Submission Dance (9 page)

“Marley, are you
alright? You’ve been in there for a while. Do you need a hand?” Lex’s voice
called through the door. She was relieved that he hadn’t just burst in.
Standing in front of him holding a used butt plug wasn’t the sexy image she
hoped to leave him with when she dressed and went home for the night.

“I’m good,
thanks. I’ll be out in a minute.”

She washed the toy,
and set it aside on the counter, unsure what exactly one was supposed to do
with a used toy. After cleaning herself up, and using the facilities, she took
a deep breath and went back into the bedroom. Her tongue prepared to say the
words that her heart couldn’t.

Chapter 9

L
ex sat on the bed with
his back propped up against the pillows, staring at the bathroom door as he
waited for Marley. He wasn’t sure if she was upset about the missing condom, or
if she was just coming down from the sexual high, but he was determined to find
out. Dawn was still a few hours away, and he’d be damned if he’d let her go
before the sun rose without hearing her safeword first.

When she stepped
back into the room, her eyes darted away from his nervously, and he frowned. “Come
here.”

She shifted on
the balls of her feet awkwardly, and then reached for her scattered clothes. “I
think it’s probably time for us to call it a night, don’t you?”

“No. I
absolutely do not.” He snapped, shoving himself to his feet and marching across
to take the clothes from her. Dropping them to the floor, he grabbed her arms
and tugged her body against his. He relished in the heat of their skin-to-skin
contact. “What’s going on, Marley? Talk to me.”

She shook her
head against his chest, and gave him a small smile, “Nothing, Lex. I’m just
wiped out after everything. It was fantastic and you know it; I just don’t want
to overstay my welcome. I’d rather we part as friends.”

“Friends?” he
spat the word out. It tasted foul on his tongue. “Is that what we are? Friends?
I have to tell you, I don’t usually put my fingers in my friends’ asses.”

She giggled, and
tried to pull away from him. “Stop it, you know what I mean. I just thought—”

“That we’d had
wild sex and I would bid you goodnight, and we’d walk away without another
word? You thought that we were finished?” he interrupted with a lifted eyebrow.

“Well, yeah.”

Lex bent and
planted his shoulder against her upper abs, lifting her into the air, and
marching her back to the bed. “Not by a long shot, princess.” He dropped her on
the mattress, smiling when she bounced. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of
you.”

She gave him a
funny look and then stretched her muscles like a satisfied cat. “You’re going
to have to take it easy on me, Sir. I’m feeling a little achy after that last
round.”

Lex winked at
her, and went searching for the discarded bag of toys. “I’ve got just the thing
for those achy muscles. Usually after a scene there’s aftercare, princess, and
you won’t deny me the pleasure of holding you and rubbing you down with this.”
He held up a tin of scented cream.

Massaging it
into her muscles would help her relax, and the eucalyptus scent would refresh
her so that she wouldn’t feel as tender. He knew it would be in the bag as
surely as he knew condoms would be there. The cream was Killian’s preferred choice
for aftercare, even though Killian wasn’t a Dom who liked to do aftercare. Lex
had seen him fuck a submissive into subspace, and then turn her over to another
sub for cuddling afterwards so that he didn’t have to get too close.

Before he could
begin, a knock sounded at the door, and she jumped nearly a foot off the bed,
hurrying to cover herself with the blanket.

“It’s alright,
Marley, I asked a friend to sneak us a snack. I noticed you didn’t eat earlier,
and I figured you were hungry.” Lex went to the door. Opening it wide, he
admitted Ashton Reid, fellow Dom and current Dungeon Monitor on duty—not
to mention one of his best friends. “You’re a lifesaver, Reid, thanks.”

Ashton lifted an
eyebrow at him, and then smiled Marley’s way, “Always willing to help out a
damsel in distress. Wow, aren’t you a pretty little thing.” Before Lex could
stop him, Ashton pushed the tray of fruit, cheese, and crackers into his hands,
and darted across the room to the bed. He jumped on the mattress with a bounce
next to Marley, and she squealed in surprise. “You know, if you get tired of a
boring, old, hard ass in your bed, you’d be more than welcome to join me,
sweetness. I’m off duty when the sun rises.”

