Page 5 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)

“Good evening Adrian, Sir.” Ashley purrs as she steps into the front entrance of my home wrapped up in a long, brown, trench coat, with her dark hair up in a tight French braid.

“Hello my dear.” I greet her, pulling her in and closing the door behind her with a kick of my bare foot. “Are you ready?”

“Always for you.”

“That’s what Daddy likes to hear.” I whisper in her ear, licking up the shell of it with the tip of my tongue, feeling her shiver against my bare chest.

She knows the drill, and what I expect. Under that coat she’ll be naked and ready to go for me, just like I’m ready for her in my old, worn-out jeans that are slung low on my hips.

Her nipples will already be hard, and her pussy will be clenching onto nothing in anticipation of what I’m about to do to her.

I can already smell the desire pouring off her.

It floats through the air to my nose, making me salivate like one of Pavlov’s dogs.

The moan that escapes her mouth when I take her hand vibrates in her throat, sounding all low and raspy, but when I lead her to the stairs that go up to the second floor instead of the door to my basement playroom, she pauses.

“Sir?” She asks quietly, her eyes darting across my face in query.

“Upstairs tonight, kitten. Daddy wants to fuck you in his bed.” I say to her, dragging my nose down her cheek, kissing her lightly on her pale skin, watching her blue eyes widen in surprise.

“Wh…why?”

“Do I need a reason?” I ask, sharpening my voice, reminding her that when she is under this roof, she will not question me, nor disobey.

“No, Sir. Lead the way.”

“That’s a good girl.”

I do have a reason, but it’s not for her to know. It’s actually kind of dumb, but we are nearing the time I saw that beautiful thing out in the alleyway last night, and I’m curious to see if she returns tonight. If we’re in the basement, I’ll never know.

It’s kind of a cocky move on my part, hoping to see another woman when I have one so beautiful and willing in my grasp, but I’ve never been known to be nice, not really.

I get what I want however I want, even if that means doing some really underhanded things, like leading this beauty to my room so I can fuck her while I wait for the other pretty thing that I couldn’t get out of my mind all day to arrive.

Leading Ashley up the stairs, I grip her hand hard, pulling it around me, placing it on the front of my jeans, over my already hard cock.

Her fingers instinctively start to brush against the denim, seeking me out, making me throb under her touch.

Her nails scratch the material, and I can feel it just as if I was bare.

Such a needy little whore, but I guess so am I.

I’m vibrating inside as I guide her up the steps, down the hall and into my bedroom, hearing her gasp at the opulence she has never seen in her times being here.

We’ve always gone downstairs right away, because I never let my play things see my personal space, but her, I’ll make an exception for.

I mean I do trust her with all my corporate secrets, and she’s never given me a reason not to.

“Adrian…it’s beautiful.” She gasps as I push open my bedroom door and lead her inside.

“Don’t get used to it.” I say, pulling her tightly to my back, wrapping those slender arms around me, letting her drag her hands up and down my front, allowing the only touch she’s going to be able to feel of me until I’m inside of her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Get your fill now while you can.”

She’s ravenous with her touches, her fingers stroking over the ridges of my abs, then reaching down and cupping me through my jeans.

She works fast, getting in everything she can before I grab her and flip us around, so she’s in front of me, her forearms in my hands, her hands held up towards her face and away from my body.

“Sir?”

“Enough, kitten.” I say, cocking my eyebrow at her, giving her the look that she knows begins my play time. Shoving her back a step I release my hold on her while peeling off her coat, leaving her bared to me. “Kneel at the foot of the bed, facing it, arms outstretched to the posts.”

With a quick glance at the antique clock on the wall that’s shaped like a classic pocket watch, I notice that we have plenty of time before I need to be looking out the windows. It’ll allow me to give her what I know she needs before I take what I want.

Strutting to my wardrobe, I pull out the tethers that I know she loves.

Leather straps with soft, furry, red cuffs on the ends.

She gasps when I come up behind her and wrap them around her wrists, fastening the Velcro securely.

With a gentle tug on each wrist I make sure they’re tight enough but not too tight.

Even the meanest of doms needs to make sure that he’s not going to cause actual harm to the submissive in his charge.

