands secured to the wall above her head and her legs spread wide, for the briefest of moments, she quailed. What was she doing? Letting a man chain her to a wall to ravish her? What was she thinking? Her breasts bound and her legs spread like…like…like a woman who needed sex—who wanted it so desperately she would play such games to get it. Feelings of desire coursed through her.

Quietly he lit two more candles in the room, but her eyes did not stray from him. For now he stripped off his shirt and she saw the tremendous muscles in his chest. He moved with the grace of a cat, no, a lion, as he picked something up from a table in the dark. Coming to her, he brushed his hand again over her nipples, causing her breasts to ache for more of his touch. Another possessive kiss, and he stepped back. So intent was she on his eyes, that she saw only a flick of his wrist and a quick blur before she felt the soft flogger between her legs.

She cried out before she could stop herself.

“Would you like me to stop?” he asked, standing casually in front of her, running the soft leather of the flogger through his hand.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…it didn’t hurt. You took me by surprise, that’s all.”

He still stood, not making any move other than to watch her, still running the flogger through his hand. She wondered if she’d said something wrong, then realized what it was. “Sir. You simply took me by surprise, Sir.”

He nodded his approval and a small thrill of satisfaction ran through her. She was learning how to play this game. The thought of being whipped into submission brought images to her head from the occasional romance novel she read. Those images never failed to excite her. The reality of actually being flogged, however, was much more arousing than she ever expected.

He swatted her gently several times; sometimes on the stomach, sometimes on the arms, sometimes the legs. But then one landed on her bound breasts and she gasped. “Do you like that?” He let it land there again and the urge to come was strong.

“Oh, yes, I like that very much, Sir.” The title came easily in her need and surprise. She
did
like this. Why? What was this saying about herself?

He flicked it over her pussy and her moan was vocal. “Like that?”

“Oh, yes, Sir!” The psychology of why she was responding to this faded into the background of her mind, replaced by desire and need. She writhed in her bonds, wanting desperately to come now.

He flicked it again. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“I want to come…oh, let me come!” She felt like such a slut asking a man if she could come; in the past, she controlled her own orgasms. But the bondage and her lack of power and the flogger had done their work. She wanted to come and was willing to beg for it.

“No.”

The word was flat, final. He turned, putting the flogger on the table behind him.

She cried out in frustration. This wasn’t fair! She wanted to come, but because of her bonds, could not. How dare he get her all worked up and then leave her? Before she got enough breath to speak her mind, however, he was back, facing her.

“You are mine, tonight. I command you. You may only do what I say.” He brushed a hair out of her face. “Do you accept this?”

She just stared at him. Then, slowly, she repeated, “I am yours, you command me, I may only do what you say.” Fine. She’d play his game, come, and go home.

“What?” His voice was soft, his lips so near her ear she could feel his breath. She squirmed in her bonds. “You need to learn to say it. To accept it.”

Her breath was ragged, her need intense. “I am yours, Sir. You command me, Sir and I may do only what you say.” She paused before adding, pleading, “Sir.”

For answer, his lips pulled on her earlobe, one hand playing with her nipple, the other reaching down and brushing the hair on her mound. She moaned and pushed against his hand as he held her, slipping one finger down to touch her clit. Her body moved towards a climax and she pushed against him, once, twice, three times.

And he stepped back. The sudden removal of his hand left her unable to come—again—and she whimpered in frustration. He took her chin in his hand and turned her face up toward his. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. She did so, unable to refuse. “You will come when I tell you to. You will come when I want you to. And you will keep coming until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?”

She had no words. The constant arousal and the bondage were beginning to tire her. She hung from her wrists and nodded her consent.

He could see she was almost ready. But it was time to give her a rest before continuing his training. For training her he was. Breaking her, slowly, without her knowledge. Each time he pushed her a little further and she did not resist, his hopes went a little higher. Sarah just might be the submissive he hoped she was. Gently, he removed the ropes from her breasts, letting the blood flow to them once again. As it did so, she breathed deeply, her breasts rising and falling, tingling.

