The Art of Submission (46 page)

I call Raul, who caught a flight up
yesterday, and we immediately head to the airport. He’ll fly with
me to Denver, drive me to the studio, and then back to the airport
where we can both catch the flight back to Dallas. I’ll also make a
little pit stop to see Isa before I head back.

Carson was prompt at getting the jet ready
and we make excellent time getting back to Denver.

When I pull up outside of Studio 210, I
feel my anger rising and my alter ego is waiting in the wings. I’ll
let him out when the time comes. I ask Raul to wait for me and I
head inside. I look around the main reception area and back towards
the desks and I don’t see Isa.
Good
girl.
Then I immediately recognize the same brunette
from before. Once again, she’s batting her eyelashes and
heavily-shadowed eyes at me. She approaches me straight
away.

“Can I help you Mr. Young?” She asks, placing
her hand on my bicep.

I step back making it clear that her touch is
not welcome. “I need to see Greer.” I tell her brusquely.

“Well, he’s busy at the moment. Can I show
some of our newly acquired pieces?” She asks as she flips her hair
to the side.

Hell no.
Not
unless they’re pieces painted by Isa. “I’m not asking.” I state
bluntly. My response and demeanor take her completely by surprise
and she starts to shuffle nervously.

“I see. Yes, well, follow me then.” She
says.

She walks me back towards Greer’s office and
knocks on the door and then opens it when he says, “enter.” Greer
takes one look at me and gets his predictable look of shock on his
face. The brunette stands briefly staring at the both of us and I
promptly dismiss her with my look.

I step inside Greer’s office and shut the
door behind me.

“Please have a seat, Mr. Young” Greer says
anxiously.

I don’t respond to his offer of having
a seat
. I’ll stand, thank you very much,
you piece of shit.
I stand glaring at him and giving
him a cold stare of utter hatred. He must sense the reason I’m
standing in his office as he starts to uneasily shift in his seat
and fiddle with papers on his desk.
Good.
Now that he’s thoroughly uncomfortable,
I’ll tell him the reason for my visit. I concentrate on keeping my
voice steady, narrow my eyes and let my alter ego do the
talking.

“So what’s this about Isa’s pussy belonging
to you and not being done with it yet?” I say trying my best to
contain my anger and doing a damned fine job of it considering all
I want to do is knock him the fuck out.

He looks completely and utterly
flabbergasted at my remark and doesn’t say anything. Since he’s not
responding, I continue. “Let’s get something straight right now;
Isa and every part of her, belongs to
me.
”

To my surprise, he responds and not the way I
expected.

“You know that I fucked her, right?” He asks
narrowing his eyes at me.

What the fuck?
Keep it together, Young.
“What I know is that
you got her drunk and took advantage of her.”
I tell
him feeling my hands fist at my sides.

“
She never said no.” He says as if
that’s supposed to make his actions acceptable. “In fact, I think
she quite enjoyed it.”

This son-of-a-bitch doesn’t
know when to stop, does he?
I feel my temper nearing
DEFCON 5 status and it takes every ounce of self-control not to
bust him in his smart-ass mouth. “Considering she was drunk and
near passed out, that’s a moot point, isn’t it?” I say with enough
hatred that he has the common sense to shut the hell up.

He starts to stand up and I put a stop
to it. “
Sit down.
I’m not
finished yet.”

Begrudgingly he complies.

“Do you know what sexual harassment is Greer?
Do you want to keep your job?” I ask him.

He looks dazed at my statement. “Are you
threatening me, Mr. Young?” He asks.

He thinks
that
was a threat? “You want a threat? Okay
fucker, try this one on for size: If you so much as lay a finger on
Isa or make one more sexual remark to her, I’ll make you disappear.
And don’t doubt that I can’t. Her job here will in no way be
compromised or affected either.
Do you
understand?”
I ask him and by the look on his face, he
knows I’m deadly serious.

He’s stunned into silence and he looks
shaken.
Good.
“
Say it
. Say you
understand, Greer.”

