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Unexpected Submission Ch. 01

By: TheMadSonneteer



As the event wound down, Brian excused himself from the crowd surrounding him, picked up a fresh drink, and carefully stepped over the velvet rope placed to keep attendees from the second floor of the club. The house music faded slowly as he climbed the stairs.

He was all but running away from his own book signing, but he needed a few minutes of relative quiet.

The top of the stairway opened onto a balcony overlooking the first floor. The music was once again loud, but it was dark, and he was no longer besieged by a horde of people asking the same questions over and over. Booths stretched out on both sides, and he stayed away from those on his left lest someone from below see him.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could make out figures in some of the booths on his right.

Apparently, he thought, I'm not the only one looking for privacy.

He walked to the far end of the balcony, and sat down in the last booth. He propped his right elbow on the table, and dropped his head into his hand. He massaged his forehead with his fingers as he swirled Coca-Cola around in the glass in his left hand. He heard the ice in his drink clinking against the sides of the glass. After a minute, he took a sip.

"Christ," he said, out loud. "Whose bonehead idea was it to have a book signing in a club?"

"Mine," said a decidedly female voice in the dark.

He turned his head to the left. She stood in the aisle, silhouetted by the lights from below.

"Well," she continued, "it's not all my fault. My agency worked with yours. We thought it would boost interest amongst a younger crowd; late 20s, early 30s."

The figure stepped closer. He'd seen her earlier – been introduced to her – and had watched her move about the room while he signed books and talked with fans. She was hard to miss, wearing a flowing, bright – almost neon – orange dress. In front, it ended just above her knees, but in back it fell to the mid-calf. Black four-inch ankle boots augmented what he estimated to be a height of 5'5".

He thought her nose was a bit flat, and her cheekbones broad, but she was beautiful – that was undeniable. She wasn't bone thin, possessing a healthy build, and bronze skin. Her straight, chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, then gathered to the left and allowed to cascade over her shoulder onto her chest. The vision of her striking green eyes was enhanced by rectangular, black framed eyeglasses. She carried an oversized handbag, clutching it to her body as she stood in front of him.

He tried to remember her name.

Lisa? Lindsay? he thought.

"Who are you, again?" he said, more than asked.

"I'm Linda," she said. "I'm a marketing manager for Stromboli vodka, the company sponsoring your signing."

"Ah, yes," he said. "Sorry, I meet a hundred new people at every one of these."

"That's OK," she said, smiling.

"No, it's not," he said. "A woman as beautiful as you should be remembered; even celebrated."

She laughed.

"I'm used to being in the background," she said. "If everything runs smoothly, nobody notices me."

"I noticed you," he said.

"Sure you did," she teased.

"I did," he assured her. "Especially your green eyes."

She knew he couldn't possibly see her eyes in the darkness of the balcony.

"So, Linda," he began, "what can I do for you?"

"Oh, nothing." she said. "I just wanted to make sure you're OK. And, to see if you need anything. We'll be out of here soon."

"I just came up here to get away for a few minutes," he said. "And, as for what I need, you can't give me that."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," she said, turning to go.

"You're not," he said, quickly. "I didn't mean that. I just...I don't really like people...crowds. That's why I write, so I don't have to talk. Please, would you like to join me?"

She hesitated for a moment, then moved to the booth, set her bag on the seat, and sat across the table from him."

"But, you speak so well," she said. "I heard you answering questions."

"Thank you," he said. "I fake it."

"Not the words though," she said. "I mean, the stories you wrote; they aren't fake, are they?"

"Well, it is sold in the fiction section," Brian said.

"But, it says 'loosely based on actual events,'" Linda said.

"Yes, it does," he granted.

"How loosely?" she asked.

He laughed. Then, sensing her disappointment, he looked into her eyes for a few moments.

"I'll tell you this," he said. "Everything in those stories is either something I've done, or is a fantasy of mine – something I want to do."

"Where's the line?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked in return.

"Which are experiences, and which are fantasies?" she asked.

He smiled.

"If I told you that, it might ruin the book," he said.

Neither spoke for nearly a minute.

"I wish I could be more like Gaby," she said, at last.

"How?" he asked.

"More open to new things," she said. "I mean, I'm no prude, but some of things she does – that you wrote about her doing – they just...I don't know."

"Turned you on?" he asked.

She turned her head away from him.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," he said. "I wrote the stories to turn people on. Fuck, I started writing them because they turned me on."

"Really?" she asked, looking into his eyes.

"Absolutely," he assured her.

She shifted in her seat.

"So, what do you like so much about Gaby?" he asked.

"I don't know," Linda said. "She takes chances. She loses control. And, she's a bit...dangerous."

"Well, she gives the control to Ben because she trusts him," Brian said. "She knows he loves her, and while she likes to be dominated, she knows he won't hurt her. They're a perfectly matched couple. They love each other. They can give and take, and talk about everything. And, there's no jealousy. That's why it's fantasy."

She laughed.

"Maybe that's what I want," she said. "I want to do all the things I read about in your book, but I need someone to take control...someone I can trust."

"Find him...or her," he said.

"It's not that easy," she said.

"So, no boyfriend?" he asked.

"I'm seeing someone," she said, almost reluctantly.

"But..." he said.

"He just...I don't know," she said, then paused for a moment. "Guys my age seem to think taking control means slapping my ass a few times, calling me their whore, and then forcing their cock down my throat until I gag."

"A big old thank you to modern porn," Brian sighed.

"It's not that I necessarily object to any of those things, but the guys just don't seem to get that I want to cum, too," she said, trailing off. "Your male characters understand."

"I don't know if it's an age thing, or an individual thing," Brian said. "I love making a woman cum. I love seeing her face; hearing the sounds she makes; feeling her body react. So, I guess that trickles down to the characters I write."

The other thing I hate, is when guys I've been with talk to their friends," she said. "I usually end up being called weird, or slut, or worse."

"There's no such thing as a 'slut,'" Brian said. "There's nothing wrong with liking to have sex. Or, liking to do things other people don't like."

"I know," she said, "but..."

"I've learned a lot of things in my life," he said, interrupting her. "And, one of the most important is that it doesn't mean shit. In a hundred years, you'll be dead, and very little of this will matter. What people think of you now or then won't mean a damned thing. Sure, you can change the world; bring about peace in the Middle East; cure cancer; win a dozen awards – it won't affect how your private life is judged. Whether you like to be handcuffed and spanked, or you get caught running naked through Times Square; if you like to be dominant or submissive; even if your ex- posts your 'No, Baby, I swear I'm the only one who'll ever see it' sex tape on-line; it might rate a line or two in your Wikipedia entry, and that's it. And, if you're dead – and if everyone you know, and who judged you, is dead too – what will you care? Too many people in this world give a shit about things that don't matter a bit; especially other people's shit. I figure, if you're not hurting someone else, and what you're doing works for you, fuck what other people think."

"I try to think like that," she said.

"It took me a long time to develop that attitude," Brian said. "Do you know why it took so long for me to publish Ben & Gabrielle? It wasn't because I couldn't find a publisher. Christ! After that 50 Shades crap came out, a monkey with a typewriter could publish erotica. It was because I worried about what people would think; what my parents would think; what their friends might say. I finally decided it didn't matter. Erotica is only part of what I write, and if they don't like it, they don't have to read it. And, if that's what I'm remembered for, so be it."

"I'll try," she said.

"Don't wait around thinking there will be a better time," he said. "There won't be. There is only time, and it goes a lot faster than you realize. Before you know it, you'll be 30. You'll go from 30 to 40 in about 10 minutes. And, from 40 to 50 even faster. Einstein, or Hawking, or whoever might argue with me, but time really does speed up as you get older."

He fell silent for a few moments.

"Oh, and one more thing," he said, raising his glass toward her. "Don't spend too much time sitting around, listening to old men spout off about what you should be doing."

She laughed.

"You're not old," she said.

"Sadly, I am," he said, "in body, at least. When I was your age, I thought 30 was old, and that I'd never get there. Shit, there were a few days when I was in the Army, I didn't think I'd make it to 22. Now, I'm 45 and there's very little I wouldn't trade to go back to 25 knowing what I know now."

"But, you can't go back," she said, before he could. "You have to do what you can with the time you've got, right?"

"That's right," he said, laughing.

She laughed, too. At that moment, the music playing on the first floor changed. The volume dropped significantly, and the pounding beat of dance music was replaced with a generic pop song. The whirling, multi-colored lights disappeared, and the overheads on the first floor came on. The large fluorescent lights increased the indirect illumination reaching the balcony.

Must be closing time, Brian thought.

"I should get back downstairs. My people are probably wondering where I disappeared to," she said, finally. "Thank you for talking to me like this."

She stood up, then turned to open her bag. After rifling through it for a few seconds, she pulled out a copy of Brian's book.

"Do you have the kitchen sink in there?" Brian asked.

"Everything but," she said. "I carry all the stuff I think we might possibly need in almost any situation."

"Ah, I like a woman who is prepared for anything," he said.

"Could I ask you to autograph this for me?" she asked, holding out the book.

"I'll tell you what," he said. "I'll sign it, if you do something for me."

"Of course," she said. "Anything you want."

"Take off your panties," he said, matter-of-factly.

She hesitated, not sure she'd heard him correctly.

"What?" she asked, quietly.

"Take off your panties," he said again, slowly enunciating each word as she looked at him.

"I can't..." she began, her face flushing the dim light. "There are people..."

"I thought you said you wanted to try being more like Gaby," he said.

"I do," she said, "but, not here."

"Do you want to just read and daydream about being like Gaby, or do you want to do it?" he asked.

She didn't answer.

"I'm not going to ask again, Linda," he said. "Do it right now."

She turned her head and looked down the aisle, trying to see the people in the other booths. After a moment, she placed the book on the table and moved her hands to the front of her dress. Still unsure, she crouched slightly, moved her hands under the fabric, and up her legs.

She looked into his eyes. His did not waver from hers.

As he watched, she slipped her fingers inside the top of her panties and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them, carefully. He reached out with his left hand to steady her, and she took his hand with her right.

She held up a pair of flesh-colored lace boyshorts, hooked on the first two fingers of her left hand, displaying them for him.

"Come here," he said, gently pulling her toward him.

She stepped closer. He released her hand and took the underwear from her. He dropped the delicate fabric on the table, and then pushed the heavy wooden table to the other side of the booth. He scooted himself back, giving her some space.

She stood, looking into his eyes in the dim light.

"Show me," he said.

Again, she hesitated. He waited.

Slowly, she grasped the hem of her dress, and lifted it upward until her hands reached her waist.

Brian lowered his eyes to her cleanly shaven pubic region.

"Touch it," he said.

She bunched up her dress in her left hand, and moved her right downward. Moving her left foot a few inches on the left – spreading her legs slightly – she slipped her fingers between her legs.

She moaned softly as her middle finger brushed her clit.

"That's right, get them wet," he said, as she moved her fingers against her lips.

He spread her legs farther.

"Put them inside," he ordered.

This time she complied immediately, slipping her forefinger into her wetness. After a few strokes, her middle finger joined the first.

"Is it wet?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Faster," he said.

She did as he ordered. Only a minute later, he saw her mouth fall open, and her knees bend slightly, as if wanting to buckle.

"Are you close?" he asked.

"Yessss," she hissed.

He smiled for a moment.

"Stop," he demanded.

It took a few seconds for his command to register in her brain.

"What?" she said, confused.

"You heard me," he said.

She pulled her hand from between her legs.

"Clean off your fingers," he said.

As he watched, she moved her fingers to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked them slowly, tasting her juices. After a moment, she took the fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, cleaning them thoroughly.

He moved his right hand to his crotch and adjusted himself through his pants. Her eyes followed his hand.

"Put your foot up here," he said, patting the blood red vinyl.

She complied, silently, taking a step closer and placing her right foot between his legs, on the seat.

Brian placed his hands on the toe of her boot. He let his fingers trail over the leather for a moment. He lifted his head and looked at her face as he moved his hands upward. When his fingers touched the skin above her boot, a small moan escaped her lips.

He trailed his fingers over her warm skin. Without breaking eye contact, he placed his left hand on her hip. His right slowly moved up her calf, over her knee, under her dress, and along her thigh. She trembled as he moved higher. Her head fell back and her mouth fell open as his fingers found her sex.

"Oh, my God," she whispered.

"Mmmm, so hot," he said, smiling.

He slid his forefinger between her wet lips. Moving it back and forth several times, it quickly became slick with her juices. Turning his right hand slightly, he let his fingers brush her clit.

She gasped.

"Take your top down," Brian said.

She looked toward the other booths again. She couldn't see the other people, but she felt sure their eyes were locked on her.

"I..." she began.

Brian slipped his middle finger into her pussy, pushing until his second knuckle entered her. She grabbed at his wrist with her left hand.

"Yesss," she hissed.

He added his forefinger to her wetness and her left knee nearly buckled. She reached out to steady herself by grabbing his shoulder with her right hand. Her nails dug into his skin.

Brian reached up with his left hand and pulled the strap of her dress off her shoulder. She released his wrist and reached up to pull the other strap. The top slid down to her waist, exposing her flawless A-cup breasts. He placed his hand on her right breast and felt her hard nipple brushing against his palm.

He pushed his fingers deeper inside her. Her leg trembled as she tried to remain standing. She tried to lower her right leg to the floor, to steady herself.

