Secrets of Submission

by LK Shaw

  “Thank you for letting me use your shower. As much fun as the food play was earlier, it’s much better being clean.”

  “You are welcome to anything in my home, Sweetness. As long as I am training you and you belong to me, you may have full reign of the house.”

  My heart cracked a little at his words. I recognized I was emotionally attached to this man and knowing that our time together had an expiration date made my heart ache. I knew from the start that if I let myself feel too much, I’d end up with a broken heart. I didn’t realize it would happen this soon. Shaking off my heartache, I smiled at him and before I stopped myself, my feet propelled me forward until I was toe to toe with him. It wasn’t until I reached him that I noticed he had an insulated ice bucket in his hand, similar to one used to chill a bottle of wine. “What’s that for?”

  “You’ll see,” he said as he reached out for me. He yanked on the towel wrapped around me, and with only a little resistance, I let it fall to the floor. He took my hand and led me to the tall, four-poster, king-sized bed that dominated the middle of room. At the foot of the bed rested a cedar chest covered with a checkered brown, sateen fabric. Covering the bed was a plush down comforter, its outer border a bluish gray color with a color block square of brown and cream in the middle. Six pillows adorned the head of the bed with three large cream pillows stacked side by side behind three smaller brown pillows. Marcus directed me to climb up on the bed. Lying on my back, I wondered where this night would lead to next. I watched as he reached into the bedside table and pulled out several cords made of black silk.

  “Give me your hands.”

  Trustingly, I stretched my arms forward. Tying a loose knot around my wrists with the cords, he then secured each of my arms to the top two posters with the remaining length of cord. He pulled my legs up one by one so they were bent toward my chest. Using extra long lengths of the cords, my legs were also bound to the posts with the cord behind my knees to keep me open and exposed to his heated gaze. I was vulnerable and completely at his mercy. I knew my safe word, but was reluctant to use it. I wanted everything he was offering.

  “It’s awkward being the only naked one, Sir. Please don’t make me suffer alone in my nakedness any longer. I want to see you.”

  Marcus shook his head then lay down next to me. He propped himself up on his elbow and cradled his head in his hand. He idly played with my nipples, tweaking first the right, then the left, my body shuddering under his touch.

  “Not yet, Sweetness. Fuck, you look gorgeous tied to my bed. I’ve pictured this at least a dozen times already as I watch you begging me to let you come. I want you to focus on feeling instead of thinking. You’re always inside your head. I need you out here with me.” He sat up, turning slightly as he reached for something behind him. As he turned back to me, I noticed a royal blue silk cloth in his hand. Before I guessed his intentions, he leaned toward me, placed the cloth over my eyes, and tied it behind my head. “This will help you focus on feeling my touch. Remember to let me know if your arms or legs start going numb, and I’ll loosen the bonds. But for now, I want every part of you open for my exploration. Not a single inch of your body will go untouched tonight.” He punctuated this by sliding his hands up my calves toward my core.

  Without warning hot, wet heat engulfed my breast. My back arched toward the source and a breath of air escaped my lips. “Oh God, Marcus.” A sharp pinch to my nipple had me flinching in pain.

  “You will address me properly, sub.”

  “Sir, I’m sorry. I just need…” was all I said before he interrupted me.

  “You need what I tell you. Now be a good little sub and feel.”

  He suckled my breasts again. I became so focused on the pulling of my nipples that I didn’t realize his hand moved further up the length of my leg until a sharp pinch to my clitoris jerked me to attention. Immediately, two fingers were thrust into my pussy as Marcus began to flick my clit with his thumb. My breath caught at the penetration.

  “Yes,” I hissed.

  “You like that. But you need more don’t you?” It wasn’t a question as he continued pistoning his long fingers in and out of my wetness, this time adding a third finger. Moans of pleasure came from me. Tension spread through my body, when out of nowhere, spasms raced through me as I reached my peak, and I tightened on Marcus’ fingers that continued to fuck me and draw every shudder out of me. I don’t know if I passed out, but I slowly came back to awareness. I knew I was still bound to the bed. Other than that, I was lost to my surroundings.