That is, if he’s an actual dominant and not some punk pretending to be one just to get laid.

She’s already vibrating, her body swaying with the pounding of her heart.

The excitement in her is palpable as I snap the tethers’ ends to the bed posts, restraining her arms out to her sides.

With the tension she can’t bring her hands in, nor rise to her feet.

She is effectively my prisoner now, to do with as I wish.

“Sir.” She breathes out all husky and deep.

“Easy kitten. I’ve got you.” I whisper, bending down so my lips brush her ear. “I know what you need.”

“Please.” She purrs, tilting her head to the side for the extra contact with me, and I lick her cheek before standing up straight and backing away from her.

The flogger I pull from the mahogany wardrobe slides through my palm all soft, but the leather tails will bite when handled and swung correctly. I watch the thin black strips cross my hand then dangle down, over and over again as I warm them with my body heat.

“You’re going to count with me. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

It’s music to my ears when the first strike lands across her back, with the little whips cracking against her flesh, the sound of her sharp intake of breath, and the small moan that escapes on her exhale.

“One, Sir.” She says quickly.

“Good girl.”

I come down on her again and again, each time flogging her harder, until her back and shoulders are covered in angry red welts, and she’s rushing to count the hits without missing any.

“Two, three, four, five, six, Owww Sir, seven, eight, Sir.” She spits out, her body going rigid between each blow, then melting when it lands.

She loves the pain, even needs it. It helps to get her out of her head, and to calm down all the thoughts that plague her on the daily.

Physical pain has a way of doing that. It’s why cutters cut.

The brain latches onto the body’s sensations, focusing on the discomfort instead of the shit that floats around in the subconscious.

It’s what makes BDSM such a draw for many people, especially ones in powerful positions, or with careers that keep them mentally overloaded.

When the whip, cane, or whatever implement is being used strikes the skin and makes that burning pain, all thoughts except how it feels go away.

“You’re doing so well. Three more, kitten.” I coo to her, rubbing her reddened skin with my palm as I give her time to catch the breath that wants to flee from her in her submission.

“Yes, Sir.”

The way she breathes heavily, and her breasts rise and fall with each one is so fucking sexy.

Her skin is flushed, and sweat beads on her nape, just under her braid.

I can smell the pheromones in it, and it’s driving me to want to discard the whip and just fucking plow my hard cock into her, but a good dominant withholds himself until he knows their partner has gotten what they need.

She needs the last three, like her life depends on it.

The way she hangs her head back and begs me with those bright, blue eyes tells me so much more than words ever could.

I can feel the wanting, no, the need in her.

She’s almost there, at the point where the final thoughts are teetering on the edge of her consciousness, and the pain will push them away.

“Please, Sir.”

“Yes. My good girl. Ready?”

“Yes.”

Pulling my arm back, I take aim for the space between her shoulders, making sure she’s raised her face away enough that I don’t risk catching her cheek or eye with one of the strips.

She squeals in pain as the flogger connects with her flesh, pulling on her tethers, shaking, then growling at the snap of the leather.

The red and pink welts raise more, and the largest of them in the middle of her back weeps tiny little drops of her blood that smears across her skin as I bring my toy down on her the last two times to the wailing of her agape mouth.

It’s like watching a ghost float away as her form slumps forward, her body becoming like jelly, her face resting on the foot of my bed. She’s been released of her troubles, her stress, and everything else I throw at her on the daily at work.

I’m the one who stresses her out, and the one who takes it away. It’s a mutual and rewarding relationship, but still not what I want.

Images of the girl in the alley float through my brain as I gently unfasten the tethers and push Ashley forward, letting her body rest against the mattress as I pull out some cream and rub her down.

With the blood seeping from her flesh she needs the bare minimum of aftercare before I empty myself into her and send her packing.

As I tend to the wounds, I don’t see them, I only see the dark hair and narrowed eyes looking up at me like she did. I know she saw me, that’s why she ran, and I wonder if she really will be back tonight.

Who knows, but it’s worth a shot.

“Mmmm, that feels so good.” Ashley moans, her body moving with the force of my strokes across her as she melts more into my bed.

