Her Submission

Her Submission

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Genre: Romance

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Genre: Romance

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"You have no choice" he laughs, as he locks me inside the hotel room, I can not escape "Please, let me out" I plead once again while I look for other ways to escape, but we are too far up and inside a penthouse suite, my frail heart beats, I am afraid of what he may do, I do not want to be back here again, I do not want him touching me again, a prisoner to his touches while he lies over and over again, for once it was me saying no, " I do not want this anymore, you discarded me, so please do not come back " my voice crackles as tears start to fall and he wipes the tears off with his finger. Yasmin is a fiery independent woman, and currently a lead marketing executive at "Digital Marketing" one of UK's leading Marketing agencies. She has always had everything sorted out, the only thing missing is for Daniel her current boyfriend to make the final step, marriage and then she can breathe, and with Daniel back in town Yasmin is ready to re-invent herself to be the women Daniel wants her to be. But asking for help may come with an ultimate price.

Summary

"You have no choice" he laughs, as he locks me inside the hotel room, I can not escape "Please, let me out" I plead once again while I look for other ways to escape, but we are too far up and inside a penthouse suite, my frail heart beats, I am afraid of what he may do, I do not want to be back here again, I do not want him touching me again, a prisoner to his touches while he lies over and over again, for once it was me saying no, " I do not want this anymore, you discarded me, so please do not come back " my voice crackles as tears start to fall and he wipes the tears off with his finger.

Yasmin is a fiery independent woman, and currently a lead marketing executive at "Digital Marketing" one of UK's leading Marketing agencies.

She has always had everything sorted out, the only thing missing is for Daniel her current boyfriend to make the final step, marriage and then she can breathe, and with Daniel back in town Yasmin is ready to re-invent herself to be the women Daniel wants her to be.

But asking for help may come with an ultimate price.

Chapter1 (v.1) - FIERCE DESIRE

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 16, 2017

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CHAPTER ONE

For a moment I do understand his words"Open your legs" he repeats once again roughly, after tying me to the bed post, and with a silk scarf over my eyes, I have no clue where he is, he could be anywhere in the room, but by how far his voice is I can predict that he is by the night stand, probably highly attentive to my moves, I open them but not too far because they are also currently tied, "Perfect" he says with approval, and my cheeks flush as I know that right now his gaze is between my legs, a movement is made and I am tempted to fight, fear and pleasure engulfed me, this is thrilling" You are so wet" his hand touches my thighs, I gasp, my body wants to beg him to touch me even more, but nothing  is said, and he continues to touch my legs lightly with his fingers, torturing me till tears of joy and pleasure streams out,  the light touching fingers goes up and settles onto my belly only for a few seconds later to finally settle around my neck"I own you, are we clear?"he whispers his power/ownership over my body into my delicate already red ears.

"Open your eyes Yasmin" my mind whispers and they snap open with synchronization and I return to reality, the warm drops of water cascades through my skin, washing away all the little unimportant things, the strawberry soap covers my skin, giving it a sweet scent and I take it in as if it will cease to exist,  I apply the water again to wash the soap away and close the water.

Leaving the bathroom with the towel around my body and cold, my phone buzzes and I look down to see that it is my alarm, so turning it off I grab the french white knickers and apply it on "Cream??" I say to myself, I place the french knickers back down and grab body cream to slowly apply it, the coldness of it shocks my body at first but it smooths my skin, not only do I now smell good but I got smooth skin,  pleased with my progress I apply the french knickers finally and can not be happier with the way it fits me, it had taken me a week to find these knickers because I want to look amazing for my birthday. 

So, minimal makeup today just a little bit of eyeliner and the perfect purple mac lipstick, with a necklace placed around my neck that is classy but cute,  I apply the curlers so I can start to blow dry my hair. 

Looking at myself in the mirror the curlers gives me a goofy look, someone knocks the door and I rush downstairs whilst grabbing my gown in haste, forgetting that I had locked the door" Keys, where are the damn house keys?" the first actually questionable thought of the day, can not even think straight because one of the curlers lands on the floor and can't even pick it up because the keys need to be found, normally it is always placed in a little compartment beside the TV stand, right now everything is occurring at once, today's fucked up morning makes me angry, work was completely chaotic it was the final day of the month and there was little opportunity to have lunch, not even one bite of the homemade chicken soup, the hours went so fast, just to pile every paper  that is searchable, each piece of document was organised by colour because I have no time to look over it today, only at the start of next month because there is going to be a pitch for a business deal, that we are trying to close, and being in charge of this deal means that there is a possibility of becoming partner, so everything needs to be organised or it could all go wrong. 

