Secrets & Submission

ELLA

“Igive up” is meant as a statement of weakness or exasperation. Or at least I always thought that’s what it meant and that you were less than if you “gave up.”

But releasing control and worries, giving them to Z … giving up has never felt so freeing. With James, he let me lean on him, he didn’t take control. He didn’t consume the burden and leave me free to just … be. I loved him so very much for being my partner.

Zander is more than just my partner, though. So very much more.

I’ve decided to let him handle anything and everything he wishes. The moment that switch was made, everything fell into place far too easily. It’s almost too good to be true. Between Zander and Kam there isn’t a worry in the world other than pleasing Z. Which is exactly what he commands.

My cheeks are sore and my lips are slightly swollen as my knees rub against the carpet.

“Do you think you’ve pleased me?” he asks in a husky whisper. Zander’s voice alone sends shivers along my naked skin. I love the timbre of it, the deep need laced in between his masculine and controlling tone. He needs me just as much as I need him. He needs to take care of me as much as I need it. It’s all simply too good to be true.

I murmur around his cock, humming that I have pleased him before peeking up at him through my thick lashes. He’s naked, every inch of him. Dim light that peeks through the curtains from the moon outside slips across his hard muscle and deep grooves. He’s a sex god, a greedy Adonis who’s left me sore and satisfied and eager to do anything and everything he wishes.

I’ve pleased him for three days straight since the restaurant incident. Which I would very much like to do again.

I lean back to rest on my legs which are folded underneath me, the heels of my feet digging into my bare and reddened ass to catch my breath. I keep my balance, gripping his muscular thigh with my left hand and stroke him with my right.

His hand spears through the hair at the back of my head and he tightens a fist around it, forcing me to look up at him.

He stares down at me with longing, and all I can hear is my racing heart. I don’t deserve him, but I’ll do whatever I can to keep him.

“How do you want me?” I question coyly and in an instant, his lips crash against mine with a hunger that I thought long ago would have waned.

If anything, the closer we get, the closer I want to be to him and it seems the same for him. Please never leave me.

“Just like that,” he murmurs in a tone drenched with lust and tells me to put my hands on my thighs. “Tongue out and open wider,” he tells me, nearly breathless with want. I do as commanded and watch him stroke himself, finding his release with a deep groan as he stares into my eyes.

His cum is warm and salty. “Swallow it,” he commands and I do. Every bit of it.

As I shift from where I am, I can still feel him inside of me and the tender skin on my backside adds a hint of pain that only intensifies the pleasure.

He spanked me for mouthing off, fucked me until I came, and now this: finding his release in my mouth. It’s the perfect fucking punishment, if I do say so myself. I watch as he gets dressed, putting on his dark gray pajama pants from earlier.

A smile plays at my lips as he lifts me gently and I cling to him until he carefully places me in bed with my tender backside up. I knew it was coming. It’s routine now.

Even without the covers, without his touch on me, my entire body is lit with a warmth that stays with me all day and night.

It’s a comfort and satisfaction that I desperately wish to hold on to.

He hums as his hand grips my ass and I respond immediately. My back arching, my bottom lip dropping. The sudden pleasure and pain were unexpected.

“You’ll be quiet when I tell you to be next time won’t you, little bird?”

“Yes,” I answer immediately and he releases his grip, giving me a soothing rub instead. The cool gel I know all too well now soothes the heat the moment he rubs it in.

“I do love that mouth of yours,” he growls as he rubs across my ass and upper thighs. I can’t help the heat and the blush that comes over me. His praise is my drug.

I don’t even remember what I said that led to a punishment. Probably something snarky and he bit back, so I bit harder. All I know is that he’s far too aware, I was pushing just to push. Topping from the bottom is what he calls it.

“If tomorrow goes well, The Firm will issue a statement to the judge and all should go through easily enough.”

“Kam told me the wheels were loosened,”I confess to him, although I’m sure he already knows. He just may not know that Kam told me. I slip my arms beneath the pillow and peek back at him.

His shoulders rise and fall with a steadying breath. I realize he and Kam have differing opinions on what I should be privy to, but the two of them seem to have hashed things out from what I know.

Z’s grunt, rough but barely heard, is telling. He doesn’t like the manner in which Kam gets things done. Bribes and such. “The wheels are loosened, yes.” His reluctance brings a smile to my lips that I try to hide in the crook of my arm.