Wild Submission(6)

The things I’ll teach her…

I can picture it now, showing her every toy and instrument in my playroom. She’ll be spread for me, bent over my spanking bench. Her long, creamy thighs flexing with pleasure as I trail my leather crop over that gorgeous ass. I can hear the whimpered frenzy of her desire already. I’ll mark that flesh with stripes of red, brand her with my mark. And then, then I’ll show her the pleasure that matches every beat of pain.

My cock stiffens. Fuck, I can’t wait. I want to wrap my hand with that silky blonde hair and use it like reins, tug her head back as I fuck her from behind. No mercy, no release, just hard deep thrusts until she’s quivering around my cock.

My intercom buzzes, shattering the scene. Fuck.

“Mr. McCullough?” It’s Jeannie.

“Yes?” I bark.

“Miss Ashcroft is waiting on your three PM.”

It takes me a second to realize she means Keely, and not Isabelle. “I’ll be right there,” I snap, releasing the button.

I clench my fists, willing my body back under control.

This is your second strike.

Showing up late was the first mistake. Now, I’m distracted, ready to jerk off again in the middle of my damn office.

Where the hell is my control now?

I’m not usually like this. When I take on a new sub, it’s like a business arrangement. We state our terms, and come to a mutually beneficial settlement. I pick women who know the deal. No emotion, no messy desires spilling over into my everyday life. I keep my worlds separate for a reason, and the result is always satisfying.

But Isabelle…

She has a way of getting under my skin. Already, she’s blurring the boundaries between my professional and personal lives. And not just because I knew her from before. I cannot stop thinking about her. I’ll just have to be extra careful to keep my walls up and maintain the limits between us—just like with any other sub.

Except she’s nothing like any of the others.

* * *

I stay late at work to make up for my morning laxness: it’s after nine PM by the time I unlock the penthouse door and walk inside.

Isabelle appears in the hallway. “You’re back,” she says, something like relief on her beautiful face. “I didn’t know…” she trails off.

I should have called. “Were you waiting long?”

“No,” she says quickly. “I just didn’t know if you’d gone out for dinner, or…”

“I often work late,” I explain, moving to the kitchen and putting my briefcase down. “But you shouldn’t worry about me. In the future I’ll let you know my schedule”

I look around, noticing that there are takeout containers on the counter, and a table set for two.

“You were waiting.” I realize.

Isabelle flushes. “It doesn’t matter,” she says, looking away.

Damn, this is the kind of thing I didn’t want to deal with: the emotions that come from a real relationship. I’ve never lived with a woman before. My time has always been my own.

“It was a nice thought,” I tell her gently. And it is. I get a sudden flash of coming home to this every night: Isabelle waiting, her freshly-washed hair still tousled and damp, ready to serve me however I saw fit.

She stands in front of me now, and I can see the nervous anticipation on her face.

I feel a surge of power.

She’s offered herself to me. She’s mine now—whether she realizes it fully or not. I could hoist her up onto the kitchen island right now and shove those thighs apart; drive deep into the slick clench of her pussy,, grinding up to hit her G-spot just right as I pin her body down and ride her until she breaks.

“Cam?” Her voice snaps me back to reality. I look over, and have to hide a smile.

The poor girl is terrified.

“Let me guess,” I murmur, moving closer. “You’ve spent all day wondering what this arrangement will entail. That pretty little brain of yours has run riot, hasn’t it?”

Isabelle flushes again, but when I reach out to stroke her cheek, she relaxes, just a little.

“Maybe,” she admits.

I grin. “Did you think I would chain you up and paddle you? Lead you around with a collar on?”

Isabelle laughs nervously.

“Relax,” I tell her, feeling protective. “Tonight is about getting to know each other.”

Because only once I start to strip away her perfect façade will I be able to truly dominate this woman.

I draw her closer and kiss her softly on the lips. She shivers and nuzzles into me, her body fitting perfectly against my side.

We’re wearing too many clothes.

“It’s been a long day,” I tell her, smiling. “We’re going to take a shower.”