"No," he said, loudly and slapped her nipple hard.

"Fuck," she nearly screamed, stopping herself knowing everyone in the club would hear.

"Don't fucking move," he ordered.

"Please," she whispered.

He slapped her nipple again, while burying his fingers in her cunt. Her body jumped at the mix of pleasure and pain.

Knowing she couldn't remain standing much longer, he pulled her to him, spinning her body so she sat on his lap, facing away from him.

Her ass rubbed against his hard cock through his pants as she wiggled on top of him. His right hand returned to her crotch and he rubbed her clit hard. With his left hand, he took hold of her hair, and pulled her head back.

"Make me cum," she pleaded.

He pulled harder on her hair.

"Beg me," he said.

"Pleeease, Sir," she whispered. "I need to...I need to cum."

He gave her nipple another sharp slap.

"Do not call me 'Sir'," he growled, as she moaned.

She writhed on top of him, and he began to feel small tremors running through her body. Knowing she was on the verge of orgasm, he removed his hands from her body, dropping them to his sides.

"Nooo," she pleaded. "I'm gonna cummm..."

Her breath came in short huffs as she continued to grind herself against him. Her body began to convulse and he realized he'd waited too long, pushing her too close to the edge before stopping.

"Don't cum," he said in her ear.

"Oh, God! I..." she began, but a wave of pleasure washed over her, and her speech dissolved into a long moan.

Worried she would fall off him, he put his arms around her. Her body contorted and her knees came up toward her chest. She dug her fingernails into his arms, scratching his skin.

Brian twisted his head to watch her face as she came. He could tell she was fighting the urge to cry out.

Again, he pushed his right hand between her legs. His fingers quickly found her clit and he rubbed fast and hard. She nearly screamed as another orgasm rocked her body before the first had died away. Her body shook on top of his and she fought to breathe.

"Please..." she tried to begin.

He ignored her attempt to speak, continuing to move his fingers. Squirming, she whimpered and gasped as he drove her toward the edge yet again.

A minute later, as the waves of her third orgasm receded, her body went limp on top of him. He moved his fingers away from her clit, letting them trail over the skin of her inner thighs, then up to her stomach. His left hand rested on her hip, steadying her.

"Are you OK?" he asked, as diminishing aftershocks continued to run through her body.

She turned her head. It took a few moments for her to collect herself.

"I don't know," she said. "I just came so hard I can't feel anything right now."

"Just relax for a minute," he said. "Then, we'll start with your punishment."

Her eyes went wide.

"Punishment?" she asked. "For what?"

"You came after I told you not to," he said.

"I couldn't help it," she cried. "You made me."

He moved his left hand to her chest and slapped her nipple. Her body jumped as if hit by a jolt of electricity.

"I'm sorry," she cried.

"Don't apologize for your pleasure," he said. "That's the whole point of this. But, you did disobey me. Now you have to be punished, so you'll learn."

"How?" she questioned.

Brian turned his head to look toward the other booths. The brighter lights from the lower level allowed him to see three were occupied by couples. At the moment, they each seemed to be minding their own business, though Brian felt sure some of them had been watching before he turned his head.


Unexpected Submission Ch. 01



Linda followed his gaze.

"Go ask them to come over and watch," Brian told her.

She shook her head. He slapped her left nipple and she let out a small yelp of pain.

"Don't disobey me again, Linda," he said, loudly.

She stood slowly, making sure her legs would hold her up after she'd cum so hard.

"Which ones?" she asked.

"All of them," he replied, coolly.

She pulled at her dress, attempting to straighten it. He pulled her hands away.

"No," he said. "Take it off."

She turned to look at him. He remained silent and grabbed at the fabric, pulling it away from her body.

"But, I..." she started, but stopped.

She let the dress slip over her hips. Brian held it up, keeping it off the floor. He lowered it enough so she could step out it, placing her right hand on his shoulder as she did.

He straightened up and dropped the dress next to him on the seat.

Now nude, except for her ankle boots, Linda stood in front of him.

"Go on," he directed.

"What should I say?" she asked.

"Tell them you'd like them to watch me punish you," he said.

Though still unsure, she walked toward the nearest occupied booth. The couple there had been kissing, but at Linda's approach they – understandably – gave her their undivided attention. Brian couldn't hear what she said to them, but he could just make out their heads nodding.

Linda moved on to the next booth.

Another minute passed. Brian watched one couple get up and leave the balcony after Linda spoke to them, but she soon returned, followed by a young – mid-20s, Brian guessed – couple who stayed a few feet away from the booth.

Brian stood up and leaned close to Linda.

"Good girl," he whispered.

She smiled at him.

"Bend over the table," he ordered.

This time, she didn't hesitate. She placed her hands on the wooden top and leaned slightly, sticking out her ass. He waited a moment. She looked back at him over her left shoulder.

"I said bend over," he said, putting a hand on the hot skin of her shoulder and roughly pushing her down until her upper body rested on the cool wood.

The boots she wore made her tall enough that bending over so far left her ass up in the air. Brian looked down at her perfect cheeks. He wanted nothing more than open his pants and plunge his aching cock into her. He battled with his libido, however, forcing himself to stay in control.

"Spread your legs," he ordered.

She did so, as the couple watching positioned themselves for the best view of her pussy. Brian ignored them as he stood beside Linda. Placing his right hand on her ass, he let his fingers brush against her wet lips. Her body jumped as if struck by electricity.

He paused for a moment, then pulled his hand away from her ass. Her body tensed in anticipation, knowing what was about to happen.

Brian brought his hand down forcefully, giving her ass a firm slap.

"Fuck," Linda hissed.

She tried to stand, but Brian held her firmly in place. Turning her head to look back at him, she quickly gave up resisting.

He struck her cheeks again. She grunted at the pain.

Before she'd finished reacting, he moved his fingers back to her cunt, rubbing her gently.

"Oh, God..." she moaned, while clawing at the far side of the table.

He removed his left hand from her shoulder and slipped it under her hip, reaching back between her legs. His fingers found her clit and as her body reacted, he used his right hand to spank her ass again.

Her body trembled.

"That's right," he whispered, "enjoy the mix of pleasure and pain."

"More," she croaked.

He smiled. Raising his hand, he smacked her harder, the sound of his hand meeting her firm ass echoed around the balcony.

Her body jumped, and she suppressed a scream.

"Motherfuck..." she began.

Before she finished, he slipped two fingers into her wetness and she gasped.

He slapped her again. Even in the dim light, he could see her ass cheeks already turning red, and he could feel the heat of her skin.

Brian turned to look at the couple watching them. The woman – her back to Brian – was now kneeling in front of the man. Her head bobbed up and down, and though he couldn't see exactly what was happening, Brian didn't need to be a rocket surgeon to figure it out. As the woman pleasured him with her mouth, the man struggled to keep his eyes open and locked on Linda.

"Look at this," he said, turning back to Linda.

She twisted her body to look.

"Oh, yes," she whispered.

Brian motioned to the man. He asked him to turn slightly so he and Linda could see his cock disappearing into the woman's mouth. He did so.

"Stand up, turn around, and sit on the edge of the table," Brian said, to Linda.

She complied.

"Watch them," he said.

Brian knelt between her legs. His lips touched the side of her left knee, and moved slowly upward. He kissed his way to her thigh, then to her left hip bone. He gently bit the skin there, before proceeding downward.

As his tongue trailed over her mons pubis, he noticed a small, circular discoloration. Even in the semi-dark he realized it was a tattoo, but didn't stop to look closely. He maneuvered over the inked skin, and down to her cunt, tasting her juices.

Linda gasped and her head fell back. She placed her hands behind her, spreading her fingers on the top of the table for support.

He grabbed her legs and draped them over his shoulders, then grabbed her hips, and held her tightly as he tried to thrust his tongue inside her.

"Fuuuuck," she cried.

He attacked her pussy with his mouth, and the table shook as she wiggled against his face. She grabbed his head with her right hand, pulling at his short hair, trying to force him farther into her.

Looking up, he watched her chest rise and fall and she struggled to breathe. He could see her mouth moving, but with her legs pressed against his ears, he couldn't make out her words. He moved his right hand, letting her leg fall from his shoulder. Her words were unintelligible and even though his tongue was inside her, he smiled.

Without further delay, he moved his mouth to her clit, taking it between his lips, and sucking it gently. His free hand moved to her pussy and he pushed two fingers inside her. Her body stiffened and she held her breath for several seconds.

He moved his fingers in and out of her, increasing the force and speed of his penetration. Her breath came in great sobs and she clawed at his head.

"Yessss," she hissed. "I'm gonna cum."

Brian felt the muscles of her pussy clutch at his fingers. He struggled to keep them inside her, thrusting deep as her body began shaking. Her left leg returned to his shoulder, squeezing him, and her body bucked violently as she came again.

The convulsions lasted for more than a minute. He kept his left hand on her right hip as she writhed against him.

As the tremors of pleasure subsided, he let his slick fingers slip from her wetness. Taking his mouth from her clit, he stood. Her legs slid downward, and her feet again touched the floor. He kissed his way up her body quickly. He found her lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

She kissed back as his fingers lightly caressed her clit, trying to extend her orgasm. Her body jumped at his touch and she moaned into his mouth.

Brian heard a noise behind him and turned his head. The man who had been watching them grimaced, his eyes closed tightly. He gripped his partner's head with both hands, holding himself deep in her throat.

He turned back to Linda and gently pulled her to her feet. She wobbled slightly, her legs unsteady, and he held her against the left side of his body.

"Watch him cum," Brian said.

The man's mouth fell open and he fought for breath. His body bucked against the woman. Brian could imagine him filling the woman's mouth with his cum.

He felt Linda's warm body against his, and knew he had to have more.

Brian turned and pushed her back to the edge of the table. He quickly opened his pants. Pushing them over his hips, his erect cock sprung free. He moved between her legs and she reached out to touch him.

"No," he said, brushing away her hands.

"Please," she said. "I want to feel it."

He slapped her left nipple. She groaned at the pain.

"Greedy girls get punished," he said. "Put your hands behind your back."

She obeyed.

He stepped closer and guided the tip of his cock across her clit. Her body jumped at the sensation. He moved his hardness back and forth over her bud, then slipped down her wet lips.

She moaned as he pushed himself against her, aching to be inside her. Just before he entered her, the last rational thought remaining in his pleasure-clouded brain bubbled to the surface and he stopped.

"What's wrong?" she asked, looking at him.

"Nothing," he said.

He wanted to fuck her. At this moment, he wanted it more than anything in the world; burying his hard cock deep inside her, moving in and out until he exploded. The desire clouded his sense.

"Fuck me," she said, almost begging him.

It took the very last vestige of his self-control to resist slamming himself into her. But, he realized he needed to control himself in order to teach her to let him control her.

"No," he said. "Not yet."

He took a step back.

"Please," she cried. "Don't stop now."

He raised his hand toward her chest.

"I'm sorry," she said, quickly.

Movement behind caught his attention. He turned to see the couple who'd been watching them moving away. The woman smiled and waved goodbye to Brain and Linda.

"Get on your knees," he said, again looking at Linda. "It's my turn."

She slipped off the table and knelt in front of him. She looked up into his eyes. He ran the fingers of his right hand over her lips. She stuck out her tongue to taste herself on his skin.

She moaned around his fingers.

"Want more?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered. "Please."

With his left hand, he grabbed the hair at the back of her head. He pulled, tilting her head back a few inches. She gasped, her mouth staying open as he looked down at her.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered.

She strained to look at his cock.

"I want you in my mouth," she said.

"What do you want in your mouth?" he asked, pulling her hair harder.

"Your cock," she whispered. "I want to feel your cock in my mouth. I want to taste your cock in my mouth."

He took his hardness in his right hand and stroked it slowly.

"Say please," he told her.

"Pleeeease," she hissed, trying to move closer to him.

Holding her hair firmly, he moved close enough to allow his cock to trace over her lips.

"Mmmm," she murmured, as she tried to take him between her lips.

He groaned as he let her warm mouth envelope the head of his cock. Her tongue danced over the tip, licking away the drop of pre-cum there, and his body stiffened.

She took him deeper, sliding her lips down the tight skin of his shaft. She wrapped her right hand around his girth and gave it half a dozen hard strokes.

He released her hair. Letting his left hand fall to her shoulder, his fingers grabbed at her damp skin.

"That's it," he mumbled. "Take it deep."

Moving her left hand to his ass, she pulled him toward her, forcing the head of his cock into her throat. She grunted as he placed both hands on her head. He held her in place, feeling her throat clutch at his cock, as if trying to swallow him whole.

"Oh, fuck, yes," he groaned.

Linda dug her nails into his fleshy cheeks, but did not attempt to pull away from him. Brian could hear her struggling to breathe through her nose, as she held him there for almost a minute.

He realized he couldn't last much longer – he needed to cum. Using his right hand, he pulled his throbbing cock from her mouth.

"Look at me," he said, grabbing her chin with his left hand and lifting her face upward. "Pucker your lips."

Her eyes met his as he began stroking his cock, letting it brush her lips. Again, he moved his left hand to her hair.

"Give it to me," she whispered. "Give me that fucking cum. I want to taste it."

Her sudden assertiveness pushed him to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum all over those pretty little lips," he grunted.

"Yes, right now! Cum for me," she demanded.

