Graceful Submission (9 page)

Grace stared at the wall of photos. There seemed to be a lot of photos of Drake Dawson. Grace shook her head and wondered which of these men in the group photos was Toffer. No matter how hard she tried, her mind kept wandering back to the pictures of the handsome actor, and she wondered how close he and Toffer were. The pictures showed Drake with many different Hollywood stars and starlets, and Grace thought it was strange for Toffer to have so many photos of the man in his house.

Was Toffer bi? Did he and Drake Dawson have a relationship and that’s why there were so many pictures of the actor around? It could be, Grace realized. It wasn’t unheard of for a bi-man, or a bi-woman, to want a relationship with a person of the opposite sex. Toffer hadn’t mentioned anything about it but the idea had merit. And if they had a relationship, would he share her with Drake? The idea made her shiver. Drake Dawson was the most sought-after bachelor in Hollywood. She was sure that he wouldn’t look twice at her. And if he was bi, then it was a well-hidden secret.

At seven on the dot, Millie informed Grace that she and her husband were leaving.

“We’ve already locked up and we don’t usually come in until around ten in the morning, so we’ll see you then. Have a good time!” Millie winked at her and Rafe laughed.

When they were gone, Grace walked the three flights of stairs to Toffer’s bedroom. She stripped and took a long soak in a bubble bath. It felt wonderful to be so far away from the worries of her suspension and the lies about her accepting bribes. She dried off and liberally applied lotion to her entire body. Her fingers shook as she fastened the wrist and ankle cuffs. A look at the clock showed that she had fifteen minutes before Toffer was due home.

Her heart was already beating a mile a minute. When he got here, she was sure it would fall out of her chest and bounce around on the floor. She wrapped herself in a large terrycloth robe and walked out on the deck. In the darkness, the lights of Los Angeles looked beautiful. She leaned on the railing and closed her eyes.

How had something this wonderful happened to her, Grace Kinison, school teacher and wanna-be writer? She allowed her mind to wander to the idea that she and Toffer were married and that this house was hers, that she actually lived here instead of just visiting. She was so far gone in her thoughts that when the horn sounded she jumped.

He was here. He was here. Oh lord, what was she supposed to do? The blindfold. Grace ran back inside, paused to close the curtains, and ran into the bathroom to grab the blindfold. She could hear his footsteps on the stairs as she fastened it over her eyes and knelt in front of the bed.

Wait, wait, this wasn’t right. She was supposed to be on the bed. That’s what it was. She dropped the robe on a chair and scrambled onto the soft comforter, knelt with her legs spread and her ass to the room and clasped her hands behind her back. She turned her head to rest it against the mattress.

“You were listening. Very good, Lolly-girl.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Grace tried to get a handle on her breathing. It wouldn’t do for him to have to call rescue because she’d passed out. She could hear him moving around behind her, the clink of keys catching her attention.

“You’re as beautiful as I thought you’d be,” Toffer said. He molded each ass cheek with a hand and gently kneaded her soft skin. Grace bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure as his fingers moved down to explore her wet folds.

“Thank you, again, Master.”

“I’ve been hard all day just thinking about this. I was going to punish you first, for all those times you forgot and called me Toffer. Lay my flogger across your ass until you begged for mercy. But now, I think I just have to fuck you first. Would you like that, Lolly?”

“Yes, Master.”

Her heart was beating wildly. This was really happening. She was being submissive. She was calling a man Master.

“No more talking without permission, unless you’re answering a question. Stand up, Lolly.” Grace was grateful for Toffer’s help as she stood, her arms still clasped behind her back. She bit back a gasp as Master locked the wrist cuffs together.

When he knelt behind her and she felt cold metal against her legs, she gasped.

“Easy, Lolly. It’s just a spreader bar, to keep you open for me. Move your legs a little farther apart.”

Grace almost lost her balance when she moved. Master put his arm around her to steady her, and then used both hands to lock the bar into place on the ankle cuffs.

“There we go. All trussed up for me.” He ran his hands up and down her sides, and then caressed her breasts, twisting and pulling on her nipples, until Grace thought she would scream out for him to fuck her.

