Submitting to Her (26 page)

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, hiding my shock, my
faint irritation.

"I'll pass on your apologies. I'm sure if I
tell people you're tied up, they'll understand."

"Yes, Ma'am."

She looked down at me, a mischievous smile
spreading across her face. "God, you know how horny you make me,
Jones? Knowing I have you here for me, desperate for release?"

I didn't know what to say, I was so startled.
Was she really going to attend the dinner and leave me like this? I
saw her shiver - the power she had over me irresistible just then.
She leaned over me, stroked my chest, running her cool hand down my
stomach, before grazing my hard cock with her nails.

"Delicious," she said. "You do keep yourself
nicely in trim, Jones. I approve."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said. What else could I
do but go with the flow?

"God, you know how wet you're making me? Even
straight after my shower?" she flashed her eyes at me. I prayed
she'd give in to her temptation, stay and finish me off.

I wasn't quite sure what she was doing, she
seemed to dance a little jig. And then she stooped, and I saw her
flicking her panties over her knees, before retrieving them from
the floor.

"Risky, I suppose, but risk brings with it a
certain… thrill, don't you think?"

Somehow, it seemed hard to breathe, the air
overly thin, starved of oxygen. She was going down to the dinner
without underwear? I was suddenly a little more concerned. If the
alcohol started flowing, what if she gave a tipsy executive the
wrong idea? Or what if she had certain intentions to give an
executive the wrong idea?

With a mischievous chuckle, she dangled a
pair of black satin panties over my face. What was she doing?

She pressed them to my mouth and nose, and I
could actually feel the dampness in the material.

"You see?" she said. "And that's just the
time I've spent getting dressed and putting my make-up on. You make
me so wet, Jones."

I breathed in her glorious scent - it made me
tingle all over, the dark spice direct from her womanhood.

"Try to get some rest, Jones," she said, as I
watched her go, trying not to succumb to the rising panic I felt
seizing my internal organs one by one. "I'll return as soon as I
can."

As she walked to the door, I saw the plunging
back line of her dress, and knowing she had nothing on under that
thin scrap of material, I felt quite concerned that the evening's
entertainment was going to get the better of her. Then she was
bending over to pick up the 'do not disturb' sign that lay on the
carpet, and I saw it was thigh-high hold-ups she wore. They gave
her an extra hint of sexual mischief, adding to the pressure I felt
watching her.

When the door to our room clicked shut,
leaving me straining at the rope, I knew there was little I could
do but trust that my Zoey wanted me above all else.

I don't know how long I waited. I guess the
dinner would have gone on perhaps an hour and a half, and then the
awards ceremony an additional half hour. I tried not to think about
the time passing - it only slowed down the experience.

I had to focus on the positives, I knew that.
I had been through similar feelings as I had when I'd been in
Philly, waiting for Zoey to come home with Brandon. Thinking of the
possibilities of her being with someone else, the dark jealousy
swirling around my insides, mixing and conflicting with the strong
burst of arousal at the thought of my sexy Zoey flirting away,
attracting the attention of men who might possess her momentarily,
but would never have her as I did.

The key solace for me was the virtual
certainty that Brandon was not around this time. I held on to that
belief as I lay there, imagining her sitting at the dinner table,
laughing at the jokes of the interested men around her, batting
those pretty eyelids, twirling her hair, licking her full lips, her
thighs jostling as she thought about fucking them, as she sat there
with no underwear.

Waiting there, without even a television on
to distract me from the thoughts about what Zoey was doing, I tried
to keep calm.

I told myself that I had to stop the paranoid
thoughts. She had a dinner to sit through, and then an awards
ceremony that she could not miss - she was presenting one of the
prizes, as an award sponsor. I trusted she wasn't going to slip out
of the dinner with one of her new male friends to find some shady
corner somewhere to explore her lack of underwear.

I had time on my side.

