Serena's Submission (6 page)

“You’re so wet and you taste so good, baby,” he said huskily against her pussy. “Come when you’re ready,” he ordered before he plunged his tongue into her channel, probing her deeply, then licking her folds while he massaged her clit with his thumb.

She was so close she could almost taste it. Her internal muscles clenched and started to quiver and when he plunged two fingers into her, hitting her erogenous zone square on, she spiralled hard into a spectacular orgasm, her body quaking and trembling in blessed release.

Before she could recover, her body still tremulous with orgasmic aftershocks, she felt a vibration against her clitoris.

“This is the vibrator that I purchased for you,” Aaron said as he circled the vibrator around the little bundle of nerves. Her clit was so sensitive, so susceptible to stimulation that immediately she hurtled into yet another powerful orgasm. She cried out and writhed against her restraints as a second climax rocked through her, sending her insides into a pulsing frenzy.

Serena was perspiring and breathing heavily as she slumped back onto the bed, boneless and weak.

“Please, Aaron,” she sobbed, not sure what she was entreating.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice low and ominous.

“I meant to say please, Sir,” she whispered.

He tutted and she thought he must be shaking his head. “How do I punish you, baby?”

Serena wasn’t sure that she could take any more but before she could say anything coherent, something softly brushed against her thighs. Then she felt a slight breeze before a sharp snap to her pussy had all her synapses singing and her back arching once more off the bed.

“Fuck,” she screeched in surprise as her every nerve end tingled and shot blazing sensation to her core.

“This is a riding crop, though it’s quite soft. I think you’ll agree that if used in just the right place the sensation is intense.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond before she again felt the telltale breeze before the crop found its mark between her thighs. It didn’t hurt exactly but the sensation to her sensitive pussy was overwhelming. She was covered in perspiration and panting heavily as the crop came down a third time and sent her pussy into quivering contractions.

“Oh God,” she cried out. She was on the edge but needed more to send her over and the intensity without the relief was absolute torment.

Her safe word was on the tip of her tongue when she felt the mattress dip and realised that Aaron must be moving over the bed.

He undid her ankle restraints and massaged life back into her legs before he lifted her hips and slipped a pillow beneath her backside. He spread her thighs then she felt his mouth on her pussy, gently sucking her wet, sensitive folds.

“So wet, baby,” he murmured as he nuzzled her. “So swollen for me.”

She groaned and thrust her hips up, desperate for the relief that only he could provide, but just as she felt the familiar clenching and tightening low in her belly he stopped.

“Not so fast, angel. When you come next, I want to be inside you,” he mumbled against her and she moaned in desperation as she felt him move up the bed.

“I’m going to take you now. You come when you’re ready,” he said, his voice thick with need as he removed her blindfold and she heard the rip of a foil wrapper.

He positioned himself over her, his naked body hard and muscular against hers. He braced his arms either side of her head and gazed into her eyes before thrusting hard into her, sheathing himself to the hilt.

“Oh God,” she cried out as she tilted her hips up to meet his thrusts.

“So tight and hot,” he hissed before he withdrew and plunged into her once more.

He ploughed into her hard and fast then his lips were on hers, hot, urgent and insistent, plunging his tongue into her mouth so she could taste her own salty arousal as he swallowed her moans with his kiss.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured against her lips as he drove his cock hard into her again, grinding his pelvis into hers and circling his hips to provide a perfect friction where she most needed it. Her sensitised clit couldn’t take anymore and she climaxed loudly and forcefully, crying out as her body went rigid and tremors of pure pleasure washed through her.

With three quick thrusts he groaned loudly and followed her over, shoving into her so hard she could feel him pulsing in release at her very core.

Chapter Eight

Serena had just finished setting the table when the doorbell rang, signalling Aaron’s arrival. She had invited him to dinner. The lasagne was out of the oven resting and the salad just needed to be dressed. She hurried to open the door.

Aaron had brought a bottle of Australian red which they enjoyed over dinner. They chatted amiably, suffering no awkward silences or lapses in conversation. They were so comfortable with each other, so at ease, it was as if they had known each for years.

