Page 31 of Submission


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Planting her hands on her hips, she says, “I’d rather stand.”

A force takes over me, one I can’t control. Don’t want to. Wouldn’t if I could. The desire to punish. To teach her a lesson. Two wide strides and I’ve crossed the room to her. I grab the middle of her braids, cupping the back of her neck.

I pull her close, my mouth right by her ear. “Your ass belongs to me now. I want to fuck that sass right out of you.” My words make her entire body freeze. With fear or desire or a mixture of both, I don’t know, but having the firm warmth of her body so close to mine makes my cock rouse.

Her whispered words come out shaky. “No, it doesn’t. You’re my bodyguard. That doesn’t mean you own any part of my body.”

“I’ll do what your father asked, which was to instill discipline in you. And if that means punishing every inch of that beautiful ass of yours”—I imagine her milky flesh turning a pretty blush under my hand— “then that’s what I’ll do.”

“You already did that,” she hisses. “So we’re done here.”

“I’ll say when we’re done.” I give a dark laugh, my patience growing as thin as spiderweb silk. My lips brush against her warm skin as I speak. “We haven’t even discussed your punishment.”

“For what?”

“Running off.”

She takes a sharp inhale of breath. Then pushes my chest with both of her hands. And takes off toward the door.

I reach out, grabbing her arm before she’s even made it a foot past me. I give her a hard tug, spinning her around, back to me, wrapping her against my chest. I pin her there, one arm tight around her waist. My hand slips upward, gripping the back of her neck tightly.

Now my patience is truly gone.

“You will be punished,” I say. “Right now. And you will not get away from me. So you might as well be a good little girl and obey my demands.”

“Not going to happen,” she hisses.

Fighting my tight embrace, she wriggles right to left, trying to kick me or step on my foot, I’m not sure. “Let me go! Let me go,” she shouts as she struggles.

Doesn’t matter. She can fight all she wants. “You don’t leave until I say you can go.”

I drag her to the bed, still wearing my dress shirt and pants from the gala whereas she’s barely dressed in those tiny black shorts and sweatshirt that’s ridden up over her breasts, exposing the black sports bra underneath.

I love what she’s wearing. I love how my being fully dressed and her in her tiny outfit adds to the unevenness of the power exchange. She’s completely under my control. But it’s not as effective, or fun, if she doesn’t submit to me for her punishment.

I plop down on the bed, gathering her onto my lap so that she is sitting with her back against my chest. I’m behind her, surrounding her like a cocoon. I pin her legs between mine, holding her arms tightly to her sides in a bear hug. I inhale the scent of the dried sweat from her run, from her fight, on the back of her neck, in her hair.

God, it’s intoxicating.

She stops struggling for a moment, going rigid in my arms. “Are you…smelling me?”

“No.” I leave her neck with a nip at her earlobe. Pretending that her scent isn’t the most perfect smell. “I’m planning.”

“Planning what?” She’s breathless from fighting me.

The hardness of my rising cock presses into the crack of her ass.

“Your punishment.”

“Oh, really?” She wriggles against me, giving me a taste of my own medicine by grinding her ass against my throbbing cock.

Some innocent virgin. Is she doing this on purpose? “Do you know what you’re doing to me? Naughty girl?”

She does it again, swirling that perfect ass clockwise around my lap with just the right amount of pressure to make me groan. Telling me she’s fully aware of what she’s doing. The power she has.

“No,” she croons with a sexy drawl. “I’m an innocent, naïve virgin. Remember? One who can’t think for herself and has to have a man to approve her every move.”

“God…” A growl rises out of me as I hold her tighter, fully feeling the effects of her circling ass. “No one ever said you had to have a man approve your every move.”

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