The Dom’s Submission: Complete Series by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 25: Maggie
Maggie followed Terry through his garage, both nervous and excited.
He opened the door to the house. “After you.”
She went inside, bending to pet Beast.
Terry’s hand landed on her ass, squeezing. “I like the skirt.”
She straightened, wiggling her butt. “You don’t think it’s too tight?”
“Not at all.” He rubbed her cheeks. “Covers too much, maybe, but not too tight.”
“Hmm.” She leaned against him and his lips touched her neck.
“I’m not going to last long, Maggie. Not this time.” His dick pressed against her. He was fully aroused.
“Good. Neither will I.” She tipped her head and met his lips. “It’s been too long.”
His eyes darkened as he spun her around, pulling her into his arms as his mouth devoured hers. His kiss was dark and hot, almost as desperate as she felt. One of his hands cupped her ass, holding her against his erection. God, she’d missed this, missed him. His other hand grasped her breast, making her moan as he pinched her nipple.
He broke away, stepping back. “Go to the bedroom. Now.” He was almost panting.
“Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t stop the shiver that raced through her at his snarl. She hurried into his bedroom, stopping at the bed and waiting for his command.
He stood in the doorway, his dark eyes raking over her body. “Fuck. I want to do so many things to you.”
She wanted that too. She was ready to surrender to him. Let him do whatever he wanted. “I have all weekend.”
He unbuttoned his pants. “That’s a start.”
A start? Oh, praise the lord, she was in for a good weekend.
“Go to the foot of the bed.”
She strolled over, letting her hips sway, and then started to climb on it.
“Stop. Did I tell you to get on the bed?”
Now, she was confused. “No, Sir.” She started to turn toward him.
“Face the bed.”
“Okay.” She did. “Sorry, Sir. I thought—”
“Don’t think. That’s my job.” He moved closer and kissed her neck. “Your job is to feel.” His hands ran down her front, teasing her nipples.
“Yes, Sir.” She could do that. She lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck while he kissed her and played with her breasts through her shirt. She wanted to take it off, feel his skin on hers but he was in charge.
He took one of her hands and placed it on the bed post, wrapping her fingers around it. “Hold on.”
She did.
“Stay right there.” He walked to his closet and came back holding something that was long and black, rope-like.
“What’s that?” Her voice quavered. He was going to tie her up. She’d be completely at his mercy. A surge of desire dampened her panties.
“Restraints.” He took her wrist, wrapping the Velcro around it and pulling it tight. “How’s that feel?”
“Okay.” It was tight but it didn’t hurt.
“Let me know if you need it loosened.” He hooked the other side to her other wrist. He took off his shirt, tossing it on the floor before reaching around her and wrapping the excess length of the restraint around first one bed pole and then the other. He used a sliding device to tighten it until her arms were spread wide.
Her heart raced. She couldn’t move her hands. She couldn’t stop him from doing whatever he wanted. She tugged as he stepped to the side, his eyes meeting hers. He was all hot muscle and strength and she was his prisoner, his captive. The wetness almost ran from between her legs. She’d never been so turned on in her life.
“Like this, don’t you?” His eyes were on her breasts.
She glanced down and her nipples were so hard that they poked through her bra and showed through her shirt. “Yes.” There was no point lying. He could see the proof.
He moved behind her, his hands running up under her shirt. He unhooked her bra. “Should’ve done this before I tied you up. Oh well.” He walked back to the closet. He came back with scissors.
“Terry, what are you doing? This is a new shirt and bra.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you came to the Club.”
The cold steel of the scissors skimmed up her arm and down her side. She shivered. “Terry, don’t. Just take my arms down. We can remove my clothes and then hook me back up.”
“Nope.” He nipped her neck. “You came to the Club and teased me. Pranced around, flirting with Richard. You knew you were mine.” He began cutting the other side of the shirt.
“I didn’t.”
He yanked and the shirt was gone. He tossed it on the bed. It was ruined, cut into pieces.
“Damnit. What am I going to wear now?”
“Nothing.” His hands held her bra strap. “You’re my naked prisoner. You agreed when we left the Club.” The scissors snipped and he dropped the strap.
“I didn’t agree to you ruining my clothes.”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.” He turned her face and kissed her, his lips hard on hers. He broke away. “And you never said your safeword.” He cut the other strap and tossed the bra by the shirt.
“Ah…” She hadn’t. She could’ve, but she didn’t.
He moved to the side, looking her over like a predator eyes his cornered prey.
Her nipples were hard little pebbles and she shivered. A little cold without his body heat.
“Restraints good?”
She tugged on them again. “Yeah.”
“Excellent.” He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He stepped onto the bed, the bulge in his pants right in front of her face.
Her eyes locked on his cock and she licked her lips. She couldn’t help it. He was so big.
“Have you been with anyone since me?” He rubbed his dick through his pants.
“No.”
“Good.” He unzipped his pants, shoving them and his underwear down. He hadn’t been kidding, he was beyond ready, already dripping. “Open.” He guided his dick to her mouth.
