Mia's Submission (The Satin Rose Experience) (2 page)

“Hey, boss.”

“Nate,” Asher stood with his arms crossed, surveying the monitors on the wall above the desk. Each of the ten screens was labeled with suite numbers. Suites One, Two and Nine were currently in use and on surveillance mode. The Dom in Suite One was in the middle of collaring his submissive.  The two men in Suite Two had their female guest sandwiched between them in the hot tub. The feminine moans traveling through the audio indicated the woman enjoyed the men’s attention. The Suite Nine guests were finishing their session. Asher recognized them as the weatherman and sportscaster from a popular evening news show. They were each dressing in business suits, probably heading to the station’s offices a few blocks away.

“Looks like everything is quiet this morning,” Asher said nodding his head. There were very few incidents requiring security’s intervention at Satin Rose. But Asher’s team was trained to take care of an occasional inexperienced Dom who didn’t understand the use of safe words.  Cards containing each suite’s safe word were perched on the desk under their respective monitor and were one of the many requirements at The Satin Rose Experience.

Asher glanced at the dark monitor for Suite Five and then down to the switch with the note that read
‘Do Not Touch’,
which he’d personally attached earlier that morning.

“Why don’t you take five and grab a cup of coffee. I’ve got this until you get back.”

“Thanks, sir. I can use a break,” Nate stood up and swiftly left the control room.

Asher waited for the door to close before pulling the note from the Suite Five switch. With a single finger he flipped the switch and watched the monitor come to life. He gasped when he saw Mia in her white blouse puckering around her full breasts. His heartbeat raced as his gaze shifted to the deep red skirt.
She can really play the part.
He chuckled when recalling the volley of direct messages passed back and forth with @MissiveMia just a few days earlier. Mia had admitted her curiosity for the D/s lifestyle to his Twitter alias, @MandAGuy. Her confession brought them to that point and he was more than happy to introduce her to his ways. He’d been pursuing her even before he knew of her penchant for submission, but when he discovered that side of Mia, there was no question. She had to be his. The fact that he was also in search of a candidate for the important client experience position sweetened the deal. He hoped like hell that she wouldn’t tell him to fuck off after this session. It was entirely possible since she’d never gone beyond plain vanilla sex before. He brushed his finger over her form on the monitor and watched her survey the contents of the armoire. From the looks of her body language, she was scared to death. A stab of guilt ripped through his stomach.

Damn it, stay on course.
Asher failed to follow his own rules with Mia the night before. He waved the white flag and surrendered his discipline plans along with the riding crop. Instead he had the hottest lovemaking session he’d ever experienced. In fact, it was probably the first time he truly
made love
and he couldn’t get it out of his mind.  Asher blew out a deep breath and flipped off the monitor with a soft click. He reattached the ‘Do Not Touch’ note as Nate walked through the door carrying a steamy mug. Asher touched his forehead with two fingers in a salute to Nate and headed toward Suite Five.

Knowing Mia had not followed the directions, Asher fumbled with the access card in the door as a signal. The note explicitly said she should be in the far corner of the room waiting and another submissive would’ve paid dearly for that indiscretion. He planned to be tough on her during the session but scaring her away wasn’t the idea.

*****

Mia paced the room, her eyes darting around the tricked out armoire. A scraping at the door snapped her back into the present where she remembered she was supposed to be facing the corner.
Shit! Shoes!
She grabbed a pair of black stilettos from the bottom of the cabinet, jumped over the bed, slipped on her shoes and faced the wall just as the door opened. Blood rushed in her ears as she willed her breath to return to normal. Sounds of the soft swish from the fabric of his pants burned through her body. She thought she heard him chuckle as the soft cabinet motor sounded indicating he returned it to its original state. Two clicks rang in her ears as he closed the armoire.

“Breathe, Mia. Deep breaths in and out,” Asher said slowly. His decadent voice washed over her.

Mia inhaled a deep breath through her nose, allowing the cool air of the room to fill her lungs. She held the air captive in her chest for a moment and slowly blew it out through her lips as though she were blowing out a candle.

“Better?”

Mia jerked her head to the side and nodded.

“Turn around.”

She swiveled on her stilettos, squaring her shoulders, and stared directly into his eyes, determined not to show signs of the terror that rose in her throat. Searching his face, she looked for a hint of what to expect from Dom Asher Cane. His eyes gave nothing away, however his jaw clenched and his Adam’s apple bobbed as his gaze burned a path up her body.

“You look beautiful,” he said hoarsely while unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging out of the satin lined material.

It was Mia’s turn to take her own visual journey over Asher’s body when he turned and hung his jacket on the knob of the armoire. His impeccably tailored pants fit perfectly around his ass and tapered at his waist. His white broadcloth shirt hugged snugly around his muscular back and shoulders and the ends of his straight dark hair skimmed the pressed collar. Nervous excitement filled her belly when he turned and sauntered toward her. Moisture flooded her core as he unbuttoned the cuff of his right sleeve and methodically rolled the thick material of his shirt to expose his tanned forearms sprinkled with dark hairs.

“Training starts now, Mia. To do the job of Vice President of Client Services at SRE you must know what your clients will experience. They will come to you for information, advice and counsel. The only way you can truly help them is if you’ve experienced it yourself, to feel what they’ll feel. So, what do you think of Suite Five?” Asher asked, unknotting his tie and pulling it from his collar.

“It’s cold, both physically and visually. It’s not very comfortable.”

Asher grinned and nodded while draping the tie over his jacket. “Then it does its job. That’s exactly how it should feel in here. The submissive is supposed to feel physically insecure in this suite to help grow his or her trust in the Dominant.” He turned, locked eyes with Mia and sauntered toward her. “I hope to gain more of your trust today.”

