by Opal Carew
His to Command
#5
The Submission
Opal Carew
St. Martin’s Griffin
New York
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Kate’s blood froze. Matt had told her Ileana had meant nothing to him. That he’d only dated her for a short time, then ended it when he realized how manipulative she was. Now she was staring at proof that he’d been lying.
Ileana flicked her finger across the iPad to display other pictures of her and Matt while they shopped for a ring, the two of them smiling and laughing, just like any newly engaged couple would while searching for the perfect symbol of their love.
Kate felt ill.
“Everything was great between me and Matt until he saw you running through some shopping mall a couple of weeks ago.” She said it with distaste, as if she wouldn’t be caught dead in a mall. “Then he decided he wanted to go after you again.”
Ileana turned off the iPad and slid it back into her purse. “He told me he just wanted a quick fling with you. Since I know how much he’s always wanted to train you into total submission, he hoped I’d be understanding enough to indulge him.” She shrugged. “I’m pretty open-minded. I don’t mind swapping partners, and definitely threesomes are great, but…” Her sharp gaze locked onto Kate. “I draw the line at an obsession like you. I told him he had to choose. You or me.”
“And he chose me,” Kate said, but found no pleasure in it.
Ileana took a sip of her water, then nodded. “But don’t get too excited about it. I know Matt and he knows me. He figures he’ll have his fun with you, then when it’s over, he’ll come chasing after me again, assuming he’ll be able to win me back.” She smiled. “And ordinarily he’d be right. But this time, I’ve decided not to let him have his way. So I’m leaving for good.”
“Is that why you came here? To tell me he’s all mine now?” Kate said with sarcasm, wondering what was really at the heart of this woman’s visit.
She just laughed. “Don’t kid yourself. You won’t be able to hold on to him any more than I could. He’s an incredibly screwed-up guy and he’s incapable of a normal relationship.” She put her glass down and paced across the room. “No, I’m here because I made a mistake. I gave him back his ring and now I’m having second thoughts.”
Kate frowned. “So you want him back?”
Ileana laughed. “No, I don’t want him back. I want the ring.”
“Oh.” The word escaped from Kate’s lips, as she wondered how Ileana could possibly let Matt slip away if she had a choice. “Why?”
Ileana shrugged. “I’m moving to L.A. Making a new start. That ring will go a long way to a down payment on a condo. I think I deserve that.” She walked toward the stairs. “So I’ll just go get it and get out of your hair.”
Kate stepped in front of her. “I think not.” Kate was not about to let Ileana, or anyone else, take something from Matt’s house without his permission.
“It’s my ring.” Ileana glared at her.
“Not once you gave it back to him. If you want it, you’ll have to ask Matt for it.”
Ileana turned thoughtful. “I would think you’d help a girl out. After all, he betrayed you, too.”
“I told you, I don’t believe Matt was in on that horrible incident you arranged at the party.”
Ileana’s lips turned up in a condescending smile. “I wasn’t talking about that, sweetie. I bet he didn’t tell you that—”
A beeping indicated that Kate had received a text. She pulled the phone from her jeans pocket and glanced at it.
“Matt will be here in a few minutes,” Kate said.
“Well, that will be awkward. Look, why don’t you just be a dear and run up and get the ring for me. Then I’ll be out of here and you can return to whatever little games you and Matt have been playing. The ring’s in his bedside table. The one nearest the window.”
“I said no.” Kate’s head was swirling with confusing thoughts and emotions, and she wasn’t sure what to believe, but there was one thing she was certain of: Ileana would not leave here with anything she didn’t have when she’d arrived.
Except my peace of mind.
Ileana’s eyes narrowed, but she drew her shoulders back, then turned and marched out, slamming the front door behind her.
Kate drew a sigh of relief, but one thing kept nagging at her. What else hadn’t Matt told her?
Kate glanced at her watch. Matt actually said he’d be back in about an hour, but she’d wanted Ileana out of here. She was hoping that telling her Matt would arrive imminently would hasten her exit.
She gripped the banister and slowly walked up the stairs. Step by step. Heading toward Matt’s room at the end of the hall. She pushed open the door, then walked toward the bed, staring at the bedside table as if it were Pandora’s box.
Which to her it was.
If she opened that drawer and found an engagement ring, it would not only back up Ileana’s story about him giving her a ring—which was already pretty clear from the pictures—but it would prove that Matt still had feelings for Ileana. Otherwise, why would he keep the ring? And so handy.
Did he pull it out and stare at it, wondering if he had made the wrong choice chasing after Kate? Did his heart really belong to Ileana?
She sank onto the bed. Had Matt really come after Kate—offered to invest in her company and all—just to engineer things to get her here for this week of domination? She stared at the closed drawer. For Matt, the money was pocket change, so it was possible.