She felt very vulnerable. And very sexy. When his fingers began to explore her pussy, Grace whimpered. His index finger traced a path from her opening to her clit and back before pushing inside. Grace fought to stay upright. He was exploring, and she was dying.

“Please.” The word came out before she could stop it and he answered with a sharp slap to her ass.

“Master, I …” Another sharp slap to the other ass cheek caused her to gasp. Then two more landed on each buttock. Without saying anything, or admonishing her for breaking the rules, Master went back to feeling her folds. She wished he would say something. The silence was making her nervous.

His hands were gentle as he explored and Grace relaxed into the spreader bar, getting used to the feeling of standing with her legs so far apart. When he pinched her clit, she gasped and her knees gave out, and she was thankful that he reached out to steady her.

Master pinched it again and again and again as she bucked into his hands. She could feel an orgasm building. Just a few more pinches was all it would take.

“Hold still,” he said sharply, as he slapped her ass again. “And don’t you dare come, not until I give you permission. You know that rule.”

It wasn’t a question, per se, but Grace still felt the need to answer.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.”

He stood and pulled her into him, his hard cock pushing against her ass. He put his fingers, dripping with her wetness on her lips.

“Taste.”

Grace bit down the urge to say, “hell, no,” before she began licking his fingers as he murmured his approval in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Lolly. I’m going to help you kneel on the bed. When you’re there and you feel me kneeling behind you, the order not to speak is rescinded until we are done. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Grace felt as if she was moving in baby steps as Master turned her toward the bed and helped her kneel, positioning her so that he could mount her. When her nipples rubbed against the spread she moaned. How in the world was she going to keep from coming before Master told her she could?

* * * * *

Toffer stepped back and looked at his beautiful submissive. She was more perfect than he could ever have imagined. So beautiful, so plush and soft, so willing. He caressed her thighs and smiled as he watched her bite her lip to keep from crying out.

He quickly shed his clothes and retrieved a condom from the nightstand. His cock had been rock hard all day and he didn’t know how long he was going to last. When it was over, after he’d claimed her in the most primitive of ways, he’d show her that he was Drake Dawson. He’d worried about her reaction all day. He should have told her at some point, but Toffer was having too much fun playing. It was a fantastic feeling to have a woman want him as Toffer. Drake got his share of hotties, but after a while, he wondered if the women were attracted to the man, or the name. With Grace, he knew that she wanted him for himself.

Besides, in this house he was Toffer. He’d made sure Steve, Millie, and Rafe knew not to refer to him as Drake in front of Grace.

He knelt behind her, putting his legs on either side of hers, the spreader bar still in place. He wanted her to get used to the bar because he planned on using it a lot. It was his favorite bondage apparatus, keeping a submissive very vulnerable and in position to be fucked, either in front or back, whenever he wanted.

“Do you want my cock, Lolly?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Louder. Tell me where you want it.”

“I want your cock in my pussy, Master. Please.”

“Beg me.”

Toffer bit his lip. Beg me? Crap, at this point, he would beg her.

“Please, Master, please. Fuck me.”

“You’re not convincing me.”

“Please.” She drew the word out and bucked her hips toward him as he sheathed his cock in the condom.

“Master, please. I’ll be good. I need you. I want you. Please fuck me!” She punctuated her words with hard thrusts as she fought to break free of the bar and cuffs and she yelled “please,” over and over again.

Toffer pulled her head up until his mouth was on her ear. He could feel her shivering beneath him and he knew that all it would take was one little pull on her clit, one long thrust of his cock and she would come.

“You belong to me now. All of you. Every last inch. Your pussy. Your ass. Your mouth. Your tits. They’re all mine.” And he plunged inside her. He felt her orgasm spread through her body as she screamed out, “Master,” her pussy clenching him like a vise.

When her muscles relaxed, he pushed her hips down and rode her, slamming in and out of her.

“You’re a bad girl, Lolly. You came without permission. That means you’ll meet the flogger tonight, after all. And it’ll be much harder than the spanking I made you give yourself.”

