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Sweet Submission

by Roxy Sloane

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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane

Cover Design: Louisa Maggio at LM Creations

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

ONE: ISABELLE

TWO: CAM

THREE: ISABELLE

FOUR: CAM

FIVE: ISABELLE

SIX: CAM

SEVEN: ISABELLE

EIGHT: CAM

NINE: ISABELLE

TEN: CAM

ELEVEN: ISABELLE

TWELVE: CAM

PROLOGUE

Most women don’t know the pleasure of total surrender.

You’ve fantasized about it. Maybe you’ve even tried. Asked for his hands to grip you a little tighter. If he could tie you up. Hold you down. Fuck you the way you need, his cock driving hard and relentless, riding your wet pussy until you can’t take it anymore.

But he always stops too soon. Eases up before you’re done. He’s careful, cautious. You know, deep down, he’s not for real.

He doesn’t mean it when he makes you beg for him to fuck you, doesn’t push you to your limits and demand everything you have to give—and more.

He doesn’t realize that domination is an act of worship. The adoration of a woman beyond all limits; the reverence to give her the pleasure she truly deserves.

You wonder, what would it be like with a man who truly commanded you? How sweet would the release be, giving yourself up completely?

No limits. No boundaries.

His control.

“Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

This girl knows that pleasure. She’s already panting, eager and wet. She falls to the floor in front of me and assumes the position.

Eyes hidden beneath a blindfold. Hands behind her back. Breasts bared. Juicy lips wide open and ready for my cock.

I trail a riding crop over her shuddering flesh, pacing a slow circle around her. Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, but she knows better than to beg for me now. Each second I wait makes her nipples stiffen, her thighs clench, her damp clit throb for more.

Still, I wait.

I watch her beautiful body carefully, landing quick strokes of the crop on her reddening skin. She moans and gasps at the brief impact, and I feel her pleasure like it was my own.

Control is my virtue. I demand everything from her, and I won’t be sated until it’s mine.

“Are you ready, my sweet?” I trail the leather crop down over her breasts. She tenses, moaning as I flick one stiff nipple.

“Yes, Master,” she gasps.

“I don’t think you are.”

I stroke the crop lower, over her bare stomach, down between her thighs. She parts them eagerly for me, baring her shaven pussy, glistening with slick desire.

She’s close.

“Please,” she moans.

I bring the crop down against her clit. She yelps in pleasure—and pain. My cock thickens to hear it. I could claim her mouth right now, shove my dick in deep and come in a single stroke with her throat clenching around me. But I hold back.

This isn’t about me. It’s her. Always her. Because the woman on her knees for me may change every other night, but the focus of my discipline remains the same.

To command her fantasy, overwhelm her every sense. Take her body to the heights of ecstasy—where it belongs.

I command her not to break her, but to pay tribute to her beauty. I dominate because that’s the truest gift a man can offer: the freedom to let go, completely, without shame or regret.

“Please, Sir,” she whimpers again.

“What did I tell you about begging?” I demand harshly.

“Not to do it, Sir,” she answers quickly.

I flick against her clit again, harder. Just the right taste of pain to keep her back from the edge.

“Why not?” I growl.

“Because...because it won’t make a difference,” she’s sobbing with need now, her body coiled so tight she can’t stand it. Still, she keeps her hands behind her back, knows that breaking position would end this in a heartbeat. “You won’t submit to me. What I want doesn’t matter here.”

“And why’s that?” I flick her nipples this time in a light, stinging stroke.

“Because you’re in charge!” Her voice rings out, thick with desire. “You control me. You control my body, my release.”

“That’s right.” I step closer, gripping her jaw and tilting her face up to me. “You belong to me. In these four walls, I have total control.”

Even blindfolded, I can see how much she wants me. Trembling and moaning, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open. The most beautiful sight in the world. “Tell me what to do, Master,” she whispers. “Tell me what you want.”