Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) (9 page)

And there it was again – her dazed, almost loopy smile.

Avery rubbed her thighs together and then slid her finger into her slit, looking over her shoulder at the new linens of the freshly made bed. Taking her pants and panties off, she then walked —naked from the waist down — to the bed, lying on her back with her legs widely spread.

Then she started masturbating.

Well, I hope nobody needs me any time soon.

His hard cock tented the front of his slacks immediately. He felt like a voyeuristic teenager watching the fingers of his wayward charge sliding between the now glistening lips of her sex.

Oh, dear God.

She slid her hand up under her shirt, pulling on her nipples while her finger alternated circling her swollen, red clit and thrusting into her pussy.

Preston whistled under his breath, trying to adjust himself before he was seriously injured watching the show. He was definitely going to be having some blue balls at this rate.

Holy hell, now she’s thrusting — wait, what is she doing?

He let out a low grown as she took her hand out of her bra, her fingers moving to her sore bottom, squeezing and pressing her marks again while she vigorously rubbed and stroked her pussy and clit.

Preston raked his hands over his face when she shouted with her release. When she fell back to the mattress, strands of her red hair laying across her flushed face, he almost stood and cheered right there in his office. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d seen in… he didn’t even know long.

It was possibly
the
most amazing thing he had ever seen.

Preston watched her put on her bikini, then he switched to full view of the cameras in the house, determining that she had gone outside to lie in the sun.

Well, I’d better call her now that she has her bikini on and she’s lying on the deck chairs outside.

* * *

Avery had just settled herself on her stomach and untied her bikini top to avoid a tan line, when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, but answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Avery. It’s Preston. How’s the cleaning going?”

“Uhm… good. It’s going good. How did you get my number?”

Avery held her suit to her chest as she tried to sit up.

“It was part of your records. As your attorney, it was made available to me. I was just checking on you. Now, remember to put the furniture out in the hallway that you want moved downstairs. I don’t want you hurting yourself trying to carry any of it.”

“Okay.”

Avery cleared her throat. This was going to be harder than she thought. Maybe she should move some things to the hallway. He was so sure that she would moving things. She looked around the yard and deck. It was such a nice day. Maybe she could move some of the furniture tomorrow instead. She would just tell him that she’d tired herself out cleaning, and decided to wait and do it tomorrow when she was rested.

“Is there a problem, Avery?” His voice had dropped to a lower timbre and she didn’t like what it did to her insides hearing it. There was a clear warning in that voice.

“N-no. No problems. None at all. It’s going well.”

Her voice sounded high to her and she spoke a little too fast. Hopefully, he didn’t pick up on it.

“Avery.” He dragged out her name and she swore his voice went even deeper, the sound vibrating low in her belly. “Do you have something you need to tell me?”

“N-no. Why would you say that? Everything’s fine.” She felt attitude rising in her voice, even though she knew she was lying to him.

“Okay. I’ll see you when I get home at five-thirty.”

“All right, Preston. Bye.”

Avery ended the call and looked around the yard before getting ready to lie back down. She glanced at the building Preston had told her was locked and forbidden to her. She wondered what he could have in there. Tying her bathing suit top back on, she got up and walked down the deck steps, the warmth of the wood against the soles of her bare feet giving way to the coolness of the soft grass.

As she made her way to the outbuilding, she carefully skirted the patches of clover on the lawn, knowing the tiny white flowers there attracted bees. Twisting the doorknob first to the left and then to the right, she confirmed that it was still locked. There were a couple windows on the building, so raised herself up onto her toes, trying to peek inside. The dark brown shades on the window that extended past the sills, prevented her from seeing much of anything inside. Watching where she was walking, she went around the building hoping for another door or an uncovered window. No such luck. She started running her fingers over the windows looking for a spare key or a rock that a key might be under, but she came up empty. She tried lifting the windows from the outside, but they were locked tight.

What the hell does he have in there?

It just didn’t make sense. He’d shown her his den where he kept all his important papers, so it wasn’t as if he completed distrusted her. What could be so important to hide behind a locked door and shaded windows? She looked for a key over the top of the door. Nothing. Knowing it was a long shot, she leaned her shoulder against the door, hoping to push it open. All she got for her efforts were slivers of wood on her skin which stuck to her suntan lotion. Picking them off, she looked through one of the windows again.

Nothing.

She walked back to the deck, frustrated. Well, she would have to just get tricky about it. She would watch for him walking outside to the buildings and follow him. She would figure out a way into that room one way or another.

But right now she was going to work on her tan and then take a nap until it was close to the time for Preston to come home.

* * *

Preston hung up and sat back in his office chair, closing his eyes, knowing the job he had in front of him this evening.

Of course, Avery had no way of knowing that he had seen her cut corners, watched her lift not one finger to move even a single piece of furniture — and he most
definitely
saw her lying on the deck in the sun, completely shirking her responsibilities. Then, when he called, she outright lied to him. Didn’t even hesitate.

He leaned back in his chair, looking out the window. It was time for him to formulate his plan of action — and Miss Avery’s comeuppance.

His cock was hard just thinking about that big beautiful ass of hers over his lap. The silky soft skin felt so smooth under his callused hands and watching the pink stain spread over those milky globes after each stroke of his hand reinforced his dominance. He loved the control and possessiveness of having a woman over his lap. A soft mewling woman who would submit to his discipline until
he
said it was over. He enjoyed watching the struggle and fight leave her body.

