The Art of Submission (27 page)

I look up and see Isabel watching me
warily and when our eyes meet, she takes a step back. I reach over
towards her and she flinches and almost bolts.
Jesus
. Why is she so fearful? Was it because I
spanked her? She looks like a frightened child and I feel a pang of
something unfamiliar.

“Isabel, I’m not going to hurt you.” I gently
grab her wrist and pull her to sit on my lap. She won’t make eye
contact with me and I grab her chin and turn her face towards
me.

“Please don’t be angry with me, Dylan.” She
says as her eyes gloss over.

“Why would I be angry with you? That
was fucking amazing.
You
were
amazing.”

She looks dubious, but relieved.

“Are
you
angry with
me
?” I ask because, for some strange reason, I
care. I don’t want her to be angry with me. I like her…
really
like her, despite having only
met her and the frustration she causes me.

“I was, but I’m not anymore. Dylan… I… I’m so
conflicted…” She says with a pained expression on her face.

“You and me both, sweetheart.” I know exactly
how she feels.

Then I remember her reason for not letting me
use my hands. “So you didn’t like my proposed contract?”

She looks startled at my question and then
rolls her eyes at me exaggeratingly at me and asks me in a hushed
voice, “Seriously Dylan, most of that thing is absurd. What were
you thinking?”

Her response is so completely genuine
that I burst into laughter. “A man can hope and dream,
Isabel.”
Wait
… she said
‘most’ of it is absurd, which means she’s considering some of it,
so there is hope after all.

With that, she bursts into laughter, too, and
we both just sit there in the middle of the office, totally naked
and exposed, laughing like lunatics.

**********************

Isabel

Dylan is hugging me so tightly that I can
barely breathe. We just stand there for what feels like a lifetime.
I don’t want to move. After the spanking I just received and the
punishment I inflicted on him, I’m afraid to move for fear of what
will happen next. I can still feel his erection in between us on my
belly. I’m so confused. I was turned on and angry about the
spanking, and he was obviously turned on by his punishment as well.
What’s going on?

I don’t have long to try and decipher
my emotions before he grabs my face and kisses me. It’s so
unexpected and takes me by complete surprise. He kisses me on my
mouth, then runs his mouth along my cheek, my jaw and then over to
my ear.
His mouth feels so good on
me.
I don’t want him to stop…

“I want you
now
, Isabel.”

Yes, I want him, too.

“Tell me you want me, too.
Tell me
.”

He sounds so desperate and needy. How
can that be? He’s holding my face, looking into my eyes, seeing
right into me. Surely he knows I want him. With the sound of his
voice and the look on his face, I can’t deny him.
Yes, Dylan, take me.

“
Say it, Isabel. I need to hear you say
it.”

Damn him.
Why
must he be so stubborn
? Fine, I’ll say it. You know I
want you. Take me.
Take me.
For the love of Pete, does he want me to draw him a
picture?
No, he’d rather I painted him
one, wouldn’t he?
I feel myself clawing at him,
willing him to take me.

“
Then have it your way.” He says with
his arctic eyes turning a deep blue.
Yes,
I know this look.

His strong hands are quick and skilled
at pulling my shirt off and he kisses my stomach on his way down to
pull my pants off. He bites and kisses my thighs, and I feel his
mouth near Ms. Kitty as he pulls me to him by my hips. He looks
hypnotic and I run my fingers through his hair. It’s so
soft.
I want him.
He slips
two fingers into my panties and into me…
no
. Not after what he did to me. I pull him by
his jacket to stand up in front of me.

When he stands up I clumsily work at
getting his tie off and I’m all thumbs as usual. He gets impatient
with me and starts to take it off himself, and I’m grateful for the
help. I push his jacket off and then awkwardly tear at his shirt.
As if that’s not enough, he’s also wearing an undershirt.
Damn him.
I just want him to be
unclothed and inside me. I can’t take this torture anymore. I move
towards his pants and I’m actually able to get them off without
looking completely graceless.
His belt…
yes
. What shall I do with that? A wicked plan hatches
in my feeble sexually inexperienced mind. I’ll save that for a bit
later.

Finally, I free him and he’s big and
hard, and he’s staring down at me in the most seductive way. I grip
him firm and start moving my hands up and down, slowly. He lets out
a moan and I feel his hands in my hair.
No, no. I’ll have none of that either.
He
doesn’t deserve to use his hands after what he did to
me
.

I stand up and push him back towards the
chair where he just punished me, and push him down into it. Now
it’s his turn to learn a lesson. I take a few steps backwards,
keeping my eyes on Dylan, just in case he has other plans, but he
just sits staring at me, mesmerized. I bend down and pick up the
belt and I see Dylan’s eyes widen.

“Isabel,
don’t
….”

He looks and sounds –
afraid
, but he doesn’t move. How is
it that this man who has punished countless women and is a
self-proclaimed Dom, is afraid of
anything
? I don’t want to scare him. That’s not
my intention. I try to reassure him that I’m not going to hurt him
by shushing him. He sits static in the chair and his erection is
standing straight up, teasing and beckoning me.

I walk behind him and quickly grab his
hands and pull them behind his back, trying to move quickly before
he has a chance to react. I’m not quite sure how this works, but I
manage to loop the belt around his wrists several times and buckle
it the best I can. I give it a swift yank to make sure it will
hold. He gasps a little when I pull it and I suddenly feel
something I’ve never felt before - invigorated and
in control
. I like this
feeling.
I like it very
much
.

As he sits there, hands bound and vulnerable,
I take the opportunity to lean down and bite his neck. In my
excitement, I bite it harder than I intended and then do my best to
make up for it by licking him and nipping at his neck and ear. I
can smell him… yes… the smell of Dylan. I can tell by his breathing
that he’s enjoying himself just as much as I am. He’s being such a
good boy right now.

