A Journey to Submission

by Laney Rogers

  I pictured him sucking my clit with his hot, wet lips and running his tongue over it, and his fingers fucking my pussy instead of my own. My hips jerked uncontrollably and my back arched as I came, crying out with pleasure, pure erotic sensation rippling through me.

  My climax slowed and I opened my eyes. Steve stood in the bathroom doorway, studying my face intently, a smile playing around his lips.

  A blush crept into my cheeks and I couldn’t meet his gaze.

  I drew my legs together and sat up, hugging my knees, embarrassed at having been observed so blatantly.

  He walked to the towel rail and grabbed a huge, black towel, holding it open for me. I stood up, stepped out of the bath, and he wrapped me up, pulling me to him into a tight hug.

  “Look at me, Liza.”

  I raised my head, still blushing, and he put a hand under my chin until our eyes finally met.

  “Good girl. I’m proud of you; I know it couldn’t have been easy. You were so beautiful when you came. No, don’t lower your eyes—keep them on me.”

  I did as I was told and he dipped his head, kissing me hard, his tongue playing with mine.

  When he took his lips away, he smiled. “Dry yourself and then come and get into bed.” Turning, he left the room.

  I rubbed my body briskly with the towel, then brushed my teeth and got into bed beside him. Steve leaned up on one arm and studied me.

  “What were you thinking about in the bath?” he asked.

  I hesitated, then decided to tell him the truth. “I was thinking of you, punishing and restraining me; taking me from behind and putting your mouth on my…my clit.”

  He kissed me long and hard. “Even a few days ago, you would have had trouble telling me that. Thank you for being so honest.”

  I realized he was absolutely right. I would have made something up, too ashamed to tell him the truth.

  “Close your eyes,” he commanded.

  I blinked a couple of times, and then did as he said. I felt him move then become still again.

  “Open your legs, Liza.”

  My heart sped up at his words and I spread them, wondering what he was going to do. I jumped as his hands suddenly parted my labia and I felt a cool, smooth object slide into my pussy. My eyes darted open at the intrusion, and he slapped my thigh.

  “Keep them closed, sub, and if I see your arms move, I’ll tie them up. This is a bullet and I will be in charge of deciding how hard it will have to work tonight.”

  I shut my eyes tight and kept still, understanding from his words that he was, once again, the Dom and I had to submit to his control.

  His lips found my nipples and sucked on them in turn, pulling them gently until I felt them pucker into hard, erect nubs.

  I yelped as the thing he’d put inside me sprang to life, vibrating inside my pussy. I clenched around it, jolts of erotic sensation pulsing through my body, traveling straight to my nipples as his tongue flicked each taut bud.

  I was still so wet from my last climax and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came a second time. I felt him move again and then I cried out as the vibrations became twice as strong. I felt his head move between my thighs, his tongue finding my clit and flicking it in just the same way as he had with my nipples. My hands reached out and I ran them over his hair.

  Instantly, he stopped and switched off the bullet.

  I opened my eyes as he sat up. Before I knew what his intention was, he turned me over and pulled me across his lap.

  “I said keep your hands still, Liza,” he growled.

  “I’m sorry, Sir, I couldn’t help—”

  He brought his hand down on my ass before the words had finished coming out of my mouth. After spanking me twice, I gasped, feeling the bullet vibrating inside me again, this time harder and so much more intense than before.

  “Who is in charge here, you or me?” he asked, spanking me twice more.

  The pleasure of the bullet and the pain of his hand coming down on my ass made me almost lose control and I struggled to answer him.

  “You are, Sir,” I gasped.

  “Do you like me punishing you, sub,” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir, oh God, yes I do.”

  “Then come now for me, Liza. Right now.”

  He must have adjusted the control one more time, because I felt a surge of power inside my pussy and I came instantly, screaming as I did so, my orgasm erupting right through my body.

  Gradually he let the bullet slow down until it stopped. I lay across his knees, panting, my body still quivering with aftershocks. He let his fingers run up and down my sore bottom until my breathing was back under control.

  Helping me to sit up, he gently pulled the thin cord attached to the bullet and it slipped out of my pussy.

  Steve’s level gaze met mine and he smiled indulgently. “I could listen to you come over and over again, my little sub. It’s like music to my ears.” With that, he lay back on the bed and put his arm around my waist, bringing me down right next to him. “But for now, we should both rest.” He turned off the light and I snuggled into him, feeling his hard chest against my breasts.

  It had been a long couple of days and I welcomed the idea of an early night. I closed my eyes, safe in the arms of my Dom, and slept deeply.

  * * * *

  The next morning, Steve showered, dressed and sat by the fireplace in the kitchen, drinking the coffee I had made him while he was getting ready.

  He looked so much better, and when I went to take his empty mug from him, he pulled me down on to his lap.

  “Thank you sweetheart, I haven’t had a woman take care of me like you have since I was a kid.”

  I cuddled up in his arms, relieved that he was so much better now. “I’m just glad you’re okay. You really scared me when I watched Joe help you into the house.”

  “I’m okay because of your nursing skills,” he said. “Dressed and undressed,” he added, grinning.“I want to get to the club this morning and see what’s going on,” he remarked, kissing me. “Are you ready to go?”

