"Submission"

By ANGELA KNIGHT



I slammed the car door and turned to peer at the house through the
leafy night shadows of the trees. My hands were sweating, and I
smoothed them quickly over the thin floral fabric of my sundress. For
a moment I gave serious thought to getting back in my little Toyota
and going home. But no. This was going to haunt me until I went
through with it. Pulling my shoulders back, I marched across the yard
and up the stairs of Jake Remington's sprawling ranch house.

The door was imposing, a hardwood slab that looked a foot thick in
the glare of the porch light. Licking my dry lips, I reached up and
gingerly pressed the doorbell. As distant chimes rang somewhere
inside, a breeze slipped across my face, bringing with it the smell
of azaleas and cut grass.

This was nuts. I'd better leave ...

The door swung open just before I lost my nerve. Jake stood there
with a towel looped around his neck, looking as if I'd interrupted
him in the middle of a workout. Involuntarily, my eyes traced the
bare, sweat-slicked geography of his chest, then dipped down to the
nylon shorts that clung damply to his powerful thighs.

"Niki." His dark eyebrows shot up his forehead. "Barbara isn't here."

I swallowed. There was a knot in my belly that felt like a brick. "I
know. I ... wanted to talk to you about that."

Jake's green eyes narrowed. "Yeah? Come on in." He stepped back from
the door.

I eased past him into the hallway, sharply aware of the way he was
studying me. He was big. Taller than I was by a good six inches. I
flicked a look at his broad chest again and wondered if he could tell
I didn't have on a bra. I'd worn the sundress to show off the hard
bumps of my nipples -- but God, suddenly that didn't seem like such a
good idea.

"So," Jake said dryly, "did she tell you I was a Neanderthal pervert
with a secret desire to subjugate women?"

His boldness surprised a laugh out of me. "Actually, yes."

With a disgusted snort, Jake gestured me toward the living room. I
headed in that direction as he fell in behind me -- not too close,
but close enough for me to feel a burn of awareness in the nape of my
neck. Then again, I'd been intensely aware of Jake since I'd met him
a year ago, when Barbara had staked him out as private property. He
was simply too male to ignore.

"Want something to drink?" he asked, striding across the pale rose
carpet to a cherry cabinet.

I needed liquid courage badly, but at the moment I wasn't sure I
could swallow. "No, thank you."

He shrugged and poured two fingers of Johnny Walker into a cut
crystal glass. "So, if you're not looking for Barbara, what are you
looking for?"

I decided to sidestep that one for the time being. "I understand she
was pretty rough on you."

He lifted a dark brow and grinned sardonically. "I think I'll
survive."

"Actually, I'm a little surprised you said what you did to her. You
know what a die-hard feminist she is."

Jake shrugged his bare, broad shoulders. "We'd just killed a bottle
of Crown, or I would have known better." He directed a brooding look
into his glass. His handsome, angular face was tight with remembered
anger and humiliation. "Once we were nicely buzzed, she started
talking about her secret fantasies. So I told her mine. She... wasn't
very receptive."

"I gathered that." I shook my head. "To tell you the truth, I think
she over-reacted a little."

"Oh?" He gave me a speculative stare. "I thought you were her co-
captain in the fight against the male conspiracy."

"What can I say? Sometimes I desert."

"Now, there's an interesting admission. Why?"

I sucked in a deep breath. "Part of being a feminist is having the
courage to go after what you need whether anybody approves or not."

"Yeah? Just what _do_ you need?"

My eyes skidded away from the calculation in his. Nervously, I began
to examine the furniture. That white leather couch looked damned
expensive -- and lushly inviting. I jerked my eyes away from it and
licked my lips.

"You're stalling, Niki."

I snapped a look back toward Jake -- just in time to catch him
performing a lazy survey of my legs. I felt faintly scorched by that
stare. And a bit more confident. "That depends on what _you_ need."

He laughed shortly. "Somehow I doubt you're up to it."

"Try me."

"She put you up to this, didn't she?" Jaw tightening, Jake
straightened away from the cabinet. There was something subtly
threatening about the movement, and I fought an impulse to step away.

"I assure you, Barbara would be shocked if she knew I was here," I
said, managing to keep my voice steady, though my heart was lunging
its way into my throat.

He hissed out a breath through clenched teeth. "All right, I'm going
to ask you one more time -- why _are_ you here?"

