RecipeforSubmission

by Sindra van Yssel

  She blushed and then melted as she looked into his eyes. “I-I came over here to repay the gift you gave me, really.” She had been about to add and ask a few questions but stopped when she realized she didn’t know what the questions were.

  “What about the gifts you gave me, Kyra? Trust, for instance, when you let me clip your wrists to the cross in the club? You don’t owe me anything. But if you want to give, then you’ll have to surrender once again.”

  “And you’ll come this time?”

  “And I’ll decide this time who comes when and where and how many times.”

  How many times. God he’s full of himself. But I bet he can deliver. If he’s half as good in bed as he is cooking…

  She took a scoop of her couscous, turning her eyes from him to the food. She might as well give up on evening the score, anyway. She didn’t much like to cook—that was indeed a sometimes necessary task to be rushed through, as far as she was concerned—but she could if she needed to. She doubted he’d be impressed. Nothing she made was as good as the meal he’d whipped up in a few minutes.

  He didn’t rush her. They ate in silence for several long minutes until both their plates were empty. She didn’t feel stuffed—the portions hadn’t been huge—but her taste buds were more than satisfied.

  She looked up at him, not sure what to say. She squirmed in her chair in response to the dull ache between her legs at the idea of saying I surrender to him. But the words stuck in her throat. For a moment, their gazes locked, and then he stood, pushed his chair back and walked around her. Her gaze followed him, thinking at first he was giving up on her, and then sighing in relief as she felt his hands touch her shoulders.

  His fingers deftly unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. “Do you remember your safe word, Kyra?”

  Her heart beat faster. What was he going to do that she needed a safe word? Although she supposed if she didn’t want him unbuttoning her blouse she could use it for that. He really should have asked. But there was something sexy about this man taking too. Her nipples tightened at the thought. He’d take her clothes, take her body. He expects me to remember a word? “I don’t remember.”

  “It’s banana.”

  “Oh.”

  “Did you want to use it now?”

  “No.”

  He undid another button, and another. He pushed the blouse from her shoulders. “You have beautiful breasts, Kyra.”

  She blushed. From the angle he was at he probably had a nice view down the cleavage her bra created. “Do we have to talk about them?”

  He chuckled. “No.” He unbuttoned the last button and then pulled the blouse off.

  She took a breath. No big deal. Nothing they hadn’t done last week. His hands massaged her shoulders and upper arms, kneading out tense muscles. She relaxed. When he unclasped her bra in the back it was like another muscle unclenching, until she thought about him watching. He slid her bra straps off her shoulders and they fell down her arms. That was further than they’d gone last week.

  “Hey!”

  “Shhhh,” he whispered with a trace of amusement. “No talking about them.” And lest there be any doubt about what “they” were, he slid his hands forward to cup her bare breasts, her nipples poking at his palms.

  “It’s cold in here,” she lied.

  He kissed her neck behind her right ear and whispered, “I turned off the air conditioner while you were upstairs.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I planned to take your clothes off. And you’re not cold. You’re turned-on.”

  That didn’t help her nipples relax at all. Neither did his thumbs, which were brushing against her now-aching peaks quite deliberately. “All of them?”

  “I thought I might leave your skirt on, if you ask nicely.”

  She didn’t know what to say. She wanted her modesty, but she found herself craving more than a make-out session. I want him inside me, that’s what I want. I want him fucking me.

  “Your panties, though, have to go.”

  Oh.

  “Now,” he insisted.

  “You want me to take them off?” She wasn’t sure what she expected, whether he’d reach in and grab them.

  “Yes, Kyra. I want you to take them off.” His forefinger and his thumb were playing with her right nipple. He wasn’t pinching, just rubbing very firmly. Much more of that and it would start to feel like pain, but it didn’t yet. It did make her frantic, made her want to grab his wrist and control it and make him ease off.

  “Too much!” she cried.

