Submitting to Her (21 page)

Oh how I adored making her come like that,
seeing her shivering all over, breathing in her secret scent, that
dark spice to which I was so addicted, hearing the sounds of her
soprano sighs-turned-cries as the force of the climax swept through
her body.

"God, how do you make me come so easily?" she
said afterward. "Nobody's ever been able to do that before like
you."

What could I say to that? Having made her
come by merely lying beneath her, having her rub herself over me,
doing most if not all the work - I could hardly claim credit.

Then she was leaning over to her bedside
table, and I couldn't see what she was doing, but suspected she
might be reaching for a certain little something to sheath my
cock.

It wasn't long before my cock was gliding
into her hot, tight pussy, and we were both crying out from the
incredible sensations of our oiled bodies moving against each
other, inside and out, writhing and rolling and thrusting like we
were wrestling in mud.

We talked so much that night. And I did stay
over, for once. It felt as though it was our last night before
execution - we both wanted to spend time with each other, really
experience each other before the time came for Ms Jenkinson to fire
one or other of us, or both, thereby disrupting the hierarchy
around which our relationship had been conceived.

"If we're in Ordinary Mode," she said to me
at one point, "You'd still answer me honestly if I asked you
to?"

"Of course."

I felt a little shiver, my every instinct as
a man warning me that this was a conversation heading toward Heavy
Territory. Was she breaking up with me? After everything we'd been
through? Had she decided to do it preemptively, without waiting for
Ms Jenkinson's verdict?

I tried to keep calm, keep my paranoid
thoughts from running away with themselves.

"What did you really think about… you know…
what happened with Brandon?"

"What happened with Brandon?" I blinked
stupidly, a little surprised that she would raise that subject
again, seemingly so far after it had happened. "I don't know - what
d'you mean?"

At that particular moment in the evening, we
were taking a shower, having lounged around for a long while after
our adventures in oil, ending up feeling like freshening up. Since
I'd been going out with Zoey, there had been countless new
experiences, but strangely, I think one of the most genuinely
pleasurable, most relaxing things I'd never done with anyone else
was simply taking a shower together, pressing our bodies together
under the wonderfully warm flow of steamy water, running my hands
over her unbelievably smooth, soft skin, fingers caressing her,
slipping over her body with ease thanks to the sheen of luxurious
coconut-scented body wash.

Normally, when I was serving her, it would
largely be me washing her body, ensuring she was clean and content,
before a quick wash and rinse for myself as she got out. That
evening, however, we were in Ordinary Mode, which for us somehow
seemed like anything but Ordinary, and Zoey was taking as much care
to wash me - and feel me up - as I was her.

We were relaxed, so unbelievably relaxed in
there. It seemed like a safe environment for Zoey to divulge what
was on her mind.

"I guess I just want to say sorry," she
said.

"Sorry? For what?"

"Everything that happened that night," she
looked up at me with a sudden vulnerability in her eyes. She said:
"I guess a part of me… well, that part really did want to… hurt
you."

I took a deep breath, recalling the strange,
powerful mixture of feelings I experienced that evening, when she
had returned to her hotel room with her ex- in tow.

"It was bizarre," I said, trying to portray
utter calm by grabbing the bottle of body wash once again, pouring
some out into my palm before applying it to her shoulders rather
pointlessly, considering that particular part of her was already
clean. "I'm not sure I thought you were purposefully hurting
me."

That was a white lie. I think actually that
night was bordering on the terrifying for me. The thing was, at the
time, and even now, I'd felt I'd deserved every minute, what I'd
put her through. And there was that little dark place inside of me
somewhere that thought the whole thing seemed curiously
exciting.

"I had a few drinks, and I felt like I wanted
to punish you," she said.

"I knew you wanted to punish me. You were
clear about that. I guess we needed a safe word, or something like
that."

"We shouldn't need a safe word. I should be
able to see when too far is too far."

She shook her head, those big dark eyes so
apologetic, fearful, I thought my strong Zoey was about to cry. She
said: "It was more than just our game. I wanted to punish you for
what you put me through before. I know you'd changed, you saw the
error of your ways - and you were making it up to me. But I still
just wanted you to feel the kind of pain I went through when… well,
you know."

I kissed her forehead, hugged her, almost
platonically if you can believe it just about then.

"I deserved it, everything I got," I said
quietly.

"You didn't deserve that," she insisted. "I
had a few drinks, and I was going to tease you a little. Brandon
had been bugging me for ages to reconnect, so I figured I'd give
you a little scare - only I got too drunk. And I gave Brandon the
wrong idea. And then it just went too far."

I nodded, and for a moment we gazed into each
others' eyes, and while hers were clearly filled to the brim with
regret, mine were quite obviously full of forgiveness and love.

In this moment of candor, I felt both the
urge to expose the darkest secrets buried within me, and also the
need to comfort her with the reassurance that it hadn't all been as
bad as she thought. I said: "You know, it was a shock, but there
was some part of me that kind of… well… I don't know, enjoyed
it."

"Enjoyed it?" She wrinkled her brow up at
me.

"I don't know," I said, suddenly sheepish,
slightly wishing I'd kept my secrets to myself, moment of candor or
not. "Watching you… you're so beautiful, watching you from a
completely independent angle - I'd never seen anything like it. I
guess there's nothing I love more than seeing you being pleasured -
even if it's not necessarily me doing it."

She cocked her head as she peered at me.
"You're a strange one, sweetie, you know that?"

Her hands drifted down, and I heard her
quietly gasp as she found that I was actually hard again.

"You really did get off on it, didn't you?"
she said.