I love this
. I
wish he were this unyielding all the time. Well – not
all
the time, I suppose. Just when
I’m feeling like this. It’s like an out-of-body-experience. I’m
watching as someone else takes over my body. Someone who looks like
me, but has the confidence and sexuality that I’ve always wanted to
have.

Now I’ll tell him why he doesn’t get to use
his hands. “You don’t get to use your hands, Dylan. Do you want to
know why?”

“Yes, tell me.” He says in a soft voice, his
eyes watching my mouth.

That’s not good enough. I want to hear
him say it; I want to hear him beg to know. “Tell me,
what
?”

He looks hesitant but needy. I can see his
internal struggle playing out in his eyes. Finally, he gives me
what I want.

“
Tell me,
please
.”

I know I’m grinning like a complete
jerk, but he’s just so absolutely stunning right now, naked, bound
and begging me. Because he’s being such an absolute dream right
now, I tell him that the reason is because of that absurd contract
and because it’s not okay to spank me without asking me first. If
there’s to be any hope of anything between us, he has to understand
that. I ask him and my voice sounds otherworldly and sexy.
Did I really just sound like that?
I
like my new alter ego Isabel.

“Yes. I understand.” He says and I can hear
the eagerness in his voice.

Now that I have him right where I want
him, now what? This is where my inexperience comes to bite me on my
ass, no pun intended. I’ll just have to ask him, I guess. I’ll do
anything he wants…
anything
.

“
Why are you asking me?” He says,
looking both amused and confused by my question.

I tell him because it’s polite to ask, hoping
he’ll take the hint. Also, because I’ve never done this before,
unlike himself who’s seasoned at this sort of thing. I’m hoping
he’ll enlighten me without making me feel completely ignorant.

“
You’ll do
anything
I want?” He raises an eyebrow at me and
smiles cunningly at me.

He’s such a tease. “Yes, Dylan.
Of course
. Tell me.” Tell me now
damn it.

“
I want your mouth.”

Holy mind warp.
This man is in my head. Before I have a chance to filter
myself, I tell him that he told me that in a dream and he looks
confounded. Why does he find it so hard to believe that I’ve dreamt
about him? I’ve already told him that he inspires me. I can’t think
about this anymore, I want him –
now.

I kneel down and get to work. I have
him in my hands and then take him into my mouth.
Yes
… I like doing this for
him.
I like doing this for me.
I’m starting to really get into it, pushing him to the back
of my throat, when all at once he tells me to stop and stand
up.
What next?

“Now take off your bra and
panties
. I want to see
you
.”

Oh that.
I
said I’d do anything, so I can’t deny him. I slowly take them off,
hoping to prolong the inevitable – me standing completely exposed
in front of him. Will I ever be comfortable with my own body? This
man obviously wants me as evidenced by his huge erection, and I
still can’t even enjoy the moment because of my own issues. Where
did the new more self-confident Isabel go? I want her
back.

“
You look amazing, sweetheart. Now get
over here and kneel on me.”

Me, amazing? I hope he’s not just being
polite – oh wait… he said he doesn’t do that. His words make me
feel a little better and I can feel the new Isa coming out of
hiding.
Kneel on him, huh?
I
like that idea. I walk towards the chair and immediately get up
onto his lap, with my knees on either side of his legs. My tummy is
resting on his chest, and I can feel his heartbeat in my belly.
It’s intoxicating. I pull his head into my breasts and he responds
by kissing and biting them.
The feeling is
delicious.
Then he bites my nipples and tugs at them
with his teeth. His wet mouth on me feels
wonderful
. I pull his hair, tilting his head
back and kiss him madly. His tongue is possessive and takes control
of my mouth. I taste his blood; it’s sweet and salty and exciting,
but I feel a twinge of guilt because I know I’m the reason for
this. I pull away from him to inspect my handiwork and low and
behold, his bottom lip is swollen and ever so slightly bloody. I
want to kiss it and make it better, so I do. I kiss it twice and
then run my tongue along it. Dylan’s mouth twitches in
response.
I want him in me
now
. I sit up and reach back to maneuver myself onto
him but he stops me.
No
…
Why?

“
Isabel, wait. We need a
condom…”

Oh that. Yes well… He sounds anxious and I’m
embarrassed to mention the fact or the reason why I’m on birth
control, for fear of what he’ll think, “I’m on birth control,
Dylan.”

I just leave it at that and he responds
with a small smile and he thrusts his hips up to meet me.
Thank you.
I slowly lower myself
onto him, waiting for the sweet pleasure of his length in me. It’s
just like I’d imagined; no
– its
better
, and the roaring sensation ignited within me is
staggering.
Oh my God
. It’s
almost painful, but not quite; it’s more pleasure than pain. I’m so
wet and he just glides into me. I wrap my arms around his neck and
lean onto him, trying to contain the sensation. I can feel his
breath on me, ragged and heavy. He feels so amazing inside me. I’m
taking it slow trying to get used to the feeling of his fullness.
Then I push down onto him hard.
Yes… the
feeling
… I do it again and again, up and down,
hard.
Holy wetness
– it feels
divine. Dylan is breathing hard and making guttural sounds as am
I.

I want to try something different, so I
stand up and turn around so I’m facing away from him. I’m in
between his legs and in a sitting position and lower myself onto
him again. I place my hands on his thighs to help steady myself as
I come down onto him.
Holy
erection.
He’s so hard right now. I can hear myself
panting like an animal and I don’t give a damn. In this position,
my newly found G-spot is singing in chorus.
Oh yes – sing it girlfriend.