Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (5 page)

He held himself mere millimeters away. His lips now lay poised directly above hers, as he observed her every move. “You’re such a cutie,” he whispered softly.

He lifted her arms above her head and pinned them against the wall. This authoritative action caused her spine to arch, and her clit finally came into contact with his erect penis. Even through the material of their clothing it felt highly sexual and erotic. She moaned softly in appreciation.

“Shhh, baby, you’re perfectly safe. For the next five minutes you belong to me. Mind, body, and soul.”

Instead of being frightened by his words, they excited her. It was a heady aphrodisiac to be totally controlled by a man like Zane. When his mouth finally covered hers, she felt thoroughly possessed by him.

His tongue slid deep inside her mouth and tangled with hers. His broad masculine chest pressed against her breasts. She felt her nipples chafe on the inside of her leather bra, and she knew they’d formed into tight, pebbled nubs.

The feel of his hard shaft pressing between her legs, and the knowledge that her clit was constantly being stimulated, made her moan—a deep, heady reverberating moan that surfaced at the back of her throat. The vibrations spread along her tongue as Zane sucked heavily on it, teasing it slowly into his mouth.

He controlled her. At that precise moment in time Zane owned her. Never before had she felt so vulnerable, yet so turned on. Her whole body arched, making her even more aware of her hands held captive high above her head. The entire length of his cock pressed wonderfully between her legs. With her sexual nub pleasured into sensory overload, her womb ached for him. That wonderful deep ache, that sent a tight coil of pleasure to her pussy. She felt her vagina contract and pulse in response.

Her mind went numb. All that mattered was the here and now. The undeniable enjoyment she felt being restrained and sexually stimulated made her clit throb. It felt superengorged, as though on fire. Moans of exquisite pleasure began drifting from her as she surrendered all will and fight to this gorgeous, sexy man. The room they were in, and the sounds she heard, all receded into the background. It was just Zane, beautiful Zane, slowly opening the closed door of her mind.

Every zone he touched on her body burned with sensual pleasure. Her mouth, her palms, her nipples, her thighs, her pussy.
Oh, God, especially my pussy
. It throbbed and pulsed until she felt ready to explode. The closed door in her mind finally swung wide open.

She just needed a little more…pressure.

Emma arched back, grinding her clit against his prick, and the whole world exploded around her. A million nerve endings popped and zinged, allowing powerful endorphins to flood her brain. Unable to move, her body rocked violently against his, as her orgasm finally took hold. Zane squeezed her hands more tightly, as he swallowed her intense whimpers of ecstasy.

* * * *

Still holding Emma firmly in place, Zane slowed the movement of his lips until he finally lifted from her. He whispered seductively in her ear, “Baby, I promise you this. It will feel even better when you’re lying under me, and my prick is impaled deep inside that cute pussy of yours.” He felt immense satisfaction when his words made her squirm beneath him. This was what he enjoyed most, controlling a woman. Especially one who was new to the BDSM scene.

Unable to speak, Emma rested her head back against the wall as she fought for composure. She looked startled by what had just happened and worriedly glanced around the room. By the look on her face, he could tell he’d rocked the very foundations she’d always believed in. Gone forever was the notion that she needed tender words and deeds to achieve sexual satisfaction. Now she knew differently. By dominating her, he’d opened her mind to the possibilities of a new type of sexual relationship. As a Dom, it was his duty to help Emma explore her submissive side.

Looking a little dazed and bewildered, she murmured, “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here.” She started to panic, trying to pull away.

Zane wanted to keep her captive a while longer, so he resisted the urge to let her go. “Shhh, it’s all right, baby. I know you’re a little disorientated right now, but I can teach you to accept these new feelings. You just have to trust—”

“This wasn’t what…” She shook her head. “This…I never planned this.” She closed her eyes. “Oh, God what have I done? People are staring at us, staring at me. I am not a sexual exhibit for perverted people to stare at.” He could sense the anger in her voice.