Mia took a deep breath and her shoulders began to relax.

“Having said that, I’m sticking to the plan. Not like last night. Training is mandatory for this position and if I can’t control myself and train you properly, someone else will have to do it. I won’t have that. No one else touches you. Do you understand?”

“Of course,” Mia whispered. She couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone else.

“You remember our safe word, Mia?”

She nodded and stared into his dark brown eyes.

“Thorn.”

“Yes and please use it when you need to. Don’t think of it as a show of failure or fear. It’s the only way I’m going to understand your limits. Any questions before we begin?”

Mia’s eyes darted around the stark suite. “Cameras?”

Asher grinned. “The camera is in the mirror…” He strode to the large mirror where the note was placed and pointed. “It’s off and security is instructed to leave it off, unless you prefer to have it on,” he said and raised his eyebrows.

“No. No camera. This is going to be hard enough for me.”

“The purpose of the surveillance is not so that our security can watch, believe me; they’ve seen so much that it’s like watching a baseball game to them. It’s for the safety of our clients.”

“I understand but I still don’t like it. Plus I don’t feel unsafe with you,” Mia said with a shy smile.

He stepped toward her while unbuckling his belt. “I’m glad to hear that. Now turn around.”

She smiled at him and turned to face the wall once again. His silky, commanding voice washed over her body and soaked the juncture between her legs. Strong hands immediately kneaded at her shoulders and down her arms. Warmth sank into her flesh and she leaned back to capture more of his body heat. She relaxed momentarily but was snapped back on guard when his powerful hands encircled her ribcage and his fingers slipped between the buttons of her blouse. The sound of tearing fabric filled her ears as buttons popped from their stitching and flew in different directions. She sucked in a breath as he rid her of her shirt in one fluid motion.

“Put your hands together behind your back,” Asher’s honeyed voice buzzed through her.

She did as she was told and laced her fingers together at the top of her ass. The jingle of his belt buckle rang in her ear followed by a whoosh of leather sliding through fabric. Warm straps encircled her wrists, the buckle clanging in uneven tones as he tied it tight between her hands.

Mia swallowed hard and pulled at her hands, trying to loosen the bonds. She was firmly bound with no chance of freedom. Her breath quickened, stoking the fire growing in her belly. The bed springs creaked and she turned her head toward the sound.

“A submissive would be punished for that peek,” he growled.

She whipped her head back to face the wall.

“Come to me.”

Relieved to leave her corner, Mia spun on her heels and stepped toward him. Asher sat on the edge of the bed with his feet apart and patted the top of his thighs, beckoning her to the spot in between his knees. She complied and the heat of his hands enveloped her body as he pulled her in. She arched her back while his fingers teased up to the lacey band across her ribcage. He unsnapped her bra before pulling her hairpins, releasing her long, dark locks. Coiling her hair around his palm, he pulled downward, tipping her face toward the ceiling. He fondled the lace fabric of her bra, which only stayed secured by her arms pressed against her body. He slowly removed the band of lace and a rush of chilly air surrounded her breasts. The cool temperature was replaced with liquid heat when he took her nipple between his teeth. Mia moaned as sparks traveled from her breasts down to her core.

“Keep your legs straight and bend forward.”

Heated palms slid down her back, encircled her waist and guided her forward so that she was bent over his leg, her face and chest resting on the bed.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a partial reflection of the back of her legs and her ass, lifted high in the air. Her pussy ached with exquisite need as she watched his hands gently lift the fabric of her skirt. Mia closed her eyes as his palm rubbed small circles over her ass cheek and thigh. The heat suddenly disappeared and her eyes shot open in time to watch his hand come down with a slap. She whimpered as the sound echoed through the room. His palm continued to rub the sting from her suddenly very pink cheek. He followed the same routine on the other side and she cried out in passion the second time, anticipating the erotic burn. Craning her neck, she admired the matching pink splotches on both ass cheeks.

*****

Asher’s erection strained at his suit pants from the effect the light spanking had on Mia. She liked it. He rubbed each perfect ass cheek and followed the valley down to her channel. Two fingers ventured tentatively along her nether lips to find slick wet heat. Oh yes, she liked it a lot. He smiled because she had passed the first lesson. It was time for the equipment.

He pulled the knot out of the leather belt that bound her wrists and freed her hands.

“How are you doing?” he asked, leaning down on the bed with a smile.

Mia looked at him through hooded eyelids. “We’re not done, are we?”

“Oh, Missive Mia, we’re just getting started. Are you ready for the machinery?”

Her gaze darted toward the armoire.

“It’s not as scary as it looks. I promise, you’ll love it. Come with me.”

He stood and held a hand out to Mia. He surveyed the sight of her long, lean body in just the skirt and heels. He wanted to push her back onto the bed, stroke her hair and face and ravish her sweet, plump lips.
Stay on course, Cane
. Repeating the mantra in his head, he opened the doors to the cabinet. He flipped the switch and the soft motor churned as the back of the padded surface formed a shelf. As the newly formed platform fell into place, Mia’s small hands kneaded his shoulders and wrapped around his chest. She leaned into his body and planted small kisses at the back of his neck. Her tongue began its circular journey toward his ear when Asher closed his eyes and moaned.
What was he just thinking about? Right, the mantra – Stay on course.
He grabbed her wrists and guided her hand to the buttons on his shirt.

“Take off my shirt, Mia.”

She retreated immediately and paused. They stood in silence for a moment before her hands worked their way down his chest. Hooking her fingers around either side of his opened shirt, she tugged it off his shoulders. She shook it out and marched to the other side of the armoire and draped the garment over his jacket and tie. Their gazes met and he caught a flicker of challenge in her eyes.