She opened her mouth and once more took the head of his cock between her lips.

Surprised, he moaned as his body began to convulse. He tried to pull his cock out of her mouth as his first stream of cum hit the back of her throat. She struggled to stay upright and keep her lips around him as his body bucked hard against her.

"Fuck," he hissed, through gritted teeth.

He finally freed himself from her mouth and fired a stream of cum onto her lips and cheek.

She closed her eyes.

"No," he said, pulling her hair, "look at me."

Her eyes opened again, staring into his.

More cum hit her face and she moaned as the warm fluid ran down her chin. He moved his hand back and forth along his shaft, jerking himself onto her.

He guided his cock back to her lips and pushed himself into her mouth.

"Get it all out," he demanded.

She took him deep, letting him slide into her throat and holding him there for several seconds as she drew out the last few drops of his cum. His body quivered as she continued sucking his now hyper-sensitive cock. His knees nearly buckled as her efforts seemed to drain the energy from his entire body.

Once sure he was milked dry, she let him slip from her mouth, though he held her hair tightly until his orgasm subsided completely. He looked down at her face. His cum coated her lips and chin, and had splattered onto the tip of her nose and both cheeks.

As he watched, she tipped her head down, opened her mouth, and let cum and saliva dribble out and drip onto her chest.

"Oh, God," he moaned, watching the gooey liquid run down her body.

As Brian's strength returned, he released Linda's hair. She looked up at him.

"We made a mess," she said, smiling.

"Stand up," he said, reaching out to help her.

He picked up her boyshorts from the table. Turning them inside-out, he reached up toward her face.

"What are you doing?" she asked, pulling back.

He grabbed her and held her close.

"Shhh," he admonished.

Using the lace panties like a small towel, he gently wiped her face and chest, cleaning her as much as possible. Once he finished, he turned the underwear right side out and handed them to Linda.

"Put them on," he said.

"What?" she said, more than asked.

"You heard me," he said.

"You're crazy," she protested. "They're wet and sticky now."

"Don't make me repeat myself, Linda," he said, quietly.

She did as he ordered, sliding them up her legs and pulling them snuggly into place.

"You took some big steps tonight," he said. "Trust, submission, exhibitionism, a little S&M."

Linda looked down at the floor.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured her.

He reached out, placed two fingers under her chin, and lifted her face until she looked at him.

"You've got more to learn," he said. "But, as you do, you'll get more and more confident, and allow yourself to enjoy the pleasure submission can bring."

She gave him a small nod.

"May I clean myself?" she asked, quietly.

"Yes," he said, as he closed his pants.

She reached into her purse and removed a make-up compact. Clicking it open, she checked her face using its small mirror. Pulling several tissues from a packet, she wiped her face, lips, neck, and chest. Then took a few moments to clean her glasses.

"Did I miss any?" she asked.

He leaned close to inspect her.

"Looks OK to me," he said.

She retrieved her dress from the seat where Brian had dropped it. As he watched her get dressed, Brian took a small notepad from the pocket of his t-shirt. After scratching a few figures on a piece of paper, he tore it out.

Linda collected her bag, and lifted the copy of Brian's book from the table.

"Hey, you didn't autograph my book," she said.

"I'll sign it at the hotel," he said.

"What hotel?" she questioned.

He handed her the paper. She took it and read the name of his hotel, and the room number.

"I'll be there," she said.

She reached out to take his arm, but he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She leaned against him, and he steadied her as they walked toward the stairs to the first floor.

"I know," he said, quietly.

"How?" she asked.

"Because," he assured her, "you're mine now."



Unexpected Submission Ch. 02



Brian pulled back the heavy curtains and sat in a gaudy upholstered chair he'd turned so he could look out the large windows. He'd shut off the lights to wait, and though his two-bedroom suite was located on the top floor, New York City gave the room a soft glow. He gazed eastward, across Central Park. His eyes traced over the buildings outlined against the black horizon.

It may be the city that never sleeps, he thought, but right now may be the closest it comes.

He'd met Linda - a woman more than 15 years his junior - at a nightclub where she'd helped arrange a book signing for a collection of his erotic short stories. She'd confessed to being a fan of his work, and that she wished she could be more like the female lead in his stories. He pressed her, asking for her panties in return for an autograph on her copy of his book. Wanting to see how far she would go, he pushed her...and she had submitted herself to him completely. When they finished, he gave her the number of his hotel room, knowing she would come.

After leaving the club he made two stops. First, at an adult bookstore - possibly the last one in Manhattan - where he purchased several items. Next, he found a drug store and spent several minutes in the bath and beauty aisle staring at a hundred brands of shampoo. Finally, he decided on one which, he remembered from its TV commercial, seemed to make women orgasm as they washed their hair. The memory made him smile as he walked toward the cashier.

Arriving in his room, he set about cleaning the toys, before arranging them on the nightstand in the bedroom. He'd taken a few minutes to brush his teeth and use mouthwash. Inspecting his face in the mirror, he was disappointed in the age he saw there. He quickly - and with a few choice words - resigned himself to the fate time had thrust upon him.

The phone on the end table interrupted his contemplation. Trying to remain patient, he let it ring four times before he answered it. The young night clerk announced he had a visitor.

"Please send her up," he said, simply.

Brian glanced at the clock next to the phone - 3:51am. He walked to the door, opened it slightly, then returned to his chair by the window. She arrived several minutes later. He heard a few soft knocks on the door before she pushed it open. Light from the hallway spilled through the entranceway and into the sitting room, illuminating the space between them.

"Hello?" she said, unsure.

"Come in," he answered, without turning his head.

She closed the door, and he heard the metallic click of the lock as it snapped into place. Linda turned and walked toward the figure silhouetted against the window.

"I'm glad you came," he said.

"Several times," she said, referring to their activities at the club.

He smiled, though she couldn't see it.

"Did you go home before you came here?" he asked.

"No, I came straight from the club," she answered, standing next to his chair.

"Good girl," he said, rising.

Brian slipped behind her as she looked out the window, but remained silent for several moments.

"It's a beautiful view," she said, finally. "Even in the dark."

"It certainly is," he agreed.

He offered her a seat. She declined, but placed her bag on the chair.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"I think I've had enough tonight," she laughed.

"I have water, juice, and soda," he said.

She politely refused. He nodded as he placed his hands on her hips.

"Have you ever used a safe word, Linda?" he asked.

"No," she whispered, slowly shaking her head side to side.

"Do you know what it is?" he continued.

"Yes," she said.

"If I do something you don't like, or if I'm hurting you, just say apple, and I'll stop," he assured her.

"You can do anything you want," she said.

"You don't even know what I might do," he said.

"I trust you," she said.

"Linda, this is about your pleasure as much as mine," Brian said. "If there's something you want me to do, or if something feels good, I want to know."

She looked at the floor. He rotated her body and his right hand moved upward. Placing two fingers under her chin, he lifted, bringing her eyes up to meet his.

"I'm serious," he said.

His fingers slipped from her chin as she nodded her understanding.

"Please come with me," he said, holding out his hand.

Linda picked up her bag, intertwined her fingers with his, and he led her to the bedroom. As in the sitting room, the lights were out and the curtains open. She put her bag on a chair near the foot of the king-sized bed and turned to face him. Moving closer, he took a few moments to gaze at her beautiful face in the dim light.

"Get undressed and join me," he said, finally.

Leaving her, he walked into the bathroom. He flipped on the light, but did not close the door. While he waited, he reached in the spacious shower stall and turned on the water. As it warmed, he stripped off his clothing. Linda walked in a minute later, nude, holding her panties in her right hand.

"May I rinse out my underwear?" she asked.

"Of course," he said, remembering that earlier in the night he'd used them to wipe his cum off her face and chest.

He admired her body as she stood at the sink. Starting at her feet, his gaze traveled up her bronze skin, over her ass and back, to her chestnut brown hair. The mirror allowed him to see her face and her perfect A-cup breasts. She looked up and saw him watching her. Her green eyes sparkled, and she smiled. Brian stepped into the shower as she hung the flesh-colored lace boyshorts on a towel rack.

Linda pulled the scrunchy from her ponytail, and tossed it on the counter as he reached out to her through the open door. Linda removed her glasses and placed them next to the sink before taking his hand. She stepped in and moved close to him - his large, 6'3" frame dwarfed her 5'5". Capturing her shoulders, he gently turned her body.

Easing her under the spray of hot water, he watched the streams hit her skin and disintegrate into droplets which splattered against the dark sand colored marble tiles and glass of the stall. She spun gradually. Again facing away from him, she tilted her head and for nearly a minute doused her hair.

"It feels so good," she said as the water ran over her. "It'll help sweat out the vodka."

Brian reached for the shampoo as she straightened, and then pushed her hair back, letting it fall straight down her spine. He poured a generous amount of the fragrant goo directly on the top of her head.

"Smells good," she said, as he returned the bottle to the shower caddy. "What kind is it?"

He told her, then related why he'd chosen it, and she laughed as his hands weaved into her mane. He massaged her scalp, gently washing her hair - taking his time, almost teasing her - letting the long strands slip between his fingers. As her breathing deepened, she reached out and placed one hand on the glass, the other on the tiles opposite. Finished, he held her head firmly, guiding her back to the drizzle emanating from the showerhead. For a few moments, her body relaxed, then her hands came to her hair and his retreated as she rinsed. Twisting, he picked up the bodywash.

Squeezing the bottle, he filled his right palm with emerald green gel. He rubbed his hands together, then reached out and placed them on her shoulder blades. Sliding them downward, he gently lathered her body, cleaning her with care. As his fingers slid around her waist, a small moan escaped her lips, and she leaned back against him. She felt his hardness press against her slippery ass, the shaft slithering up between her cheeks.

Deliberately, he moved upward, teasing her nipples as he cupped her breasts. Her hips swayed as she grabbed his hands, trying to direct him, but he resisted.

"Please," she said, looking back at him.

"Patience," he whispered, then kissed her mouth.

She tried to reach back and touch him, dragging her nails over the skin of his thighs.

"I know you want me," she said, twisting her right arm in an attempt to grab his cock.

Taking half a step backward, he captured her wrists.

"You know what happens to greedy girls," he growled.

He forced her hands out in front of her.

"Put your hands on the wall," he ordered.

She complied, bending slightly at the waist, her fingers splayed wide on the wet tile at the front of the shower - the streams hitting her lower back. He shifted close to her.

"Keep them there," he said.

Linda began to turn her head when he delivered a hard slap to her right butt cheek. She yelped in pain, and her hands almost left the wall.

"Motherfucker," she hissed.

"Did you say something?" he asked, quietly.

Before she could answer, he struck her again. She fought to stifle a moan as she clawed at the tiles. Her feet parted and he took a small step to his right as his left hand drifted along the crack of her ass. She gasped as his fingers slipped between her legs and caressed both holes simultaneously.

"Oh, God," she sighed.

"Do you want to cum, again?" he asked.

"Pleeeease," she responded. "I want you to fuck me."

In truth, he wanted nothing more - he ached to thrust himself inside her, pressing her against the wall as he rammed himself into her - but he restrained his desire. He rubbed her clit lightly as he nudged a fingertip against her asshole. Her body stiffened under his touch, and Brian stared at her face.

"Not yet, my dear," he said, shaking his head slowly.

A groan escaped her throat as she closed her eyes tightly and let her head hang down toward the floor of the stall. He continued, and her breathing quickened. His right hand drifted to her right shoulder. Holding her firmly, he turned his left hand and cautiously inserted the tips of the first two fingers. She tried to push back toward him, but he withdrew, and applied pressure with the palm of his right hand, holding her in place. He leaned over, his mouth near her ear.

"Don't fucking move," he growled.

He stood up quickly, let go of her shoulder, and again clapped her ass. She squealed.

"Understand?" he asked.

She nodded. He delivered another blow to her flesh.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I understand," she managed after another short bark.

Brian pushed his fingers forward, slipping them farther inside her. She sighed loudly and her cunt contracted around him. His right hand returned to her clit and he rubbed hard. Her body jumped.

"Shit," she cried.

He could feel the tension building in her and thrust his fingers deeper, reaching his last knuckle. Without pausing, he began working his fingers in and out while manipulating her button. He watched goose bumps rise on her skin, and felt tremors running through her. A long moan resonated through the fog of steam filling the stall.

"Yessss," she hissed.

He pulled away.

"Don't stop," she yelled, trying to stand up.

Brian put his hands on her back and held her in position. His hand slapped against her skin once more.

"I was about to cum," she protested.

"I know," he said, flatly.

"Then why?" she questioned.

"Stand up straight," he ordered.

She complied and he pushed himself against her, forcing her chest to the tiles at the front of the stall. His cock brushing her inner thighs, and his hands slipped around her; his left crossing her breasts, he squeezed her nipple; his right wormed its way down her stomach to her sex.

"You must learn to ask if you may cum," he whispered.

"You want me to beg?" she retorted.

His fingers retreated from her flesh.

"OK, I will," she insisted quickly. "I promise."

"I know," he said.

Again, he massaged her clit. She struggled to wiggle her hips, grinding against his cock. It took only a minute for her to approach the edge of orgasm. Her body quivered and her knees threatened to buckle.

"I need to cum," she groaned. "Please, may I cum?"

Once more, he pulled away his hands.

