A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

  I did as he said and moaned, my desire searing through me. My clit hardened and swelled beneath my thumb.

  “Are you fucking your pussy, sub? Answer me now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. I was fighting to maintain control, the urge to come threatening to overwhelm me.

  It was unbelievable that he had such a powerful hold over me. He was hundreds of miles away, yet he was calling every shot, and I wanted him to. I needed to hear his commands and submit to him totally.

  My fingers moved harder, faster, and I started to pant, knowing I was about to explode around my own hand.

  “May I come, Sir. Oh, Jesus. Please, May I?”

  “You may, sweetheart.”

  I cried out and my hips bucked as an orgasm roared through me, sending shocks of delight along every nerve in my body. As ripples traveled up and down my heated limbs, he encouraged me and my passion.

  “You are a joy to me, baby. I want you to know how proud I am that you put so much trust in me.”

  I managed to stand up straight and retrieved the phone. Walking unsteadily to the couch, I sat, clicked talk and put the phone to my ear.

  “Thank you, Sir.” It was all I could manage at that moment, and those words came out quite breathlessly.

  “Okay, little sub, go and get warm and rest up now. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon and I’ll collect you from work at four.

  “Yes, Sir, I will.” I waited a second, and then added, “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

  The phone clicked and I put it on the end table, grabbed my clothes and did as I’d been told. Sleep came easy.

  Chapter Seven

  Finally, it was Friday and I clock-watched at work all day, mentally counting down the hours until his Mercedes would pull up outside. It was crazy to be this excited. It was like being in high school and waiting for a date to pick me up, although this particular date had proved to be a lot more hard core than the boys I’d dated in high school, to say the least.

  Mike had done his best to wind me up on and off during the day, but I hadn’t bitten, not once. He’d taken a long lunch and it was a relief to work in peace without constantly checking over my shoulder to see if he was watching me.

  By a quarter to four, most of the staff had left for the day. There was a meeting upstairs with a couple of the regular staff and the bosses, and I decided that nobody would miss me if I clocked out for the day.

  I logged off my computer, locked up the hard copies I’d been working on in the cabinet next to my desk, and stood up, shrugging on my jacket. I grabbed my purse and weekend bag.

  “Leaving so soon?”

  I jumped out of my skin and swung round. Mike stood just a few feet from me with a stupid smirk on his face.

  I took a deep, cleansing breath and regained my composure. “What do you want, Mike?” I decided to keep it short and to the point.

  “I want you to come to your senses and stop acting like a love-sick school kid. I’ve seen you checking the clock for the last couple of hours. Can’t wait to see lover boy, is that it?”

  His school analogy was too close to my own and it really pissed me off.

  “What the hell has it got to do with you?” I asked. “Tell me, seriously, why would you call my mother and tell tales? I can’t believe you would so something so pathetic. If you knew me at all, you’d know it would have the opposite effect to the one you clearly want.”

  “Listen, Liza—”

  “Why Mike? Is it the fact that I dumped you and not the other way round? Is your ego so fragile that you had to go out of your way to try and get back at me?” My voice was rising and so was my temper. I checked myself. “Look, I’m leaving in a few days and we’ll never have to lay eyes on each other again. Okay?”

  “I told your mother because she is concerned about you and the decisions you’ve made recently.”

  I laughed humorlessly. “Concerned? I think you got the wrong mother, my friend.”

  He ignored my comment. “I talk to her quite often. She really hoped things would become permanent between us. They still could, Liza.”

  “No, Mike they really couldn’t.”

  I took in his pale, insipid face and lean, wiry body. Another face and body flashed through my mind: big, strong and protective. Someone who could make me tremble with lust and fear, yet could push my mind and body to incredible heights of passion that I’d never come close to before.

  “I’m leaving now, Mike. Just let me work out my notice in peace. No more jibes and sarcasm, okay?”

  He didn’t move, so I walked around him into the hallway and headed to the front door, deciding to wait outside for Steve. I needed to put plenty of space between Mike and myself.

  I opened the door and was taking a step forward when my hand was shoved off the handle and the door pushed shut.

  “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, spinning round angrily.

  Mike grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back toward the office. “Liza, we are going to talk about this some more. You’re not just going to walk away like that. I told you, I want us to work this out and be together.”

  I resisted, trying to unlock his fingers from around my forearm, all efforts at calmness and control going right out of the window. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Get your hand off me, now!”

  “I want to sit and talk, to get you to see how great we could be together. Your mother told me you’d always been stubborn and bull-headed. You’ve made the wrong decision to leave, Liza. Can’t you see that?”

  “Let me go, Mike, I’m warning you. You’ve lost your damn mind. We are finished, and you’re going to have to accept that. Now get off me!”

  My free hand grabbed the hand holding my arm and tried to pry him off. I twisted away from him, panic building inside me, but his grip was too strong. His face darkened at my words and his fingers dug into my arm so hard I winced.

  “You made a fool of me, letting me get you this job then dumping me. Payback’s a bitch and so are you.”

  As he spoke, he tried to drag me back down the hallway. Fear took a real hold. There wasn’t anyone else around. Just the bosses on the floor above at the other end of the building, and they weren’t going to hear me yelling. It was an old building with thick walls, extra sound-proofed for customer privacy.

