Submitting to Her

by Max Sebastian

  As we kissed, I could see flickering recognition in Zoey's eyes that this was what she liked best. Although she'd just had a fulfilling quickie with an alpha male, getting her little fix of being dominated, it was kissing like this and the slow sensual heaven I brought her in submitting to her, that she adored more than anything. It was always fun to have a quick hard fuck, but no one could give her the hours of slow-burning pleasure I could in my role as Zoey's oh-so-willing servant.

  I saw how she responded to the softness of my touch, breathing in the subtle cologne I wore, getting back in touch with the gentle man she'd found to love her for the rest of her life.

  "Oh, God, I've missed that," she breathed as we parted and I helped her remove her shirt, noticing a few of the buttons were gone, even though we were doing this only a couple of evenings ago.

  She was still wearing her bra, but as one of my hands moved down to close around a breast, my lips moving to her neck, she stopped me, pushed my hand down between her thighs, and grabbed hold of the back of my head to snatch another kiss from my mouth.

  "I got so wet on the journey back," she said, and I could smell her juices even before she forced my hand up her skirt, pushing the taut material up to reveal her startling nudity and her flushed, open flower. "Thinking about you back here, waiting for me."

  As always, there was something in that spicy scent from her arousal that drove me wild.

  She held my head in both hands, pulled me back from her face, said: "Tell me it was all okay? It wasn't a horrible experience for you?"

  I smiled, and simply from that expression, she seemed to visibly relax, her anxiety melting away. "I love knowing how good it makes you feel," I said gently, eyes wide and earnest. "I can tell how hot it gets you - and there's nothing more incredible than seeing you all hot and bothered."

  She beamed with unconcealed bliss.

  "It wasn't too much for you, waiting while I was at the conference, flirting with all those execs?"

  I shrugged, and realized my attitudes to women had changed so much since Zoey came along, and that even while we'd been seeing each other, my attitude to her had transformed.

  "I like it that other men desire you. It fuels my ego," I said. "But it also makes you feel good, doesn't it Reminds you of your incredible sexual power."

  She leaned back, hands reaching for the zip on her skirt, allowing me to help her out of it. I caught my breath as she opened her thighs again, and it was clear to me she'd shaved herself completely smooth down there for a change.

  Open for me, she said: "I want you to go down on me Aiden. I've been waiting all conference for it."

  She knew so well how giddy it made me when she explicitly asked for me to give her oral sex. It was such a wonderful experience in itself, but to know full well that she wanted it badly herself made it so much more rewarding.

  I trailed my mouth down her stomach and began kissing gently over her mound, then down the upper limit of her thigh. Completely shaved, she was so very smooth down there. I do actually like it when she decides to go full bush - variety is the spice of life, after all - but had to admit it was easier to tend to her need when she was like this.

  "Oh God, I need this," she breathed. "Lick my pussy, Aide, and I promise I'll tell you all about my evening."

  "Yes, my goddess."

  "Be gentle," she said - an unnecessary request considering my intentions, but I knew she meant she was already a little tender after her earlier activity.

  I was on fire as I touched down on her beautiful pussy itself, easing the tip of my tongue along her slick groove to taste the scintillating tartness of her juices. I did treat her with kid gloves as I skirted around her sopping pussy, planting little kisses either side of her reddened folds as I took in the aftermath close-up, inhaling her strong fragrance as I marveled at just how turned on she'd been from this night. Was there anything as glorious in this world as a sexually satisfied woman? I probably said that before.

  Zoey leaned back, tilting her head away from me to let out a long, low groan in response to my hot mouth pressing against her most sensitive parts, my tongue penetrating her, my top lip brushing her clit.

  But then she pulled herself together, knowing the important part of our deal. She got to play, and I would help her fulfill her every sexual need - but she had to tell me all about it.

  "Okay," she said, my nerves jangling in anticipation of hearing her talking dirty, let alone talking dirty about her own recent experiences. "So I guess you could say there were quite a few guys interested in buying me a drink after the conference was done…"

  Flavored by my dedicated attention to her pussy, Zoey's clear soprano was so sexy as she began to recount her view of the evening, occasionally stopping to direct me this way or that in my oral attention. I took things slowly, giving her pleasure but not making it too intense, offering minimal, though occasional, contact with her clit - all to give her the space to detail exactly what went on, how she felt about it.

  "…I was already so wet by the time we got to the bar, knowing I could take one of these guys any time I wanted…"

  She spoke slowly, carefully, getting used to talking to me while I caressed her pussy with my face.

  My cock throbbed as she explained how she had fended off unwanted attention from all kinds of men as she'd perched on her bar stool sipping a vodka tonic.

  "Then there was this handsome guy, and I just couldn't say no," she murmured as she gently stirred her hips in response to my attentions. "He just had this presence, you know? Like no other man in that bar. I had to go with him."

  She looked down at me, and I was beaming back at her. Encouraging her to go on with my eyes and my tongue.

  She was emboldened. Well, we had talked about this. Talked about trying it, at least, even though she'd initially said no to actually doing it ever since our reconciliation. This was the first evening she'd ever decided to take advantage of the freedom she had with me.