“That was delicious,” Aaron said appreciatively when they had finished their meal. “I can add fantastic cook to your attributes.”

Serena beamed. “Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you have room for dessert?”

“I always have room for dessert, baby,” he said grinning lasciviously.

Serena grinned back at him and playfully swatted him with her napkin. “Later, Romeo,” she replied as she collected their plates. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the living room while I get dessert organised.”

* * * *

The living room reminded him of Serena—calm and peaceful. It was furnished with comfortable though stylish easy chairs and a two-seater matching lounge. One wall was entirely devoted to a floor-to-ceiling built-in bookshelf. He studied the spines of a few of the books—she had all the classics from authors such as Austen, the Brontës and Eliot as well as a lot of classic poets such as Keats, Donne and Wordsworth. He noted that she also enjoyed thrillers, romance and crime novels as well as non-fiction. Her taste in books and reading was eclectic—just like her, he thought with a smile.

He strolled over to a desk tucked into the corner of the room and idly scanned the top. He was about to turn around when something caught his eye. Scattered on her desk top were typed and written notes but one name stood out to him like a beacon and made his heart stutter—the words Club Erebus were written time and again on various pages.

He grabbed one of the pages and scanned her notes. His pulse thundered in his ears as his brain clicked into gear. It didn’t take him long to realise that she was writing a story about the BDSM scene and in particular about Club Erebus. The one saving grace, if in fact it could be called that, was the fact that as far as he could tell she hadn’t used any personal names.

Serena chose that moment to enter the living room with dessert and some plates. She stopped dead on the threshold as she noticed him standing by the desk with her notes in his hand.

He glared at her—he was so irate he was physically shaking. He turned towards her, his eyes narrowed in anger.

* * * *

Serena couldn’t get her legs to move—she was frozen to the spot staring at Aaron as he waved her notes in the air.

“Something to tell me, angel?” he asked, his voice dangerously low as he stalked towards her with panther-like grace and predatory intent. She automatically started to move backwards into the kitchen, where she fumbled the plate of dessert onto a table and backed further into the room.

Aaron continued to advance on her until her back was against the wall. He braced his arms either side of her head, his muscular body pressed against hers, caging her in. “Are you going to answer me, Serena?” he breathed against her ear. “What were you planning to do? Write a story?”

Serena willed her heart rate to slow down as she took a deep, shuddering breath. Aaron was angry, very angry, and she somehow had to try and make things right with him.

“It’s not what it looks like,” she said to him. Even to her own ears her defence sounded weak. She forged ahead. “I am a journalist and I
was
going to write a story about the BDSM scene, but that was before. Since I met you and we have come to know each other I decided that I couldn’t write it. Tomorrow I was planning to throw away all my notes,” she finished breathlessly. When she had started out on this adventure for a story she hadn’t expected to become so swept up in the BDSM scene, and she definitely hadn’t expected to meet someone like Aaron.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her intently.

“You have to believe me, Aaron. I didn’t expect any of this to happen between us. I suppose I expected, somewhat naively I know, that I could watch from the sidelines—an observer but not a participant.”

“And you think that would have made it okay to write about people’s private lives?” he hissed at her.

“I was never intending to use anyone’s name or particulars,” she said in a small voice. “It was just about the BDSM scene in general.”

“So everything that we experienced together is based on a lie. You must have thanked your lucky stars when I came along and practically handed you your story,” he stated, his voice cold.

“No!” she cried out as she grasped his upper arms, imploring him to listen to her. “You showed me things I would never have experienced but for you. You told me that I was a natural submissive and showed me that you were right. Don’t you see, Aaron, how naturally I have taken to the submissive role? I was surprised at first, until I realised how much I like you dominating me, how much I
want
you to dominate me.”

She was still caged within his strong hold, his body pressed against hers. She watched as he eyed her warily.