The chiming song of the grandfather clock downstairs in my study rings out eleven times, snapping me out of my thoughts and the caresses across her marred back. It’s nearly time, and I need to be at that window.

“Up.” I command her, helping her rise on her shaky legs.

She practically falls into me, her damp back smearing the lotion on my chest as I hold her up against me. But I don’t give her much time to do anything to steady herself before I yank her hands behind her back and thrust her towards the window, smashing her naked breasts up against the cold glass.

She squeaks in surprise at my sudden movements but doesn’t fight me, she knows better, but she does give a little protesting moan when I grab a blindfold off the top of my dresser and slip it on over her head.

I can’t have her seeing what I’m looking for as I take her and drain my desire for another into her pretty little cunt.

“Sir?”

“Shhh kitten. Just go with it.” I say to her, kissing her neck, running my hands up and down her body, grabbing her tits and squeezing them while I pin her hands behind her with my body, crushing her slim wrists together with my weight.

My cock is unbelievably hard and pulsing against her ass as I manipulate her breasts, tugging on them, pulling on her nipples that are hard from my touch and the cold. She’s moaning and trying to press back against me, begging for what she knows is coming.

Kicking her feet apart, I undo my belt and jeans, shoving them down hastily to my knees, and she cries out in the wanting need of my dick.

“Please, Sir.”

“Yes.” I grunt back to her as I drag the head of my cock through her ass cheeks, feeling her warmth and the wetness that’s leaking from her pussy and traveling through the seams of her body.

“Oh fuck!” She cries out as I position myself at her tight opening and thrust up inside that perfect little cunt in one hard push of my powerful hips.

It’s fucking paradise inside her, and the way she molds to me, taking every large inch. She grunts and growls between me and the window as I fuck her, slowly at first, then build up speed as her juices squelch around me, wetting me more, letting me slide through her flesh with no resistance.

“So good, so wet.” I pant in her ear, kissing her neck, biting it, making her gasp and cry at the feel of my teeth in her flesh.

Her hands flex against my pelvis as I slam into her over and over again, rattling the double pane window, smashing her into it.

I can feel her fingers grabbing at my skin, and normally I would punish her for the indiscretion, but not now.

Now, my attention is on the darkened alley behind my house.

I’m watching over her shoulder, waiting for a glimpse of the creature I saw before, wanting to know who she is, why she’s out there, and where she came from.

Curiosity killed the cat dude.

“Adrian!” Ashley screams out as I punish her with my cock, forcing her to take it all, holding her to the glass, lifting her off her feet with each wild thrust of my hips.

She’s close, her cunt gripping me like a fist, her hands slapping and pinching at me to make me stop, but without her safe word being spoken, I keep going. She needs to take me, to help me quench this fucking thirst inside of me for that beauty outside who has yet to make an appearance.

I’m getting frustrated, I want to see her, to look down on her, to let her peer up and see what I am capable of. Something in me tells me that the shy little thing will be just as curious about me as I am of her.

“Oh God, Adrain!”

I’m fucking my secretary harder than I ever have before, ripping her open inside, pushing up so hard that I swear I can feel her heart beating on the head of my dick. It’s not enough, and I growl out my anger as I slam her so hard that her face cracks the glass under it.

The screams coming from her mouth and the feel of her twitching and pulsing around me toss me over the edge into an orgasm that roars all the way up from my bare toes that dig into the rug under them.

It’s hard and violent as it tears out of my dick, filling her as she breaks apart around me on a guttural string of obscenities.

“That’s it, take it all, kitten.” I grunt quietly, barely able to hear myself through her vocalizations.

“Fuck, god damn, oh shit, fuck!” She swears as she rides out our climaxes like the good little cum dumpster she is.

I’m empty and panting, my large body crushing hers, and I rest my chin on her shoulder, looking over it to the alley below. It’s empty, with no one in sight, and the absence of the little thing I was waiting for makes me angry.

Fuck!

“Time to go.” I grunt as I push myself off the still trembling Ashley, leaving her there alone to get her bearings and her shit together to leave as I stomp into the bathroom and slam the door shut behind me.