Saved by Submission

by Laney Rogers

  What he didn’t know, was whether he’d be able to wait till morning, before thrusting himself into her hot, sweet pussy once again.

  Chapter Nine

  Both Jacob and Megan woke to the wonderful aroma of bacon wafting through the house.

  Megan lay there, warm and comfortable in the arms of her Dom, and it was difficult to decide what she wanted more—to stay here for at least the next hour, or go to the kitchen and fill her empty stomach.

  In the end, the decision was made for her when her stomach gave a long, hungry rumble. Jacob laughed and pulled the comforter from her body.

  “Good morning, sweetheart. I think, from the sound of it, we’d better get you fed.”

  “Oh, just one more minute,” she begged, trying to pull the cover back over her body.

  He swatted her ass, and she yelped. Her bottom was still tender from the strapping, and she frowned at him, quickly changing her expression when she saw the look on his face.

  Quickly, she scrambled from the bed. “I’m up, Sir, I’m up!”

  His frown changed to a lazy grin. “You look edible, standing there, all flushed and rumpled. Maybe we will stay in bed a little longer.”

  “But your grandmother has cooked breakfast, Sir. She’s expecting us, remember?”

  Megan was backing away very slowly while she spoke, not wanting to appear rude to Eileen who was probably waiting for them, right now, in the kitchen.

  Jacob lay there, with his hands behind his head, and let his eyes travel over her luscious curves and full breasts. It was going to be a lesson in self-control, that was for sure.

  “Okay, sweetie, five minutes in the shower, or I’m coming in after you.”

  He pointed to a door at the side of the room, and Megan, not needing to be told twice, hurried over there.

  Jacob had done an amazing job with the room. It was obvious that it was newly renovated, but was in keeping with the age of the house, with a black and white mosaic floor, a huge white cast iron tub, and a small chandelier with glass droplets. Stained glass filled the small window, giving a certain warmth and splendor to her surroundings.

  She jumped and turned when she felt a hand run over her ass. She hadn’t heard him come in, she’d been so absorbed taking in the décor.

  “It is a bit over the top, I admit,” he said, grinning. “I let Rachel design the room after she and Mat had looked around the house when I first bought it. She was so appalled at the mold and the old, crusty bath, and I was too busy with work. Do you approve?”

  Megan nodded. “It’s incredible,” she said, taking in the old fashioned towel holder filled with huge, fluffy, red towels, standing in front of a massive cast iron radiator. “I’m scared to touch anything.”

  Jacob went to the tub and turned the taps on. He pushed a small lever to the right and water cascaded down into the bathtub from an antique looking shower head. He pulled the shower curtain across, and grabbed a towel from the rail.

  “Five minutes, sub, remember?” He lifted her chin, planted a kiss on her lips, and then swatted her ass before leaving the room.

  A minute later, after using the facilities, Megan stood in the tub, her eyes closed, letting the warm water refresh her. She used Jacob’s soap and shampoo, and then rinsed herself off until her body squeaked with cleanliness.

  Wrapped in the huge towel, she went back into the bedroom and saw that he had put her bags on the bed for her.

  “My turn,” he said, kissing her shoulder as he walked past.

  When he returned, Megan was dressed, and ready to go downstairs. “I’m impressed,” he said, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Most women seem to need an hour or more to get ready in the morning.”

  His comment was mostly lost on her. She was too busy taking in his body while he stood in front of her, so obviously at ease with his nakedness.

  When she finally met his eyes, she blushed and he laughed.

  “It’s okay to look, sweetie. It’s nice to be appreciated.” With that, he pulled on a fresh pair of jeans, and a thick, cable sweater, and grabbed her hand. “Come on, I need to feed my hungry sub.”

  “At last,” Eileen exclaimed when the two of them entered the kitchen. “I was about to give up on you and eat the whole lot myself.” She gestured to the heaped plates of bacon, scrambled eggs and sausage on the table, and then to the chairs. “Sit down, and I’ll make some fresh coffee. There’s juice on the table, and more bacon keeping warm in the oven.”

