The Dom’s Submission: Complete Series by Ellis O. Day

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 33:  Maggie

 

 

 

Maggie opened her eyes, blinking in the semi-dark room. This wasn’t her house and then she remembered. She’d had sex, lots of it, with Terry. She grimaced at the pinch of pain between her legs but it was so worth it. She’d never, ever had orgasms like she’d had last night. She rolled over to find her stud—correction, her temporary stud—but the bed was empty.

The curtains were drawn and the room was dark except for a little sunshine that peeked in from the bathroom. What time was it? She crawled out of bed but there was no clock. Her phone and purse were in the living room and so were her clothes. She couldn’t walk out there naked. It was bad enough he’d seen her body at night. She wasn’t going to parade around in her birthday suit in the stark, unforgiving light of day.

She reached for the sheet. One of his shirts was on the foot of the bed. There weren’t any other clothes scattered around and it looked clean and unwrinkled. Maybe, he’d left it for her. She slipped it on. It was as long as a short skirt and the sleeves hung well past her hands. She wiped at her eyes. It was stupid. It was only a shirt, but it made her feel cared for, wanted. If nothing else, he’d thought of her comfort and that was more than David had done in years. She rolled up the sleeves and buttoned it most of the way before going into the bathroom.

God, her hair was a mess—frizz and curls everywhere. Her makeup was mostly gone. She wiped the eye liner away and washed her face. She did her best to tame her curls, ending up twisting them into a very loose bun. There was only one toothbrush. It had to be Terry’s. She wasn’t brave enough to use it. David had hated it when she’d touched his stuff. She took the toothpaste and smeared some on her finger to brush her teeth.

She stared at the bathroom door. All that was left was to go into the living room. She hadn’t had a morning after in forever and never like this. Besides for two high school boyfriends, with whom she’d never spent the entire evening, there’d only been David. They’d dated for months before they’d spent the night together. This thing with Terry was completely different. She barely knew him and the things he’d done…The things she’d let him do to her. Her body hummed and the ache between her legs became a little less pain and a little more desire.

She squashed it. It was the morning after and if he’d wanted sex, he’d have stayed in bed. Nope. Her fantasy had been fun, but it was over. She checked herself in the mirror one more time and then left the bathroom. She really had no choice. She couldn’t hide in here forever. She walked into the living room and the smells of coffee and bacon slapped her in the face, making her stomach rumble.

“Good morning.” Terry sat to the right of the bedroom at the dining room table, his laptop open and an empty plate nearby.

“Morning.” She felt her face heat. This was so embarrassing. He looked immaculate as always. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt but he still looked unrumpled. She on the other hand looked like she’d just crawled out of bed, which she had—his bed.

“Hungry?” He stood.

“Starving.”

“I bet you are.” He grinned, his dark eyes trailing down her body, causing her nerves to tingle in anticipation. “Not yet. You need to eat first.”

She wasn’t sure if he were talking to her or himself so she didn’t say a word.

“Sit. I’ll get your breakfast.”

“You don’t have to. I can—”

“Sit.” His eyes narrowed but one side of his mouth was tipped up in a grin. “I think we need to go over the rules. I never did get the chance to tell them to you.”

“You had plenty of chances,” she said as she sat.

“I did.” He walked into the kitchen which was right next to the table so she could still see him. He wasn’t wearing shoes or socks and even his feet were sexy, long and strong looking. “But you kept distracting me.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” He filled a plate with eggs, bacon and pancakes.

“What did I do?”

“You, my dear, are a cock tease.” He carried the plate to her and put it down.

“I don’t think I exactly teased you.” She’d done whatever he’d wanted and had loved it. She grabbed a piece of bacon.

“Oh, you teased me all right, but you followed through like a good girl.” He went back into the kitchen. “Coffee?”

“Please.” She’d kill for a cup of coffee right now.

“Cream? Sugar?”

“Both, please.” She took a bite of the pancake. “This is delicious.”

“Glad you like it. Breakfast is the only thing I can cook.” He put the coffee in front of her but didn’t move.

“What?” She glanced up. His staring was making her nervous.

“Nothing.” He went back to his seat and sat down.

“Is something wrong?” She wrapped the pancake around a slice of bacon and took another bite.

“No. I was going to make you sit on my lap while you ate.”

“Oh.” Her eyes darted toward his crotch even though the table blocked her view.

“Exactly. I would’ve ended up fucking you and although that would’ve been exceptional, I think you need to finish your breakfast. Build up your energy.” He smiled. It was slow and full of heat as his eyes rested on the skin above her breasts. “Unbutton the shirt.”

“Ah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Not if she wanted to eat because her body was already melting for him. He was more addicting than chocolate.

He shook his head, feigning disappointment. “Listen closely. If you remember, rule number one is always obey your master.”

“But we aren’t—”

“Rule two is never question your master. Rule three, you must only come when I give you permission. Rule four—”

“Terry…” She needed to remind him that this wasn’t going to happen again. She couldn’t let it.

“What’s the matter?”

“You know, I said last night that this was just a one-time thing. I mean, if you still want to…I can stay for a little while, but I have to leave soon. What time is it?”

