Submit
Rated: M
Summary: Learning of the mutants should have incited fear and revulsion, but once their appearance, (and obvious masculine prowess) is observed by feminine eyes, there's no stopping the wild, erotic fantasies.
The only way to curb such curiosity is to submit to the impulses.
"Primal Instincts" used by permission from author: Autumndragon209
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Objective: Agreement
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She stared at herself in the mirror, not for the first time wondering what the hell she was thinking. This whole thing started with a random stray thought that matured into a short lived fantasy. Then quickly escalated, building the alternate reality into something tangible, to the point her daydreams were becoming a distraction. A dangerous distraction. One that could cost her clients a small fortune on the stock market if she became too sidetracked by her increasing desires.
Vibrators and dildos had barely taken the edge off. Quickies with strangers at a club or one night stands had not helped, despite the alcohol consumed. Random thoughts and positions infiltrated her mind when she least expected it, distracting her from the doldrums of every day life.
Unbidden, images of mutated humanoids entered her brain, causing her thoughts to go down a dark and dangerous path. Since the world had been introduced to the mutants that now existed, she couldn't help but imagine what they would be like in an intimate setting.
She had only seen them on TV, but the tall, muscular, masculine build had been an instant turn on.
So sensual. Powerful. Utterly clueless to their latent sensuality.
Taboo.
In so many ways.
The mere thought of fucking one was instantly partnered with guilt and shame. It wasn't right, lusting after creatures that weren't quite... human. Who were more animal than human, despite the fact they walked upright and could speak and think for themselves.
Then she noticed how they interacted with one another. Smiling, fist bumps, and the smaller one, clad in orange, grinning mischievously, openly flirting with females in the crowd.
A real Casanova, trapped in green skin and sporting a shell.
It was... disconcerting.
Not the obvious camaraderie and brotherly roughhousing, but the fact that these four, (turtles of all things,) teased and supported each other. Exactly as human siblings. Friendship and love and protectiveness for each other.
It was all right there, on the screen that day when the four had been introduced to the city. They were a family. Sentient beings with thoughts and emotions (good, bad, sexual) all their own.
Honestly, was it really so different?
Were they any different than human men, who walked on two legs and protected and loved his family?
Surely they had desires? Fantasies of their own. After all, that orange banded one was blowing kisses at the ladies in attendance.
Since the broadcast, her fantasies grew more intimate, more passionate, and far more exciting the longer she divulged the wickedness that haunted her mind. The daydreams had become so vivid she had to wear a pantyliner to keep her arousal from giving her away, though there was no way to hide the distinct scent of a horny woman on the prowl.
Nearly delirious with the desire that constantly burned her blood and coiled her lower belly, she had thought she was alone in her desires and there was no way her fantasies could come to fruition. Reality rarely lived up to fantasy.
She was doomed to live her life with less than satisfactory sexual encounters. Forced to calm her urges with toys and mindless, faceless sex with strangers that barely provided some much needed relief. If anything, she was becoming more stressed with each failure.
But as luck would have it one night, she overheard other women at the club discussing the mutants. She huddled in the bathroom, listening intently as one woman described her sexual encounter with one. When her friends scoffed in disbelief, she detailed the criteria for 'dating' one of the mutants, then recited a phone number.
The mutants were not only accepting of intimate relationships with human women, but they were actively seeking such companionship.
For a fee, of course.
And according to the woman in the club that night, she had experienced the best Earth shattering, mind blowing, prolonged orgasm of her life. Her friends certainly couldn't find anything to titter about intrigued and curious in their own right.
Hastily leaving the club, she dialed the number from memory, and a young woman answered.
"Primal Instincts," she said by way of greeting.
It was difficult to put her desires into words, not wanting anyone to believe her unhinged or dangerously deviant. It was one thing to be divulging in fantasies, but to entertain the idea of having them come to fruition? It was something else entirely.
Her nerve threatened to abandon her but the alcohol she had consumed bolstered her confidence. Soon she was explaining her desires as freely as she would to a best girl friend. If she had one.
The men she picked for quickies or took home, fell vastly short of what she needed, hence why her fantasies were becoming a disruption. Being a corporate woman who spent her days dominating peers, she wanted someone to dominate her in the bedroom, and her most recent lays had been tepid at best. Their idea of dominating was pulling her hair and calling her 'bitch' and 'cunt.'
