Submitting to Her(74)

Instantly alert, I scrambled to get off my bed, to take a more concealed position on the floor.

I wondered if I was making a mistake by watching them again - perhaps it would be easier to take this if I left, allowed them to do their thing, wait until the inevitable departure of Brandon once he'd finished with her. Yet there was that dark, curious part of me that wanted to see - even craved the burn of seeing her with him, because it was also so exciting to watch her express her sexuality.

Frustratingly this time, through the door I had only a view of the sofa in the other suite, not the bed. It wasn't quite as convenient a room layout as before.

I could hear Zoey's voice, and if I was not mistaken, it sounded a little slurred. "Just a quick drink from the minibar, Bran. We have to be up early tomorrow."

Brandon was muffled, I couldn't hear what he said.

Then Zoey said: "I wasn't kidding, Bran. I'm with Aiden now. I told you."

I felt my heart swell, my chest filled with warmth. She'd told him she was with me.

But Brandon walked past, holding a beer from the minibar in his hand as he went to peer out the window, and I had to wonder why she'd brought him up to her room if she was going to tell him she was with me.

"There's no way he'll keep you happy," Brandon was saying, looking over to where Zoey was, making me envious merely for being able to see her.

She said something I couldn't hear, then Brandon said: "Come here."

With a single hand signal he directed her to sit on the sofa. There she was. God, she was beautiful, and blushing slightly. I thought I saw her trying to peer in through the door, to see if I was there. I'm not sure if she spotted me in the darkness, but she seemed to be purposefully sitting in a position to show me that she had no panties on under her skirt.

I felt my loins tingle. I had to force myself to believe she did not love him. She was just keeping him happy for business reasons.

"I'm not sure if I'm going to allow you to have him," he said, approaching her now, looking down sternly.

She crossed her legs and put her hands on her thighs, looking at him with submissive deference in her eyes.

Looming over her, Brandon said: "You don't need a wimp like that - you never did. You need a firm hand, like always."

I saw him grab hold of her top, yanking it up to reveal her bare breasts, and I felt the anger beginning to bubble up inside me. What was he doing?

Zoey, my strong-willed Zoey, was not stopping him. She sat up, straightening her back and stretching up to put her face inches from his, her mascara-laden eyes flickering over him from behind her glasses as she offered him a half-smile, as though she was wrestling with the conflicting impulses to dominate or be dominated.

"You need me to tell you what to do, don't you Zoey?"

She sat still as he let go of her top, the elastic snapping back against her skin, and said nothing. I got the distinct impression his authoritative tones were turning her on in a different way than I was able to achieve. It made me feel helpless.

Brandon leaned forward and smelled her, his head just a few inches to the side of hers. He seized her arm, pulled her toward him, then his hand was gripping her hair and the back of her neck rather brutally instead.

"I think you're just teasing me 'cause last time I was so soft on you," he said with a menacing sneer.

He kissed her, holding her by the neck, tearing at her top to keep it from slipping down over her breasts.

In the darkness of my room, I felt my hardened cock twitch at the sight of her hard nipple. The blush in Zoey's cheeks seemed stronger now, and she was gazing up at him with something like wonderment.

"You know you can't do anything without me, Zoey," he said, his fingers closing around her throat, squeezing her, intimidating her with his power. "You'll be a mess without me."

She said something softly, but I couldn't hear what it was. Brandon crouched down in front of her, pulling her toward him by the neck, as though she were nothing but a rag doll, and he was whispering something in her ear that I could not decipher.

She was smiling, enjoying his roughness.

I almost let out a groan of pure disappointment, before I realized they might hear.

Brandon seemed to be throttling her, and yet she was smiling, those nipples so erect on her exquisite breasts. I was being torn apart by conflicted feelings, wanting desperately to go in there and defend her, yet knowing she'd told me to keep out.

She said: "Yes." I wasn't sure to what she was responding, but it did not make me happy.

Presumably responding to an order from Brandon, Zoey stood up in front of the sofa, standing straight like she was in a military parade, facing me directly. Brandon reached forward and pulled her top up now, over her head, before removing her skirt as well.