The Art of Submission (36 page)

I don’t have much time to think too deeply
about the contract, when I start seeing familiar stores and
streets, though I’m not sure exactly where he plans on taking me. I
know there’s a lovely little second hand store down this way. I
hope that’s where he takes me. We don’t drive much farther before
we arrive at a place called Larimer Square. I’ve heard of this
location, but I’ve never actually been down in this area. To my
dismay, it looks to be like very high-end shopping.

We stop directly in front of a very nice
looking store. This is definitely high-end. Dylan gets out of the
car and walks around to open the door for me. I really don’t think
I’ll ever get used to that. I thank him and he rolls his eyes at
me. I guess maybe I’m over doing it with the thank you’s.

Oh hell
. He
does want to take me into this store. How do I tell him I can’t
afford this store? “Dylan, this store is… its lovely. I’m sure
there are a lot of very nice things in there, but…it’s a bit out of
my price range.” I’m so embarrassed. I feel myself start to fidget
and he takes my hand. Maybe there’s a store down the street that’s
more in my price range. I try to turn away from the store and lead
him in another direction, but he tugs my hand and stops
me.

“
Isabel, no. This store is just fine.
I’m sure we can find you something more suitable than what you’re
used to wearing in here. And just for future reference, I don’t
expect you to buy your own clothes when you’re with me. Or buy
anything for that matter.”

What? He’s got to be kidding. More
suitable than what? He doesn’t expect me to buy my own clothes
or
anything
?

“
Dylan, I don’t expect you to buy me
anything…” I try saying, but he immediately starts dragging me
towards the store.
Oh no
,
this is not going to happen. He is
not
buying me clothes.

I start to really protest and get loud,
and before I know it, we’re standing inside the store with a group
of people gawking at me. I feel myself blush with embarrassment and
I try to pull my hand away, but Dylan won’t let go.
Damn it
. He leads me over to an area
where there are dresses and then immediately waves someone over to
help us. Oh this is ridiculous. I feel like a complete jerk and I
can’t even say anything because I don’t want to make a
scene.

As if that’s not enough, he starts
telling the women helping us that he wants an entire wardrobe for
me. What the hell? This man is impossible. All the extras? What
does that mean?
Holy madness
.
I feel myself heating from frustration and there’s not a damn thing
I can do about it. The poor woman working there just looks at me
confused by the obvious anger seething from my every pore. Dylan
just shrugs to her.
Sure, just shrug it
off you creep.

“What size are you, dear?” The attendant asks
me.

I refuse to answer her. If she doesn’t know
my size, then she can’t accommodate me. Take that Dylan.

I look up at him, reveling in my rebellious
silence only to hear him say, “She’s a size 5 in clothing, 24”
waist. 6 in a shoe. 34 DD in a bra.”

This man is impossible. Seriously. Insanely.
Impossible. How could he possibly know my every size? What the hell
is going on here? What alternate universe have I entered?

He must know I’m about ready to go ballistic
because he leans down and whispers, “Don’t make a scene in here
unless you want me to take it out on your ass later. Do you
understand?”

No he did not
.
Does he really think threatening to spank me will make me
less angry
? I thought he was
supposed to be some kind of genius, but right now he’s acting like
a complete dumbass.
Oh, I understand
alright.
I understand that later tonight I’m going to
whoop his ass. I squeeze his hand as hard as I can, trying to
convey my intense irritation with him.

Then in my sweetest most submissively
sarcastic voice ever, I tell him, “Yes, Dylan.”

Yes.
He gets
it. He knows I’m pissed. He leads me back to a chair and sits me
down.

He leans down and says, “Stay here and don’t
be angry with me. I want to do this for you. What was that you said
about everyone deserving kindness?”

Oh brother. Well I suppose I can’t argue with
that, but what was it he said? Oh yes, I remember. I don’t deserve
his kindness, especially with the things that I want to do to him
right now.

“What exactly
do
you want to do to me, Isabel?” He asks with
an eyebrow raised.