At a noise from downstairs, her gaze darted to the doorway. Had that been the lock on the front door unlatching? She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and stared at it. Oh, God, Matt had texted her again, saying that he’d been able to get away earlier than he thought and he’d be home in five minutes. That was five minutes ago. She had been so caught up in her emotional turmoil, it hadn’t registered.
The door opened, then closed.
What would she do? He expected her to be ready for their next lesson. When he’d been called to the office this morning, efficient Matt had decided to use this as an opportunity. A Dom would expect his obedient submissive to be ready and waiting for him.
Part of her wanted to march down the stairs and confront him about his relationship with Ileana, and the ring. But what was the point? She didn’t own him. She wasn’t even in a relationship with him. And he’d made it clear this wouldn’t lead to a relationship.
She could hear him on the stairs and her heart thundered in her chest.
The only thing she could reasonably be angry about was that he’d lied to her about his relationship with Ileana, but maybe he’d done that to spare her feelings. Or maybe Ileana had lied to her, despite the pictures.
Okay, she needed time to think. She wasn’t ready to confront Matt about any of this right now. Especially after what had happened last night.
She heard Matt’s footsteps on the hardwood floor of the hallway.
It would be easier to continue with their plans, then gather her wits later. She would confront Matt about these things then.
But what would she do right now? She glanced around the room in a panic. She didn’t have time to
don the leather outfit he’d given her. It was in her room anyway. And he’d be here in seconds.
What would a good sub do?
She began tugging off her clothes, thrusting the pieces under the bed, out of sight, then she stripped off her bra.
His footsteps drew closer.
She whipped off her panties and threw them and the bra out of sight as well, then climbed on the bed and did the only thing she could think of. She got into the position he had taught her in her apartment when she’d asked him to explain about the training.
She knelt and placed her head on the bed, widened her knees, and lifted her ass in the air, her back end toward the doorway.
Matt walked into the room and his breath caught as he saw Kate’s naked ass hiked up in the air, her knees wide and her intimate folds on display. His gaze locked on her shaven pussy, and his cock lurched to attention.
“Hello, Kate.”
“Hello, Mr. Pearce.” Her voice was a little muffled with her head turned sideways and her cheek pressed against the duvet.
“You’re not wearing the outfit I instructed you to wear.”
“Sorry, Sir. I didn’t time things properly, and I didn’t want to keep you waiting. I hoped this would please you.”
He walked closer to the bed, a smile turning up his lips as he took in the graceful line of her naked body folded on the bed. With her chest pressed tight against the duvet, her breasts were hidden from view. He’d bet her nipples were hard.
He stroked his hand over the curve of her creamy derriere, enjoying the feel of her smooth, silken skin.
“Yes, I like seeing you on display like this very much, but you must learn to follow my commands to the letter.”
He lifted his hand and smacked her bare ass.
“Right?” He smacked again, a little harder this time.
“Yes, Mr. Pearce,” she said breathlessly.
He caressed her slightly reddened ass a few more times, gazing at her exposed folds. They glistened in the light. He glided his fingertips over her slit and almost groaned at the feel of her slickness. He slid his fingers into her, stroking deep inside her passage. He slid his thumb over her clit, loving the catch in her breath.
She was dripping wet now. He drew in a breath and pulled from her sweet heat, then crossed to his dresser and opened one of the side drawers. He found the silicon device and returned to her. He pressed the head of the small plastic cock to her opening and pressed it inside. He pushed it in and out a couple of times, until it was thoroughly coated in her slickness, which would act as a natural lubricant, then he positioned it against her back opening.
She stiffened as he pressed it slowly forward.
“Relax. Just let it go in.”
They had shared anal sex in the past, so he knew this wouldn’t be too challenging for her, but he eased it in slowly. Once it was all the way in, the flat, round end rested against her cheeks, preventing it from being drawn further into her body.
“Good. Now sit up.”
She lowered her ass and pushed herself up, then turned and sat on the end of the bed. As his eyes feasted on her beautiful breasts, tipped with hard, tight nipples, his cock ached at the thought of the butt plug nestled tightly in her ass.
He stepped in front of her. “Now, suck my cock.”
“Yes, Mr. Pearce.” She unfastened his zipper, the delicate touch of her fingertips moving over his crotch causing his cock to twitch in excitement. She wrapped her warm fingers around him and drew him out.
He almost groaned as her lips surrounded him. She took him deep, then slid back, then glided forward again, taking him deeper each time, until he was fully immersed in her. He forked his fingers through her long auburn hair and guided her head forward and back. He resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth, just letting her do the work. She glided her hand under his balls and cupped them gently, then fondled them.
“Fuck, that feels good.” His cock ached with the need to release. “Make me come, Kate. I want to fill your mouth.”
She glided faster, tightening her lips around his shaft as she took him deep into her heat. Squeezing him as she moved.