Marley giggled.
She actually fucking
giggled
at the man’s forwardness. Lex felt a
growing sense of rage fill his chest, and he roughly dropped the tray down on
top of the night table knocking several toys to the floor. Ignoring the scattered
toys, he reached for his buddy’s arm. “She will not be joining you tonight, or
ever. I asked you for food, not flirting. Get your ass out of here, Ashton.”

“But we haven’t
even been introduced, I’m Ashton Reid, sweetness.” Ashton was a big guy—around
six foot four, with a muscular build to match Lex’s, and blond unkempt hair. He
was a true manwhore, through and through, and there was no way Lex was letting
him get his hands on Marley.

“Ashton this is
Marley, my sub, and she’s currently on speech restriction, so get your ass out
of here.” Lex snarled, wrapping his hands around the other man’s wrist, and
yanking him bodily from the bed.

“All right! All right!
Chill, man. I just wanted to meet the sexy devil who managed to entice you from
your stint in the monastery. It was a pleasure, Marley. I’ll make sure you see
me around later.” With that, he winked at her and let himself out, leaving Lex
fuming and Marley giggling at him.

“Whoa.”

He had to bite
back a snarl at her obvious interest in the other man. “Don’t bother, he wouldn’t
remember your name next week.”

Her smile
vanished, replaced by a frown that only appeared for a second, before she
cocked her head and gave him an amused look. “Jealous much?”

“I don’t get
jealous.” He protested, but he knew she was right. It had been years since he’d
felt so possessive of a woman. What was she doing to him?

“I’m not
interested in Ashton, Lex. I’m more interested in that tray of food he brought.
You asked him to get food for me?”

Lex shrugged,
and tried not to feel like a moron. “Of course. It’s a Dom’s duty to take care
of his sub. I assumed your stomach would be growling, and that might interrupt
my beauty sleep later, so…”

“Thank you.” She
murmured, watching him way too closely.

“You’re welcome.
Let’s eat, and then get back to that massage.” He said, taking a seat next to
her on the bed, and lifting the tray to his lap.

She accepted the
bites of food that he fed her, before lifting a piece of cheese to his lips.
When he took the bite, he nipped her fingers playfully, and she laughed growing
more relaxed by the moment.

“How did you
become a Dominant?”

The question
caught him off guard, and he had to take a long swig from the water bottle
before he could answer her. “The way most people do I suppose. I was a young
dumb kid, and I let my hormones lead me anywhere there was sex.”

She rolled her
eyes, “Surely there’s more to it than that. You didn’t just randomly decide to
be a Dom one day.”

Lex shrugged, “Yeah
I guess I kind of did. I was in college, and a girl I was fuck—er,
dating, asked me to join her at a munch. Do you know what a munch is?” When she
nodded, he continued, “I was curious, so I went, and afterwards, I couldn’t get
it out of my head. I started attending regular events, and eventually an experienced
Dom took me under his wing, and I began training. Killian came in about that
time too, and we trained together. Funny story, my
sister—Analise—found out about the lifestyle when she walked into
my apartment one day to find me using a violet wand on a sub. She asked me a
million questions, so many that my sub actually got dressed and left in a huff.
Next thing I know, she’s asking me to help her find someone to train her as a
Domme. After all these years, it feels like D/s has always been a part of my
life.”

“So you’ve known
Killian for a long time then.”

“More than
fifteen years. He’s one of my closest friends.” Lex answered, “Eat more or I
won’t answer your questions.”

She slid a
strawberry between her lush lips, and juice squirted down her chin making his
mouth water. Without even thinking about it he reached out and swiped his thumb
over the pink track, and then slid it into his own mouth.

It seemed to
rattle her a bit, and her eyes darkened. When she asked the next question, her
words were breathy, “What did you do before you were a pilot?”

“I went into the
Air Force right out of college, so I’ve been flying for my whole career. When I
got out of the military, I flew commercial for a couple of years, and then
signed on with Killian. Honestly, my life hasn’t been that exciting. I met my
ex as I was getting out of the military, and then Kaia came along. She’s my
whole world nowadays. Like I told you, I tried once a few years ago to have a
collared sub, but it didn’t work between us.” Lex answered honestly. He didn’t
usually talk about himself, so he was feeling very exposed. “It’s your turn to
answer a question for me.”

She pushed
herself into a better position, and smiled, “Okay, what do you want to know?”

“Why are you so
scared of being bound?”