"Part of me," I said cautiously, more than a
little wary of giving her the idea that I was all right with her
inviting Brandon over for another session. "It was an adventure, I
guess. It was shocking, and yet somehow the shock made me feel…
alive. And when you were looking at me, and I got the impression
you were only coming because I was there to watch - that was
hot."

"That was the only reason I came," she said,
her fingers squeezing me now, slowly pumping my cock once again. As
I looked down at her doing it, I noticed her nipples were rock
hard. "I told you Brandon never made me come before, right?"

I nodded. "I figured that really, it was me
making you come - Brandon was just a prop. Like a sex toy or
something."

"But it did hurt - you were jealous?"

"I guess. After a while, it seemed to all
blend into this weird mix of emotions," I said, probably not making
myself entirely clear. "I thought at first it was because I should
be able to please you by myself. But then, I guess I figured that
actually, you're better than that."

"You're crazy."

"What can I say? You're my goddess - and I
guess I believe all men should worship you."

Zoey giggled, echoing in the shower. It was
quite the most heavenly sound. "I like your ambition, sweetie, but
I don't think I could handle all men."

I smiled, my hands now finding their way to
her breasts, as she continued to use one hand to pump my cock, the
other to cup my sac. I said: "I felt like you deserved that much
pleasure, after what I'd done to you. And realized that the only
thing I really feared was losing you, because you guys used to go
out."

"Oh, hey, you know there's no chance - "

"I know," I said. "But that was my only real
fear."

She nodded, looked up at me with that pretty
mouth curled upwards in a wry smile. "So you'd feel better if it
was a guy I'd never met before?"

"And one you'd likely never meet again," I
shrugged.

Zoey laughed. "Maybe we should have invited
that pizza delivery guy in earlier, huh?"

"Oh, you liked the look of him?" I laughed.
"Maybe we should dial out for another pizza."

He was weak, and I was strong — then —

So he let me lead him in —

I was weak, and he was strong then —

So I let him lead me — home.

- Emily Dickinson, He was weak, and I was
strong — then

We were awake really early - Zoey had said
previously that for Ms Jenkinson, first thing in the morning meant
7am sharp.

I dressed in my clothes from the previous
day, but figured that a slightly crumpled shirt and jacket was not
going to be the key issue that would either save or end my job at
the company. Zoey looked immaculate, of course, in a suit that
appeared rather conservative compared to the racy outfits she'd
been displaying about the office recently.

We were both nervous as naughty
schoolchildren as we arrived outside our CEO's office at the duly
appointed time. It made me feel like standing at the school
principal's door again, waiting to be punished for flicking rubber
bands at the back of Olivia Markam's neck in math class - only in
this case, it wouldn't be a sharp rebuke and ten weeks of Saturday
detentions, it would be a complete change in our lives - out on the
street, chasing shelf-stacking supermarket jobs. I'd never even
been up to this floor of our building.

"Come," we heard Ms Jenkinson's voice
clearly. It sent an icy shiver through my whole body.

Our chief executive had an office you could
have fit almost our whole department into. Taking up much of the
floor space between the door and her desk were two expansive yet
minimalist white leather sofas either side of a long glass coffee
table. At the end, Ms Jenkinson appeared poised and almost regal
behind a desk that could have controlled the Starship Enterprise,
her blonde hair tied neatly back, her elegant face perfectly made
up, her suit as immaculate as Zoey's.

The views from the windows out over the Inner
Harbor were breathtaking - how anyone could get any work done with
such a panorama available, I'd couldn't ascertain.

"You've been getting good results," Ms
Jenkinson said as we lined up in front of her. "I like that. I
happen to be of the opinion that good results justify the means,
even if those means are somewhat unconventional."

Somewhat unconventional. I mulled those words
around in my mind for a moment, and a tickle of hope flickered
within my chest. I glanced over at Zoey, but she was faced firmly
forwards, the picture of attentiveness. I took my lead from her,
and snapped back to attention.

"But - I do have my concerns," our CEO said,
looking at us each in turn as we hung on her every word. "Of
course, my first concern is with the company. If your relationship
changes for the worse, or breaks down in any way, it will affect
your work."

"No, Ms Jenkinson," Zoey said quietly,
carefully. "I don't believe it will."

"You're saying it won't affect your work at
all?"

"I'm saying our relationship won't change,"
said Zoey. I felt a little warm tremble of contentment at that, I
can tell you.

Ms Jenkinson nodded, considering. From this
distance, I couldn't really read her eyes. I wonder if that was one
reason why her office was so large - keep visitors guessing.

She said, softer this time: "I worry about
you personally as well, Zoey. After what happened with
Brandon…"

I flinched at the name as soon as it passed
our CEO's lips, my chest flaming up in shock, jealousy and a little
hurt that whatever it was to which Ms Jenkinson now referred, Zoey
had kept from me. What had gone on between her and that blond
meathead?

"It's not the same," Zoey said. "I'm not like
that any more."

Our chief nodded again, in her slow, pensive
manner. "I thought we decided you weren't going to get hung up on a
particular guy again for a while, Zoey. You were so badly hurt the
last time."

"It won't happen this time," Zoey
insisted.

Ms Jenkinson sighed, then actually laughed.
She said: "I thought you were going to have a little fun, Zoey. Not
start anything too serious. But the way you two are, I can see you
getting really hurt again."

"That won't happen this time, Ms
Jenkinson."

"Because you're in control of the
relationship?"

"Because I'm not consumed by the
relationship."

I felt burning resentment toward Brandon,
though I tried not to react visibly to it. Whatever had gone on, it
had affected my relationship with Zoey. She seemed to be projecting
an image to our CEO of a young woman protected from vulnerability,
which made me feel she was closed off to the kind of love I felt
for her. Had everything that had happened the previous night been
an act?

Zoey seemed so cold standing there in front
of our chief executive.