Well, other than kicking his ass, I
haven’t thought that far in advance. Damn him. Fine. I’ll wait
here. At least he’s not dragging me around by my hand like a puppy
on a leash. Speaking of a leash, I’m reminded of the collar in the
kinky room. I so badly want to see that on Dylan. I’m not even sure
how to approach that subject with him, though. He is a Dom after
all and not a submissive. Even though he did let me tie him up, but
that may have just been a fluke. Maybe he was just enticing me,
letting me have my way to lure me in and sign the contract. It
worked. I definitely want more. I wonder what he has planned for
tonight.
Stop it, Isa.
I’m
still pissed.

I look over to where Dylan is and he’s
fervently talking to the store attendant, making hand gestures and
pointing at different things. Then I see him walk towards the
lingerie section. Oh? Okay. He plans on buying that, too? That part
I don’t mind so much, especially if he picks it out himself. I just
hope they don’t sell anything in pleather or latex here. This is
absurd. Does he really plan on buying me clothes? I don’t mind one
or two things, but a whole mother freakin’ wardrobe?

It must be 45 minutes gone by when I
finally see him approach the register. Now’s my opportunity to put
a stop to this once and for all. I try to walk towards him but he
nods his head in disapproval and starts to dig into his
wallet.
Oh to hell with this.
I head out to the car and I feel myself once again becoming
heated. I really need to calm down.
Stay
calm. Stay calm.

I’m standing next to the car when Dylan comes
out, his arms overflowing with bags and boxes of every stupid size
possible. Good lord. Really? How completely over the top is this
man? I’m putting my foot down, right now.

“
I just hope you know I’m not accepting
any of this. This is ridiculous. You’ve known me for five minutes,
Dylan, and this is completely unacceptable.” I say defiantly. Wow.
That felt good.
Really good
.
He can buy it, but it doesn’t mean I have to wear it. And he can’t
make me. So take that Dylan Young.

I climb into the car as Dylan loads all of
the packages into the trunk and backseat. I’m feeling good about my
little rant. That is, until Dylan climbs in and really lets me have
it.

“You want to talk to me about
unacceptable? Okay. What’s unacceptable Isabel, is that a beautiful
woman like yourself dresses the way you do. What’s unacceptable is
you’re acting like a petulant child when most people would just say
thank you. What’s unacceptable is that you’ll accept my cock in
practically every part of your body, my tongue in your ass and
swallow my semen, but you won’t accept clothing from me. And the
most unacceptable thing, Isabel, is that we’re sitting here
discussing this when all I want to do is get you home and fuck you.
You
will
accept this
clothing, you
will
wear it,
and you
will
look fucking
amazing in it. Now this conversation is over.
OVER.
Do understand me?” He says in a
disciplinarian tone.

Holy ass reaming.
I can’t even respond. What does he mean the way I dress?
What’s wrong with the way I dress? Just because it’s not like his
perfectly primped brunettes… and who the hell is the one acting
like a child here anyway? I feel myself flush at the mention of his
putting his cock in me. Seriously. Did he really have to bring up
the tongue in the ass and swallowing his semen?
Semen
? Who calls it that anyway? He does like to
embarrass me, doesn’t he?
I will accept
this clothing and like it
. He has some nerve. But damn
him, he’s absolutely right. I hate it when a man is right. What the
hell is wrong with me? We’re both incredibly pissed off right now
and all I can think about is letting him take me home and fuck me
in every imaginable way.
I have serious
issues
.

Yes. Fine. Okay.
Fuck me please.

Dylan

The drive was quick and in silence,
giving me the opportunity to plan out my attack on Isabel.
Oh yes
. I can’t wait to sink my
teeth into her plump ass. I park and leave the packages in the car;
they can wait; I can’t. I open the door for Isabel, and pull her
out by the hand and lead her to the elevator. I can sense her
eagerness. Once on the elevator, it takes every last ounce of me
not to fuck her brains out right there.
Keep it together, Young
.

