Her Submission by Vonna Harper Page B

held the gag against the sides of her mouth. “Your attitude is giving me something new to think about, to examine while I work with you.”
    Was that excitement? And he was again making it clear that this wasn’t the first time he’d had someone under his control.   
    Had her fantasies come to life? If so, she was doing a piss poor job of fashioning them to meet her secret needs.
    “ All right.” His finger still hard against her jaw, he moved so he was directly in front of her. Bent over the way she was, he loomed over her. “Here’s how we’re going to get started. First off, I’ll haul you into the bathroom because—hell because otherwise things will get messy and I don’t want that. So far I’ve been easy on you, but it’s time for your training to begin.”
    Easy? What a lie that was.
    She was still silently cursing him when he planted his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back until her bare ass pressed against the post. The punishing rope tightened, forcing her onto her toes. Drool dripped. If not for the restraints, she would have fallen forward. Even more disconcerting was the added warmth to her pussy. No way had the added pressure and his presence turned her on.
    No way!
    “ This serves as a quick lesson. I already made it clear that I have thorough knowledge of how a female’s body works, but in case you’ve forgotten, here’s the reminder. Keep that foremost in mind while we dispense with the essentials.”
    Years ago she’d attended classes held at the juvenile facility. For the most part she hated them because the teacher aimed the lessons at the slowest students and his delivery was so dry she often fell asleep. In some respects what her captor had just said took her back to that time. Why did he think he had to warn her about anything when he was in control of everything?
    “ This place has two bathrooms.” He started doing something to the rope behind and above her. “Maybe eventually I’ll let you use my personal one, maybe not. I haven’t decided.”
    Suddenly the tension between her legs ended. Off-balance, she stumbled forward. By the time she was standing upright, he’d pulled the rope off her sex and out from between her legs. He held it in front of her. A sharp tug yanked her arms up.
    “ There.” He jerked his head toward another closed door. “Get your ass over there and you won’t get into any more trouble than you’re already in.”
    His harsh chuckle cut through her, nibbled at the anger that had been sustaining her. Resigned, she started after him only to have to slow to an awkward shuffle because of the restraining clothes around her knees. He walked with his back to her and the hand holding the rope rested on his shoulder as if he was carrying a backpack. There wasn’t that much distance between the stairs and the bathroom, but it took what felt like forever to reach it. By the time she did, her bladder all but screamed at her.
    He opened it the door but instead of stepping into the dark space, he shoved her into it. She slammed into something hard. It didn’t matter because she was alone. Before her eyes could adjust, he switched on a light.
    The bathroom was small with a pedestal sink, small shower, and toilet. It was paneled in wood which made her feel as if it was closing in on her. Two people could just fit in the space and would be hard-put to maneuver around each other.
    “ You have choices,” he said from where he stood in the entryway. “Either you take care of business like a good little slave or I come in.”
    Slave. Belonging to him.
    Seeing the toilet made everything else unimportant. Even before she sat on it, her bladder started to let loose. She peed and peed, her useless hands resting on her thighs. The long rope lay on her stretched shorts and the tile floor near the one attached to her ankle. When she was done, she awkwardly took hold of the toilet paper and wiped.
    He’d watched, seen her relief followed by her stumbling efforts to