Serena's Submission (3 page)

Aaron glanced at Serena. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and the pulse in her neck was beating frantically as her breath came in soft pants. He couldn’t contain himself any longer—he moved directly behind her and pushed her gently towards the window, enveloping her with his strength, his arms either side of her body and resting on the window ledge. He bent his head towards the beating pulse in her neck and licked the soft, throbbing skin. She jumped slightly at the unexpected contact then moved her head to the side to grant him better access to her neck. He nuzzled her, licking then sucking at her thrumming pulse. She moaned low in her throat, the sound mingling with the sounds of sex coming through the speaker to drive him wild. He pushed against her harder, grinding his hips against the soft pillows of her backside.

“Have you ever seen anything like this, baby?” he asked, his mouth brushing against her cheek.

“No, never,” she mumbled, not taking her eyes off the scene before them.

Out of the corner of his eye Aaron saw a Domme join the foursome in the dungeon. She was dressed in a black latex cat suit with knee-length skyscraper boots. She stood directly behind the thrusting male, watching as he plunged his cock in and out of the woman’s pussy. The Domme grabbed one of his pumping butt cheeks and caressed it, running a gloved hand in soft concentric circles. He threw his head back towards her and she grabbed his hair with her free hand and tugged roughly until she could plant a wet kiss on his mouth. She released his hair and, stepping back, brought her arm up, then down on his backside with a loud crack.

The man jerked forward, slamming hard into the woman he was fucking. The Domme brought her hand back again and slapped him hard a second time, the sound of the strike ringing loudly through the speaker. The slap sent the man over the edge and he came with a loud roar, thrusting hard into his partner until she shuddered and cried out in obvious ecstasy. The other man and woman followed in quick succession like sexual dominoes, the man shooting his load into the open mouth of the writhing woman beneath him as she cried out in pleasure.

Aaron was still as hard as a rock and Serena’s scent was driving him crazy, but he would have to wait until he got home to relieve that tension. He was happy—no, overjoyed—that she hadn’t run and that she had obviously found what she had witnessed that evening exciting. The thought filled him with the sweetest anticipation.

Chapter Five

It was Saturday night, the night after her first visit to Club Erebus, and Serena was dressing for her next visit to the kink club.

She had spent the day with Aaron. They had met for brunch then taken a walk in Central Park together and spent the afternoon with cheese and biscuits and a bottle of champagne that Aaron had brought. It was all very normal and innocent. They hadn’t even shared a kiss, just a chaste peck on the cheek in greeting and goodbye. Serena knew what Aaron was doing—he was trying to gain her trust, which was ironic considering what her underhanded agenda actually was. The thought of her duplicity sent a pang of guilt through her but she quickly pushed it aside. She was a journalist, after all, and sometimes one had to do devious things in order to get a story.

She had come to the realisation that she liked Aaron—he was charming, handsome and she suspected had quite a successful career in banking, although he had been vague as to specifics. At thirty-six he was twelve years older than she, but she had always been attracted to older men, and he was so confident and comfortable in his own skin that he just oozed sex appeal. He had a cool, dominant and wholly male demeanour that excited her like no other man had.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, she stood back and studied her reflection critically in the mirror. She had donned a long white chiffon gown that was virtually transparent. Before they had parted earlier that day Aaron had given her a package and instructions to wear the contents that evening. Looking at herself now, almost naked save for the filmy fabric, brought all her previous nervousness bubbling to the surface. She supposed that the point was for her not to wear underwear, but she couldn’t go that far, so instead she had donned flesh-coloured bra and panties which at least covered her private parts but were not obvious—she was happy with the result.

He had told her not to wear makeup and to leave her hair down so she had washed and dried it and it now fell in a thick blanket past her shoulders. The only other beauty routine she could perform was to apply lightly scented moisturiser liberally to her face and body. She was pleased that she had had her legs and bikini line waxed recently, although she was unsure as to whether or not she would become so intimate with Aaron that it would even matter.

