Submitting to Her(75)

Oh, she was so stunning, hands clasped obediently behind her back, chest pushed up, butt pushed back, pussy exposed for me to see.

"You see?" Brandon said, pacing around her like an army sergeant major inspecting the troops. "You need this, don't you?"

She nodded, still giving him that half-smile that infuriated yet also excited me.

"I didn't hear you," he slapped her face, then slapped her right breast. It wasn't hard, but the sound of the impact on her skin shocked me.

I sat up, now worried he was actually going to hurt her. I was deathly afraid of what I'd have to do if he did hurt her - Brandon was no small man. He'd clearly been an athlete in college, and he'd kept up the regimen since then.

Zoey was smiling, partly with quiet rebellion against this dominant man, partly through sexual arousal.

He slapped her again on the left breast, and she let out a little moan, said: "Yes, sir."

"Yes sir, what?" Another slap, another moan.

"Yes sir, I need you to control me."

Brandon walked behind her, and put his hands around her neck again, as if to strangle her. He put his face to the side of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair, and said: "That's right, little girl."

Then he said quietly, though loud enough for me to hear: "You don't have any need for any of your feminist bullshit, and you don't have any need for that dickhead Aiden Jones."

I caught my breath. Zoey didn't say anything.

He gave her another semi-playful swat on the breast, then swept his hand all over her chest, down her stomach and over her pussy, making her moan in the process.

Now the big man pulled down his pants, still standing behind her, and said into her ear: "Touch it. Now."

He held her as she fumbled with her hands behind her back, blindly seeking out his cock just as his hand was reaching around to grab her pussy.

I sat horrified, wondering why she was allowing this. Was she accepting all this simply to win the contract the next day? Why did she want me to see this? It felt so disruptive and undermining of my view of her as a strong force in my life - worse than it had been in Ms Jenkinson's presence.

Yet my cock was so thick between my thighs as I watched, kneeling there by my bed wearing only a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. How thrilling it was to see her so bare, completely exposed to someone else, challenging the boundaries of control.

Now he stood by her side, and hissed: "On your knees."

She turned to him, did exactly what he said, lowering herself to the ground so he could feed that hard cock of his into her mouth. So compliant as she took him between her pretty lips, rocking her head back and forth, looking up at him with compliant eyes.

He held her hair tight in one hand, and led the movement of her mouth on his hardness. Fucking her head. Again, she was letting him do whatever he wanted.

Periodically, he'd remove his cock from her mouth and smack her around the face with it a few times before pushing back inside her lips. He was disrespectful of her, he did not appreciate her feminine power, he was wasting his entire experience. Although I'd never been abusive to any girl I'd been with, watching Brandon offered me a glimpse at how I'd frittered away ten years of experiences with women. What a waste.

Taking a deep, anxious breath, I stood up, fighting off the pins and needles in my feet, agonizing about whether I should just march in there, and push him away from her. She'd told me to keep out of there, though, whatever the circumstances.

I got the sense she was teaching me a lesson. Would I be simply failing her to go in there now? What if, in order to pass the test, I was actually supposed to go in there and defend her?

When I returned to my place, to peer through the door, I saw that Brandon had now shoved Zoey onto the couch, so she was lying face down along it, and her hands appeared to be bound behind her back, tied with a toweled bathrobe cord.

Now naked, he was standing behind her, slapping her rear, casting great pink splotches right across her buttocks.

She cried and moaned with every strike, burying her face in the sofa cushions to stifle herself, but again I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or not. She certainly wasn't trying to struggle or get away.

They didn't seem like hard blows, but produced sharp cracks of flesh on flesh. Brandon nestled his cock between her cheeks in between spanking her, her pert behind becoming steadily more rosy with every strike.

"You see? You love it," he declared. "There's no way that creep next door can make you feel anything as good as me."

Then I saw him manhandling her hips, pulling her towards him, and his cock was pointing direct at her pussy. I watched, side on, as the big man pushed forward, sliding his bulging manhood inside my Zoey. I felt the air squeezed out of my lungs as I saw that thing sinking into her.