  After twenty minutes, Megan was so full she could hardly move. Cooking hadn’t exactly been top of the list of priorities back at the apartment, and both women had pretty much survived on fast food.

  She put her fork down and held her stomach, groaning, and both Jacob and his grandmother laughed. “Thank you so much, Eileen. I can’t remember when I had a breakfast that good.”

  Eileen looked Megan up and down. “Yes, well you young girls never eat enough in my opinion.” She leaned over, and refilled Megan’s coffee cup. “You know, most men like some curves to appreciate, dear. Isn’t that right, Jacob?”

  Jacob took a swig of his own coffee, and then ran his eyes over Megan’s body. “That’s absolutely right, grandma.”

  “Jacob, you really are awful. Don’t embarrass Megan, like that.”

  He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. I mean no, ma’am.” His cell started to ring, and he dived into his pocket to retrieve it. “Thank God, saved by the bell.”

  Eileen tutted and started to clear the plates, and Megan stood up to help. In no time at all, the table had been cleared, and the dishes washed and dried. Apparently, Eileen didn’t hold with dish washers, and preferred to do them herself, and the two women chatted while they worked.

  It had been Mat on the phone, arranging a time to meet at the kennels, and when Jacob hung up, he watched his grandmother and Megan, pleased that they were obviously getting along well. His grandmother had always been polite to any woman he had brought home, since he’d been old enough to date, but she hadn’t always chatted and laughed with them the way she was with Megan.

  Elizabeth, Eileen’s friend, arrived not long after the dishes were done, and introductions were made. She was as tall, as Eileen was short, and ramrod thin, compared to Eileen’s plump curves, but the two women had known each other since elementary school, neither of them having moved away from the area. They had both buried husbands many years before, and now kept each other company, with trips and outings on a regular basis.

  Eileen kissed her grandson, and then gave Megan a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll see you soon, dear. The two of you must come over for supper, okay?”

  “That would be great, thank you,” Megan replied, and she and Jacob watched the two elderly women drive away in Elizabeth’s old car until it disappeared, out of sight.

  “She’s quite a lady,” Megan said, walking into the kitchen, to put the last of the dried dishes away.

  “So are you, Megan,” Jacob replied, turning her around and pulling her into his arms. “How is your behind, this morning, sub?” he asked, running his hands over her ass cheeks until she squirmed.

  “They’re fine, thank you, Sir,” she replied, knowing that he was fully aware of how tender they still felt.

  “Subs who don’t tell the truth get bent over and punished with the same implement that was used the last time,” he growled, maneuvering her towards the edge of the kitchen table.

  “It still hurts; it’s still sore, Sir.”

  The words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush, and he laughed at her attempt to appease him. “It’s lucky for you that we have to get over to the kennels and we’re running late, sub, or your bare ass would be tipped up in the air for me to strap right about now.”

  “Right, then I’d better go and get ready, Sir.”

  “I guess you better had.”

  He managed to get one, light swat on her ass, but she didn’t stop moving, hurrying over to the stairs and sprinting up them before he had a chance to grab her.

  Once in
the bedroom, Megan spent a couple of minutes putting on some makeup and fixing her hair. It occurred to her how happy she was. In just a couple of days, her whole life had been turned around, and all the worry and anxiety of trying to get by, week by week, had disappeared.

  If she was honest, she couldn’t remember a time when she had been happy, really happy. But now, every time she thought about the man waiting for her downstairs, who could turn her over his knee, or make her strip and touch herself, or cuff and restrain her body while he fucked her senseless, all she could do was smile.

  She grabbed her purse, and checked her appearance in the gilt framed mirror in the bedroom. She wanted BDSM in her life. She knew now that she couldn’t go back to how it had been before. Jacob had wakened something inside her, and a vanilla lifestyle just wouldn’t be enough anymore.

