Sub Rosa

by Emma York

"This is what happens to bad girls," he said as he started thrusting into my mouth. "They have to do exactly what I tell them."

  I wanted to tell him I would willingly obey his every command but I could say nothing. What I could do was hungrily taste his shaft, let him run his hands through my hair, fill my mouth with his length until I was desperate to take a breath.

  When he pulled out, I gasped for air, fighting to get enough into my lungs while he grabbed me and laid me down on the floor, kicking my legs apart. He sank to his knees, looking up at me with a glint in his eyes. "Now I'm going to make you come."

  SIXTEEN

  ETHAN

  I teased her until she said things I never expected to hear from such an innocent mouth. I ran my tongue up her thighs, moving around her pussy but never touching it. I kissed her nipples, sucking them into my mouth one after another. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, sliding my cock against her in the same moment. But I didn't touch the place where she needed it most until she begged me.

  She swore, she cursed me, she growled, she earned herself another spanking with her demands. "You're not in charge," I said as I lightly swatted between her legs. "I am."

  She pouted and I couldn't resist pushing a finger into her. I was rewarded by a deep groan escaping her lips as I slid straight into her wetness. "Thank you," she gasped, rocking in place on the floor. "That feels so good."

  I lifted her to her knees again a minute later, pushing myself back into her mouth. She looked good with my cock filling her like that. It was a sight I doubted I would ever tire of seeing. I couldn't fuck her face for long though. It brought me too close to coming.

  I stopped, stepping back and looking at her. "To be a good sub, you obey me. When I tell you to kneel, this is the position I want you in, naked, hands on your thighs, knees apart, mouth open. Understood?"

  "Understood," she said, shuffling her knees apart.

  "Then you get rewarded."

  I leaned down, stroking her clit slowly whilst staring into her eyes, watching her getting increasingly excited, her cheeks flushing with colour. From this close, I could smell her need for me and it made my cock twitch. I wanted her so badly.

  I lifted her to her feet by the handcuffs, bending her back over the table. Spreading her buttocks with my hands, I used my tongue to tease her ass, dipping slightly into it and then circling slowly, drawing more moans of desire from her.

  My cock was aching to be in her but I waited a little longer, pushing one finger in her pussy and another into her ass, rocking them both back and forth, loving the tightness of each hole, so similar but so different. She would have to get used to me in her ass. I intended to own it as I owned her. She was mine for good now. I wasn't letting her leave my life ever again.

  Sliding my fingers free when she was on the brink of coming, I spanked her a couple more times, admonishing her for swearing so loudly. Then as she begged me to fuck her, I stroked my cock slowly in front of her face, teasing her until she was wild with need.

  Then I took her.

  I thrust into her pussy in a single slow movement, feeling her widen and stretch to take me all the way in. Once I was buried in her, I remained in place, again teasing her ass with my finger. "Don't come," I said as I started to thrust. "Not until I say so."

  "Please," she said a few seconds later. "Please let me come."

  "Not yet," I replied, slowing down until she was still once more. Then I thrust as fast as I could until she was gripping me tighter than ever. I knew she was on the brink so I paused again, letting it die down. I slammed into her, grabbing her hips as she begged me once again.

  "Please let me come. I can't take it anymore."

  "Come for me," I said. "Come around my cock right now."

  She did almost at once. A single thrust and her pussy was contracting around my cock. I didn't slow down, I kept ramming into her, bringing myself to a monumental orgasm a few seconds later. I grunted with pleasure as I spurted deep into her, filling her once again, my cock still twitching in response to her climax.

  "Good girl," I said, sliding gently out of her, my hand finding her clit, teasing it slowly. "I think you deserve one more orgasm."

  I used my hand to do it, stroking her clit in a gentle but firm way, drawing a final climax from her in under a minute. She shook when it hit and I enjoyed immensely the sight of her legs shaking under her.

  I enjoyed even more the wild look in her eyes when I stood her up and kissed her. She looked as if she wasn't sure what day of the week it was. I lifted her into my arms, sure she would collapse if she tried to walk.

  A minute later, we were laid in bed together. I'd unlocked the handcuffs before I held her close, running my hands over her body, just so happy she was there beside me. "Does that convince you it's not a one night stand I want?" I asked, circling her right nipple as she smiled up at me.

  "I think I need more convincing," she replied. "A lot more convincing."

  "How about I come to dinner tomorrow with you?"

  "You mean meet my mother?" She sat up slightly. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

  "She sounds all right."

  "She is but are you sure you want to?"

  I saw the look in her eyes. "I'm deadly serious about you, Alice. I want you in my life. I want to own you, to worship you, to teach you so many things about being a good sub."

  "Even if it means meeting my mother."

  "It'll be fun."

  "No, it really won't."

  "Are you saying I can't come?"

  "No, of course you can. On one condition."

  "Which is?"

  "You don't tell her anything about what we've done together."

  "I thought she'd want to know it all."

  "I'm serious."

  I kissed her softly. "I know you are. Don't worry, I think I can be trusted not to tell her I won her darling daughter at an auction."

  EPILOGUE

  The office was empty, the lights off. The club was silent.

  There was the sound of approaching footsteps. The door was pushed open a second later. Rowena stepped in, hitting the switch. "Come in," she said, taking a seat behind the desk as a man in a black hat followed her inside. "Want to tell me why you called this meeting at four in the morning? It couldn't wait until the morning?"

  "You run this club for me," the man said, sitting down opposite her. "Correct?"

  "Correct."

  "You enforce my rules."

  "Correct."

  "Then perhaps you might tell me why a member was allowed to submit a name into the auction in violation of the rules. Why he was allowed to commit a violent act against another member in the car park in full view of the CCTV?"

  "It will be dealt with when I next see him."

  "It will be dealt with now."

  The man took a red token from his pocket and slid it across the desk. "Is that understood?"

  Rowena looked at the token, her face turning pale. "You don't have to do this. I can handle it in house."

  "The rules are the rules. You know that. I hope I've made myself clear."

  The man stood up, adjusting his tie before nodding to Rowena. "You have twenty-four hours before that goes live. Pick it up."

  "I don't want to."

  The man's voice rose almost imperceptibly. "Pick it up." Rowena noticed the veiled threat in his tone.

  Rowena lifted the token, turning it over but knowing already what it said. she read the writing embossed on the back. Ethan Powers.

  "Such a shame," the man said. "I thought he could be good for my daughter. Good evening." The man stood up, nodded, then left the office, closing the door behind him.

  Rowena put the token down as if it might explode, carefully, gingerly. She looked at it for a long time before picking up the phone. "Yes, I know what time it is," she said when the line connected. "I need to speak to you. Now."

  Outside the man was getting into his car. From the shadows, Jason Fry stepped out. "Is it done?"

  "It is
done."

  "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, that son of a-"

  The man held up a hand. "Your methods were underhand. That will not be forgotten."

  "But I haven't broken any rules. There's no rule about-"

  "Enough. Take care what you wish for, Mr Fry. There is no taking back a red token once it has been given out."

  "I know but-"

  "Good evening, Mr Fry."

  The man climbed into his car and drove slowly away. Jason remained in place for a long time, thinking about what he had done, the things he had set in motion.

  Inside the club, Rowena waited, the red token looking accusingly up at her, as if it knew what she was going to do, what she had to do. "I don't like it," she said out loud. "I don't like it one bit."

  The man in the black hat stared straight ahead as he drove. It had been ten years since he'd last handed out a red token. The guilt still plagued him. She had been a good girl too. But as everyone knew, the rules were the rules. Break them and you have to face the consequences.

  End of The Bid

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