Chapter Thirteen

Submission

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He lowered his head again, crushing me in a passionate kiss. His one hand in my hair, his other moved to scratch down my side, going down, and grabbing my rear painfully. He released me and took a step back. I was panting, barely able to stand. My wrists were aching and my head was spinning. My knees wobbled as I tried to keep my composure. He stood in front of me, pleased, his hard member standing proudly. He was still wearing his clothing.

"Undress, sir… please…"

My begging made him smirk, as he walked closer to me again. He grabbed my forearm and pushed me on the bed roughly. My upper half was leaning over the comforter with my hands tied at my back, but my legs were on the cold tiles of the floor. Vegeta moved slowly towards me, letting his pants fall to the floor. My head snapped to the side in dire need of seeing him. He walked out of his pants and removed his shoes and socks. I could finally see he was not wearing any underwear. My core began to throb, but all I could do was wait. He leaned over me, rubbing his stiff member in between my butt cheeks. I moaned softly. Vegeta grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, lowering himself, while still rubbing his dick on my ass.

"Fuck, such a ripe ass you have… What should I do with it, huh?"

I could feel his hand gripping at my butt painfully again and squeezing his digits and nails in. I groaned loudly, not caring if he could hear me clear as day. I knew I was going to have bruises from all of this later.

"Hmm… loud again…?"

He chuckled. He moved his fingers closer to my wet core, still painfully gripping at my hair. My breathing became frantic at the mere thought of what those magical fingers could do to me. Vegeta pulled my thighs apart, moving laced fabric of my panties aside, and placing two digits at my wet bundle of nerves, softly rubbing. I buckled up, straining my back, a gasp caught up in my throat as Vegeta's hand pulled sharply at my hair again.

"Stop moving or I will have to restrain you again."

He warned, breathing hotly in my ear; his cock still rocking back and forth between my butt cheeks.

"I like it when you have no hair there…"

He whispered quietly as his fingers ran up and down my shaved skin down there. He stopped his ministrations, as he could hear my breathing becoming more rapid.

"Would my little whore want this cock inside of her?"

He asked while biting at her earlobe softly.

"Y-Yes, s-sir…"

I stuttered; his hand let go of my hair, and he pulled back. He looked at me, lying there, wet and wanting.

"You are mine. I own you."

He said, while slapping my already red and swollen ass. I whimpered loudly.

"Say you are mine!"

He slapped me again, this time on the other one. I breathed harshly.

"I-I'm yours…"

"I can't hear you!"

He then viciously tugged at the strings of my panties.

"AHHHH, I'M YOURS!"

"Good, you better remember it, my pretty, little doll-face."

He snarled as he tugged at my underwear again, tearing it in the process. He roughly pulled my hips up, spreading my legs apart.

"You will enjoy this, as much as I will."

He said while sliding into my wet core. I gasped in shock. His huge member overwhelmed me, but I loved the feeling. I hated him, but I loved it all too much. I was more than ready to welcome him. I was, sadly, craving him. Vegeta moved in as deeply as he could; his hands on my hips, as he moved slowly in and out of me.

"Damn you, woman… s-so tight…"

He groaned, and in response he could hear me moan loudly. I was getting turned on so much, too much; just the thought of him being sexually aroused by me was almost enough to make me explode.

Fuck, why?

He pushed in and out, slowly, torturously. I was breathing heavily, sweat forming on my forehead. Suddenly, the room was too hot for me; my tied hands on my back, aching to be released; it was all too overwhelming. He slapped my red butt cheek with a palm of his hand, and ran his nails on it, scratching softly. I groaned and rested my head on the comforter, my whole body was moving in the slow rhythm of his thrusts. He would not have me resting. His hand shot out and grabbed my hair, pulling it roughly. I squeaked at the sudden movement. I gritted my teeth, and made a strong attempt to make no more noise. He kept on thrusting into me, pulling at my hair.

"You dirty, little slut… I will have you whenever I want… however I want…"

The feeling of pure pleasure radiating from my core at the feeling of his friction and his words was almost too much for me. I could feel my walls tightening and so did he. He pulled out of me.

"You will not cum until I say you can."

He said in his husky voice, while getting up and leaving me aroused on the bed and tiles. I turned my head to look at him. He was still wearing his dress shirt. He slowly walked around the bed, while unbuttoning his last garment. He removed it slowly. He wasn't paying any attention to me, bound on the bed, as he neatly placed his shirt on the same chair his jacket was resting on. My eyes rested on his perfectly chiseled chest and arms. I roamed his toned pectorals and tough abs; I yearned to touch him, to lick him, to do everything to him.

"Nnngh…"

I tried speaking; only to find that the only sounds that would come out would me muffled sounding moans. He came up to me, slowly, dangerously. Shivers ran down my spine, as he looked at me with his unfathomable eyes. He stopped behind me, bent over and undid my metal cuffs. I moved my hands at the newly regained freedom. I shifted my palms underneath my body and pulled myself up on the bed. He looked at me while I slowly turned around to face him. My round backside placed at the edge the bed, as I locked my hazy eyes with his. He beckoned me with his finger and I stood up, slowly stepping closer to him.

