The Art of Submission (37 page)

“No. Don’t stop, Dylan.” She begs.

I’m not going to allow her to cum yet.
I want to hear her beg. I want to frustrate her the way she
frustrates me by being so fucking defiant. I adjust the strap to
widen her legs and tilt her pelvis upward so she’s completely
exposed to me and I can see her face.
Damn
I love how flexible and limber she is.
As she’s
watching me attentively with her wildfire eyes, I reach across the
bed and grab the double sided paddle.
It’s
time to see her ass pink up.
I hold it up in front of
her and for a moment she looks apprehensive. I rub the fur side
along her cheeks gently and flick the paddle lightly. Her eyes
close and I see the apprehension melt away.
She likes it.
I flick the paddle a little harder
and she jumps. Her eyes open and she takes in a big gasp of air,
but she doesn’t object. I move to the other cheek and flick even
harder, the slapping sound reverberating off my bedroom walls. She
moans, closes her eyes again and tugs on her wrist restraints. I
rub the fur gently up and down her ass again, waiting for her to
catch her breath, letting her take in all of the different
sensations. Now it’s time to teach her a lesson.

“Do you know why I’m doing this, Isabel?”

She opens her eyes and licks her lips, but
she doesn’t answer.

“Because of your defiance to my wanting to
spend money on you. I’ll spend my money on you whenever and however
I fucking want, do you understand?”

“Yes.” She answers faintly.

“And you won’t do that again, will you?” I
say as I flip the paddle over to the leather side, and smack it on
her ass, hard.

She jerks and tugs at her restraints again,
and softly moans out her answer, “No.”

“No what, Isabel?” I say and again I flick
her other cheek hard.

“No, Dylan. I won’t do that again.” She
stutters out in a breathy voice.

Her ass –
yes
– her sweet bottom is the most glorious
color of bright pink. I put the paddle down and insert two fingers
into her again and immediately find her already engorged and tender
G-spot. Sweet Almighty – she’s so very wet that my fingers just
glide in and out of her like silk. I start tugging at it hard as I
rock her hips. My thumb finds her clit and starts firmly stroking
it. Her lips part and she’s breathing in quick shallow breaths. She
starts to quiver and shift around.
Yes.
She’s close
. When her breathing starts to stutter and
her muscles tighten, I pull my fingers out.

“No, Dylan, no.
Please, please don’t’ stop.
” She whines with her
eyes tightly closed.

“Are you frustrated, Isabel?” I ask.

She opens her eyes and narrows them at
me. She opens her mouth as if to say something, but she stops
herself.
Yes. She’s frustrated.

“I get it, Dylan.
Please… fuck me now
.”

How can I resist her when she says it
like that? And those fuck-me-eyes… yes,
I
will fuck you, sweetheart
, but I can’t resist teasing
her one last time. “Do you think you deserve this cock after the
way you misbehaved?”

“No, but give it to me anyway,” she says
closing her eyes and biting her lip.

Good answer, and yes, I
will
. I unbuckle the strap between her ankles, put her
feet behind me and rebuckle it so her legs are now around my waist.
I plunge into her again, the intense heat from her pussy like sweet
torture and I lean down to face her, my arms at either side of her
head and start thrusting, hard and quick.

“Dylan, please… not so hard.” She says with
her eyes closed tightly, breathless and whimpering.

Fucking hell
.
I didn’t mean to hurt her. If she knew about safe words, that
would’ve been a yellow. “Sorry sweetheart, you just feel so fucking
good.”

I slow it down a bit and try to not go
so deep. I forget how fragile and little she is.
But she just feels so incredible.
As
she gets used to the feeling, she starts to move her hips and push
them forward, meeting my thrusts.
Fuck
yes.
I can feel her breath on my neck when she
suddenly lifts her head and bites my neck sharply.
Fucking hell.
The searing sensation
of pain on my neck and the feeling of her tight pussy clenching
around are more than my stamina can handle and without warning I
start to cum. As fast as I can, I get up on my knees, pull out of
her and shoot my load all over her belly and her tits. I sit with
my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath and slow my
pulse.

