Submission Revealed (23 page)

She shifted again and winced as she moved her arm wrong. Phillip’s eyes narrowed. “Looks like I need to find a way to keep you still, slave.”

The word ran like electricity through her veins. Her eyes flashed and a slow, sexy smile spread across her face as the slut inside awakened. She watched him rifle through a box against the wall, coming back with a silk scarf and several pairs of pantyhose.

“Sit up, slave.”

He helped her to rise and she sat cross-legged on the bed.

“Cradle your cast with your good arm.”

Sarah did so and tried to remain patient while Phillip fashioned a second sling out of the scarf. Using the pantyhose, he tied her arm to her body, effectively preventing her from moving either one. Looking satisfied, he laid her down with her head on the pillows and stood back to survey his work. The heat grew inside her and she spread her legs suggestively.

He didn’t laugh. Her actions didn’t even bring a smile. His cock stood fully at attention and Sarah longed to feel him enter her. Not even a full month had passed, yet she felt as needy as she had that first night she had allowed him to take her to his place. He simply stood, his hand seemingly absently running over the length of his cock as he stared down at her.

“Master, please…touch me.” Her pussy creamed as she gave him his title and settled deeper into her own submissive sexuality.

“I like the way you beg, slave.”

If she’d had hands available, she doubted she could have remained still. Her eyes focused on the object of her need—his cock. Thick veins wove over its length, bringing life and strength. The swollen tip, dark purple with blood, would be soft and velvety if she ran her tongue over it. Although she couldn’t see it, she knew his pre-cum had already collected in the cloven spot and her mouth watered with the desire to taste it. She gave up more of her self-control and begged again even though she couldn’t decide where she wanted it more, her mouth or her pussy. “Oh, please, Sir. Please let me feel your cock. Please?”

To be so near her and yet have to be so careful of her tormented him. Phillip wanted to give the monster inside him full rein and ravage her body, yet knew he needed to be careful. Her words, her submission, her bound body all combined… He mounted the bed, kneeling between her spread legs.

“Those pillows need to be somewhere else, slave.” He reached up and took them from behind her raised head, his cock brushing her thigh in the process. Schooling himself, he refused to let her see the shock that shot through him. After three long weeks without her and with the animal rattling his cage inside him, Phillip knew he needed to master both if he didn’t want to hurt her arm while seeking his own satisfaction.

Slipping the pillows under her ass, he raised her pussy and saw the cream gathered there. For the first time since he had walked into the bedroom, he smiled. “You are a very horny slave, aren’t you?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes, Sir, I am. I’m so damn horny, I could fuck a wine bottle! Now take me, damn it! Please?”

He laughed and the world settled back to rights. He wet his cock with the moisture from her pussy. “Nice begging, slave.” His voice was dry but her words inflamed him. Supporting himself on his hands, he didn’t hesitate further but pushed himself against her, forcing her pussy lips apart. Under him, she closed her eyes, her body relaxing.

“Yes, Sir…that’s just right.”

She didn’t speak again but sighed and moaned as her body moved under his, pulling him in deeper with each push he made. Phillip watched her, unable to take his eyes off her. He had almost lost her in that accident and then, through the mistake of an eager officer, had been unable to comfort her all that time. The least he could do was to give her bliss to make up for it all.

He kept his rocking deliberately slow, even though it pained him to do it. The tightness wanted to explode but he held back. This was his gift to her. He gasped for air with the exertion and when her pussy muscles contracted around his cock and her moans became cries of fulfillment, he, too, groaned and let the tension go, to flood out of his cock and into her body in wave upon wave of pent-up deprivation.

And when he was spent, he pulled out and gathered tissues to clean her before cleaning himself, the tissues sticking to his cock. He grinned. There was plenty of time for a shower in the morning. For now, he pulled the pillows from under her ass and threw them to the floor. Reaching down, he pulled the sheet and blankets up over them and pulled her still-bound body into his arms.