Once I was calm, I knew the only thing I
could do was take things step by step. Firstly, I wriggled a little
and found the most comfortable position I could, the position I
could lie in so that my muscles ached least. Knowing I was able to
lie for a long period of time without it hurting much, that kept me
sane.

Carefully, without expending too much energy,
I tested my bonds. Zoey had tied me well, and the ropes were too
strong for me.

All I could do was wait, and hope she would
return to me in good time, pray that she wanted her sexual
gratification from me alone.

Yet despite all the positive energy I tried
to channel, I still had that awkward sense that I'd brought this on
myself. I'd suggested to her before that if she was fooling around
with a random stranger that would never likely affect our normal
lives, I'd be okay with her taking her pleasure as she liked.

I tried to focus on just how hot it actually
was to have a girlfriend like Zoey - so attractive, so desirable.
And to have one as strongly sexual as she, that was incredible.

As the minutes ticked slowly by, I felt that
same strange buzz I'd felt while watching her with Brandon that
night in Philly. My own pride seemed to fall away, my increasingly
tired body finding no use for it just then. In its place, I
recalled how wonderful it felt to see Zoey smile, see her laugh,
see her moan and come like crazy. What if some other guy had snuck
her into a bathroom stall and was making her feel that good? Wasn't
it good that she should feel so fantastic? That she should get to
experience the thrill of "strange" cock?

As long as she came back to me afterwards -
as long as I was special to her, I was the one she loved, I was the
one who made her feel best of all, all would be okay.

Lying there, my humility returned. My sense
of place - my sense of pleasing her. I actually hoped she'd stay
out longer, as long as she wanted. Long so that she'd come home
buzzed and happy - even if all she did, after falling through that
door, was curl up beside me on the bed before falling asleep.

I relaxed, and tried to embrace the arousal I
felt, though I couldn't do anything about it with my hands
bound.

I even managed to fade into a shallow
sleep.

I jerked awake at the first movement of the
handle on our door, a jolt of panic and fear pumping adrenalin into
my bloodstream.

As the door opened, over the sound of my own
breathing, I heard her giggling, the clear signs of alcohol in her
system.

"Still here, sweetie?" she asked, as though I
could have escaped.

"Yes, my Goddess," I said.

She laughed, "I had such a good time. Knowing
you were up here completely helpless, waiting for me to come use
you. Mmm…"

She climbed up on the bed and straddled my
chest, and I felt the butterflies stirred up in my stomach at the
heat of her body up on top of me. She leaned back to check the
bindings on my ankles, then pulled forward to check out the rope
around my wrists, her soft breasts touching down over my face as
she reached for the bindings, her cleavage so warm and smooth where
it wasn't covered by her dress and bra.

I inhaled a deep lungful of her floral scent
from between her breasts.

"Very good," she said, planting a brief peck
on my lips as she moved back down my chest, so that I could taste
the wine on her breath. "Now I'm just going to use the bathroom,
but I'll be right back, I promise."

She walked to the bathroom in a very
leisurely manner, and I knew she'd take her time in there.

The questions whirled around my head. Had she
done anything with anybody? How drunk was she? Had anyone seen that
she didn't have panties on?

I couldn't help but gasp as she emerged from
the bathroom again. She was wearing a black leather corset and
lace-up boots that went all the way up to her thighs like stockings
- and nothing else, her bare pussy startling, yet hard to take my
eyes away. I wasn't usually one for kinky leather stuff, but Zoey
looked so hot.

She creaked as she walked toward me.

"Good boy," she said. "You've been so good
tonight, I feel like rewarding you."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

She climbed up onto the bed once again, her
leather creaking all the way, straddling me. She made me wonder how
she'd fitted this outfit in her overnight case.

"You know, I need to do better at restricting
your orgasms, Jones," she said, picking up my cock and wrapping her
fingers around it as it stood just inches from her pussy. "You've
had it too easy recently."

