His to Command #5: The Submission (2 page)

“Go and put on the outfit I gave you to wear. Meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She stood up and hurried out the door to her room. It would take almost that long to put on the tiny garment, or at least to figure it out with all the straps. She picked it up and tried to figure out what went where. She fastened a strap around her waist, then another behind her neck. The straps surrounded her breasts and crisscrossed her body. Next, she slipped on the tiny leather thong. She glanced in the mirror. The black straps against her pale skin looked very striking. And sexy, with her breasts totally naked and her nipples poking forward at full attention. Four short straps still lay on the bed. Wrist and ankle bands. She sat on the bed and began fastening each into position.

She knew she should be thinking about Matt’s lie about his relationship with Ileana. She knew she should consider walking away from this week with him. But she didn’t want to. Maybe she couldn’t trust him in the relationship department, but he wasn’t offering her a relationship…other than business. But this week…Oh, God, as soon as he’d walked into the room she’d started getting wet. His masculine presence dominated any room, and she was helpless to resist him.

She finished fastening the second ankle strap and glanced at the clock, then shot to her feet as she realized she had less than a minute to get downstairs. She grabbed the high-heeled pumps with the metal stiletto heels that he’d given her with the outfit and hurried down the hall, knowing she’d move faster carrying them than wearing them. Once at the bottom of the stairs, she stepped into them, then continued to the kitchen.

“Late again.” He stood in the kitchen, a commanding male specimen, even when totally naked.

Especially
naked. His big cock hung in front of him like a pendulum, then it began to stiffen as his gaze glided the length of her. When it rested on her naked breasts, her nipples puckered. Oh, God, she wanted him to touch them.

“You really need to learn some discipline. And I have just the solution. Follow me.”

He walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, Kate following on his heels. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his hard, tight butt.

He opened a door then her heart leaped as she realized there were stairs leading down.

The basement.

So, have you seen his dungeon yet?
Ileana had said casually.
It’s in the basement…

She hesitated as he started down the stairs, but she forced herself to follow him. He led her to a solid oak door, then opened it.

…and well soundproofed. No one would hear you scream.

Her eyes widened and memories of that other dungeon catapulted through her mind, when she’d screamed long and loud and no one had come to help.

She couldn’t force herself to step inside. She noticed chains on the wall and a big
X
made of wood with chains attached to each end. A person chained to it would be forced into a spread-eagled position. Open and vulnerable.

There was a padded bench about waist high, which she could imagine being bent over to be spanked or penetrated. There were other pieces of equipment around the room, but it all faded away as she became overwhelmed with emotion. Memories of being chained and then being whipped again and again in Ileana’s dungeon kept her frozen to the spot, her breath shallow and her head spinning.

“I said follow me.”

At Matt’s quiet but authoritative tone, Kate stepped into the dungeon without a thought, the submissive in her taking control. She crossed to where he stood by the tall bench she’d noticed earlier. He guided her to stand in front of it and pressed her forward. The top was padded leather. She heard a clinking as Matt fastened a chain to the loops on her ankle bands. He then moved in front of her and fastened her wrists to chains on the other side, holding her in the bent position.

A second later, he was behind her, stroking her bare behind, then his hard, hot body pressed close to her as he reached over the bench to cup her breasts. He stroked her nipples, then teased and pinched until her breathing became erratic, pleasure tingling through her. He glided his hands along her sides as he stood, then stroked her behind. Round and round. One hand on each cheek.

Would he pull back and smack her ass again? When the flat of his hand connected with her flesh, the sharp sound would fill the room.

She longed to hear it. To feel it.

But instead he slid his finger under the crotch of her thong and stroked her slit. She sucked in a breath as his fingers slid inside her. At the same time, he pressed his other palm to the base of the butt plug and moved it in a circle, causing the plug to swirl inside her tight channel.

He chuckled. “Clearly, you like that.”

She realized she was arching back against his hand. He pushed his fingers deeper and stroked her inner passage. He tore away the thong—she hadn’t realized it had Velcro on the waistband—then she felt something thicker than a finger stroke along her ass. His hot, rock-hard cock glided between her legs, over her slick slit. Back and forth. Stroking her.

He leaned close to her ear and murmured, “Do you want me to fuck you now?” His breath sent tendrils of hair fluttering along her neck. “To drive my hard cock into you right alongside this?” He wiggled the butt plug, sending electric shimmers through her.

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

He positioned his cock against her opening, teasing her with the mushroom-shaped head.

“When I fill you, it will be like you have two cocks inside you. Like two men are fucking you.”

“Yes,” she murmured, wishing he would do it right now.

He continued to stroke her and she oozed with need. Dripping in readiness.

“Please, Mr. Pearce. I need you inside me.”

His laugh rumbled from his chest. “Like this?” He drove forward and she gasped as his thick shaft filled her completely.

Without even giving her time to breathe, he thrust again. His fingers found her clit and he stroked it, and kept on while he drew back and drove forward again. Then again. Pleasure rose in her, building and building with each deep thrust. She squeezed her intimate muscles around him, making her intensely aware of the butt plug filling her other canal.

