Gift of Submission (4 page)

He will come soon. He will have breakfast in his hands and watch me eat before giving me a bath. God, I love the way his hands feel as he washes me. The sponge is often abandoned, so it is his hands rubbing the soap into my skin. All he wants from me is to admit the truth that has been staring me in the face, and I have steadfastly refused. Why?

Pride. Hubris even. But the last three days have shown me that when it comes to Ash, there isn’t any part of me I won’t surrender, including the words he wants to hear. All this time I’ve been so afraid of what he might do with the knowledge that there's nothing that I won’t give him. Deep down I know he will never betray that trust. He isn’t going to hurt me. He hasn’t after having me at his complete control. There is no one anywhere near here that can save me if he decides to get all sadistic. Hell, he could beat the words out of me. Instead, his torment has been purely sexual. Those aren’t the actions of a man who wanted to hurt me.

I jump out of the bed, running to the small half bath tucked in the corner of the room. As quickly as I can I make myself as presentable as possible, meaning I brush my hair and teeth. I freshen up as much as I can before I hear his footsteps outside the door. I scurry to the bed, but I don’t get back on it. Instead, I sink down on my knees, spreading them wide and placing my hands palms up on my thighs, then bow my head.

The door opens, but he doesn’t move inside. I know he sees me. There is a straight line of sight from the door to the daybed. God, I want to peek so bad, but I don’t. This is the least I can do. I am a brat at the best of times; a little humble pie won’t kill me. Feels like it, but it won’t. So I wait. And wait. Until I finally hear his footsteps getting closer. He stops right in front of me; I can see those polished shoes and the bottoms of his tailored slacks, but not much else. I can hear him placing the tray on the table. Is he going to say anything, already?

“Do you have something to say to me, Gelisa-mine?”

Even though I’m expecting his voice, the sound still jars me. This is it—the final step to my subjugation. But then, it isn’t exactly subjugation, is it? No, it is submission.

“I submit myself to you, totally, completely. All of me. Everything, all I am is yours.”

There is nothing for a few moments. My heart beats painfully, every breath painfully drawn in. Is he mad that I took too long? The wait is killing me. I know I am supposed to stay in that position, but I’ve never been any good at doing exactly what I’m supposed to.

“Ash, I’m sorry I’ve been so stubborn,” I apologize, looking up. “I guess I—“

Before I get out the whole sentence, I am in his arms, literally being carried out of the room down the hall into the bedroom where I take morning baths. After laying me on the bed, Ash steps back, ripping off the starched, pristine white shirt and the tailored slacks. His shoes and socks are kicked off. Should’ve known he went commando. Damn, his cock is beautiful. I felt it before; I’ve just never seen it. My mouth waters as I watch it bobbing up and down, the head dribbling pre-cum from the little hole on top. I want to reach for it, but I don’t have the chance. Suddenly he’s there, pinning my arms down while forcing his way between my thighs. Not that he has to; I open for him gladly.

His entry is rough. It has been a very long time since I last had sex. Approximately three weeks before I started working for Ash four years ago. I can feel him stretching me, invading my core. God, it hurts, but it feels so good. I have wanted him so badly over the last three days—longer, really—I thought I might go mad with longing. I cant my hips, urging him forward. I don’t have to; Ash powers inside me ruthlessly, slamming his cock so deep inside me I swear I can feel him in my soul.

“Ash!” I scream, clutching at his shoulders wildly. I’m scratching him, my nails digging into his flesh, but I can’t help that. I come on impact. The first stroke and my pussy quakes crazily, but still wants more.

And he gives it to me. He isn’t gentle, he isn’t sweet or slow. Fast, hard, and deep, his thrusts inside me are ferocious, giving no quarter.

“Never deny me what’s mine,” he growls, looking fiercer than I’ve ever seen him. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes! Oh, God yes!” I scream. And I mean it. I was an idiot to try to hold out this long.

“Good girl.”

Geez, will I ever not preen at those words? And yeah, I come again. Harder this time.

Then suddenly he is gone. I try to grab him back, but I cant—he’s too quick. Damn it, he hasn’t come. I really need him to come for me just like I came for him.

“Not to worry, Gelisa-mine. We aren’t done just yet.” His voice washes over me, soothing the worried ache.

I am almost boneless as he flips me over, then pulls me to the edge of the bed so I am bent over. My legs spread automatically, my hips tilting upward to receive him. I don’t have long to wait. In no time at all he’s there, thrusting hard inside me. He is much deeper this way, impaling me. Powering inside me, he grabs my hair, forcing my body to bend backward even though I’m still bent over. God, I love it, the way he easily manipulates my body. Even better is the feel of his lips against my neck, his teeth biting into the delicate skin. I love the way his fingers tug at my hair. It hurts so damn good!

“Come now, Gelisa,” Ash commands me, his voice thick and rough. Fuck, the excitement in his tone is enough to send me over.

“I love you!” I cry out, not meaning to. Damn it, I had not planned on giving out that little bit of information.

Ash grunts, his hips slamming into me, pinning me to the bed. I can’t move, but then, I don’t want to.

We lie there for a long while, the only sound in the room our harsh intakes of air. When he finally moves, he gathers me in his arms, walking toward the bathroom.

“I know you love me, Gelisa-mine,” Ash tells me, kissing my forehead. “And I love you too. With all I am.”

It is going to be a fantastic Christmas.

Merry Christmas!