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Chapter 5 - My Submission is Yours

TPOV

Vivian is all that was echoing in my mind.

We are extremely familiar with each other, and that excites me the most.

She knows how to manage a whip; it's my favorite.

I crave it. I want it. I need it.

I'm walking through the hallway full of private rooms. There are so damn many.

I'm now standing in front of private room A, and as I enter the room, I glance around and suddenly feel comfortable. The walls are a deep maroon color, and there is a queen-sized bed with beautiful black satin sheets, it's different from other places I've been too, but it's actually nice looking. I study the room a bit, and I see a St. Andrews cross in the middle of the room, whipping bench, bondage table, whips, chains, an adornment of sex toys, and restraints.

Is it fucking wrong to get incredibly hard thinking of all the things my Domme could do to me with these things?

I approach the bed and see a blue button up, black boxer briefs, and black slacks neatly folded with a note on top. I grab them and head straight to the ensuite to get dressed and ready for tonight's scene.

As I'm walking towards the ensuite, I feel the hair on skin raise, it's odd. Maybe I'm just… overly excited? Nope, that's not it. I have this suspicious feeling about the room itself. I don't know exactly what it is, but there's something here.

Fuck it! No time to ponder.

As I enter the ensuite, I look over the note.

"Trev,

You will notice a St. Andrew's cross in the middle of the room, your Domme would like you to be kneeling in front of it. My apologies for giving you the wrong information in the email.

All my best,

Leila Williams Manager of the Power Exchange"

I take the note and leave it on the table. As soon as I strip out of my clothes and neatly fold them, I pull up the box briefs, put on the blue button up, zip up the black slacks, and head back out to the actual room. I feel like some type of business going into the office. My everyday attire. I go to the middle of the room in front of the St. Andrew's Cross and get into the position the Domme requested and wait. I don't know the exact time is anymore, but judging by how quickly I got here and ready, I'd say she should show up in about five or ten minutes.

I'm patiently waiting when I suddenly hear sensual music playing in the background and the lights dim to low. Click-clack, click-clack hitting the ground.

Fuck. I can't lie, I enjoy that noise so much.

I feel a semi coming along.

Breathe, I remind myself.

"Hello, pet." The heels are clicking as the woman in the room circles around me. Just hearing her voice has me on edge, I'm ready for whatever she's willing to do to my body.

Wait… that voice does not sound like Vivian's.

There's something in her voice that sounds familiar.

What is it?

"I love how you're in the perfect position, pet. Lovely." She stops right in front of me, "I am your Domme and inside of the scene, you are to address me as Goddess. While we are outside of the scene and just in case we bump each other out of the parameters of these four walls, you may address me as Rose."

I take a sharp breath. Rose?

Is this pure coincidence that she'd like to be addressed at Rose?

This definitely can't be Vivian; she loved to be addressed as Vixen when we'd scene.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! This can't be, right? Can it?

"Do you understand me, pet?" She questions harshly since I haven't answered her yet.

Fuck.

"I understand, Goddess," I answer as I try to rid myself of the coincidence of this Rose and my Rose.

Maybe Vivian is playing some type of fucking sick joke on me.

She knows about MY Rose.

"What about you? What shall I call you beyond of these four walls?" She asks as she taps her foot on the ground.

Probably fucking irritated by me not answering quick enough.

"Trev," I answer shortly.

If this was Vivian, why the fuck would she even ask the damn question? She knows I used Trev, anywhere and everywhere that I scene at.

"Very well. Now pet, I have read over your limits, have you read over mines?"

"Yes, Goddess." Fuck, why am I already painfully hard just listening to her talk?

How is this possible?

"Good. What are your safewords?"

"Sun and moon."

"Do I need to remind you when to use your safewords?"

"No, Goddess."

"Good. I would like you to close your eyes, and then I would like you to stand." I close my eyes and stand up at her command.

"Is this your first scene, pet?"

"No, Goddess."

I hear her walking around, but I have no idea exactly where she is headed.

"Why don't you go ahead and tell me an implement you'd like us to play with tonight."

"Yes, Goddess." I pause, "a whip, Goddess." My personal favorite.

