Secret Submission (31 page)

“Slave, you are tormenting me!”

“Yes, Sir, I am.” She ran her tongue from his balls to his tip, then opening wide, she swallowed his cock, the gag reflex relaxed and her nose buried into his belly. She held him there as his hips thrust against her, holding on until she needed to breathe. Only then did she release him just long enough to grab a breath and impale her mouth on him once more.

He moaned out his need, unable to form words any longer. Taking pity on him, she pumped him then, her hand and her mouth bringing him the release he longed for.

He came with a vengeance. With stars and explosions inside his body, his juices burst down her throat. The hot liquid filled her mouth and she swallowed his come just as she had swallowed his cock. Squeezing his balls to help him empty, she knelt before him and accepted his gift to her.

Arms trembling from the intensity, Phillip slowly lowered himself to the bed as Sarah now licked him clean. He felt a warm cloth and realized she had left him and come back and he hadn’t even noticed. Awareness of the world returned to him.

“Slave,” he called, his voice raw.

She was at his side in an instant. “Yes, Master?”

“You are incredible, slave.”

She grinned. “Thank you, Master.” Her smile turned naughty. “If my Master has no further use for his slave at this particular time, then his slave would like to shower and get ready for church. Or did Master forget it is Sunday?”

“Master did not forget, slave. Go shower.” He watched as she rose, her nudity totally natural to her now. “Slave,” he called as she reached the door.

She turned. He was still lying helpless on the bed—she had taken a lot out of him this morning and didn’t feel guilty at all. He deserved such a wonderful orgasm—how many had he given her? She would make every one of them as glorious if she could.

“Never mind. Take your shower.”

Smiling, she left him to shower and shave for him.

He heard her humming to herself as she prepared her shower, but didn’t even attempt to rise until the water turned on. The woman wore him out! Giving her control for a short time was definitely something he was going to have to do every once in a while. Standing, he walked over to his dresser, opening it and taking out a small box. He had intended to give it to her this morning, but it wasn’t the time. Not with the two of them naked and him still recovering from his orgasm.

Dressing, he tucked the little box into his suit coat pocket just as she emerged from the bathroom. “Come on, slave, there isn’t much time!” He admonished her, helping by getting her clothes out.

The navy suit hung in the closet and he realized he needed to get her something else for church. She had worn this one three weeks in a row. That was fine when he didn’t know how long she’d be his. This week he would go shopping again. He grinned as he pulled it out and handed it to her.

“Why are you grinning, Sir? You look like you’re plotting something.”

“I am, slave. Always. You know that.” Setting the clothes on the bed, he turned to leave. “Meet you at the car.”

She watched in puzzlement. He was definitely plotting something, but there wasn’t time to chase it down right now. The stockings and garter belt from last night were going to have to do for today—she would wash them out when they got back. Slipping on the sheer bra that used to make her feel so naughty going to church, now felt comfortable—especially after that bra with the holes in it the night before.

Dressed, she passed the living room on her way to the door. It looked so normal now, just as it always did. Hard to believe the things that had happened there the night before.

And yet they had. Her cheeks coloring again, she ran from the memory and out the door.

* * * * *

She greeted several parishioners by name this week and noted at least one absence. Mrs. Finch and her daughter Emily were not among the congregation today. Sarah sighed and enjoyed the service.

The weather this weekend had taken a decided turn towards winter. The leaves were turning, but not quite at peak. After church, Phillip took a different route than the one he usually took to go home. “It’s a beautiful day, if cold for this time of year,” he explained. “Thought we might take a drive.”

It was a beautiful day for a meander through the countryside. The hills were covered with maples and oak whose turning leaves made the hillsides look as if they had purchased new clothes. Exploring a side road, Phillip and Sarah found a small lake and decided to circle it, turning and venturing down the even tinier roads that forked here and there, always keeping the lake in view. A small diner-type restaurant hugged the shore of the lake and Phillip turned in. “Hungry?”

“Absolutely!”

As always, she waited while he came around to get her door, taking his hand to pull herself out. The gravel was uneven under her heels and she took his arm gratefully as they crossed to the restaurant’s door.

The interior was that of a typical lakeside diner—lots of netting and fake fish on the walls. But the tables were clean and the view was gorgeous. The summer season was mostly done, so the cottagers had all gone home, the waitress explained. They would, themselves, be open only a few more weekends before closing for the winter. The porch dining was already closed up.

They didn’t mind taking seats by the big picture window. Outside, the dock spread its fingers into the lake—most of the bays empty now. With the changing leaves, the panorama was beautiful on the still lake and they both found their gaze pulled back to the view time and time again as they ate.

Phillip paid the check and asked the waitress if it would be all right for them to take a walk out on the docks.

“Sure. But it’s a might chilly out there. Wind comes off the lake and all.”

Thanking her, the two slipped out through a side exit and they slowly made their way along the dock. Sarah was not surprised to find that Phillip was knowledgeable about boating—and had owned several boats in the past.

“Yes,” she said in answer to his question. “I’ve been out on the water a few times, but never in anything other than my uncle’s sixteen-foot motorboat. And then we were only going up and down the canal.”

His arm was around her waist as they stood at the end of the dock, looking out over the water. “I will take you sailing then, someday. Would my slave like to be out on the water, crewing for me?”

She smiled up at him. “Phillip-my-master, I would love to crew for you any time you wish.”

He turned to her and his heart skipped a beat. She looked so beautiful with the wind just lifting her hair like that. The leather collar she wore in public trimmed her neck as her face turned up to him and the sunlight lit up her eyes. His hand dipped into his pocket as he stepped away from her for a moment.

“Sarah, close your eyes.”

She did so, not even thinking to question his command. She heard a creak as he opened something, but did not peek.

“Open them now.”

She did. In his hand was a small, velvet box. The lid was raised, revealing the diamond ring inside.

“Sarah,” he murmured, “society does not recognize my collar on you and I want the world to know you are mine. Will you marry me?”

Her eyes watered and the breath caught in her throat. “Oh, Phillip! I can’t believe…I mean…you really want…Yes! Yes, Phillip, I will marry you!” She could not contain herself and threw her arms around him.

He staggered back under the force of her hug, righted himself and enfolded her in his embrace. She pulled away, looking again at the ring in the box, her eyes shining with tears.

“Here, let me put it on you.” He took the ring and she obediently held out her left hand. He slid it home and it rested perfectly on her finger. She trembled to see it there—a sign to the world that she was owned. Funny how she had never seen it that way before. But it was true. She belonged to one man again, although in a very different way than before. The tears spilled over as she held out her hand for him to see.

Her face was streaked with tears of joy and he knew he had made the right choice. She wanted to be owned by him—and the collar wasn’t enough. She would remain true, that wasn’t the issue. But with the force of law behind their union, he would be able to take her further than she ever imagined. He could not resist. Putting his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs wiped away her tears and he pulled her into a kiss. Tasting the salt on her lips from her tears, he opened his mouth to take her completely.

And here, in a public place, where undoubtedly the few patrons of the restaurant could see them, she opened to him, letting his tongue enter and possess her again. She pressed herself into him, giving her soul up to his kiss and her body to his hands.

He did not let go of her face as he withdrew, instead, he rested his forehead on hers. “I love you, Sarah-my-slave.”

“And I love you, Phillip-my-master.”

Arm in arm, the ring twinkling on her finger, the collar snug about her neck, Sarah and Phillip walked back to the car and to a new life together.

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