The Billionaire's Submission

The Billionaire's
Submission

By K. Matthew

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My
forbidden box was hidden at the back of my storage room, beckoning to
me. It seemed a bit silly to go through such a struggle getting to it
when I wasn't even sure Garret would bend to my will. Still,
fantasies of thick leather whipping against his hard pale flesh
spurred me onward.

Garret
had spent the last month teaching me how to love myself again, and
now it was time for me to teach him how I liked to love. With PVC, a
riding crop, and handcuffs. He would submit to my will, or we would
not marry. Those would be my terms. I absolutely refused to live out
the rest of my life with a man who couldn't satisfy my desires, no
matter how beautiful or wealthy he was.

Finally,
I reached the oblong box that held all the BDSM toys I had collected
over the years. Opening it up was like a blast from the past, when I
was young and fit and attractive and aggressive. At least, the last
part hadn't changed. Silently, I chastised myself. Alright, maybe I
didn't love myself completely, but I had made leaps and bounds since
hooking up with Garret.

A
variety of toys filled the box. Whips, handcuffs, blindfolds,
paddles, nipple clamps, riding crops, and samples of lube that were
long expired. The lube would get thrown away, of course, but
everything else just needed a good dusting off before it would be
ready for use. I could feel a delicious clenching in my lower area
from thoughts of using each and every one of them on Garret. Images
of him splayed on the bed, exposed for my pleasure, naked and
vulnerable, were enough to make me want to rub one out right then and
there.

“
Patience,”
I whispered down to my pussy, which was quickly becoming wet from
desire.

With
the box in hand, I returned to my car. It was time to head to
Garret's mansion to give him my long-awaited decision. I had left him
hanging for almost an entire week, thoughts of his bold mall proposal
and my indecision muddying our relationship with awkwardness ever
since. The tension needed to end, one way or another.

I
left the box in the trunk of my car as I ascended the walkway. The
door was opened before I had even reached it, and Mister Sexy Blonde
Adonis was waiting expectantly for me in a pair of sweatpants that
hung seductively from his hips. If the mood wasn't so strained, I
would have been tempted to pounce on him where he stood, rip his
sweatpants down, and mount him like a stallion, taking what was mine.

“
I
missed you, Mia,” he said to me as I slid into his embrace.

“
I
missed you too, love.” My heart melted against his firm chest,
thoughts of lust replaced by something far deeper. Would I really be
willing to sacrifice that if he didn't comply with my demands?

Garret
led me into the dining room where he surprised me with a romantic
dinner. Two white taper candles surrounded a bouquet of fresh-cut red
roses, adding to the ambiance.

“
You
shouldn't have,” I said, meaning it. My stomach was too twisted
in knots to want to eat.

“
Well,
I did, so it looks like you have no choice but to join me for
dinner,” he joked, pulling out my chair for me to sit down.

I
stared down at the shrimp in what appeared to be a white wine butter
sauce. The dish looked scrumptious, but my stomach was in no mood
for.

Garret
took his seat, and I could almost feel his blue eyes burning into me.
“So, have you made your decision?”

“
There's
something you need to know about me before I can say yes.”

The
tension rose with my words. It was almost palpable in the air as he
inhaled deeply.

“
This
is where you drop a bomb on me, isn't it?” He sounded
distraught, as if all the work he had done towards his trust issues
had been destroyed with that one sentence. “This is where you
tell me you have kids, or some incurable disease, or—”

“
It's
nothing like that,” I cut him off quickly, before his mind
wandered too far off the mark.

“
Well,
lay it on me.” Garret gestured toward me, obviously still
expecting something horrific.

“
I
want to tie you down,” my voice was small and shy.

“
That's
it?” he asked in disbelief and then let out a tense laugh. “How
much more tied down can a man be than in marriage?”

“
No,
I mean . . . I want to tie you to the bed . . . and spank you.”

His
blue eyes shot up to the ceiling as an ear to ear grin crossed his
lips. “That's it?”

“
Yes,
that's it. If you let me do it, then I'll say yes to your proposal.”
I wanted to smile back, but he had no idea what he was really in for.

“
Alright,”
Garret sighed deeply, happy. “I can eat in peace then.”

While
his nerves seemed to have calmed down, mine were still twisting my
stomach into nausea. It wasn't as simple as I had made it sound. What
I wanted from his body was far more intense than the light playful
spanking I was sure he had in mind. I yearned to hear him whimper
beneath the stroke of my hand, see his pale skin turn pink from welts
I placed on him.

“
Have
you ever let a woman tie you down before?” I asked finally,
unable to do more than bat my food around on the plate.

“
Once,”
Garret admitted. “It was fun.”

“
What
did she do to you when you were tied down?”

“
I
don't kiss and tell.” He smiled teasingly.

“
Did
she spank you?”

“
No.”

“
Did
she whip you?”

