Her Submission (3 page)

She dimly comprehended that he was giving her a glimpse into the rest of her life but could she accept it? Had she given up that much of herself?

“
I’m waiting for a response, slave. Until now I haven’t given you the option of willingly serving me. Do you believe you’re capable? Are you enough of a woman?”

He’d never called her a woman. To him she was a slave, animal, or slut.

“
I don’t know, Master.”

“
Perhaps not. Today I’m going to introduce you to a side of yourself I suspect you’re unaware of. The creature who exists beneath the civilized façade.”

Don’t, please!

Before she could decide whether she dared speak, he ran his hand between her legs, pushing against her inner thighs as he did. She obediently widened her stance. The sensation in her breasts had settled into a constant throbbing while her upstretched arms became more and more uncomfortable. He wouldn’t care. He had her where he wanted her.

“
Pleasure and pain. Ecstasy and agony. Two sides of one coin.”

Something cold pressed against her pussy, but even if she wanted to escape which suddenly she no longer did, she couldn’t. “Master?” she whispered.

“
That’s right, Master.” The pressure continued. “I own you in every way there is for one person to own another. Fortunately for you, occasionally I’m compassionate and understanding.” He chuckled. “However, as we both know, I’m not known for my consistency, nor would I want to be. It works to my advantage to keep you in a state of uncertainty. As long as you don’t know what to expect from me, you’ll never get a step ahead of me or even be my equal. I’m in control. Always in control.”

He often heaped his brand of logic on her. No matter how crazy it sounded, she tried to make sense of what he was saying. At the same time she was certain he said what he did, not in order to educate her but to keep her off balance. She wasn’t sure what point he was trying to make. As long as something rested at her pussy’s entrance, she couldn’t put her full mind to words.

“
You please me sometimes,” he continued. “Enough that occasionally I choose to reward you.”

Reward, yes! She knew what that meant.

Panting in anticipation, she thrust her pelvis at him, opening herself to him even more as she did. “Master, I want—you know I try to please you.”

He slapped her right breast. “Be quiet! If I want to hear from you, I’ll let you know.”

Trapped in a fresh pain-storm, she fought to remain silent. She couldn’t prevent a whimper from escaping but then he enjoyed hearing that.

“
Settle down.” His voice was calm now. “Go deep inside yourself. Anticipate. Prepare.”

Her breast still pounded, but she did her best to calm. She didn’t exist beyond this place. Every aspect of her being revolved around this powerful man.

He leaned into her so their faces were only inches apart. Trembling, she looked up at him as he ran his free hand into her hair. He sometimes talked about shaving it off because it was so messy, but she didn’t think he would because he could easily control her by grabbing it. She wasn’t surprised when he tilted her head back, just unnerved because she could no longer see his expression.

“
I’m going to use a vibrator on you,” he whispered. He pressed himself against her trapped breasts. “The most powerful one in my arsenal.”

She all but hung in her restraints as her world closed down even more. Only her captive body remained.           

“
Dance for me, my pet. Thank me for giving you what you want most.”

The vibrator slipped past her sex lips and into her already wet channel. It felt larger around than the last he’d invaded her with. Unlike the other with its rubber tip, this one was all metal. There was nothing soft about it, just a manmade instrument designed to arouse and break her down.

He took his time settling it into her, rotating it back and forth as he did. It went deeper and deeper, spreading her pussy walls until anticipation turned into dread. Her body wasn’t designed to be expanded like this!

“
Feel as if you’re giving birth to a watermelon?” He chuckled and shoved. With her head back and immobile, she could barely breathe let alone try to accommodate the invasion. Her sex was being stretched beyond all reason. If he used it to attack her like the nipple clamps did—

“
Master! Ah, please.”

“
Hey!” He jerked on her hair. “What did I say about keeping your yap shut? You don’t want me to gag you, do you?”

She hated being silenced. As long as she had the ability to speak, she held out the slim hope that he’d heed her pleas. “No, Master,” she whispered. Another appeal for mercy pushed against her teeth, but she held it in.

“
I understand. I truly do. There’s no denying that this tool is larger than any man’s cock, but your sex is designed to be flexible. The manufacturer assures purchasers that no woman has been injured while using it. Of course—“ He chuckled again. “You aren’t administering it to yourself. That’s my task.”

As long as he was talking, hopefully he’d simply hold onto the vibrator but maybe he’d said all he intended to. She hated being handled as if he owned her body, but what choice did she have?

None.

She tried to relax her muscles and empty her mind, but he was too close and all-consuming. She felt as if she was sinking into him, losing what little remained of herself at the same time. Much as she needed back what she’d lost, she took small comfort in knowing he hadn’t injured her. Yes, she bore the whip marks he’d planted on her, but he hadn’t broken any bones. He could have suffocated her a few minutes ago. He hadn’t because he wanted her alive.

Alive. Breathing.

Waiting.

After what felt like forever and not long enough, the massive invader started vibrating. It barely hummed, a gentle sensation that made it possible for her to dismiss much of her discomfort.

“
I tried this on my cock,” he said. “Quite pleasurable at the lower speeds. Then it became a bit much. Don’t worry, slave, I’m not going to rob you of the opportunity to determine whether I got my money’s worth. For the record, the batteries are new. All right, next gear.”

Power jolted her. In seconds she stopped simply trying to accept and sank into forced pleasure. She hadn’t been a particularly sensual woman before Master captured her but under what he called his tutelage, her body was becoming more and more receptive to stimulation. These days he could make her juices flow simply by touching her. A few times, even as she acknowledged how vulnerable it made her, she’d thanked him for his gift. When she did, he smiled. Smiled and turned her into a horny animal.