"No," he said. "You haven't earned an orgasm yet."

"What?" she asked, her body slumping back against his.

"You have to earn your orgasm," he said.

"How?" she questioned.

Brian quickly shut off the water. He kissed the side of her neck as the last drops trickled from the showerhead.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he said, taking his lips from her wet skin.

Making sure she could stand on her own, he took a half step backward, then turned and opened the shower door. Wobbling slightly, she followed. Brian wrapped a hotel robe around her. She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging the terry cloth to her body as he rubbed her shoulders and back.

"Do you have a hair brush in that bag of tricks you carry?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"Get it, please," he said.

Linda sauntered away from him, letting her hips rocked back and forth. Brian picked up a towel and dried himself quickly, turning off the bathroom light as he followed her into the bedroom. She rummaged through her bag for a few seconds before producing a brush. He tossed his towel toward the bathroom door and sat down, straddling the corner of the bed.

"Come here," he said.

She approached him. Taking the brush, he scooted back a few inches.

"Turn around and sit down," he ordered.

She complied, pressing her robe-covered ass against his crotch and inner thighs.

"Like this?" she asked, looking at him.

He reached up and used his fingers to pull her hair to the left. Gently, he began combing it; carefully straightening any tangles and knots. Without stopping, he leaned forward and smelled her clean hair. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard him inhale deeply. Her body tingled at his touch; his voice; his delicate control of her. Her skin felt as if electric current were passing through it, threatening to explode her senses.

She tried to calm herself as he backed away and asked about her job. Caught off guard, it took her a moment to respond. He continued to groom her as they discussed her education, and her burgeoning acting and singing career. She revealed that she'd once sung the national anthem at Yankee Stadium.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes," she assured him. "A couple of years ago."

"Wow," he said, sincerely. "That's something I could never do. It's hard enough doing a reading in front of a few dozen people; never mind thousands."

"It's gets easier the more you do it," she said.

"I write so I don't have to talk," he said.

She could feel his hardness against her. Her pussy throbbed under her robe, she could feel the wetness between her legs. After he'd edged her twice in the shower, she needed to cum - her body was demanding orgasm. As if sensing her thoughts, he held the brush in front of her.

"All done," he said.

Taking it, she stood up and turned to face him. His erect cock pointed at her, and her eyes locked on it. She tossed the brush toward her bag and opened the robe, letting it fall silently to the floor.

"I need you to fuck me, Brian," she said.

Ignoring her plea, he rose, and moved to the nightstand.

"Come over here," he said.

He turned on the lamp next to the bed, illuminating the toys he'd purchased - a Silver Bullet vibrator; a small, ruby crystal-headed butt plug; handcuffs; a ball gag; a bottle of water-based lubricant, and a box of condoms. He watched her eyes go wide for a moment as she surveyed the selection. Her mouth opened.

"Do you have something to say?" he asked.

"App-ealing," she said, a smile spreading across her lips. "App-ropriate. App-roval."

Staring at her, he brought his left hand up to her neck. As he squeezed lightly, her mouth fell open. His right hand slid up to grab her newly combed hair. Pulling firmly, he tilted her head back, and freed her neck as he moved his nose to hers.

"A safe word is not something to joke about, young lady," he growled. "Understand?"

Linda managed to nod a fraction of an inch. Brian stayed there another moment, then kissed her neck. Keeping hold of her, he walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. He released her hair, and she gasped as he pushed her down. Something on her lower belly caught his eye, and he remembered catching a glimpse of her tattoo while they played in the club. His fingers traced across the green ink over her pubic bone as he leaned in to examine it closely.

"What does it mean?" he asked.

Her fingers joined his.

"It means 'take flight,' in Chinese," she said.

"Hmmm," he grunted.

"You don't like it?" she asked.

"I do," he countered. "And, it's in an interesting place. I bet the tattoo artist enjoyed doing it. But..."

"What?" she pressed.

"Are you sure it doesn't mean 'a pint of beef and broccoli?'" he teased.

"Noooo," she laughed.

She hadn't stopped when he grabbed her hips and roughly flipped her onto her stomach.

"Ohhhh," she sighed. "I like that."

"Put your hands behind your back," he ordered.

She did so, and he picked up the handcuffs and ball gag. Mounting the bed, he cuffed her wrists, then placed the gag in her mouth. She mumbled something. He looked at her and removed it.

"How can I say the safe word if my mouth if full?" she asked.

"How indeed," he said, with a wicked grin.

Again, he stuffed the plastic ball between her lips, and secured it. Brian stared down at her. Turning her head, she raised her eyes to his - he found it fantastically arousing, as if she were trying to seduce him.

"Get your ass in the air," he ordered. "Up on your knees."

Keeping her face on the bed, she struggled to accomplish what he wanted.

"That is a beautiful fucking sight," he said, looking down at her.

Once more, he grabbed Linda's hips, and dragged her backward until her knees rested on the edge of the bed. Brian picked up the vibrator and then knelt behind her. He rotated the base of the vibe, turning it on to its lowest setting. She whimpered as he slid it up the inside of her right leg. As the toy brushed her lips, Linda's muffled voice rose to a loud moan. Her body began trembling.

"Not yet," he said, loudly.

He slapped her ass and the sound echoed around the room.

"Do not cum, Linda," he ordered.

She muttered something the ball gag rendered unintelligible and he removed the vibrator from her skin. Brian waited several seconds, enjoying the sight - he focused on her glistening lips - as the tension in her body drained away slowly.

"Are you ready, Linda?" he asked.

Her ass wiggled side to side, and he thought he heard a murmur in the affirmative.

"Would you like to cum now?" he asked, needlessly.

"Yeth," she pleaded around the gag.

She couldn't see the smile on his face as he re-activated the vibrator and his face moved closer to her. Almost simultaneously, his tongue pushed against her asshole and the toy contacted her clit. Linda's body surged forward and Brian slipped his right arm around the front of her legs to hold her to him.

"Fuuuuu," she roared, unable to finish the word as pleasure flooded her senses.

A few more seconds passed and her body began bucking violently against his face. He held her firmly - keeping his tongue and the vibe on her flesh - as she came, squealing and convulsing. A groan escaped his throat as he poked at her hole.

Brian did not relent. Forcing Linda down on the bed, he began kissing his way up her back as he carefully guided the tip of the vibrator inside her. Her wetness allowed it to slide in easily and she tried to shimmy backward, taking more of it.

"Pleath," she begged.

He nudged the toy deeper as his tongue trailed up her spine, tasting her salty skin, and as he reached the space between her shoulder blades, she came again, the second orgasm exploding through her before the first had faded completely.

"Good girl," he whispered, moving his mouth close to her right ear. "Enjoy it. Let it wash over you."

As she shook, fighting for breath, he gently let the vibe slip out of her. With his left hand, he fumbled to turn off the slick toy, then dropped it to the bed, letting it rest between her thighs. Linda turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder.




Unexpected Submission Ch. 02



"Would you like more," he asked as their eyes met.

Linda tried to speak, but was prevented from doing so by the gag. Using her eyes, she tried to draw his attention to the reason for her difficulty. He didn't need to be reminded. Reaching up with his left hand, he roughly pulled the ball gag out of place, and it slipped down around her neck. She took a deep breath before he pushed two fingers into her mouth, letting her taste herself on them.

"Mmmm," she purred, as her tongue wound around them for several seconds.

"Well," he said, extracting the digits.

"I want you to fuck me," she said.

His left hand moved to her ass and he slapped her right cheek hard. She yelped in pain.

"You want?" he growled.

"Please," she cried.

He repeated the question and the blow.

"I'm sorry," she stammered.

"Are you giving the orders now?" he asked, raising his hand again.

"No," she said quickly, and repeated her apology.

"I don't think I'm going to let you have my cock yet," he said.

Her bottom lip stuck out in a mock pout. Brian pulled his right arm from under her thighs, reached up with both hands, and wrestled the ball gag back into place. Her attempted objection was muffled. He let his hands travel downward along her body. His fingers left her flesh, he stood, and turned away from her. She twisted her neck, trying to watch him as he moved to the nightstand.

For a few moments, Brian hesitated. Eyeing the items remaining beneath the lamp, he wondered if he might be pushing Linda too far for a first encounter. His voracious desire drove his decision. Making sure she could see, he scooped up the lubricant and the butt plug, then approached her.

"Up, now," he commanded.

Again her hips rose, while he used a thumbnail to flip open the bottle. Tilting it, he squeezed, watching a dozen drops of the gooey liquid fall into the crack of her ass. Linda's body shuddered, and she purred softly, as it oozed down her lips. He closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Using his fingers, he spread the lube around her asshole, teasing her.

"Look at me, Linda," he said.

She did, and he held up the silver and crystal plug - about four inches long and a little more than an inch in circumference at its widest point. Light glinted off its surface and she moaned. Her eyes followed it downward until it disappeared behind the curves of her ass cheeks. The cool metal touched her skin and she flinched.

"Do not move," he said, loudly enunciating each word.

Silently, she nodded several times, her eyes wide. He let the plug glide around her hole, twirling it slowly, coating it with lube. Watching her, he pressed the head against her hole. Her hips shifted forward, no more than an inch. Brian's hand came up, and she stopped, fearing his punishment.

"Relax, Linda," he said, soothingly.

Once more, she indicating that she was prepared, even as her breathing increased. He gently advanced the plug, and she slowly opened as the tip entered her. She sighed around the gag. Brian did not stop, pushing gingerly but smoothly as the steel steadily spread her sphincter. He looked at her face. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was biting down on the gag.

"You're a good girl, Linda," he whispered, patting her hip with his free hand.

Finally, the plug slipped inside her, settling in her rectum as her hole clenched around the stem.

"Thiiiiit," she cried, as her eyes popped open.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

She hesitated a moment, then nodded her head while keeping her eyes on his. Ensuring the plug was secure, he pressed his thumb against the crystal head, forcing it deeper by several millimeters. Linda's hips leaned away from him, but he grabbed her. As she resisted, he slapped her ass - hard. Her body jumped and she tried to scream.

"Turn over," he ordered, when her body relaxed.

As she complied, Brian stepped off the bed and knelt on the floor. He forced her knees apart, slid his hands under her ass, and then pulled her to him. Locating the vibrator, he again activated its motor. Placing the toy on the crack of her ass, he slowly manipulated it until it made contact with the head of the butt plug. Linda's body stiffened as if struck by a bolt of lightening as vibrations rumbled through the steel and into her entire body.

Brian looked into her eyes as he lowered his face toward her. His tongue extended and touched her lips. She tried to speak, but once more the gag rendered her words incoherent. He licked her slowly, trying to control himself. She began to whisper the same thing over and over.

"Mmmm, hmmm."

Her hips began to gyrate, and he thrust his tongue inside her as he fought to keep the vibe on the crystal. He continued this effort for another minute, then his mouth drifted upward to her clit. Taking it between his lips, he flicked it with his tongue. Moving the toy to where his mouth had just been, he let it slide into her pussy. Her thighs quivered and he glanced up her body. Linda's face was twisted into a beautiful grimace. Without delay, he intensified his attack on her bud, lapping at her roughly as he fucked her with the vibrator.

She tried to ride his face, draping her legs over his shoulders, and grinding her hips into him. The short murmurs of pleasure melted into a long moan. Looking at her, he saw her eyes were shut tightly, and her head shook from side to side. He could feel the tremors running through her body and realized she was trying not to cum. Brian hadn't given her permission, and she did not want to defy him. This only made him double his efforts, wanting to see how long she could hold out before she came.

It pleased him that it took only another minute. Her body bucked against him. Brian fought to keep his mouth on her clit as yet another orgasm exploded through her senses and her ass lifted off the bed. He stayed with her, his movements diminishing as he tried to support her. Her body gradually went limp and her cheeks slowly sank to the comforter.

Letting the vibe slip from her wetness, he shut it off, and tossed it aside. He kissed his way up her body. As his lips nuzzled her collarbone, his hands slipped behind her neck to unsnap the ball gag.

"I'm sorry, I came without your permission," she stammered as soon as he removed it.

"Shhhh," he said, before kissing her, letting her taste herself on his mouth.

She kissed back, pushing her tongue against his. They stayed like that for more than a minute, fighting for air, each breathing in the other.

"Are you ready for more?" Brian asked, parting their lips.

"Yes, Sir," she mewed.

He slapped her face lightly.

"I told you not to call me sir," he said.

"I'm sorry," she said, a grin spreading across her lips.

"You're a naughty girl," he said.

She nodded at him.

"Bad girls get punished, don't they?" she asked.

His right hand came up to her neck. She gasped as he seized her, squeezing hard enough to cut off her breath. At the same time, he pulled her up to a sitting position - which served to press the butt plug into her ass.

"That's right," he growled, as her mouth opened in a faint moan. "They do."

He held her there motionless, waiting. Initially, she didn't react, but suddenly realized he wasn't letting go, and her eyes went wide in panic. Her mouth opened and she tried to speak as she tried to wrest herself from his grasp - her efforts only making the plug jiggle inside her.

"What?" he asked, rhetorically. "I can't hear you."

"Pleeeeease," she croaked.

"Please, what?" he asked, releasing his grip by a fraction of an inch.

She inhaled deeply before replying.

"Can I make you cum, Brian?" she asked.

He looked at for a long moment, both surprised and pleased by the question.