"I wanted to ask you to... That is, I wondered if you'd want to ..."

Jake grinned unpleasantly. "Spit it out, Niki."

"You said you had fantasies about ... submissives. I want to help you
act them out."

"How flattering."

Humiliation flared through me. "Unless you don't find me appealing."

"Oh, I'd love to fuck you -- and you damn well know it." He took a
slow step forward. "You and Barbara really must think I'm some kind
of gullible asshole."

I took a wary step backwards. "No, I mean it. As long as I can
remember, I've had these fantasies ...."

"Yeah. Right."

"I'm serious."

"Prove it." His eyes were chill.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Strip."

I froze. To undress in front of him like this ... but I knew if I
didn't take his dare, it would be over. He'd never believe me -- and
he'd never give me what I needed.

Sucking in a deep breath, I reached behind my back, caught the tab of
my zipper, and pulled it downward. Jake's green eyes widened. Before
I could lose my nerve, I grabbed my hem and pulled the sundress off
over my head. Cool air hit my nipples, which hardened in a rush of
tingling skin. Hooking my thumbs in my lacy panties, I slid them down
over my thighs and stepped out of them, then reached for the tops of
my stockings.

"Leave 'em." The words came out as a growl, and I looked up nervously.

Jake was staring, narrow-eyed, a muscle ticking furiously in his
jaw. "Very pretty. The lace garter-belt's a nice touch."

It took all the courage I had to keep from grabbing my dress and
diving for cover. I started to babble. "When I was fourteen, I found
a book under my brother's bed. It was some fantasy thing about a
slave girl." I swallowed and tried to shut up, but the words just
kept pouring out. "This big warrior captured her and put her in
chains and dominated her, and I masturbated to my first orgasm while
I read it. I've fantasized about that ever since, but I never told a
soul. Until now."

"I must have read the same book." There was a hard, hot glitter in
those eyes now. "Get down on your knees."

I chewed my lip. I knew he still doubted me -- but then, after the
way Barbara had ripped him up, I couldn't really blame him. But I
also knew a lot of men would take advantage of an admission like the
one I'd just made. I was very, very vulnerable.

But what the hell. It was too late to go back now. I dropped to my
knees.

Jake moved toward me in a slow stalk, and I remembered everything
Barbara had sworn he'd said. About what he fantasized doing to a
woman like me. I could feel my skin burn in a combination of desire,
fear and humiliation, and my nipples started to ache.

He jerked down the front of his nylon shorts to free his erection. I
gasped. It was as big as Barbara had bragged, back in the days before
she'd gotten pissed. Impatiently, Jake pulled it down to the level of
my mouth. "Suck me."

I parted my lips and leaned forward to engulf him, opening wide for
the massive shaft. I took it as deep as I could, until I began to
choke a little on its size, then retreated back along its meaty
length. Slowly, I pushed forward again.

"God, you're really serious," he gasped, sounding stunned and
strangled. That amazement gave me courage, and I swirled my tongue
over his cock head. It was a mouthful, almost the size of a plum. I
could feel myself getting wet. Reaching up, I caught my nipples and
began to twist and pluck them as I sucked. I could see the hard
ripple of his abdominals over my head, saw them flex as he made a
short, involuntary thrust.

I pulled back off his shaft, feeling the hard tip brushing my
cheek. "Enslave me. Please, Jake, make me your slave."

Jake stared down into my face, reading the emotion I knew was naked
there, the hunger and the need. His eyes narrowed. Reaching down, he
wrapped a big hand in my dark hair. "It will be my pleasure." His
grin was savage.

Grabbing his cock with his other hand, he slid it into my mouth, then
held me still while he began to pump in and out. I tightened my lips
and savored his gliding width as I reached between my thighs for my
clit. He was almost brutal as he worked me, pumping strokes long
enough to make me gag, but I didn't care. This was what I'd wanted,
this was what I'd taken such risks for. I barely had time to touch
myself before I came.

Jake's control was scarcely any better. A moment later, his come
squirted down my throat, hot and bitter. I swallowed it with a sense
of triumph, knowing I'd at last found the man I was looking for.




I wanted him to take me then, but he just shook his head. "If you
want to be dominated, I have to be in control. We'll begin tomorrow,
after I've had time to get ready for you."