His eyes narrowed. “Almost ten.”

“Ten?” She shoved the rest of the bacon in her mouth and jumped up, taking a large gulp of her coffee. “I’ve got to go.”

“What time do your kids come home?” He stood.

“What?” She grabbed her clothes from the couch where they were now neatly folded. She couldn’t believe she’d slept this late.

“Your kids. What time to they get home?”

“Oh, not until Sunday around five.” She headed for the bedroom. It was stupid, but she didn’t want to change in front of him. It was too intimate somehow.

“Sunday? At five?” He followed, stopping her from shutting the door.

“Terry, please.”

“What’s your hurry?” He pushed past her.

“You want me to stay?”

“Yeah. Stay until Sunday.” His head dipped and he glanced away, seeming vulnerable and her heart melted. “You can take the car when you need to go home.”

The melting stopped. The man was infuriating. They both knew she hadn’t come over here last night to discuss borrowing his car. “I’m not taking your car.” She moved to the bathroom and quickly closed the door.

“Maggie, what are you doing?” He turned the handle. “Unlock the door.”

“No. I’m changing.”

“So.”

“I don’t want to do that in front of you.” She pulled on her underwear and pants.

He laughed. “I’ve seen everything you have.” His voice darkened. “Hell, I kissed almost everything you have. I’ve had my tongue inside or on almost every body part except your ass. I was remiss in my attentions there.”

“Stop it.” Her face was beet red but worse than that, her legs trembled and she was starting to get wet as memories of all they’d done heated her body. She fastened her bra.

“Open the door.”

She pulled on her shirt.

“I’ll break it down.”

“Don’t bother.” She opened it.

“Damn. You dress fast.” He moved into the bathroom, stealing all the room and most of the air. “But I bet I can undress you faster.”

She stared up at him. Her body softening as his hands moved to her hips.

“Good morning, Maggie.” He bent and his mouth met hers. The kiss was warm and rich with the flavors of coffee and bacon.

She leaned against him as his hands moved to her ass and pulled her closer. He was hard and ready for her. She sighed. Who was she kidding? She didn’t want to leave. “We have to make it quick,” she said against his mouth.

“You don’t give the orders.” His kiss deepened as he lifted her and put her on the bathroom counter.

“Please, Te…Sir.”

He unbuttoned her pants and lifted her up, peeling them and her underwear down her legs and off her body. He straightened, his eyes on the juncture of her thighs. “Spread your legs.”

She couldn’t believe she was doing this—right here in the bathroom, lights blaring—but she was. Her breathing increased as she opened for him, letting him see how wet she already was.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His finger skimmed up her thigh and between her legs, caressing one side of her pussy.

His touch was soft and fleeting, teasing. Her eyes drifted shut as her hips followed his magical finger, seeking more.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

Her eyelids fluttered and she stared into his dark gaze.

He moved his finger over her clit, around and around, all the while watching her. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes…Sir.”

“Lift your shirt.”

She did, no longer even thinking about disobeying.

“Now, your bra.”

She did, letting her breasts bounce free.

He bent, taking her nipple in his mouth while his finger teased her pussy. His lips and tongue were magic, sucking and licking. Her hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer while the other one grabbed onto his broad shoulder, skimming along his muscles. His arm came up under her knee, raising her leg as he bent. Her hands braced behind her as she watched his descent. He trailed kisses along her leg and up across the skin of her inner thigh. The coarse hair of his morning stubble rubbed against her. She’d have marks but the thought only made her wetter as his hot breath blew across her pussy. He looked up, holding her gaze as he spread her lower lips, his fingers long and rough against her sensitive flesh. He opened his mouth, his hot breath tickling and teasing, and then he licked her.

“Oh, god.” Her body trembled, as much from the sight as his touch.

“Don’t come until I give you permission.” His words rasped against her, making her shake even more.

“Ter…Sir. Please.” She couldn’t not come. If she were ready, she came.

“If you’re close say Yellow and I’ll slow down.” He licked along her sides and over her clit. His tongue, long and firm, thrust inside her before retreating and pressing against her clit for one quick moment. He repeated the pleasure, again and again.

She leaned farther back, her thighs clasping his head. His stubble scraped her flesh, adding to the sensations. He gripped her legs, forcing them apart, keeping her open for him. While his tongue was busy thrusting inside her, his finger teased her clit. It was too much. Too much feeling. Too much pleasure. She was so close. She wanted to come but he wanted her to wait.

“Yellow…” She panted. Her body wound so tight she was going to break apart as she stared at his dark head between her thighs.

He lifted his face, breathing heavily against her over-sensitized flesh. “Good girl.” He kissed her inner thigh. “Tell me when I can start again.” But he didn’t sit and wait for her to calm down, compose herself. He trailed hot opened-mouth kisses over her legs as one hand skimmed up her abdomen to her breast, squeezing and caressing her nipple with his thumb in teasing touches to entice but not to enflame.

She arched her back into his hand. She needed more. “Please. I’m ready, Sir.”

His eyes darkened and he kissed his way between her legs, but this time, his finger slipped inside of her while his tongue teased her clit.