Garret
set his fork down, giving me a quizzical look. It seemed that my
point was finally sinking in. “Did you used to be some kind of
dominatrix or something?”

“
Would
it scare you if I said yes?” A wicked grin crossed my lips at
his interest.

“
I'm
not sure. I've never really been into rough play before.”

“
We
can take things slow,” I averted my eyes, afraid he might try
to back out. “Like you did with me. It took a long time before
I could tolerate your touch, but now I love it.”

“
I
don't think pain is quite the same thing.” I could tell Garret
was liking the idea less and less by the minute.

“
Have
you ever tried it?”

“
No.”

“
Then
how do you know you don't like it?”

“
I'm
not a fan of pain, in general,” he said, huffing down the rest
of his food as if he feared he might lose his appetite.

“
Well,
if you want to marry me, then you have to at least give it a try,”
I said firmly, standing to leave the table.

“
Where
are you going?”

“
To
my car. I need to get some things, and then I'll meet you in the
bedroom.”

Garret's
expression was deadpan as I left the dining room. I wasn't sure if
his unhappiness stemmed from the prospect of what was to come or from
the fact that I had left him to clear the table and do the dishes.
The truth was, standing up to him had taken everything in me. My
heart had told me to melt down and drop the subject, but my body
refused to give in. Most men said they had needs. Well, I had needs
too.

With
my night bag in hand, I waited patiently in the bedroom. Well, maybe
not patiently. My palms were sweating from anticipation of his
rejection. What would I do if he refused to agree to be handcuffed to
the bed? He would have a valid excuse not to want me to do it. After
all, at the same time I had been getting over my self-esteem issues,
Garret had been working on his trust issues. Surely, allowing me to
tie him down would push his boundaries.

My
heart thundered against my chest as I listened to Garret's footsteps
approaching.
Be strong, Mia
, I told myself.
You're a sexy
beautiful dominant woman. You can make him bend to your will.

Garret
looked stressed as he rounded the corner, his eyes instantly landing
on my night bag, though there was no suspicion in them. It was
becoming normal for me to pack a bag when I planned on staying the
night, which was so often I might as well move in. I imagined the
invitation was soon to follow the acceptance of his proposal. It was
only a matter of time.

“
I'm
guessing you want to try this tonight?” Garret ran a hand
through his tousled blonde hair. The sight of him looking so nervous
was somehow arousing, yet nerve racking at the same time. I was about
to explore a part of him where no other woman had gone before. It was
a very satisfying feeling.

“
The
sooner, the better.”

“
So,
what do you want me to do?”

“
Just
lay on the bed with your arms outstretched towards the bed posts.”

As
Garret went to do as he was told, I rummaged through my bag. I had
brought four pairs of police issue handcuffs. None of the fake fuzzy
handcuff crap with the safety locks. I firmly believed in doing
bondage right, and that meant my subordinate would have no way of
escaping on his own.

My
eyes met Garret's as I snapped the first handcuff around his wrist.
“I promise we'll take things slow. I won't hurt you tonight.”
I leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips, and he seemed to relax.

After
Garret's other wrist was secured, I zipped my bag back up. Tonight
would be a test run—slow and steady. Leaving his legs untied
would allow him some freedom of movement and perhaps make him feel a
bit more comfortable about being tied down.

“
Now
what?” Garret asked, obviously having a hard time getting into
the mood.

“
Are
you comfortable?” I slowly unbuttoned the front of my shirt.

“
As
comfortable as I can be handcuffed to a bed,” his words were
sarcastic as ever.

“
Brat.”
I smiled at him, shrugging the shirt off onto the floor. “I'll
make you enjoy it. I promise.”

“
We
shall see.”

Slowly,
I undressed in front of Garret, making him strain his neck to look up
and watch me. It was a torture in its own, but more self-inflicted.
Soon, I was naked and exposed, my curvy body presented for his
viewing pleasure.

“
Only
a month ago, I wouldn't have been able to stand here in front of you
like this,” I told him. “It's proof that people can
change and adapt. I've adapted to what you like, and soon you'll
adapt to what I like.”

“
If
you say so.”

“
I
do.” I grinned at him, crawling up onto the bed and leaning
down for a chaste kiss. My nipples rubbed against his chest,
hardening from the contact. “I want you to ache with desire for
me.”

“
I
can ache with desire for you without being tied down.”

“
If
you keep being mouthy, I'll gag you,” I warned, wishing he
would just relax and enjoy the ride.

“
Isn't
that what dominatrix's do to their subs anyway?”

“
Well,
I'd much prefer your lips for kissing,” I whispered before
silencing Garret with a passionate kiss. His mouth moved hungrily
against mine, his tongue exploring with the gentleness I had come to
expect from him. As I pulled away, Garret's body moved to pursue me,
held back by the restraints. I grinned wickedly at his wanton eyes.