Graceful Submission (13 page)

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Giselle sat in her car, just down the road from Drake’s house. That fucking bastard! How dare he throw her over for a fat bitch? So she had big tits, so what? Any doctor in L.A. could give her big jugs, too.

She imagined him up there, fucking her in the bed they’d once made love in. Drake had never wanted a commitment, she knew that. And she ignored the fact that more than a year ago he’d told her that he thought they should break things off.

She’d always managed to pull him back in when he needed someone beautiful on his arm at a premiere, or at an awards event. What would the paparazzi think if he showed up with little Miss Tubby? He’d be a laughing stock in looks-conscious Hollywood.

She slunk down in her seat as Drake’s Porsche sped by. He and the bitch were in the front seat, laughing and talking. She waited a few beats and then fell in behind them. It wasn’t hard to tail them unseen in the Los Angeles traffic. When he parked at the zoo and got out, baseball cap pulled down low to hide his face, Giselle laughed.

She pulled out her phone and punched in a number.

“Where’s your camera?”

“Baby, you know I don’t go anywhere without my camera. Got it right here.”

“How soon can you get to the zoo?”

“For?”

“For an exclusive picture of Drake Dawson and his girlfriend for next Monday’s edition of your little rag.”

“Sweetie, from what I hear, the two of you are old news. It’s all over town that he kicked you out of his house for some chick the other day.”

Giselle fumed. Prick of a delivery boy!

“Not me, moron. The fat chick he’s fucking.”

The line went quiet.

“You call anyone else?”

“If you’re not here in ten minutes, I will.”

“I’ll be there ASAP. Don’t sell me out, baby, and I’ll help you with your payback.”

“Just get your ass over here.”

Chapter Twelve

Note to self: Dreams can come true, in more ways than one!

To Do List:

Print out contract, sign and mail it in

Call parents, call Lindsey, call Becca and tell them good news

Prepare great dinner for Toffer

The dining room was all set. Lit candles lined the available surfaces. One place had been set at the table for Master; a large pillow was next to his chair for her to kneel on. She wanted tonight to be perfect. It was Wednesday, which meant there was only a few more days left of their peaceful existence together.

Despite their fun time at the zoo on Sunday, and the wonderful sex they’d shared that night, Toffer had never once mentioned making anything permanent, and Grace wasn’t counting her chickens.

Preston had called earlier in the day to say that, while the hearing was still on, it was going to be a slam-dunk in her favor. He said he had a surprise witness who would refute the story being told, but he wouldn’t tell her who it was.

And then, of course, there was her story. The online publisher that she’d sent several items to had e-mailed her to say they were interested in publishing it in an anthology. He said they were considering two more, and wanted to know when Grace would be finished with her novel. Remembering the conversation made her feel as if she was walking on the moon.

Grace listened at the front door for the sound of the gate. When it was activated she rushed inside to the dining room, quickly lit the smaller candles on the table, discarded her clothing and bent over the dining room table. She spread her legs wide and laid her head on the table.

Toffer’s low whistle from the doorway told her that he liked what he saw.

“Yummy. That’s quite an appetizer you’ve laid out, Lolly.”

“Thank you, Master.” She shivered as he caressed her behind.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Millie cooked lasagna. She said it was your favorite.”

“Yummy again. What’s the occasion? Besides the fact that my beautiful submissive is draped over my dining room table, ready to be fucked?”

“I sold a story.”

Toffer pulled her back into him, twirling her around and around as he planted kisses on her neck.

“Baby, that’s fantastic! To who?”

She explained the details as Toffer sat down and turned her toward him. When she was done he kissed her, his tongue taking possession of her mouth until she groaned.

“This calls for a celebration.” His voice was low as he rained kisses around her mouth. “But first, dinner, because I’m starved.”

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The chair was chilly against Grace’s bare behind. She sat straight, her legs spread, feeling very vulnerable, and very excited. She pulled against the ropes that held her arms to the chair, held her legs open and tied to the legs.

