A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

  A hand came down on my ass, hard. “I think you have forgotten who is in charge, sub. Tell me now. Who is in control?”

  “You are, Sir,” I replied, hating the whine in my voice, but needing him to finish what he’d started instead of asking me questions.

  “Then beg me to continue.”

  I hesitated and he slapped my thigh. I flinched at the smarting pain.

  “Please, Sir. I promise I’ll remember who’s in charge from now on. Please continue, Sir.”

  He stroked the thigh he’d slapped. “Better.”

  Grabbing both hips, he propelled me back, straight on to his thick, hard shaft, filling me to capacity. I cried out, feeling almost too full, but as he pulled out and then slammed back in, my pussy accommodated his size.

  Holding my hips, again and again he thrust in and out of me. Even though I was not tied or restrained, I felt more dominated than ever, and I knew, beyond any doubt, who was in complete control.

  My body tensed as the orgasm building inside me threatened to push me over the edge. “Please, may I come, Sir?” I gasped, knowing that I couldn’t hold out more than a few seconds.

  “Yes, Liza. Come right now.”

  Steve slammed hard into me and I screamed over and over as I came, grabbing the sheets with both hands. His thrusts slowed as every part of my core spasmed, then shuddered, but he gave me no time to recover. Just as I let go of the bunched sheets, he hammered into me again, harder and faster, until I felt him explode, deep inside me.

  Leaning over me he kissed my shoulder possessively. “Your screams were beautiful to hear, baby.”

  I buried by face in the sheets, feeling myself blush. God, had that really been me?

  “Don’t ever feel embarrassed about letting your emotions show like that. I need to see your reactions to what I do. It’s important to me.”

  He pulled out of me and I climbed under the covers. He moved me so I was tucked in right against him, his arm around me.

  “Are you going to keep still this time, or are we going to do this all night?” I could tell he was smiling when he spoke.

  “I’ll keep really still, Sir, I promise.” I loved feeling him lying behind me, and when he cupped my breast, settling his hand there, I sighed with contentment.

  “You have to work tomorrow, right?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I groaned miserably, not wanting to return to the drudgery of the office and another week of Mike’s attempts to humiliate me in front of my colleagues.

  “Do you dislike your job as much as it sounds?”

  I nodded. “I feel like I’m wasting my life there, to be honest.”

  “There is another option. Come back to the club and work with me.”

  “You’d give me my old job back?” I asked excitedly, not daring to believe he meant it.

  “No, not your old job. I’d want you as an assistant manager. Oh, and no more cleaning contracts. Interested?”

  I lay in stunned silence, then leapt up, the covers falling off me, and threw myself on top of him. “That’s an incredible offer. Really, thank you so much.”

  His deep laugh made me break into laughter as well, and I lay there hugging him, my breasts crushed against his chest, as I tried to cover his face with kisses.

  “You are irresistible, you know that?” He stroked my hair. “Completely submissive one minute, then all flushed and excited like a kid at Christmas the next. If you hadn’t sassed me a couple of times with that sharp tongue of yours, I’d have worried you might be too sweet to handle all the problems there are bound to be. But I think you could manage just fine.”

  He re-arranged my body back where he wanted it, then spoke again, “I have to go out of town for a few days on a job. I want you to think seriously about my offer. Be absolutely sure, okay? I’ll be back by Friday, so I can pick you up from work and you can tell me your decision then.”

  Before I could comment, he reached over and turned off the bedside light, then pulled me right in next to him, kissing the back of my neck.

  “Go to sleep, sub, you’ve worn me out.”

  I smiled in the darkness, running all the events of the last couple of days through my head. I’d endured months of boredom, and suddenly, all of this. Life was certainly unpredictable.

  Sighing, I snuggled in as close as I could get and listened to Steve’s breathing as it slowed down and evened out as he fell asleep. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to claim me, too.

  Chapter Six

  It was a struggle to get out of bed the next morning. I was not used to having someone hold me while I slept, and I wasn’t ready to move out of my warm nook though the clock on the bedside table showed I had no choice. After watching the second hand move around half a dozen times, I sighed and carefully eased out of the bed. I turned to watch Steve sleep in the early morning light. Shit, he was just too gorgeous. I was hooked; there was no denying it.

  Standing in the shower, I wondered how I could walk without bow legs. He’d taken me again in the early hours, gently pinching my nipples until I stirred. Then holding my wrists above my head with one large hand, he’d taken me from behind, thrusting into me until I moaned and came, my pussy clamping down on his hard cock.

  Insatiable, he’d then pushed me onto my stomach. He parted my legs with his knees and leaned over me, still with my hands pinned above my head, and pounded into me until, with a growl, he came with his shaft buried deep inside me.

  By the time I finished with my shower, Steve had awoken and brewed fresh coffee. I had a quick cup and we chatted. When I was ready to leave, he insisted on dropping me off at work.

  As we sat in his car outside my office, he made sure I had his cell number then took my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. I responded in a way I was getting to recognize, letting his tongue invade my mouth, arousal starting to burn deep in my core.

  “Mmmm,” he said. “Nice and responsive. I’m finding it hard to let you go, even for a few days.”