With that, Jake tenderly helped me dress and escorted me out the
door. All the way home, I kept remembering what it had felt like to
kneel in front of him with his cock thrusting between my lips. It was
all I could do to keep from driving into a ditch.

No sooner had I walked into my apartment and gotten undressed than
the phone rang. Sitting down on the bed, I snatched it up off the
night stand. "Hello?"

"Just making sure you made it home okay," Jake said. "I'll want you
tomorrow at 7. We'll have dinner."

I closed my eyes, melting at the deep, sensuous rumble in his
voice. "And then what?"

"I'll do whatever comes to mind." He paused, while I swallowed at the
possibilities. "In the meantime, tell me about _your_ fantasies. I
know why I want to dominate you, but I'm not sure why you want to
submit."

A hot tingle raced over my skin. "I don't know. I guess I like the
idea of being bound. Helpless."

"Go on." It was a sensuous growl.

"Well ..." I took a deep breath, gathering my courage to blurt, "The
man in my fantasy is powerful -- I'm completely at his mercy. And as
I lie there bound, I see him looking down at me, and I know he's
thinking of all the things he wants to do to me, all the things he
_can_ do to me ..."

"What sort of things?"

"Like fucking me. Or maybe he wants to see me squirm across his lap
while he gives me a good spanking. Or puts clamps on my nipples. I
don't really like pain, but I like the idea of being conquered. He
makes me like it."

Jake made a hungry, rumbling sound. "I'll be looking forward to it."




That night I lay between cool sheets with my hand busy between my
legs, imagining Jake's hands and mouth and cock, the weight of
chains, the descent of a crop across my bottom. Hearing my own gasps
and pleas as his deep voice purred sensuous threats.

I writhed, so hot my hand wasn't enough, needing something thick and
hard, hungry for the feeling of a big, heavy body mashing me into the
mattress.

It was three o'clock in the morning before I fell asleep, limp
fingers still buried in my pussy.




I had a tough time concentrating at work the next day. It's damn hard
to write a newspaper story about municipal water rates when all you
can think about is being erotically dominated by a muscular stud. But
somehow I managed to crank the thing out, along with several other
stories equally banal, before heading home to get ready for Jake.

Wearing my shortest, slinkiest dress, I showed up at his door
promptly at 7. He answered the bell looking disappointingly casual in
a pair of slacks and a white Arrow shirt, then escorted me into the
huge dining room.

I hesitated just past the doorway, aware of Jake looming at my elbow.
A chandelier hung over the antique mahogany table, shedding warm
yellow light over rich wood and delicately gleaming china. Delicious
scents wafted from steaming dishes. Jake was something of an amateur
gourmet; he'd cooked a truly elaborate meal.

Which, I regret to say, was totally wasted on me. I don't even
remember what the main course was -- I was too busy looking at his
big hands and hard mouth. I could almost feel him moving over me,
that muscled body powerful and relentless.

But if he planned to dominate me, you certainly wouldn't know it to
listen to him. He was flawlessly charming, asking me about my job and
my day. I babbled something about a series I was planning on
hazardous waste incinerators, and he asked some politely intelligent
questions. He also told me a few things about his own day -- he was
one of the biggest building contractors in the city -- but for the
life of me, I don't remember what he said. I could barely even hear
for the thunder of my own pulse.

Over a delicious dessert my mouth was too dry to appreciate, I
said, "So. What do you have in mind for tonight?"

"Actually," he said calmly, sipping his coffee, "I thought I'd tie
you up and punish that pretty little ass of yours."

"Oh," I said in a tiny voice. "Good."




Finally he took me into the living room and repeated the order he'd
given me the previous day: "Strip."

I took my time drawing the tight dress over my head, watching his
stare heat as the hem slid up to reveal my fluffy dark bush.

"You've got the most interesting taste in underwear," he said.

"What underwear?"

"Exactly my point."

I dropped the dress and pulled my shoulders back, enjoying the open
lust on his face. He took a step toward me, voice dropping into a
rumble as he spoke, "Your body is... delectable, do you know that?
Those high, exquisitely pert breasts. And those thighs ... You must
exercise your ass off to have legs like that." He swallowed
visibly. "When you said you wanted to be my slave, it was all I could
do not to throw you down and fuck you on the spot."