  She said: "I think he thought I was married, even though I didn't have a ring on. I guess I didn't discourage the idea - it seemed to only motivate him more."

  *

  They got up to the room, and she was a bundle of nerves.

  She was brutally aroused, but at the same time incredibly anxious about whether this was all a mistake, what I would really think of her craving this, whether it would damage our relationship again after Brandon so nearly ended it all.

  Her new man gave her Champagne to settle her spirits.

  "You're married too?" she asked him, her eyes furtively flicking over his well-cut suit, subtle in their curiosity, yet unable to entirely conceal her need to know that her risk would be rewarded.

  "Does it matter?"

  Zoey shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe, a little. I don't want you to go behind your wife's back."

  He smiled, stroking her pale cheek, loving how fragile she looked in the bright halogen spot shining straight down on her, like a deer in the headlamps.

  "And yet you go behind your husband's?"

  She shook her head. "He knows exactly what I'm getting myself into."

  "Does he?"

  "Pretty sure he likes to watch. Maybe next time I'll let him."

  "And I get the impression you like to show him," he said, perceptive. His clear intelligence thrilling her. This was no stupid brute. He said: "It's a shame he's not here. I could show both of you what you're missing in your marriage."

  She wasn't going to correct him, that she wasn't married, or that anything was missing in her relationship.

  His hand touched down on her hip, felt the raw heat of her body even through her skirt. But she eluded him - skipped out of his way, suddenly the deer was out of the headlamps, dancing gracefully out of the predator's grasp.

  "What would your wife think about this?"

  "She does what I tell her."

  He stepped up to Zoey, a hint of irritation in his features in amongst the pent-up desire, his hand seeming almost threatening as it reached up toward
her chest, his thumb and forefinger pinching the edge of her blouse, fumbling with a button. It thrilled her that he was so desperate for her.

  "But she's not happy about you cheating?" Zoey was almost reluctant as he popped the button, then another.

  "She accepts what I need."

  His strong hands forced open her shirt, revealing the devilish purple and black bra with its lace trim, the little bow playfully joining her two cups.

  "You don't think it's cruel, demanding that she accept your infidelity?"

  Zoey's slight sneer was a little too much for him to take, provoking him to fiercely tear her shirt from her body in a manner that took her breath away, sending buttons flying.

  "What're you doing?"

  "What d'you think I'm doing?"

  "Maybe I don't want to be the one hurting your wife tonight."

  He grabbed her, twirled her as though they were salsa dancing, and then he was behind her, holding her in an arm lock to assert himself over her.

  "I think it's too late for you to back out now, don't you?"

  She gasped as one of his hands tightened around her throat, and the other deftly flicked down the zip on her skirt, and then forced that particular item over her thighs to the floor. He kissed her neck, only it was more like devouring her neck, vampire-like. Breathing in her perfume. She felt his hot breath on her skin.

  He was strong, she knew she wasn't going to be able to counter him. A shiver of silvery arousal coursed down her body, ending up with a strong tingling throb between her legs. Something about her helplessness was getting her going. If she was paranoid that her Aiden was actually not so happy with all this, that this would hurt him even though he always insisted it wouldn't - well, there was nothing she could do about that now.

  Or maybe she was just telling herself that.

  His hand slid over her stomach and abdomen, and down under the waistband of her matching satin-and-lace panties.

  Zoey heard him moan quietly at discovering that she was shaved perfectly smooth between her legs. He wasn't expecting that - there wasn't even a hint of down on her mound. It had made her feel thrillingly dirty and sexy all day, and now she was being rewarded with the surprise and delight of this stranger.

  She could feel his hardness pressing into her from behind, even through his suit, but her immediate focus was on his hand - thinking, another man has his hand on her pussy. A powerful, dominant stranger was seeking out her most personal area, which was already astoundingly wet.

  A bad man she shouldn't even have been talking to in the first place had his fingers inside her most intimate space.

  "I bet your husband's at home crying at the thought of what you're up to," he growled softly in her ear. "Letting some other guy turn you into his whore."

  Zoey shook her head. "He's not the crying type. And I'm not your whore."

  "We'll see about that."

  Zoey suddenly felt a jolt of surprise flood her chest with white-hot pain as a hard, sharp point suddenly pressed against her cheek, trailed down her face and neck, then slowly dragged up over the swell of her breast before grazing over her stomach. She was suddenly afraid - this had never happened before. Brandon had been cruel with his fists, but she'd never had a blade pressed menacingly to her flesh before.

  How far was he going with this? Was the knife even sharp? Her mind whirled in horror as it sliced through the waistband of her panties above her right hip, cutting the fabric as easy as tissue paper.

  Did this man know what he was doing? Brandon used to hurt her, used to inflict genuine pain - but he'd been an expert in avoiding permanent marks.

  She trembled, but her nervous mouth ran away with itself, and she heard herself saying: "You need a knife to get a girl to do what you want?"

  "I'm just lazy," he said, slipping the edge under the thin band of material on her other hip, slicing through once again so that Zoey's panties flopped down, held only between her thighs. "And I want you to go home to your hubby without any panties on."