“I love you, Sarah-my-slave.”

“And I love you, Phillip-my-Master.” Her good arm slipped around to gather him closer.

“Wait, I tied that arm…”

“Poorly,” she chuckled. “You were trying to be too careful of my broken arm and the knots were loose.” She snuggled into him. “I don’t mind. Just more proof that you really do love me.” He heard a muffled snort. “I’ll even tell ‘em that in court.”

He leaned away so he could look into her eyes. “You’re not my accuser, so you don’t really need to be at the trial.”

She looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m going to be there. I kept trying to tell them at the hospital, and that detective who came ‘round asking me questions—I told him too. You didn’t beat me up and I didn’t want that stupid order of protection.”

“But I did beat you up.”

“Only because I wanted it. And it wasn’t really beating. There’s a difference.”

“Not in the eyes of the law.”

“Yes, in the eyes of the law.” Sarah set her jaw. Phillip had seen that determination before. His slave was no doormat, that was for darn sure. She pulled off the scarf and pantyhose ties and Phillip helped her as he let her continue her tirade. Obviously this, too, had been building for a while.

“The key word is ‘consensual’. I wanted it…they can’t punish you when I asked you to cane me.” She glowered at him. “You bet yer booties I’ll be at that trial. Right at your side.”

He pulled her close and kissed her and when it ended, his eyes twinkled. “I couldn’t have a better champion.”

She didn’t answer but only snuggled deeper into his arms. Feeling content, he wrapped his arms around her in protection, even though he wasn’t sure who was protecting whom at the moment. He drifted off to sleep, finally at peace with the world.

* * * * *

Celebrating, Sarah and Phillip went out to breakfast after their first night together since the order of protection had been lifted. The small diner wasn’t crowded so they had the entire end of the place to themselves. The sun hid behind the clouds and rain threatened to fall. In the soft light from the window, Sarah gazed across the booth at Phillip, her gaze drinking him in. In truth, she was half afraid this was another fever-induced dream and that he’d disappear into some drugged-out haze.

She loved the way his dark hair curled around his ears giving her just enough to run her fingers through. She loved how his eyes could twinkle with mischief or darken with desire, sometimes changing in a flash. And she loved his quiet strength, not only physically represented in those wonderfully broad shoulders of his but also living deep in his soul. Not being able to protect her these past few weeks had been torture for him and she understood that.

Still, what he had just told her had rattled him, she could see it in his eyes. “So let me get this straight…” Her own eyes narrowed as she rephrased and digested his latest piece of information. “The court wants you to plead guilty to some misdemeanor charge, pay a fine and be done?” She looked at him askance. “Why? Not that I’m not grateful they don’t want to throw the book at you,” Sarah hurried to qualify her question. “But it doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Ray says he thinks it’s because they know they don’t have a strong case. They can subpoena you and put you on the stand but apparently that detective you talked to doesn’t think you’ll help their case. As soon as you claim what we did was consensual, he thinks the jury will find in favor of us…of me.”

“It was consensual. Does this lawyer of yours think you ought to plead guilty to this lesser charge? Why, if he’s sure you can win in court?”

Phillip shook his head. “No, Ray wants to go all the way. But he wanted me to know that the district attorney is talking deal in order to save time and money.”

“Well, I don’t think you should take the offer.”

She loved the little lopsided grin he got when she surprised him. He’d sat back in the booth as the waitress delivered two steaming cups of hot chocolate, both piled high with whipped cream out of a can. Sarah scooped off the maraschino cherry from the top and plopped it on Phillip’s cup. “Here. I don’t like them much.”

“Good.” He popped one after the other into his mouth, putting the stems off to the side. “I knew we made a good pair.” But then Phillip’s eyes did the twinkle-to-serious change and Sarah felt her chest tighten as his voice dropped. “Tell me, slave, why you think I shouldn’t just take the plea deal.”