Jake reached out a long finger, brushed it gently against a nipple
that instantly tightened into a solid knot of arousal. "Ohhhh, God,"
I whimpered. "If you knew the kind of fantasies I've been having
about you..."

He smiled slightly. "You'll have to tell me about them sometime.
Right now..." His green eyes narrowed, "I want you to run out that
door as if your pretty ass depended on it. Because it does."

I gaped at him. "What?"

"You said you fantasized about being conquered, overwhelmed. I'm
going to prove I can do just that."

"Well, that's obvious," I said, eyeing the width of his chest. "You
outweigh me by a good eighty pounds, all of it muscle. I wouldn't
stand a chance of fighting you off."

Jake grinned. "Yeah, you know I'm stronger in your head, but I want
you to know it in your bones. Once I do, this may be a game to your
mind -- but to your body, your submission will be instinctive and
real. And your reactions that much hotter."

"You're kidding."

"Are you refusing?"

Hell no, not as hot as I was. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"You try to get out of the room and I'll stop you." He quirked a
brow. "But you'd better give me a fight, or you won't sit down for a
week."

I stared at him, feeling anger start to rise at the amused confidence
on his face. He didn't even expect to work up a sweat. "Okay, if
that's the way you want it..."

I turned and lunged for the door. By God, I was going to prove to the
cocky bastard that it wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.

But suddenly he was right in front of me, and it was all I could do
to dodge away from his massive hands. I tried to slip to one side --
just as a strong ankle thrust between mine. His fingers clamped over
my arms, then I felt the jerk of his foot behind my left leg. The
next thing I knew, I was falling -- only to be caught neatly and
carried to the floor.

No sooner had I felt the rasp of carpet fibers between my bare
shoulder blades than Jake landed on me like a cat on a mouse. He
grinned down at me. "Jesus, Niki, couldn't you at least make it
interesting?"

I snarled into his face and began to fight in earnest, writhing
between his imprisoning hands, trying to jerk my own free. At first
nothing I did had any effect at all, on either his grip or his
mocking grin. But then he lost his hold.

I twisted under him and clawed toward freedom. He was astride me
again before I could even jump to my feet, crushing my belly into the
carpet, clamping my hands to the floor. I struggled, snarling, but he
let his full weight press down on me until I could no longer even
squirm.

"Nice try, Niki," he said into the dark cloud of my hair. "But you
lose."

Slowly, I became aware that his hips were snugged against my ass --
and his cock was stiff and hard. He began to flex his crotch into my
bottom. I subsided resentfully, no longer in the mood. "Let me up,
dammit."

"I don't think so." Jake nuzzled into my hair until he found my ear.
Delicately, he began to nibble at it until a shiver rippled over my
skin. "In case you haven't noticed, I won."

"Oh, I noticed," I said breathlessly.

"Glad you're paying attention." He let go of one of my hands and
reached under me to find a naked nipple stirred to hardness by the
rasp of carpet fibers. Delicately, he twisted it until a hot tingle
snaked its way to my cunt. "Looks like you're at my mercy. Which
means you're in serious trouble."

"Oh?" I closed my eyes as he continued his skillful torment of my
nipple.

"Yep. I'm going to beat your lovely little butt until you're rosy and
kicking."

Jake got off me abruptly, but before I could move, he reached down
and scooped me off the floor, then carried me over to the couch as
though I weighed no more than a feather pillow. The next moment, I
was draped helplessly across his lap, my bare ass ready for his worst.

I expected him to start pounding right away, but Jake was a lot more
subtle than that; his calloused fingers began tracing lightly over my
cheeks instead. I quivered.

"You have the most amazing ass," he purred. "Remember when you and me
and Barbara went for that bike ride in the park, and Barbara kept
bitching at me because I was trailing so far behind? Well, your
bottom is the reason I couldn't keep up. I didn't dare. I had a hard-
on to my navel watching you peddle."

I whimpered softly.

The first slap was relatively light, a quick, sharp descent of his
palm. I jumped, more startled than hurt.

"I've had wet dreams about this butt you wouldn't believe," Jake
said, caressing me again, slipping his fingers into the cleavage
between my cheeks. "Maybe I sensed you were secretly a submissive,
but you haunted me. Thinking about what I wanted to do to you.
Fantasizing about tying you up and having my evil way with you."

WHACK!!

I gasped.

"Making you kneel at my feet and suck my cock. Making you beg me to
fuck you."