  “Already? But you need at least one more day’s rest, and—”

  “Liza, are you giving me orders?”

  I sat up in his arms, recognizing that tone of voice immediately. “No, it’s just that I’ve been the one taking care of everything and I don’t want you to overdo it,” I replied softly.

  He began to undo the buttons on my shirt, and I tried to push his hands away and get up from his lap.

  “Sit still,” he ordered.

  I stopped moving, knowing that my time as his caregiver was definitely over.

  “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” he stated, pulling my shirt off me and kissing my mouth as I tried to tell him that I was only dressed because I thought I was going to work.

  He lifted me out of the chair and stood me up, taking off my bra and unzipping my jeans, pulling them down as I stood before him. Then, for the second time in his kitchen, he ripped my panties right from my body, throwing them in the fireplace.

  “If you don’t want your jeans going the same way, step out of them now,” he barked.

  I did what he said and stood there naked while he got up and went to a drawer near the kitchen door. He took out a piece of rope and came back over to me. Turning me around, he tied my wrists firmly behind my back.

  My pulse raced as his hands ran over my breasts and teased my nipples, sending pulses of need straight to my rapidly dampening pussy.

  “You need my cock inside you, Liza. You need to be reminded who you belong to. It’s been days since I had you and I won’t wait any longer.”

  With that, he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder, then marched out of the kitchen, down the hall and into his office. Placing me on my feet in front of his desk, he went over to a built-in closet next to the sofa and reached up to retrieve something. I swallowed nervously, and my breath caught in my throat when I saw him take out a metal bar with leather cuffs at each end.

  “Open your legs fo
r me,” he commanded.

  When I’d done so, he knelt and placed the bar between them, securing a cuff around each ankle. He adjusted the bar and they were forced apart even further, until I stood, legs spread wide and my wrists secured firmly behind me.

  He stood back up and observed his handiwork. Then he bent his head and took each of my nipples in turn, sucking them to erect points while his hands ran all over my body.

  Fingers lingered between my legs then stroked my pussy, pulling the lips apart. One large finger slid into my channel and my legs quivered while his finger thrust in and out.

  When he stopped, I whimpered in frustration, and he spanked me with his free hand. He stroked the cheek right afterwards, then spanked me again, showing who was in total control.

  He turned me around to face his desk and pushed me down until I was bent right over it. I heard a zipper being pulled down. He put an arm across my back, keeping me firmly in place.

  Without any warning, I felt his cock drive into my over-sensitive pussy and I cried out as he held me down over the desk. His thick shaft thrust in and out, and I tried to move my hips instinctively, but he held me fast, plunging deeper and deeper each time. My pussy clenched around him and my urgent need to come threatened to push me over the edge.

  “Who do you belong to, Liza,” he said forcefully, slamming into me then spanking my ass as he pulled out.

  “You, Sir.” I fought to maintain control of my senses and my voice didn’t sound like my own when I answered him.

  Suddenly, his cock reached a deeper spot inside me and I gasped, my hips jerking upwards.

  “You like it just there, sub, don’t you?”

  All I could do was whimper in response, and when his hand came around and rubbed over my engorged clit, I gave a wail of ecstasy, my orgasm shattering right through me.

  He kept going, relentlessly pumping his hardness right against that same spot. Incredibly, just when the first climax dissipated, another took its place. I tried desperately to arch my back and thrust my hips against him, but still, he held me in place.

  Then, with a roar, he came, replacing his arm with his entire chest, emptying his semen deep inside me.

  He lay still on me, his breathing ragged and uneven while my surroundings gradually came back into focus. Steve eventually stood up and undid the rope, setting my wrists free. He rubbed them gently before he crouched down and released my ankles from the spreader bar.

  He helped me up from the desk and I immediately stumbled when I tried to move. Strong arms lifted me up and strode across the room to the leather sofa.

  I was shaking, and he gently rubbed my limbs, helping the circulation return in my shoulders. Then he held me tight against him until the trembling subsided.

  He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. “It’s all right, Liza, just hold onto me.”

  “Okay,” I said shakily, not wanting to move from the warm safety of his hard, muscular body.

  We stayed in his office for a while, just resting together, and after a while, I felt at ease, even peaceful, there in his arms. Eventually, Steve got up, putting me down where he had sat, and left the room for a minute. When he came back, he was carrying a bottle of water and my clothes.

  He handed me the bottle and I drank deeply. Then I got up and dressed, smiling when I put my jeans back on, without any underwear.

  He’d taken me forcefully, proving that, without a doubt, he could do what he wanted to me, and I would submit to him. I knew this was what I wanted and what I had been missing during all my years of bad relationships.

  The thing that scared me, though, was how I couldn’t imagine being anyone else’s sub but his. I knew it was dangerous to get so attached to someone who had already made it clear that commitment was a problem. However, it seemed that it was too late for common sense.

  Steve was staring at me as I moved toward the doorway.

  “Come here,” he said gently.

  I walked to him and he put a hand on each of my shoulders, his eyes boring into mine.

