The Art of Submission (33 page)

“Yes, it hasn’t been used in a while…” He
says sounding a hint bashful.

A fresh start for both of us. That’s a
lovely thought. He really has been thinking this through. The image
of him thinking about
us
in
this room is very alluring.

“I like that idea very much, Dylan,” I
tell him and he looks pleased with himself. He looks so absolutely
captivating right now and with the things surrounding me, I want
him.
Now.
Maybe we can play a
little bit. I pick up the wide wrist cuffs and one of the
blindfolds and hold them out to Dylan, hoping he’ll take a hint,
but he just looks at me bewildered. Oh dear, he’s going to make me
ask. Okay, here it goes. “Can you use these on me? Right
now,
please
…” I ask in my
most polite voice.

I see his eyes light up again and my
heart melts.
Yes – take me now Dylan I
want to scream at him
. He’s thinking about something,
but he doesn’t say what. The contract maybe? Whatever it is, it can
wait; I can’t.

He takes the wrist cuffs and blindfold and we
head out of the room. Not in here? Is it because of the way I
reacted earlier?

“
Not in here. Not yet. Let’s go to
Chapel Hill.” He says mischievously.

What does that mean? When we get into his
office, he points to his large leather couch and explains that the
brand of the sofa is Chapel Hill. Oh. I get it now. Very funny,
Dylan. He sits down in the sofa and sits forward, resting his
elbows on his knees.

“Undress for me, sweetheart.”

Holy hotness.
He looks absolutely seductive saying that to me and I feel
myself getting wet at his term of endearment.
Damn it I love it when he calls me that
. I walk
over and dim the lights a bit hoping he won’t mind.

“I know what you’re doing, Isabel. I’ll
let it slide this time, but next time, I want the lights on so I
can see you.
All of
you
.”

Leave it to Dylan to call me out on
that. I walk back over, stand in front of him and start to undress,
slowly – the way he likes it. His blue hot eyes are scanning me up
and down and he shifts uncomfortably on the couch. He must be hard.
Good.
I like him hard and waiting for
me.
When I’ve taken everything off except my bra and
panties, he pulls me over to him and turns me around. His hands are
so greedy and eager. He unbuttons my bra and then I feel a sharp
bite on my bottom. Shit that hurt. The pain is almost unbearable
–
almost
. But then he kisses
it tenderly and I feel my knees start to go weak.
I love his mouth on me
. Then he
pulls my hands behind my back and I feel the wrist cuffs go on.
He’s quick and skilled at doing this, and it’s obvious he’s done
this way more than I care to think about.

Then he stands up behind me and I can
feel his rigidness dig into my lower back. I push back onto him
while he slips the blindfold onto me. This is so erotic. I can’t
see anything now and I can’t even move my hands. Suddenly my other
senses come alive. My hearing becomes acute and I can hear the
sound of my own heartbeat in my ears and my breathing is loud. I
can hear his breathing, too, and it’s quick and shallow. I feel him
close behind me. The floor is cold underneath me and I hear the
sound of the wood floor underneath our feet squeaking with our
shifting movements. Then his hand moves painfully slowly down the
front of me, down my tummy and between my thighs.
Yes. He feels so good
. I can feel
his breath on my neck as he starts kissing me there. I can vaguely
hear an airplane overhead outside and it only momentarily takes me
out of this surreal moment, but then abruptly he turns us around.
He’s still behind me but I assume we’re now facing the couch. He
starts to push and ease me down so I’m kneeling on it. He guides me
slowly by my upper arms. He’s so strong but so gentle at the same
time.

Then he whispers in my ear, “Lay on the back
of the couch, sweetheart. Chest down.”

Yes, whatever he wants.
Yes.
I do what he says so that my
chest is on the back of the couch, my knees on the seating area.
The leather is cool and unforgiving as my skin sticks to it. I rest
my face on the back of Chapel Hill, moving my face to the side and
I feel him move my hair out of my face.
How thoughtful of him.
Then he pushes my knees
apart and they make a loud rubbing sound as they move. All these
sounds are maddening. What’s he doing now? I hear him unbuckle his
belt and then the sound of his pants sliding down his legs. Then
his briefs.
Yes
. I wish I
could see him right now.