WHACK!!!

"Listening to you promise me anything..."

WHACK!!

"...if only..."

WHACK!

"I'd fuck ..."

WHACK!

"...you..."

WHACK!

"...HARD."

He got serious then, his hand quick and merciless on my bottom. In
three strokes I was kicking and squirming, yelping with each stinging
impact, but he wouldn't ease up. It should have hurt like a
sonofabitch. It was the hottest experience of my life.

I was sharply, keenly aware of my nudity, of my skin rubbing against
the fabric of his trousers, of the rasp of his sleeve as one hand
clamped around my waist, holding me still for his ruthless hand. I
knew I couldn't escape his strength no matter how I tried. My ass was
his.

Then, with an incoherent growl, he stopped and snatched me upright,
pulling me around to face him so I straddled his lap. Before my dazed
mind quite knew what was going on, his skillful mouth had captured my
nipple.

I clung helplessly to his shoulders, feeling his cool, silky hair
brushing my collarbone as he sucked and licked and bit at me. Blunt,
warm fingers closed over the globe of my breast, kneaded gently. I
let my head fall back and moaned in dazed surrender. His free hand
slipped under my stinging ass, testing muscle and softness, then
sliding between my cheeks. I felt him discover my asshole and pause
slightly. Lifting my rump off his erection, I thrust my bottom out.
He took the hint, sliding his fingers toward my desperate cunt.

"God," he rumbled, "you're so _wet_."

With an easy twist of his thick torso, Jake put me down on my back
into the soft leather upholstery. His hand sought his fly. I went for
the buttons of his shirt, but my lusting fingers weren't up to any
task so complicated. Finally I grabbed and jerked. Buttons shot
across the room, revealing a long, breathtaking swath of brown chest.
With a greedy sound, I reached for him -- just as he came down over
me. His strong hands closed over my wrists, pinning them into the
cushions as his cock stabbed into my cunt, slid in until I could feel
his soft, furry balls against my bottom.

And Jake began to fuck me.

I moaned, overwhelmed by his stroking width, fired by the way he'd
pinned me, by the feeling of his massive body surrounding me.

"Got you," he growled. "I've finally got you. And I'm gonna screw you
until you can't stand up."

"Ohhh, GOD, Jake!"

He buried his face in my hair, powerful hips still working over mine
in long, slow strokes that shafted pleasure through me in waves. "I'm
going to do things to you you've never even dreamed of," he whispered
in my ear, still stroking. "I'm going to make you submit to every
kinky impulse I've ever had."

He stopped, his cock poised just in the entrance to my cunt. I tried
to lift my hips, desperate to engulf him, but he eluded
me. "Say 'Jake owns me.' Say it."

"Jake owns me." I would have said anything.

He buried himself to the balls, and I gasped, staring up into his
face. It was tight with pleasure and triumph.

"Mine," Jake whispered.

His grip on my hands tightened, and his mouth came down on mine,
sealing in my whimper as he began to ride me as I'd never been ridden
before. His strokes were so deep and fast I almost couldn't take
them, couldn't take the pleasure that speared me with every thrust.
But I couldn't get away from them either -- Jake wouldn't allow it --
and a moment later I came like a wave breaking.

I felt him stiffen, heard him groan out his pleasure in my ear. Even
then he didn't stop, his prick still hard and hungry in my cunt as he
kept screwing me without missing a stroke.

Even before I came again, I knew he was right.

Jake did own me.




And in the next month, he proved it. Jake established his dominance
over me in a dozen ways, from brisk spankings to ordering me to dance
naked for him, from forcing me to suck his cock to chaining me to the
bed for a fast fuck. One night, he'd be so deliciously gentle I felt
tears start to my eyes. The next, he was the barbarian rapist of my
fantasies, pinning me down in a breathtaking rush of muscle and
spearing my hungry cunt with his prick.

Not that we were in bed all the time. We also did all the other
things couples do -- movies, nights by the fire, dinner, dancing. We
argued politics and fought over the TV remote. He tried to teach me
to cook and failed miserably. All very normal.

But then he'd get that look in his eyes. Before I'd know what hit me,
I'd be across his lap, wet and squirming.

And I was so happy, it made me nervous. Somehow I had the feeling
that all this was a bit too lovely. Something was bound to spoil it.

