Designed for Submission (Devine Designs) (7 page)

As he forced her head down along the length of his shaft, ignoring her sounds of distress or the flood of saliva that poured from her lips stretched so wide around his cock, she met his eyes.  ''Open your throat for me, Miss Adams,'' he said, in that tone of voice that brooked no disobedience.  ''You'll suck me slowly, but I promise,'' he continued, as he pressed the back of her head firmly, ''that you will take every inch of my cock and thank me for the pleasure."

Elizabeth jerked up in bed, her heart pounding, as she felt her body convulse.  She was stunned to find her hand down the front of her pajama pants, her fingers still on her trembling sex.  She had never masturbated in her sleep before.  She was breathing hard, her pulse racing.  She slowly pulled her hand free, her entire body shuddering.  God, it had been the most intense dream she'd ever had.  She slowly pushed back the covers, suddenly way too hot for her heated body.  She climbed out of bed, shaky and embarrassed and yet truly amazed.  She quietly went down the hall into the bathroom and closed the door.  She turned on the taps as she stripped out of her pajamas.  Her panties were soaking wet as she peeled them off her body.  She tossed everything into the hamper and stepped into the stall.

The water cooled and cleansed her, as she stood under the stream.  Elizabeth was careful not to get her hair wet; she didn't need to wash it again, but she knew she would never be able to sleep until she was clean and fresh.  Shutting off the water, she wrapped a thick towel around her body and padded back to her room.  Newly dressed in a fresh pair of panties and a short gown, she climbed back into bed, turning on her side.  She was exhausted and needed to sleep.  She forced the memory of what happened to the back of her mind, but right before she slipped into sleep, a man's face swam into view, his intense blue eyes seeming to stare into her soul

Chapter 5

''That is the hottest story I've ever heard,'' Nancy said the next morning, as they drove to the office.  ''I've never heard of anyone coming in a dream … wow, Liz, this Limo Man is really messing with your head.''

Elizabeth shrugged, not willing to tell her best friend that it wasn't only her head he was messing with.  Her body ached and her heart pounded every time she thought of him.  ''Limo Man?'' Elizabeth said, attempting to add some humor to the conversation.  ''I guess that's a better way to think of him, if he shows up in my dreams again.  I've been calling him Ma … Mystery Man.''

Nancy looked at her, her eyes betraying that she had, indeed, caught the slip.  ''While I am praying that you do find a man that you wish to call Master and find the happiness and love that I have with Jason,'' Nancy said, as they pulled up to the office, ''I don't want you to lose any sleep over some mystery Limo Man.  Agreed?''

Elizabeth nodded, as she unlocked their office door.  ''Agreed. Besides we are going to be way too busy to be fantasizing about anything but this project.'' Nancy flipped on their computers and did not bother pointing out that Liz had used the word "fantasizing" rather than "dreaming."

The next week flew.  The women worked long hours and would have missed many meals if not for Jason.  He knew very well how intensely they buried themselves in their work.  He also knew the timing could have been better; Elizabeth would be swamped while he and Nancy were on their honeymoon.  Elizabeth would never complain, but Jason did all he could to make this week easier by preparing dinner every evening, keeping it warm in the oven or waiting in their refrigerator, with easy instructions on warming it up whenever they finally dragged themselves home.

The entire team met at the Dietrich home on Friday morning.  Benjamin and Helen welcomed them all and accepted their thanks with a graciousness that proved why so many firms wished to work with them.  Their house was a large mansion in the very wealthy River Oaks neighborhood.  Though other neighborhoods had grown up outside the Houston city limits that offered larger homes, the homes in River Oaks offered a stately, elegant charm that the others could not copy.

Nancy and Elizabeth watched as the last of the furnishings and accessories that were not in their final design were packed up and taken to storage.  They were keeping the antique bedroom set, both agreeing the bed was not only a better quality than a great deal of the furniture available today, it was romantic.  It had been in Benjamin's family for years and hopefully would continue to be passed down the family line.

Nancy said, ''Liz, are you sure you don't want to wait for me to help? I feel like I am abandoning you.  You've got so much still to coordinate.  I know my people aren't scheduled until after next week, but those are just the final things.  In the meantime, you are going to be stuck supervising
all
of this!'' Nancy said.

