By His Command (House of Submission 2)

His hands crept down to my breasts, setting my senses alight.

‘Can’t see any spelling mistakes.’

‘No, I mean, it’s a garbled disaster,’ I said.

‘You can look it over tonight. Change it if you need to.’

He was growing a bit of a beard and the bristles prickled at the soft skin of my neck. I loved it. There were better uses for his razor strop than sharpening a razor anyway.

‘You aren’t going to make me do it now then?’ I whispered.

‘That’d mean taking my hands off you,’ he whispered back. ‘Which is not on the cards.’

He caught my mouth in a long luscious kiss. One of his hands slid down over the bump of my stomach and into my knicker elastic.

I moaned and arched, lifting my pussy lips to meet his fingertips.

‘Soaking wet,’ he said into my ear, rubbing in lazy circles. ‘Those antique shops must really turn you on.’

‘Mmm, they do,’ I agreed, not really knowing what I was saying. I just wanted more, harder, faster. My clit was sore from all the attention it had had the night before but I just didn’t care. I gave it up to him, I made it his, whenever he wanted to use it.

‘Are you going to be a good girl?’ he murmured,

working away at me.

‘Mmm, yes,’ I whimpered. I’d do anything, there was nothing I wouldn’t do.

‘Are you going to tell me who you belong to?’

‘You, to you, God, yes.’

‘I want to make you come, and when you do, I want you to say that you’re mine.’

‘I’m yours, I’m yours.’

I wasn’t even coming yet. Call it a rehearsal.

It wasn’t long, though, before I began to push myself on his fingers, my thighs shaking while he wrenched my orgasm from me. He held me by my shoulder and made me keep still, made me feel every second to its fullest extent.

‘Yoooours,’ I said, and he laughed and kissed me.

‘The more you deny it, the truer it is,’ he said. ‘What do you say?’

‘Thank you, sir,’ I complied meekly.

‘Good girl,’ he said, removing his fingers from me and putting them to my lips for me to lick clean. ‘Best girl.’

I laid my head against his chest for a moment, coming to, then I looked up at him.

‘I’m still chained to this desk,’ I mentioned. ‘Is that … OK?’

‘I’ll let you go in a moment. First I want to show you what I’ve been doing while you’ve been slaving away.’

He took the mouse and clicked away until a web page came up that made me crinkle my nose.

‘Facebook? Really?’

‘I thought I should. I mean, all my films and their production companies have their own pages, but I’ve never taken the plunge personally. I’m going to keep it semi-private, though. Friends only. In fact, I’ve only invited one person so far.’