The Submissive

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Pure adrenaline shot right through me. I surely never thought I’d be looking forward to this.
You’ll be begging for my cock.
I had no reason to think he was wrong.
“Undress me,” he said.
Trembling, I slid the jacket from his shoulders, feeling his firm muscles, powerful and hard under his shirt. I had to see them. I unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it from his pants. Unbuckled his belt. Pushed his pants and boxers down his h*ps and feasted on the sight of his erection.
“All for you,” he said. “Because you did so well at dinner tonight, I’ll let you have a little taste.”
I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. We both moaned. He wrapped my hair around his hands and thrust in and out of my mouth.
Mmmm. His taste.
Much too soon, he pulled back and helped me to my feet. I was a little unsteady.
“Undress for me,” he said. “Slowly.”
I stepped out of my shoes, reached behind my back and undid the zipper. Pushed the dress slowly down my arms. His eyes were hungry, like he wanted to devour me. The dress fell to a puddle at the floor. I undid my bra and added it to the pile.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I brought my hands to my br**sts and rubbed them, circling them slowly, dragging my fingers across my nipples. Pinched them. Rolled them between my fingertips. Squeezed harder because it hurt so good. I ran one hand down my side, across my hips, circled my bellybutton and stroked lower. Rocked into my palm.
“Enough,” he said. “Come here.”
I walked to the bed, feeling the wetness drip onto my thighs. He grabbed me by the waist and flipped me so I was under him. His hands and teeth explored everywhere. Biting and scraping me. Pinching and taunting. I was overwhelmed by pure sensation.
I moaned with my need for him, glad he wasn’t telling me to be quiet, because I knew I couldn’t.
His hands grew less frantic and his nibbles softer. I strained against him, wanting him back. Needing him back. Something. Please.
He turned me so I was on my side, my back to his chest, and took the tube of lubricant at my elbow. When he touched me again, his fingers were warm and slick.
How did he get it warm?
Like the previous weekend, one finger circled my cl*t while the other one slipped in the lower hole. He took his time, moving slowly, stretching me, eventually adding a second finger.
Why did it feel so good?
The finger at my cl*t rubbed softly and I thrust against it, wanting it harder. Rougher. His other hand lifted my leg and he slipped in behind me—his warm, slick c**k pressing against my opening.
He moved forward, pressing the head into me. I gasped as I stretched. Surely he wouldn’t fit. There was no way. But he held still, working my cl*t again. Relaxing me. Moved forward a little, stretching me. It hurt, but I trusted Nathaniel. I knew he wanted my pleasure as well.
He slowly worked his way inside, pushing against the natural resistance and then held totally still after he popped the head of his c**k in. Allowing me time to adjust. He stopped circling my cl*t and took my hand. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Ow, ow, ow.
I waited until I could be honest. “Yes.”
He squeezed my hand and kissed the back of my neck. “You’re doing great.”
And just that simply, I was his.
I heard something turn on. The vibrator. One hand held me close to him and with the other he ran the vibrator gently down my body until it came to rest at my wet entrance. He slowly pushed it in while working his c**k deeper.
I was stretching in ways I never knew possible. Being filled two ways. I didn’t know I could feel so full. But he was still moving, still pushing forward. Inch by inch. All the way.
Oww.
“Still okay?” he asked, and his voice was strained.
“Yes,” I answered, my voice matching his.
Again he was still. Making sure I was fine, giving me the time I needed to adjust.
Slowly, I focused on the buzzing inside me that felt so good. He started to move, both his c**k and the vibrator, working them opposite each other. I held still, awash once again in sensation. Allowing it to sweep over me.
I sucked in my breath through my teeth. The pain mixed with the pleasure. It was too much, too much. I gasped as he moved a little faster. The buzzing overtook me, vibrated throughout my whole body.
I wasn’t going to last long. Nathaniel’s breathing grew heavy, uneven, and my belly tightened. Something was building, building deep inside and threatening to shatter me.
I whimpered as the feeling grew. I’d never felt anything so intense. So utterly and completely intense. I couldn’t bear it. In and out he moved. His cock. The vibrator. He kept on and kept on and the vibrator was hitting a new place now.
Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please.
Almost. Almost. Almost.
“Yes!” I screamed as the world shattered all around me in bright flashes of light.
He thrust one more time and released into me. I shuddered as a second orgasm hit.
I was vaguely aware of water running.
I tried to roll over, but my body wouldn’t work. I felt that weak.
Two arms lifted me and carried me into the bathroom. The light was dimmed, barely enough for me to see as he placed me carefully in the warm water.
He took his time bathing me. Washed me tenderly, taking care to be gentle. He was still n**ed and he must have been cold, but all his attention was focused on me. When he was finished, he took me from the tub, sat me on the edge, and dried me completely with soft towels.
“You were wonderful,” he whispered, brushing my hair. “I knew you would be.”
Then he lifted me in his arms, carried me to my bed, and tucked me in.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The sound of hushed voices from the living room woke me the next morning. I rolled over and squinted at the clock beside my bed. Seven-thirty.
Seven-thirty!