I hear her walk towards the wall filled with all types of crops, floggers, canes, and whips that I saw earlier. While I'm just listening to the music playing in the background and it's making me grow anxious. What kind of whip will she choose?

Suddenly, I hear her voice, and she sounds so close. "I will use this later on, don't worry." She tells me as I hear her set it down. "You look fucking delicious right now." She says as she smacks my lower back with a flogger while walking around me, and I take a harsh breath.

Holy fuck.

"Hmmm." She says as she strokes my back with the flogger, then she smacks my mid-back, and I'm now in sensory overload. I'm trying not to think about what she'd do next because all my pain and pleasure, it now belongs to her. I'm trying to force these thoughts of out of me while I can because I don't want to be distracted by my own thoughts.

I hear her walk away, and I try to control my ragged breathing, I'm already so worked up, and she hasn't really done much yet.

"You may look at me." Her firm voice resonates through the room, and I look up.

Holy fucking shit. The silhouette of my Goddess is out of this fucking world. She has long hair that is cascading down her back in a ponytail, with the flogger in her left hand. I can't see her eyes, but just by seeing the frame of her face, I can tell she's a fucking beauty. Her body looks petite, and she seems to be wearing something tight, possibly. Just looking at her silhouette alone; she looks enticing, phenomenal, alluring, desirable, and every name in the damn book. I wish I could see her eyes and her smile; I'd probably be a goner. My eyes continue to rack over her body; her breast look fucking fantastic, the outline of her lips look plump and utterly kissable and fuck her ass looks unfuckingbelievable. Damn it. She's smoking hot.

"Rose…" I whisper, trying to bring my mind to some type of normality into the situation that we're in, knowing it's anything but. My cock stands at attention staring at the beautiful Goddess in front of me.

I'm staring at her, licking my lips when her harsh voice brings me back to the reality of our situation.

"Are we outside of these four walls?"

I shake my head.

"Answer me, pet!" She says harshly.

"No, Goddess."

"Did I get you permission to speak just awhile ago?"

I fucking forgot we were in a scene and here I am, gawking the fuck out of my Goddess.

"No, Goddess."

"I'll let that go this time, but let me assure you… I will not be letting you slide again." She tells me in a nonsense tone.

"I understand, Goddess. Thank you."

"I will blindfold you now." She puts on the blindfold, and now I can't see her. "Let's get started, pet." I instinctively slightly bow my head.

"Stand." I comply.

"I'm going to undress you, pet." She whispers seductively and breathes in deeply.

Listening to her breathe in and out is so fucking erotic. I don't know if it's because I'm so impatient and aching for her touch or I'm just excited.

It's all of it.

Fuck me…

"Yes, Goddess." I pant out.

I can't believe listening to her breathe is making me painfully hard. Maybe it's not just that, but it's also because of the fucking images I have going on in my head of things she could do to me tonight. Goddamnit, I'm a fucking mess right now.

I swear, it's her strawberry scent. It's clouding my mind, and I can't think straight.

Suddenly I feel shy, fuck. She's going to undress me and see my manhood as if she didn't see it strained in these fucking slacks enough. I guess my erection should thank her because it's been painfully hard the minute I walked in here.

She begins, and I feel her breath on my body. I try to remain calm under her touch, but every time she touches my skin, even lightly, it ignites something in me. A spark. As she finishes unbuttoning the blue button up, she pushes it softly off of my shoulders, then starts her quick work with the zipper on my slacks. My heart is beating erratically. As soon as my slacks and boxer are off, my erections springs to life and all I hear is "mmm" coming from my Goddess. I'm naked as the day I was born, and she kisses the tip of my cock as my body tenses, I didn't expect that. She begins to suck lightly, just on the tip and I try hard to not groan at her light admissions.

She is driving me insane by sucking, but only enough to leave me wanting more from her.

"Mmm, I like what you're packing, pet." She tells me, "It seems as if parts of you are very excited to see what I have planned for you tonight." She sucks on the tip of my cock one more time. Then, I don't feel her anywhere near me, but I hear the clicking of her heels. Fuck.

