Submissive Desires (12 page)

“I know this is going to fall on deaf ears, considering how stubborn you are – “ He heard her sharply indrawn breath of indignation, and watched her open her mouth to argue with him, and then close it again, having apparently decided that might not be the most intelligent thing to do. “But please try to relax. Really. I only want to pleasure you – and we both know that that involves some pain for you.”

Maura nodded forlornly, rubbing the back of her hand against her cheek for a moment in an almost childlike gesture of comfort, making Simon grin crookedly, but she couldn’t see it.

The first thing he wanted to do was to accustom her to his touch, and he did it by laying hands on her, at first on very neutral areas – her feet. He massaged her gently, all over, not avoiding her more private places, but not much acknowledging them, either. During the course of the massage, he naturally separated her legs, and she got so relaxed that she didn’t feel the compulsion to close them as she concentrated more and more on the wonderful warmth his fingers created as they glided along her skin.

The soft scent of lilacs drifted to her nose, and she realized that he had gloved his hands in a very slick, warm lotion that made them cruise along her flesh like stones skipping on calm water.

“Roll over.”

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Maura didn’t know why exposing her bottom to him seemed somehow even more intimate than exposing her front, but it did, and she took so long deciding whether or not to obey him that he smacked his palm down hard on the front of each thigh, giving her the needed impetus to do as she was told.

When she lay on her tummy, she grabbed the bars of the headboard again in a white-knuckled grip. But all he did was touch her quite innocently, and wonderfully – working kinks out of her muscles that she hadn’t known she had with deep, sure strokes of his fingers and hands, drawing long, low moans she hadn’t known she was capable of from her mouth. It sounded like he was already bringing her to ecstasy, and he hadn’t even touched her intimately yet, really.

Simon worked his way from the soles of her feet up the backs of her calves, her thighs, up and over those beautiful, heavy curves, sweeping up the graceful arch of her back to her shoulders. They were pulled so tight he was concerned they were going to snap. Well, he’d discovered where she’d stored all her nervousness – her shoulders were like rocks, they were so taut. He spent a long time relaxing that area, and all the way down to her fingertips, then up the back of her slender neck and into her scalp.

By the time he’d finished with her, she was as limp as so much over-boiled pasta. There wasn’t a tense muscle or bone in her body. The only area he couldn’t get to to soothe was the most important one –

her mind, which was still running a mile a minute, wondering how the heck she’d gotten herself into a situation like this, where she was naked on a big bed with a large, strong man that she had met on the Internet, of all places, with whom she was going to have sex, and who she was going to trust enough to tie her up and punish her at varying times during the next three days. Was she out of her mind, or what?

Simon could see the apprehension as it crept back into her body – slowly, to be sure, but it was making its way insidiously into her posture. For a long moment, he simply watched her, his hand on her bottom, then he made up his mind.

“Roll over.”

This time the time she took to get onto her back was pretty much entirely caused by the fact that she was still incredibly relaxed and her muscles didn’t necessarily want to cooperate with her fully. They wanted more of what Simon had done for them.

She remained mostly liquid, eyes still closed, until she heard him rustling around. He was obviously taking off his clothes, and Maura would have given her eye teeth to have seen him naked, but she resisted, not wanting to earn a punishment so early on in the weekend. She was sure there would be more than enough incidents and she didn’t need to go creating them.

She shivered once, and heard him cross the room. Seconds later, the radiator kicked on. He returned to the bed where she lay spread out like a sacrificial virgin, and this time when he came to her he meant business. His lips settled onto hers possessively, demanding a response from her that he knew she could give – had given to him in the past.

Having been caught unaware, she had no recourse but to let her body have its way, kissing him back with a fervor that, if she’d thought too much about it, she might have tried to curb, the taste and feel of his lips igniting sparks much lower as he cupped her head in his big hands, holding her quite still for his kiss. There was no room for compromise in his manner as he took her mouth, plundering confidently, nipping occasionally at the tip of her tongue or her lips, as if daring her to object.

