Saved by Submission (9 page)

Jacob’s deep laugh made her shiver with excitement. “I think I’ll be able to manage, sub.”

And with that, he grabbed her clothes and stood, lifting her from her kneeling position, into his arms as he did so, and then walked down a short flight of steps into a more private part of the club.

“I can walk, you know, Sir,” she said, pushing herself away from his body, wanting to put her feet on solid ground.

But she was not to get her way. Jacob flipped her, effortlessly, over his shoulder, and she yelped when he gave her a resounding smack on her bare bottom.

“I decide where your body is going to be, not you.”

Knowing it was futile to struggle, and would no doubt result in him spanking her even harder, Megan scowled and let her body go limp.

Megan had not been to this area before, her waitressing duties keeping her on the main level only, but she knew what was down there—rooms for Doms and subs to use if they wanted more privacy.

Her heart was in her mouth as he carried her down a hallway, richly carpeted with three rooms on each side. She wondered how many times he had brought subs down here, but pushed the thought angrily from her mind. Now was not the time to dwell on the past. He wanted her, and that was all that mattered right now.

Her thoughts switched from wanting to walk on her own to what was about to happen in one of those rooms. Her pussy throbbed with desire and all she could think about was his thick, long shaft entering her while she lay under him.

Only one door remained slightly open, a sign that the room was vacant, and Jacob swung the door open with his foot. Once inside he released her, her body sliding down the front of his until she was standing in the richly furnished bedroom.

Her toes sank into a thick, cream carpet. A huge four-poster bed dominated one end of the room, covered in a dark red quilt and matching king size pillows. Two comfy looking armchairs stood in front of a fireplace, and flames danced brightly in the grate, warm and inviting.

Jacob ran a finger down her cheek. “Spread your legs for me then put your hands behind your head, sub.”

His voice was soft and deep, and Megan’s pulse began to quicken. How did he have such an instant effect on her? She had never responded to anyone like this before. The need to obey him and put herself under his control made her head spin, but any fear or anxiety was quickly overtaken by raw need and desire.

She assumed the stance he had instructed her to take. Her breasts jutted out, high and proud, as her back arched.

“This is the inspection position, and it allows me to inspect your body to ensure you are ready and willing to serve,” he said.

With that, he took her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, rolling and teasing them, until they peaked into stiff points.

“These will look beautiful, decorated with a little jewelry,” he commented, and then walked around her, stopping to run his hands over her ass cheeks, making her catch her breath when he let one hand slide between them.

“Bend over.”

It was an order, and when she hesitated for just a second, he slapped her bottom.

“Now, sub.”

She complied immediately and let out a gasp when he ran one finger over her most private place.

Jacob’s voice was close to her ear. “It’s something we will save for another time, but you need to know that I fully intend to use
every
part of you. Now, stand back up.”

When he let one hand slide up between her legs, from behind, and run through her folds, Megan closed her eyes, her legs trembling. She wanted to beg him to make her come, right here, while she stood in front of him.

Her pussy throbbed, and she instinctively tried to push back against him, needing him to rub her clit so she could find some relief from the desire that threatened to overwhelm her.

He moved back and took his hand away. She moaned, “No…please,” and he chuckled.

“Do you want to feel my cock inside you, sub? Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice a rough-like growl.

“Yes, oh please, yes.”

Jacob whisked her off her feet and strode to the bed. He laid her on her back, and took each of her wrists, clipping cuffs around them, which in turn, were secured to the bed posts by thick chains.

Taking one of the large pillows, he pushed it under her, so her bottom was raised off the mattress. Then he took each ankle and did the same as he’d done with her wrists.

He stood up and surveyed his spread-eagled submissive laying before him. “You look gorgeous, Megan, open and ready for whatever I want to give you.”

Megan watched, not able to take her eyes from him, as he shrugged out of his shirt and jeans, his huge, erect member jutting out in front of him.