He flicked her clit while driving deep and she moaned. Blazing hot pleasure erupted inside her and she wailed. As he kept pounding into her—his hard body bouncing against her, then away with each one—the pleasure intensified, until she exploded in total bliss, her wails turning to screams.

He groaned. “Fuck, I’m coming.” He jerked against her, then heat blasted her insides as he came inside her.

They both collapsed against the bench, gasping for air. She had never been so loud in her life. Being in a place where she knew no one could hear her had been liberating.

Matt’s lips played along the back of her neck, sending quivers of awareness through her. “You’re such a wild thing, I might have to start keeping you on a leash.”

He stepped back and she felt him draw the butt plug from her opening. His hand glided down her legs, then she felt her ankles being unchained.

On a leash
. For some reason, the idea excited her. She could imagine a collar around her neck with a chain attached. Maybe while she sat by his feet in front of the fireplace, him reading a paper as he stroked her hair.

He unfastened her wrists and helped her straighten up. Then he scooped her over his shoulder and stroked her bare ass as he carried her up the stairs.

Matt set Kate down at the top of the stairs, tempted to drag her off to bed and have his way with her again, but knowing they could both use a breather first. His gaze trailed over her body as she preceded him down the hall. Her thong was still in the dungeon somewhere and all she wore were a few straps of leather that covered absolutely nothing.

Her hips swayed as she walked and he longed to stroke the round, firm flesh.

Damn, his cock was rising again. It was so difficult to control his desires where Kate was involved. He would love to keep her chained to his bed and make love to her nonstop.

But life wasn’t like that. And even though she was here for submissive training—and she’d made it clear to him that she wanted that to include sex—they both needed to eat occasionally.

Once they reached the living room, she turned and stood silently, waiting. Like a good sub.

“Kitchen,” he said, then followed her.

She pushed open the swinging door into the kitchen and he followed her through. As soon as they were in the room, cool ceramic tile under his feet, surrounded by dark wood cupboards and the soft light of the setting sun gleaming on the black granite countertops, the desire to take her again consumed him.

He grabbed her elbow and turned her around, then his lips captured hers hungrily. She was so soft, and her lips so sweet. He dipped his tongue inside and swirled, circling his arm around her waist and drawing her tight to his body.

Oh, God, he wanted her.

He turned her and leaned her over until her breasts were crushed against the glossy granite. His cock twitched at the thought of her nipples tightening as they pressed against the cold stone. He stepped behind her and wrapped his hand around his hard cock and glided inside her. Slow and deep.

Damn it, he had to get some control. He had only this week with her; after that, their relationship would be business only. How would he cope with that? He would have to control his desire around her. He drew back and glided deep again, the deep craving for her vibrating through every part of him.

He
had
to learn control around her. And now was a good time.

He drew back and eased in again. One more time. That’s all he would allow himself.

Her murmur of pleasure as he filled her deeply was almost his undoing, but with an iron will, he drew back again and this time, slid out of her soft, warm body. Her sound of disappointment stroked his ego, but he stepped away.

“That’s enough distraction for now.” He drew her to a standing position and patted her behind. “You go upstairs and change while I make dinner. You can go to the black armoire in my room and pick something comfortable to wear for dinner.” He’d bought a sexy wardrobe of clothing for her so he could dress her how he pleased as part of her submissive training. As he watched her walk away, her hips swaying, he wondered how he’d cook dinner with his cock hard and aching.

Kate was so turned on, she could barely stand it. She walked up the stairs and down the hall. Matt had more than satisfied her in the dungeon, but then when he’d glided his big, hard cock into her in the kitchen, she’d been ready for another trip to heaven. Then he’d pulled out, leaving her craving more.

Part of the training, she assumed. Keeping his sub in line.

She entered his room, and the sight of his big bed with the masculine black and gray linens tempted her. Maybe she’d lay down on that bed and stroke herself to orgasm. Would Matt be downstairs, doing the same thing? He’d been hard as a rock when he’d pulled away.

She sat down on the side of the bed, thoughts of him stroking his hard erection. She glanced toward the dresser where he’d retrieved the butt plug earlier, wondering if he had other interesting devices in there. She stood and walked to the dresser and reached for the handle to pull open the side drawer.

But she didn’t feel right going through his private stuff. At the thought, her gaze darted to the bedside table. Ileana had told her the engagement ring was still in there and Kate had almost gone searching for it. She drew in a breath and walked to the black armoire—the one Matt had told her to look inside for clothing—and opened the doors. Barely paying attention to what she was doing, she grabbed a pair of black jeans and a red pullover. She shed the leather harness and began to dress, her gaze flicking to the bedside table.

Damn Ileana for coming here and disrupting this time she had with Matt. Sowing seeds of doubt. Making her face the fact he’d lied to her.

But she knew he had probably lied about how serious his relationship with Ileana had been because he didn’t want to hurt her. He had hesitated even telling her he’d dated Ileana, but he had owned up to it. The bottom line was that it didn’t really matter. Kate and Matt weren’t in a romantic relationship—and he resisted her attempts to change that—so he had no obligation to tell her anything about his private life.