All women started out the same. She would submit to the discipline with a bit of attitude. A tilt of the head, the chin raised and a glint of anger and defiance in the eyes. She would put herself over his lap, swearing she would take it as an adult woman. She wouldn’t let him know it hurt and would stoically tolerate the punishment; women always started out stoic and determined.

Preston shifted in his chair allowing his cock room in his pants.

Then she would start struggling, realizing that the pain was more than she had planned on. She would start wiggling her bottom, trying to avoid the hard slaps, but would begin to realize once again that she wasn’t going anywhere until
he
said she was moving.

Then panic would set in — though not full blown panic, at least not at first. He would stop immediately if a woman was in true panic. The spanking would most likely not end, but they would stop and discuss quietly and calmly what she was feeling and why she was panicking.

He would then reinforce her misbehavior, laying the guilt on until she agreed that she indeed deserved this spanking and she would once again willingly submit to his discipline. Usually during that phase of the spanking, as the pain deepened, her legs would shoot straight out reflexively and she would decide she had to escape, had to get up, had to make this end. She would try to push her way off his lap or make the dire mistake of slapping his leg, demanding to get up. That was
never
acceptable and those behaviors would bring it to the next level — which would only earn her additional punishment.

But most women would start fighting, swearing, or hitting to make it end and it was at that point that she’d truly be taught who the dominant was, who was
really
in charge — and who was truly a naughty girl. The volley of spanks would be harder and faster than previously administered and would leave the miscreant involuntarily sobbing and bucking to avoid his hand — to no avail, of course.

He needed to stop thinking like this. His cock ached within the constriction of his pants and he fought the urge to give it the release it was seeking.

Yes, Miss Avery would be finding out tonight who the dominant was, and she would submit to his authority — and his hand. He knew he was in danger of falling for her, and yet he couldn’t even explain how it had come to that. The thought of hurting her, even if it was just her naughty backside, wasn’t something he looked forward to. But at the same time, as his body’s reaction was revealing, he
was
turned on at the thought of administering discipline to the irresponsible woman in his house. It was a total contradiction.

He had to set that aside for now though, because it was time to establish order in that house. And he was just the man to do it.

* * *

Preston walked through the door, then froze, the sight before him stunning him into a momentary paralysis. Avery Rose was sleeping face down on his couch, her shoes still on. That was bad enough. Worse, there was an open bag of Doritos next to her that had fallen while she slept, orange chips strewn across the couch and floor. The TV was blaring with an episode of Weeds. When he went to shut it off, the main screen popped up and he saw that she had purchased three movies for immediate viewing, which means she used his credit card on the account without asking permission.

There’s going to be one very sore bottom in this house tonight.

He snatched the bag of Doritos from the carpet, the sound making Avery mumble in her sleep. She swiped a hand across her face, wiping the orange tinged spittle from the corner of her mouth. Her fingers were still orange from her little binge, as were the cushions of the couch.

He wadded up the bag, walking to the kitchen to pitch it in the trash. He paused there a moment in that silent, still kitchen, taking a deep breath. Then he returned to the slumbering Avery. He stood over her for a minute, hands on his hips, staring at the beautiful, troublesome woman in front of him, trying to put a finger on what the attraction was, on why she already tugged at his heart strings.

No time for that, Preston. You’ve got a job to do.

And there was no time like the present. He raised his hand above his shoulder and it came down — hard — on Avery’s shorts covered right buttock, the swat sounding like a gunshot in the quiet room. Avery’s cry of pain was the next sound that filled the room. She flipped over onto her back with both hands on her bottom, sleep-fogged blue eyes staring at him from under furrowed eyebrows.

“Ooooooh! Ow!” She bounced on her back a little, still holding her bottom in both hands. “Wh-what was that for? Jesus, that really hurt!”

“Good, it was meant to hurt. It was meant for the disobedient, irresponsible, lying little girl sleeping on my couch. It looks like I did it just hard enough to get your attention. At least you did that right.” Standing over her, he took a moment to steel himself for what he had to do, taking his suit jacket off as well as his tie, then rolling the sleeves of his white dress shirt up.

Avery’s eyes filled with tears while she watching him. When the tears tumbled over her lashes onto her cheeks, her hand swiped at them.

“I want you to get up. “ Preston waited until she dragged herself to a standing position. “I want you to go get the vacuum and clean up this mess, while I sit in this chair and calm down. Move.”

Avery stared at him for only a moment before she quickly moved to the closet to get the vacuum. While vacuuming, she kept her head down, but he caught her furtive glances at him through the fringe of her hair, the quick looks from the corner of her eye. At least she looked concerned — which he hoped meant it had finally dawned on her what kind of trouble she was in here.

Keeping her off balance at that point was a good thing.

When she finished vacuuming, Preston got up, staying her with his hand while he inspected the area to be sure there were no crumbs and that the orange dust was gone from his couch.

“Put the vacuum away then come back here and stand in front of me.” Preston returned to the chair he had placed in the middle of the room.

After putting the vacuum away she returned to him reluctantly, shoulders drooping, eyes downcast.

“What were your jobs for today, Miss Avery Rose?” Preston reached out and grabbed both of her hands in his, lightly stroking his thumb across the top of her hand.