In seconds, he had knelt up on the bed between her quivering thighs. Then he leaned over her, his body looming over hers, large and intimidating, and he held himself up, his forearms tanned and muscular.

“What is your safe-word, little sub?”

“Purple,” she whispered back, not able to tear her eyes away from his.

“Good girl,” he replied, and she hitched a breath as she felt the tip of his cock pushing against her opening.

She had a second of panic. What if he was too big and hurt her? What if she shouted for help, but nobody heard?

But he didn’t allow her to dwell on any other thoughts or fears. In one swift movement he thrust his cock inside her.

“Ohh…,” she gasped, the fullness almost overwhelming. It had been a long time since she had had a man inside her, let alone one of this size.

She pulled against the chains, but none of her limbs could move. He had all the power and control, and she could do nothing but feel—feel his body on top of hers and his member filling every centimeter of her pussy.

He gave her a couple of seconds to adjust to him and then he moved slowly, in and out, making her moan with desire. He lowered his mouth to kiss her taut, erect nipples.

When he increased the speed and hardness of his thrusts, her hands managed to grip the chains, her orgasm building quickly and powerfully within her.

Jacob saw her close her eyes and knew that his little sub was working her way to an explosive release.

Jesus Christ, her pussy felt incredible, all tight and hot around his cock. Her cunt gripped him each time he pushed into her, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long.

Her skin glowed from the firelight, and her long, copper hair was spread out in a tangled mess around her. God, it was a long, long time since he had been attracted to someone this way. In fact, he doubted he’d felt so strongly about anyone.

He let his forearms drop and his body completely covered hers, his hands gripping her wrists while he pounded into her, over and over.

Suddenly, she let out a scream, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, and he felt her whole body shudder against his. The chains rattled, her hips bucking under him, and her pussy clenched around him while she came over and over.

He gritted his teeth, holding out until her body stilled under his, then powered into her, unable to contain himself any longer.

Seconds before he let his orgasm hit, he reached down and pinched her clit between finger and thumb, timing it perfectly so that she came again, with another scream, at the same second he did.

He felt it travel, from his toes, to the tips of his fingers, his massive erection buried deep within her hot, wet, pussy, and he held her tight against him, her breasts crushed under his chest, while he slowly returned back to earth.

He lowered his head, and kissed her long and hard. Her eyes slowly opened, and she gave him a warm, satisfied smile that made him want to kiss every inch of her and start all over again.

But it was the first time she had ever experienced being taken this way, chained and under someone else’s control, and now he had a duty to give his little sub some serious aftercare.

When he pulled out of her, she looked lost, like he had deserted her. He left the bed quickly, undoing the cuffs in seconds, and then lifted her straight from the bed and into his arms, feeling her hot, damp body next to his.

He could have just sat back down with her, right there, but instead, he took her over to the welcoming fire, pulled a blanket from a pile that had been left on a small side table, and settled down in one of the big, comfy armchairs.

Megan curled up under the blanket and snuggled down on his lap, tucking her head under his chin.

Jacob smiled to himself. Two lots of aftercare in one evening, and it felt fucking awesome. He must be getting soft in his old age if this was what was giving him his kicks.

But the truth was, this woman had really got under his skin, and in such a short space of time.

Apparently, the club had thought of everything. Just behind the chair, tucked against the wall was a small fridge, and he leaned back, managing to retrieve two bottles of ice cold water without disturbing Megan too much.

“Time to rehydrate, sweetheart,” he said, handing one of the bottles to her and then taking a long, welcome sip of his own.

When she put the bottle down beside her leg, Jacob put a finger under her chin and tipped her head up, so he could see her face.

“How did you feel, being cuffed and chained to the bed, Megan?” he asked.

She tried to lower her head, and he chuckled, seeing a blush starting to creep up her cheeks.

“Look at me, and tell the truth,” he ordered.