He hesitates, but when I take a step forward
ready to beat the answer out of him, he responds.

“Yes. I understand.” He says looking
traumatized.

Having gotten what I wanted, I head out of
his office and back outside. That man has no fucking idea how close
he came to the end of his life. I get into the car, concentrating
on slowing my heart rate.

“Is everything okay, Mr. Young?” Raul asks
sensing my irritation and anger.

“Yes. I’m fine now. Please drive me home.”
Isa is exactly the medicine I need to calm my nerves.

Once we’re at Sky Lofts, I tell Raul to go
and get himself some breakfast and that I’ll call him when I’m
done. I make my way quickly up, unable to contain my giddiness at
seeing Isa. I open the door, but find that my condo is quiet. I
look around and there’s no trace of Isa. I walk into the bedroom;
no Isa. The bed is neatly made and except for her lingering scent,
there’s no evidence of her. I head back out and down the hall to my
office; still, no Isa.

I notice that the dungeon door is
slightly open and I peek in.
Holy
shit
. It looks like it did in its former glory days.
Even the smell of leather lingers in the air. There are clean
sheets on the bed and everything is shiny and new looking. Sweet,
naughty, submissive Isa cleaned our dungeon. I feel my heart swell
at the thought of her in here cleaning, and doing it of her own
free will.
Where the hell is she
anyway?

I step outside the dungeon and I hear the
faint sound of humming coming from Erika’s old bedroom. I head
towards the room and slowly open the door. What I see is a glorious
vision; Isa sitting at the desk painting on a desktop easel. She’s
sitting on the very edge of a desk chair and deep in concentration.
She’s wearing earbuds listening to music and her back is to me so
she doesn’t hear me enter. She’s wearing one of my long sleeved
shirts with the sleeves rolled up, panties and knee high rainbow
socks. Her hair is a magnificent mess of blond waves and still wet
from her shower. My dick is rock hard as I stand in awe watching
her as she paints yet another dirty masterpiece. I watch her for
several minutes, not wanting to interrupt her, but I’m overcome
with the urge to take her.

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

Isabel

I wake early to the sound of my phone
ringing. It’s just after 6:30 a.m. but I recognize the ring tone
being that of my Dom. I pick it up to hear his sexy voice telling
me good morning.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Sorry to wake you
so early, but I wanted to tell you that you need to stay home from
work today.”

What? He’s not asking either, he’s ‘telling’
me. No doubt this is because of the incident yesterday with Greer
in the parking lot. I can’t just stay home. I have to earn a
paycheck. Anyways, if I stay home, then Greer wins. Screw that.

“Dylan, I’m not calling out... I...” I try to
reason with him but he cuts me off.

“This isn’t a debate, Isa, and I’m not
negotiating here. Call out of work. You need to let things cool
down for a day or two. If you go back to work so soon after what
happened, he’ll think that what he did and said was okay and that
you don’t care.”

Oh brother. There’s that word again;
‘negotiate.’ Although, he does make a good point. I definitely
don’t want Greer thinking the way he acted yesterday and the things
he said to me were acceptable. Fine. He can have his way. I tell
him yes, fine, I’ll call out and he sounds relieved.

Why is he awake so damned early anyways? We
end the conversation with a polite good bye and I wish him a
wonderful day at work. I start to call the studio voicemail to
leave a message, but I hesitate. I hate calling out. I’ve only done
it one other time since I’ve worked there. Ah hell. I guess that
makes it okay since I haven’t made a habit of doing it. I call and
leave a message and then promptly fall back to sleep.

When I wake up again, it’s just past 8:30 in
the morning. It felt nice sleeping the extra two hours and I feel
refreshed. I head to the shower to get cleaned up. When I’m in the
shower, I can’t help but think about Dylan. It’s been such a
strange week. Yes. Only one week I’ve known him and here I am
showering in his home, when he’s 1000 miles away. Or is it 1000
miles away? I’m not exactly sure how far Dallas is, but whatever
the number, it’s too damned far.