  “Come on!”

  He yelled right in my face, and then I smelled it: alcohol.

  “I’m going to teach you just who’s in charge. You don’t get to call the shots any more, Liza.”

  He spat the word at me and I cringed. He could pull me into any of the rooms and beat me, or rape me even.

  Terrified, I struggled frantically, but his grip on my arm only tightened as he managed to drag me several feet further down the hallway.

  I kicked him hard in the shin, but instead of releasing me, he belted me across my cheek with the other hand. I stumbled backwards and would have fallen if not for his hold on me.

  A door opened just ahead of us and Carly appeared, taking the scene in with astonishment. “What the hell?”

  Mike shoved me away from him so hard that I hit my head on the wall and crumpled to a heap on the floor, feeling a pounding start in my skull.

  I heard a crashing sound behind me. I turned and relief flooded through me as I saw Steve just a few feet away. The crash had been the door hitting the wall as Steve entered, and the expression on his face was one of pure fury.

  He reached Mike, and in seconds, had his hand pinned behind his back and his whole body pressed up against the wall. Steve’s free arm held him still, braced across Mike’s upper chest, as my ex stared up at Steve, shock and fear clearly visible on his face.

  “Liza, can you get up?” Steve asked.

  I nodded.

  “Call the cops for me and then sit down in the waiting area over there, sweetheart, you’re shaking.”

  Carly walked forward and took my arm. She led me to the chairs and carefully helped me to sit. Walki
ng past Steve and Mike, she retrieved my bags, which had fallen during the struggle, and brought them over to me.

  “Thanks, Carly,” I managed, still trembling uncontrollably.

  “It’s okay, I’ll call.” She took the phone out of my purse and dialed.

  Steve’s voice had been utterly controlled and he radiated strength and power as he held Mike fast.

  “They’re on the way,” she said to Steve and then put an arm protectively around my shoulders.

  “Thanks, honey,” he said.

  His eyes hadn’t moved from Mike’s since I’d sat down and I watched them bore right down into his terrified face.

  “The cops are going to be here soon,” he said to Mike in a deadly voice. “So I want you to listen to me very carefully. If you ever put a hand on her again, if you say one word to her—fuck, if you even look her way, I will hunt you down and squeeze the life right out of you. Do you understand?”

  Mike nodded, his head bobbing up and down, apparently scared out of his wits.

  Steve turned to us. “Carly, right?”

  She nodded.

  “Do you know who else is here?”

  “There’s a meeting upstairs; the bosses and a couple of guys from this floor.”

  “Okay. Call up there and get them down here as quickly as you can.”

  Carly squeezed my hand and ran to our office. I heard her talking and just a few seconds later, she was back, her reassuring arm around my shoulders again.

  There was a box of tissues in the waiting area and she grabbed a few, gently pressing one against my cheekbone.

  “You’re bleeding, Liza. —It’s okay, I’ve got it.” She dabbed a few times and then held the tissue to my face again.

  “I didn’t realize,” I said, touching my cheek and wincing.

  Footsteps pounded overhead, and then on the stairs to my right. Four men burst through the door, taking in the scene in astonishment.

  Steve still held Mike, whose head had drooped, all the fight gone out of him.

  My boss, Andrew, looked at Steve and Mike and then audibly drew in his breath, his face registering shock as he saw Carly tending to my face.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said angrily. “Have you lost your God-damned mind?” He glared at Mike in disbelief, then came and sat by me, taking my hand in a fatherly type of gesture.

  Ian, one of the other three men I worked with, cautiously approached Steve, whose face was still creased with anger.

  “Carly said the police are on the way. Maybe you should take a step back,” he suggested. “We can make sure he doesn’t go anywhere,”

  Steve looked at Ian, and then nodded, slowly easing his grip on Mike. All three men came and stood around Mike, who leaned against the wall, head hanging down.

  Carly removed the tissue and inspected the wound on my cheek “Thank God I decided to stay late for once in my life.”

  I nodded and squeezed her hand, my head throbbing with every little movement I made. I looked up, wincing, at the sound of approaching sirens. Steve walked over and knelt in front of me, taking the tissue from Carly. He checked the wound and gave me a smile.

  “It’s almost stopped. Do you feel nauseous or faint, sweetheart?”

  I shook my head very slowly. “It just throbs like hell,” I replied.

  He stroked my good cheek and rose up as the police entered the building.

  The next two hours passed in somewhat of a blur for me. Mike was handcuffed and taken away in a patrol car. Statements were taken there at the office and, after I’d promised Carly I’d call her the next day, Steve drove me to the hospital since I refused an ambulance. An officer had arranged to meet us there to take photos of my injuries for evidence.

  The drive to the hospital was short, Steve’s hand holding mine: firm, warm and reassuring.

  Once at the hospital, he never left my side. The officer took photos then a nurse cleaned the cut on my face and put strips across it to help the wound close. After the on-call doctor was satisfied, the police officer checked both our statements and turned to me.

