Secret Submission (3 page)

“Here, my slave, drink this.” She felt his arm under her head and shoulders, lifting her. A cup was in his hand but she could not take it from him; she had no strength left at all. He held it to her lips so she could drink. “Water. Just clear, cool water.”

Phillip laid her back on the table so he could remove the butterfly. Once done, he scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her out of the room; he would not be taking her home just yet. The poor woman was exhausted. Instead, he carried her to his bedroom, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck. Crawling into bed beside her and pulling the covers over them, he felt protective of her as her body folded itself against his own, snuggling her body to his warmth.

She lay contented. Never before had she had such an intense orgasm. Still basking in the wonder of it, she drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

The sound of a bird’s call outside the window woke Sarah in the morning. Sunlight streamed through the window and she stretched, forgetting for a moment where she was. But the feel of cuffs around her wrists made her stiffen as she remembered. The entire night came back to her in a flash: the bondage, his dominance and control over her; her begging for release, the incredible climax. All Sarah had wanted was a romp in the bedroom; she certainly had not intended to stay the night. However, after last night’s activities, it was probably best that Phillip had not taken her directly home.

Throwing the covers back, she checked her ankles. Same as her wrists; cuffed, but not fettered.

“How are you this morning?”

Sarah looked up to see him leaning against the doorway, already showered and fully dressed. She had been too far into her own need to come last night to fully appreciate the physique of the man who controlled her. His frame filled the doorway with his wide shoulders and imposing height. A shirt now covered his strong chest muscles, the sight of which had actually registered in one part of her brain while the rest of her was busy. She appreciated anew the straight line of his clean-shaven jaw and the aquiline profile of his nose. Was it possible such a handsome man was really interested in her? Or was he only after one thing? Naked before him, she resisted the urge to pull the covers over her again. Smiling to cover her sudden nervousness, she answered his question, “I’m fine. Thank you.” Was she still supposed to say ‘Sir?’

“Not sore?” Phillip came in to sit beside her on the bed.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t. She shook her head and made room for him to sit. His nearness caused her breath to quicken; to her knowledge, he had not come the night before. Well, she was ready to do her part. He’d been incredible and had showed her parts of herself she’d never even known existed. How she felt about that, she would think about later.

He reached out and caressed her breast with the back of his finger. The nipples already stood out straight from the sudden chill when she had thrown off the covers, but now they hardened at his touch. Sarah remembered the game they’d been playing the night before; the cuffs were testament to that. Time to find out how far this game went. Putting on a demure demeanor, she knelt on the bed and affected a meek tone. “What would Master like this morning?”

He laughed at her playacting. “You would make a fine slave, my dear.” He leaned in to pull her earlobe with his lips and whispered, “You do know that, don’t you?”

She bent her head towards him, feeling the desire brewing inside her. His touch turned her to jelly all over.

But then he pulled back, and she realized he held a key in his other hand. Deliberately, he took first one wrist and then the other, unlocking the cuffs, removing them and Sarah looked at him in confusion. When all four cuffs lay beside them on the bed, he took her hands in his and addressed her directly. It was time to lay it on the line to her.

“I would like very much for you to be my slave. But you need to realize I am not asking you to play a game, and there would be no playacting. If you agree, I will be your Master—in every sense of the word.”

Sarah looked deeply into his eyes for signs that this was a joke. But all she saw was an open honesty, and that raw power she had glimpsed the night before. Her brow furrowed with yet-unasked questions. He held a finger to her lips, silencing her.

“If you accept, it will not affect your outward life. Your co-workers need never know. In fact, you do not even need to give up your apartment; you’ll continue to live there during the week. But on Friday nights, you would come here, and leave from here on Monday mornings. During that time, you would be mine and would follow my commands.”

Phillip understood the risk he was taking. It was quite possible the woman would bolt at his proposal. But after her responses last night, he was in danger of becoming emotionally involved, and his heart was too much to risk in another fruitless relationship.

He stood and pulled her to her feet. “Take your shower now, and think about it. The offer will be open for a while.” He walked to the door, then turned and smiled, his manner not betraying his inner turmoil. “I release you from your promise of last night. I will not command you in this. It is a decision you must weigh carefully. But know that I will take care of you—my slave.”

His words rang in her ears. “My slave.” She considered his proposal as she readied for her shower. The bathroom was just off the bedroom and she ran the water hot as she thought. “My slave.”

Stepping into the shower, she threw her head back, letting the water cascade over her body. Now she examined her breasts for marks made by the ropes last night. There were none. Her ankles had a thin, red line where the cuff had pressed her during the night. The same on her wrists. And she could not deny the fact that she had enjoyed herself.

But what did that say about her? She, who had so prided herself on her independence, on her ability to lead, was actually considering being a slave? Voluntarily? She must be nuts!

Finishing her shower, she turned off the water and toweled dry. She wrapped her hair in one towel, and took another one to wrap around her. No, she could not agree to this. The only reason she’d even come home with him last night was because she’d been feeling so naughty. And surprisingly, she had no regrets. It had been a wonderful night and she had to admit, she loved the bondage. But to actually be a slave? No. She finished her toilette and walked back into the bedroom.

The bed had been made while she was showering. Neatly placed on the coverlet were the cuffs she’d worn before, their open locks dangling from the closure. Sitting on the bed, she picked one up, turning it over in her hands. There was no denying the desire they provoked. To be cuffed, to be owned by one man—a Master. She sighed. There was something wonderful in that thought. No worries, no decisions. Only pleasing him.

She saw her clothes neatly folded on a chair in the corner. She ignored them for the moment and firmly tucked the bath towel around her. Picking up the two wrist cuffs, locks and all, she went to find him.

Finding the kitchen was easy enough. She walked over to where he sat at the small table. “I can’t believe it, but I am actually considering your proposal.”

He leaned back in his chair, looking her over. She was chewing her bottom lip, holding the two cuffs as if she were weighing them against her own independence. He would not rush her. After the very first date, he had known this woman had possibilities, and after last night, he was sure. Yes, he wanted her. He wanted her to be completely his to subjugate and control. But he only wanted her if she were willing.

“Give me the cuffs.” He was pleased when she handed them to him without hesitation. Now he weighed them before her as she stood. “Give me today. Be my slave without question for the next twenty-four hours. Audition me, if you like. If tomorrow morning you wish to leave, then we will part as friends.” He looked deeply into her eyes.

“I will even ask you to keep your safe word for this time. But know, if you agree to be my slave after tomorrow morning, you must trust me completely.”

It was a fair offer. She had no plans for the day—and no date for the night. Instead of a quiet, relaxing weekend, she was getting something far more intriguing. Could she do it? Could she be a slave for a whole day? This arrangement would give her a better glimpse into what she might expect from him. She smiled, “I accept.” She held out her wrists to him. “For the next twenty-four hours.”