Then my mind replays yesterday’s sad,
sad events; the look from Greer and Monica, and then the harsh
words from Dylan’s secretary. Why do I keep thinking about that?
Dylan has already assured me the reasons he’s with me. Then the
disgusting post work encounter. What a royal ass wipe Greer is. Who
the hell does he think he is talking to me like that? I’ve never
given him any reason to think that was okay. So what I slept with
him? It was only one time and I was drunk. Is it because of my
naughty paintings that he thinks I’m a dirty girl?
Fuck him
. I’m glad I called out
today.
Good call Dylan.
I’m
glad he made me do it.

I finish up in the shower, get dried off and
then head into the bedroom to get dressed. I have no plans for
today, so I just pluck something out of Dylan’s closet to lounge
around in. I find one of his business shirts and put it on. I like
the idea of wearing something of his near my skin. Then I grab a
pair of panties from my designated drawer and some socks that I
brought along with me.

I head out into the main living area
and contemplate what to do next. I walk back towards the dungeon
and make the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles and taking the towel
from last night’s self-pleasuring activity to the hamper. On my way
back to the dungeon I stop in front of a door that as of yet is
unexplored. I wonder what’s behind door number three. Another kinky
room? I open it and find a spare bedroom. It’s empty except for
some very nice and obviously expensive furniture. This bed, too,
has no bedding whatsoever on it making me think it’s been out of
commission for awhile as well. It’s a very large room with a desk
and another metal four-poster bed. What’s his deal with beds like
this?
Like I don’t know.
I
guess they’re good for tying up submissives. I don’t like where my
thoughts are going so I push them to the back of my mind. The room
has a large walk-in closet and its own private bathroom. There’s a
large window on the same wall as the bed that overlooks the far
edge of the Rocky Mountains. The view is stunning and the light
coming into the room is heavenly. The sunlight floods in just over
the desk area and just then inspiration hits me. I head back out to
my small stash of items I brought with me from my place and bring
my painting supplies back into the spare room.

I set up my desktop easel and set out some
paints and brushes. Then I get out my phone and pull up some 80’s
tunes and plug in my earbuds. It doesn’t take long for my creative
juices to start flowing in this wonderful environment.

Dylan

I wait until Isa puts her paintbrush
down, then I move stealthily up behind her and kneel down. I
quickly pull out her earbuds and spin the chair around so she’s
facing me. She’s completely startled and starts to throw a punch,
but then realizes it’s me. I grab her by the back of her hair and
pull her to me, kissing her deeply. She immediately responds and
puts her hands in my hair, pulling and tugging at it.
Fuck yes.
Her tongue is in my mouth,
slowly probing and owning me completely. Then she gently nips my
bottom lip and then pulls back to look at me. Her eyes are bright
gold and steamy. She smiles and then gently plants one more kiss on
my mouth.

“I missed you, Sir.” She says dreamily.

Dear sweet Lord. What is this woman doing to
me?

“I got some paint on your tie. I’m sorry.”
She says looking down at a smudge of paint on my tie.

“I don’t mind, sweetheart. I like what you
did in the dungeon.”

She blushes and starts twirling a lock of her
still wet hair around her finger. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
She says bashfully.

I tell her it was a very nice surprise and so
was finding her in here.

“How long were you watching me?” She asks
only a little concerned.

I smile at her and tell her it wasn’t
long and she seems relieved. I ask her what music she was listening
to and laugh when she tells me her choice. Then I promptly scoop
her up and carry her to the dungeon. I want her
now.
She seems only slightly surprised, but more
than anything, she seems eager. I sit her on the bed and I tell I
don’t have long before I have to head back. She looks disappointed
so I kiss her and it soothes her a bit.

Then I proceed to get the suspension
rig ready for her. This is where I want to take her. She sits
watching me keenly; taking everything in and I can’t help but feel
like she’s taking notes on how to work the equipment.
Why would she be doing that?