Serving Mr. Serrano

Submission Is A Gift

"So this is what you do when you're not trying to take over the world."

I turned around, graced Eden with a ghost of a smile before returning my attention to the gorgeous machine in front of me. She came to a stop beside me, hand shielding her eyes from the glare of the autumn sun.

I'd received a call from Menga, telling me that the plane they'd commissioned for me was officially done. It had been delivered to my private airfield just this morning and I'd driven out with Ben to take a look. I was happier than I should be, considering the gigantic risks I was about to take, but it didn't matter.

Even I was allowed a few hours of happiness.

"You look different. Less formal than usual," Eden remarked.

I glanced her way to find her examining my outfit with a furrowed brow, her lips twisted to the side. I held my arms out to my sides, letting her gaze sweep over me critically through the dark lens of her vintage cat-eye sunglasses.

Yes, I had dressed down today.

Instead of the tailored three-piece suit I always wore, I'd opted for a pair of slim-fit trousers, a button-down formal shirt and my most comfortable suede chukka boots - all black, naturally.

"I don't think I've ever seen you without a tie," she said.

"Of course you have."

She smirked, her eyes darting down to my lips briefly before she met my gaze once more. The air between us sizzled with intent, and she leaned in just enough for me to catch her rosewater scent.

"Like I could forget," she said, adjusting the strap of her backpack on her shoulder. She turns to the plane once more, and the moment is gone.

I take the opportunity to skim her outfit, noting the pink oversized t-shirt with the zombie laptop on the front. Her hair is braided down into extra-long cornrows that reach all the way down to her ass. My hand itches with the urge to wrap around those braids and jerk her head back-

"What exactly is this place?"

I reprimanded myself and returned my attention to the plane.

"Private airfield. It houses all of my jets, helicopters, and a few cars I'd rather keep off the roads."

She looked around, then took several steps forward when my G650ER slowly made its way toward us.

"This is really impressive."

"Thank you. It was a birthday gift."

I hesitated for a second, glancing over at Eden where she's staring at the aircraft as if it were a marvel. Sharing a glance with the pilot, I nodded towards Eden and he gave me a thumbs up before disappearing into the hangar.

"You said you needed to see me?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I wanted to give you this in person."

She shrugged her bag off her shoulder and reached in to pull out the leather-bound stack, holding it out for me to take. I keep my eyes on her, hoping her facial expression will give her away. But the sunglasses on her face keep her emotions and thoughts well hidden from me.

So I have to ask, "And what decision did you come to?"

"I wouldn't have come all the way across town to turn you down, Dominic. I could've sent an email. Or a text."

At that, I finally flipped open the stack to the last page. And there, her signature scribbled with a smooth, legible cursive above today's date.

"Took you a week to decide?"

"Yeah, considering how I'll be bound in servitude to you for the next six months, I figured I had to think about this rationally. My decisions are usually very impulsive, but I owe it to both of us to do this right."

I nodded, handing the contract over to Ben. He took a second to nod a greeting at Eden, and then disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

"Thank you."

"Mm-hm," she said, peeking over the frame of her glasses. "Do not make me regret this. You said you'd make this the best six months of my life."

At that, I pointed at the Gulfstream.

"Why don't I start now?"

"Yeah?"

"Yes. We'll start with a grand tour of the plane, and if you're lucky, I might even let you stay for dinner. Paolo is making his famous roasted lamb chops."

A smile teased the corners of her lips upwards, and she c****d her head sideways in thought.

"That sounds amazing," she admitted. "Of course, it begs the question of how you intend to finish."

"Oh, I could think of a couple grand finales."

She returned my grin with a salacious one of her own, her excitement evident even through the Ray-Ban lens.

"What do you say, pet?" I asked, holding out my hand, an eyebrow arched in challenge.

She slipped her hand into mine, albeit with some guarded apprehension.

"If your plane does a nosedive into the Atlantic ocean, I swear to my ancestors that I'll find you in hell and kill you all over again."

I chuckled, leading her towards the plane with the hand I've placed on the small of her bare back. She's hot to the touch, and that wave of warmth I always felt made my insides burn, roused my demons.

Not now.

