RecipeforSubmission (16 page)

She wasn’t disappointed. His tongue licked chocolate from
her breasts, tracing circles around the hardened peaks. He licked whipped cream
from her navel, swirling his tongue inside, then licked up the line he had
drawn.

“Maybe you’d like to lick some from my pussy?” she offered
and bit her lip. After two orgasms she felt she ought to have been sated, but
he had her warming again.

“I’d love to.” He smiled. “But sugar and pussies don’t mix
well.”

Oh. Right.

“I have another idea that I think you’ll like. Sit up.”

She did as directed, which put her in the perfect position
to watch him
as he unlaced the shirt enough to pull it over his head.
Well-defined pecs and six-pack abs greeted her. “Oooh la la,” she said.

He grinned, pulled off his shoes and socks, and then his
tight jeans. His cock sprang free, its full, thick length jutting out in her
direction. Yeah, that could be at least as good as having whipped cream and
chocolate licked out from her pussy.

She dipped her fingers in the chocolate and smeared it
across her breasts and stomach. She didn’t figure she’d have time to do art,
and besides, she didn’t want to take her eyes off his body. A chocolate mess
would create the same effect, anyway. He walked toward her, nudging her knees farther
apart. He was at the perfect height. His cock nudged against her pussy, seeking
entrance.

She picked up the bowl containing the whipped cream, held it
up against her chest, pressing her breast into it, and then did the same on the
other side. He watched, seeming mesmerized. When she put the bowl down, he
pushed forward, filling her in one easy thrust.

“Yesss,” she hissed. “Oh yeah.”

He pumped a couple of times inside her, pulling her toward
him. Dessert made a sticky mess between them, but it didn’t matter. He licked
her shoulder where a little had escaped.

“Use me, Milord,” she whispered.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. Breathing hard, he
increased the pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her. She wasn’t really
interested in subtlety right then anyway. She grabbed his taut ass and moved
her hips in rhythm, driving him deeper inside her. Her pussy stretched to
accommodate him. She licked his neck, tasting the trace of salt in his sweat.
She reached down between them, cupping his balls, and squeezed. She wanted to
feel him coming inside her.

She didn’t have to wait long. His hot seed jetted hard deep
into her pussy. A couple of jerks later and she joined him, her pussy squeezing
and milking the last drops out of him.

His lips met hers. She opened her mouth and their tongues
fumbled with each other. She kissed him hungrily, despite being out of breath.
Her breasts slipped and caught against his chest, lubricated and sticky from
chocolate and cream.

His lips parted from hers. “I love you.”

She smiled. The words had been on the tip of her tongue, but
she hadn’t felt like she dared say them until he said it first. “I love you
too, Milord.”

“Will you move in with me?”

She hadn’t been ready for that. She wanted to say yes but
she hesitated. “I’d love to, but…”

“But what?”

“This thing we have—it’s kind of like a fantasy, you know?
You being in control, me being under your command. Am I going to be able to get
my work done that way? What happens when we fight over how the toothpaste gets
squeezed, or towels, or whose turn it is to do the dishes, or cook?” She
paused, breathless. “Well, I guess you’ll cook.”

He grinned. “I’d guess so. The answer is that we’ll resolve
it. As equals, if we have to. That’s part of what a safe word is for, to let us
step out of our fantasy when we need to. But I’ll listen to you, Kyra, and try
to answer your needs. I’ve cleared out a room upstairs. It’s entirely empty and
yours to decorate, furnish, whatever you need to do. If you go in that room to
work, I’ll leave you be until you’re ready to come out again.”

“You’ve got this all planned.” She smiled, torn between
being flattered and being miffed that he’d gone so far without consulting her.

“Yes.” He had that smug look on his face. So lovable. So
tempting to wipe off his face, but it would take a hurtful word to do it. She
looked away. She didn’t want to be influenced by his face. Could it work? He
said the room was empty. He hadn’t made any assumptions about what she wanted
or needed. He’d left as much up to her as he could, she supposed, while still
making the whole thing a surprise. She had the feeling her life would be full
of surprises if she moved in with him.

He said she could use her safe word to make sure that they
could talk as man and woman rather than Master and slave. Or Milord and wench.
“I’d feel like I let you down if I used my safe word.”

“Why?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know why.”

“Maybe you need some practice.”

“And how am I going to get that? Anyway, I think we both
need a shower. Or a lot of licking. Or both.”

He kissed her below the throat and licked up some brown and
white goodness in the process. “I agree. Let’s just shower.”

She blinked, disappointed. His tongue felt good and she was
looking forward to licking his chest clean, or as clean as she could. It wasn’t
just the sweet taste she was looking forward to. Besides, she hadn’t had a
chance to get any on his cock yet.
Still, he’s in charge.
“Um, okay.”

“A cold shower, no hot water at all. Let’s go.” He hooked
his finger into the ring on her collar and tugged. She got off the counter in a
hurry, but then stopped. He could probably drag her that way if he wanted to,
but he seemed to want to give her a chance to get her feet planted.

“What the hell?” she asked.

“That’s what the hell, Milord.” He pulled and started
walking toward the stairs.

“No way am I getting in a cold shower when we could be—”

“You have a better idea?”

If he was going to be such a jerk about it she wasn’t sure
she cared to be licking him clean. And the collar wasn’t seeming like such a
great idea, either. “A hot shower,” she said.

He chuckled. “Nope.”

She was thinking furiously. She didn’t want to say no and
bolt. Anyway, he’d grab her and toss her in the tub, probably. And while that
had a certain appeal, it lost all its charm with cold water at the end of it.
“Please not cold water.”

“It’s good for you.”

“Let me rephrase that. No. Not only no, but hell no.
Milord.”

“Yes.”

She shivered. No way was she jumping in some cold water
right now. She hated to say it, but she was going to have to. “Banana.”

To her surprise he let her go and smiled. “Good girl,” he
said. “Well done. You’re no mouse, to submit to just anyone, or to anything
I
say when I’m heading in what is obviously the wrong direction. We can, and we
will, work things out when they need to be worked out.”

“Oh.” Once again, he was several steps ahead of her, it
seemed. From the look on his face, he’d planned on her saying her safe word the
whole time. She stood up on her toes so she could get some semblance of
standing eye to eye with him and said, “Banana, banana, banana.” By the last
time she said it she felt so ridiculous that she was about to laugh.

He nodded approvingly. “You rock. When you’re ready to let
me have control again, I have a plastic sheet on the bed and I was thinking
we’d finish off dessert there, and then, perhaps, take a warm bath together in
my nice oversized tub.”

“Just like that, huh?”

“Just like that.”

“You had to rub it in that you had it all planned, didn’t
you?”

“I wouldn’t want my wench to think her Lord was unprepared.”
His eyes glittered.

“Well. Fine.” She took a breath. “This wench will be happy
to surrender, Milord. Will you help me move? That truck of yours would be
mighty handy.”

He grinned. “I will most definitely help you move.” And as
if to show her how helpful he could be, he picked her up and carried her into
the bedroom.

Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the
multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer ebooks or
paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic
reading experience that will leave you breathless.

www.ellorascave.com