Suddenly, I feel her right in my ear, "Listen very closely, pet. I will guide you to the St. Andrew's Cross which is located directly behind you, and then I will restrain you." I feel the heat of her body penetrating around me, her strawberry scent filling my nostrils, and I so badly want to touch her. Her voice is so fucking calming and melodic.

There is something about it that I can't put my finger on.

"Yes, Goddess."

I'm ready to give myself up willingly to her.

She instructs me to stand with my arms stretch upwards, and my legs parted pretty far apart, in the position of the X. "I'm going to restrain you now, pet." And she does so. "Good boy." She praises me after she's done securing me.

I am entirely under her control, naked, and at her mercy, spread eagle. God, it feels good; so fucking good. But, my never-ending thoughts just wouldn't stop fucking with me; not one bit. Fuck, she wants to be called Rose. Surely, this can't be MY Rose, and it's all pure coincidence. I'll leave it at that, I tell myself over and over again. I'm brought out of my thoughts with the clicking of her heels hitting the ground; she sounds like she's on the other side of the room.

While I'm standing here, restrained, alone, willing, aroused, and anxious as fuck.

"I want you to enjoy tonight as much as I will, and as your Goddess, I'll love administering your pain and your pleasure." She states in a calm tone as I hear her walking back my way. "Don't speak. The only sounds I want to hear are your groans and moans, nothing else. Do you understand?"

"Yes, God-" Wack! I get the first blow with what I'm assuming is the whip I chose. Fuck, does it feel so fucking good. Blow after blow to my ass, abs, and thighs; I couldn't help but groan in response. The feeling is intense, but it brings insane pleasure. "Remember, you can use your safe words when needed." She reminds me, and I nod.

"I love how you're so compliant, pet." She kisses the middle of my back, "I also enjoy how your skin is red like strawberries." She praises me as she administers another hit my ass. "Delicious." Wack! Which is harder than the last hit.

"Ugh," I moan loudly.

She knows exactly how to work the whip and inflict just the right amount of pain; it's almost fucking cathartic.

She grabs my face and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. Her lips are so soft and plump. "I love hearing your pleasure, pet. It makes me wet with need." She purrs and fuck, my erection is probably turning fucking purple by now. I hear her shuffle, and suddenly, my cock is wet.

"Mmm," she sucks my cock tightly with her lips like she's sucking on a lollipop. "You taste so fucking good." She runs her tongue over the tip of my cock, and I hiss in return. "Moans and groans, remember pet?" I hear her voice, then she goes back to her quick work on my cock, taking me so dangerously close to her throat. "Don't cum yet," she says, and she runs her tongue along my length, which sends shivers down my spine. God, it feels so fucking amazing. "Yum. I think you've managed extremely well, would you like a reward for being such a good boy?"

Fuck, I thought I was going to get a release.

"Whatever pleases you, Goddess," I say with a strained voice.

I really need to unload.

She's now standing right in front me because I can feel her breath on my chest, and it sort of tickles. "I'm going to take off the restraints and then guide you to the bondage table." She kisses my chest ever so lightly.

"Yes, Goddess." She begins to take off the restraints on my hands, then on my feet. She lets me stretch for a bit, then instructs me towards a table.

"You are now in front of the bondage table, carefully get on, and I'll restrain you when you are comfortable." I quickly get on the table and lay straight on my back. This bondage table is more comfortable than most. Once she asked if I was comfortable, she restrained my hands and feet. I'm yet again, willing and naked, in front of my Goddess.

"Ready for your reward, pet?"

"Yes, Goddess."

One minute, I'm just laying down with my eyes closed under the blindfold, waiting. Then, I hear a zipper go down, and no later than a few second... two fingers intrude my mouth. I begin to suck, and I taste something so sweet.

"You like that, pet?" I suck harder, and I swear, her fingers just came out of her juicy pussy. "Do you taste that pet?" I moan at her words. Fuck. She really knows how to get me worked up. All too soon, she pulls her fingers out of her mouth, and I miss her sweet nectar. I begin to hear her unzip, not just one, but at least three times.