"Yes Ma'am," I said meekly, silently
suppressing my disagreement in the matter.

"But maybe I should allow you tonight," she
said. "Since you've been so good."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

My cock was so hard as she began stroking it,
I swore I could feel the blood coursing through it.

"Okay, here's your reward," she said.
"Tonight, and tonight only, you get three wishes. You can take them
at any time you like, and I have to grant them - but you don't get
them back."

"Thank you Ma'am."

This was an interesting game - I could have
asked her theoretically for anything, yet I didn't want to waste
the opportunity.

She lifted herself up a little, opening her
legs so I received a killer view of her pussy, though the purpose
of her move was to give herself access to use my hard cock as a
kind of sex toy, rubbing it against herself, brushing her pussy
lips with the tip of my cock, nudging it against her clit.

"Are you thinking of a wish?" she asked me,
as she now sat down on me, crushing my hardness in between her
legs, before beginning a rocking motion to glide her wetness up and
down my shaft without granting me any penetration.

"Yes, Ma'am."

The sensation of her heat against my manhood,
and the way she gyrated her hips and accelerated her rocking on me,
threatened to make me come before she'd barely started.

I had to hold on.

"Tell me what happened when you went
downstairs," I asked her.

"You're sure you want that to be one of your
wishes?"

I nodded. She slowed her motion as she spoke,
allowing me to bring myself under control.

"How long do you think I've been gone?"

"I'm not sure - two, three hours?"

She sniggered. "No way I'd leave you tied up
that long - and I couldn't resist knowing you were up here waiting
for me like this. The ceremony was before the dinner, this time,
not after. I slipped out once I finished presenting our award. Are
you aching?"

"I'm okay," I said. "Tell me what
happened."

She continued stroking me, rubbing me up
against her pussy as she told me about the fear she'd had entering
a room full of suited executives with her pussy completely exposed
to the open air.

"I was trying not to blush," she said. "It
took a couple of glasses of wine for me to calm down."

"Do you think anyone knew?"

She flashed her eyes. "Before everyone sat
down, I think a couple of the women were looking at me trying to
figure how I'd completely got away with no panty line in a dress
like that. I don't think the guys really knew - except one
guy."

"One guy?" My ears pricked up.

Zoey gave me an impish grin, and I couldn't
quite tell whether or not she was now just making something up to
wind me up. I suspected she was, but from what had happened with
Brandon in Philly, I could never be entirely sure.

"He was a little older than you," she said,
moving off my body now, lying beside me on her side, in a
comfortable position to play with my hardness. "You know - silver
flecks in his hair. A bit of a cocky so-and-so, but totally
gorgeous."

Once again, jealousy flared up within me, a
white-hot searing heat in my stomach.

But I couldn't help but find the idea
exciting that my Zoey had been walking around in public with no
panties on, flirting with guys who wanted her, even though she was
mine.

She let out a peel of laughter, and I guess
my cock must have responded to the dirty thoughts I was having.

"It turns you on, doesn't it?" she asked.
"That I have the power to drive other men wild. And maybe I'll act
on it, and maybe I won't."

"It terrifies me," I said, though with a
little humor in my voice. "But you're so hot being in full
control."

She licked the length of my shaft, then
kissed my swollen tip. "Mmm… I love it when you give me a little
pre-come," she purred. "It shows how horny you are."

She slipped me inside her hot mouth, sucking
me ferociously as she began to move on my shaft. I watched with the
strange thought running through my head of my Zoey sucking someone
else, even imagining I was that someone else.

Had she completely broken my spirit? After
what had happened with Brandon and Ms Jenkinson, was there any
possibility Zoey and I would go back to a conventional
relationship? A little part of me felt sad that we couldn't just
settle down into a cozy long-term thing. But the rest of me was
living on the fire that our relationship was built on, the hot but
uncertain flames of Zoey's desires and my consent. The sex was like
pure cocaine, there was no way I could stop now.