She was there now. A panting, moaning creature drowning in sensation. Whatever gear he’d shifted into was everything her helpless body needed. A climax hovered just out of reach. Pleasure licked at her every cell. She was content to hang here, to float, to sigh and tighten her sex muscles around the potent tool.

“
Time to get to work, slave. Dance for me.”

Warned by his taunting tone, she held her breath. Instead of an accelerated attack on her pussy, however, the vibrator abruptly quit moving. Her drenched inner walls repeatedly squeezed the tool. Then to her horror, her body began to settle down. With each passing second, she felt the loss of arousal and growing discomfort. Warned by his all-encompassing presence, she knew not to ask what he intended to do.

Suddenly the tool stormed back to life. This time there was no measured build-up. Instead it went from nothing to everything. Pounded at her. Challenged her to survive.

She climaxed, pleasure and fierce throbbing all mixing together. Continuing. Forcing her up a mountain and holding her there.

“
I can’t, I can’t, oh god, Master! Master!”

“
Dance for me, slave. Who rules you? Who is in charge?”

Fire charged through her. She short-circuited. Died and came back to life. Died again.

Something dark and powerful shook her into consciousness, but she was too exhausted to do anything except moan as what had begun as pleasure continued to tear her apart.

“
Do you surrender, slave?”

She couldn’t answer.

Couldn’t think.

Chapter Two

“
You’re lucky you weren’t killed. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. You’re alive and that’s what counts.”

“
Yes, I’m alive.”

Five minutes ago Kaci Winters had nearly gone about her business without talking to the man with the flat tire, but it wasn’t as if they didn’t
know
each other. After all they’d chatted for a whole half minute earlier in the day. When, just now, she noticed he was having trouble kneeling she’d decided that offering to help was preferable to replenishing the toilet paper in the men’s restroom at Pause Awhile Campground. She’d reminded him of their connection, then taken the lug wrench from him. Once the nuts were loose, she’d positioned the jack under the car in preparation for lifting it. That’s when he’d taken over.

She hadn’t come out and asked what his mobility problem was but she had stared. That was probably why he’d mentioned he’d been in a motorcycle accident. When she expressed sympathy, he’d shrugged. Instead of dropping what was none of her business, she asked the thirty-something stranger with big hands, broad shoulders, and intense grey eyes when he’d had his accident.

“
Three months ago.” He paused while returning her gaze. “Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?”

“
A few times but only as a passenger.”

“
Boyfriend or husband driving?”

She wasn’t surprised by the stranger’s attempt to learn something of a personal nature other than her favorite ice cream was mint chocolate chip. It came with the territory when you’re a decent looking twenty-three year old female and the man asking the question is traveling alone. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, not that that said anything these days.

Like earlier, his gaze was intense. A little disconcerting. A little exciting.

“
The guy and I hadn’t known each other that long so he was kind of a boyfriend,” she explained. “The way he handled his bike scared me.”

He didn’t so much as blink. “Enough so that he became an ex?”

“
Pretty much.”

She’d gotten to her feet after dealing with the jack but had stayed in close proximity in case the man needed help getting the flat off. Whatever his injuries had been, he hadn’t lost upper body strength as witness by the easy way he pulled off the tire. He’d already gotten out the spare and wasted no time sliding it in place. She liked how he handled himself. There was a smoothness to him, a confidence that made her think he’d emotionally gotten over the accident.

That was something they could talk about—putting the past behind them.

Or she would if she’d been more successful at it.

Earlier in the day she’d walked up the road a quarter mile to the café and adjacent ice cream parlor that did great business in the summer as vacationers headed into the mountains. She’d made her purchase and had been sitting at a picnic table when a new pickup with a fancy canopy pulled into the gravel parking area. A man had gotten out but instead of heading into the parlor, he’d headed right for where she was sitting, leaned against her table, and stretched. He obviously was in no hurry. She’d been a little concerned about personal space but when wasn’t she?

After her initial discomfort, she felt herself being drawn to him. There was something intriguing about him, a commanding presence. A deepness to his gaze as if he was looking for something in her.

For a moment she thought he’d found it, but that was crazy. They were strangers.

He’d asked how much the ice cream cost and whether it was good which had helped her get past her what, nervous energy? They’d even engaged in a friendly argument about the best flavors. Instead of putting a move on her, he’d gone into the parlor and came out with a double strawberry cone.

“
Just what the doctor ordered,” he’d told her before slowly getting back into his truck.

All the way back to where she was spending the summer, she’d mulled over the brief connection. He didn’t turn her on but there was something about him she couldn’t quite shake, a mysterious aura. A man like that might have a place in her fantasies.

Fortunately he’d never know what direction her fantasies took.

She’d been surprised and a little suspicious when he showed up at the Pause Awhile Campground where she worked, but his explanation that he’d decided he needed a break from driving and had been taking in the waterfalls off the road between the café and campground made sense. He’d barely gotten underway when he spotted the Pause Awhile sign. He’d been debating checking it out for future reference when the driver’s side rear tire started going flat. He’d had no choice but to pull in so he could deal with it. He certainly hadn’t expected to see her.

The longer she watched the man who hadn’t bothered to introduce himself, the more intrigued she became. If his vehicle was any indication, he was better off financially than those who rented RV spaces here. He was traveling by himself and if she said and did the right things, he might decide to spend the night.

Unless she decided she’d rather sleep alone—which she didn’t always want to because at night her imagination sometimes took her into places she didn’t understand. What she labeled sexual fantasies got her hot and bothered all right. They also left her feeling out of control and confused. Where the hell did they come from?

“
The not quite a boyfriend with the motorcycle had some good qualities,” she said by way of continuing the conversation and putting distance between herself and thoughts she didn’t need. “A decent job for one.”

“
But?”

“
But he was into macho if you know what I mean.”