“Emma, Emma, listen to me. Shhh.” He realized she was almost hysterical. “No one here gives a damn about us. By the time they return home, they’ll have forgotten everything that happened here. Submission members are only interested in their own sexual gratification.”

“But you don’t understand the real reason I came here…” Her mouth clamped shut, and her eyes darkened. “Zane, let me go.”

“Baby, if I let you go, I get the feeling I’ll never see you again.”

“Zane, let me go,” she said it more forcefully.

“I know what’s just happened has shocked you. I just want to help you adjust, that’s all.”

“No.” Her voice was hard and uncompromising. “You told me the one word you respect here, more than any other, is the word no. Have you changed your mind? Were you lying to me?”

Zane stepped back and let her go. Her frosty stare as she rubbed her aching shoulders told the complete story. Emma was frightened by her own feelings. By turning on him, she was building a very large wall between them.

It was ironic. This beautiful, sexy, Englishwoman had the perfect temperament for a sub, but she just didn’t want to acknowledge it. He knew she was someone who would blossom in the lifestyle. Although he’d only known her for a few hours, he hoped he could share her journey to sexual enlightenment.

He tried again. “Emma, we need to talk this through.”

“Zane, you’re a very attractive man. I’ve no doubt you have a never-ending supply of women falling at your feet.” Emma slid off the shelf, and began adjusting her clothes. He could tell she was annoyed with both of them. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she looked straight at him, unafraid to hold his gaze. “This time your ego will have to take a nosedive. Let there be no misunderstanding. This can never happen again. I’m leaving”—she raised her chin defiantly—“right now.”

Zane stepped away and opened his arms wide, giving her room to move freely. Were she his sub, he’d have laid her across his knee and given her a bare-ass spanking for talking to her Master in such a disrespectful manner. But alas, she wasn’t his sub, much as he wanted her to be. He could only watch with regret as she began making her way toward the door. A cloud of fragrant blonde hair bobbed and bounced down her ramrod-straight back, as she hurried to the exit. Her long legs seemed to go on forever. Damn, that beautiful body would have been a joy to explore. Emma would surely have proved to be a wonderful and worthy sub. He could almost visualize the endless hours of pleasure as he trained her to his exacting standards. What a pity she was too scared to try it for real. He figured she’d just been curious. Most likely she was a frigid Englishwoman, hankering after a little sexual excitement. Well, she’d certainly found that here at Submission, but she couldn’t quite handle it.

Feeling thoroughly pissed, Zane massaged the back of his neck as she finally walked through the door and disappeared from his life for good. As he looked around the club, he had the sudden urge to leave, too. Submission just didn’t have the same appeal, now that his beautiful English rose had left.

For the first time since joining the club six years ago, Zane decided to leave early.

Emma hurriedly collected her coat from reception, and immediately dashed from the building. Such was her desire to leave, she almost fell down the small flight of steps in her effort to get away. Outside, the slight drizzle cooled down her overheated body as she ran across the parking lot. Desperate to leave, she hadn’t even bothered to put her coat on.

Still, at least she’d had the foresight to park her hire car close by. She zapped the remote and unlocked the doors of the Chrysler. When she got inside, she made a point of locking them.

Her hands were shaking as she sat behind the wheel. What the fuck had she just done? She was supposed to be searching for her best friend, Chloe. Instead, she’d willingly indulged in a seedy sexual encounter with a man she barely knew. Tears streamed down her face, and in frustration, she repeatedly banged her fists against the steering wheel, sobbing with disgust at herself.

She shook her head. She’d enjoyed it, too. Just what the hell was wrong with her? She’d never acted like that before in her life. She’d never even had a desire to. Zane had simply overwhelmed her. He’d overpowered her with his sexual magnetism. Even so, how could she orgasm like that in front of a group of strangers
? Christ, what the hell have you done, woman?
Zane had restrained her, and his dominant actions had seriously turned her on. Did that make her some sort of kinky pervert?

She laughed hysterically. All those incredibly embarrassing times when her boyfriends had simply given up because their hands, wrists, and cocks had become too tired to continue stimulating her. Zane had made climaxing seem so simple.