She studied her reflection a moment longer and concluded that she looked too much like she was ready for bed. At the last minute she decided to disobey her orders and applied mascara and lipstick—after all, she never left the house without mascara as her blonde colouring made her look too washed out. A moment later she heard the toot of a horn indicating that the car that Aaron had sent for her had arrived. She donned a long trenchcoat and strappy heels—another attempt at warding off the ‘ready for bed’ look—and after grabbing her handbag, she left her apartment.

* * * *

Aaron was waiting for her when she arrived at Club Erebus. His hair was artfully dishevelled and he was dressed totally in black—jeans, boots and stylish button-up shirt, rolled at the sleeves to reveal tanned, powerful forearms, the effect producing a hot dichotomy of biker meets banker. She stood still, drinking in the sight of him—he reminded her of a dark Ryan Gosling and the realisation sent a shudder through her. She imagined how he would look dressed in a conservative business suit, muscled chest encased in a button-up business shirt and those long legs in smartly creased pants, and she almost swooned. Seeing him again made the events of the previous evening come rushing back to the forefront of her consciousness and she hesitated in uncertainty.

Seeing her hesitation, Aaron stepped towards her and grasped her around the waist. “You’re not running, baby. Now I have you here I’m not letting you go,” he murmured. He stepped away from her and held her at arm’s length, studying her critically. “You’re wearing underwear and makeup,” he said sternly. “You disobeyed me.”

“You didn’t say anything about not wearing underwear, it looked obscene without and I never leave the house without mascara.”

“I wanted you like that. I don’t give instructions for my own amusement. I’m going to have to punish you for disobeying me,” he said, his voice ominously low.

Serena’s insides clenched deliciously at his words and she wondered with mounting excitement and trepidation exactly what her punishment would entail.

Once inside Aaron led Serena to a private booth then demanded that she remove her underwear.

“What? Here?”

“Yes. Here, now,” he growled.

She looked about her at the people dotted around the club and noticed with relief that no one was paying them any attention. Quickly, she undid her bra and slid the straps down each arm before slipping the garment off through the front of her gown, then standing, she pushed her panties down her legs. Aaron picked up her discarded underwear and placed it into her handbag before locking it into a safe box that was built into the booth.

“Stand over there,” he instructed, pointing to an area a foot away that was dimly illuminated by a floor light. Serena followed his direction and stood over the light, expecting that her gown now left nothing to the imagination.

Aaron stared at her intently, his eyes dark and smouldering as they studied every inch of her body until she squirmed in discomfort.

“You are beautiful,” he breathed, “like an angel.” Standing, he joined her and took her hand. “Come,” he said, tugging her behind him as he headed towards the dungeons.

Aaron led her into one of the dungeons and closed the door.

“I’m going to spank you for disobeying me. You have to think of a safe word, baby. When you say the safe word I will stop what I am doing immediately.
Whatever
we are doing will cease, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he growled.

Serena looked at him in confusion for a moment before she realised what he expected of her.

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

“Good girl, now what is your safe word?”

“Popcorn,” she blurted.

Aaron raised an eyebrow in amusement but said nothing as he led her over to a padded bench where he sat down.

“I’m going to go easy on you tonight. I’m just going to spank you with my hand,” he explained as he held his palm up.

Before she could respond, he snatched her left arm and tugged hard so that she fell over his lap. He was so large and his legs so muscular that she felt like a child. In fact, given what he was just about to do to her the feeling was quite appropriate. He settled his right leg over the backs of her thighs to hold her in place and pulled her gown up so it bunched around her waist. Serena wriggled in mortification, the child analogy seeming suddenly too real, and tried to struggle out of his lap.

“Keep still,” he growled as he settled his left hand in the small of her back, pressing her hard into his thighs.