When I open my eyes, I’m staring at
another piece of stunning artwork; Isabel covered in my cum and her
own jizz running down the seam of her impeccably groomed
pussy.
She looks fucking
magnificent
. I take yet another mental snapshot,
adding the image to my filthy mental album.

I unbuckle the strap behind me, pull Isabel’s
legs back around front and undo the Velcro straps from her ankles.
When I untie each of her wrists, they’re chafed, and the rope burns
around them look spectacular on her fair skin. She sits up and rubs
them, and then holds them out to me. What does she want?

“Aren’t you going to kiss them and make them
better?” She asks with warm eyes and in complete seriousness.

How can I deny her? I kneel in front of her,
reach over, holding her wrists in my hands and I kiss them gently.
When I look up at her, her eyes are luminous and wanting. She puts
her hands in my hair, pulls me to her and kisses me sweetly.

“Can I use your shower?” She asks as she
looks at the front of her body and at the mess I’ve left for
her.

“Of course. You know where the restroom is.
I’ll join you in a few minutes, okay?”

As she gets up, I can’t resist smacking her
perfect ass one last time as she hops off the bed. She jumps, rubs
her cheek and then narrows her eyes at me. I laugh out loud as she
stalks into the bathroom.

I get up, grab some sweats and a t-shirt and
head out to the elevator in my bare feet. I want to go get the
packages out of the car and set something out for her to wear to
bed. I picked out a sexy little number and I can’t wait to see her
in it.

I come stumbling back into the apartment,
dropping a few boxes on the way in and looking like a complete
pussy-whipped bellboy. Seriously, what the fuck? This is bullshit.
My alter ego is irritated at me for even going this far with this
woman. I ignore him and pick up the boxes and lay them out in the
bedroom.

Where the hell is she going to put all this?
Okay, so maybe I did go a bit overboard. I know she doesn’t have
the room in her apartment for all of this. She might, if she gets
rid of all the rest of those horrible clothes. I could always put
it in Erika’s old room. Shit no. I don’t even want to step foot in
that room. I’ll just find a spot for it in here for now. Hopefully
she’ll sign the contract soon and she’ll be spending more time here
anyway. I hang the dresses and slacks in my closet and put the
shoes in there as well. I clear a drawer and put her lingerie in
there.

I find what I was looking for and lay
out a hot little white lace top with matching panties.
Yes. She’ll look completely fuckable in
this
. I kick off my sweats and shirt and jump in the
shower with her. Damn she looks good soaking wet. I surprise her by
pulling her close to me.

“Can I join you?” I ask, but not really
caring what her answer is.

“Yes, please do.” She says politely.

Isabel then proceeds to wash me down,
lathering me up with soap and using the sponge on my back and
front.
Fuck that feels so
good
. Then her hands move down to my dick.
That feels even better
. She starts
slowly stroking me, my cock getting harder with every motion. She
immediately kneels in front of me and takes me into her mouth and
then the back of her throat.
Fuck
yes
. She looks up at me and smiles and then proceeds
to suck me off with her insane oral skills.
I could get used to this
.

Once we’ve finished in the shower, I dry
myself off and then help her dry off, too. When she walks back into
the bedroom she sees the set I laid out for her and smiles.

“Do you like it?” I ask, hoping she says
yes.

“I love it. It’s so pretty and girly.” She
says as she touches it and holds it up to inspect it.

“As are you, sweetheart.” I say to her, but
her smile turns to doubt. Why doesn’t she believe me when I say
that?

“Don’t do that, Isabel. You
are
beautiful. Now get
dressed.”

