Submitting to Her (33 page)

Only my version of running through the
streets of New York to track down the Love of My Life turned out to
be Zoey piling into bed to fuck Taylor and yours truly
simultaneously, and as it happened for most of the night.

Even if I hadn't opened Taylor's eyes with my
oral skills before Zoey turned up, the rest of the night with the
two of us must have proved somewhat transformational to her sexual
outlook. Well, I didn't complain that Zoey took it upon herself to
use me as a tool to teach Taylor how to dominate a man. How could
I? I'd half wanted to teach Taylor myself.

And who could have been a better teacher for
her, though she only had the one night?

"You know how the best thing in the world is
to make a hot guy feel amazing?"

"Of course!"

"Well, turns out if you frustrate them a
little first, when you eventually get round to making them feel
amazing, they feel a hundred times more amazing."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah - and while you frustrate them a
little, you can get them to make you feel amazing. It's win-win,
huh?"

"Seems that way. Jesus, should he really be
putting his tongue in there so much? Oh my Lord in heaven..."

It was such an intense night, it seemed to
flush all the toxins out of my system, out of our system. Along
with her central promise never to see Brandon again now that he'd
signed the divorce papers, it seemed to wipe our slate clean.

Sure, it was kind of strange to have make-up
sex with someone else in the bed with us, but all that seemed fine
to the both of us. Appropriate, even. We had an unconventional
sexual relationship, and it all seemed to confirm that we'd
continue to have an unconventional sexual relationship - we both
saw the attraction of exploring ourselves and our boundaries,
though we both recognized there could be hard limits to that.

"Fitzroy" - the name of Zoey's childhood pet,
became our safe word. If either one of us said it, things would
stop, we wouldn't go any further past the comfort zone. It felt
reassuring to have that.

"When would you've used it, when we were with
Brandon?" Zoey asked me with a wry smile plastered over her face,
once we'd settled on the safe word approach.

"I don't know. That first time, maybe as soon
as you walked in the room with him. That was quite brutal."

"And the second time?"

"As soon as he started hitting you."

She smiled at that, and we had some kind of
gauge for future reference.

Reconnected, I did miss working for Zoey
professionally, though I think separating our careers was the right
thing to do for the long term. I had to find a whole new way to get
motivated in my job - though it helped having a new kind of product
to sell.

After being apart for so many months,
suddenly our relationship leaped forward, and we were talking about
moving in together, and how that really should mean me serving her
constantly again - what a thrill. Of course, when I say we talked
about it, I mean she suggested it might be nice, and I put in a
respectful request for ASAP, please.

We were apart during the working day, apart
during conferences and industry exhibitions - yet being apart made
it that much sweeter when we were together.

When we are apart, Zoey sent me texts teasing
me about running into guys that clearly wanted to dominate her. She
wasn't interested in other submissives - that job was clearly
filled, though all the men who worked for her remained firmly under
her thumb.

When she sent me those teasing texts, I sent
replies suggesting maybe this time she should give in to
temptation, take a break from her leadership skills to indulge in
her occasional desire for the alpha male.

I was okay, knowing Brandon was permanently
out of the picture. Knowing that if she did choose to pursue an
alpha male, my consent would be sought expressly every step of the
way - and this time I'd have the power of the veto.

Because the submissive does have power, it
turns out - the underlying power of consent.

I wanted to do something special for her
birthday, but the situation was complicated by the fact that she'd
promised to be at a conference that week - and was actually to give
a speech at the event on her birthday itself.

I was so proud of her, but this was one
performance she wouldn't allow me to watch. Said she'd get too
nervous. Instead, I would get the before and after. Beforehand, she
put me on a free Skype video-call to watch her shower and get
dressed prior to her speech, which was in the late afternoon
slot.

"Maybe I'll send you the video afterwards, if
it goes well," she said, and I knew that possibility was as close
as I was going to get to seeing her speech.

"Mmm..." My eyes lit up. "Video? We never
talked about videoing you before. That would be hot."

"You have a filthy mind, Jones."

"I blame society."

God she was stunning as she stepped out of
the bathroom and the air cleared of the steam that had blocked most
of my view while she'd been scrubbing and preening under the flow
of the water.

"Actually I'm surprised we haven't thought of
it before. Give you something to watch when I'm away on business,
dirty boy."

"Maybe you could accidentally leave the Skype
connection on tonight."

"Tonight? Am I expecting something to happen
after my speech?"

She looked all innocent, propping up her
MacBook Air at the right angle next to the television so I could
watch her dress in front of the mirror. But as she fished out her
hot lace-trimmed black and purple satin lingerie, a scandalously
low-cut white blouse and a suit with the shortest skirt I'd ever
seen, she knew full well how much she was teasing me.

"You know how those young execs get after
they see a beautiful woman on stage telling them what to do," I
said.

"Mmm… Maybe I should let one of them get to
me this time. It is my birthday."

My heart thumped loudly as her stockings were
slowly rolled up those smooth, shapely legs.

"Maybe this is the night," I replied.
Nervous, like I was about to take my finals.

Fully dressed, she stood tall, imagining
standing up on stage behind the lectern. Smoothing down her skirt
so that it covered the maximum possible area of her thighs, yet
still scared the crap out of me as I imagined all the guys that
would be seeing her like this, swarming all over her as she entered
the bar after the final Q&A session was over.

Perhaps after a couple of glasses of dry
white, she might pick one of them.

She told me later how it went, and that was
the best part, made all those nerves worthwhile. This particular
conference was not far away, within a hotel in D.C., so she did
make it back into our own bed some time in the small hours.

I'd been on tenterhooks all night to find out
how it all was for her.