“Oh, yeah.” Heat flared through him. “Come on, baby. I’m so close.”
Then pleasure speared through him and he erupted into her mouth.
Kate felt his cock release, filling her mouth with hot liquid. She swallowed, then glided off his deflating cock. She sat back and the butt plug shifted a little inside her, reminding her of its presence. She gazed at him, so hot she wanted him to flip her over and drive into her right now. The thought of his big, thick cock gliding into her sex while the butt plug filled her ass had her close to swooning. It would be like having two men inside her at the same time.
“Go and put on the outfit I gave you to wear. Meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She stood up and hurried out the door to her room. It would take almost that long to put on the tiny garment, or at least to figure it out with all the straps. She picked it up and tried to figure out what went where. She fastened a strap around her waist, then another behind her neck. The straps surrounded her breasts and crisscrossed her body. Next, she slipped on the tiny leather thong. She glanced in the mirror. The black straps against her pale skin looked very striking. And sexy, with her breasts totally naked and her nipples poking forward at full attention. Four short straps still lay on the bed. Wrist and ankle bands. She sat on the bed and began fastening each into position.
She knew she should be thinking about Matt’s lie about his relationship with Ileana. She knew she should consider walking away from this week with him. But she didn’t want to. Maybe she couldn’t trust him in the relationship department, but he wasn’t offering her a relationship…other than business. But this week…Oh, God, as soon as he’d walked into the room she’d started getting wet. His masculine presence dominated any room, and she was helpless to resist him.
She finished fastening the second ankle strap and glanced at the clock, then shot to her feet as she realized she had less than a minute to get downstairs. She grabbed the high-heeled pumps with the metal stiletto heels that he’d given her with the outfit and hurried down the hall, knowing she’d move faster carrying them than wearing them. Once at the bottom of the stairs, she stepped into them, then continued to the kitchen.
“Late again.” He stood in the kitchen, a commanding male specimen, even when totally naked.
Especially naked. His big cock hung in front of him like a pendulum, then it began to stiffen as his gaze glided the length of her. When it rested on her naked breasts, her nipples puckered. Oh, God, she wanted him to touch them.
“You really need to learn some discipline. And I have just the solution. Follow me.”
He walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, Kate following on his heels. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his hard, tight butt.
He opened a door then her heart leaped as she realized there were stairs leading down.
The basement.
So, have you seen his dungeon yet? Ileana had said casually. It’s in the basement…
She hesitated as he started down the stairs, but she forced herself to follow him. He led her to a solid oak door, then opened it.
…and well soundproofed. No one would hear you scream.
Her eyes widened and memories of that other dungeon catapulted through her mind, when she’d screamed long and loud and no one had come to help.
She couldn’t force herself to step inside. She noticed chains on the wall and a big X made of wood with chains attached to each end. A person chained to it would be forced into a spread-eagled position. Open and vulnerable.
There was a padded bench about waist high, which she could imagine being bent over to be spanked or penetrated. There were other pieces of equipment around the room, but it all faded away as she became overwhelmed with emotion. Memories of being chained and then being whipped again and again in Ileana’s dungeon kept her frozen to the spo
t, her breath shallow and her head spinning.
“I said follow me.”
At Matt’s quiet but authoritative tone, Kate stepped into the dungeon without a thought, the submissive in her taking control. She crossed to where he stood by the tall bench she’d noticed earlier. He guided her to stand in front of it and pressed her forward. The top was padded leather. She heard a clinking as Matt fastened a chain to the loops on her ankle bands. He then moved in front of her and fastened her wrists to chains on the other side, holding her in the bent position.
A second later, he was behind her, stroking her bare behind, then his hard, hot body pressed close to her as he reached over the bench to cup her breasts. He stroked her nipples, then teased and pinched until her breathing became erratic, pleasure tingling through her. He glided his hands along her sides as he stood, then stroked her behind. Round and round. One hand on each cheek.
Would he pull back and smack her ass again? When the flat of his hand connected with her flesh, the sharp sound would fill the room.
She longed to hear it. To feel it.
But instead he slid his finger under the crotch of her thong and stroked her slit. She sucked in a breath as his fingers slid inside her. At the same time, he pressed his other palm to the base of the butt plug and moved it in a circle, causing the plug to swirl inside her tight channel.
He chuckled. “Clearly, you like that.”
She realized she was arching back against his hand. He pushed his fingers deeper and stroked her inner passage. He tore away the thong—she hadn’t realized it had Velcro on the waistband—then she felt something thicker than a finger stroke along her ass. His hot, rock-hard cock glided between her legs, over her slick slit. Back and forth. Stroking her.
He leaned close to her ear and murmured, “Do you want me to fuck you now?” His breath sent tendrils of hair fluttering along her neck. “To drive my hard cock into you right alongside this?” He wiggled the butt plug, sending electric shimmers through her.