The other shoe dropped at a party the mayor threw for the city's
movers and shakers. We went because I was trying to wrangle an
interview, while Jake was intent on getting the contract to build the
new county library. So we basically went our separate ways once we
arrived, Jake wandering off to press the flesh while I stalked my
political prey.

It took me two hours to corner Mayor Richards into an interview. By
the time I'd finished setting up the appointment, my head was
pounding and I wanted desperately to go home -- but as I looked
around, I realized I didn't see Jake anywhere in the crowded room. I
suspected he might be out on the porch, so I started weaving through
the mass of tuxes and designer gowns toward the French doors.

Escaping outside, I sucked in a lungful of cool breeze and scanned
the darkness, grumbling under my breath when I didn't spot Jake. But
my lover notwithstanding, there was no way I was leaving that nice
breeze to plunge back into the midst of drunken, slightly sweaty
humanity. So instead I wandered over to lean on the porch railing of
the veranda.

Which was when I heard the voices coming from around the corner.

"...been thinking about what I said when we broke up. I was wrong,
Jake. I went way over the line. It was just a fantasy, it wasn't like
you actually wanted to..."

"Don't worry about it."

At Jake's reply to that raspy smoker's voice, I straightened as
though somebody had goosed me with a cattle prod. It was Barbara. I
hadn't even known she was here.

But I did know good and damn well I should go back inside, instead of
lurking on the porch eavesdropping like the heroine of a romance
novel.

What the hell. I never claimed to be polite.

"I'd like to start over," Barbara said.

I clenched my fists.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that's possible." Jake's voice was very
gentle.

"It's Niki, isn't it?" She cursed, low and pungent. "I knew I
shouldn't have told her what you said. I could tell by the look on
her face she was practically creaming her panties at the very idea."

"Yeah?" He sounded as though he liked the idea.

"I had no idea she was such a perverted little slut. I'll bet she
lets you do whatever you want."

"Just about."

"That's disgusting."

"No, actually, it isn't."

There was a short, stunned silence. I wondered what she'd seen in
Jake's face. "You think you love her, don't you?"

"I don't 'think' anything. I know exactly how I feel."

"But you don't know how she feels, do you? It's just sex, Jake. Call
it whatever you want, but that's all it is to her."

Hearing her heels on the weathered wood of the veranda, I held my
ground. A moment later she stalked around the corner, and I grinned
viciously into her startled face. "Having second thoughts, Bar?" I
wanted to slap her so badly, my palm itched.

"And you call yourself a feminist." Her full lip curled.

"And I call you a bitch. I've got an infallible instinct for these
things."

She shoved past me. I made an instinctive grab toward her teased
hair, but a big hand caught mine before I could yank any of it out.

"Aren't we being a little juvenile tonight?" A muscle was ticking in
Jake's jaw. I knew he was pissed.

"Yeah, well, being stabbed in the back brings out my native
immaturity."

"Apparently. Do you know what happens to rude little girls who
eavesdrop?"

"They get spanked by hulking male chauvinists?"

"Something like that."

That sounded promising. "What, exactly, do you have in mind?"

"Well, if you must know," he said deliberately, stepping close and
leaning down until his lips touched my ear, "I thought I'd fuck you
up the ass."

That was one variation I'd never experienced -- and never wanted to.
I jerked back and gave him a startled blink. "Isn't that a little
extreme?"

His grin showed every feral tooth in his head. "Actually, it suits my
mood perfectly."

For a moment I gave serious thought to refusing. But then I took
another look at his eyes and kept my mouth shut; there was a deep,
brooding anger in there that had nothing to do with my eavesdropping.
I wondered what had set him off. Then I remembered what Barbara had
said: "It's just sex, Jake. Call it whatever you want, but that's all
it is to her." Was he testing me again?

And what would happen if I failed?

I had no idea. All I knew was that I didn't want to find out. "You're
the master, Jake."

"That's right, Niki. Keep that in mind."




Jake made me wait through two interminable hours while he finished
working the crowd. The whole time, my mind kept skittering like a lab
rat terrorized by one too many electric shocks. Why was he so angry
at the thought that I might be using him for sex? _Did_ he love me?

And how badly was it going to hurt when he reamed my ass? Maybe he
wouldn't really do it...

Finally we said our good-byes and got into his black Porche. I was
buckling my seatbelt when he turned to me in the harsh glare of the
dome light. "Ever been sodomized before?"

