An American Submissive in Britain (16 page)

Guy watched his angry, worried sub pace up and down a couple of times before he got off the bed. He met her halfway across the room and put his hands on her shoulders.

“I should put you over my knee for speaking to me that way, but I appreciate the fact that this has come as a surprise, and I’ll let it go this time.” He tilted her chin up with his finger ‘til their eyes met. “Gina, I want you to have a good experience with your family. By speaking to him first, I can reassure you that he is looking forward to meeting you very much and has torn a strip off his sister for her behavior toward you.

“Part of my job as your Dom is to look out for your best interests and to find the best way to help you overcome any difficulties you might have. As my submissive, can you let me do that?”

Gina thought over his words. It really was all or nothing with a Dom/sub relationship. She had to relinquish
all
the control to her Dominant, or it couldn’t work. It was time to get off the fence and submit her whole self—both physically
and
emotionally. If Guy was willing to give this his all, then so would she.

“Yes, Sir, I want you to do that for me. I want to submit to you completely.”

As the words left her lips, something inside Gina shifted. When she had realized that BDSM was something that was missing from her life, there had always been a small, nagging part of her that had questioned whether she could give herself entirely.

Standing there in front of Guy, that feeling finally left her and she knew without a doubt that all she wanted, was this lifestyle. She couldn’t go back to what she’d had before, no matter what.

Guy pulled her to him, crushing her breasts against his chest and taking her mouth with his. Gina let him willingly, needing this big, dominant man to control every part of her. Once his mouth released hers, he grinned at her, breathless.

He then smacked her ass, “Have a quick shower; I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”

Gina scolded herself over the fact that she was disappointed he did not want to join her in the shower.

*
* * *

The warm water felt refreshing, but while she washed herself, Gina’s practical side kicked in and she forced herself to look at the facts sensibly, away from the temptation of her Dom.

Guy had been wonderful, helping her to become a true submissive, but she had to accept that this was only a temporary arrangement.

Maybe it was his ability as a Dom that attracted her to him so much.

Yeah, right, sure it is
, she thought,
absolutely no personal attraction between us at all.
Who was she kidding?

With a sigh, she got out of the shower, dried and dressed, and went downstairs to spend
more
time with the man she could not afford to fall for.

Chapter Eight

Standing in her new house once again, it began to hit Gina that this beautiful property was actually hers. The question now: what was she going to do with it?

Guy had brought the relevant papers with him, and after they had walked through all the rooms again, including the basement, much to Gina’s dismay, they both sat on the window seat in the kitchen while Gina signed her name on every document, wanting to get the paperwork over with
before
her brother showed up.

Guy had gone along with her wishes, but had been insistent about her going down the stairs into the darkness below the kitchen. He had held her hand tightly and had shown her exactly where the light switch was. Although she had felt a little shaky, she was proud of herself for not freaking out this time and making another fool of herself.

Guy checked over the papers to make sure everything was in order and then officially handed over the keys. “Congratulations, you now own a property in England,” he said, pulling Gina onto his lap astride him, and then proceeded to let both his hands travel under her sweater, each one finding a soft breast and rapidly tightening nipple.

Gina let out a small moan when he took each bud between thumb and finger, flicking and then rubbing them until they ached with the now familiar desire that Guy seemed able to instill in her whenever he touched any part of her body.

She wondered how he managed to have such an immediate effect on her. No one had ever been close to making her feel so aroused just by playing with her breasts.

When his mouth replaced his fingers, heat seared from her nipples to her pussy in one fluid feeling, and she wriggled around on his lap, trying to get him to release her in case her new half-brother decided to arrive at that moment. That was just what she needed, for him to walk in and find her having an orgasm in her recently inherited kitchen.

One strong arm wrapped around her like a band of iron and secured her hands behind her back while his other hand spanked her bottom hard. She stopped moving and then gasped when his spanking hand began to pull her leggings down over her ass with ease. Before she had a chance to move or complain, he pushed her panties to one side and slid two large fingers into her pussy, which began to pulsate with the heat of her arousal. All the while, his mouth played with her nipples, flicking them with his hot tongue and sucking on the hard, red buds ‘til she thought she’d scream with delight.

Her whole body was under his command; she had no control over herself or her reactions anymore.

He thrust his fingers in and out of her wetness, and she felt yet another orgasm rising within her.

When his mouth moved away from her breasts, she whimpered. “Who do these breasts belong to?” he growled.

“Y…You, Sir,” she managed, panting.

His thumb slid over her clit. “And who does this pussy belong to, sub?” Guy demanded.

“It belongs to you, Sir.”

At her answer, he took his thumb and finger and pinched her clit. She cried out as she came, and her head fell forward on to his chest for support. Ripples of pleasure moved right through her body, and another orgasm ripped through her, sending her over the edge again. This time she cried out Guy’s name when he sucked on one rosy pink bud and rubbed her over sensitized, swollen clit with his thumb.

He let her ease back down slowly, murmuring soft words to her about how beautiful she was when she came and stroking her long, thick hair.

The trembling in her body finally came to a stop, and they sat together, Gina still astride him with her head now buried in his shoulder.

After cuddling with his sub for quite some time, Guy took a look at his watch and then gently lifted her to her feet and adjusted her clothing as best he could.

“Your brother should be here in a little while, sweetheart.” He grinned at her standing there, dazed and disheveled. “Why don’t you go and use the bathroom to tidy up a bit before he gets here?” Guy suggested.

Gina pushed her hair out of her face and processed what he had just said. Yes, she had to make herself look presentable before her brother arrived. It took a second, but she remembered where the bathroom actually was and, after grabbing her bag, went down the hallway to do as he had suggested.

