Submitting: A Mischief Erotica Collection

The robe hung in his hand for a moment, and then he gave a flick of his wrist and it landed on a straight-backed chair sitting against the wall.

Good, we were getting somewhere. I bit my bottom lip and stepped close, breathing in the warm air that radiated from him. Infused with faded cologne, it seeped into my lungs, and I imagined it coursing around my body, lining my arteries, veins and capillaries with Damian, with everything that he was to me.

‘Keep still,’ I said, reaching for his top button.

Slowly, so slowly, I set it free, and then started on the next one, and then the next.

He was breathing hard; his arms hung at his sides, but his fists were clenched, his shoulders rigid.

‘Relax,’ I said as I tugged the now-open shirt from his waistband. ‘It’s all going to be OK in a moment.’

‘I’m so hard, Mistress.’

‘I know.’ I cupped his groin, feeling the device there. As always, a shot of delight went through me that he’d obeyed, that he’d been in chastity since instructed seven days ago. I didn’t need to worry about what my sexy sub had been up to since then, because he couldn’t get up to anything. ‘And it’s uncomfortable now, isn’t it?’

‘Yes.’ He went to lift his arm but appeared to think better of it and dropped it to his side again.

‘Not long now,’ I said, pulling his shirt from his arms and dropping it on the desk.

God, I loved his chest – wide and coated in dark hair that matched that on his head. His nipples were small and tight, his pecs square and defined.

Unable to resist, I leaned forward and took his left nipple in my mouth. I licked it, sucked it, and then gave a sharp nip.

‘Ahh…’ He shifted a little but didn’t move away.

I looked up at him and grinned as I stroked the pain away with the tips of my fingers.

His eyes were a little glazed now, as though the weight of the world was lifting from his shoulders and all he thought of was me and what I was doing to him.

The belt he wore had a thick silver buckle. I released it and then set to work on his fly.

He moaned, a rumbling sound that started in his chest and vibrated upwards. If the anticipatory prelude to sex had to be described as a noise, that guttural groan would be it.

I carefully pushed his suit trousers to his thighs, taking the time to stroke his buttocks and the sides of his hips.

‘Shoes,’ I said, nodding downwards.

He toed off his shoes and then bent and removed his socks. His trousers slipped further, and he kicked them aside.

‘Shall we let the beast loose?’ I asked.

‘Yes, Mistress.’ He nodded.

I smiled. What was the point in waiting any longer? We’d waited long enough.

I turned and sashayed to the table to retrieve the key from my jacket pocket. ‘Lose the boxers, sub,’ I threw over my shoulder.

After retrieving the key, I turned with it held high.

I caught my breath; the sight of Damian naked except for the glistening silver chastity around his penis was like a shove in the chest. It got me every time, the beauty of him, not just on the outside but on the inside too. How he was so eager to obey, please me, wear ‘that’ while at work.

He’s the one.

Through pursed lips, I blew out a breath and then set my shoulders back. I couldn’t let him see how much he affected my emotions. This was about sex – that’s what we’d agreed when we’d started this game over a year ago. Sex. Mistress. Sub. Pleasure. Pain.

Nothing more.

Or was it?

I walked over to him, key still held aloft. What would it be like to hand over sexual happiness to another? To be controlled, tied down, spanked, told when to come?

It wasn’t something I’d ever done. Not that I was the sort of woman to say never…but…

What would it be like if Damian had power over me? All that brawn and roped muscle, his hungry cock demanding whatever it wanted then taking it.

A shudder of desire shivered over my skin. I was getting wet, my nipples poking at the unforgiving tightness of my corset.

His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. I imagined the anticipation, the desperation surging through him.

I walked a little slower.

He must have sensed this.

‘Please,’ he said.

He reminded me of a begging defendant, someone pleading for mercy.

‘It’s OK.’ I stroked the cool metal, following the downward curve with the tip of my finger. ‘It’s time.’

Carefully, I held the tiny lock at the side, and then inserted the small key. One click and it was open.

He sighed, his breath shifting my hair. It was clearly a relief, right to the marrow of his bones, that he couldn’t contain.

I smiled and opened the chastity, revealing his cock. He could shower and pee with it on perfectly fine. Sleeping on his stomach might prove uncomfortable, and getting a hard-on downright painful. But it was possible to live with it quite easily.

His erection surged free. Long and thick, it pointed upwards, the slit wide and dark. He had one long vein running up the left-hand side that forked near the tip. I touched it, very gently, imagining I could feel his pulse.

‘I need you…Mistress,’ he said, his voice gravelly and far removed from the poised tone he used when addressing the court.

‘I know you do.’ I reached up and released my hair, allowing it to flow over my shoulders and down my back.

‘Do you know how much?’ he asked, his voice harsher than before, stronger, louder and more belligerent.

I widened my eyes and then gripped his cock, a good strong hold right at the base. ‘I think I can tell. And don’t forget to call me Mistress.’

‘Oh, fuck,’ he muttered. ‘Heaven help me…Mistress.’

CHAPTER TWO (#uf02deba2-2674-5663-b4e1-4e69964bd289)