As I'm laying there patiently, waiting… I suddenly feel movement at the top of my head. "I'm going to climb on top of you." Is all she says, and then suddenly I feel her legs on both sides of my face, and the heat of her pussy right on top of my face. Holy fuck. I wish I weren't blindfolded just so I could see her swollen, wet pussy. "I want you to eat my pussy while I give you the blowjob of your life. Remember, moans and groans are all I want to hear. You may cum without permission."

She begins to suck on the tip of my cock, teasing me, as I jerk my body forward. Control your body, Trev. Before I start my feast, I inhale her sweet, musky scent. I moan at her delicious smell and begin to run my tongue along her slit, lapping up all the juices that I can; stroking my tongue in and out of her sweet pussy.

Relishing her taste, devouring her pussy, savoring the smell of her arousal, fucking her with my tongue.

Simultaneously, she's at the same pace taking in the length of my cock in her hot, tight mouth. God, she's a fucking pro. I fucking love it.

My Goddess is amazing.

And when I thought things couldn't get any better, she begins to suck harder on my cock. I may combust any minute now. I've never done this with a woman before, ever.

It feels fucking phenomenal.

I feel my dick hit the back of her throat, and I'm a goner. "I'm going to cum, Goddess." I don't know how I lasted this long without coming. Fuck.

All I hear is, "mhmm," and with that, "Goddess!" I shout, coming so hard in spurts, and so much that I fear she might choke. But, she surprises me by swallowing everything I've unloaded. After I take a few breaths, I dive right back in to eat her pussy, fucking her as fast as I can with my tongue. Her body tenses not too long after, I can feel it as she squeezes her thighs against my face, and she detonates.

"Ah, fuck! Fuck! Yes, yes!" is all she says, and I welcome her juices by opening wide and sucking harder.

She tastes fucking exquisite.

"My God!" She says, and I feel so calm and sated. We didn't even have any penetration, and here I am… so satisfied with my Goddess's admissions. She gives my flaccid dick a kiss then climbs off of me. "One moment," I hear her say, and walk away.

The music is now turned off, and I'm sure the lights are on. She's close again, I can feel her. "I will untie you from the restraints; then you may take off your blindfold once you sit up."

"Yes, Goddess." She carefully takes off my restrains, and I sit up and take off my blindfold. I look to my left, and I'm gazing into the most beautiful blue eyes I thought I'd never see again.

"Anastasia," I say, "my Rose," I continue, and she puts her hand up to silence me.

"Not right now, Trevor. The scene might be over but, we still have aftercare. I'm going to get some cream to rub on you, and then we can get dressed." She pauses, "after we finish aftercare and getting dressed, we can talk then." I nod. She comes back fully clothed with the cream, and she starts to caress my skin, hesitantly. It feels so good. It's an overwhelmingly odd experience to be touched by her like this. We just fucking finished doing a scene, and here is MY Rose, giving me aftercare.

Is this not her first time, too?

She tends to me most tenderly, and I can't help but feel… cherished by her. But, that's just not it. There's something more…

Safe is what I feel.

With her.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Anastasia would be a Domme.

No less, my Domme, tonight.

I must admit, I've never come as hard as I have than with her. Even with Vivian, I've never come this hard, and that's saying something.

Fuck, Vivian. I thought I was going to scene with her tonight; I was mentally preparing myself for it. With everything she was mentioning at the bottom of the staircase; I could have sworn she was going to be my Domme. But, low and behold this beauty… my beauty is my Domme. It must have just been pure coincidence that I ran into Vivian tonight, and I can't lie about how happy I am with her not being my Domme. Don't get me wrong, Vivian is not a lousy Domme, not at all. She taught me about this lifestyle, and I couldn't be more thankful for it. But, our time is and was done already, so trust me when I say how glad the turn of events tonight.

Rose made me cum once, and hard without penetration; it felt close to the feeling of having sex. I don't think this has ever happened to me before. I came with the mindset that my cock would get some action, and it did… just not by what I expected it with. I can't believe she also let me get a taste of her when she came... Fuck, I bet she looked beautiful with my dick down her throat.

I've never felt so sated in my life, even after just one night. She makes me feel that way.

I just got done putting my leather jacket back on when she decides to have a few words with me, finally.

"What made you want to join the lifestyle?" She eyes me curiously as I sit down on the couch, and she sits down on the bed, not too far away from me.