It was not a moment too soon. She splashed some water on her face, straightened her clothing, and was just running a comb through her unruly hair when she heard a man’s voice, that was not Guy’s, comment on how great the house was looking.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she applied some lipstick with only slightly shaking fingers. After checking her reflection one more time, she put her bag over her shoulder and walked resolutely down the hallway to the kitchen.

The young man who turned when she entered was tall and slim with bright blue eyes and copper hair, and he smiled warmly as he walked toward her.

“Gina, it’s so good to meet you at last,” he said in a clipped, upper-class British accent. “Guy told me that my older sister was a real looker. No wonder Laura behaved like some threatened, utterly spoiled brat.”

Gina glanced at Guy, who was openly grinning, and returned her gaze to her brother. “Thank you, I think.”

“I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself; I’m David Parkland.”

Gina’s brother held out his hand to shake hers but then thought better of it, and giving an awkward kind of chuckle, he changed the handshake to a brotherly hug, causing Gina to laugh with his enthusiasm.

When he finally released her, she held both his hands in hers and stared at this tall, charming brother she had managed to acquire. “You’re just how I imagined you’d be,” she said,
“only taller.” Letting go of his hands and looking up at him, she then asked, “Did Guy really tell you I’m a looker?”

David’s laugh was infectious, and Gina started to giggle at the thought of her serious, strict Dom saying such a thing.

“Well, maybe not those words exactly, he’s much more refined than I am. But you know, the rest of the family are going to be amazed when they get to meet you because you are the spitting image of my grandmother. Look.”

David took out his wallet from the back pocket of his black jeans and pulled a strip of photos from it. The two of them instinctively moved to the window seat and sat down as David handed the photos to Gina.

It didn’t take long to realize what David meant. One old photo caught her eye immediately, and the woman staring back at her was like a mirror image. She had the same long, thick dark hair as Gina and big blue eyes—maybe a little thinner than her but uncannily similar, all the same.

“Is that why Laura hated me on sight?” she asked softly.

He frowned. “I hadn’t thought about it from that perspective, but you looking so much like Gran probably didn’t help.” David’s expression turned dark. “My sister has been the only girl on my father’s side since my grandmother. Both my parents had older brothers. There are no girl cousins; even the dogs are male.

“Laura was a late arrival. She’s only nineteen and has spent her whole life being overindulged and thoroughly spoiled, in my opinion. Doting on her because she’s a girl was a big mistake, as you experienced when you met her. But I’ve read the riot act to her, and she better not act that way toward you anymore.

Still, she’ll be able to redeem herself soon because I want to ask you to join us for dinner on Wednesday evening. Do you think you could come?”

Guy had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed, listening to the two of them talk. He knew the other members of David’s family pretty well, but David had gone away to school at quite an early age, and by the time he’d returned home for a year before going to college, Guy had been living and working in London.

They seemed to be getting on well, and Guy was reassured he had done the right thing by organizing this meeting.

His little sub had visibly relaxed from the moment her brother had given her such a warm welcome. Maybe she would forgive him for not telling her about David coming over sooner. He smiled to himself. If she didn’t, he’d just have to spank that temper out of her.

Images filled his mind of Gina naked, bent over his bed, and being paddled ‘til her bottom resembled the same rosy red as her nipples. Her ass was addictive, so round and soft, with ample cheeks to pink up with his large hands.

Tearing his thoughts away from spanking his submissive, Guy focused his attention on David as he rose from the window seat.

“I hope it’s okay that I brought you a gift,” David said to his sister. “They were Dad’s originally; he and I saw them at an auction and picked them up for a great price. I got them refurbished a while ago and…well, I’ll just get them out of the truck.”

David sounded excited, and Gina smiled at his enthusiasm. David rushed through the front door and down the path toward the main road.

“I’ll give him a hand,” Guy said, kissing her on the top of her head, and then following David outside.

Five minutes later, two beautiful Edwardian armchairs sat in Gina’s new sitting room, one on either side of the large fireplace.

Gina ran her hand over the plush deep red upholstery. The legs were elaborately carved in dark wood, and she could tell they must be worth quite a bit of money.

Uncomfortable, she turned to her brother. “David, these are a beautiful gift, but really, I can’t accept them. What would your mother think? I mean surely they should be with her.”

“I spent quite a bit of time with Dad before he passed away. In the last two weeks of his life, he talked a lot about the past—things he did and things he wished he’d done.

“One of the biggest regrets he had was not being a part of your life. Each time he thought about trying to get in touch with you, the worry he felt about how hurt you’d be won out and he convinced himself that things were best left alone. Every time he convinced himself that
this
time he would contact you, his nerve failed.

“I know that it was important to him that he should leave you something that could be of some use to you in the future. This house and the two chairs gave him the chance to do that. He knew it wasn’t the same as being there for you, but in the end, it was all he felt he could do.”

Guy saw the tears in her eyes and immediately went to Gina, putting an arm protectively around her. “I don’t know why I’m crying, I didn’t know him,” she said to Guy in a strained voice.

“No, you didn’t, but you’re starting to now, and I think it’s hitting home that the two of you missed out on what could have been a good relationship. You are allowed to mourn him, Gina, even if you didn’t know him. He was your father, and nothing will ever change that.”

As if determined to lighten the atmosphere, David asked Gina what she was going to do with the house.

“Well, I was thinking of renting it out for now,” she said. “I mean, I don’t want it to just stand here and be empty. So that’s probably the best way to go.”

They chatted for a while longer, and both Guy and David seemed to think her idea of renting it out, for at least a year, was a good one.

When the conversation came to a natural halt, David reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a stiff, formal looking white envelope. “I have to get going now, but before I do, I want to give you this letter.”