They left the bedroom and entered the adjoining bathroom. It was being enlarged and updated, and had already been gutted, the plumbing moved to allow for a huge shower, a much larger double-sink vanity and a claw-foot tub that Elizabeth had found and was currently being restored.  ''I'm sure, Nancy,'' Elizabeth assured her.  ''The shower will be in by Sunday, and I can spend several days next week working on the mosaic.  It will be fine, I promise.  Everything is under control.  I don't want you worrying about anything.  You are getting married tomorrow,'' Elizabeth continued, with a smile.  ''I love you, girl, and as you so wisely said not too long ago, this project is not what life is about.  Now, relax and think about how Jason is going to look when he sees you walking down the aisle.''

Nancy threw her arms around Elizabeth.  ''I love you, too,'' she said and visibly relaxed.  Elizabeth grinned, knowing Nancy's mind was no longer just fixated on the project; it was on the love of her life.

The Dietrichs left when the teams did.  Until the house was finished, they would stay at a hotel.  Knowing how uncomfortable a long hotel stay could be, the teams agreed to try to make their return as quick as possible.  Elizabeth certainly didn't mind.  After this weekend, she had nothing to keep her from burying herself in her work.

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The wedding was even more beautiful than Elizabeth had imagined.  Nancy was radiant in her gown.  It was a simple sheath of white satin, every inch of the fabric clinging to her gorgeous body.  Elizabeth fought back her own tears as she helped arrange the floor-length veil, pulling it back behind the bride, who stood beside her proud father, her hand tucked into the crook of his arm.  Nancy's mother gave her daughter one final kiss before she turned to enter the church, tears of happiness already on her cheeks.  Nancy's parents were very liberal, open-minded individuals who gave their children the freedom to choose their own paths.  Both knew that Nancy and Jason lived a lifestyle that a great deal of people would consider unnatural, or even sinful.  However, they understood that their little girl had found true love and happiness with the man of her dreams.  Knowing Jason adored and loved their daughter, knowing he would protect her and share her dreams, was really all they could have hoped for.

The bridesmaids lined up, each giving the bride one last hug.  When it was Elizabeth's turn, the women embraced, though neither said a word.  All had been said before, the love they shared strong—their desire for the other to find true happiness, sincere.

The vows were beautiful, as the couple promised to love and honor each other.  Elizabeth smiled as Nancy promised to obey her husband and knew the vows were far more than mere words.  Nancy made the promise with all of her heart.  Jason promised to protect Nancy always, to guide her through their lives and to love her until the day he died.  There wasn't a dry eye among the women attending the wedding.  When they were pronounced man and wife and they kissed, the church erupted in cheers and shouts.  Laughter replaced tears as Jason released his bride, to speak loudly:  ''Let's see if my wife meant her vows.'' Wiggling his eyebrow, he said, ''I order you to kiss me again.''

Nancy laughed and then slowly reached out to cup his face between her palms.  No one dared breathe, as she moved ever so slowly towards him.  Just before she placed her lips against his, she paused.  ''I will always obey you, my husband,'' she said, clearly.

Again the church filled with cheers.  Elizabeth felt herself quiver, watching their distinctly passionate kiss and knowing without a doubt that neither would ever break their vows.

The commitment ceremony took place that evening at their favorite club.  Far fewer attended, since it was a much more intimate ceremony.  As Elizabeth again helped prepare Nancy, they were far more solemn.  Instead of a white dress, she helped Nancy dress in pure white lingerie: a barely-there thong, a lacy bra that just managed to cover her nipples, white stockings, held up by a white garter belt, and six-inch white heels.  The final item was a flowing, gossamer white cape that Elizabeth tied around Nancy's neck.  As she stepped away, she knew that Nancy would soon be bare, wearing nothing but the collar of her submission that Jason would place around her neck.

''I think you are even more beautiful than you were this morning,'' Elizabeth said, meaning every word.  Nancy smiled but seemed far away.  Elizabeth knew she was already slipping into her submissive mindset.  After a final hug, Elizabeth left to join the audience, her clothing far more modest than most of the attendees but still quite different than the gown she had worn that morning.  She wore a black miniskirt, under which she wore a pair of white, lacy panties.  Her blouse was also white and would have been acceptable outside the club if it weren't sheer enough to allow the lace of her bra to be clearly visible, the round fullness of her breasts almost spilling from the small cups.  She wore black heels over sheer stockings.  She looked incredibly sexy, in what was the total opposite of her normal attire.