Not exactly arousing.
"Leo prefers a dominate role," the lady said with no kind of disgust or perverseness in her tone. She was polite, professional, and ready to make dreams come true. And 'Leo's' guidelines were few, but promising.
Total submission to him being first and foremost.
Before her nerve could abandon her, she set up an appointment, finding it frustrating there was a one week waiting period.
She wasn't sure if they were being overly cautious by enforcing a one week waiting period, or if they were truly booked for their company. Or maybe it was a way to give new clients time to think things through and back out if necessary. Either way she didn't care. She had nothing to hide. Certainly not now, wearing a lacy pale pink spaghetti strap teddy.
Pacing her loft apartment, she secretly wondered if her date, Leo, was as rugged and rough as she hoped he would be. She wanted a passionate, attentive man who made sure she came at least once before himself.
Lately, with the cheap liquor and fast fucks in various clubs, her sexual appetite had been far from quenched. If anything, she was hungrier. Starving. Ravenous for a male who could utterly dominate and titillate her into a praise worthy orgasm and not stop until he achieved his goal.
If she had to pay for such a glorious ending, then so be it. She had earned her money. She could spend it however she wanted. Even if that meant paying a mutant to spend the night and fuck her brains out until she was unable to walk.
Speaking of mutant, where was he? It was already after 10. The date should have started already. She should be crying out his name and weeping with sweet sexual release by now!
Frustrated, she wondered if she needed to call and confirm the appointment but a noise by the open window caught her attention. As instructed, the lights were off, as he didn't want to be seen coming or going.
No need to draw attention or have awkward questions from neighbors.
The only illumination was from the various candles placed around the living room and down the short hall into her bedroom. Enough to set the mood and provide light to navigate the landscape, but not enough to appear garish and tacky.
Her curtains moved, then suddenly, there he was.
Oozing out of the shadows to become a solid mass of power and strength, regarding her with a hooded expression behind his black mask. The mask would've been comical on a human, eliciting jokes of Zorro or piracy.
But on the silent mutant standing by her window?
It was roguishly swarthy. Adding a touch of mystery without seeming cheesy.
And it was sexy as hell!
"Leo?" she asked, though there was no mistaking the green skin and shell that adorned her sexy intruder.
He offered a single dip of his head in answer.
"You have agreed to my set terms?" he asked in a deep vibrato that traveled from her ear down to her womanhood, making it clench in anticipation.
"Yes," she answered, willing herself not to fidget. She was a corporate woman who knew how to make men cry and scream. She'd be damned if she let this stranger witness her apprehension.
Leo took one step forward, the candlelight bathing him in a pale orange glow that did nothing to hide his size and strength. The black leather pants accentuated the power and masculinity of the male standing before her. Muscular legs, sculpted to perfection by years of intense training. And due to the soft glow of the candles, she could make out a nice firm ass, something a lot of men lacked. Black gauntlets braced his powerful forearms, which moved easily along the expanse of his broad chest.
And oh!... my!
The bulge in the front of his skin tight pants was enough to make her take pause.
She'd had several lovers over the course of her thirty-three years. Not that she was ashamed of such a thing. She was a vital, healthy, sexual being who had desires and urges as any other. She was no different than any other human being, or sentient life form, that walked the planet.
But he was...large. In every sense of the term. Not only in size and build, but in presence.
Her apartment was spacious, but when he stood in candlelight, the room shrunk upon him, making him appear larger than life. His quiet aloofness was tinged with a dark and hidden danger. The kind that made you both fearful and excited.
Oh, he was dangerous alright. Able to take everything he wanted and not break a sweat overcoming any resistance she could offer.
But that was not their arrangement.
"You know why I am here," he said with a voice laced in expectation and authority. He remained at a distance, poised as a dangerous statue that could come alive at any second and pounce.
Her knees became jelly.
"Yes," she managed to say, hoping her voice didn't fail.
He stepped closer, the broad expanse of his chest glistening in the flickering candlelight, covering him with its amber kiss as he moved stealthily across the room. Thighs flexed with each step. Muscles bunched and extended, displaying his power and prowess. Green skin moved fluidly over muscle and sinew, getting closer until she could discern every shade of green upon his flesh, alive and breathing a few feet away.
He was everything she expected, and more.
Way more.