  “That’s not your safe word,” he murmured, and started doing the same thing to her left side, making both peaks ache. She arched her back into him and shuddered. She couldn’t come just from having her nipples stimulated, could she?

  She still didn’t want him thinking she was submitting to him. She lifted her butt and pulled up her skirt to get to her panties, but she tried to turn it into a bargain. “Okay, okay. I’ll do what you say.” She put her underpants on the table where he could see them. She’d done her part, now he’d give her back control. Right?

  He did let go, but only to scoop her up off the chair. He carried her away from the table and took advantage of the way her breasts were close to his face to suck one engorged peak into his mouth.

  “Oh god.” The wetness of his mouth was soothing relief, but the pull on her breast was adding coals to the fire. Her pussy was aching for his touch. All she could do was hold on to him while he carried her through the living room and up the stairs. Toward the bedroom. “Fuck me, please.”

  She hadn’t intended to say the words out loud, and was surprised to hear them come out of her mouth. His eyes danced, as if he knew it had slipped out. The fact that she put her hand to her mouth right after probably hadn’t helped. He pushed the door to his bedroom open with his foot and then carried her to the bed. He set her down carefully, almost as if she might break.

  “Spread your legs.” His tone made it clear it was an order, not a request. She did as she was told. He flipped her skirt up. She felt the heat of his gaze as if it were a physical thing, burning her pussy. Her knees shook as she fought the urge to pull back and cover herself up. If only he would fuck her hard and fast, she wouldn’t feel so naked. She’d feel less embarrassed to be completely naked in front of him than with her skirt slid up so he could stare.

  He crawled up onto the bed, but made no move to take his own clothes off. “You have a beautiful pussy, Kyra,” he said, and then he leaned forward and gave it a long lick, starting at the bottom and sliding unhurriedly until his tongue swirled around her clit.

  She couldn’t help it. She closed her thighs around his head, wanting to hold it there. But he was stronger and moved back. “Spread your legs for me or I’ll tie them in place,” he growled at her. He’d do it too, she knew. She had half a mind to make him, but she took a deep breath and parted her thighs once more.

  “Good girl.”

  The words filled her with warmth. They shouldn’t make me feel so good. And I’m a woman, not a girl. She was angrier with herself for liking being told she was a good girl far more than she was with him for saying it, but she opened her mouth to scold him anyway. His tongue danced around her clit once more, and all that came out of her was a moan.

  She reached for him to grab his head, to force his face against her, and stopped. He’d probably tie her arms for that. Maybe. She had to get some kind of control over what was going on. She pulled at the back of his head, craving it more, harder. If she could have gotten his tongue all the way inside her she gladly would have. She rotated her hips, trying to increase the friction against his mouth, his nose, his chin, anything.

  In less than a second he was on her. His hands grabbed her wrists and forced them back to the bed. She tried to close her legs and found his knees in the way. As if to make a point he pushed back, spreading his knees and forcing her thighs even farther apart. His face leaned over hers and she felt his hot breath against her lips. “You don’t le
arn, do you? I’m in control. Not you. Not unless you say your safe word, and then and only then will you walk out of here unmolested.”

  She wasn’t going to say it. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he could push her that far, and besides, she didn’t want to leave his bed, much less his home. But something in her would not give in. She stuck her tongue out at him.

  He didn’t blink. “And never, ever stick that out unless you intend to use it. And have it used.” His lips crushed hers in a kiss, and his tongue pushed inside her mouth. Their tongues danced and wrestled, slipping over one another. His face pressed her head back, the mattress compressing behind it before she was trapped between his kiss and the bed. He kissed as well as he cooked, and she found herself hungry for it, her lips pressing back, her tongue overpowered but still questing to get deeper into his mouth.

  When he finally drew back, she wanted to say thank you, but different words came out instead. “When you kiss me like that, I can’t say my word, can I?”

  He stared at her. Damn my smart mouth.

  “Well?” he said.

  She didn’t say a word.

