Submitting to Her (34 page)

But then she pulled herself together, knowing
the important part of our deal. She got to play, and I would help
her fulfill her every sexual need - but she had to tell me all
about it.

"Okay," she said, my nerves jangling in
anticipation of hearing her talking dirty, let alone talking dirty
about her own recent experiences. "So I guess you could say there
were quite a few guys interested in buying me a drink after the
conference was done…"

Flavored by my dedicated attention to her
pussy, Zoey's clear soprano was so sexy as she began to recount her
view of the evening, occasionally stopping to direct me this way or
that in my oral attention. I took things slowly, giving her
pleasure but not making it too intense, offering minimal, though
occasional, contact with her clit - all to give her the space to
detail exactly what went on, how she felt about it.

"…I was already so wet by the time we got to
the bar, knowing I could take one of these guys any time I
wanted…"

She spoke slowly, carefully, getting used to
talking to me while I caressed her pussy with my face.

My cock throbbed as she explained how she had
fended off unwanted attention from all kinds of men as she'd
perched on her bar stool sipping a vodka tonic.

"Then there was this handsome guy, and I just
couldn't say no," she murmured as she gently stirred her hips in
response to my attentions. "He just had this presence, you know?
Like no other man in that bar. I had to go with him."

She looked down at me, and I was beaming back
at her. Encouraging her to go on with my eyes and my tongue.

She was emboldened. Well, we had talked about
this. Talked about trying it, at least, even though she'd initially
said no to actually doing it ever since our reconciliation. This
was the first evening she'd ever decided to take advantage of the
freedom she had with me.

She said: "I think he thought I was married,
even though I didn't have a ring on. I guess I didn't discourage
the idea - it seemed to only motivate him more."

They got up to the room, and she was a bundle
of nerves.

She was brutally aroused, but at the same
time incredibly anxious about whether this was all a mistake, what
I would really think of her craving this, whether it would damage
our relationship again after Brandon so nearly ended it all.

Her new man gave her Champagne to settle her
spirits.

"You're married too?" she asked him, her eyes
furtively flicking over his well-cut suit, subtle in their
curiosity, yet unable to entirely conceal her need to know that her
risk would be rewarded.

"Does it matter?"

Zoey shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe, a
little. I don't want you to go behind your wife's back."

He smiled, stroking her pale cheek, loving
how fragile she looked in the bright halogen spot shining straight
down on her, like a deer in the headlamps.

"And yet you go behind your husband's?"

She shook her head. "He knows exactly what
I'm getting myself into."

"Does he?"

"Pretty sure he likes to watch. Maybe next
time I'll let him."

"And I get the impression you like to show
him," he said, perceptive. His clear intelligence thrilling her.
This was no stupid brute. He said: "It's a shame he's not here. I
could show both of you what you're missing in your marriage."

She wasn't going to correct him, that she
wasn't married, or that anything was missing in her
relationship.

His hand touched down on her hip, felt the
raw heat of her body even through her skirt. But she eluded him -
skipped out of his way, suddenly the deer was out of the headlamps,
dancing gracefully out of the predator's grasp.

"What would your wife think about this?"

"She does what I tell her."

He stepped up to Zoey, a hint of irritation
in his features in amongst the pent-up desire, his hand seeming
almost threatening as it reached up toward her chest, his thumb and
forefinger pinching the edge of her blouse, fumbling with a button.
It thrilled her that he was so desperate for her.

"But she's not happy about you cheating?"
Zoey was almost reluctant as he popped the button, then
another.

"She accepts what I need."

His strong hands forced open her shirt,
revealing the devilish purple and black bra with its lace trim, the
little bow playfully joining her two cups.

"You don't think it's cruel, demanding that
she accept your infidelity?"

Zoey's slight sneer was a little too much for
him to take, provoking him to fiercely tear her shirt from her body
in a manner that took her breath away, sending buttons flying.

"What're you doing?"

"What d'you think I'm doing?"

"Maybe I don't want to be the one hurting
your wife tonight."

He grabbed her, twirled her as though they
were salsa dancing, and then he was behind her, holding her in an
arm lock to assert himself over her.

"I think it's too late for you to back out
now, don't you?"

She gasped as one of his hands tightened
around her throat, and the other deftly flicked down the zip on her
skirt, and then forced that particular item over her thighs to the
floor. He kissed her neck, only it was more like devouring her
neck, vampire-like. Breathing in her perfume. She felt his hot
breath on her skin.

He was strong, she knew she wasn't going to
be able to counter him. A shiver of silvery arousal coursed down
her body, ending up with a strong tingling throb between her legs.
Something about her helplessness was getting her going. If she was
paranoid that her Aiden was actually not so happy with all this,
that this would hurt him even though he always insisted it wouldn't
- well, there was nothing she could do about that now.

Or maybe she was just telling herself
that.

His hand slid over her stomach and abdomen,
and down under the waistband of her matching satin-and-lace
panties.

Zoey heard him moan quietly at discovering
that she was shaved perfectly smooth between her legs. He wasn't
expecting that - there wasn't even a hint of down on her mound. It
had made her feel thrillingly dirty and sexy all day, and now she
was being rewarded with the surprise and delight of this
stranger.

She could feel his hardness pressing into her
from behind, even through his suit, but her immediate focus was on
his hand - thinking, another man has his hand on her pussy. A
powerful, dominant stranger was seeking out her most personal area,
which was already astoundingly wet.

A bad man she shouldn't even have been
talking to in the first place had his fingers inside her most
intimate space.

"I bet your husband's at home crying at the
thought of what you're up to," he growled softly in her ear.
"Letting some other guy turn you into his whore."

Zoey shook her head. "He's not the crying
type. And I'm not your whore."

"We'll see about that."

