Submission by Ella Ardent Read Free Book Online Page B

Unthinkable. Joanna
couldn’t be given to a stranger as a sex toy. But she was bound and she had
signed all of the waivers and contracts. Joanna shuddered as the Countess
caressed her again, seeming to enjoy her agitation.
    Joanna was sure the other woman
was watching her closely and that the driver was, too. She felt herself blush,
but there was nothing she could do to stop the woman’s touch.
    She jumped when the Countess
caressed the hard bud of her clitoris. “I have to warn you that Rafael likes
his women trussed so helpless that they can’t even shiver.”
    “Gagged so tightly that they can’t
even moan,” he added.
    The Countess chuckled.
    Joanna didn’t make another sound.
    She didn’t dare.
    Her heart thundered as the car
accelerated.
     
    ***
     
    Joanna was even more luscious than
Rex recalled.
    He was waiting in the foyer of the
Plume, impatient as he seldom was. It wasn’t the first time that some
journalist had tried to sneak in to reveal the Plume’s secrets to the world at
large. He and Athena had a standardized procedure, taking turns to ditch the
curious. It didn’t usually take much.
    But this time was different.
    Joanna . She wouldn’t remember him, of course, or even
recognize him now as the skinny kid at high school who had gazed after her in
adoration. He’d recognized her instantly, probably because she’d filled his
dreams and starred in his fantasies for twenty years, and had been haunted by
the promise of her arrival ever since.
    And she was coming to him.
    To submit.
    It was a lie, of course, and he
had to do his job to protect the Plume.
    But still. He hadn’t been able to
think about anything else all week.
    Rex’s heart stopped cold when
Athena drove Joanna over the threshold from the private garage, blindfolded
with her hands bound behind her back. The black made her skin look more ivory,
more flawless. The stockings and heels made her look taller. The garter belt
emphasized the narrow span of her waist and made her breasts look more ripe.
Her hair shone as it swung behind her shoulders, so thick and luxuriant that he
wanted to gather it by the fistful.
    She was even more gorgeous than in
the video. He loved the red lipstick. No one could have chosen a morsel more
tempting to him. Her breasts bounced slightly as she walked, enough to fill his
hands without an ounce to spare.
    He had the impression that she was
aroused.
    That was unexpected.
    Impossible.
    But Rex could almost see the red
glisten of her puss, could almost smell its welcoming heat from across the
foyer. The blindfold would have heightened her other senses as well as taking
the edge off her fear.
    Her lips were soft, tempting. So
red.
    Was it just an act? Joanna’s lips
were parted and she kept licking them nervously, giving many glimpses of a
delightful little tongue. Her breath came quickly and she was flushed.
    On fire.
    Which meant that his own erection
instantly became enormous. He loved the innocent slaves, the ones who were
discovering the fullness of pleasure. Most of the applicants at the Plume had
already been enslaved in private homes – they were looking for the next
experience, not an entirely new one.
    But Joanna was a novice.
    An excited novice.
    His favorite kind. Although Rex
had explored all of the erotic possibilities himself, he found it incredibly
exciting to watch another person experience the Plume’s delights for the first
time.
    That it would be Joanna tonight
put him within a whisper of coming in his pants.
    Athena halted Joanna in the middle
of the foyer, grasping both of her shoulders and giving a quiet command. Joanna
stood as bidden and quivered. Deliciously. She was vulnerable, delicate,
aroused. An irresistible combination. That mouth opened and closed, and he
remembered her confession. Rex could imagine her lips locked around him,
sucking him dry. He wanted her to like it as much as he knew he would.
    Members came out of the bar to
have a look and there was an appreciative murmur