Hungry and moody and I am so stressed out, the exact reason why nothing is organised at home, magazines everywhere just because there is no time to clean up the mess, going through the bag and pulling out everything unwanted out only to find the keys wrapped around the vibrator I have yet to use " Ah!" I take them out, finally,  no time to be wasted so I rush up to get the final check every woman gets before heading out, less time to even use the vibrator offered at last year's office Christmas party once again, the cute little vibrator has always been tempting but not something that could be used right now and it is thrown back inside the messy bag.

Last year secret Santa had stepped up the game, presenting a cute pink vibrator and hot undergarments, there was this little sense of wonder in the air, as no-one knew the identity of our secret Santa. 

I secretly wonder if the secret Santa has heard my conversation with Sarah one of the girls at reception " My boyfriend hasn't been back over two months" as I complained about my love life " Is he out?" and I explained that Daniel is a linguist professor and sometimes he can be called away, which makes it even more difficult for us to have sex because he has no time to even Skype. 

So the secret Santa must have thought that I need a little bit of a push, to have fun myself even if it is without the boyfriend. 

Tried to use the vibrator many times, of course, horrible moods the best way to use it but no avail, it does transform mood to happy in an hour if it is used again on the same day. 

While the undergarment was never used too, dating someone who is miles away is a torturing and sad, Daniel had to choose South Korea to be called there, he could have just asked to be sent to Paris, there is a Eurostar from King Cross St Pancras to Paris Gare Du Nord and that is two damn hours only.

The man has always been the escaping type, missing family events of mine and even tried to hide it from our friends, obviously, they discovered it so he admitted it. 

"Hello?" the other person at the door shouts out and I rush to open the door, the man on the other side gives me a weird look and says " Nice hair" and I realise that the curlers are still on, embarrassment settles over me and I try to laugh it off " Thanks, can I help you?" I ask and trying to forget this is happening " I have a delivery for a Yasmin" he goes to say.

Delivery? I do not remember so it must be a different person " That is my name yes, but I have not ordered anything" I explain and the guy smiles " Oh, that is fine, someone ordered for you" and he goes off leaving me confused only to come back a second later with a big bouquet of roses, I am speechless and I do not even know what to say " Erhmm, thanks" that is all I can muster as he hands in the roses and it comes with a little card, I place them down by the door.

"Sign here, please" and I sign the little paper to confirm it was delivered and the guy winks and goes " Have a lovely one, do not forget the hair" and rushes off.

So now I am standing here with a dazed feeling, I snap out of it and close the door and grab the roses.

Opening the card "Sorry I can not be there, thinking of you, Daniel" and I almost cry because this happens to be the most romantic thing Daniel has ever done.

I smell the roses and can not help but feel just a little bit better, I shall message him later, going back to fixing the hair and dress trying to avoid more thoughts into that, the curlers are finally out and the hair bouncy and curly and I am satisfied with the outcome,  now with what just occurred there would be nothing more humiliating than leaving the house with smudged lipstick or a stained dress, I look at the bouquet and smile once again, the only final thing I need to do is see if I look good " Not bad Yasmin" the dress is awfully tight but complimented my curves, I turn once again and see that the open back is perfect.

The perfume is sprayed and blocked heels are placed on, this year I am not about to walk down the streets of London with damn heels dangling from the fingers once again, have been there with the girls and not about to go there again, broken my chin once while drunk out.

The house phone goes to voice mail "Yasmin where are you? Can't wait to see you, beep you just received a message from Krystal" the week has been so packed that I have no time for anyone so it is super nice to finally have time off.

But at least one thing in life makes sense having good friends will always be one of the most important things, no more toxic friendship this year and so I grab the glass of champagne that is placed on the bed stand and taking a sip " Here's to being a little bit older, a little wiser, and always sophisticated but slutty" or an extra little bit slutty the words of encouragement helps a bit.

Being independent does not stop us women from being the fierce leaders in bed, instead, there was nothing more enjoyable than seeing Daniel squirm as my eyes pins him during our sexual acts, riding him to orgasm happens to be one of his favourite things, I take another sip recalling a moment" Who's bitch are you?" I once said to him and he replied "Yours" without any hesitation, he is always putty, of course, I love it, I sit down and I realise that although Daniel failed to make me orgasm with his dick, he is a creative genius at fingering and using his tongue that is something my ex-boyfriend was horrible at.

Actually, my ex-boyfriend Nathan was horrible at everything it being fingering, tongue even when we fucked it was horrible but love was the only thing that made our relationship last long, douche bags like him are not to be worried about, the moment he had left for another girl whom he described as " she is not a mind fuck, she is feisty and stubborn" something that had cause a little bit of laughter to bubble over as biting back my tongue become a little difficult. 

Leaving Nathan behind is one of the best life choices that could have been made, during that time being with him could only cause more hurt, you can not force someone who has no affection for you to stay, it took quite a while for a little piece of light to shine, showing that Nathan is nothing than a fraud with his fancy words, tricked and lied but never less classy as standing back and letting nothing else by this man affect the next steps.