  “I didn’t think so. Don’t you dare move an inch.” He lifted his leg up and over her thigh and then rolled out of bed. She wondered if she’d really pissed him off, but he didn’t sound angry. Just firm. Unyielding. In control, of himself and her. She didn’t move.

  He opened a drawer and came back with rope. He was quick about it, tying her wrists to the upper corners of the bed and her ankles to the lower ones. She let him, ignoring the voice that told her that it wasn’t safe to be tied up in the house of a stranger, especially one who kept rope right near his bed in case he needed it. She would be at his mercy. She wanted to be at his mercy. This is crazy. But I want it.

  “Now I’ll do what I wanted to do in the first place.” He moved back onto the bed, between her legs, and kissed her pussy with an exaggerated smack.

  The touch of his lips sent shivers up her spine and sparks straight to her core. She felt her pussy clench, wanting to have something inside it to squeeze. She felt his hands on the inside of her thighs and thought a finger or two would do nicely if she wasn’t going to have his cock right away. But he didn’t penetrate her. He stroked down, his rough fingers pressing into her flesh, pulling from each side of her labia and then down several inches, stretching sensitive skin. She felt her pussy lips spread and his tongue dove in to take advantage, licking her, tasting her. His nose tickled her clit for a moment, making her tingle, and then it was gone. Fortunately his warm, wet tongue soon replaced it, soothing the tingle and making it worse all at the same time.

  His fingers crawled upward as his tongue continued its assault. They pulled at her skin and the touch of his tongue intensified. Her clit felt huge and engorged. Muscles in her belly twitched as she felt the heat rise. She was losing control. Her orgasm was so close a few more touches would do it. “Please. Yes. Like that.”

  He drew back. “Would you like to come?”

  “Yes, goddammit!” He knew the answer, why was he even asking her?

  His fingers stroked lazily around the inside of her thighs and she pushed with her hips, trying to make contact with his knuckles at least. She succeeded, once, but it didn’t put her over the edge, just made her teeter more frustratingly.

  “Yes, I would,” she said, thinking maybe if she didn’t swear at him he’d help her come. But she already felt it receding, and he did nothing but watch her eyes.

  “A sub says ‘yes Sir’ when asked a question like that. Or even ‘if you wish, Sir,’ if she trusts her Dom to understand she means yes. Whether you get to come, of course, is still up to me.” He bent down between her legs again and licked up one side of her labia and then down the other, with only a momentary stop at her clit on the way.

  “Yes Sir,” she said. There was no way she was taking any chances with his understanding.

  “When I ask,” he murmured, and repeated the slow path of his tongue, starting on the other side. It wasn’t enough, but she wasn’t in any position to make him do more. She felt the pressure build inside her again as his tongue flicked past her clit one more time. He teased her until she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore, his hands stroking all around her sex but never touching, his tongue tasting her but never concentrating on where she needed it long enough.

  “Would you like to come, Kyra?”

  “Yes!” That wasn’t enough, she knew. What did he say? I’ll say anything. “Yes, Master, please!”

  “Sir would have done, love, Master is for slaves.” But his tongue flicked across her clit and didn’t leave, moving back and forth in tight little circles that made her pussy feel as if it were on fire. His fingers plunged into her—two, three? Then everything broke loose and her body shook, pulling at the ropes around her wrists and ankles without even intending to. Never before had she felt an orgasm all over instead of just down below, and it seemed as if it wouldn’t stop. Her arms and legs quivered, her face grew hot, her breasts tingled and jiggled and her womb clenched. She screamed.

  Chapter Five

  Drew admired his handiwork. Her body shone with sweat. Her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy. Her breasts rose and fell, pretty pink nipples jutting out at him. She looked as if she were going to fall asleep, her body sated, and he was going to let her despite the raging hard-on he had. If he grabbed a condom from the drawer and fucked her hard he doubted she’d object, and it would certainly satisfy his needs on one level, but he wanted her awake and with him.