“I think we’ll start with fifteen,” he declared just as Serena felt a sharp sting when his hand connected hard with her backside. The sensation was shocking and sent an intense vibration through her. She gasped and squirmed beneath his grasp, but he only held her tighter, his leg contracting over her thighs so that she was totally immobilised. His hand caressed tenderly, almost lovingly over her flesh before she felt his hand connect again with a loud smack on the opposite cheek.

Over and over he spanked her on first one then the other cheek until each slap mingled and resonated with the next until her backside was on fire. Tears gathered in her eyes then dropped onto the floor beneath her head. She wasn’t sure why she was crying, it didn’t hurt that much, but she felt an overwhelming sense of emotion and more surprisingly—arousal.

She was shocked to feel herself grow wet with desire. She was so wet that she feared she would soak Aaron’s lap. The spanking seemed endless even though Aaron was counting each strike and was careful to space them evenly across both cheeks.

Eventually the spanking ceased, Aaron having stopped at fifteen. He ran his large hand softly over her burning butt cheeks.

“Your beautiful backside is now a lovely shade of pink,” he purred in appreciation before he dipped two fingers into her sopping pussy. “You are so wet,” he whispered as he plunged his fingers in and out of her. “You liked the spanking I gave you.”

Serena moaned and wriggled on his lap, trying to force his fingers deeper inside her.

“I can feel your wetness on my legs, baby, soaking through my pants. I can smell your arousal. It’s so fucking hot.”

Serena could feel his erection, thick and pulsing beneath her belly, and her heart rate spiked with excitement. Her juices gushed over Aaron’s hand as he continued to finger-fuck her. It wasn’t enough, she needed to be filled and stretched—she needed to feel his cock inside her.

He flipped her over and pulled her up so that she was sitting on his lap. She looked down and saw her soft, fair pubic hair glistening with her juices.

“See how wet you are, baby,” he murmured as he stroked deftly between her thighs. “So wet for me.”

Serena groaned and squirmed against him, trying desperately to provide friction and some blessed release to her aching need.

He continued to strum her pussy, slowly running his fingers around her wet outer lips before massaging her clit until she was squirming and panting with longing. His other hand found her nipples, tugging and rolling the erect buds through the fabric of her gown until sharp spikes of pleasure shot directly to her groin.

“I’m going to take you now. Remember that I’m your Dom now—that was the deal. Don’t come until I say to. It’s going to be hard and fast, baby.”

He grasped her around the waist and lifted her so she was straddling him, her legs on either side of his. She heard the rip of foil then he was sheathing himself. He lifted her by her backside and positioned his cock beneath her pussy, his eyes gazing into hers, daring her to object before he yanked her down hard onto his erection.

Serena groaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. The sensation of fullness was amazing. His cock was big and thick and stretched her to capacity.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” he rasped as his fingers dug into her hips and he pumped her up and down the hard length of him.

Serena threw her arms around his neck and rocked herself on him. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis, shooting delicious sparks of pleasure through her. His hand snaked between them and he thumbed the bundle of nerves, sending her perilously close to orgasm. She gasped in his ear as the muscles of her pussy clenched.

“Remember you come when I say it’s okay,” he growled as he continued to massage her clit. She was so close it was unbearable. He pumped in and out of her hard and fast until she was delirious with the need for release.

“Please, Sir,” she begged.

“What do you want, Serena? Tell me.”

“I want you to make me come, Sir,” she panted and moaned with need as he splayed one hand on her hip while with the other he tugged and twisted her nipple painfully. She cried out and propelled her body frantically up and down his cock.

“Come for me, baby,” he ordered and that was all it took to send her over the edge. She cried out as her internal muscles clenched and spasmed deliciously around his thick cock until with a roar he followed her, thrusting himself into her hard and fast as he found his own release.

As Serena slowly emerged from her orgasmic high she looked around them and noticed that they had been watched. Standing at the window to the dungeon was a man and by the look on his face he had been doing a lot more than just watching them.

“Aaron, there is a man watching us,” she whispered fervently.

“I know. His name is Jack and now I’m going to invite him in.”

“What?” Serena asked in confusion.