I sprang from the bed and threw my robe on before I realized I wasn’t at Nathaniel’s house. I was in the hotel. In Tampa. There was no kitchen. No need for me to fix breakfast.
Relieved, I sat back down on the bed and noticed the bottle of water and two ibuprofen on the bedside table. This reminder of his care for me made me all tingly inside.
I swallowed the pills with the cold water and went into the bathroom to get dressed. Elaina and Linda hadn’t said what time to meet them at the spa, so I took my time showering and getting ready. To be honest, I spent most of my time thinking about the previous night.
I’d thought the night in the library had changed everything for Nathaniel and me, but looking back, I knew I’d been mistaken. The night before changed everything.
Last night I had been worried about wearing my collar to the spa. This morning I’d walk across broken glass for Nathaniel. Or hot coals. Broken glass with hot coals sprinkled around. Anything, absolutely anything he wanted me to do, I’d do. And I’d wear the collar to the spa with pride.
I walked out into the main living room. Nathaniel sat at the dining table adjoining the living area. I dropped my head when I saw him.
“Come sit down and have breakfast, Abigail,” he said.
I walked to the table. It must have been room service knocking that woke me up. My food was still warm. Bacon, eggs, fruit, and toast. Fresh orange juice and coffee. My stomach gave a loud gurgle.
“Linda and Elaina want you and Felicia up in the spa at nine-thirty,” he said. “I’m not sure what they have planned, but apparently you won’t finish until sometime this afternoon.”
Suddenly, I was a bit sad I wouldn’t spend the day with him. Our one whole weekend day and I’d be at a spa and he’d be golfing. Ridiculous that I’d be sad, but I was.
I ate in silence, thinking about how I could get out of spending the day away from Nathaniel—perhaps I could complain of a stomach-ache, a sudden case of flu, maybe the ever-popular PMS. But it was a spa day and I would be with Elaina and Felicia and Linda.
And there was always the coming night…
When I finished eating, Nathaniel told me to stand.
He walked behind me. “Elaina and Felicia know of our lifestyle. I’d like to think my aunt doesn’t, but even if she does—” he unlatched the collar “—there’s no reason to flaunt it in her face.” He walked around to face me. “You’ll get your collar back this afternoon.”
I dropped my head.
He lifted my chin with his finger and his eyes sparkled as they looked into mine. “You’re still mine. Even with this off.”
That made me all tingly again.
I met Felicia outside the spa. “Felicia,” I said, jogging up to her. “Hey!”
She turned to me, all smiles. “Hey, how was your night?”
I was certain my smile rivaled hers. “Earth-shattering,” I said, wiggling both eyebrows.
She took my arm. “I so do not want to hear this. Ask me how my evening was.”
Which was just as well—I really didn’t feel like sharing my evening with her. “How was your evening?”
“Oh, Abby,” she said, blissful. “It was perfect. After dinner we went down to the waterfront. It was so funny, Jackson trying to be inconspicuous and failing, because you have seen him, right? There’s nothing inconspicuous about him. People kept walking up to him, wanting shirts signed and all. And he was so nice to everyone, even though you could tell he just wanted us to be alone. But we finally found this quiet little spot and we just talked and talked and guess what?”
She didn’t stop long enough for me to guess. Rhetorical question, obviously.
“He doesn’t want to play pro football much longer,” she said. “He wants to retire soon and coach high school. And Abby, he wants four kids.”
To anyone else, this would have been a statement of fact, but for Felicia…it was so much more. She’d wanted a large family from the first day I met her.
“After he dropped that little bit on me,” she continued, “I told him how I wanted to open a school and he didn’t think it was funny or strange at all.” She stopped walking and grabbed both my hands. “I’m probably being stupid, but Abby, I think he’s the one.”
I hugged her. “I don’t think you’re being stupid at all. And I’m so very, very happy for you.”
“Thanks. Hey, where’s your—” she waved at my throat “—thingie.”
“It’s a collar.” I rolled my eyes. “Nathaniel didn’t want to flaunt our lifestyle in front of Linda. She doesn’t know.”
Elaina and Linda arrived soon after we did and we were all escorted around the spa. We ended up in a plush locker room, where we were given schedules for the day and bathrobes. We all had separate services scheduled for the first part of the morning, but we’d meet up again for lunch.
Felicia and I went off to change.
“Damn, Abby,” Felicia said. She pointed to my back.
“What?” I said, twisting around.
“You’ve got a scratch mark or a bite on your shoulder. What were you doing last night?”
I sighed, remembering.
“On second thought,” she said, “never mind. I don’t want to know.”
We were called then and went our separate ways—Felicia to a massage and me to a facial.
The facial was completely relaxing. I actually fell asleep halfway through. Not that it would have been difficult. The bench was warm and covered with fluffy towels. Soft music played in the background and the room smelled like spicy lavender.
The technician shook me gently to wake me up and then led me to a room down the hall for my massage.
It started with a salt scrub. Again, lavender, this time combined with the gentle exfoliation of salts. I washed the salt off in a large shower with multiple showerheads.
But thinking about showers got me thinking about Nathaniel and the bath he had given me the night before. His hands. The way he washed me—almost reverently. And then he’d taken his time to brush out my hair and dry every part of me…