  “I love watching you come,” came the whisper from beside me. “And we’re just getting started.” I heard a noise I didn’t recognize. “You’re so hot, I think you need something to cool you off,” was all the warning he gave before a bite of cold spread across my lips. So that’s what the ice bucket was for. Back and forth across my lips, he rubbed the ice as it slowly melted into my partially open mouth. I followed the water with my tongue and licked it up as it melted away. His hand left my mouth and a shiver ran down my spine as another ice cube rubbed across my nipple.

  “Marcus…Sir,” burst from my lips. When I didn’t think I could take the almost painful cold, the hot cavern of his mouth joined the ice cube and the combination surrounding my breast made me writhe in ecstasy. I heard more noise, and more ice was pressed to my throbbing clit. “Fuck. Fuck. I can’t take any more.”

  He ignored me as up and down, from slit to clit, Marcus rubbed the ice over me. I struggled against the silk cords. As with my breasts, the heat of his mouth overlapped the cold of the ice. He added his mouth to the mix by nipping and sucking on my clit. Repeatedly, he alternated ice then heat until another powerful orgasm raced through me. I screamed his name as I arched off the mattress.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he lovingly told me as I languished in his bed after the two most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced. He controlled everything about my body, and I was powerless against him.

  “God, the things I let you do to me,” I gasped, still twitching from my release.

  “Sweetness, this is just the beginning,” he laughed softly.

  Groaning, I twisted in my bonds. After removing my blindfold, Marcus unbound my arms and legs and checked them over for abrasions. He questioned me to make sure I had no numbness or tingling, to which I answered in the negative.

  “Turn over onto your belly.”

  Lazily, I turned over, and he grabbed one of the large cream pillows from the bed, stuffed it under my hips, effectively raising my ass in the air. With my head turned to the side facing the mirror, I observed us as though we were two actors performing in a play. It didn’t feel real that I was one of the actors on the stage. I watched as Marcus slowly began undressing. First, he removed his dress shirt, button by button, before tossing it over the arm of the midnight blue armchair that sat next to the French doors that opened into the large master bath I’d recently exited. Muscles flexed in his arms and chest, as inch by inch, he peeled the undershirt over his head, exposing the most amazing set of abs to ever grace a man’s body. I continued to lay there, mesmerized by the strip show he was unwittingly performing for me. He kicked off his shoes before slowly unbuckling his pants. He knew I was watching in anticipation. I loved his cock and I was desperate to see it again. It had seemed like a lifetime ago since I’d felt him plunging into my depths.

  In the blink of an eye, he removed his pants, and they also met with the arm of the chair. It was impossible not to lick my lips as I took in his glorious length. Surrounded by neatly groomed hair, his cock bobbed up and down as pre-cum leaked from its head. I licked my lips again wishing he was close enough for me to lap up his essence. Moving to the bed, I watched in the mirror as he climbed up and sat straddling my backside, his cock lying perfectly in the crease of my ass. He reached over me and into the same bedside table that had contained the cords he had used to tie me with and pulled out a small jar. Marcus opened the jar, and scents of bergamot, coriander, and orange peel wafted from
inside. The soft scent filled the room with its fragrance. Marcus dipped his fingers in the jar and coated them with the oil.

  Starting at my shoulders, he began a deep, sensuous massage, kneading the knots in my muscles. I closed my eyes as I relaxed under his expert touch. He released the tightness from my muscles by drawing big circles up and down my back and kneading certain spots. For what seemed like hours, he continued massaging my back before shifting himself further down the bed until the massage started up again. Marcus massaged my feet, not forgetting my toes, before moving up to my calves, then my thighs. He continued massaging my thighs, which I widened almost unconsciously, and before I took my next breath, his finger pushed deep into my dripping core from behind. He gathered my juice before he slowly dragged his finger up and lightly massaged my anus, using both my own moisture and the oil to coat the outer ring. I squeezed my cheeks almost instinctively against the invasion. I knew anal sex had been on the table from the beginning and even though I’d experimented a little, it was different experiencing the sensation caused by someone else.