“Please, Aaron,” she begged. “Remember what you said to me the night we first met?” He was silent so she continued. “You told me that you wanted me to submit to you, that you wanted to train me and become my Dom. Isn’t that how you still feel?” she asked tremulously.

“You will also recall that I said the most important aspect in a D/s relationship is trust. How can I trust you, Serena?”

She slumped in resignation. He was right, she had betrayed his trust in the worst possible way.

She looked up at him imploringly. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “God, Serena, do you realise how angry and disappointed I am right now? I don’t know what to think at the moment.”

“Then don’t think,” she said desperately. “Just know that it was a stupid idea that started off my BDSM investigation but that it led me to you. I would never hurt you like that, Aaron, what we have means too much to me. I just didn’t get around to destroying all those notes—notes which I made, by the way, based on my initial investigation and that first night at Club Erebus. If you read them, that is all you will see because I had no intention of writing the exposé after that.”

He chuckled grimly. “It’s quite ironic that I was trying to get you to trust me when all this time I couldn’t trust you.”

“But you can trust me, in fact you could always trust me like I trusted you—think about it, I put all my trust in you. I didn’t question you, I just did what you asked.”

He raised his head and stared down at her intently as he brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. He ran his thumb down the side of her face before he cupped her chin in one hand and grasped the nape of her neck with the other.

“You’re right, baby, you always did what I asked,” he agreed before his lips closed over hers and he kissed her roughly, pushing his tongue into her mouth and bruising her lips with his. It was as if he was pouring all of his anger into the kiss—punishing her yet possessing her at the same time. Her heart rate spiked and desire pooled low in her belly as she kissed him back, desperate to have him forgive her. He stopped just when she thought she would run out of air and she took a deep shuddering breath when he pulled away.

“You are mine. I am your Dom and don’t you forget it,” he growled, sending a quiver of desire through her. “Are you going to be a good little sub from now on?” he said fervently, still grasping her head.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything you ask, Sir.”

“Good girl, but you know what I have to do now, don’t you, baby? I’ll have to punish you for being bad and this time it will be more than just a spanking with my hand.”

Serena’s heart skipped a beat and she shivered in anticipation of her punishment. Her relief was palpable. He still wanted to be her Dom and she wanted nothing more than to be his sub.

“Yes, Sir,” she said with a contented smile. “I need to be punished.”

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Jasmine Hill

Excerpt

Chapter One

Sarah Maddox zipped up her thigh-length stiletto boot and stepped back to study her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She looked pretty damn good. She had piled her dark hair on top of her head and the eye mask she wore made her look almost cat-like, her full scarlet lips a startling contrast. A leather choker was around her neck. Below the choker her cleavage spilled out of a corset tied gaspingly tight. The black leather mini she wore barely brushed the tops of her thighs. Two inches below started her stiletto boots.

“Perrrfect,” she purred. “Goodbye, Sarah. Hello, Mistress Kitty,” she said to her reflection.

She removed her mask and tucked it into her handbag and after donning a full-length black coat she left her apartment. When she arrived downstairs the car was already waiting.

“Hello, Monty,” she greeted the driver as she slid into the back seat.

“Good evening, Mistress,” he replied as he pulled away from the kerb and smoothly merged with the traffic.

Her place of work was normally only a ten-minute drive from her apartment if the traffic was light, and about eleven minutes later Monty pulled to a stop in front of an understated multi-storey building. After parking, he made his way to the back door and assisted her out of the car.

Kitty thanked him, punched in the security code and entered the building through a discreet doorway. As she did so, she stepped into Fantasy.

From the outside the building looked identical to many others and could have been a typical office complex but on the inside it looked magical. Glittering chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, the walls were adorned with mirrors and expensive pieces of erotic art, plush lounge suites were expertly scattered to ensure privacy, and crystal glasses and expensive bottles of champagne and liqueurs adorned mirrored tables to be enjoyed with caviar and oysters. A selection of Venetian-style masks was also provided in which the clients could relax anonymously. Music was piped in through discreetly hidden speakers—never obtrusive, the music was selected for its mood-enhancing qualities.