I sit in front her and watch as she
puts on the lacey set.
Hot damn she looks
astounding. Nice choice, Young.
I tell her that the
rest of her clothes are in my closet and point out her designated
drawer. She cocks her head to one side and furrows her eyebrows a
bit. What’s that about? Maybe I’m moving a little too fast for her.
I remind her that it’s only temporary.

“Oh.
Of
course
.” She says rolling her eyes at me.

Shit. That didn’t come out the way I meant
it.

It’s nearing 10 p.m. and we should get
to sleep, so I get the bed ready. I crawl under the comforter and
lift it for her to crawl in next to me. When was the last time a
woman slept in my bed anyway? Not since,
Erika.
Fuck. Why do I keep thinking about that
evil bitch? All of the bad memories of how she betrayed my trust
and tried to fuck me over come flooding back.

“Dylan, are you sure about this? It’s not too
late to take me home, you know.”

Fucking telepathic woman. I almost
agree and take her home, but she looks so damned beautiful.
No. I want her to stay
. I want to
feel her next to me tonight. I tell her not to be ridiculous and
she climbs into bed. She snuggles up right next to me, but I’m
feeling a bit put off with my memories of Erika still lingering. I
stay on my back and eventually drift off to sleep.

Isabel kneeling in front of me, ‘Fuck me,
Dylan. Fuck me now.’ Amber-gold eyes looking right through me… ‘I
want you Dylan. Only you.’ The feeling of her hot wet mouth around
me. Her velvet tongue circling my cock…

I wake up to the most mind-blowing
feeling.
It’s not a dream at
all
; Isabel is hovering over me with my dick in her
mouth. It’s dark and I can see the glint of moonlight shining in
her hair as her head moves up and down on me. The sound of her
mouth, the warm wet sucking, her hand cupping my balls.
This is better than a dream
. I rise
up on my elbows to get a better look at her and she realizes I’m
awake. She looks up at me, wipes her mouth and then sits up on her
knees to straddle me. She moves her panties to the side and slowly
lowers herself onto me.

She starts moving up and down the
entire length of me, rhythmically swaying and twirling her hips in
that miraculous way she did in my office
.
I grab onto her hips and pull her down hard
onto me and she throws her head back and moans. She runs her hands
through her hair, over her mouth, down her breasts and down to her
panties. She slips a hand inside and starts rubbing herself.
Holy fuck she looks seductive and mesmerizing in
the moonlight like this.
I can’t focus. I can’t think
straight.
What the fuck is she doing to
me?
I sit up and grab her head and kiss her as she
continues to move up and down on me. Her lips part slightly and I
push my tongue in, running it along the roof of her mouth. She
pulls back and gently licks my bottom lip and then bites down
hard.
Holy fuck
- it hurts
like hell and I can taste my own blood. Isabel looks me in the
eyes, licks my bottom lip, and then sucks it. What the fuck?
Who is this woman?
She looks like
Isabel, but the way her eyes are shining mischievously in the
moonlight and the way she’s touching herself,
this is no angel
.

“You taste so good, Dylan, just like
Christmas morning.” She whispers as her hands move to my head and
hold it steady, watching my mouth obsessively. Christmas morning?
Yes. I like the sounds of that. My cock starts to throb and my
balls ache in that fantastic way just before I cum. I grab onto her
waist and pull her body close to me, hugging her. She starts moving
faster, panting loudly and groaning.
I’m
going to cum and she’s close, too.
Knowing what she
wants, I kiss her again, letting her taste me and I feel her
succulent pussy clench and spasm around me as she throws her head
back. She’s holding onto my shoulders with a death grip and she
screams my name. That’s all I need to hear and I cum, too.
Fuck yes… yes…
I pull her down onto
me one last forceful time and I release into her, the intense
feeling slowly subsiding.

She rolls off me and onto her side and
within a few seconds she’s asleep. I fall backwards into bed,
completely winded. What the fuck just happened? I touch my lip and
it’s tender and swollen.
Just like my
heart
.