Maura was much too overwhelmed to do so.

His mouth left a wet trail down over her chin, down the side of her neck to her collarbone while his hands sought and found her nipples, teasing their soft tips until they rose to greet his fingertips. He rewarded their eagerness by pinching them insistently and twisting them till she moaned, then releasing them and doing it all again, over and over, until his mouth came to the rescue of one of her tormented buds, soothing and suckling hard at first, then biting ever more insistently until she yelped out loud and opened her eyes, trying to arch up to alleviate the ache.

“Eyes,” he admonished sternly, and hers snapped shut, but she remained bowed until her lax muscles wouldn’t allow it any more, and he had just waited it out, his teeth still sunk into her nipple, watching as her upper body had to sink back onto the mattress, thus making his hold that much more 52

painful as he essentially kept her breast lifted away from her chest, its weight pulling painfully on his sharp grip on her budded out nipple.

Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow.

Simon released her, then captured the same nipple again and suckled it hard, all the while never leaving its twin alone, pinching and pulling it, flicking it mercilessly, and even spanking it once or twice, drawing such interesting squeals and moans from her that he swore his genitals grew another two inches or so in both circumference and length, although that was a physical impossibility – he’d been fully erect since he’d seen her, and he well knew his own limitations. But the sounds she was emitting were driving him up a wall, because he knew he was the cause of them.

He wondered if she would prove to be as creamy in real life as she’d always promised she was when they chatted – it seemed she christened herself if he but said hello to her, and he had to admit that he did find it flattering. His teeth still in possession of the last centimeter or two of her tender part, he let his free hand began to drift downwards.

Maura’s eyes flew open, then scrunched closed, hoping he hadn’t noticed. Her hands tightened on the rails of the headboard as she recognized where the drift of those fingers was going to take him.

What was it about him that made her both incredibly hot and incredibly apprehensive at the same time?

The combination was enough to make her head explode . . . or was that her clit?

He took his sweet time, too. She had a feeling that, when he was in a mood like this, nothing short of a nuclear explosion could make him move quickly. He tickled her ribs – unintentionally she was sure – he wasn’t the tickling sort, and the curve of her waist, then down over one hip to the very beginning of her tight, thinnish pubic hair.

She started, trying to wiggle out from under his hand. “Stay still, Maura. You’re mine and I want to touch you. I’m going to touch you.”

As reassurances went, it wasn’t much of one, but somehow it worked for her anyway. She loved the idea of being his, and somehow that helped her not to fight him as her mind suggested, but to reach out and find those elements of submission that had interested her in the first place, that had sparked her libido as far back as she could remember.

And suddenly, all of those feelings came crashing back to her with an incredible rush that made her stop breathing for a minute, just as his hand slid further down and his fingers claimed that area that was most hers to give, or not give, and she knew - with an uncomfortable but tingly jolt - that he was being bathed in her essence.

Simon had never been so truly elated about anything in his life. Most people who knew him would have said that he was just about as emotionless as possible for a human being, and in most cases they would be completely right. But this woman was different. How he reacted to her – and how she reacted to him – was highly unusual. He could have done without his own reactions to her, unpredictably annoying and uncontrollable as they were, but he loved hearing the tone of her voice change as they talked on the phone, how she wrote and chatted exactly as she spoke in real life – with an abundance of warmth and humor - and now how her body demonstrated in an entirely unmistakable manner just how much it appreciated his attentions. Even if parts of her mind might fight against him, she seemed to have found a way to let her body have what it wanted . . . and that gave him hope that eventually she’d conquer the more stubborn areas of her mind, too.

He knew that this was not easy for her in any way. Despite her gregarious outward demeanor, Maura was one of the most private people he knew – almost as private as he was, but for very different reasons. She was sexually interested, but very reserved, almost old fashioned about expressing it physically in person. Internet chatting was harmless and she exercised a lot of control in that situation.