He caressed each one, softly planting kisses on the base of her breast where the ropes had left their marks. Massaging them, he waited until he heard her whimper again, knowing her desire was still strong. Leaving the cuffs on her wrists, he detached them from the wall, letting her hands fall to her sides.

She sagged against him as blood flowed to her arms. Her legs, still spread about two feet apart, kept her off balance. He held her, then scooped her up, spreader bar and all, and carried her over to a still-dark corner of the room.

She was aware that the surface under her was soft and warm as he laid her face up. Once again he took her wrists and raised them over her head, stretching her arms to fasten them; this time she could not bend them at all. Nor did she have the strength to.

He lit a few more candles now and in the increased light, she realized she was not on a bed, as she had surmised, but on a high table covered with a thin mattress. He secured the spreader bar to the table, then moved out of her sight for a moment. When he returned, he again carried something in his hand.

“You need to learn obedience to my commands. You need to learn who is in control tonight.” He held up a small, butterfly-shaped object. “Do you know what this is?”

She shook her head no, and he bent down closer. “What was that?”

“No, Sir, I do not know what that is,” she murmured, nervousness making her voice tight.

“It is a clitoral stimulator. Let me show you.” He reached between her legs and her back arched in response. “Yes, I know you are eager. But not yet.” He placed the butterfly in its position against her sex then turned it on to its lowest setting.

She gasped as the vibration sent its waves through her entire being. Her arousal began to grow again. She writhed on the table, trying to get the pressure she needed in order to come.

“Do you wish to use your
safeword
? Know that if you do, I will let you come now. Say the word and you can come and then I will take you home.”

She looked at him, long and hard. Wasn’t that what she’d wanted earlier? He stood there, not gloating over her, but genuinely concerned for her. He brushed a hair from her face and the tenderness in his touch moved her. “I don’t want to say my
safeword
, Sir.” She was surprised at how easily the title came.

“Do you like being in my control?” He smiled kindly at her and she smiled back, surprised at her own answer. “Yes, Sir.”

“Very good. But I am afraid you still will not come. Not until I say so.” Using the straps attached to the small machine, Phillip fastened the stimulator against her body. He turned a knob and the vibrations grew slightly more intense. Sarah had not only withstood, but seemed to enjoy the light breast bondage and the light flogging—but could she handle his demand for total control of her body as to command her orgasm? Deciding to push this limit as far as he could, he turned and blew out all but one candle. “And now I must leave you for a bit, my dear. Enjoy.”

What? He was leaving her like this? Her body stretched on a table and unable to come? She had played his game, where was he going? The vibrations coming from her clit made her breathless and her cry was strangled with despair and arousal. Sarah watched as Phillip sauntered to the door with the one remaining candle, blowing it out as he reached it. In the sudden darkness, she heard the door shut.

It is said that the mind is the body’s most sexual organ and Sarah’s was working overtime. What if he never came back? What if something happened to him out there and he needed help? Each fear only added to her feeling of helplessness, which fueled her need, which heightened her desire. She lost track of time—alone in the dark, she squirmed on the table, trying to find relief. Her breath came in short gasps and tears fell from the sides of her eyes. The moans of before were now whimpers.

Listening to her in the darkness of the room quickened the blood in his veins. His stomach tightened as he realized how much she was enjoying this. Never before had he had a partner who so quickly gave her trust the way Sarah had tonight. Granted, it had been a while since she’d been with her husband—and Phillip knew she’d been with no man since. But still, she responded to his commands as if being dominated was a deeply-held secret she now let her body reveal.

Beside her ear he whispered in the dark, “You will only come on my command. I control your body, I control your mind.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, not even realizing she’d changed his title.

Inside his heart, he smiled. “You may come now.” With his hand, he pressed the butterfly up against her body. Her reaction was immediate and violent. Wave after wave crashed over her, through her. Conscious thought fled and she knew only the pleasure of the waves that carried her as her body convulsed time and time again.

How long her climax lasted, she had no way of knowing. Exhausted at last, she lay limp on the table, unable to move. Dimly she realized he had brought her hands to her sides, and taken away the bar between her ankles.