Submit (Songs of Submission #3)(33)

“Monica.”

“Jonathan.”

“It’s good to see you.”

“And you.”

“Turn around.”

My breathing immediately got heavier, pooling between my legs as I turned my back to him.

“Unbutton your pants.” His voice had gotten half an octave deeper and more staccato at the hard consonants. The change in it made laughter impossible.

I yanked my belt loose, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled down the zipper, then put my hands back at my sides.

“Good girl.”

I felt him get closer behind me. He stuck his thumbs in my waistband and tugged down my jeans. In three heaves, they were mid-thigh, with my panties still protecting my ass.

“Now,” he said, putting his hand on my back, “when I say bend over, you do it from the waist.”

“Okay.”

“Do it.”

I bent over until my nose was inches from my knees. He put his hand on my ass and a finger in my panties, slipping under them to feel me. I gasped.

“You’re wet.”

“Yes.”

“What were you thinking about while you were waiting out here?”

“Nothing.”

“This is only fun if we’re honest.” He pulled my underwear down and circled my opening with his finger. “So say it.”

Through my knees, I could see his legs behind me and the open door of the house. I closed my eyes. “I was imagining you’d come through the door. You put your hand at the back of my neck and grabbed my hair. You kissed me. Then you pulled me down until I was kneeling. You had your dick out. I don’t know how, but it’s a fantasy, and you did it really fast. And you put your c**k to my lips, and I took you in my mouth. You sighed really loud.”

“Then what?”

“I started over. Did it a little differently. Maybe more kissing. Or I went to one knee instead of both.”

“So it was that moment.”

“Yes.”

He put two fingers in me. I groaned.

“Another time. Maybe. When you trust me completely.” He leaned over, brushing his free hand against my neck and shoulder, and pulled me up to standing, telling me what he wanted with a slight pressure. He pulled out his fingers and reached around me with his other hand, cupping my chin. “Open.”

I opened my mouth, and he put in the two fingers he’d just removed from me.

“This is what I taste when I eat you.”

I sucked his fingers, savoring the sex on them, the taste of arousal filling my mouth, my tongue licking his hard fingers. His erection pressed against my ass. His other hand pressed against my belly, pulling me against him. He took his fingers out of my mouth and put them back on my cheek, leaving dampness in their wake.

“You turned on?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“If I do anything that changes that, you let me know.”

I nodded.

“I didn’t hear that.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

At once, I rebelled against the suggestion that I call him by an honorary, but at the same time, I wanted desperately to complete the act of surrender. “Yes, sir.”

“You just gave me a little palpitation.”

“I am at your service.”

He brushed my hair from my ear and spoke softly. “Your knees, darling. Turn around and make use of them.”

I stumbled a little as I tried to get on my knees in my half pulled-down pants. He took my elbow and helped me. Kneeling eye-level to his crotch, I watched him undo his pants and pull out his dick. I wanted it. I wanted to suck it dry. He took me by the back of the head and put his c**k to my lips. I waited a second before opening my mouth and giving him complete power over me.

“Like you did it at the club,” he said. “Open all the way for me.”

He pushed his hips forward, and I took him, all of him, down my throat. I groaned for him, vibrating, concentrating on keeping open, accepting, concentrating on his pleasure, which peaked my own. It wasn’t long before his thrusts became less gentle, more erratic.

“God, Monica. Get ready...” He groaned loudly, and the sticky bite of his se**n filled my mouth and throat. He slowed, still coming.

I couldn’t close my lips, so my mouth dripped his fluid. He thrust twice more then fell out of me. I looked up at him as he stroked my hair.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

He whipped out one of those expensive hankies and wiped my mouth. It felt smooth and warm. “You change when you call me sir,” he said as he helped me up.

“It turns me on.”

“It’s only for when we’re together like this.”

I nodded. He pulled me to him by the waist and kissed me hard and deep. I didn’t know if I was supposed to put my arms around him, so I kept them at my sides until he lifted them over his shoulders, and I embraced him fully.

“You’re both the best and worst submissive I’ve ever met.”

“And you’re the only dominant I’ve ever met.”

“I want to be your last. I want to ruin you for other men.”

“Better get cracking then, Drazen.”

“Sir.”

“Drazen, sir.”