“Bite.” Master held out a forkful of lasagna, then helped himself to one while she chewed.

“Millie’s outdone herself. This is really, really good. And the wine is very sweet.”

“Yes, Master.”

He took a sip of wine, and then took another one and leaned in close to Grace. When he kissed her, he transferred some of the liquid to her mouth.

“Your mouth makes it all the more sweet.” His voice was tender. He trailed his fingers up and down her naked thighs, lightly running the tips over her mons.

“You don’t like sitting naked at the table, I can tell. Sometimes it’s good to try things outside your comfort zone. Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

“Strange. This is really the first time I’ve been naked in this part of the house, and to sit here and be fed while you are clothed, well, it makes me feel very exposed.”

“Good. That’s how I like my Lolly-girl, exposed to me.” He pushed aside her pussy lips and dipped his fingers into her wetness. “So very ready for me.”

He murmured his approval as she licked her juices from his offered fingers.

When the plate was empty, Master pushed it back. “How shall we celebrate? Shall we take our dessert up to the hot tub? What’s for dessert, anyway?”

“Cheesecake.”

“Yum, another one of my favorites. Send a few slices, the wine and some utensils up in the dumbwaiter. I’m going upstairs. Meet me at the hot tub in five minutes.”

He quickly untied her, kissed her and left the room.

Grace quickly performed her chores, sending the requested items upstairs. She found Master already ensconced in the tub. She sat the tray on the nearby table.

“Can I feed you this time?” Grace climbed into the water and straddled Master’s lap. He was already hard, his cock rubbing against her thigh. She offered him a bite of cheesecake and he took it with a smile.

“Tell me what selling a story means to you, not mentally, but to your situation in life. How does this change things for you?”

Grace’s heart was beating fast. What was he asking? Could it be possible that he wanted her to stay? She’d dreamt about it, wanted it to happen. But he’d never mentioned it.

“Well, it’s not like I’m getting a million dollar advance or anything. It’s just a short story. I’m hoping it will lead to bigger things.”

“Hum. Feed me some more. I think I like this role reversal.” Toffer stretched out his arms on the back of the tub and Grace continued to give him the treat, taking occasional bites to satisfy her sweet tooth.

When Master dipped his fingers into the cake and raised his eyebrows up and down, Grace smiled. When he coated both nipples with cheesecake, she shivered. He coated the aureole and then leaned back.

“Eat your dessert, Lolly. Earn your nickname, again.”

Their eyes locked as Grace raised a breast, trailing her tongue through the creamy dessert. The sugary cake tasted wonderful against the saltiness of her skin. More than the taste, however, was the total look of fascination that had come over her Master’s face.

“Is this what you wanted, Master?” She snaked her tongue to her nipple, taking it into her mouth and sucking. The groan that escaped his mouth let her know that was exactly what he wanted. She cleaned one breast of the cake, and then turned to the other.

When she reached the nipple, Toffer’s tongue mingled with hers as they licked the treat off together. When the food was gone he ran his arms up her spine. “You know what I’m going to do to you tonight, sweet Gracie?”

Grace shook her head and he pulled her in for a kiss. When their lips parted he held her face close to his.

“I’m going to fuck your sweet ass. I was going to wait until Saturday, until after the party, but I decided that I just couldn’t wait that long. It’s been hell waiting this long.”

He kissed her again and then dropped his head down to lavish attention on her nipples. He pushed them together and took them both in his mouth at the same time, biting gently, and then biting harder until Grace let out a harsh moan of need.

Toffer massaged her breasts as he lifted his face back to hers. “You ready for me to fuck your ass, Lolly? Tell me.”

“Yes, Master. I want it.” The world was spinning. This was something she’d wanted to do for a long time. Part way through the week she’d wondered why he hadn’t brought it up. Now she knew that he was waiting for just the right time.

He pushed her into a standing position, and then reached over the side of the tub to retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube. Grace sighed and he smiled.

“I want you to enjoy this, Lolly. I’m not going to lie to you. Initially, it might hurt, but if it does, you tell me and I’ll slow down. You have permission to speak whenever you want.”

