Submitting to Her(88)

Sure, it was kind of strange to have make-up sex with someone else in the bed with us, but all that seemed fine to the both of us. Appropriate, even. We had an unconventional sexual relationship, and it all seemed to confirm that we'd continue to have an unconventional sexual relationship - we both saw the attraction of exploring ourselves and our boundaries, though we both recognized there could be hard limits to that.

"Fitzroy" - the name of Zoey's childhood pet, became our safe word. If either one of us said it, things would stop, we wouldn't go any further past the comfort zone. It felt reassuring to have that.

"When would you've used it, when we were with Brandon?" Zoey asked me with a wry smile plastered over her face, once we'd settled on the safe word approach.

"I don't know. That first time, maybe as soon as you walked in the room with him. That was quite brutal."

"And the second time?"

"As soon as he started hitting you."

She smiled at that, and we had some kind of gauge for future reference.

Reconnected, I did miss working for Zoey professionally, though I think separating our careers was the right thing to do for the long term. I had to find a whole new way to get motivated in my job - though it helped having a new kind of product to sell.

After being apart for so many months, suddenly our relationship leaped forward, and we were talking about moving in together, and how that really should mean me serving her constantly again - what a thrill. Of course, when I say we talked about it, I mean she suggested it might be nice, and I put in a respectful request for ASAP, please.

We were apart during the working day, apart during conferences and industry exhibitions - yet being apart made it that much sweeter when we were together.

When we are apart, Zoey sent me texts teasing me about running into guys that clearly wanted to dominate her. She wasn't interested in other submissives - that job was clearly filled, though all the men who worked for her remained firmly under her thumb.

When she sent me those teasing texts, I sent replies suggesting maybe this time she should give in to temptation, take a break from her leadership skills to indulge in her occasional desire for the alpha male.

I was okay, knowing Brandon was permanently out of the picture. Knowing that if she did choose to pursue an alpha male, my consent would be sought expressly every step of the way - and this time I'd have the power of the veto.

Because the submissive does have power, it turns out - the underlying power of consent.





Chapter Thirty





I wanted to do something special for her birthday, but the situation was complicated by the fact that she'd promised to be at a conference that week - and was actually to give a speech at the event on her birthday itself.

I was so proud of her, but this was one performance she wouldn't allow me to watch. Said she'd get too nervous. Instead, I would get the before and after. Beforehand, she put me on a free Skype video-call to watch her shower and get dressed prior to her speech, which was in the late afternoon slot.

"Maybe I'll send you the video afterwards, if it goes well," she said, and I knew that possibility was as close as I was going to get to seeing her speech.

"Mmm..." My eyes lit up. "Video? We never talked about videoing you before. That would be hot."

"You have a filthy mind, Jones."

"I blame society."

God she was stunning as she stepped out of the bathroom and the air cleared of the steam that had blocked most of my view while she'd been scrubbing and preening under the flow of the water.

"Actually I'm surprised we haven't thought of it before. Give you something to watch when I'm away on business, dirty boy."

"Maybe you could accidentally leave the Skype connection on tonight."

"Tonight? Am I expecting something to happen after my speech?"

She looked all innocent, propping up her MacBook Air at the right angle next to the television so I could watch her dress in front of the mirror. But as she fished out her hot lace-trimmed black and purple satin lingerie, a scandalously low-cut white blouse and a suit with the shortest skirt I'd ever seen, she knew full well how much she was teasing me.

"You know how those young execs get after they see a beautiful woman on stage telling them what to do," I said.

"Mmm… Maybe I should let one of them get to me this time. It is my birthday."

My heart thumped loudly as her stockings were slowly rolled up those smooth, shapely legs.

"Maybe this is the night," I replied. Nervous, like I was about to take my finals.

Fully dressed, she stood tall, imagining standing up on stage behind the lectern. Smoothing down her skirt so that it covered the maximum possible area of her thighs, yet still scared the crap out of me as I imagined all the guys that would be seeing her like this, swarming all over her as she entered the bar after the final Q&A session was over.