  What she didn’t know was how she was going to deal with her feelings for Jacob. She hadn’t meant to fall for him, but there was no use pretending. She had never been one for denying her feelings about something, but how could she tell him that? They’d only known each other just over a week.

  Well, she couldn’t, not yet, anyway, that was obvious. She’d have to play her cards close to her chest and see what happened. The thought of him not reciprocating was too horrible to think about, so she’d just concentrate on her new job instead.

  She pulled a face at herself, in the mirror.

  “For God’s sake, anytime you want to stop acting like a love-sick teenager, would be really great, you stupid idiot,” she told herself.

  Then she went back downstairs to find Jacob.

  He was in the sitting room at the back of the house, looking out of a pair of French doors that led on to a large, wooden deck.

  The room had the same high, ten-foot ceilings, and a mammoth fireplace that a couple of adults could stand up in. It was a cozy room, though, with large, brown leather sofas, and colorful rugs covering most of the hardwood floor.

  She walked over to him and took in the view. “I don’t know why people only talk about New England, in the fall. It can’t look much better than this,” she commented.

  She hadn’t realized how high up the house was. The road they’d driven on to get there, had had a gradual incline, and now, all around her were hills, covered, as far as the eye could see, with trees, their leaves turned bright gold and red.

  “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. Maybe we’ll take a trip up into those hills, one day, so I can show a city girl what getting back to nature really means.”

  Megan’s face fell. “You mean sleeping on the hard ground and freezing to death in front of log fires and getting bitten to pieces, and that kind of thing?” she asked.

  Jacob burst out laughing. “No, Megan, none of the above. I was thinking more of a warm, log cabin, but, of course, if you wish, you could be tied up, naked and spread-eagled, in front of a roaring fire while I play my guitar and sing you boy scout songs from my childhood.”

  He grabbed her hand and led her out of the house and into the garage.

  “I can hardly wait,” she muttered, as she put on her seat belt, and Jacob reversed out into the driveway.

  * * * *

  The town was only a couple of miles away, and Megan liked what she saw while they drove to the kennels. It had a town square, and lots of small, quaint looking stores, and when he drove past a beautiful, historical looking building, Jacob told her that that was the local movie theatre.

  The kennel was on the far side of town, set back off the main road. Parking was in the front, and after they got out of the car, Jacob showed her where the outdoor exercise yard was going to be.

  The building seemed fairly old, but had a lot of character. Made of red brick, with shutters on the windows, it could have been mistaken for a family home.

  “We wanted a place that didn’t look like an animal clinic, but more like a home away from home,” Jacob explained.

  She could see that they had made a great choice. The whole place had a friendly atmosphere about it, and someone had even planted a flower garden that stretched out on either side of the front door.

  He followed her gaze. “That’s Rachel’s doing,” he said. “She’s all about the gardening. It drives Mat crazy sometimes. They have an old house as well, and he can’t fit in some of the rooms for all the plants and flowers she grows.”

  “So it drives my husband crazy does it?”

  A tall, attractive woman walked out of the front door, and came down the steps. She had shoulder length blond hair, and dark brown eyes, and her shirt and jeans were covered in paint.

  “That’s alright then,” she said, reaching up to kiss Jacob on the cheek. She turned to Megan, with a smile. “I’m Rachel, and you must be Megan. I’m so glad you’re here. The place is a complete mess, and I could really do with another woman’s opinion. These two have absolutely no idea about style, or colors…”

  “That’s enough out of you, Rach.”

  A man came down the steps and wrapped one arm around her chest, and used his other hand to swat her behind.

  Jacob laughed. “Megan, this is Mat, Rachel’s husband and better half.”

  Megan shook the hand that had swatted Rachel, and immediately knew that she was going to like this couple a lot. Her anxiousness at meeting them disappeared while she stood there.

  “That’s strange,” she commented, with a frown. “I could have sworn that Jacob told me Rachel was the better half, and the one in charge,” she added with an innocent smile.