My heart was in my throat as I greeted her at
the door, wondering what this experience had done to her. She was
breathtakingly beautiful, of course. Hair still slightly messed up
from her earlier sex and rapid escape from the scene, while with
the gentle rosy glow in her cheeks suggested she had been fully
satisfied by the experience - something that warmed me even before
she opened up about what happened.

I do like it when she's content.

"I love having you to come home to, Jones,"
she smiled, running her eyes appreciatively over my bare chest
before she stepped up to kiss me.

"I'm glad it pleases you, Ma'am."

"I think what pleases me is if we go straight
to the bedroom. Don't you want me to tell you all about it?"

There was wildfire in her eyes. It was
intensely thrilling.

"Yes, Ma'am."

But she paused, held me, kissed me again,
breathing deeply as she did so. Then she said: "Mmm… you even smell
different."

I trembled a little at the thought of her
being with another man, a stranger. How sexy she was with such
power in her sexuality, and my ultimate submission was that she
could get exactly what she wanted, so long as she came back to me
afterward. I wasn't just giving her every little ounce of pleasure
possible from my own capability, but the possibility of the
pleasure another could give as well.

I helped her remove her jacket and hung it up
for her, and then she grabbed my hand to lead me through to her
bedroom. Our bedroom, as it was now. That was quite something to
get used to, living with your partner - something I'd never done
before Zoey, of course.

I tried to keep calm as we clambered onto the
bed, but it was difficult when she was so fired up, so wonderfully
sexual.

I'd noticed she wasn't wearing any stockings
now, but as her legs curled up under her, I stole a glimpse that
told me she wasn't wearing panties, either. My thickening cock
jumped at the sight. I knew she was wearing them during her
speech.

For a long while we just sat together there
on the bed and kissed.

I never used to appreciate kissing before
Zoey. I guess I was always like a lot of guys who just saw kissing
as the gateway to other things, and were keen to get past it and
onto the good stuff. But really, if you allow it time, if you avoid
rushing, and just realize the pleasure that can be had simply from
brushing lips against each other, from the tender touch of tongues,
from the gentle sucking of face, it was just as sensual as any oral
sex.

As we kissed, I could see flickering
recognition in Zoey's eyes that this was what she liked best.
Although she'd just had a fulfilling quickie with an alpha male,
getting her little fix of being dominated, it was kissing like this
and the slow sensual heaven I brought her in submitting to her,
that she adored more than anything. It was always fun to have a
quick hard fuck, but no one could give her the hours of
slow-burning pleasure I could in my role as Zoey's oh-so-willing
servant.

I saw how she responded to the softness of my
touch, breathing in the subtle cologne I wore, getting back in
touch with the gentle man she'd found to love her for the rest of
her life.

"Oh, God, I've missed that," she breathed as
we parted and I helped her remove her shirt, noticing a few of the
buttons were gone, even though we were doing this only a couple of
evenings ago.

She was still wearing her bra, but as one of
my hands moved down to close around a breast, my lips moving to her
neck, she stopped me, pushed my hand down between her thighs, and
grabbed hold of the back of my head to snatch another kiss from my
mouth.

"I got so wet on the journey back," she said,
and I could smell her juices even before she forced my hand up her
skirt, pushing the taut material up to reveal her startling nudity
and her flushed, open flower. "Thinking about you back here,
waiting for me."

As always, there was something in that spicy
scent from her arousal that drove me wild.

She held my head in both hands, pulled me
back from her face, said: "Tell me it was all okay? It wasn't a
horrible experience for you?"

I smiled, and simply from that expression,
she seemed to visibly relax, her anxiety melting away. "I love
knowing how good it makes you feel," I said gently, eyes wide and
earnest. "I can tell how hot it gets you - and there's nothing more
incredible than seeing you all hot and bothered."

She beamed with unconcealed bliss.

"It wasn't too much for you, waiting while I
was at the conference, flirting with all those execs?"

I shrugged, and realized my attitudes to
women had changed so much since Zoey came along, and that even
while we'd been seeing each other, my attitude to her had
transformed.

"I like it that other men desire you. It
fuels my ego," I said. "But it also makes you feel good, doesn't it
Reminds you of your incredible sexual power."

She leaned back, hands reaching for the zip
on her skirt, allowing me to help her out of it. I caught my breath
as she opened her thighs again, and it was clear to me she'd shaved
herself completely smooth down there for a change.

Open for me, she said: "I want you to go down
on me Aiden. I've been waiting all conference for it."

She knew so well how giddy it made me when
she explicitly asked for me to give her oral sex. It was such a
wonderful experience in itself, but to know full well that she
wanted it badly herself made it so much more rewarding.

I trailed my mouth down her stomach and began
kissing gently over her mound, then down the upper limit of her
thigh. Completely shaved, she was so very smooth down there. I do
actually like it when she decides to go full bush - variety is the
spice of life, after all - but had to admit it was easier to tend
to her need when she was like this.

"Oh God, I need this," she breathed. "Lick my
pussy, Aide, and I promise I'll tell you all about my evening."

"Yes, my goddess."

"Be gentle," she said - an unnecessary
request considering my intentions, but I knew she meant she was
already a little tender after her earlier activity.

I was on fire as I touched down on her
beautiful pussy itself, easing the tip of my tongue along her slick
groove to taste the scintillating tartness of her juices. I did
treat her with kid gloves as I skirted around her sopping pussy,
planting little kisses either side of her reddened folds as I took
in the aftermath close-up, inhaling her strong fragrance as I
marveled at just how turned on she'd been from this night. Was
there anything as glorious in this world as a sexually satisfied
woman? I probably said that before.

Zoey leaned back, tilting her head away from
me to let out a long, low groan in response to my hot mouth
pressing against her most sensitive parts, my tongue penetrating
her, my top lip brushing her clit.