"Get down."

He instructed abruptly and I kneeled in front of him, on my heels; my head at the level with his straining member. My knees were killing me, but I ignored it for I didn't want to get into any kind of trouble.

"Stroke it."

I encircled his shaft with my nimble fingers and slowly began to move my hands up and down his whole length. I continued my ministrations, turning my hands around to increase his pleasure. I shifted my eyes to look at him, when I was rewarded with a soft moan. He was watching me, his eyelids heavy and his lips parted. I retreated my gaze back to his shaft to see a bit of pre-cum making its way out of his tip. I moved closer, mesmerized, wanting to lick it off. I wanted to please him as much as possible. He stopped me by placing his palm on my head.

"Don't you dare put it in your mouth, unless I allow it…"

He groaned loudly, dark tinted evil luring in his voice.

"Look at me, slut."

My eyes shot back to his face. I continued to stroke his hot member, my lips parted, my eyes focused on his; his right hand softly brushing through my delicate hair.

"Your place is on your knees, remember that, woman."

He breathed out huskily.

"Do you understand that?"

The question overwhelmed me; I didn't dare remove my gaze from his handsome face.

"Yes, sir…"

I replied quietly while maintaining eye contact. One of my hands went down to massage his sack, while my other hand continued to stroke his incredibly hard member. I licked my lips, and bit on my lower one. His eyes shot to my mouth and he furrowed his eyebrows. He was breathing heavily as he spoke.

"You may suck it now."

I lowered my eyes to his shaft and moved my mouth to encircle his wet tip. I was rewarded with a soft groan. I continued down, taking him fully in my mouth. I could feel his hand leaving my head to rest by his side. He was standing straight, with his feet slightly apart, his head tilted to the back as he breathed irregularly. I sucked on him, massaging his veins with my tongue, my eyes closed as I tried my best to enjoy the best of his salty taste. I retreated and licked the slit at the end of his shaft. His head slowly straightened as he looked down on me. My eyes went to meet his, as I slowly began to take him in my mouth again. I went deeper and took as much of him as I could, his tip nearing my throat. I continued to move my plum and wet mouth around his dick, faster and faster; my eyes on him, never leaving, enjoying this small power I had over him at this moment. The man grunted and groaned as I continued to suck on him. He made no move to touch me. He enjoyed the view immensely; his dick disappearing into my mouth, my eyes looking up submissively at him. He grunted again, as his hand grabbed my hair and pulled me roughly away, slapping my face with his free palm. I let out a soft yell from the unexpected slap, cum and saliva dripping from my open mouth as I looked up at him, my cheek was burning hot red.

"Get on the bed."

He commanded, while walking to the table of 'toys'. I crawled back to the sheets and slowly lifted myself up, nervously and weakly. I could feel the intense wetness in between my thighs. I turned around in time to see him approaching me with a few items in his hands. I looked at the leather cuffs with metal rings and a piece of silky cloth. My eyes shot back to his face and I waited nervously. He smirked down on me, as he slowly began to clasp the cuffs on each of my wrists.

"Lie down."

I moved up to the head of the bed and lied on my back. He grabbed one of my hands and hooked the cuff to the chain that was already attached to the head of the bed. He repeated the same process with my other hand.

"Now…"

He pulled the piece of cloth out.

"I don't want you to see what I will do to you…"

He smiled seductively, and I thought I was going to cry. I wanted to see him; I wanted to watch his face as he fucked me senseless. He was going to rob me of that. He was my Master, my owner and that was his will, I didn't want to complain, but I let a soft whimper. Vegeta tied the piece of fabric around my eyes, successfully blocking my view. I couldn't see him, but I could feel shifting on the bed, as he climbed on it. He went to my bent legs and kneeled in front of me, looking at my bound body. My lips parted and dry, my breasts were still covered by my lacy bra, moving up and down as I breathed deeply. He positioned himself between my legs. He leaned over, and pulled at my bra.

"I don't think you need this."

Slowly, he increased his strength; fabrics of the underwear straining over my skin, making me moan. He let go. His skillful fingers made their way to the clasp at the front of the bra. He undid it and let the piece of undergarment fall to my sides. He looked at my heaving breasts. My nipples already perked. He traced his fingers over my soft skin and leaned down. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked, he was rewarded with a gasp. He licked and played with my nipple, until he could hear my low moans. He bit on hardened flesh and retreated pulling on it softly. I whimpered and moved my head to the side. He let go of my bruised flesh just as his other hand went to play with other nipple, pinching it. Slowly, he retreated his hand from my breast, his digits scratching at my skin, going down to my thighs. His one hand grabbed a pillow lying nearby and tugged it underneath my pelvis, while willing me to move my hips up. He grabbed my legs at the back of my knees and pulled them up and closer to my body, allowing him better access of my wet core. He lowered himself into me. I moaned at the feeling of him entering me, stretching me to his size. He shifted himself and placed my soft calves on his shoulders, while simultaneously thrusting into me at greater speed. My moans became louder and my back arched wanting him to go deeper and faster. I was becoming so aroused, it disgusted me. I was becoming such a whore!