Her whimpers were more sighs of delight as he continued to fuck her. God. He’d never been inside a woman as tight and warm and welcoming as Grace. He’d never felt more at home inside a woman than he did inside Grace’s pussy.

“Who do you belong to?” His thrusts increased as his orgasm neared.

“I’m yours, Master. All of me. Fuck me, make me yours.”

Toffer collapsed on top of her, the cuffs and spreader bar pushing into him as he pounded out his orgasm. When he finally steadied himself on shaking hands and knees he whispered, “Did I hurt you, Lolly-girl?”

“No, Master.” Her words were soft. He stood and walked to the bathroom to discard the condom. He looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. It was time to face the music.

Once in the bedroom, he looked at the bound woman on his bed. He could see wetness against her thighs and his cock twitched. Damn, how did she do that? He’d just come and he was ready for more. He helped Grace to stand. Then he kissed her gently, his mouth becoming more and more demanding as their lips danced together. After a few minutes he gently caressed her cheeks.

“Close your eyes and keep them closed until I say so.”

The blindfold came off easily and Toffer kissed each eyelid. “Open.”

He stepped back and watched as she became accustomed to being able to see again. Then her eyes widened and her mouth opened.

“No, no. It can’t be.”

“Yes, Grace.” He grabbed her as she tried to hobble away.

“You lied to me! Pig! Jerk! Let me go! Oh my god!” Tears were streaming down her face.

Toffer turned her and slapped her ass repeatedly. “Is that anyway to speak to your Master?”

“Is this some sort of joke you two play? Let me go!”

Toffer pushed her back onto the bed. She came to rest on her bound hands and he moved her so that she was lying on her side.

“I’m Toffer Shelly, Grace. That’s my birth name. I’m the man you’ve talked to all this time. I’m your Master. Take deep breaths and relax. Deep breaths.”

“Get away from me! Don’t touch me. Let me go, now!”

Grace struggled to get away from him, inching as far as her binding would allow.

“I want you to calm down. Stop it right now.”

Tears of anger streaked her face and Toffer felt sick to his stomach. He’d underestimated how this would affect her. He’d brought her to the height of pleasure, and then pulled her into a hole, one that she was already part of, thanks to that asshole Joe Watson.

He retrieved his wallet and stretched out next to her. “Look at my driver’s license. Christopher Shelley, next to my picture. I’m not lying to you, Grace. I want you to listen to me and hear my reasons for this. This doesn’t change anything between us.”

“No, Toffer, it changes everything.”

Chapter Nine

Note to self: What good are self-improvement notes when you keep getting screwed at all ends?

To Do List:

Fly back to
Boulder

Call Peter and curse him out

Call Becca to pick me up at the airport

Try and forget about the fantastic orgasm you had at the hands of Drake
Dawson

Grace wiped her eyes and reviewed what she’d just written. Drake Dawson. Drake Dawson. She’d had sex with Drake Dawson. She’d been naked in his room. He’d bound her. His cock had been inside her. She’d called him Master.

She slammed her head back into the pillow in his guest bedroom. How in the hell had this happened? She felt humiliated. The perfect Drake Dawson, who could have any woman in the world, used her for sex. She was sure that it would make for interesting talk at the studio the next day:
Hey, I tricked this voluptuous chick into calling me Master. She let me tie her up. She begged me for it. It was cool
.

She closed her eyes and his face appeared before her, his words echoed in her ears.

“Hear me out.”

“Untie me! Now!”

“I just wanted you to want me as Toffer, not as Drake. Shit, you have no idea how hard it is to be judged by your looks.”

“Are you kidding me? Look at me!” Grace had tried to sit up, then fallen back when the spreader bar kept her from gaining her feet. “You don’t think people judge me by my looks? They judge me because I’m not perfect, because I’m fat! And did I lie to you? NO! I sent you a picture. You BASTARD!”

She’d started crying uncontrollably, barely noticing as he unlocked the cuffs and pulled the spreader bar out from between her ankles. He’d tried to pull her into his arms and she’d pushed him away, running into the “her” bathroom and grabbing the robe she’d worn earlier before flying down the stairs to the spare bedroom.