Grace nodded and smiled at him.

“Kneel right here, with your legs spread.” He guided her into a kneeling position on one of the built-in seats. She could feel the jet from the machine pushing the water into her thigh.

“Put your clitty into the jet stream.”

Grace bent a little more and her clit came into contact with the pulsating water. It felt like a million tiny fingers were dancing over her clit.

“Oh, oh, Master, I’m gonna come.”

“Better not. Keep your clitty moving in the stream, I want it to stimulate you, but I don’t want you to come without my permission. Do you understand, Grace? You know the rule and if you come before I say, you’ll sleep tied to the bed as punishment, and I know how you hate that.”

Grace nodded as she wiggled in the water. The sensation was overwhelming and it couldn’t get any better, or so she thought. Moments later she gripped the sides of the tub harder as Toffer’s slicked up fingers began to probe her rosette. He applied subtle pressure, backed off, and then applied it again.

“So very sweet,” he said softly in her ear. “Lolly is all ready for her Master. She wants his cock in her ass, buried deep, taking her and making her fully his.” As he pushed his fingers past her opening, Grace sighed. She’d been wearing the plugs regularly, so the invasion of his finger didn’t hurt. She felt full and open as she bucked against the stream and pushed herself back onto his finger.

He added another one and twisted them gently in her behind. “So very beautiful.”

Grace fought against the need to come. Her clit felt as if it was on fire, each time so she moved it away from the hardest part of the stream. She could almost hear it screaming at her to “go back, go back.”

Toffer moved his fingers back and forth and stroked her back with his free hand. When he took his fingers away, Grace thought she would die.

“Master, please, I need you. I want you. Please.”

“Do you, Lolly?” He placed the tip of his cock at her opening and pushed, pulling back before he could break into her bud. He moved it back and forth several more times before positioning her back over the stream, and finally pushing his cock fully past her muscle into the soft muscles beyond.

A tingling sensation moved through her and Grace whimpered. Toffer stroked her back again and grabbed her hips. His cock filled her so much more than the plug that she thought she would die right on the spot. She wasn’t sure she would be able to handle this. It was too much; he was too big.

“Do you want this?” He pushed in further and Grace tried to move away.

“Too big, too big. I can’t, please …”

She moved again and her clit slid into full contact with the stream and she came, screaming out for more over and over before the words had even registered in her brain.

Toffer obliged her, pushing himself inside her slowly as he centered her clit over the jet. Grace came again, whimpering as overwhelming bliss spread through her.

“Master, oh Master, so good. So very good.”

“Do you like it, baby?”

“Yes, Toffer, oh god, yes!”

When he was totally inside her he laid his head on her shoulder. “You’re mine, Gracie, all mine.”

Grace sighed and moved her lips toward his. “I’m yours, all yours.”

When their lips were locked together, he began to rock into her, gently at first and then increasing his thrusts as she moaned her desire. His increased thrusts put her back into contact with the stream. Grace tried to move away and he slapped her ass, ordering her back into the jet.

“Can’t, too much.”

“You can. One more time on my command, especially since you came twice on your own, earning a punishment.”

Grace heard the humor in his voice. His breathing was labored and she knew that he wouldn’t last long. The water massaged her aching clit and she moved away from it, waiting for her Master’s command. It was hard though, to stay away. Even though her clit was aching from overuse, it still wanted attention, still was demanding to be brought to completion again.

“Are you ready?” Toffer sounded as if he’d just finished running a marathon and Grace couldn’t help but smile.

“Yes, Master.”

“Then come with me, Lolly. Come now!”

He slapped himself into her with such force that she thought they might tumble out of the tub. And then they both came, their frenzied movements sending sprays of water over the edge of the hot tub and out onto the deck. When the tremors had subsided, Toffer ordered Grace to stay in the tub. He went inside to dispose of the condom and then pulled Grace into his arms, pressing her back against his chest as he settled back into the tub.

“You realize you called me, Toffer, don’t you?”