  Rachel burst out laughing, and Mat gave Jacob a look of resignation. “Well, I can see you’re going to have your hands full with that one, my friend.”

  Megan risked a glance at Jacob and was relieved to see humor in his expression, but when he spoke, the relief soon changed to a gnawing anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

  “Oh, I’m not too worried. I’ve been counting up the number of times my submissive has pushed her luck, especially with words, and seeing as I’m going to give her two hard swats for every time she’s done that, you should be in for a good show.”

  Mat laughed as he and Rachel walked back into the building, although Rachel managed to give Megan a look of sympathy before she followed him up the steps.

  Megan was horrified. Did he mean he was going to spank her, or strap her, or God only knew what, in front of them? Surely he would take it to the bedroom, seeing as it was a private party.

  In the club, it was different; people were there to play, out in the open. For him to discipline her at his house, with close friends watching, was so much more humiliating, and embarrassing, and…

  Jacob interrupted her thoughts. “So much worry and anxiety going through that mind of yours, little Megan. Don’t think about it anymore, at least for now. I promise you, you’ll enjoy yourself at the party. It’s my job to see that you do.

  “Come on, I’ll give you a tour of your new work place.”

  He took her hand, firmly in his, and the two of them went inside.

  Megan pushed her worries to one side and concentrated on the plan for finishing up the renovations and decorating that Jacob was explaining.

  She learned that the three of them had a slightly more upscale kenneling idea than was usual, with more amenities for the dogs, and more free time to play outside. They also planned to offer dog baths, and basic grooming if the owner was interested.

  It sounded like hard work, but Megan thought the whole concept was wonderful, and she couldn’t wait to get started.

  “Why don’t you two talk about plumbing, and electrics, and I’ll show Megan the rooms at the back.”

  Mat and Jacob agreed, and Rachel led Megan through the main office, down a corridor, pointing out store rooms, bathing room, and grooming station, till they reached the back of the house.

  Rachel took a set of keys and unlocked what looked more like a front door. Inside, Megan found herself in a tiny apartment with a kitchen/living room, bathroom and good-sized bedroom already equipped with a large bed, armch
air, closet and chest of drawers.

  The whole place was prettily decorated in light, airy colors, and the kitchen was filled with brand new appliances.

  “What do you think?” Rachel asked. “I did the painting and all that kind of thing myself. When I ask the men, all I get is, ‘Yeah, great,’ so I’d really appreciate some feedback.”

  “Oh my God, Rachel, it’s lovely. If I could describe the perfect, little apartment for myself, then this would be it. I can’t wait to move in!” She was filled with excitement. “It’ll be so handy for work. I mean, all I’ll have to do is pull on some clothes, and I can get all the feeding and cleaning done before you even get here.”

  Rachel was staring at her, a puzzled expression on her face. “What? I mean I thought you’d be with Jacob, you know…at his house, not here. I must have got the wrong end of the stick.”

  Megan stopped in her tracks, and sat down on one of the armchairs in the little sitting room. “Living with Jacob? No, I assumed I’d be here when he told me about these rooms. I never thought…I mean he didn’t say anything, and it’s too soon, anyway. Oh shit, Rachel, I guess you’re not the only one who didn’t get it.” She stood up, and made her way back to the front door. “I’d better go and talk to him. Are you sure, you know, about me living at his house?”

  Rachel nodded. “Well yeah, I mean, he was talking about getting a third person who would be doing just what you were describing a minute ago.”

  Walking back along the corridor, Megan thought back to when he had first told her about the job. She’d assumed he’d been referring to her when he had talked about the living quarters. But he’d never actually said as much.

  The thought of moving in with him was so tempting, but what if it was too soon? In the past, every time she had jumped into something—relationships, jobs, even moving with Nicky, it had always turned out differently than how she’d envisioned; and not in a good way.

  This time, she had to get it right, and that, to her, meant taking things a bit slower, finding some independence and proving she could be self-sufficient.