"I don't know," he replied, sarcastically. "Can you?"

"I'd like to try," she whispered.

He shoved her down to the bed roughly, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her stomach. She looked back at him, curious to know what he'd do next. Leaving the bed, he walked to the nightstand. His back to her, he tore open the box of condoms, and poured out several. Snagging one of the golden foil packets, he ripped it, and extracted the latex.

His balls were aching as he clumsily rolled the prophylactic down his length. When he turned toward her, her eyes traced over his body and settled on his cock. Before returning to her, he scooped up the keys to the handcuffs binding her wrists.

"Lift your ass, again, Linda," he commanded.

As she complied, he climbed on the bed, positioning himself behind her. His cock poked the cheeks of her ass and she pushed back toward him, again looking at him over her shoulder. His fingers traveled over the skin of her hips, then her back, until reaching her wrists. He quickly unlocked the cuffs, removed them, and dropped the love bracelets and keys to the floor.

Linda's hands fell to the bed and she began massaging the red marks around her wrists. As he watched her, Brian took his cock in his right hand and stroked himself, brushing the head over her clit as he did so. She gasped loudly as he pressed his left thumb against the crystal head of the butt plug.

"I need it, Brian," she said, putting her hands flat on the bed and pushing her upper body into the air. "Please don't tease me anymore."

For a moment, he considered punishing her for her greediness. But, he could feel his self-control slipping. In truth, after the events at the club and now in the hotel room, he needed to fuck her just as much as she needed him to fuck her - his desire would not wait another minute.

Her slick lips parted as he gently nudged the tip of his cock into her. Both of emitted long sighs. He looked in her eyes and she nodded her head, indicating her readiness. Brian gently advanced another inch, waited a moment, then pulled back. He repeated this action several times, going deeper each time, working his length into her slowly, as she lubricated him with her juices.

As he buried himself inside her, he put his hands on her hips, his fingers pressing into her torrid flesh. Her warm wetness enveloped him and clouded his brain with lust. For a few moments, he remained still, enjoying the sensation of her tight vaginal muscles flexing around him. He began twisting his hips slightly left and right, shifting his cock inside her.

When he could no longer stand the torture he was inflicting on them both, he retreated a few inches, and then thrust forward deliberately as he pulled her back toward him. His hip bones made contact with her cheeks and they both gasped at the pleasure of him filling her. Without hesitating, they continued, moving together steadily.

For several minutes, Brian struggled to keep her - and himself - from going too fast. As she panted, trying to catch her breath, he allowed his length to slide in and out, from tip to balls. Each time he entered her, Linda pushed herself back onto him.

"More," she begged.

She added a belated "please" just before Brian delivered a blow to her right ass cheek. She screamed and her body lunged forward.

"You're a slow learner, my dear," he growled as she glared back at him.

Brian grabbed her left shoulder for better leverage. He delivered another blow to her skin and she clenched, nearly crushing him inside her. Increasing his speed, he roughly forced himself into her.

"Oh, God, yes," she sobbed.

They were both sweating, and her body began to pulsate as he drove into her.

"I need to cum, Brian," she cried. "Please, may I?"

He smiled.

"Good girl," he whispered, as his balls slapped against her clit.

"Please," she repeated urgently.

"Cum for me, Linda," he replied, quietly.

"Yessss," she hissed.

Only a few seconds later, her cunt constricted around his shaft and she convulsed against him.

"Fuck, yes, Brian; I'm cumming," she cried, telling him nothing her body hadn't already revealed.

She struggled to look back at him as she came, but then her arms bent and her torso collapsed to the bed.

"Yes," she said, weakly.

Holding her tightly, he kept himself inside her as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Linda's right hand reached back, searching for his. Releasing her hip, he took her hand, and she squeezed his fingers until her orgasm had run its course. As Linda relaxed, she released his hand and flattened out, belly down on the bed.

She gasped as his cock left her. Brian looked down at the spent figure spread before him. Reaching out, he ran his fingertips over her wetness.

"Shit," she wailed.

Linda rolled onto her right side as her body involuntarily doubled over.

"Please, no," she pleaded.

He raised his right hand and leaned over, seeking the flesh of her ass.

"I'm sorry," she squealed. "I just need a minute."

Rather than spank her again, he poked his fingers between her legs, sliding past her damp thighs before she could close them.

"Fuck, Brian," she cried, futilely trying to free herself of his carnal assault.

He rubbed Linda's clit as she squirmed. She tried to speak - desperate for permission to cum - but couldn't gain enough breath to form the words. It took less than a minute for her to reach orgasm again. Before she stopped shaking, Brian gently rolled her onto her back, then grabbed a pillow, and slid it under her head. He lay down on the bed, at her right side.

"You are not a nice man," she said, in mock defiance.

"I'm not," he agreed, pushing her legs apart.

Her eyes closed as his fingers traced over her tattoo.

"You haven't cum yet," she observed a minute later.

"No," he answered.

"I want you to," she said, sounding as if she were certain the statement would earn her more punishment.

"You do?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, opening her eyes to look into his.

"So, you think you're in charge now?" he asked.

"No, I just..." she said, before he cut off her words.

"Greedy girl," he said.

Remaining silent, she nodded slowly.

"Is it greedy to want you to cum after you've made me cum so many times?" she asked, meekly.

"Are you trying to be logical, Linda?" Brian asked.

"I don't..." she began. "I..."

His right hand flew to her chin, and turned her face to his.

"Maybe I haven't made you cum enough," he growled, "if you can still be logical."

He forced her down and slipped on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. She tried to resist, but he grabbed her wrists, dragging them over her head, and pinning them to the bed. Holding her in place, he teased her with the head of his cock.

"Now, tell me what you want," he said, sternly.

"I want more," she groaned.

Controlling both wrists with his left hand, he used his right to slap her left nipple. She shrieked in pain as her body contorted under his.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"I want you to fuck me hard," she hissed.

"Beg me," he responded.

"Please," she whispered. "Ram that dick in me. Make me cum again."

Adjusting his hips, he slid the length of his shaft along her clit. Her body stiffened under him.

"Do you want to take off the condom," she asked, when she recovered.

He stopped and looked into her eyes. She sensed his hesitation.

"I know that's why you didn't want to fuck me at the club," she purred. "Or, in the shower."

Brian's brain was being swamped by a tidal wave of pleasure, and somewhere in that overheated gray matter, he knew better. Her right hand twisted free of his grip and slid down between their bodies. Wrapping her fingers around the bottom of his shaft, she carefully removed the latex. She held it up for him to see, then blindly tossed it toward the edge of the bed.

"It's OK, I'm on the pill," she assured him. "And, you can shoot it wherever you want, baby."

She froze for a moment, not knowing if he would allow her such an endearment.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, again facing her.

Raising her face to his, she kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. Lips opened and tongues danced as he awkwardly reached down to guide himself to her pussy. The tip of his cock brushed the outside of her wet pussy for a moment, then he shoved half his length into her.

Their mouths parted and she cried out as her fingernails clawed at the skin of his back. He lowered himself on her, pressing her into the bed. Her knees came up as he pulled back an inch, and then buried his cock in her, his balls slapping against the crystal head of the plug still in her ass.

"Oh, Jesus, yes," she screamed, digging her heels into his butt cheeks.

Brian didn't wait for further encouragement. He slammed himself into her, mashing his mouth against hers as he did so. They moaned, fighting for breath, unwilling to break the kiss. Slipping his arms under her, he increased the speed and force of his advances.

"Yes, more," she demanded, her head tilting back.

They moved together wildly, each desperate for the other. For a few minutes - or perhaps 20; time had ceased to have any meaning - they found the rhythm; that magical perfect mutual motion when every one of his thrusts met her as her ass bounced off the bed from the last. A sharp grunt escaped Linda's throat each time he entered her.

"Is this what you want?" he demanded. "You want me to fuck you hard?"

"Give it to me, baby," she pleaded, trying to hold him as their bodies moved.

He felt the familiar ache growing in his ball, the tightness in his lower belly. He'd been restraining himself since she'd walked in the door, denying himself in order to please her. But, teasing her had taken its toll on him, and knew he couldn't last much longer. Linda didn't. She came with little warning. Her cunt constricted around him and her body convulsed violently. Brian continued fucking her, even as he fought to hold back, wanting to extend her orgasm. She purred his name in his ear, pushing him over the edge.

"Lindaaaa," he groaned.

Brian leaned to the left, allowing his cock to slip from her. At the same time, he pulled his right hand from under her and grabbed the shaft, giving it several hard, fast strokes before a long stream of cum erupted from him. It landed on her lower belly, partially covering her tattoo. As his body bucked atop hers, he struggled to keep himself aimed at that spot.

He fired again and again, and any thought of deliberately hitting a particular spot vanished; his only desire now to remain forever in the bliss flooding his brain. In the dying throes of her latest orgasm, Linda embraced him. Pulling him back to her, she kissed his mouth. Semen continued to dribble from his penis, now trapped between their bodies, and he maneuvered his hips to let his shrinking shaft slide over her sticky skin.

For several minutes, they lay together, delighting in the aftershocks of pleasure running through them. The two kissed, murmured quietly, and let their fingers explore each others hot skin.

"Should I get a towel?" Linda asked, finally.

"Only if you can crawl out from under me," he said, not entirely kidding.

"I don't think that's possible," she laughed.

They talked and kissed for another minute.

"I wasn't sure what I could call you," she said. "You didn't mind 'baby?'"

"You can call me anything you want," he said. "Except sir; master; mister; boss, or anything like that."

"Hmmm, what about daddy?" she teased. "Or, papi?"

He stared at her, frowning. She giggled as she remained trapped beneath him.

"I think you can add those to the list, smart ass," he said.

Another minute passed before Brian groaned and rolled off her. Crawling off the bed, he stood, and retrieved the towel he'd earlier thrown into the bathroom. Returning, he gently cleaned her, carefully wiping away the cum he'd initially deposited on her belly, and then smeared around as their senses slowly returned to reality. After mopping off himself, he dropped the towel to the floor beside the bed, and asked if she'd like to get under the blankets.




Unexpected Submission Ch. 02



"Can I take this thing out of my butt first?" she asked, rotating her hips and pointing at the plug.

He couldn't help but smile.

"If you wish," he said.

Delicately, she inched her way to the edge, and eased herself off the bed. She shuffled, awkwardly, toward the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "You're walking like you've got a stick up your..."

Linda turned and gave him a look that cut off his statement.

"Just kidding, my dear," he said. "Do you need my help?"

As she turned to continue, she gave him the "come here" sign with her finger. Brian followed, retrieving the robe she'd been wearing. Entering the bathroom, he found her examining herself in the mirror. She'd put on her glasses and once more pulled her hair back using the scrunchy. He held out the robe and she slipped into it.

"You are absolutely beautiful," he whispered.

"My hair is a disaster," she objected.

"We'll have to brush it again," he observed, with a smile.

"I don't know if that'll help," she lamented.

He shook his head as he walked to the toilet. Putting the lid down, he sat.

"Come here and bend over," he directed.

Linda moved closer, turned, and bent over the counter. Brian reached out and flipped the bottom of the robe onto her lower back.

"Christ, that is a work of art," Brian said, taking a moment to admire the view. "Michelangelo couldn't have sculpted an ass this fine."

She looked back at him over her shoulder. Her expression let him know he should get on with it. Placing his right hand on the small of her back, his left slid up between her legs. She stiffened as he took hold of the crystal head of the butt plug. Linda tried to relax and keep her breathing even as, over the course of a minute, he rotated the plug and carefully removed it.

He washed up and returned to the bedroom. When she emerged, he pulled down the blankets and she crawled into bed. She placed her glasses on the nightstand and lay on her right side, facing the window. Brian snuggled behind her, his body spooning hers. Slipping his left hand between her arm and body, he hugged her to him.

"Are you OK?" he asked, softly.

"I think so," she said.

"Think?" he questioned. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," she answered, quickly. "No, it's not that. I'm just...confused."

"About?" he asked.

"Well," she began. "You did all the things I told you other guys have done to me when we talked at the club, except call me a whore."

"I will never call you that," he assured her.

"But," she continued, "this was so different."

"How?" he prodded, gently.

"I don't know," she admitted. "It was like you were doing it for me, instead of to me."

"You're a very smart young woman," he said.

"Don't tease me," she seethed, trying to pull away.

"I'm not, Linda," he said, clutching her tighter.

She resisted for a moment, then relented. He kissed the back of her neck, pushing his tongue against her skin. He gently bit her, and she jumped.

"The difference, my dear Linda," he said, "is that once you came the first time, you realized I'm just as interested in your pleasure as in my own. Your whole body relaxed, even as you stood naked in the club, and you surrendered yourself to me."

"When you didn't want to fuck me, I was worried," she said. "I thought maybe I didn't turn you on enough to make you cum."

"Silly girl," he chided, gently. "I wouldn't be here if you didn't excite me. Well, I'd be here, because it's my hotel room, but you wouldn't be here."

"I got a little self-conscious," she admitted, without reacting to his attempt at humor.

"It was our first time," he reminded her. "I had to teach you that giving up control would be a good thing. In the future, there may be times when I cum in five minutes, and don't let you cum at all."

"I hope not," she objected.

Linda remained silent for nearly a minute.

"So, what did I learn when I came the ninth time?" she asked with a short laugh.