  Her eyes fluttered open. Her voice was husky. “Now your needs, Sir.” For all he’d thought she was dropping off, her gaze was remarkably steady.

  He smiled. So she was going to stay awake after all.

  She pulled at the ropes around her wrists as if she forgot they were there. Then she pulled again, after the ropes had reminded her. “I could please you more if you let me go. Sir.”

  “You please me most bound.”

  He slipped off the bed and stood, taking his shirt off. He didn’t really want to bother; he would have been happy to free his cock and plunge it into her. He had to force himself to remember he was more than his cock, and he’d enjoy himself best naked. He enjoyed the power imbalance accentuated by having her naked while he was fully clothed but it was an appetizer, not the main course.

  When he finally got his pants off, her eyes went wide. “You’re big.”

  He chuckled. He knew nature had been kind to him.

  “Sir? I have a request.”

  He thought he knew what it was going to be. Fuck me. That suited him fine. She asked respectfully enough, so she’d figured out how to play the game. For a tourist, she was doing very well. “Go ahead.”

  “Please use me in whatever way your imagination desires, Sir.”

  He’d heard whatever you want from women. But the way she phrased it was something else entirely. She didn’t know how wild his imagination could run. He opened the drawer, ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom over his cock. He’d reward her. If she thought she was done coming, she was in for a surprise.

  He mounted the bed and Kyra, positioning his cock at her entrance, rubbing it against her folds. She jerked her hips up in response, spurring him on. She wanted it, all right. At least she wasn’t one of those idiots who protested that he was going to be too big for her.

  He entered her slowly, advancing inch by inch, although as slick as she was he could have plunged all the way in with one thrust. She tried to wiggle forward and hurry matters along, and the bed creaked as her ankles pulled on her bindings.

  “Yessssss.”

  He grinned. She was a vocal little thing, and he liked that. He liked everything he knew about her, now that his guard was down. He reached up and squeezed her breasts and she groaned. Whatever way your imagination desires, Sir. He moved his fingers closer together. Her nipples called to him and he wanted to see how sensitive they were, how much she could take with pleasure. He remembered how
she liked it when the flogger wrapped around. He was guessing he wouldn’t be disappointed. But he decided to wait a moment.

  He moved that last inch, until he was all the way in and her pussy squeezed him. That was no involuntary reaction, he knew. He smiled at her, waited for her to unclench, and then pulled almost all the way out. Her eyes pleaded with him. His fingers squeezed her nipples and tugged as he slammed back in.

  “Oh!” Her eyes widened and then he couldn’t see them anymore as she arched her back and pushed her hips toward him, her head leaning backward. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  He watched her breasts jiggle as he held them by their tips. She pulled back against him, helpless to get away but increasing the tug on her tender peaks even more. He’d intended to let her go, to hold them for a moment, but he wasn’t going to let her take the upper hand by pulling away. He moved back and forth, fucking her, and her upper body held still while her hips jerked in rhythm with his. She wasn’t trying to pull away after all, he realized, as she didn’t try to relax the tension in her breasts. She was trying to intensify the sensation. He grinned. My kind of woman.

  He replaced one pair of fingers with his mouth and sucked greedily. His cock was aching for her and he was possessed of a primitive desire to claim her, to mark her as his and his alone. He rubbed her tender nipple against his teeth and all she did was moan louder. He had thought her done when her eyes had closed earlier, but she was close, very close, to another orgasm. Maybe as close as he was. He straightened, letting the suction go, and held her breasts in his palms. She liked the intensity. He’d give it to her at the right moment.

  He gritted his teeth to avoid giving in to his own need to erupt inside her. She wouldn’t want him to slow down, and damn if that wouldn’t make it easier. He filled her, thrusting in deep, as far as he could, and he felt her pussy flutter around him. Almost there. Almost. He reached forward and flicked the peaks of her breasts with a snap of his fingers. If I’m right about her…