Submitting to Her(69)

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I don't know how long I waited. I guess the dinner would have gone on perhaps an hour and a half, and then the awards ceremony an additional half hour. I tried not to think about the time passing - it only slowed down the experience.

I had to focus on the positives, I knew that. I had been through similar feelings as I had when I'd been in Philly, waiting for Zoey to come home with Brandon. Thinking of the possibilities of her being with someone else, the dark jealousy swirling around my insides, mixing and conflicting with the strong burst of arousal at the thought of my sexy Zoey flirting away, attracting the attention of men who might possess her momentarily, but would never have her as I did.

The key solace for me was the virtual certainty that Brandon was not around this time. I held on to that belief as I lay there, imagining her sitting at the dinner table, laughing at the jokes of the interested men around her, batting those pretty eyelids, twirling her hair, licking her full lips, her thighs jostling as she thought about fucking them, as she sat there with no underwear.

Waiting there, without even a television on to distract me from the thoughts about what Zoey was doing, I tried to keep calm.

I told myself that I had to stop the paranoid thoughts. She had a dinner to sit through, and then an awards ceremony that she could not miss - she was presenting one of the prizes, as an award sponsor. I trusted she wasn't going to slip out of the dinner with one of her new male friends to find some shady corner somewhere to explore her lack of underwear.

I had time on my side.

Once I was calm, I knew the only thing I could do was take things step by step. Firstly, I wriggled a little and found the most comfortable position I could, the position I could lie in so that my muscles ached least. Knowing I was able to lie for a long period of time without it hurting much, that kept me sane.

Carefully, without expending too much energy, I tested my bonds. Zoey had tied me well, and the ropes were too strong for me.

All I could do was wait, and hope she would return to me in good time, pray that she wanted her sexual gratification from me alone.

Yet despite all the positive energy I tried to channel, I still had that awkward sense that I'd brought this on myself. I'd suggested to her before that if she was fooling around with a random stranger that would never likely affect our normal lives, I'd be okay with her taking her pleasure as she liked.

I tried to focus on just how hot it actually was to have a girlfriend like Zoey - so attractive, so desirable. And to have one as strongly sexual as she, that was incredible.

As the minutes ticked slowly by, I felt that same strange buzz I'd felt while watching her with Brandon that night in Philly. My own pride seemed to fall away, my increasingly tired body finding no use for it just then. In its place, I recalled how wonderful it felt to see Zoey smile, see her laugh, see her moan and come like crazy. What if some other guy had snuck her into a bathroom stall and was making her feel that good? Wasn't it good that she should feel so fantastic? That she should get to experience the thrill of "strange" cock?

As long as she came back to me afterwards - as long as I was special to her, I was the one she loved, I was the one who made her feel best of all, all would be okay.

Lying there, my humility returned. My sense of place - my sense of pleasing her. I actually hoped she'd stay out longer, as long as she wanted. Long so that she'd come home buzzed and happy - even if all she did, after falling through that door, was curl up beside me on the bed before falling asleep.

I relaxed, and tried to embrace the arousal I felt, though I couldn't do anything about it with my hands bound.

I even managed to fade into a shallow sleep.





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I jerked awake at the first movement of the handle on our door, a jolt of panic and fear pumping adrenalin into my bloodstream.

As the door opened, over the sound of my own breathing, I heard her giggling, the clear signs of alcohol in her system.

"Still here, sweetie?" she asked, as though I could have escaped.

"Yes, my Goddess," I said.

She laughed, "I had such a good time. Knowing you were up here completely helpless, waiting for me to come use you. Mmm…"

She climbed up on the bed and straddled my chest, and I felt the butterflies stirred up in my stomach at the heat of her body up on top of me. She leaned back to check the bindings on my ankles, then pulled forward to check out the rope around my wrists, her soft breasts touching down over my face as she reached for the bindings, her cleavage so warm and smooth where it wasn't covered by her dress and bra.

I inhaled a deep lungful of her floral scent from between her breasts.

"Very good," she said, planting a brief peck on my lips as she moved back down my chest, so that I could taste the wine on her breath. "Now I'm just going to use the bathroom, but I'll be right back, I promise."