"I think by that time, you believed what I told you," he said. "That I love making a woman cum...almost as much as cumming myself."

"I certainly believe you now," she said.

"Good girl," he whispered.

"I've never cum so many times," she purred. "I lost count. Some of them blended together."

"Submission and trust can lead to pleasure," he said. "For both of us."

"I think I understand," she said.

"So, you're OK?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered. "As long as I don't have to walk anytime soon."

He smiled and again moved his lips to the back of her neck.

"Are you going to put this in one of your stories?" she asked after a few moments.

"Probably," he allowed. "At some point at least part of it will find its way into my work. But, I won't use your real name."

"I know," she said. "I was just wondering because you claim your stories are based on true events."

He laughed softly.

"Well, I'm not exactly the Tolkien of fuck stories," he said. "But, I have a vivid imagination. I use a combination of real events and fantasies."

They lay quietly for several more minutes, letting their breathing return to normal. Finally, fearing she would fall asleep without knowing, she spoke.

"At the club you said I'm yours now," she whispered, without turning her head.

"I did," he agreed.

"Am I?" she asked.

"Do you want to be?" he asked in return.

"Yes," she answered.

His arm still around her, the two lovers drifted off to sleep as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the distant horizon.



Unexpected Submission Ch. 03



Brian hadn't planned to be in New York City for Valentine's Day. He'd intended a relaxing night at home, but his agent called the night before with – as the Godfather would say – an offer he couldn't refuse. Hoping the trip would also give him an opportunity to see Linda, he packed a bag and caught an early morning flight.

As he stood in the taxi line at JFK, he texted the young – more than 15 years his junior – woman. She texted back in a matter of minutes, and he asked about her plans for the evening. Linda revealed she had a dinner date with her boyfriend, Ryan – a guy she'd been "kind of" seeing for a while, even while she and Brian had been playing.

A stab of jealousy pierced his gut. Though they'd had a long discussion about seeing other people when they were apart, he couldn't help it. As it had many times in the past few months, inner conflict reared its ugly head. Brian cared for Linda; that wasn't the problem. The difference in their ages, however, concerned him. He didn't give a flying fuck what anyone might think about him seeing a younger woman – he was long past caring what people thought. But, in the deep recesses of his mind, he knew she deserved more; she deserved a good guy; one closer to her own age.

Despite this acceptance, Brian felt some consolation in the knowledge Linda wasn't serious about this guy, preferring to focus more on her career at this point in her life. At least, that's what she told him. He was certain one thing though; when they were together, she was his. She'd surrendered herself to him completely. And, he had pushed her limits; opening her mind and body to a world of new experiences.

In her submission, Linda reaped great rewards. Brian delighted in making her cum over and over; in watching her face; hearing her moans; feeling her body spasm; tasting her; smelling her, as if he couldn't get enough of her. As the cab crawled along the Van Wyck Expressway – the first step in a journey that would take him into Manhattan via the Queensboro Bridge – he decided another push was in order.

"I want you to do something for me," he texted.

"Anything," she assured him.

"I want you to wear the plug today," he typed, referring to the butt plug he'd purchased for her.

It took several minutes for her to reply.

"Can't. Have a date tonight, I told you," she said.

"What does that have to do with it?" he questioned.

This time it took nearly 10 minutes for her answer.

"All day?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Can't I take it out before my date?" she requested.

"No," he said.

"Please," she appealed.

"I'm not going to tell you again, Linda," he returned.

"OK," she relented.

Brian's meeting went well. His agent had hustled him across town – as quickly as one can travel around Manhattan – to the headquarters of a famous monthly magazine traditionally targeted at women. They planned to publish an in-depth article on erotica, with an eye toward making the inclusion of a short story a regular feature. Negotiations went quickly, and he spent the afternoon creating a plot and characters for the first story this venture would require. He typed up his thoughts, then decided to take a nap.

When Brian awoke, The City was dark. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand – 8:03pm.

"Shit," he said, aloud. "So much for sleeping tonight."

After a trip to the bathroom, he scooped up his cell phone and texted Linda, wondering how her dinner was progressing, and if she'd followed his instructions.

"Is it in?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, several minutes later.

"Show me," he demanded.

"On a date," she returned.

"Go to the bathroom. Take a picture," he ordered.

At the restaurant, Linda dropped the phone into her clutch. She tried to pretend everything was normal, even managing to take a few more bites of her spinach ravioli as her date chattered away. She couldn't focus on Ryan's words, as her mind fixated on Brian. Her chestnut brown hair, swept up on top of her head, exposed her neck, and every slight breeze made her shiver, thinking of Brian's lips on one of her most sensitive spots.

Somehow, she lasted more than five minutes before excusing herself. She could feel her excitement growing as she crossed the expansive room, forcing herself to walk slowly. Her dress – emerald green, matching her eyes, which tonight were not covered by the rectangular, black framed glasses she often wore – clung snugly to her body. The shimmering material fell to the middle of her thighs, and left little to the imagination.

Part of her couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. She felt naked, as if everyone in the restaurant knew what she was about to do. Her heart beat faster, and her skin flushed. Surprisingly, there was no line outside the Ladies room. Opening the door, she entered, passed through the lounge area – barely noticing the two women examining themselves in the mirror – and proceeded to the last stall. Almost before the lock snapped home, she had her dress bunched up around her waist.

Retrieving her phone with shaking hands, she nearly dropped it into the toilet. She took a second to calm herself. With her right hand, she reached back and pulled aside the thin strip of her thong. This made the lace front rub against her pussy, and she became aware of how wet she was.

"Oh, God," she moaned, then cringed, hoping no one heard.

Awkwardly, she maneuvered the phone, trying to find a good angle. She attempted three shots before abandoning hope.

"This would be so much easier if I could use the mirror," she whispered, to the walls surrounding her.

An idea struck her. Lifting her right leg, she rested her foot on the toilet seat. Crouching slightly, she spread her ass with her left hand, and slipped the phone between her legs. The first try came out blurry. The second was more acceptable, clearly showing the ruby crystal head of the butt plug neatly tucked between her cheeks. Without straightening her clothes, she sent the photograph to Brian.

Her foot still on the toilet, Linda leaned back, letting her back rest against the tiled wall. She switched her phone to her left hand, and the fingers of her right drifted down her body. Finding the material of her panties, she impatiently tugged it out of the way. Her body shivered as she parted her slick lips, and she aimed the phone in order to take another picture just as it vibrated. She snapped the picture before checking the message.

"Good girl," it said.

Before she could reply, another message arrived.

"More."

She smiled, and sent the second picture.

"Looks like someone is excited," he texted back within a minute.

"So wet," she typed, one-handed.

"Still in the restroom?"

"Yes."

"Touching?"

"Sort of."

"What does that mean?"

"I am," she said.

"Good girl," he repeated. Rub it hard and fast.

Her left leg began shaking and she shifted her right foot from the toilet seat to the floor for more support. Only a minute later, she felt the familiar tingle in her belly. She was close, she wanted to – needed to – cum. Knowing it would please him, she sent another text, asking permission.

"May I cum?"

"No."

Caught off guard by his refusal, she appealed.

"Please! I need to."

"Come to the hotel."

"I can't. I'm on a date," she reminded him.

"And yet you're in a bathroom stall, jerking off while thinking about me," he sent back.

Before she could object, her phone buzzed again.

"Tell him you're not feeling well. Come to the hotel, and I'll make you cum."

Her fingers hadn't stopped moving, and his words sent her over the edge. She bit her bottom lip – struggling to remain silent – as the orgasm she craved exploded through her. Her body trembled, and her legs threatened to collapse under her. Despite her best efforts, she began gasping for breath. She brought her right hand to her mouth, trying to muffle the sound. Smelling herself on her fingers, she stuck out her tongue and tasted her juices.

"Mmmm," she sighed.

Aftershocks ran through her body and she considered making herself cum again. An instant later, Linda realized what she had to do. She tried to control her breathing as she unspooled a handful of toilet paper, and wiped away the wetness between her legs. After flushing, she straightened her clothes; twisting her panties back into place, and arranging her dress. Running her hands over the front, she smoothed the fabric, then exited the stall.

Walking to the sinks, she began washing her hands. She heard another flush. In the mirror, she watched the door open two stalls down from where she'd been. A woman – Linda estimated her to be about 10 years older – made her way to the wide vanity. Their eyes met in the mirror. Something in the woman's expression caught Linda's attention. Their glances lingered and the woman winked at Linda as a knowing smile crept across her lips.

Linda felt as if she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Despite being a performer, and could rarely be accused of being shy, she blushed.

"Oh, it's OK, Honey," the woman said, quietly, as Linda's cheeks turned crimson. "Everyone needs to get off sometime."

As the woman washed her hands, Linda tried to form some kind of response, but could manage nothing more than a bashful grin. With one more wink, the woman left her to her business. Alone now, Linda let out a laugh. Her mind quickly returned to the electricity running through her body. Before leaving the restroom, Linda sent one more text.

"I'll be there."

45 minutes later, Brian opened the door and she smiled up at him. Without her glasses, her eyes sparkled even more than usual.

"Come in, my dear," Brian said.

As she passed, he released the door, letting it swing closed. He asked for her coat, and hung it in the closet. Turning back to her, he took a moment to appreciate her dress. The erect nipples of her perfect A-cup breasts strained against the thin fabric, as if beckoning him.

Brian pushed her back to the wall – though strappy, black four-inch high heels augmented her 5'5" stature, his heavy, 6'3" frame dwarfed hers – and kissed her mouth, hard. Their tongues met and he pressed his body to hers. Each wrapped their arms around the other, holding tightly. They remained there for more than a minute.

"Thank you for coming," he said, when their lips parted.

"How did you know?" she asked, smiling.

"What?" he returned.

"Uh, well, after I sent you that picture, I had to get off," she admitted.

"I told you not to," he admonished.

"I know," she murmured. "But, I couldn't help it."

"Naughty girl," he said.

She nodded several times.

"You came without my permission," he said, more than asked.

Her eyes lowered to the floor as she anticipated, almost desired, the punishment he was sure to deliver.

"Yes," she whispered.

Brian took a step back.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

He remained silent for a few seconds, looking at her.

"Look at me, Linda," he ordered. "I want you to go take a shower."

She opened her mouth, but he cut off her objection.

"I didn't tell you to speak," he said, loudly. "Shower while I decide what to do with you."

The hint of a grin creased her lips as she turned to walk toward the bedroom.

Linda entered the sitting room wrapped in one of the hotel's fluffy, white terry cloth robes. A single lamp bathed the room in dim light.

"All clean," she sang out. "Have you decided what..."

She stopped talking and stood still. Another woman sat in a chair near the window. Brian stood beside her. The stranger appeared to be about the same age as Linda, and was obviously of Latin descent; her skin a beautiful dark olive hue. Wavy dark-brown hair hung down past her shoulders. Even from across the room, Linda admired her gorgeous brown eyes and the bright red lips stretched around the black plastic ball gag in her mouth.

"Come here," Brian said.

"Who...," Linda began, as she moved closer.

"This is my friend, Lucy," he said. "She works for the hotel, and I've invited her to join us."

Lucy's hands were behind her back. She wore a crisp, white, button up, heavy-weight cotton blouse; a black knee-length skirt; black stockings, and strappy, black patent leather heels, which seemed somewhat out of place with the rest of her fairly conservative uniform – Linda estimated them to be at least five inches high.

"Take off the robe," Brian said, quietly.

Linda grabbed the collar, holding it closed. She looked at Lucy and shook her head.

"Don't make me tell you again," Brian growled.

Her eyes shot to his. She hesitated for a few moments, then opened the robe. Letting it slip from her shoulders, it crumpled noiselessly to the floor. Two pair of eyes examined her naked body, lingering on the green ink tattooed into the skin over her pubic bone.

"Get up, Lucy," Brian ordered. "Stand in front of the window."

He reached out to help her out of the chair. Linda could see silver handcuffs binding Lucy's wrists. Smoothly, despite the heels and cuffs, she glided to where he wanted her.

"Undress her, Linda," he said.

Linda remained motionless for a moment, looking at him. He nodded at her, and she moved toward the other woman. In the heels, Lucy stood two inches taller than Linda in her bare feet.

"Start with her skirt," Brian said, turning the chair toward them and sitting down.

Unsure, Linda extended her shaking hands, undid the button, then pulled the zipper downward. Lucy wiggled her ass as Linda tugged the fabric. It slid down Lucy's legs, and rested around her ankles. She wore no panties, and Linda tried to avert her gaze; instead focusing on the skyline beyond Central Park. The light in the room silhouetted their bodies in the window, and though the suite was located on the top floor, anyone who'd been looking could have seen the two women.

"Now the shirt," Brian directed.

Linda stepped to her right, as if to move in front of Lucy.

"No," Brian insisted. "Reach around from the back."

Her hands proceeded around Lucy's body, her palms brushing the bra-less woman's firm C-cup breasts. Lucy exhaled – a long, even breath which flowed through the openings in the gag, fogging the window. Linda felt Lucy's hard nipples rubbing against the inside of her wrists as she manipulated the buttons of the blouse.

"Pull it to her wrists," Brian said, when she finished.

Taking hold, she dragged the starched fabric downward until it reached the handcuffs.

"Push her against the glass," Brian directed.

