Submission by Ella Ardent Page A

couldn’t stand it anymore. She started
to shake, vibrating from a point deep inside herself.
    “Please, Master,” she dared to
beg.
    She heard him chuckle, felt his
mouth graze hers. “Come, slave,” he commanded, driving deep inside her.
    Joanna did exactly as she was
told, weeping as the orgasm ripped through her with savage force. Her release
went on and on and on, making her cry out in pleasure. When she felt the Master
come once again, she moaned so loudly that he locked his hands around her head
again and kissed her to silence.
    It was perfect.
     
    ***
     
    Rex carried Joanna into the
bathroom, his limp lover bound in purple satin. He laid out the thick bathrobe
on the floor, taking his time to unknot the bonds. He took a few more pictures,
unable to resist. When she wore only the hood, he filled the tub with warm
water.
    She stirred when he lifted her
into the tub, then nestled her head on his shoulder with a touching confidence
in him. He washed her slowly and thoroughly, liking that the washcloths were
thick and soft. The brush of them against his own skin aroused him all over
again, especially with her sweetly slumbering in his arms.
    He knew she was awake when she
pressed a kiss to his throat, her lips lingering against his pulse. He lifted
her out of the bath and set her on her feet, drying her off with so much care
that she giggled.
    “Not between my toes,” she said
and he did it again, working the towel between her toes that that she squirmed
against him once more.
    He stood and caught her against
himself, kissing her deeply.
    “Was I a good slave?” she asked,
her lips quirking.
    She shouldn’t have addressed him
without permission, or he should have punished her for doing it, but Rex liked
her comments and playfulness. She looked mischievous, smiling up at him in her
hood, clever and so sexy that his breath caught.
    He ran his hands over the hood
again, liking the delicate feel of her within it, the contrast between his
power and her femininity. He liked the look of his dark hands against the
purple satin. If she was truly his, he’d keep her hooded every day, run his
hands over her like this every day, come in her mouth every night. He’d never
tire of her.
    “Keep your mouth open,” he
instructed. “Like you’re gasping with pleasure.”
    She did as he instructed, tipping
her head back, and he took a shot of his left hand holding her head, his thumb
bracing her chin, her hair falling like silk down her back.
    He kissed her again, sucking her
dry, wanting all over again.
    “Let me suck you off,” she
whispered when he broke his kiss and his cock – already hard –
pounded at the idea. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
    “It’s not up to you.”
    She smiled. “But I want a reward
for being a good slave.” She stretched up and kissed his cheek. “I want to
return the pleasure.”
    She wanted to be in control, like
she had been the last time. Rex was close to denying her request and she must
have sensed it.
    Because she begged.
    And sweetened the offer.
    “Truss me up as tightly as you
want,” she whispered, tempting him with the possibility. “Bind me helpless,
photograph me, then fuck my mouth.” He watched her swallow. “Please, Master.
Show me what it’s really like to submit to the Plume.”
    There was no question of him
declining. She knew exactly what he wanted and offered it. Her plea shorted
something in his mind, fed a new urgency inside of him, made it impossible to
think of anything else.
    Rex knew exactly how he wanted her
for this.
    She would be completely captive.
    His.
    Finally.
    He got the coil of heavy rope out
of his bag in the foyer, glad of his own optimism. He led her back into the living
room, then headed for the bedroom, his hand on the back of her neck to guide
her. He left her standing in the middle of the room, then shut the drapes,
cocooning them in a space of ivory satin and velvet.
    No satin this time. He wanted it
to look rougher, wanted