  I was warmed by his words. This weekend had changed everything that was “normal” in my life. All I wanted was for these next few days to fly by and I hadn’t even got out of his car yet.

  “I feel the same,” I murmured.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow, when you’ve had a chance to think about my proposition. Be good, little Liza, and make sure you call me if you need me for anything. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir!” I said, making a mock salute, a smile on my face.

  A wicked grin lit up his. “You know I could flip you over my lap right now, pull your panties down and spank that lush, round ass of yours until it glows red.

  I gulped. The fact that the car was in the office parking lot changed my mind about smarting off at once. “I promise to call if I need you for anything. Really, I will.”

  He laughed. “That’s better. See you on Friday.

  I smiled in return. “Bye.”

  I got out of the car and watched him drive away, round a corner and out of sight.

  Carly was waiting at the entrance. “My God, Liza, who in the hell was that and when can I meet his brother?”

  I laughed, thinking it would probably be a while before that could happen. “I’ll tell you later. Can you do lunch at twelve?”

  “Sounds good, if I can wait that long.”

  * * * *

  Half an hour later, I sat staring at a blank screen. If it wasn’t for the soreness of my whole personal area, it might all have been just an incredible dream. Here I was, back at the office, like a regular Monday morning, but it couldn’t be the same because I felt like a whole different person. My eyes had been opened to what I really wanted, I just hadn’t known before now.

  I had the overwhelming urge to give myself utterly to this man; relinquish all control and be dominated, restrained and spanked. But not necessarily in that order, I thought with a smile. My insides quivered just thinking about what Steve had done to me in the last forty-eight hours.

  Hearing footsteps approaching from behin
d, I turned, smiling, expecting to find Carly with two steaming mugs of coffee, not able to wait till lunch. Patience and Carly didn’t often mix. The smile died on my lips as Mike stood there, glaring at my screen with contempt.

  “Hard at it, I see,” he drawled, gesturing in the direction of my computer.

  Amazingly, unlike any other time that Mike had sauntered over looking for trouble, I really couldn’t be bothered to retaliate. His pathetic, needy behavior caused me to feel pity, not irritation.

  “Hi, Mike, how are you?” I replied pleasantly.

  Obviously not knowing quite how to react, he tried again.

  “Oh, I’m great. I was just wondering if you were intending to sit there all morning, mooning over lover boy, or did you actually mean to do any work?”

  So that was it. Carly wasn’t the only one to have spied Steve dropping me off. Wow, could he really be that insecure?

  “You know,” I said, “I think I’m going to moon for about another three minutes and then I’ll be done. By the way, sweetie, whoever told you that tie matches your shirt should be shot.”

  Laughing, I turned back to my desk. Oh well, at least I hadn’t sworn at him. Maybe I’d rise above his sniping next time.

  After his footsteps receded, I turned on the screen and clicked on my profile. All the employees had put one together for the firm and I studied the words in front of me that I’d written, back when I’d got the job.

  Really, there was no huge decision to be made. I knew what I had to do. I had to shake things up, make some changes and do something with my life. I was going to take the job Steve offered me.

  I clicked off the profile and spent the next twenty minutes typing up my letter of resignation. No big deal. Decision made.

  * * * *

  Carly sat opposite me, mouth open, coffee up halfway to her mouth, eyes out on stalks. “Holy fuck.”

  She had said those same words approximately every sixty seconds since I’d begun to talk. I’d told her almost everything that had happened during the past couple of days. I’d left out the butt plug and the masturbation; after all, a girl did have her pride. However, it seemed she had enough to cope with processing what I had told her.

  I finished my story and we sat in silence.

  “He’s got a nice car, though,” she commented drily.

  We looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

  “No really, I mean, shit, Liza, what do you want me to say? It’s incredible. All I did this weekend was go to my sister’s baby shower and play ‘spin the baby bottle.’”

  I laughed, feeling good about being able to tell someone. Carly was a good friend and I knew I could trust her.

  “You’re actually quitting?” she asked.

  “I can’t afford to miss this opportunity,” I replied. “He’s giving me a chance to prove myself, and the fact that he has faith in me is important. I really loved working there and I should never have quit.”

  “Well, good for you. I’m going to miss you like crazy at work, but we can still get together, right? I mean, you’re not going to turn into one of those joined-at-the-hip couples, are you? Shit, maybe you will—I mean, he could probably attach you to him in a hundred different ways. Cuffs, rope, tape. The possibilities are endless.”

  She ducked, grinning as I threw my plastic coffee stirrer at her. “Very funny, but seriously, Carly, let’s not lose touch, okay?”

  I must have appeared apprehensive because she took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Of course we won’t. I’m going to be bugging you for all the juicy details every single week!”

  Work beckoned and we left our favorite lunch time pasta house and headed back for another afternoon at the office.

  * * * *

  To say the next two days dragged by would be a serious understatement. My boss had accepted my resignation letter and said all the appropriate things about missing me and wishing me luck in my new endeavors. I’d promised I would work until the end of the following week, but by Thursday afternoon, all I wanted to do was clear my desk and vacate the building. Oh, and murder Mike.