Thankfully, she
didn’t freak out at his question, and her calm reaction surprised him. She
shrugged, and reached for a cracker. “I don’t know. It’s one of those phobias I’ve
just always had. When I was a kid I remember hating sleeping bags, and I’ve
never worn necklaces because I feel like they’re choking me. Even long ones
make me panic.”

Lex’s eyes
skimmed over her elegantly curved throat, “I wondered why you had bracelets,
but no other jewelry. I guess that means taking you camping is out of the
question, huh?”

“Have you ever
heard of glamping?” she asked, making him laugh. “Until now my phobia hasn’t
been a big deal, but when I started investigating BDSM I realized that it might
be a bigger issue. I don’t think I could ever wear a collar, and I know I
couldn’t let someone tie me up into one of those pretty rope braids.
Considering how bad I am as a sub too, maybe I’m not cut out for the lifestyle.”

Lex shushed her
with a finger over her lips, “You’re doing just fine, princess. Don’t worry so
much. I like the fact that you don’t always make it easy for me, and any Dom
worth his salt would understand and accommodate your fears. There are lots of
variations on collars nowadays.”

“Yeah, Foster
was telling me a bit about that. He said some people do anklets or tattoos.”

Horror filled
Lex’s chest, “No tattoos. You should never have a tattoo. It would mar your
perfect skin.”

Marley snorted
out a laugh, “Perfect skin? I have freckles all over my face. My skin is far
from perfect.”

Refusing to find
humor in the statement, Lex cupped her jaw and drew her lips to his before he
whispered, “It’s absolutely perfect the way it is, love.”

After a warm
moment of staring into each other’s eyes, they broke apart and returned to
their tray of snacks. They took turns playfully feeding each other, and filling
their stomachs. Once he was satisfied she was full, he put the food aside to
focus on getting his hands on her body once again.

Rolling her onto
her stomach, he straddled her hips and moved her hair away from her back
admiring the long line of her spine and her pale, white skin. He smiled when he
spotted the pink flush still adorning her ass cheeks from the spanking earlier.
“This is going to be cold when I start, but it will warm up quickly.”

She hissed out a
breath when he smoothed the cold cream over her tender ass, but she didn’t
flinch. He took his time, smoothing it over every inch of skin on her back,
bottom, and thighs, and when he finished, he rolled her so that he could begin
again on her front. She giggled when he massaged it into her belly button, and
then laughed out loud when he tried to do the same with her arm pits.

“I don’t
remember any of those muscles being used.” She said batting his hand away.

“You’d be
surprised what will hurt after a good hard fuck, princess. Besides, I wouldn’t
want to leave any bit of you feeling neglected.” He bent and pressed a kiss to
the smooth skin of her underarm, smiling when she giggled and arched away from
him. “Hmm. It seems someone has a ticklish spot.”

Her eyes went
wide and she jerked away, “No way! We’re not going there. I’m too tired for
tickling.”

Moving to
capture her lips, he kissed her as deeply as he could. His tongue mated with
hers, and they exchanged a breath. They were both panting when he finally
released her lips, and she smiled up at him. The nervous apprehension was gone
from her eyes now, replaced with relaxed pleasure.

“Is it my turn
to massage you now, Sir?”

His cock
twitched back to life, and he moaned, pressing his face between her breasts. “I’ve
never let one of my subs give me aftercare.”

“It’s not
aftercare exactly. I want to show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done
for me. Before tonight I wasn’t sure if BDSM really turned me on, or if it was
just the fantasy of it I liked. That spanking sealed the deal for me.” She
wrapped her arms around his neck, holding his head against her chest, and he
pressed his lips to the curve of her breast.

“Good, because
you have a lot to learn, sub.”

Throwing his
weight to the side, he rolled so that she was straddling him, her breasts
hanging in his face. She laughed, and dipped her head for a kiss. “Maybe I
should take a submissive training course?”

“Fuck, you have
to let me be there, please! Killian teaches the only course around here, and I
can’t wait to see his face when you offer him twenty dollars for your
punishment.” Lex said, laughing loudly now. She harrumphed, and then wiggled
her hips down until her soft pussy rode his half hard cock.

“Not laughing
now are you, Sir?” she said wickedly, bending her head to bite at his nipple.

Lex narrowed his
eyes, and reached to push her hair back from her face. “Just what are you
about, Marley-girl?”

“Nothing at all,
Sir” she said, batting her eyes innocently, “Just showing my appreciation for
your earlier performance. Enjoy it, would ya?”