  “Relax. You need to loosen up if I’m going to get a plug in there. I’ll try to take it as slow as I can, but know that I can’t wait to drive my cock in there, watching as I stretch this hole wide.” I shivered as I pictured his cock thrusting into my ass. He continued to massage my ring which loosened little by little with each circle he made until I was relaxed enough that he slid his finger all the way in. He thrust his finger inside my oiled up hole several times, which had me panting at the intrusion.

  He removed his finger and poured more oil over my ass, which dripped down my crack. This allowed him to push his finger back inside my asshole with more ease. “I want you to inhale, then exhale and as you exhale push out.” At my exhale, I pushed out as he’d instructed and then there was a slight burn and sting as this time he entered me with two fingers. In and out, he pressed his fingers adding in a scissoring pattern to open me up wider. I don’t remember him getting into the nightstand again after picking up the oil. Sometime during my massage he must have. Suddenly, he removed his fingers. They were quickly replaced by something much bigger.

  “God, I can’t wait until it’s my cock inside you instead.” I struggled to catch my breath as I felt the pressure of the plug against my ass. “Like before I want you to breathe in, and then as you breathe out, try to push the plug out.” Taking a deep breath in, I concentrated on relaxing as I exhaled and pushed out at the same time. Even before I’d completed my inhale, the plug was being gently pushed into my ass. I forced myself to relax as the plug stretched me wider than I ever thought possible as Marcus slid it the rest of the way in. I winced at the stronger pinch of pain as the flared base added that final, additional stretch before the plug became fully seated in my ass.

  “Oh my God, I’m so full.” I lay there trying to catch my breath as the sensation of having the plug in my ass washed over me. It was mildly uncomfortable and foreign. I wanted to experience everything so I continued to force myself to relax. Before I knew it, the intense pressure had eased and I slowly grew accustomed to the full sensation.

  “Fucking gorgeous. Seeing you with a plug and knowing that soon it’ll be my cock there instead has me almost ready to blow. I don’t think I can go easy on you right now. I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you hard.” Without further warning, Marcus grabbed my hips, lined his cock up to my cunt and thrust all the way to the hilt. I screamed in pleasure at the sensation of being filled. With the plug in my ass, the fit inside my pussy was as tight as a glove. Ruthlessly, he began fucking me. With each thrust of his cock, the plug pushed further inside my ass and the dual sensation of being filled in both holes was more than I could take, especially after the two orgasms I’d already had. Boldness came over me just then. I reached down between my legs and played with my clit. I was desperate for release and with a few flicks, I screamed out my climax as I heard the roar of pleasure as Marcus echoed my release. Collapsing on the bed, I was lost to the world. I barely felt Marcus pull me up against him, his cock and the plug still inside me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Penny

  As I slowly came awake, a delicious heat warmed my back. I snuggled a little closer to it. I winced slightly with the movement as the muscles in my ass reminded me of the plug that had so recently been there. Marcus must have removed it while I slept. I lazily turned over to look at the man in bed with me. A lock of hair brushed Marcus’ forehead, and in sleep, he appeared slightly less intense than usual and even a few years younger. I admired the beauty this man possessed. It wasn’t even his outer beauty that was so potent. It was also his inner beauty. Of course, I’d never tell him that for fear of embarrassing myself. It was true though. Marcus was kind, gentle when needed, yet firm when required, protective, and loving. He was like a knight in slightly tarnished armor. For however long it lasted, he was mine.

  I studied him a bit longer. My eyes traveled from the adorable lock to his full lips. I continued my perusal down his muscular chest and then stuttered a little at the exposed washboard abs. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement further south of my visual journey’s end.

  “Don’t mind him. He just appreciates the lustful gaze of a voluptuous goddess such as you.”