"My past," I blurt out quickly without thinking. Damnit, I don't think I should tell her about how Vivian introduced me to the lifestyle, and how I found vanilla sex nothing like I imagined it would be. "I don't really like to talk much about it," I mention hoping she won't ask me anything else, and I hang my head in shame. In truth, my past did somehow affect the reasons why I'm into the lifestyle, but it's not the whole reason why.

I feel ashamed for basically using my past as my cover.

I feel ashamed for not being completely honest.

There was a time when I felt comfortable telling her everything and anything, and now I don't know why I feel like I have to hide.

"I can hear the shame in your voice. There is no need to feel ashamed of your past, we all have one." She tells me sincerely. "We're older now. You can talk to me… Trevor. You can tell me what you want to share. I can tell you're not telling the whole truth. I am here to take care of you and your needs sexually, but I'm also here for you… not just for that. I'm willing to listen and be here for you… as someone, you can be comfortable talking with. You can trust me."

How'd she know I wasn't telling the whole truth?

She's the sweetest thing.

But, I don't want her to be tainted by my past.

Any of it.

Not by my so-called mother. Not by my abuser. Not by my irresponsible college years. Not by Vivian.

"Why are you a submissive, and not a dominant?"

Fuck, might as well tell her something, so that she's off of my back about this.

"Well, when I was in foster care I always felt like I needed to please people. I guess that followed me all the way up to adulthood. I also have trust issues, and being able to trust someone implicitly makes it easier for me to trust others." I take a deep breath. "In my workplace, I'm the one in charge and command. Sometimes, I just like to relinquish myself from all of that. Let someone else take control and make decisions for me. It makes me feel free, you know? It's absolutely liberating. I don't have to make decisions, I don't have to think, I don't have to worry what will happen next, and I don't have to be afraid." I tell her, and she takes her finger, brings it to my chin, and lifts my head up as I look into her blue orbs.

Gray to ocean blue.

"When I'm speaking to you, I don't want you to look down at the ground. Do you understand?" My eyes widen at her tone. Fuck, she reminds me of Mrs. Pierce. "Don't ever feel afraid to tell me what or why I would never judge you." I nod again. "I understand where you are coming from, and trust me when I say that I will never violate your trust. Your trust is paramount to me, and as your Domme, I hold that in the highest regard." I smile at this. "Don't be afraid; you are safe… with me."

God, I still love her. But, I can't say that now.

"If you agree, I'd like you to be my submissive and mine only," she tells me, and fuck does it sound hot coming from her. "I understand your limits, and I'm sure you've read over mines. If you agree, we can continue this."

She wants me to be hers.

And only hers.

"I'd love that, Goddess," I tell her with a small smile on my face.

We continued our small talk, and I told her more about my life here in Seattle. Immediately after we both took a third look at each others' limits one more time, she left.

I'm hers; I smiled to myself.

I can't believe it.

Why was she in such a hurry? I decided to wait about twenty minutes before I leave the club. I think that's more than enough time for her to make her escape.

Why is she running away from me?

Did she not enjoy herself as much as I?

As I get into my car, I can't help but think about what happened tonight. Who knew I'd run into the girl who captured my heart with her big blue eyes and her melodic voice all those years ago.

I remember telling her I'd hope that someday, we'd meet again.

And it happened.

Is this what people call fate?

As soon as I get home, I take a hot shower. When I'm done, I feel so relaxed; it's as if all the built-up tension and stress has left my body. My mind is at a sense of peace, something I don't think I've ever felt before. I head straight to bed with a smile on my face with hopes of dreams of my blue-eyed Goddess, Anastasia Rose.

The scene we had, the talk we shared, the agreement we made, and her wanting me means more to me than she probably knows.

Because being hers is all I've ever wanted.

It's supposed to be longer, but this seems like a natural break for these two!

Yay, they're back together again ;) I couldn't keep them apart for too long… just some years have passed. No biggie! Hehe.

Reminder: Ana is in control. I know she has a cigarette burn on each of her thighs, but remember, Trevor is bound and blindfolded the whole scene. Therefore, she feels comfortable in the situation because he can't see or touch her scars.

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