“
Isabel, you look so beautiful in the
position.” He whispers.

I can’t think about how vulnerable I
look right now, blindfolded, bound and my ass pointed straight at
him. I just hope he’s enjoying the view. I don’t hear anything for
a moment, just silence. What’s he doing? Then I hear him move
towards me.
Yes. Here it
comes
. Just when I think he’s going to sink his
delicious thickness into me, I feel his warm wet tongue running up
the inside of my thighs.
Holy
excitement.
That feels absolutely mouth-watering. I
feel his tongue run along the seam of my pussy, then up along my
ass.
It feels so naughty and
nice
. His hands move to my cheeks, squeezing as he
continues to tongue my ass. Then his mouth continues its journey up
to my lower back, the whole time gently biting and licking.
Hot damn. What is this man doing to me?
My breathing is so loud and I try to control it, but it’s no
use. His fingers are inside me now. He moves them in and out,
slowly, torturing me with his skilled fingers. Then his tongue
again,
there, just there, yes… on my
ass.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. I try
to move around and contain the orgasmic sensation, but he
immediately reprimands me.

“
Don’t move Isabel or I’ll spank you.
Do you understand?” His voice is harsh but not angry.

Of course. Whatever he says. Whatever
he wants. “Yes, Dylan.”
Yes.

I feel him move and shift his stance
and then he grabs onto my hips.
Yes. Here
it comes.
I feel his hand as he inserts his gorgeously
large cock into me.
Oh damn.
He’s so hard and I’m so exposed in this position. I’m worried
he’ll hurt me, but he doesn’t. He paces himself slowly, letting me
get used to the feeling. He moves one of his hands onto the small
of my back as he moves me forward and back. He feels so delicious
inside me. His fingers move underneath me and start the sweet
torture of rubbing my clit. Oh yes, right there. It feels so
heavenly. How does he know just the right thing to do to me? Why
hasn’t anyone ever done this to me before?
Oh Dylan... yes
.

I hear myself moaning and whining like
a hurt animal. Damn him for making me feel like this. Don’t
stop….
please
. Then he starts
to push harder into me. It’s painful but the fierce sensation is
overpowering … Suddenly he pulls me kneeling upright by the cuffs
and his hands are in my hair, pulling hard. It hurts too, but I
don’t mind. He pulls me so I’m flush against him, my back to his
chest, as he drives into me harder and harder. I can feel his
breath on my neck and he’s saying things that I can’t understand,
as if he’s speaking in tongues. I feel myself start to tighten
around him and I know I’m getting close.
Yes. Take me there, Dylan… take me there again.

Just when I think it’s not possible to take
one more luxurious sensation, I feel his fingers on my clit again.
Oh hell. I can’t take this. The glorious feeling of his length in
me is getting to be too much. Then a sharp bite on my shoulder.
Shit. This time it really hurts, even more so than the nip on my
ass. The pain from my shoulder and the feeling inside me as he hits
my G-spot again and again, and the feeling of my clit being worked
over are too much for me to take. I’m losing all control. I didn’t
know it was possible, and maybe it’s because I’m in complete
darkness, but I swear to everything Holy, I see stars.

“
Dylan… oh… Dylan….” I hear myself
saying, but not nearly as loud as I thought it would come out. He
keeps up the sweet torment and I feel my muscles contract and I
come over and over, my hot cum running down my thigh as I wail
something unintelligible.