She muttered sarcastically to herself. “If only I’d known I could be cured with a set of restraints. I could have saved myself years of orgasm-free humiliation. Instead I’ve just embarrassed myself with a guy I hardly know. He must think I’m a sad, pathetic woman, who can’t control her animal urges.”

Rain began to fall heavily, slashing across the windshield, and flowing like a torrent down the screen. A chink of light caught her attention as the door to Submission opened, and a tall, well-built figure descended the steps.

A man dressed in a tailored suit held a coat above his head as he hurried to his car. He turned in her direction as he opened the door and slid inside, out of the rain. The breath caught in her throat. It was Zane. She was sure of it. Gone were the black leather jeans, and in their place lay a conservative suit, collar, and tie. He looked like a well-heeled businessman. Perhaps he was a guy who worked in the city.

Could Zane be Orion? Did he know where her best friend was? If she followed him, would he lead her to Chloe? At least she would know for sure if he were involved with her disappearance.

She still couldn’t believe her foolishness and uninhibited sexual behavior. She was a trained lawyer, for God’s sake. From now on, she vowed to remain strictly professional.

The powerful headlights of the Mercedes illuminated the parking lot, almost blinding her. Worried that he might spot her, Emma slid down the seat as he drove past. “Shit.” She swore as she put the car into drive and followed at a discreet distance. She’d never get used to driving an automatic. It just wasn’t natural to drive a car where the gears changed themselves. Living in England, she’d always preferred a manual. She always liked being in control. Or so she thought.

Feeling annoyed with herself, Emma shook her head as she concentrated on the traffic. “Pity you didn’t stay in control tonight, instead of submitting to the will of a complete stranger.” God, he was so attractive. His deep, sexy voice and the way he’d acted mesmerized her. Zane had simply bewitched her.

Afraid that she may lose him in the traffic, she gripped the steering wheel tighter, and threaded the car closer to his. There was no way she’d let him get away. As they drove through the suburbs, it soon became clear that Zane lived out of town. When a set of traffic lights halted her progress, she saw his car disappearing into the distance. If he turned off the main highway, she knew she’d lose him altogether.

“Come on, come on,” she grumbled impatiently through gritted teeth, as the lights remained stubbornly on red. “I can’t lose him. Not now.”

When the light finally turned green, Emma breathed a sigh of relief. “About time, too.” She floored the accelerator and took off after him once again. Initially, she thought she’d lost him, but after a few minutes, she spotted the silver Mercedes cruising a couple of hundred yards ahead of her.

“You’re not getting away from me this time, mister.”

For another twenty minutes she followed him at a discreet distance, until eventually, he indicated and turned down an unmarked road. She looked around for familiar landmarks. Nothing. They appeared to be driving in the middle of nowhere. Large open spaces filled the darkness. After another ten minutes he turned onto an impressive driveway. It meandered for almost half a mile through mature trees, immaculate gardens, and shrubs. In the distance she could just make out an impressive colonial property lit up like a beacon.

“Wow.” So Zane had money. An intrusive thought drifted through her mind. He probably had a wife and kids, too.

“Bastard.”

Most likely he used Club Submission to get his kicks, and then returned to a life of boring normality as though nothing had happened.

Not wishing to be seen, Emma hid her car beneath a large oak tree. Shrugging on her coat she stepped out into the cold and heavily raining November night.

Using the mature trees for cover, she could just make out his Mercedes parked at an angle in front of an impressive porch. Two imposing marble pillars guarded the entrance, while four large, leaded windows graced the lower floor of the brick façade. The diffused light coming from the interior spilled softly onto the paved driveway, giving a warm glow.

If she were oh, so quiet and careful, she’d get a better view, and then leave. After all, she didn’t know for sure if this opulent house even belonged to him. He could just as easily be visiting friends, visiting anyone, in fact. She stumbled in the darkness, twisting her ankle. Pain like she’d never experienced before shot through her as the heel of her stiletto broke away. Emma squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Grimacing, she held a hand over her mouth. She dare not cry out in the darkness, for fear of being discovered.