I chomped down on my lip. "No."

He grinned savagely and swung the car door closed, leaving us in the
dark.

Once we got home, Jake pulled me into the bedroom and stripped me,
peeling off my black cocktail dress and shucking me out of my
underwear like an ear of corn. Leaving me to contemplate his king-
sized brass bed, he disappeared from the room. I heard him dig around
in the storage room down the hall, then later begin rattling bottles
in the master bathroom.

When he came back, he held a length of clothesline in one big fist
and a jar of vasaline in the other. His grin was faintly menacing.

Despite my misgivings, I didn't put up a fight when he started tying
me up. I had the definite feeling I should be at my most submissive.
Besides, I was starting to get a little hot. It was hard to stay cool
when Jake was wearing his dominant-male-about-to-fuck-slave look.

He got inventive with the clothesline, bending my legs and snugging
my calves to my thighs with a couple of loops. Once I was kneeling
with my bottom in the air, he ran the end of the rope up between my
legs to wrap around my wrists, which he lashed to the brass
headboard. Finally, just to put the finishing touches on the kink, he
gagged me with my bra and blindfolded me with a length of silk scarf.

And walked out of the room, leaving me tied up in a neat little ready-
to-use package. I stared into my blindfold and shivered as cool air
blew across my naked ass.

He was back a few minutes later. I heard the shift of a cushion, and
suspected he'd sat down in the armchair across from the bed. Ice
rattled in a glass. I imagined him sitting there, drinking Jack
Daniels and staring at my asshole and thinking about how it would
feel to fuck it.

As a fugitive trickle of heat warmed my cunt, I thought about the
size of his cock, how broad it was. Pulling at my bonds, I swallowed.

"Worried, Niki?" he said. "You ought to be. I'm hard as a lead pipe."

The ice rattled again. I chewed on the lacy cups of my bra.

"Remember that barbarian from that fantasy novel, the one you read
when you were a kid?" Jake asked suddenly. "Bet that book didn't
mention _everything_ he would have done to his little captive. Once
he bent her over the way you are now, so he could get a good look at
her tiny asshole -- well, he'd just naturally want to see her butt
plugged up with his cock."

The ice rattled again, and there was a clink, as though he'd sat the
glass down on the nightstand. Jake's slow, heavy tread whispered over
the carpet, and I tensed.

His hands caught my bottom, pulled my cheeks further apart. "Oh,
yeah. He'd ream her. How would he be able to resist the temptation?"
he murmured. "She's his slave -- it's not as if she can turn him
down. And he knows how deliciously tight she'll be." I felt a gust of
warm breath on my bottom; he'd leaned in for a closer look. "But most
of all, he knows how it will make her feel when that big cock
stretches her open. Helpless. Conquered. No matter what happens
between them, she'll never forget the night when he first used her
ass for his pleasure."

Jake's hot tongue slid right into my pussy in a long, slow lick. I
groaned into my gag.

"Mmm. Creamy. Guess you don't mind the idea of a good buttfuck as
much as I expected."

He flicked at my clit until my thigh muscles quivered and jerked,
then spread my labia further apart and began to lick me with wicked
skill. When he sank his thumb into my wet pussy, I whimpered in
helpless need. God, it felt so _good_ -- but I needed something
bigger.

I got it. A moment later, he pulled out his thumb and plugged it
right up my ass. I jumped, gasping at the sudden pain.

He quit licking to screw into my hole even deeper, giving it enough
pressure to make me shudder in a combination of discomfort and
helpless arousal. "Oh, yeeaaaaaah," Jake growled. "My cock's going to
love it in there."

I squeezed my lids tightly closed behind the blindfold as he went
back licking my clit and corking my anus. The combination of pain and
delight made lust wind into a tight, hard ball in my belly.

With a sense of shock, I realized I was hot for the anal violation
he's promised.

Finally, after I'd begun to make soft, pleading sounds behind my gag,
he left off tormenting me and stood. I heard a metal lid rattle, and
knew he was opening the vasaline.

He took his time greasing me, sliding two fingers in and out of my
butt, digging in as deeply as he could, stopping occasionally to
caress my clit until I quivered in my bonds.

At last Jake said, "Hmmm. Well, you're good and slick. I think you're
ready to ream."