  “I’m not very good at expressing myself, but you mean a lot to me, Liza.” His voice was gruff, but it was all I needed to hear at that moment.

  “You mean a lot to me, too,” I replied.

  He studied me then nodded. “Okay, sweetheart, let’s go.”

  Steve kept a hand on my leg as we drove, and put an arm possessively around my shoulders when we entered the club. I loved the attention he was showing me, and when he approved wholeheartedly of the work Mac, Robbie and John had done, I felt warmed by his reaction.

  We spent a couple of hours discussing color schemes for the walls and floors and arguing good-naturedly about fixtures and fittings until Steve decided to go and get food for us all from the local deli a couple of blocks away.

  When I got up to go with him, he shook his head and smiled. “It’s okay, Liza. You stay with the guys. I won’t be long.”

  I sat back down, feeling strangely abandoned. I was annoyed with myself; it wasn’t as if we had to be joined at the hip morning, noon and night. But, I knew if it had been me going to get food, I would have wanted him with me.

  I sighed and went back to the office, deciding to check e-mails and go through some bills while Steve was out. After about fifteen minutes, I heard the back door slam and Steve’s voice, talking quietly.

  Instead of going out into the hallway, I got up and stood by the office door. His tone was strained, if not annoyed. “I know, Joe, but I just don’t want to get shit on again, from a great height.” There was a pause, then “No, I don’t really think she would, but then I didn’t think Anna would, either.” Another pause. “Yeah, well that’s easy for you to say; you’re happily married. Look, I’m back in the club, so I’ll call you in a couple of days, okay?” I heard the rustle of bags being adjusted, and I waited until his footsteps had receded.

  So, that was it. He was having second thoughts. My heart sank, but I knew there was no way I could tell him I had heard the phone call.

  I slipped out of the office and into the ladies room, next to the main club area. I waited a couple of minutes, then shut the door loudly and re-joined the men.

  Steve was still pleasant and chatty, and when I glanced up and caught him looking at me, he smiled. But he seemed distant, compared to how he’d been earlier. I forced myself to carry on acting like there was nothing wrong, and carried on eating and talking to Mac about the shelving for above the bar.

  Around twelve, Steve wanted to leave, promising the guys that he’d be back in a while. He took my hand and led me to the car, opening the door for me, and after he got in, I turned to him.

  “Where are we going,” I asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

  His eyes stayed resolutely on the road ahead. “I’m taking you home after you pick up your stuff from my place. You’ve had a tough week, sweetheart, and now you have to get focused on tomorrow’s trip to your parents.”

  I wasn’t buying it. He’d told me earlier that I belonged to him, and now, he obviously wanted some space from me. His phone call had verified that, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to turn into some needy chick. Though, I’d play this game, whatever it was.

  “Okay, that’s not a bad idea,” I agreed, and we traveled back in silence.

  He opened the front door of his home and I went and grabbed my stuff as quickly as possible, wondering as I did so how long I could keep up this pretense of not being bothered by his behavior.

  Steve locked the house and we drove to my apartment, his hand on my leg, rubbing up and down the whole way there.

  I felt confused, but I wasn’t going to let it show. If he needed some space, I’d happily give it to him. He’d been on his own a while, and I could understand that it was a big adjustment, having another person with him such a lot. What I couldn’t understand was why he didn’t just tell me what he was concerned about so I could reassure him in the way he needed.

  He parked right outside and turned to me. “I want you to call t
omorrow, no matter what. But if you need me before that, for any reason, you are to call me, do you understand?”

  I nodded and smiled, trying to keep my expression light and unconcerned. “Sure, no problem.”

  It sounded flippant, and he grabbed my wrist. “I mean it, Liza.”

  His voice made me turn to him, and the expression on his face told me he was not going to accept my dismissive reply.

  “I’m sorry; I will call if I need to. I promise.”

  He leaned over and kissed me with all the possessiveness he’d shown earlier. My arms wound around his neck and I leaned into him.

  “I’ll speak to you soon,” I said when he finally released my mouth.

  He ran a finger down my cheek, studying me intently, and I thought for a second that he was going to say something else. Instead, he got out of the car and grabbed my bag from the back seat.

  I got out and took it from him, then watched him get back in the car and drive away. I had no choice but to accept that he had to work through whatever he needed to.

  I had to get through the next couple of days too, so I let myself into my apartment and closed the door firmly behind me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  It was good to see Mat again, and the road trip to my parents’ house in Springfield was great fun. He kept me entertained with stories from his work in the military, and I told him about my new job, deciding to just touch on my new relationship with Steve, keeping it light and brief.

  Mat was royally pissed at Mike’s behavior, threatening all sorts of retaliation, but I assured him it was taken care of, telling him how Steve had handled everything when he had walked in on the situation.

  “It sounds like your new guy knows how to take care of you. I’m happy, sis, because you have gone out with some real fucking losers in your time.”

  I punched him playfully on the arm. “Oh yeah, and now you’re going to tell me that none of your past girlfriends have been miserable skanky whores.”

  We both glared at each other and then burst out laughing.

  A couple of minutes later we pulled into the driveway of our parent’s house and Mat turned the engine off.