Zoey suddenly felt a jolt of surprise flood
her chest with white-hot pain as a hard, sharp point suddenly
pressed against her cheek, trailed down her face and neck, then
slowly dragged up over the swell of her breast before grazing over
her stomach. She was suddenly afraid - this had never happened
before. Brandon had been cruel with his fists, but she'd never had
a blade pressed menacingly to her flesh before.

How far was he going with this? Was the knife
even sharp? Her mind whirled in horror as it sliced through the
waistband of her panties above her right hip, cutting the fabric as
easy as tissue paper.

Did this man know what he was doing? Brandon
used to hurt her, used to inflict genuine pain - but he'd been an
expert in avoiding permanent marks.

She trembled, but her nervous mouth ran away
with itself, and she heard herself saying: "You need a knife to get
a girl to do what you want?"

"I'm just lazy," he said, slipping the edge
under the thin band of material on her other hip, slicing through
once again so that Zoey's panties flopped down, held only between
her thighs. "And I want you to go home to your hubby without any
panties on."

"Want to really rub it in his face, huh?"

"I'm sure he'd prefer you to rub this in his
face," he said, suddenly seizing her body with one arm while his
other hand squeezed her pussy as though claiming ownership.

She shivered as he started to move his finger
inside her, forcefully, but seeming to take care that all contact
was well lubricated with her moisture. He located her clit, sending
all kinds of pulsating bursts of energy through her body, but as
Zoey gasped from the intensity of the sensation, she suspected that
the strangeness of the situation was partly to blame for her
ridiculous over-sensitivity, along with the slight sense of
uncertainty and fear from his brutal bearing - it wasn't just his
particular skills in touching her.

He twisted her arm behind her back as he
continued to penetrate her with his fingers, the pain shooting
through from this new arm lock, somehow emphasizing the sensations
exploding from between her legs, and to her mild surprise, she
slipped over into a mild climax.

It made her shriek and her legs go weak, so
that he had to hold her up to keep her from falling, most of her
weight supported by his hand gripping her slippery pussy.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, but then he let her
fall, collapse into a heap beneath his feet.

"Get up," he barked, grabbing her hair and
her breast, shocking her by his brutality. But she refused, stayed
on the ground, on her knees, face down, forehead touching the
carpeted floor, just breathing.

"Very well," he said. "You leave me no
choice."

She offered no protest as he hauled one arm
and then the other behind her back - she was still recovering,
sucking in oxygen. Then she felt him binding her wrists together,
and although it was more than a little unnerving considering the
fact that she had no idea what he was doing, or how far he believed
he could go with her during this encounter, it was mildly amusing
to her that he was apparently using the cord from a hotel bath
robe.

"That's good," she heard him say, and wasn't
sure if he was referring to his own handiwork in tying her up, or
her submissive, pliant response.

He grasped hold of her ankles, and pulled her
legs straight out from under her so she slumped down, lying
stretched out, belly-to-floor. Another bathrobe cord, and her
ankles were bound, too. He did it well - she wasn't getting out of
those, but they didn't really hurt her as they squeezed around her
flesh.

"You think you'd meet a guy like me today
when you shaved your pussy this morning?"

"I don't know," she said. "I guess."

"You guess?" He chuckled. "You're not picky,
then. You shave your pussy every time you come to a conference?
Kind of dirty, huh? Your husband must dread it every time you're
away."

"I never did this before."

Suddenly, she felt him grab her hair, pulling
it back by her ponytail, forcing her up, onto her knees. He flicked
the catch on her bra, and was gone in a flash. Didn't use the
knife, then. Harder to cut through a supportive bra strap, and he
was lazy - self-confessed.

He squeezed her bare breasts, pinched her
nipples a little harder than she'd liked, though a few moments in
she started to think she actually liked it that way after all. The
rough treatment seemed to shoot little shocks through her flesh
right down to her pussy, tingling in between her legs.

There was nothing she could do about it with
her hands tied firmly behind her back, anyhow. Might as well get
what pleasure she could from it all.

Then he was unfastening his belt and his fly,
and she felt that little skip of her heart as he pulled out his
impressively large cock. Shock mixed with arousal. Oh, but will
Aiden really forgive this? She was all fear again.

"Here," the stranger said. "You see how hard
you make me?"

With one hand he held her under her jaw as
she knelt there in front of him. With the other, he rubbed his huge
staff over her delicate pale face, trailing the engorged tip over
her soft skin, desecrating the beauty and purity of her pretty
features with his beast, which now seeped clear pre-come.

"You know what to do?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir." Surprised at herself,
at how suddenly so submissive she was after her glimmer of
rebellious thought.

All fight had left her body, and that was
something to do with the emergence of his glorious cock, which was
so thick and hard, so obscenely naked, she just craved it in any
way she could get to it. She would gladly worship it, demean
herself for the chance to touch it, sell her soul for the chance to
play with it and make it erupt.

He seemed perfectly willing to give her what
she wanted. Directing his cock to her mouth, still holding her jaw
while pulling her to him, forcing her to open up and take him
inside her hot mouth.

"Oh that's good. You're a cheating whore,
Zoey. You really think your husband is okay with this?"

His hand moved over her head, to support the
back of her cranium as he penetrated her mouth.

"He wants me to be happy, sir," she answered
when she got a chance.

She didn't get to speak much after that for a
while, as his grip tightened on her head and he was fucking her
face vigorously, adoring the power he had over such a pretty girl,
the way he could defile her cute face with his abusive organ.

He pulled out of her mouth.

"You like to suck strangers' cocks,
Zoey?"

"Yes sir."

She watched him walk around her, and eagerly
complied as he fed his cock to her again from her other side. But
the joy of servicing his magnificent weapon again was
short-lived.