She was becoming aroused by the sheer magnetism he exuded, and they haven't even made it to the bedroom! She shifted uneasily, hoping he couldn't detect the dampness of her thighs.
"I do not play games," he said with stern authority that made her tremble. "I ask for your submission. You give it, I take it. If you do not agree, I leave and never return. Are we clear?"
"Yes." Her heart was hammering in her ears. Usually she displayed confidence and control over her situations, her job demanding she be hard nosed and steadfast. It was a dog eat dog world, and she refused to be a Yorkie in a world dominated by Pit Bulls.
"What is your safe word?" Leo asked. He refused to continue until their game was agreed upon.
"Bulldog," she answered, tamping down on her nervousness. He was quite intimidating, and...big. Bigger than any man she had ever dated. "Had a bad incident with a bull dog and have been …"
"I don't care," Leo said, "I'm not here to hear a story." In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of her, so close she could sense his heat.
She shivered at his superhuman speed. One moment he was several feet away discussing her safe word and the next, he was standing a breadth away, his large green hand cupping her cheek tenderly, despite his obvious strength.
So close now, she could detect his scent. Most men smelled of manufactured chemicals intent upon appealing to a woman. A lab generated musk that never quite smelled as intended, nor have the reaction it was meant to invoke.
Leo smelled of leather, supple and yielding, perfumed with rich oils to aid in flexibility and durability when he dominated his clients. There was no trace of false musk or bottled pine tree associated with typical colognes.
Not with Leo.
He smelled of nature. Of sun baked stones on a lakeside, absorbing the blistering heat of day to warm cool nights.
"You do no need to fear, little one," he muttered, gazing into her eyes and correctly judging her fear and hesitation. "I will not hurt you." He gave her hair a little tug, a ghostly grin quirking the corner of his mouth. "Unless you ask me to. Understand?"
"A little pain might be alright,' she said, biting her lower lip. She couldn't believe she just said that. Hoping to clarify so he wouldn't spank and pound her ass into a bloody pulp, she licked her lips and explained. "Light spanking is okay. And I'm guessing there's going to be some pain," she glanced to his crotch and the dominate bulge beneath the laces, "but it's be expected. But if it's too much, you'll stop, right?"
"Bulldog," Leo said immediately. He smiled when she began to relax under his ministrations. Her hesitancy was understandable. He was a foot taller and at least a hundred fifty pounds heavier than she. "This is not your first time, I hope."
"No,' she said without shame. "I've had several lovers. But you're..." She glanced over his wide shoulders and broad chest, so much larger than any man she had ever been with, "bigger than anyone I've ever slept with."
"In all ways," Leo promised, making her shiver with desire and an uncertain amount of fear.
He was hot, but he was also quite scary, borderline terrifying. Even his smile was laced with danger, layered with meaning, and promising unspoken things that made her heart pound.
His voice was a deep bass, "So, do I have your submission?"
She nodded slowly, not trusting her voice. How he was able to rob her of senses was a mystery. But here she was...mindless, senseless, and totally entranced by the mutant gazing down at her.
His expression turned dark, his voice commanding. "When you answer me, you will refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir,' am I clear?"
"Y-yes, sir," she stammered, both very exited and frightened. He could hurt her, quite easily. But he also radiated a sense of safety and protection. "Whatever you want."
That lip quirked again, though this time, there wasn't humor in it.
"That's not how I am to be addressed." His hand slid from her shoulder, down her arm, to her hip. He leaned over, throwing her into his shadow as he growled, "When I ask you a question, I expect the proper answer."
Smack!
His hand cracked with lightning reflexes, landing a slap to her ass through the thin fabric of the teddy.
She hissed, rising up on tiptoes from the sting.
"Yes, Sir," she gasped, heat traveling from the impact to pool between her legs.
Leo breathed heavily, his hot breath caressing her face as he spoke. "Good. Very good."
At this distance she could make out the crystalline blue of his eyes. It was strange seeing such a vibrant, icy color contrasting the black mask he wore.
Slowly he moved, surveying her closely as predator to prey, sizing up weaknesses, sensing vulnerabilities, calculating the time and effort it would take to subdue the victim.
Hovering by her ear, he whispered seductively, his voice pitched low.
Menacing.
Promising.
Dangerously provocative.
"Now, convince me to take you to bed."
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