When it was just the two of them, at home, playing by themselves, that word always gave her a warm glow. In public, a stab of pleasure mixed with embarrassment arrowed directly to her pussy. With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure the waitress wasn’t within hearing distance, she gave her answer.

“Because it’ll send a message. There’s a line between abuse and fun and the line changes all the time. That makes it difficult to legislate. But maybe a case like this can help create more guidelines so the cops won’t jump in where they really don’t need to and they can spend their time arresting
real
bad guys!”

She laughed as Phillip chuckled. Even to her own ear, her words sounded lame.

A new thought occurred to her. She sipped at her hot chocolate, choosing her words carefully. “On the other hand, Sir, you’re an entrepreneur with a company to think of. I know you sold it off but the stock options you kept will plummet if the publicity gets out of hand. If pleading guilty to a misdemeanor and paying a few bucks now saves you embarrassment and more money down the line, I could understand if you choose the plea bargain.

“Of course, you will then have a record for a crime you didn’t commit. Hell, there was no crime. And if you let them get away with it, then who’s to stop the authorities from coming after all of us? After Will and Jill and Anton and Lady Aleshia and even me?” She sat up straighter as logic circled around again. “Phillip-my-Master, I love you and no matter what you do, I’ll support you.”

“And does that include postponing the wedding again?”

His eyes were dark and Sarah couldn’t quite tell from them where he was heading. Deliberately setting her cup on the table, she’d sat back, a slight frown creasing her brow. “I’m not sure why we’d need to. We already missed our first appointment at city hall.” The irony that he had actually been there while she’d been forced to remain away from him wasn’t lost on her. He was getting to know that building on a much more intimate basis than either of them ever expected him to.

“In this state, a wife is not allowed to testify against her husband.”

Sarah shook her head, not getting Phillip’s point. “I wouldn’t be testifying against you, I’d be testifying for you.”

“Exactly! Ray and I want you to testify, because it’s your testimony that will sway the jury in my favor.”

“So why can’t we get married before the trial?”

“Because, love, if we’re not married, you can get up on the stand and clear my name. If we do get married, you can’t testify at all.”

Understanding came in a flash. “We can’t get married!”

Phillip laughed and behind the counter, the waitress smiled to see two young people so in love.

“No, you’re right, Phillip. We’re just going to have to wait a little longer.” Sarah thought of her apartment, with the packed boxes now half unpacked and of her lease. “I’ll have to ask the landlord for another month’s extension. I’ve been a good tenant so he didn’t mind when I asked him for this month. Maybe he won’t mind another…”

Phillip loved the way she bit the side of her lip when she puzzled out a problem. It gave her a pixieish air, like a little sprite trying to figure out how much mischief she could get into.

“Why not just move in with me?”

“Before we’re married?”

He laughed at the shock on her face. “This is the twenty-first century, you know. People do sometimes live together before the wedding date.”

Across from him, Sarah rolled her eyes. “I know. And it’s not exactly like I’m saving myself for marriage…” Her cheeks turned a pretty pink color when the waitress came up from behind her at that precise moment. To the woman’s credit, the server’s face didn’t change one iota as she delivered their meal, in spite of the fact that she had to have heard Sarah’s comment. Phillip made a mental note to give the waitress an extra-big tip for her discretion.

Once alone again, he brought the subject back up. “I think it’s fair to say we’ve established we’re sexually compatible, slave.” He loved watching her reactions when he surprised her. She wiggled on the vinyl seat and Phillip got a flash of an idea. Not for today, but for sometime in the future when he was feeling particularly wicked. He let it slide, content to watch her react to words alone.

“Yes, Sir,” she finally murmured. “That’s one thing that’s a definite. We have compatibility. Lots and lots of compatibility.” He watched a wicked grin try to spread across her lips. But she quelled it by biting off a piece of bacon and glancing to see the waitress’s whereabouts.