The vows were just as romantic but far more descriptive, as the couple swore before their friends to give their lives to each other.  After the Master of Ceremonies nodded, Elizabeth stepped forward and removed Nancy's cape.  She saw goose bumps rise to cover her friend's skin as the other bridesmaids helped her out of her bra and panties.  Wearing nothing but her garter belt, stockings and heels, Elizabeth heard her voice a small moan as Jason stepped to her, a thin black leather collar in his hands.  He placed it around her neck and slowly made a show of drawing the two ends of the collar together.  When joined, the ends revealed themselves as two halves of a heart that joined to form a complete heart.  Jason held the heart in one hand as he inserted a key into a tiny hole in one of the halves.  The small click of the lock engaging was audible, and Elizabeth smiled, knowing what the sound meant to her friends.  Jason bent forward and kissed the heart lightly before stepping back and presenting the key on its chain to Nancy.  Nancy's eyes shimmered with her intense love and desire, as he bowed his head and she placed the chain around his neck.  He kissed her palms and then tucked the key out of sight inside his clothing.  The collar would never be removed unless he determined to remove it himself for some reason.  He gave a subtle signal to Nancy, just a slight movement of his hand.  Nancy quivered for a moment, before gracefully sinking to her knees and lowering her head.

Jason turned to the audience.  ''I am proud to claim this woman as not only my wife, but declare this woman forever my Submissive.  From this day forward, until the day I die, I swear to protect her with my very life and am grateful to accept her gift of submission.'' People clapped and then began to clap harder, as he unzipped his pants and offered his erection to his Sub.  Nancy took him into her mouth and pleasured him as if they were the only two people in the room.  Elizabeth shivered, her own stomach tightening, her panties growing moist, as she stood witness to this intimate scene.  She felt her mind wonder for just a moment about the man in the limo but forced those thoughts away.  She was here to bear witness to her best friend's commitment, and Nancy deserved nothing less than her full attention.  By the time Nancy was guided back to her feet after accepting all her Dom had to offer, the room erupted again with shouts and cheers.  Jason's best man stepped forward, a cape draped over his arms.  Jason accepted it and with a flourish settled the silk around Nancy's body.  The cape was of a deep scarlet and complemented Nancy's beauty.  No one was surprised when Jason lifted her into his arms and carried her from the room.  The party would continue long into the night as the bride and groom, Dominant and Submissive, removed themselves to continue their celebration in privacy.

Chapter 6

Elizabeth returned to her apartment.  She was glad that Nancy had spent the night before with her parents at their hotel.  It somehow made it easier that this was not her first night alone.  Though she was going to miss Nancy, she knew she was going to be just fine alone.  She had left the club soon after the couple departed.  Ethan had been there and volunteered to play but seemed to understand when she declined.  For some reason that even she didn't understand, she couldn't seem to stop thinking about the mysterious man from the limo.  She knew it wouldn't be fair to submit to any Dom, much less one she admired as much as she did Ethan, unless she was willing to be with him completely.  Until she worked through the hold the stranger seemed to have on her, she would immerse herself in other pleasures.  Fortunately for Elizabeth, she found a great deal of pleasure in work.

After changing into her pajamas, she walked into Nancy's old room.  Jason had arranged for the movers to bring to their house the furniture they had decided to keep.  Expecting the room to be totally bare, Elizabeth was surprised to see an envelope lying in the middle of the floor. Seeing her name penned on the outside, she picked it up.  She pulled out several sheets of paper, and as she started reading, she sank to the floor.  It was from Nancy and basically contained a history of their life together.  Elizabeth laughed and cried: so many things she had forgotten.  It was an amazing gift from the woman with whom she had shared most of her adult life.  At the end, Nancy thanked her for being her best friend, for sharing in her fears, her worries and her joys.  In the last paragraph Nancy wrote that she prayed Elizabeth would find the same love that she had found with Jason.