I shivered, listening to the jangle of his belt, the soft whisper of
his zipper. Something that sounded like a shoe thunked to the carpet,
followed by another thud as its mate hit the ground. The floor
creaked as his weight shifted. The lid of the vasaline jar rattled
again.

I pictured Jake greasing his cock with long strokes of his broad
hand, and whimpered.

"God, you look so hot," he rumbled. "All tied up and bent over and
greased, waiting to get it up the ass. Sweet and helpless. Every wet
dream I ever had."

His cock brushed my butt and I jumped. Hard fingers grabbed my hip,
held me still as Jake's prick nosed my anus. His other hand caught my
waist, began to drag me backwards. I could feel my hole spreading
under the ruthless pressure of his cockhead, and I groaned into my
bra. It felt as though I was being impaled on a baseball bat. I heard
him hum softly in pleasure as he burrowed deeper.

"God, I've never fucked anything so tight," Jake said, when his balls
were finally nestled against my cheeks.

I made a begging sound behind my gag.

"Get used to it, darling. This is going to be a long, slow ream. I'm
planning to enjoy myself -- while making sure you, my sweet little
bitch, never forget this night as long as you live."

He began to pull out, and I caught my breath at the sensation. It was
still painful, but there was a certain perverse stimulation to it.

Jake leaned down over me and reached between my legs. Caressing my
clit, he whispered in my ear, "I've gotta admit, I'm feeling a bit
like your barbarian conqueror. You're so hot, and your asshole is so
tiny." He began to slide in and out in short, digging strokes as his
oiled fingers circled my button.

I sucked in a breath, picturing what we looked like -- me, bent and
bound, while my muscular tormentor loomed over me, sodomizing me with
predatory skill. Instinctively, I shoved my hips up ... and groaned
at the way his cock drove in.

"Mmmm," he breathed into my ear. "I love a willing victim."

He picked up the pace slowly, letting his thick cock stretch my anal
walls with each stroke. Pleasure built stealthily in my core, feeding
on the painful burn of his buggering. Until it was a blaze of lust,
and I was shoving my bottom back onto his cock, begging for every
tormenting inch.

"That's it, Niki, impale yourself," Jake purred. He stroked in
harder. "Never mind, I'll do it for you."

He bore down on my clit, and the spasm of pleasure drove me back on
his cock. Pain spiked through me at the deeper invasion, but somehow
it just added to my hunger.

I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned at the thrusts that were coming
faster and shorter and harder. Heat built up in me, an erotic bomb
ticking toward detonation each time he dug in.

"That's right...Niki, come," Jake gasped. "Your master's... about to
blow his wad ... in your...hot...little... asshole...
ArrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

He shoved in so deep I thought I could feel him in my throat.

And I came, screaming into my gag.




We were both so wiped by the sensual explosion that several minutes
went by before Jake managed to get me untied. I uncurled, groaning as
the ropes fell away, then sighed as he gathered my aching body
against his. I felt completely limp and sated.

"God, that was incredible," I sighed.

"You think so?" There was a funny note to Jake's voice, something
that sounded like regret.

"Don't you?"

He shifted under me, his sweat-slicked chest rising and falling
uneasily. "I...went a little over the line. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I'm not complaining."

"Maybe you should."

I lifted my head and stared at his handsome profile. There was a
tight line to his jaw. "Quit flogging yourself, Jake. You don't like
it nearly as much as I do."

He snorted. "Yeah, right." A long moment passed while I listened to
his heart thud. Finally he admitted, "I let Barbara get to me."

"Yeah, I sort of figured that out."

I listened as Jake sucked in a deep breath. Suddenly I was reminded
of my own attempts to work up my courage, back when I'd come to
him. "I love you, Niki," he blurted. "Maybe you don't feel the same
way, but I think if you'll give it time..."

I smiled into the hard muscle of his chest. "Jake, you've got to quit
listening to bitch Barbara. I love you too."

He gave me a searching look. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I was attracted to you from the first, but if sex was all it
was, I never would have begged you to master me in the first place. I
knew we could have something special."

I felt him relax under me.

"So," I asked lightly, "What's next on our sick and perverted agenda?"

"Actually," Jake said, "I thought I'd build a dungeon."

"Umm, that sounds lovely. I don't suppose you'd consider investing in
some nipple clamps..."



THE END