Submission by Ella Ardent Page B

different pictures for his fantasy scrapbook.
    He was pretty sure he would
startle Joanna and she would change her mind.
    He was prepared to back off when
she did.
    But maybe he’d get a few good
shots first.
    He tied her hands together behind
her back with the rope, expecting the first touch of it against her skin to
make her bolt. It was thick, jute, stiff. She started for a second, then
relaxed in his grasp. Submissive. So obedient that he thought he’d explode.
    But no. He’d build the tension
slowly.
    Savor it.
    Make it last.
    He bound her wrists below her
buttocks, her arms straight out, winding the rope up to her elbows. He then
pushed her down to her knees. She moved immediately, so biddable and submissive
that his cock hardened even more.
    She crossed her ankles at his
command and he bound them together, using lots of rope. Too much rope, but the
heavy jute looked savage against her fine bones. Exhilarating. He secured her
wrists to her ankles, a couple of feet of rope between the two, so that she was
trapped on her knees. He had to catch his breath for a second, because the
sight excited him so much. It was every fantasy come true. He took a close-up
of her bound ankles and wrists, her perfect butt behind them.
    He adjusted her posture, so her
knees were apart and braced against the carpet, ankles together, back arched.
He saw then that she had tipped her head back and parted her lips.
    Following his original
instructions in the limo.
    Her mouth ready for his cock.
    Desire ripped through him like a
bolt of lightning. Rex worked more quickly, determined to get done before he
blew his load, dizzy with the prospect of having her this way. He wound the
rope around her over and over again, crisscrossing it over her body, binding
her to complete helplessness, encasing her in a network of heavy jute. Her skin
gleamed though the gaps, as smooth as the satin ribbon, startling in contrast
to the rope.
    It was impossible for her to move,
to even wriggle, trapped as she was within a woven net of heavy rope. He’d used
almost all of it, ensuring her captivity.
    He knew what he’d do with the
rest. He knotted a length of ribbon over the last increment of the heavy rope,
creating a hard satin nub. He hauled that section of rope between her legs,
sliding the satin knot so that it rubbed against her clitoris.
    He worked it back and forth,
teasing her with it until she moaned and rocked her hips.
    Joanna was his possession, his
captive.
    He could do whatever he wanted
with her.
    For as long as he wanted.
    He secured that rope to the
others, trapping her snatch against the hard satin knot. She moaned that
delicious moan.
    He photographed her when she was
bound so tightly that she couldn’t even shudder. He photographed her as he
moved the knot against her and she trembled with desire. He photographed her as
she willingly took his cock into her mouth.
    She latched on to him with that
surprising strength again, her lips and her tongue caressing him with such
expertise that Rex knew he wouldn’t last. He threw the camera onto the bed and
once again caught her head in his hands, bracing his feet against the ground.
He’d placed her so that the mirror was behind her and the view was better than
he’d imagined it could be.
    She was completely harnessed. He
watched the undulating rhythm of her back and butt as she sucked him. He stole
glances down at her hungry little mouth. He watched her drive him crazy, his
mind melting at the sight.
    She wasn’t powerless, though, not
so long as she had her mouth around him. She teased him and tickled him and
made him so hard and thick that he felt a buzzing in his ears. He locked his
hands more tightly around her head, rubbing his thumbs against her ears beneath
the satin, feeling as if he would explode in flames. He drove himself into her,
making her take it all, and she did it, her enthusiasm making his heart pound.
    But it was when she dug her toes
into the carpet and sucked him hard that