“Oh…oh….you…it…feels…so good.” If he kept that up, she wasn’t going to last long but her body wouldn’t let her say Yellow. She’d betrayed it once and couldn’t do it again. Not now. Not yet.

His lips surrounded her clit, pausing for one second before he sucked. At the same time, he shoved another finger inside her, bending them and thrusting fast and hard. That was it. Her fight was over. Her head dropped back and she moaned, her body shaking and clenching around him. He kept thrusting and sucking, making her orgasm spike and spiral again. She screamed, pressing against his face, begging him for more and more.

When there was nothing left but aftershocks, he kissed each thigh once more and straightened, wiping his face on a towel. “Look at me.”

Opening her eyes was next to impossible. She had no muscles left. She was nothing but a heap of satiated flesh, but she struggled to do as he said and managed to peer up at him through a tiny opening. He was frowning at her.

“Did I give you permission to come?”

“No.” She almost laughed but he didn’t look like he was joking.

“No, what?”

“No, Sir but—”

“No excuses. I went over that rule. Now, you’ll have to be punished.”

Her eyes widened and her body began to hum. She should be scared or at least nervous but everything they’d done so far had been wonderful.

“I see that you think you’re going to enjoy it.” He leaned down until his mouth was next to hers. “But you’re wrong. There won’t be any enjoyment for you. Just frustration.”

She touched his cheek, loving the roughness of his morning stubble. It’d felt better than good between her thighs. His eyes softened and he turned, kissing the palm of her hand.

“But first, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She grinned. She could hardly wait.

He grabbed her legs and put them against his chest so they rested along his shoulders.

“Ah…” She was practically laying on the counter and it wasn’t all that comfortable.

He grabbed a condom from his pocket, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. His cock was hard and standing straight and she’d forgotten for one moment what an impressive thing it was. She still couldn’t believe it actually fit inside her, but the hint of soreness between her legs was proof that he had indeed been there.

He tore open the condom and slid it down his cock. He grabbed himself, stroking as he stepped closer. “This is for me, Maggie. I didn’t come, but you did. Without permission.”

“Are you say…” Her breath hitched as the heat of his head rubbed against her pussy. All that passion she’d just released was tightening again.

“I’m saying…” He grabbed her wrists holding them over her head “That I’m going to fuck you like I want, not for your pleasure but mine.”

He slid the tip inside and she gasped, watching as that long, thick cock disappeared inside of her. It seemed impossible, but it wasn’t. She could feel him so deep in this position.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He pulled almost all the way out and thrust back inside, fast and hard.

She groaned. She was still tender from last night but beneath that pain was pleasure, pure and raw.

“Tell me it feels good. Tell me, I don’t have to stop or go slow.” He pulled out again, waiting.

“Please.”

“What? Please what?” There was a hint of panic in his voice.

“However, you want, Sir. It feels good.”

That was all it took. He was back inside in one hard slide and then he was moving. Her body rocked with his thrusts, sparks of pleasure igniting as he filled her over and over. He let go of her hands to grasp her thighs, keeping her legs straight along his body. His thrusts grew faster and harder and even the tinge of soreness disappeared as passion and desire surged through her. She reached for him.

“Play with your tits.” His face was tight and his voice gruff.

Her hands dropped to her sides. She’d never done that in front of anyone.

“Maggie…” There was a warning in his tone.

She was already going to be punished, unless this was her punishment. She smiled and his gaze darkened to almost black.

“Touch your breasts. Now.”

She rested her palms on her nipples.

“Pinch them.”

She did, sending pleasure shooting through her body to her pussy, making her clench around him.

“Fuck, yes. Do it again.”

She did, again and again, clinging to his cock with every pinch. His movements were getting wilder. He was close but she wasn’t there yet.

“Terry wait. I’m not…Sir, please.”

“You disobeyed.”

“Please.” She’d cry if he finished and she didn’t come.

He flattened his hand on her abdomen, pressing downward as he fucked her. Each thrust now caused his dick to hit a bundle of nerves deep inside her body. It was pleasure and pain, spiraling together. She clutched at the counter, no longer able to play with her breasts—the feelings were too good and coming too fast. She was going to come. “Terry…Sir…Yellow.”

“Come, Maggie. Come for me.” He bent a little, hitting that spot hard with his next thrust and the next, until she spiraled out of control.

She clung to his cock but he thrust again and again before his fingers dug into her hips as his head fell back and his dick jerked inside of her.

When she opened her eyes, he was still buried deep inside her body. His hands were on the mirror and he was watching her.

“You should finish your breakfast. You’re going to need it today.” He trailed a finger around her nipple and his dick started to come to life.

She sat up. “Oh, no.” She shoved on his chest and he let her push him away. She gasped a little as he pulled out of her, missing him already. She slid off the counter, tugging her bra and shirt down.

“Don’t bother. I’m only going to strip you bare again.”

“I can’t.” She pulled on her underwear and pants before kissing his cheek. “I’d love to, really, but I have to go.” She stepped away. “I had fun last night, but I have to go home.” Unfortunately, her fantasy was over. Reality had returned and she had a house to pack.