  "Want to really rub it in his face, huh?"

  "I'm sure he'd prefer you to rub this in his face," he said, suddenly seizing her body with one arm while his other hand squeezed her pussy as though claiming ownership.

  She shivered as he started to move his finger inside her, forcefully, but seeming to take care that all contact was well lubricated with her moisture. He located her clit, sending all kinds of pulsating bursts of energy through her body, but as Zoey gasped from the intensity of the sensation, she suspected that the strangeness of the situation was partly to blame for her ridiculous over-sensitivity, along with the slight sense of uncertainty and fear from his brutal bearing - it wasn't just his particular skills in touching her.

  He twisted her arm behind her back as he continued to penetrate her with his fingers, the pain shooting through from this new arm lock, somehow emphasizing the sensations exploding from between her legs, and to her mild surprise, she slipped over into a mild climax.

  It made her shriek and her legs go weak, so that he had to hold her up to keep her from falling, most of her weight supported by his hand gripping her slippery pussy.

  "Oh fuck," she breathed, but then he let her fall, collapse into a heap beneath his feet.

  "Get up," he barked, grabbing her hair and her breast, shocking her by his brutality. But she refused, stayed on the ground, on her knees, face down, forehead touching the carpeted floor, just breathing.

  "Very well," he said. "You leave me no choice."

  She offered no protest as he hauled one arm and then the other behind her back - she was still recovering, sucking in oxygen. Then she felt him binding her wrists together, and although it was more than a little unnerving considering the fact that she had no idea what he was doing, or how far he believed he could go with her during this encounter, it was mildly amusing to her that he was apparently using the cord from a hotel bath robe.

  "That's good," she heard him say, and wasn't sure if he was referring to his own handiwork in tying her up, or her submissive, pliant response.

  He grasped hold of her ankles, and pulled her legs straight out from under her so she slumped down, lying stretched out, belly-to-floor. Another bathrobe cord, and her ankles were bound, too. He did it well - she wasn't getting out of those, but they didn't really hurt her as they squeezed around her flesh.

  "You think you'd meet a guy like me today when you shaved your pussy this morning?"

  "I don't know," she said. "I guess."

  "You guess?" He chuckled. "You're not picky, then. You shave your pussy every time you come to a conference? Kind of dirty, huh? Your husband must dread it every time you're away."

  "I never did this before."

  Suddenly, she felt him grab her hair, pulling it back by her ponytail, forcing her up, onto her knees. He flicked the catch on her bra, and was gone in a flash. Didn't use the knife, then. Harder to cut through a supportive bra strap, and he was lazy - self-confessed.

  He squeezed her bare breasts, pinched her nipples a little harder than she'd liked, though a few moments in she started to think she actually liked it that way after all. The rough treatment seemed to shoot little shocks through her flesh right down to her pussy, tingling in between her legs.

  There was nothing she could do about it with her hands tied firmly behind her back, anyhow. Might as well get what pleasure she could from it all.

  Then he was unfastening his belt and his fly, and she felt that little skip of her heart as he pulled out his impressively large cock. Shock mixed with arousal. Oh, but will Aiden really forgive this? She was all fear again.

  "Here," the stranger said. "You see how hard you make me?"

  With one hand he held her under her jaw as she knelt there in front of him. With the other, he rubbed his huge staff over her delicate pale face, trailing the engorged tip over her soft skin, desecrating the beauty and purity of her pretty features with his beast, which now seeped clear pre-come.

  "You know what to do?"

  She no
dded. "Yes, sir." Surprised at herself, at how suddenly so submissive she was after her glimmer of rebellious thought.

  All fight had left her body, and that was something to do with the emergence of his glorious cock, which was so thick and hard, so obscenely naked, she just craved it in any way she could get to it. She would gladly worship it, demean herself for the chance to touch it, sell her soul for the chance to play with it and make it erupt.

  He seemed perfectly willing to give her what she wanted. Directing his cock to her mouth, still holding her jaw while pulling her to him, forcing her to open up and take him inside her hot mouth.

  "Oh that's good. You're a cheating whore, Zoey. You really think your husband is okay with this?"

  His hand moved over her head, to support the back of her cranium as he penetrated her mouth.

  "He wants me to be happy, sir," she answered when she got a chance.

  She didn't get to speak much after that for a while, as his grip tightened on her head and he was fucking her face vigorously, adoring the power he had over such a pretty girl, the way he could defile her cute face with his abusive organ.

  He pulled out of her mouth.

  "You like to suck strangers' cocks, Zoey?"

  "Yes sir."

  She watched him walk around her, and eagerly complied as he fed his cock to her again from her other side. But the joy of servicing his magnificent weapon again was short-lived.

  "I'm not sure this should all be such a treat to you," he said, withdrawing from her. "I feel you need to be punished for what you're doing to your husband."

  "Yes, sir."

  "Bend over, kiss the floor."

  She did as he told her, leaned down to kiss the ground like the Pope after stepping off an airplane, ass pointed up in the air along with her bound hands, which ached as they remained locked behind her back. She heard him walk round behind her, and felt so terribly exposed, her pussy and ass directed up where he could see them.