Swiftly he stands me up, spins me
around and then pushes me down onto the couch. I’m sitting and he
commands me to open my mouth. I’m still tremulous from my orgasm
but I obey him.
I want this, too.
His voice is needy and he sounds close, too. He fills my
mouth with all of his yummy man candy and I can taste the evidence
of my own orgasm on him.
This is so
naughty.
It’s salty and not entirely unpleasant and I
do my best to not gag as this is new taste is strong and
overwhelming. He fists my hair and guides himself in and out of my
mouth. Suddenly – light. He’s pulled off the blindfold.

“Look at me, Isabel. I want to see your
beautiful eyes.” His voice is needy and breathy.

When I look up at him, he’s absolutely
smoldering. He’s watching me with his lips parted, and panting
loudly.
Yes. He wants me.
Me.
Then his sudden release fills
the back of my throat and I swallow quickly. He stands motionless
for just a moment, moans loudly and then sinks to his knees,
shuddering and trembling.
Yes!

He just stays like that, on his knees,
staring at the floor and his hands on his thighs for several
minutes, catching his breath. I can’t peel my gaze away from him. I
can still feel his cum on my mouth and my own cum all over my
thighs, but since I’m helpless to wipe it away or do anything about
it, I just sit there looking like I’ve wrestled with a box of
glazed donuts.
How embarrassing.
When he looks up at me, he looks at my mouth and the mess
I’ve made all over myself and he gets a fierce look in his
eyes.
I guess he likes the glazed donut
look
. I can’t help but smile a little at the thought
of how ridiculous I must look, even though it’s obvious he’s
enjoying the view. I don’t want to ruin the moment and for once,
I’m able to keep my big mouth shut.

After a few awkward moments of Dylan
just sitting and watching me, he stands up and reaches behind me
and finally removes the cuffs from my wrists. I inspect them
quickly and there’s no evidence of kinkiness on them.
Unlike his poor wrists after the
belt
. Now I can finally wipe my mouth. I can’t bring
myself to look up at him after doing that. It’s not exactly
lady-like, is it?

“So how was that for you?” He asks pulling me
back to reality.

Oh. Well. That was… absolutely… the
most… I can’t even think of the appropriate words to say to him.
Divine? Heavenly? Sinful? All of the above. I just grin at him
stupidly and blush.
Nice, Isa.
Nice.

Dylan

“So it was that good, huh?”

“It was more than just good, Dylan. You were…
well… you were… delicious.”

Fuck
.
Delicious? I like that. No one has ever called me
delicious
before. I proceed to stand
up and get dressed while she cleans herself with some tissues from
my desk. She looks over at me and smiles, seemingly embarrassed.
I’m finished dressing before she is and I take a moment to watch
her. She’s actually quite graceful when she’s not nervous and when
she doesn’t realize she’s being watched. Her hair is a mess and
it’s sexy as hell; as is Isabel.

What the fuck did I ever see in those
overly coiffed tall brunettes anyway? None of them had one ounce of
the artistic talent that Isabel has and none of them ever took
charge with me the way Isabel does.
The way she
did
. The way she will do
again?
Shit
. She was
perfectly submissive just a moment ago, but is that going to be
enough for her? Is it going to be enough for me?

“Dylan, I should get going home.”

She interrupts my thoughts and I’m grateful
for the intrusion since I didn’t like where they were headed. Wait,
why does she want to leave so soon? This is how she was after we
had sex in the office. Well, the other office, that is.

“Why so soon? You can stay if you’d like.” I
hope I didn’t sound too desperate.

“Oh. Thank you. But… I… I don’t want to
overstay my welcome. If you could just call me a cab that would be
stellar.”

Overstay her welcome? And a
fucking cab? Is she serious?
She’s out of her fucking
head if she thinks I’m making her take a cab home. What kind of an
asshole does she think I am?

Isabel looks shocked at my outburst. “I don’t
think you’re an asshole at all. I didn’t mean that… I just don’t
want to intrude on your personal time.”

“Enough. Seriously. You’re staying and I’m
not taking no for an answer. Anyway, we need to discuss the
contract and now is a perfect time to do it.” Ah hell, I can tell
by the look on her face, she’s not interested in doing that.