Submitting to Her by Max Sebastian

Zoe left me to pay, waltzing out of
the building leaving everyone in the lobby under the impression I'd
just slept with a high-class call girl.
    I kept my eyes well away from any accusatory
stares, though I caught a blush on the face of the receptionist who
checked me out. What could I do? I could hardly make a declaration
that she was my boss, not my whore. That I hadn't even come the
whole time we were up there.
    I was sweating with need as I drove home that
night, trying to keep the carnal thoughts out of my head.
Eventually I was able to calm down, though I wondered just how long
my personal resolve would last.
     
     
*
     
     
    I became Zoey's frequent chauffeur, and while
I still did my duty regularly within her office, often she'd have
me take her home instead, where she could use me to her heart's
content without threat of interruption, and then send me
packing.
    Tuesdays and Thursdays, I'd usually take her
to the gym, even acting as her personal trainer. It meant I'd be
acting dominantly with her - something to which she seemed
strangely responsive. I, on the other hand, after years of
dominating my sexual partners, now felt actively uncomfortable
ordering her around, feeling more of an urge to kneel before her
than lord it over her.
    Still, I enjoyed seeing her in her skintight
gym clothes, and when she worked up a sweat, she was always keen to
head back home afterward for a slow, sensual massage.
    Friday night came to be a kind of date night.
It meant I missed my regular night out with the guys, but I was so
obsessed with my new relationship that it seemed far too easy to
cast aside my age-old tradition.
    One particular Friday, Zoey was out of town
for the day, meeting with a law firm in Alexandria, leaving me
wondering all afternoon whether I would get to see her that
evening. I'd sent her a couple of texts and an email subtly asking
her plans for the weekend, and heard nothing in return. Five
o'clock turned up, and my colleagues began to leave, and still I'd
had nothing from her.
    Six o'clock came around, finding me
completely alone in the office again, the distant sound of vacuum
cleaners ramming home the depressing message that I should just
wrap it up, head home.
    But as I pulled on my jacket ready to head
down to my car, I heard the quiet ring of the elevator arriving on
our floor. My heart skipped a few beats. Scooting over to lean out
into the aisle, I could just about see all the way down there as
the elevator doors opened. The sight of the FedEx guy made my heart
sink.
    "Aiden Jones?" He called, spotting me lurking
there like an idiot.
    "That's me," I yelled back.
    He handed me a small box, and by the time I'd
got the packing tape out of the way, he'd already left the
building. Those delivery guys have big routes to get around.
    I hadn't been expecting anything - certainly
hadn't been expecting what I received. A pair of little black lace
panties and a movie ticket.
    What a nice way to be invited out to the
pictures. The ticket gave me enough information to track down the
right theater, and I arrived just as the lights were fading for the
showing - spotting a smiling Zoey Schoenberg towards the back,
nicely distant from anyone else.
    "Hey," I said quietly as I took off my jacket
and found my seat.
    "You got my message, then?" she grinned.
    "I guess so. I think you dropped something
when you were FedExing me the ticket," I retrieved her panties,
dangled them in front of her.
    "Thought you might need some incentive," she
shrugged, then lifted her feet up onto the top of the seat in
front. In the silver-blue light from the movie screen, I could see
that she hadn't bothered to replace the underwear she'd sent over
to me by FedEx Express.
    The rows were spacious for a movie theater,
but I'm not entirely sure how I managed to wedge myself in
position. I had the motivation to find a way, and as it turned out,
feasting on the delicious brunette through the first two acts made
it quite the most memorable movie