  “Look after yourself, Miss Turner. You’ve had a nasty shock, and I’d rather you weren’t on your own, at least for the next few hours.”

  “She won’t be,” Steve said firmly. “We’ll both be at my house for the weekend, if you need to reach us.”

  “I don’t foresee any problems at this point,” the officer replied. “He’s been charged and will appear in court in the next couple of days. At some point, you both might need to go to court, to testify and give evidence, but try not to worry about that now.” He smiled at me. “Just try and take it easy, all right?”

  The two men shook hands. “I’m glad you arrived when you did,” the officer said. “It could have been a very different outcome if you hadn’t.”

  The same nurse who had dressed my cut returned with the paperwork, and we were then free to leave.

  We drove to Steve’s house without talking, each of us apparently lost in our own thoughts. I couldn’t get the police officer’s words out of my head. “It could have been a very different outcome.”

  Images of Mike pulling me into an empty office and raping me, with no one hearing me scream for help, made me grip the sides of my seat. I started to tremble at what could have happened instead of focusing on the fact that it hadn’t, and by the time we pulled up in Steve’s driveway, I was crying silently, the tears pouring down my face.

  Steve turned to me after switching off the engine. “Shit,” he exclaimed and jumped out of the car, running to my side while I tried to undo my seatbelt, fumbling with the clasp, not able to see through my tears.

  He wrenched to door open, unclicked the belt and pulled me up into his arms. The second I leant my face against his chest, and strong arms were tight around me, I let go, uncontrollable sobs wracking my body.

  “It’s okay, Liza, I’ve got you. It’s all over now and you’re safe, I promise.”

  Pressed against him, his deep voice rumbled through me and I gradually calmed down, enveloped in his arms. My body ceased trembling, and his warmth seeped into me. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that before he spoke.

  “I need to get you inside, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

  With one arm around my waist now, we entered his house and he led me straight upstairs to his bedroom.

  “Oh, I left my purse and overnight bag in the car,” I said as Steve sat me down on the edge of his enormous bed.

  “I’ll fetch both later. I want you to get out of those clothes and in the shower. You’ll feel a lot better, I promise.” He crossed the room to a closet and pulled a large, black button-down shirt from its hanger, then returned. “Put this on when you’ve showered. I know it’ll look better on you than it does on me. I’m going to fix us something to eat, so meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.” He leant down and kissed me so tenderly, the tears built up behind my eyes again.

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

  Steve grinned at me. “That’s more like it.”

  One more kiss and he took my hand, led me to the bathroom, and gave me a light swat on my bottom. “See you in a while,” he said.

  In the shower, I let the hot water cascade over me for several minutes, then soaped myself thoroughly, mentally wanting to be rid of any traces of Mike. After washing my hair with Steve’s shampoo, doing my best to keep the wound dry, I stepped out, feeling warm and refreshed.

  Dried off, I slipped Steve’s shirt on and rolled up the sleeves. It only came down to mid- thigh. I folded my clothes and padded down the hallway, back to his bedroom. He had put my bags on the bed.

  After retrieving a pair of panties from the overnight bag, I rummaged through the toiletries, completing the necessities before finding a comb, lip gloss and mascara. After washing off every scrap of make-up, I felt too self-conscious to let Steve see me bare-faced. Yet another hang up I was going to have to work on.

  I put a coat of gloss and mascara on and combed through my hair. I ruffled it a bit and
then studied my image in the mirror above his dresser. It would have to do.

  A great aroma had spread throughout the house and my stomach let out a rumble of protest when I entered the kitchen.

  Steve glanced up and laughed. “That’s a good sign.” He checked my appearance. “You’re gorgeous; I knew you’d look hot in my shirt. Have a seat.”

  He gestured toward the breakfast bar, so I hopped up onto a stool and watched him expertly finish cooking a stir fry. He’d put two glasses of iced water on the bar so I took one, enjoying the cold water after my hot shower.

  His kitchen was big, with a large fireplace on one wall, surrounded by comfy armchairs. An old-fashioned oak table took pride of place in the center of the room, with the cooking area and breakfast bar at the other end.

  “Your house is beautiful,” I commented as Steve took two plates from an overhead cupboard.

  “Thanks. It took about two years to renovate it, after I left the military. It was a foreclosure, so I got it for next to nothing.” He grinned. “I paid for it in sweat and hard labor, though.”

  He served up the meal and sat next to me, taking a long sip of his drink. “I’ll show you the outside tomorrow. That was an even bigger mess than the house, but I’ve just about won the battle out there as well, thanks to the help of a couple of young guys looking for work.”

  I loved that it was just the two of us, casually eating a meal together even after the horrible events of earlier. Watching him, I realized he’d let his guard down and was really relaxed for once.

  “How’s the head?” he asked after we’d sat for a while. He checked the dressing and frowned. “Do you need any ibuprofen?”

  “I’m fine, honestly. The shower helped a lot, and the food.”

  He nodded and went back to eating. After we’d finished the meal, I went to collect the plates. “Let me; you cooked after all.”

  I rinsed them off and put them next to the sink. I was conscious of how little I was wearing, but was determined to help clean up. I felt his eyes watching my every move as I ran the hot water into the sink.