Meeting Daniel a blessing in disguise, the security and comfort is nothing short of a relief, yes fairy tales endings are not true those little Disney cookie tales that are filled with Prince Charming's although with today's act I start to think it can be possible, but no with the dream of them whisking you away to their castle to live happily ever is a clear lie, but I had to learn that the hard way, through Celia a women who had once believed in such things, the mother who said " You won't be happy if you don't find yourself a Christian boy, the world is full of assholes like your father" as she packed the suitcase of the man who she once loved, that man was my father who passed away years ago, it still tears my heart at his last words " I still love her, but she never loved me enough to stay" they had a perfect start but a sad ending, my father was never home because of the army and that caused them to drift apart.

The bitterness in my mother's voice is haunting till this day, shaped the relationships I created too and maybe the whole reason why Nathan was able to use fancy words because he is a Christian upbringing and believed in marriage, so it is great that Daniel is not controlling, not bossy, being the decision maker in our relationship is hard, Daniel could be free to do what he likes without the pressure of taking care of anything, that is actually the only mistake in this relationship, there was no time to make Daniel be the seducing man he could be, he knows that he is going to be seduced instead. 

During the time of our first encounter, there were my very own plans, those plans happened to be graduating from a good university with a marketing degree and live independently, dreams can be achieved without someone there.

There is never a rule that is applied regarding what can be done or not, giving reports of whereabouts are never asked either, it is a simple relationship.

" But I can not understand why this man" my mother had once argued about why Daniel is not right, rolling the eyes was not doable at that moment because she staring, "Maybe, I like the fact that he loves my mouth wrapped around his dick?" of course that was not said but thought" He is a great man" the only thing to be said.

Celia hates everything to do with kinky, so being careful with words is always important and there is going to be shots fired on the foot if I do become like her " So Daniel has not popped the question?" this conversation began last week at a family gathering with Krystal, my best friend standing there and knowing that daggers was being thrown silently " No mum he has not popped anything yet" I reply and taking a shot of the wine and she shakes her head with disapproval because of the wine or my response " By the looks of it Krystal will get married firs, yet she is not even dating anyone" this woman is a menace " This is not a competition mum" that finally ends the conversation because my aunt comes in and begins talking about something else.

Yet that has been bothering me, so somehow my mother is right, could that bitter woman actually be right?

So it happens to be quite a shock when once when creeping into my mother's room, I find an Erotica book, the book is hidden under piles of throw-aways, meaning it is supposed to be destroyed but it had been saved. 

The most difficult part was sneaking it out of her room, I was able to steal my first erotica book, a world filled with filthy yet amazing things I had not knowledge about it yet opened up.

So although during the frumpy days according to the guy's at the old secondary school, whom probably still total ass holes, the awkward looking sixteen-year-old girl flipped through the first page of an erotica book and whispered out " Tall, Texan, and Hot" lightly tapping the fingers across the description on the back of the book after reading the title.

Reading out the synopsis " Caroline has it all but loses it when her father comes into debt, she has then got to pay off her father's debt by asking for the help of the person she hates the most Maximum Devonport a sexy cowboy with a heart as cold as ice". 

This woman, in particular, is a virgin and something in common so it opened up the curiosity, even more, glancing at the door and hoping by grace that no one opens the door, maybe it could have been locked but nope, nothing worst than a suspicious Celia.

No one goes around honestly saying " I read erotica" as if it is a causal subject, but the curiosity to explore it further and probably be surprised is exciting so another page flipped, visual thoughts begin as the man is so smooth with his words " You will be mine, this body is mine" and making the heart melt with beautiful words such as " I love you, nothing more than being with you makes me happy".

The writer describes Maximum the hero as the cowboy with a glorious chiselled chest with an arrogant personality and yet there's a charm about him, a man who knows what he wants and that is what it is. 

Although Maximum starts off as an asshole, further down the book he becomes a loving and protective hero.

Sighing at some moments during the reading, it urges a peak where I want more "Oh my" slips out at some point, almost jealous because deep inside there is little cravings and those cravings manifested into desires.

What was it like to submit to a guy? Especially a man experienced as Maximum is? A gentleman outside the room and a beast in bed?

To offer yourself in a way you never expected sounds a bit scary but so thrilling and hot, " Beautiful and so sweet" Maximum said to heroine and she parted her legs to let Maximum taste her.

Doing the same thing, panties are pulled to the side and my quick finger slides in and a gasp escapes, " does that feel good?" Maximum continues and another gasp slips out because the fingers are going fast, imagining him doing all these things is crazy but exciting.

Clear images flash through the mind and shallow breathing starts, this allows the final moment to develop into a mind-blowing orgasm. 

TO BE CONTUNIED......

 


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