  My mother had called me just as I was thinking about calling it a day. I had been focused on wrapping up the cases I had outstanding, and really felt like I was getting somewhere, when my cell vibrated on the desk.

  Seeing the number flash up, I crossed my fingers, hoping it was my dad, and answered in a bright and cheerful voice.

  Unfortunately, it was my mother, informing me that Mike had called to inform her that I was throwing away my career and leaving the firm to pursue “God knows what.” She went on say that I had been a fool to lose someone like Mike who, apparently, had been keeping in touch with her regularly, hoping that she could convince me to change my mind about quitting my job and him.

  I was so angry, I simply sat in silence while she rambled on, then in a curt voice, I informed her that I had to take a call and hung up.

  So much for working on my self-control. Rising above him was just not going to be an option.

  I had been proud of the way I’d bitten my tongue, right up until that call, even when he had informed me that I “obviously couldn’t cut it in the professional world of insurance.”

  What I wanted to do was inform the whole office that Mike had been a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend, a lousy lay, and seemed to have an unhealthy relationship with my mother. I knew that, much more, and the lid was going to blow.

  I’d left soon after her call, slamming the front door to the building, ready to strangle someone.

  As I walked home, I thought about calling Steve, but I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t handle a difficult work situation, especially if he was going to be my future employer.

  I’d talked to him every evening, and the tensions of the day had dissipated as I’d listened to his deep, gravelly voice tell me about the security job he’d been doing, protecting a high-profile politician as he traveled through the state. I had yet to tell him the big news about my resignation, deciding to wait until we were face to face.

  * * * *

  I relaxed on the sofa, idly watching the evening news report, knowing that Steve should be calling soon. When the phone rang, I picked up and immediately felt better when he started to tell me something funny that had happened.

  There was a pause when he finished his story. “Are you okay, Liza? You’re quieter than usual.”

  He sounded concerned and I tried to reassure him.

  “It’s just work, you know, the usual. I hate it there now. Carly is the only thing that keeps me sane.”

  “Is that all?”

  “Yes, really. That, and I guess I’m tired.”

  “Well, you better rest up for when I get back tomorrow. I’ve had four days to think of all the things I’m going do to your luscious body the moment I lay my hands on it.”

  I felt ridiculous, sitting alone in my apartment, blushing, but my pulse picked up as he spoke, and I felt a tell-tale dampness form between my legs as images passed through my mind.

  “Where are you?” he asked casually.

  “Um, you did call my house phone…” I giggled.

  “Very funny, Liza. You’re lucky I’m not there.”

  “Sorry, Sir. I couldn’t resist. I’m sitting on the sofa.” It was a strange question and I wondered what he would say next.

  “I think we need to work a little more on that hang up you had the other night in my car. Just to make sure you are over that.”

  He had to be joking. He was well over a hundred miles away, on the phone. Was he crazy?

  “Strip from the waist down.”

  My heart skipped a beat. “But… You mean now?”

  “Right now, Liza. It’s not a request.”

  I toyed with the idea of pretending, but of course, I was sure he’d be able to tell. He was intuitive like that. Anyway, I wouldn’t have felt right about lying.

  The self-consciousness I’d had since childhood began to raise its ugly head again. I really didn’t want to deal
with this now, especially after the shitty day I’d just had, but it was this or share my troubles with Steve about my bastard ex and my pain-in-the-ass mother.

  “Liza, tell me how you’re feeling.”

  “I’m okay; a bit anxious, but okay.”

  “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

  I could do that much. “I do.”

  “Open your legs wide then lick your middle finger.”

  With that, I pushed my worries to the background and concentrated on his authoritative voice, but I faltered. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

  “Steve, I can’t.”

  “I really don’t think you want to make me drive nearly two hundred miles to punish you for disobeying me, but if I have to…”

  He left the sentence unfinished, but I got the message. Bracing myself, I focused on his command and did as I was told. The whole of my core throbbed in anticipation.

  “Now slide your finger through your gorgeous pussy and play with your clit.”

  I obeyed, and each time my wet finger rubbed over the sensitive nub, I flinched with pleasure that pulsed through me over and over. I heard myself sigh and then, as the arousal grew, my breathing turned heavy.

  “Move it in and out, nice and slowly. Does it feel good, Liza? Tell me.”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  “Yes, what?” he demanded.

  “Yes, Sir. It feels good.”

  “Good girl. Now, remove your finger and go to the table. Tell me when you’re standing in front of it.”

  I got up and walked to the table, hit the speaker button and placed the phone in front of me.

  “I’m here,” I said shakily, remembering what had happened the last time I’d stood there naked.

  “Bend over the table and spread your legs,” he commanded.

  I complied and waited breathlessly for his instructions, my heart beating fast and hard.

  “Stroke your pussy, Liza. Your breathing is heavy and your voice is shaking. I hear your need.”

  I ran two fingers across my core and delved into my hot, wet pussy. My muscles clenched around them, and I moved them up and down slowly, instinctively.

  “Use your other hand to play with your nipples. Tease and pinch them. Rub over that sensitive swollen clit with your thumb as you do so.”