"Yes, moan for me, my woman…!"

He breathed and I obliged; my voice full of lust. He fucked me fast and rough; his hard movements rocking the whole bed; his grunts and my moans loud in the dark bed chamber. His right hand shot out and grabbed me around my neck, pressing the metal collar deeper into my skin, choking me. He deeply asked me,

"You like me fucking you?"

"Y-Yes, sir…!"

I couldn't restrain my cry.

"Good… You are my little slut, my little slave… my little mate… You're mine…!"

He breathed as he lowered himself closer to me, licking my cheek. I could clearly hear his rasped breathing and it turned me on even more.

"I love it when you are so wet for me, my pretty, little whore!"

He growled, while picking up his speed. My moans and yells coming out raspy as his hand were still clenched around my throat. He let me go finally and moved his hand to my calf. He traced his calloused fingers over my silky skin; his hips moving with uncontrollable speed; his dick disappearing into my wet entrance, slamming at my sweet spot with every rough move. Soft touch of his finger tips was almost feathery. Vegeta grabbed my calf and squeezed his nails in my skin, making me yell out in pleasurable pain. Slowly, he turned his head and started licking and sucking at my skin. Kissing it and finally biting. His other hand was scratching my thigh in a circular motion. I was high on pain and pleasure. I knew I would not be able to keep up this pace for much longer. I was too close to my release. I couldn't see him doing unspeakable things to me, but I could feel him and I heard him and that was enough to make me cum! Vegeta sucked on my skin some more, finally releasing my bruised flesh, as he heard me ask in almost a whisper,

"C-Can…aaah… I cum… nnghh… n-now, sir..?"

I breathed heavily. He smirked at me, feeling my release getting closer.

"Yes, you may…"

He spoke, while looking at the beauty beneath him. He thought that my face was a prize to truly behold. I was shining like a star to him.

"Cum for me… my little slut… my little slave… Cum…!"

He whispered huskily, getting louder at the last word he spoke, making me see stars. I couldn't hold it any longer, and I wouldn't. Vegeta let me come, and I shuddered at his voice. I could feel my walls tightening, my desire overflowing, as bolts of electricity ran down from my core to my legs. I shivered in release, moaning loudly. My back arched up and I found my heaven. I could feel his movement increase, his grunts becoming louder. He felt spasms of my inner walls around his wide shaft and he sensed his release coming. With a few final thrusts, he spilled his seed deep into my warmth and shuddered at the intense feeling.

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"You have certainly been a good girl…"

He rasped as sometime passed; both of us still heavily breathing after several minutes of not moving. He removed himself from me and stepped off the bed. He looked at my sweat glistened body lying on the bed in front of him. I was trying so hard to catch my breath still, his cum dripping from between my legs onto the sheets. My hands bound and my eyes covered with a piece of fabric. I looked beautiful in his eyes. He came closer to me and kissed me softly on my cheek. His hands worked on the bindings, releasing me. He uncovered my eyes with a free hand and I looked up at him. I smiled slightly. I leaned up to him and kissed him lightly on his lips.

"Why don't you go have a shower and get cleaned up for dinner, all right?"

He asked me huskily. He loved our little sex times together; he enjoyed our fun and intimacy immensely. It was our little world of dominance and submission. In a way, I liked it, too, but I still didn't want to.

"O-Okay…"

I weakly said as he helped me off the bed and led me to the bathroom with his arm wrapped around me, holding me up.

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When I emerged from the shower and the bathroom, there was a single white rose lying on top of my now-folded dress on top of the bed. Vegeta was sitting in his chair in the center of the room, redressed and ready to go. I smiled at him, dropping the towel from around me. His eyes focused on me, raising one eyebrow precariously. He flashed his teeth at me in a devilish grin and slowly stood.

"My senses tell me that… you're not 'finished' yet… You naughty, naughty girl…"

I giggled shyly at him. He was so strong, demanding and fierce; I couldn't help myself. I slowly walked towards him, glancing over at the rose on the bed. Vegeta noticed where I was looking and smiled sincerely at me. He walked over to the bed and picked up the rose ever so precariously. He stepped towards me with it between his fingers and gently brought it up near my face.

"This… is for you… my dear…"

I blushed and took a gentle hold of it and slowly brought it up to near my nose, inhaling the lovely scent of it.

"Thank you… my Prince…"

He grinned mischievously, but still trying to be as 'gentlemen-ly' as possible. He placed and hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a very passionate kiss. My hands, still holding the rose felt down his designer suit jacket and he gently backed off. He undid the redone-up buttons and let the jacket fall from his shoulders to the floor. It was official; I was completely insane, but… I didn't mind. If anything, I embraced it.

"Well… I think we know where this is leading…"

I giggled and blushed, looking down and then back up to him.

"Yes, I believe I do… my handsome Prince…"

He chuckled and began to slowly approach me again.

Well, at least dinner isn't for another two hours or so…