Linda complied, placing a hand in the middle of her back. Lucy did not resist, and cried out as her hot skin contacted the cold glass. Her body shivered under Linda's hand.

"Oh, God," Linda sighed.

Lucy looked back at Linda, and the latter felt a wave of excitement wash over her. Keeping her there for almost a minute, Linda felt goose bumps rise on Lucy's flesh. The tingle between her legs grew. She turned her head to look at Brian. Taking a moment to ensure she could keep her voice calm, she opened her mouth.

"Bring her here," he said, before she spoke.

Linda released Lucy and the two spun to face him. Lucy stepped closer and bent at the waist. Brian pulled her down, across his lap, her ass facing Linda.

"Stand in front of us, Linda," Brian commanded.

She did as ordered.

"Spank her," Brian said.

After hesitating for a moment, she gave Lucy a light slap on her left cheek.

"Linda," Brian said, loudly.

She struck again.

"Was that hard enough?" Brian asked Lucy.

Lucy shook her head and mumbled something unintelligible around the gag.

"Hit her, Linda," Brian growled.

Linda's hand came down on the flesh, faster and harder this time. The sound of the smack echoed around the room. Lucy yelped and her body jumped on Brian's lap.

"I think she liked that," Brian said, observing the horrified look on Linda's face. "Give her more."

She shook her head.

"Hit her," Brian insisted.

Linda did so, and Lucy's body reacted once more. A moan escaped the gagged woman's throat.

"Keep going," Brian said.

Delivering another blow, she looked at Brian. He glanced down at Lucy's ass. It was already turning red.

"Now, rub her pussy," he said.

"What?" Linda exclaimed.

"You heard me," he said.

Linda looked at Lucy. The bound woman nodded.

"Pleth," she mumbled.

"Touch her," he said.

Again, Linda hesitated. Brian reached out to her.

"Give me your hand," he said.

She placed her right hand in his, and he guided it downward. Linda's fingertips traced over the small of Lucy's back, feeling the warmth of her skin as Brian conducted them toward the cleft of Lucy's ass.

"Fuuuck," she groaned as her fingers slid over Lucy's asshole and found her engorged lips.

Lucy, though muffled by the gag, returned the sentiment. Brian felt Lucy quiver as Linda touched her. Not touching Lucy himself, he controlled Linda's movements, making her gently brush Lucy's pussy.

"Is she wet?" he asked.

"Yessss," Linda purred.

"Put a finger inside," he said.

Brian felt her do so.

"She's so hot," Linda volunteered.

"Do you want to put another one in her?" he asked.

"May I?" she said, answering his question with one of her own.

He nodded. Linda added a second finger. Gently, she began sliding the two digits in and out of Lucy. Brian listened as the breathing of both women increased. Over his knees, Lucy tried to rock back onto Linda's fingers. Brian gave Linda the "come here" sign. She leaned toward him and he grabbed her neck with his right hand. Pulling her closer, he pressed his mouth against hers. They kissed as Lucy writhed between them, and Brian slipped his left hand into Lucy's. As her pleasure peaked, she squeezed, and he briefly thought her fingers might permanently damage his.

"I think she's going to cum," Linda whispered when she broke their kiss.

Brian was sure of it. Lucy's body trembled, and she moaned around the gag.

"Faster," Brian demanded, releasing Linda's neck.

Linda increased the speed and force of her thrusts, and Lucy's body began to convulse on Brian's lap. A groan escaped his throat as her orgasm made her side rub against the head of his erect cock through his sweatpants. The fingers of his right hand twisted into Lucy's hair and he pulled roughly. She let out a loud grunt as her head bent back.

"Oh, my God," Linda cried out. "She's cumming."

"Don't stop," Brian said.

"Her pussy is crushing my fingers," she told him.

"Keep going," he ordered.

Linda complied, struggling to continue moving her fingers as Lucy's ecstasy went on and on, lasting several minutes.

"Taste her," Brian directed.

Linda looked at him quizzically for a moment, then removed her fingers from Lucy's cunt, and brought them to her mouth. Slowly, her tongue pushed out between her lips and she licked at Lucy's juices. Brian leaned back in the chair as he watched her.

"Is it good?" he asked.

"Mmmm, hmmm," Linda murmured.

"Wanna taste?" she asked, holding out her hand to him.

There wasn't much he wanted more, but he refused.

"We should move to the bedroom," he said.

Brian turned to look at Lucy. She nodded her agreement as he unsnapped the ball gag.

"I don't think I can stand up yet," Lucy said, her breathing still ragged.

He smiled at her and patted her ass gently.

"We'll help you," Brian said.

Carefully, the two lifted Lucy until she stood upright. She wobbled slightly, but Linda steadied her. After ensuring Lucy could walk, Brian led the two women toward the bedroom. As he entered, Brian stripped off his shirt, and tossed it toward a chair. After removing his pants and boxer-briefs, he conducted the women to the side of the bed. Leaning close, he whispered in Linda's ear, then sat down and looked up at her.

"I don't...," she began.

"It was not a request, Linda," he said, gruffly.




Unexpected Submission Ch. 03



Hesitantly, Linda turned toward Lucy. She raised her right hand and brought it down swiftly, striking the taller – due to the heels she still wore – woman's left nipple. Lucy cried out, and retreated a step.

"Lucy," Brian barked, as he wrapped his right hand around his erect cock. "Don't move."

For a moment, she stared at him, a defiant look on her face, but then nodded.

"Again, Linda," he said.

Linda struck, and Lucy moaned, but did not withdraw. Her head fell back and her mouth opened as Linda hit her once more. Brian watched as he stroked him slowly.

"Now, pinch her nipple with one hand, and put the other between her legs," Brian ordered.

Lucy's legs nearly buckled as Linda touched her.

"Faster," Brian said.

"Pleeease," Lucy sighed, as Linda rubbed her.

Linda released Lucy's breast and wrapped her arm around Lucy's shoulders, holding her tightly. Lucy's breathing became erratic and her body convulsed as Linda's fingers continued pleasuring her. Though she fought to remain standing, Lucy's orgasm struck with little warning to the others, and her knees gave out. Brian reached out quickly and helped Linda guide Lucy to the floor.

"Don't stop, Linda," Brian said.

She didn't cease her efforts, extending Lucy's orgasmic bliss by manipulating her slick clit. The sound of Lucy's delight filled the room. Linda smiled at Brian as Lucy's body shook against hers.

"Are you OK?" Linda asked Lucy.

"Came...so...hard," Lucy whimpered, barely loud enough to hear.

"I know," Linda laughed. "I was there."

"You made it happen," Lucy said, lifting her face to Linda's.

The women kissed as Brian rose from the bed. He picked up his pants and retrieved the keys to the handcuffs. After once more helping Lucy stand, he lifted the shirt bunched around her wrists. Working his way through the tangle of fabric, Brian freed her from bondage. She let the shirt fall to the floor, and rubbed her wrists as Brian returned to the bed, sitting propped up against the headboard.

"Come here, Linda," he said.

She crawled on the bed, advancing toward him slowly.

"No," he said, putting up a hand to stop her. "Stand up."

Linda complied, awkwardly getting to her feet on the mattress. Brian's finger curled, beckoning her to approach him. As she stepped closer, he pointed at his chin. Her head tilted, as if she were confused, then she smiled as his desire became clear in her brain. Maneuvering close to the headboard, her knees bent slightly allowing her cunt to press against his mouth.

"Ohhhh," she groaned, as Brian's tongue touched her clit.

As he licked her, his hands found her ankles, then drifted upward, along her calves; over her knees; caressing her thighs, until he cupped her ass. Linda placed her hands, fingers splayed wide, on the wall in front of her.

She felt the bed rock gently and turned her head. Lucy crawled on the bed and positioned herself behind them. Brian spread her cheeks, and before she could say anything, Lucy's tongue swirled around the plug in her asshole.

"Fuuuuuck," she cried out, rising onto her tiptoes and clawing at the wallpaper.

Lucy grabbed Linda's hips, holding her in place, as tongues probed her from both the front and back. Unable to escape the carnal assault, she leaned forward, resting her forehead against the wall, her eyes screwed shut, and moaned loudly. Tremors ran through Linda's body, and as they continued their efforts, Brian and Lucy's mission imperceptibly changed from trapping Linda to supporting her lest her legs buckle as they pleasured her.

"Don't stop," Linda rasped.

Neither harbored any intentions of doing so. Instead, they intensified their individual attacks on her nether regions, combining to drive her inexorably toward the temporary oblivion of orgasm. It took only another minute for her to go over the edge.

Linda managed a brief oral warning of her impending climax, then collapsed, falling into Brian's lap. Lucy retreated a few inches to avoid being hurt, but put up her hands to brace Linda. Brian, however, wrapped his arms around Linda's shoulders, preventing her from flopping backwards. Her body convulsed against his as he held her tightly.

Brian kissed her neck as she gasped for breath, and dragged her nails across his skin. Somehow, she managed to whisper his name as Lucy slid up behind, and kissed her right shoulder. Lifting her gaze, Lucy winked at Brian. He smiled at her, then kissed Linda deeply.

"Did you like that?" Lucy asked, leaning close to Linda's ear.

Breaking the kiss, Linda nodded.

"Couldn't you tell?" she asked in return, looking back.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a very pretty asshole, Linda?" Lucy asked, smiling.

Linda giggled, shaking her head as she blushed.

"You do," Lucy assured her.

"I told you," Brian chimed in.

Linda spun to face him.

"Shush, you," she hissed.

He delivered a sharp slap to her left butt cheek, and she yelped.

"Giving orders now?" he asked, sternly.

"No," she said, quietly. "I'm sorry."

He stared into her eyes for a moment.

"On your knees, Linda," he said, finally.

As she wiggled her way down his body, he spread his legs, and she knelt in front of him. Staring down at his hard cock, she licked her lips.

"May I have it?" she asked, seductively. "Please."

"Suck my cock," he said.

Wrapping her right hand around his shaft, Linda stroked him as she lowered her face into his lap.

"Keep that ass up in the air," Brian demanded.

Linda glanced up and gave him a wink. He smiled, then lifted his eyes to survey Lucy's body.

"What do you think Lucy should do?" he asked Linda, as she again moved her mouth toward his cock.

She stopped and looked back at Lucy.

"I...I don't know," she answered, quietly.

"Well, since she thinks your asshole is so pretty, she should have some more of it," Brian said. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Uh..." Linda began.

"Would you like that, Linda?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, facing him again.

"Then tell her what you want," he said.

"I can't," she said, shaking her head.

"Tell her," he ordered.

Linda turned back to Lucy.

"Lick me," she said, meekly.

"Fucking tell her, Linda," Brian thundered.

"Eat my ass, Lucy," Linda yelled out.

"Good girl," he said.

Lucy put her hands on Linda's hips. As her face neared Linda's flesh, Brian grabbed Linda's hair and directed her head downward. She moaned as Lucy's mouth once more rolled around the rim of the butt plug, then proceeded down to her pussy.

Bliss clouded her mind quickly, and Linda fought to collect her thoughts, before closing her lips around the head of Brian's cock. He swallowed hard and tried to control himself. With all that had happened this evening, he was already close. Linda could tell. Her right hand moved to his scrotum and she gently squeezed his balls, pulling them downward, as she took him deeper.

"Fuck; that's it," Brian groaned, his hips involuntarily lifting off the bed.

Linda put her hands on his stomach, pushing him down. She shook her head back and forth several times while holding him in her mouth. His breathing increased quickly. Letting his hand slip from her hair, he clawed at the skin of her shoulder. Lucy lifted her head and looked at him. She smiled as she pushed two fingers into Linda's pussy.

"Faster and harder," he told Lucy.

Whether Linda thought his order was meant for her, or decided on her own that it was a good idea, she increased the force of her suction as her lips rapidly traveled up and down his shaft; determined to draw the cum out of him, and pleasing him with her skill.

Lucy pressed her thumb against the plug in Linda's ass, rubbing it in a circular motion several times, making it shift inside the latter's rectum. Linda mumbled something around Brian's cock, then let the head of his cock slide into the back of her throat. His legs quivered as she held him there, and he could feel the familiar ache growing in his balls.

"Lindaaaa," he sighed. "I'm gonna cum."

"Mmmm, hmmm," she acknowledged, without pulling back,

The vibrations rumbled through him, pushing him beyond endurance. His hands drifted to the back of Linda's head, and then raked at her hair as they fell to the top of the bed.

"I'm cumming, baby," he hissed.

"Give it to her, Brian," Lucy cried out, and used her free hand to slap Linda's ass hard.

Linda's body jumped and she moaned as she fought to avoid biting Brian. Her hands clutched at his hips, trying to hold on; forcing herself to keep him deep in her throat. He repeated his warning, louder this time, as his hips began to buck.

"Yes, get every drop, Linda," Lucy urged.

Brian's fingers tore at the sheet and he grunted loudly as he fired his cum into Linda's belly. Before he'd finished, Lucy's fingers brought on another orgasm for Linda. Her body shook atop his and she collapsed forward against him, his cock – still dribbling cum – slipped from her mouth. Lucy adjusted to her new position, continuing to work Linda's pussy and ass, and extending her ecstasy for several more moments.

Carefully, Lucy lay down beside them. She kissed Linda's shoulder, and let her tongue trail over the sweaty skin. Linda's body stiffened as Lucy manipulated her fingers once more.

