Submissive by Anya Howard

could only guess. The sensation of her drawing mouth dwindled until it was just a mild stimulus. He was hard, but not as he had been. And though she worked to get him off, he knew then he would never again come in her mouth.
    â€œLet me at that pussy again,” he murmured and slipped down again between her legs. He rubbed his cock until it was hard as stone again, and then drove into her. Draping himself over her, he fucked her more roughly than he ever had. His thoughts, however, were different this time; he did not see her shapely legs and perfect face. He had no thought but of fucking the orifice presented. Gone was that pride he had known when telling other men that he had screwed the loveliest Leather Wife in Nemi. Only this mindless physical sensation of pounding in her slit.
    Just before he came, he withdrew and spewed his cum over her pubic hair and stomach. When the shudder of his orgasm passed, he saw the disappointment creased on her face.
    â€œIndeed, you must be very tired,” she said and pried her pussy lips apart and massaged her clit between two fingers. “Want to watch me get off?”
    The vision of her yawning crimson sex faded, and all Bruce could see was that which had disturbed him earlier. The face glancing at him from the meadow—a Disciple, reminiscent of Gillian. God, how often he had fantasized of ravishing her innocent mouth and ripping off her ugly waitress uniform. She had been the first female he had met who had actually seemed interested in knowing him for who he was. How urgently he’d wanted to claim her, to hold onto her as he’d held no other woman.
    The offer from the Saphorian, Sethlucius, had whacked his head. During the ensuing weeks, he convinced himself it had been all for the best, that the naive blonde Gillian could never have compared to the stunning Gina.
    Gina looked up at him now through sleepy lids, bunched her breasts together, and pinched the nipples seductively. But he was not interested, did not know if he ever would be again. He got off the bed and started to dress.
    Her voice was husky—another time it would have entranced him, lured him back to her side, “Where are you going?”
    He did not answer. He left them to the bed and lay down on the sofa, with the celestial transmission of a cop drama turned up loud enough to drown out any sound from the bedroom.
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    Bruce awoke late the next morning to find Rose nibbling on his ear.
    He groaned as his eyes opened to the sight of her straddling his waist. Her breasts descended to his lips. He had never been one to wake up cheerful, especially if he did not get at least five or six solid hours of sleep. But the primal urge of his loins was stronger this morning than the customary surliness.
    He grasped the fleshy orbs and sucked on them until the nipples were small gems in his mouth. Rose maneuvered her hips down so she could scoop his stiff cock out from his boxers, guided it into her pussy and started to ride.
    He savored his pleasure until she climaxed, then held to her hips and worked her hard up and down. He came fast, a mechanical, bodily response. But when he was thinking clearly again, he was glad it had been her who had awakened him this way instead of Gina.
    â€œNice,” he yawned, stretching his arms and legs while she bobbed idly over his dwindling hard-on.
    â€œGood morning,” she smiled brightly. “Was it really nice?”
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œNice enough that you would let Madam know?”
    He frowned. “Well, yes. But why would you want me to?” He smiled decadently. “Turns you on to know you’ve been bragged about? That’s cute.”
    She shook her head and he caught the shadow of a purse at her lips. “She wants to send me home—Gina, too.”
    A nameless and unpleasant wariness crept over Bruce’s skin.
    â€œWhy?”
    Rose shrugged and this time her lips pursed truly, bitterly. “Madam doesn’t