When we get to the
12
^th
, I pull Isabel off the
elevator and this time, there’s no fumbling with my keys. I’m a man
on a mission. I push the door open and as soon as we step inside, I
kick the door closed, pull Isabel to me and lay the biggest wettest
kiss on her perfectly pouty mouth. My hands are in her hair,
pulling her head back so I have better access to her mouth. I start
pushing her backwards towards my bedroom, never taking my mouth off
of her except when I’m removing her clothes. She’s pulling my
clothes off as we step our way to my room. First my jacket, then my
shirt, and then her shirt.

When we finally get to my room, we kick
off our shoes, and she quickly undresses herself, and then removes
my pants and briefs.
Little Isabel is so
eager.
The fuck-me-eyes she’s giving me have a direct
line to my cock.
Fuck yes.
I’m rock hard and she immediately kneels in front of me and
pokes her pink tongue out to start licking, but I step back, just
out of her reach. She looks up at me confused. I’m going to start
submissive 101 lessons right now.

“Put your hands in your lap, sit back and put
your head down, Isabel. Don’t look at me or speak unless I tell you
to, do you understand?” I tell her sternly.

She pauses and I think maybe she won’t do as
she’s told, but she does. I decide now is a perfect time to go and
get some things out of the dungeon. “Don’t move. I’ll be right
back.”

I make quick time getting to the
dungeon, find what I’m looking for and head back to the bedroom.
Isabel is still in the submissive pose and I pause, drinking her
in.
Fuck. She looks just like she does in
her painting.
I take another mental snapshot of her. I
lay the items on the bed and then move directly in front of her. I
reach down and caress her hair.

“Look at me now, sweetheart.”

Her head sweeps up in the most graceful way
and her stunning eyes look right through me.

“Do you want me?” I ask her.

“Yes.” She replies softly, licking her
lips.

“Yes, what, Isabel. I want to hear you say
it.”

“Yes, I want you Dylan. Now.
Please.”
She says without
hesitation.

Fuck yes.
I
reach down, grab her hands and help her to her feet. I lead her to
the bed and direct her to lie down. I see her eye the items I’ve
laid out, but I redirect her gaze onto me.

“Lay down on your back, sweetheart, hands
above your head.”

She’s being absolutely perfect and doesn’t
once waver to my commands. After the way she misbehaved, I have a
little impact play planned out for her. This will be a nice intro
until we can get that damned contract signed and get the room
ready. I take some cotton rope and tie each of her wrists to my
four-poster bed, leaving a little slack so it doesn’t hurt her.
Then I grab the G-spot link and hold it up in front of her.

“See this? This is called a G-spot link. It
makes hitting your G-spot easier, okay?”

Her eyes are wide and animated as she
inspects it. I place the Velcro straps around each of her ankles
and then attach the straps together with the plastic buckle. I
cinch up the adjustable strap so that her ankles are close
together. Then I use the strap to guide her knees to chest, and
bring her ass front and center to me.
Holy
fuck she looks amazing like this.
Holding her legs in
place, I lean down and start licking her, but she’s already wet, so
I lap up every bit of her pussy juice. Damn she tastes fine;
like a Georgia Peach
. Then I sink my
teeth into her round ass. She lets out a small scream.
Yes. Scream for me,
Isabel
.

Keeping her knees flush against her
chest, I insert two fingers in her and start rubbing and circling
around, hunting for her sweet spot.
Yes.
There it is.
Its rigid surface swells to my touch and
she lets out a long sigh that ends in a moan. I tug and pull at it,
keeping her legs immobile. She tries shifting her ass around,
pulling at her wrist restraints and moving her legs, but I have
total control of her;
just the way I like
it
. Then I rock her hips to the side, guiding her by
the strap. I remove my fingers and slowly sink myself into her.
She’s so tight and wet and the feeling of her pulsating pussy walls
is staggering.
Concentrate,
Young
. I leisurely ease myself in and out of her,
tormenting her with my deliberate slow pace. Her moaning and
breathing becomes louder and I can feel her muscles start to
tighten. Just when she’s about to cum, I pull out and let her
breathing calm.