"Oh, Luc..." Linda tried to form words, but they disappeared in a gasp.

She tried to squirm away, but her movements only increased the pleasure coursing through her.

"Pleeeeease," she sighed, as her eyes rose to Brian's.

"I want you to cum again," Lucy whispered.

"I agree," Brian said, smiling as he wrapped his strong arms around Linda's shoulders.

He held her tightly as Lucy tortured her. Her body had not yet fully recovered from the last orgasm, and the next was already approaching.

"Fuuuck," her voice shook, "I hate you both."

Brian and Lucy did not relent. Linda tried to push herself away from Brian, but his power proved too much for her, and the delightful madness Lucy's fingers were inciting in her sapped any strength she might have had. A minute later, Linda came again, violently convulsing between their bodies.

"You two are not nice," Linda said, fighting for the air to form each word.

"Awww," Lucy teased, her bottom lip poking out in a mock pout. "Poor you."

Linda put her head on Brian's chest as she regained strength. Lucy spooned behind her, gently running her fingers through Linda's hair. As her breathing slowed and heart rate returned to normal, Linda let her hands explore Brian's form, lingering on his inner thighs, scrotum, and temporarily shrunken shaft. It didn't take long for him to get hard again.

"Well, somebody woke up," she purred.

"Are you looking to cum again, you greedy girl?" he asked.

"You two created this monster," Linda retorted.

She smiled, then clumsily climbed atop him. Rotating her body, she ended up straddling him, her back against his chest. His stiffening penis brushed her wet lips.

"I want it, Brian," she said.

Brian didn't answer with words. He forced his right hand between his stomach and her ass, grabbed his shaft. As he held himself, Linda lowered herself deliberately, and the tip of his cock slipped inside her.

"Yesssss," she hissed.

As Linda's pussy steadily enveloped his length, he let out a long, low groan. Turning her head, she looked back at him over her right shoulder.

"You like that, baby?" she asked.

He could only nod. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he put his right hand in the middle of her back and pushed her. She gasped as his cock retreated from her wetness. Lucy rolled aside, letting Linda drop to the bed on her hands and knees. Moving quickly, Brian knelt behind her. Placing his left hand on the small of her back, he guided himself back into her with his right.

His hands slid to her hips, and he thrust deep inside her. She cried out and tried to fall forward, but he held her firmly. Lucy smiled at Brian as she scuttled around to lie in front of Linda. She spread her legs wide, grabbed a handful of Linda's hair, and pulled her to her sex. Linda didn't resist, and Lucy's eyes rolled back as Linda's tongue touched her pussy lips.

"That's it, baby," she sighed. "Lick it."

Brian watched Lucy as Linda ate her. A light sheen of sweat covered her dark skin, and she rubbed her beautiful breasts, then pinched her nipples. Brian's mouth fell open as he watched a look of pleasure and pain pass over her face.

Linda placed her hands on Lucy's inner thighs, and squeezed the supple flesh. Lucy's right hand drifted down her body. She slid the first two fingers between her legs, spreading her slick lips, and began rocking her hips back and forth, attempting to ride Linda's face. Both women moaned, though Linda's was muffled by Lucy's pussy.

His eyes still on Lucy, Brian gently nudged his right thumb against the head of the butt plug inside Linda, pushing it slightly deeper. Linda sighed and he could tell she was already close to her next orgasm. Lucy's head fell back and her body trembled. She mumbled something unintelligible, and Brian was sure she wouldn't last much longer either.

He increased the speed and force of his efforts, shoving himself into Linda. For a few moments, he dropped his gaze, and watched her ass bounce each time his hips met her cheeks. Linda nudged two fingers into Lucy's pussy. The action pushed Lucy over the edge. She came, crying out as her body arched into the air, and she nearly slid off the bed – though Brian wasn't sure if, in her present state of oblivion, she was aware of that danger.

"I need to cum, Brian," Linda pleaded, looking back at him over her shoulder. "May I?"

He smiled as he stared into her eyes. Brian could feel the tremors running through her body, and knew she could hold out much longer. With his right hand, he slapped her ass cheek, but didn't answer.

"Pleeeease," she begged.

Ending her torture, he granted permission.

"Cum for me, Linda," he commanded.

No sooner had the words left his mouth, when she slammed herself backward, grinding her ass against him as she convulsed. Her cunt contracted; gripping him tightly, though he continued forcing himself into her. Still in the dying throes of her own orgasm, Lucy struggled to turn her body and hold Linda. They kissed and breathed in each other's breath as Linda came. Brian worked his length in and out of Linda for another minute, then pushed her over, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her back.

Crawling up between Linda's legs, he slid himself into her once more. Her heels dug into the cheeks of Brian's ass as he sank into her. Linda gasped loudly and her nails clawed at his back. Lucy put her hands on the sides of Linda's face and kissed her hard. Their tongues danced around as Brian watched.

He wanted nothing more than to join the kiss, but lowered his head and took Linda's right nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Linda writhed as her body raced toward yet another orgasm. Slipping his arms under her, Brian embraced Linda, and their bodies moved in unison.

"Cum in me, baby, please," Linda howled, turning her face from Lucy's.

He was too close to object to her demanding tone. Brian rammed himself into Linda again as her pussy once more constricted around him. Their bodies tensed momentarily, then convulsed violently as they came together. Brian groaned as he fired stream after stream of cum deep inside Linda.

"Jesus, that is so fucking hot," Lucy sighed as her bedmates strained against each other.

Brian tried to smile at her, but his weary body collapsed atop Linda's.

"You're gonna kill me one these days," Brian sighed, more than a minute later.

He found the strength to tilt his head and kiss Linda's neck.

"But, what a way to go," Linda whispered as his lips nuzzled her skin.

"Are you two trying to make me sick?" Lucy teased, then stuck out her tongue.

All three laughed, before Lucy leaned in to kiss Linda's shoulder. Her lips slowly moved along Linda's collarbone; her tongue trailing over the skin as she proceeded to Linda's lips. As the two women kissed, Brian groaned and rolled off Linda, collapsing on her right side.

"Old man," Linda giggled.

"You'll be old someday, too," he retorted.

Linda turned and let her chin rest on his chest. Her eyes locked on his face. Lucy shifted her body to once more spoon with Linda. Nearly 10 minutes passed as they lay quietly.

"I'd better get back to work," Lucy said, finally. "My boss is going to be pissed."

"If she has a problem, tell her to call me," Brian told her. "I'll say you were helping me proofread the next 'Ben & Gabrielle' book."

"Shit," Lucy cried, beaming, "I'd love to do that. I can't get enough of those two."

Lucy gave Brian a quick peck on the cheek, then turned and kissed Linda deeply, forcing her tongue into Linda's mouth. She gave Linda a wink, then rolled to the edge of the bed. Picking up her shirt, and giving her ass an exaggerated wiggle, Lucy sauntered out of the bedroom. While Linda remained in bed, Brian rose and followed Lucy, retrieving his boxer-briefs from the floor as he went.

"I'll be right back," he told Linda as he walked away. "I'm just going to see Lucy out."

Linda didn't respond. In fact, nearly five minutes passed before she heard the front door close as Lucy left the suite. A few seconds later, Brian returned to the bedroom holding a single red rose.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he said. "I didn't have a chance to give..."

She was out of bed, and getting dressed; pulling on her panties as he stopped talking.

"Am I not enough for you, Brian?" Linda asked, anger in her voice.

"What do you mean?" he returned.

"Do you have a woman like me in every city you visit?" she asked.

"What?" he said, again answering a query with one of his own.

"You heard me," she said. "Do you have other fuck toys?"

"A fuck toy? Why would you say that?" he asked, realizing the conversation had quickly devolved into a series of questions and no answers. "Have I ever treated you like you're a toy? Or, made you feel like you weren't important to me?"

"No," she said, quietly.

"Then, why?" he asked. "Where is this coming from?"

She didn't speak.

"Talk to me, Linda," he said.

"I just...," she began, then stopped. "Well, we had that talk about seeing other people, and I thought it was so you could keep some regular girls around the country."

"I don't have any 'regular' girls, Linda," he said. "I usually just pick up someone after my readings."

"You fucker," she yelled and tried to hit him.

Brian grabbed her wrists and held her arms away from him.

"I'm just kidding," he said, loudly.

Growing angrier, she tried to wrest herself free. Realizing he'd fucked up by trying to defuse her wrath with humor, he apologized.

"That was a dumb thing to say," he said. "I'm sorry. I was just teasing."

Linda realized the futility of fighting and stopped, letting her arms go limp.

"I had that conversation with you because I didn't think it was fair to make you wait around for an old man like me," he said.

She looked up into his eyes, and he released her wrists.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Well, I didn't expect another woman to be here," she said.

"Didn't you have fun?" he questioned.

"I think you know the answer to that," she admitted, reluctantly. "Several times."

"But...," he said.

She hesitated. He remained silent, waiting for her to gather her courage.

"I don't want to share you," she said.

He began to laugh.

"You son of a bit..." she cried, twisting her body as she again tried to punch him.

He forced her hands behind her back, and held her body against his.

"Don't fucking laugh at me," she continued.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm not, really."

"Asshole," she said. "Let me go."

"No," he said, sternly.

"Yes," she said, her voice rising.




Unexpected Submission Ch. 03



"Calm down first," he said.

"Apple," she growled, almost spitting the word at him.

She'd never used their safe word before, and it took him a moment to realize what she'd said. He sighed, and released her wrists. She spun away from him.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm leaving," she retorted.

"May I ask a question before you go?" he inquired.

"You just did," she mocked.

"Who was being shared?" he asked.

"What?" she returned, retrieving her dress from the chair where she'd put it before showering.

"Did you see Lucy do anything to me?" he asked.

She stopped moving and turned to face him.

"Did you see me do anything to Lucy?" he continued.

"I...," she began, but her mouth closed.

"Like I told you, Lucy is my friend," he said. "She showed an enormous amount of trust in me by allowing me to handcuff and gag her; not to mention allowing me to let someone she didn't know use her. Lucy is a lesbian, and she was here for you."

"For me?" Linda echoed.

"Yes," he assured her. "She was another piece of your training."

"What training," she asked.

"Your submission...and your dominance," he said.

"I don't understand," she said.

"While you were submissive with me," Brian said, "I wanted to see if I could make you be a little dominant with Lucy."

"Did I...do OK?" she asked, her tone softening in an instant.

"You did very well, my dear," he assured her.

Linda's gaze fell to the floor, and he stepped closer to her. He held out his right hand.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, stubbornly.

"Why?" he questioned.

"I don't know," she admitted.

"Because I made you do things with Lucy?" he asked.

"I've never done anything like that," she said.

"But, you didn't stop," he pointed out. "You didn't use the safe word."

"No," she said, almost sounding shy.

"Please come back to bed," Brian said.

She took his hand and he led her.

"So, if she's a lesbian, you've never..." Linda began, but trailed off.

"Never what?" Brian asked, knowing what she meant, though wanting to hear her say it.

"Had sex with her," Linda finished.

"No, I haven't," he said.

She slipped into the bed and he pulled the covers up to her chest.

"Would you?" Linda asked, as he walked to the window and closed the heavy curtains.

"In a heartbeat," he said, laughing. "I'm a mortal man, Linda. And, Lucy is a gorgeous, sexy young woman."

"She is that," Linda agreed, somewhat disappointedly.

"A bit jealous, are we?" Brian asked, needlessly.

Linda threw back the blankets and popped up to her knees as he crawled onto the bed. He met her in the middle.

"Brian, I...," she said, slowly, as if trying to find the right words, then repeated her earlier declaration. "I don't want to share you."

Her eyes lowered to the bed.

"What about Ryan?" he asked, referring to her "kind of" boyfriend.

"I won't see him again, if...," she said.

"If, what?" he pressed.

She hesitated, and began to lie down. He grabbed her upper arms and held her in front of him.

"Tell me," he said.

"I think I love you, Brian," she said. "I want to be with you. Only you."

Linda brought her eyes up to his. She looked like she was afraid of how he'd react to the statement.

"Are you sure about that, Linda?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

"The difference in our ages doesn't bother you?" he asked.

"I don't care about that," she said, flatly. "Does it bother you?"

"Truthfully, it does," he said. "I'll probably die in 20 years or so, and that would leave you old, and ugly, and alone."

"You're a dick," she howled, as she slapped his shoulder.

He laughed at her as she tried to wrestle him down.

"I'll kill you myself," she said, giggling as she did so. "I will be a beautiful widow. And, at your funeral, I'll find a well-hung, young stud to help me drown my sorrows."

"Ouch," he said, moving a hand to cover his heart. "You just want to tear it out, don't you?"

"What do you want?" she asked, ceasing her assault.

"I want you, Linda," he said, gazing into her eyes.

She smiled so wide he thought her face might split in half.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes," he assured her.

Linda mashed her mouth against his. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her to him.

"But, I'm still in charge," he said, when their lips parted. "There will be no change in that."

"Of course, Sir," she laughed.

He slapped her ass hard, and she yelped.

"I told you not to call me that," he thundered.

"Sorry, Sir," she said.

"You are a naughty little girl," he growled. "I think you need a spanking to help you learn your lesson."

Linda cried out in surprise as Brian grabbed her and roughly spun her body, forcing her head down to the bed, while leaving her ass up in the air.