  Giggling, I raised my eyes to meet his brilliant green ones. “So, you’re saying I should ignore him and he’ll go away? I don’t want to be rude and not offer a proper good morning.” Even before I’d finished my sentence, my hand had made its way under the covers to grasp Marcus’ cock. Simultaneously sitting up and elbowing the sheet out of the way, it was impossible not to ogle the gorgeous specimen in my hand. Continuing my stroking, I began peppering kisses down Marcus’ chest giving a little nip here and there to his nipples. I circled his belly button with my tongue and followed his treasure trail to my pot of gold. Moving positions so I now straddled his legs, I leisurely ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, giving it a little swirl around the head. I gave him one long lick down the length before gently sucking his ball sac as I continued stroking him with my hand. After my tender ministrations to his sac, I raised my eyes to meet his as I at last took him in my mouth.

  I had never before been interested in giving blowjobs, but as with everything else I’d experienced with this man, I wanted to do this. I wanted to give this to him after everything he’d given me. I felt powerful, knowing that I brought this man to his knees. Never breaking eye contact, I gave him all that I had. Hollowing my cheeks I continued sucking, taking him deeper each time. I wanted Marcus to become a part of me. I fondled his sac, gently coaxing his orgasm forward.

  “Take a deep breath and relax your throat,” he instructed. Inhaling deeply, I did my best to relax my throat as he said as I continued lowering my head. His cock hit the back of my throat and I began coughing and had to pull back. “Gently,” he coaxed. Recovering quickly, I tried again, this time taking him a little farther. I relished him being so far inside me. Up and down my mouth moved over him. His balls tightening under my hand. “I want you to swallow everything I give you. Can you do that for me, Sweetness?” I hummed my agreement, and before I knew it, I felt his seed wash the back of my throat. I continued milking every last drop until I’d taken all he’d given me. With a pop, I pulled my lips away from his still semi-hard cock.

  “I’m falling in love with you, Sir.” I uttered without thinking, the words bubbling up and bursting out before I caught them. A prolonged silence followed my declaration. Marcus swallowed and opened and closed his mouth like he wasn’t sure how to respond. Hurriedly, I added, “I don’t expect you to feel the same way about me. I just wanted you to know.”

  “I’m sorry, Penny, I don’t know what to say. I care about you greatly. I think you’re confusing your feelings with love, though, because I’m the first man who finally understands your needs in the bedroom. It’s extremely easy for a new sub to develop overly strong feelings for her first Dom. Once you become comfortable in your role as a submissive and star
t to play with other Doms, I think you’ll soon discover that it’s gratitude, not love, you’re feeling.”

  My heart broke a little at his words. Shielding my heart against his rejection, I tried to shrug off his words. “Perhaps you’re right, Sir. Maybe it is gratitude. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

  “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” Although his tone said different. He rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, leaving me to nurse my bruised heart. When I heard the shower start, I rose from the bed and dressed, wincing slightly. What had only moments ago been a lovely way to start my morning now had me tired and heartsick. As I finished putting on my shoes, the bathroom door opened and Marcus emerged wearing only a low-slung towel. He paused slightly as he noticed my attire.

  I awkwardly rocked back and forth on my feet. “Thank you for a great evening, Sir. I need to get going. I have some things I need to take care of.”

  “Penny…” he started.

  “It’s fine, Marcus. I’ll see myself out,” I turned and walked out.

  Marcus

  “Fuck,” I ground out, pissed at myself for letting Penny walk out like that. Hurt crossed her face when I didn’t say anything to her. The fucked up thing was, I knew I probably loved her. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. There was too much fucking shit going on in my life right now with Evan that I needed to deal with first.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Marcus

  I knew I had fucked things up with Penny the other night, but I was still trying to figure out what to do about Evan so I stayed away from her for the rest of the weekend. It was mid-morning on Monday, and I sat at my desk looking over a client’s investment portfolio when my assistant knocked on my door. “Mr. Allen, this was just delivered for you.”