Here and now, though, lying naked and stretched out on a bed with him while he held the heart of her in his hand, Simon recognized that it must’ve taken a tremendous strength of will to lie there and submit to him. Touched to the core – more than he would ever acknowledge to another living soul - he 53

leaned over and kissed her gently, tenderly, coaxing rather than taking her mouth until she was kissing him back helplessly.

Then he ruined it by breaking off the kiss and touching just the barest edges of his lips to her cheek, murmuring in a no-nonsense tone, “Spread your legs for me.”

She could not comply immediately – but he was giving her a lot of leeway . . . tonight. His hand remained steadfastly in place as her legs moved restlessly, drumming her heels against the mattress as if she was a little girl throwing a tantrum. It made him smile, but not relent one bit.

Maura puffed air angrily through her lips, still wiggling and squirming, not caring in the least that she looked like a disgruntled four year old. But nothing she was doing was having any effect on him in the least. His hand seemed permanently glued to her privates, riding her bucking and writhing like a cowboy with many years of experience at taming exactly this type of filly.

Finally she quieted, still puffing and blowing with in frustrated protestation, wondering in the back of her mind if his patience was pretty much unlimited – which she highly doubted – but also wondering just how far she could or should push him . . . the four year old metaphor was getting closer and closer to the truth, she realized, but refused to examine it more closely.

Slow, uncomfortable minutes passed – or were they years? – as they waited each other out, until Simon took matters into his own hands, as he realized he probably should have done much sooner. He took his hand off her pussy to smack it down, hard, on the front of her right thigh, then did the same to the left. Maura’s agonized cries began to fill the air as he continued to swat first one then the other leg, until she got the idea that he wasn’t going to stop until she obeyed him, and reluctantly – but faster than she might without the impetus he was providing.

He smacked that palm down on her until she had arranged herself to his tastes, open to an obscene extent, so much so that her outer lips were parted, and she knew that the evidence of her desire was dripping down onto the sheets below. His hand reclaimed the territory it had conquered earlier and then some, fingers naturally ending up very close to her entrance, gently opening that inner harbor to casually crook a fingertip and gather a sample of her honey, with a low groan at its sheer overwhelming amount. She’d told him sometimes when they spoke or chatted that he made her very wet, and now he knew for sure that she wasn’t exaggerating in the least. He couldn’t believe the sheer amount of honey she was producing – and it was all for – and because of – him – despite (or maybe because of) the way he was treating her.

It excited him to see his handprint still darkening on her thighs as he was bathed in her juices.

Simon brought a fingerful up her loosened crease until he felt that little bundle of nerves, stroking over it once very gently.

Maura sat straight up, her hand reaching between her legs automatically, wrapping around his thick, hairy wrist in a veritable stranglehold, and staring at him wide-eyed. Simon raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised at her reaction. Where did she think his hand was going to end up?

Neither of them said anything for a while – Simon didn’t move his hand a bit, and Maura didn’t relax and lie back down at all. It took her a shorter time to come to the realization that he wasn’t going to back down at all, and that, if she was going to accept him as her dominant, then she didn’t have a choice but to do as he preferred. But she fought it all the way, squirming and wiggling and clenching his wrist tight, her fingers leaving it slowly as she sank back down, clamping her legs tight in protest, then spreading them again, knowing he would make her do it anyway.

Simon stayed quiet, letting her calm down a little before he did anything more that would ruffle her prissy little feathers. Even though her body was back in the position he prescribed, he waited until she’d closed her eyes before he moved again, wetting his index and third fingers at her font and worrying that wondrous nub, watching her muscles clenched as she squirmed, almost trying to get away, but not quite. Still, he didn’t let it deter him from stroking over her, enjoying her moans and indrawn breath, the way she panted and then licked her lips, arching slightly as if wanting throw his hand off, but not quite daring to.