She slowly raised her head back up. “Do we have to talk about it now?” she asked in a small voice. “I’m kind of embarrassed.”

“Yes, we do. I need to know how you are feeling, so next time we can work on any fears or anxiety you might be feeling.”

Megan sighed. “I was scared at first. There’s no one here but the two of us, you know? Nobody was going to step in if there was a problem, and I had to trust that you wouldn’t hurt me, or anything. I mean, I didn’t think you would…honestly…but…”

Jacob kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for that honesty, sweetheart. It’s okay to be afraid; this is all very new to you. Your trust means a lot, and so does your bravery.”

They sat together, in front of the fire, neither of them feeling the need to say anything; both of them just enjoying the closeness of the other.

After a while, he stretched and sighed. “Alright, sub, it’s time to get you home before they lock the place up and we’re stuck in here till morning.”

Megan pulled the blanket tighter around her. “Mmm, that doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

“Come on lazy, up you go,” Jacob said. He lifted her off his lap, stood her up, and then pulled the blanket from her body.

“Oh, that was an evil thing to do,
Sir
,” she whined.

He laughed, and she let out a yelp, when slapped her on the ass. “Yep, I’m just an evil Dom. Now go and get dressed,” he growled.

Less than five minutes later, Jacob was standing by the bar while Megan went to get her coat and bag. He had called for a taxi, and as he stood waiting for her, he mulled over the fact that it would be a week before he could get over this way again.

He was surprised at how much he would miss her, and wondered if she was feeling the same way.

In no time at all, she was ready to leave. He retrieved his bag and pulled on his leather jacket, which the bar staff had kindly stashed behind the counter, with the bag, when the two of them had moved to the bedroom. Then he grabbed her hand, and led the way up the stairs to the main doors.

“I’m going to take you home in a taxi, just to make sure you get there safely.”

It was not a statement she could argue with, especially as the last time she had tried, she’d ended up over his knee, getting her bottom spanked.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

As they walked onto the main street, the cold air hit her head on. The temperature must have dropped about twenty degrees since she had arrived at work that evening, and when Jacob stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her, keeping the worst of the drizzle and wind from reaching her body, she realized how good it felt having someone take care of her like this.

She couldn’t remember the last time a man had seen her home. Most of the men she’d dated had left her to her own devices at the end of the night.

She had really missed out. If she had met someone like Jacob a couple of years ago, she might not have turned out to be so cynical about men and relationships. If only she had known it could be like this.

He might not be too impressed if she let him in to the apartment, though, especially if Nicky had left it in the same state as last night. And the night before, come to think of it.

Nicky had promised that she wouldn’t let that creep, AJ, in anymore, but Megan had a suspicion that her friend had been doing a lot of entertaining while she was at the BDSM club, and had got whoever was there to leave before Megan got home.

Maybe she would just be able to thank Jacob at the front door and say goodnight, although that would seem a bit rude.

God, what was she going to do? She really didn’t want Nicky blurting out some drunken story about the strip club. She was going to tell him, but in her own time.

The taxi arrived, and in less than five minutes, they pulled up in front of her dreary-looking building. He paid the fare and then Megan led the way up three flights of stairs, finally coming to a stop outside the furthest apartment door on that floor.

She turned, the key in her hand, and smiled up at Jacob. “Well, thank you for seeing me…”

She stopped, midsentence, when he held his hand out for the key.

“Really, it’s okay,” she continued. “You must be exhausted with all that driving, and being at the club this late. I’ll just go in and get straight to bed.”

He shook his head. “You’re nervous, sweetie. And that means I get to see that everything is all right inside. Then I’ll leave you to sleep.”

He nodded towards the key again, and reluctantly, she placed it in the palm of his hand.

“Please, please, just for once, Nicky, be fast asleep with all your stuff tidied up.”

Jacob unlocked the door and held it open for her. He followed her in, and shut it, the click echoing in the dark, quiet hallway.