But that only fuelled everything, and it didn't help that I was about to be alone with her in an enclosed space for hours on end. I nearly groaned when we started up the stairs, her hips swaying side-to-side and her ass bouncing temptingly within reach.

"Oh, s**t. This is f*****g amazing."

The interior was exactly as I'd asked for, with dark greys, blacks and whites. The seats themselves were white with black detailing, the carpet a warm, dark grey. The layout allows for four living areas - a fully-equipped galley with a microwave, an oven and storage spaces.

The "living area" consists of two forward-facing chairs, a long couch that faces a large television and four seats near the back - all of which have footrests and can recline.

The fold-up tables are stored at the side of the plane, and can be joined together to form a dining table come meal time. The bathroom had been modified to include a shower at my request, as well as a small changing room, in case I didn't have time to make it to a hotel.

The white leather contrasts beautifully with the wooden furnishings in the main cabin, and the mirror on the ceiling is a nice touch I never would have thought to add. There are two bedrooms, one master suite with an impressive shower in the bedroom, and a smaller guest bedroom.

"Wow, this is gorgeous."

"Thank you," I replied, pushing my hands in my pockets, pleased by her excitement.

"Sit. I'll bring you something to drink."

"Not bourbon, please," she begged, placing her backpack on the floor.

"Champagne?"

She pauses in contemplation, then nodded slowly, her eyes glimmering with earnest anticipation. I leave her to open a bottle of champagne, removing a flute from the cabinets above. I handed the bottle to Karen, who appeared from the cockpit with her signature smile.

"Please keep this chilled. And let Stephen know I'm ready when he is."

She nodded, chilling first the bottle before climbing down the stairs to speak to the pilot, leaving me and Eden alone.

"Where's your drink?"

"Later. I still need to fly a plane."

"Wait, what?" Her glass forgotten in her hand, Eden shifted forward to regard me with a serious expression. "You can fly planes? When did you learn to fly planes?"

"I got my licence a couple of years ago. This is actually what I wanted to do with my life, but when my father died… Well. My plans changed."

She watched me closely, I think trying to figure out what to say to me at that moment. But she was saved from having to reply when Karen and Stephen stepped into the living area. I introduced them both to Eden, who stands to shake both their hands and smiles warmly.

"Stephen?"

"The plane is ready for takeoff, sir."

We followed Stephen into the cockpit where Eden sat down in the co-pilot's seat. I took my seat, watching her out of the corner of my eye in amusement as she tried and failed to fasten her belt. She groaned in frustration, then stuck the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in concentration.

Fighting back a smile, I stood from my seat to help her.

"Here."

I reached for the belt, leaning in so close that I could hear every sharp intake of breath and quickened exhale. Our eyes locked just as the belt clicked into place, my fingers brushing the top of her thighs. Her lips parted, drawing my gaze lower and hardening the blooming erection in my pants.

"If we weren't about to take off…"

"You'd drag me into the bedroom and f**k me until I couldn't walk straight?" she whispered, as if hoping I would do just that.

I was about to unbuckle her seatbelt and cancel the flight plan when the pilot came in to check that everything was in fact running smoothly. I cursed inwardly at the interruption and pulled away from Eden. I resumed my seat and lifted the headsets, putting them on.

After a few minutes of preparation, the engine whirred and Eden looked over at me with unmitigated joy. She had her phone in her hand, recording every second of the process as if filming a TV show.

"I had better not see this on social media," I warned.

But she said nothing, holding her thumb out in approval. I shook my head, and refocused my efforts on flying instead. With the plane now on the runway, I adjusted the throttle lever and took hold of the yoke.

My heart pounded with adrenaline, excitement and elation with each metre the plane covered. It had been so long since I'd been in the cockpit, flying like I was about to now.

"If I didn't want to f**k you already, then I definitely would now."

The nose dipped upwards, the plane lifting into the air with a satisfying whoosh that drowned out my chuckle. But I could hear Eden squealing in her seat, caught her eyes widening in her face as we flew off the tarmac.

Only when the plane was in the air did she dare lean towards the window in awe, taking in the magnificent view of Nito from below. She was so lost in the moment that she even forgot to record, even forgot that I was sitting there beside her.

Until I said, "Happy?"

"Yes. I might just be the happiest I've ever been in my life," she confessed, turning to look at me.

She held up a small hand, and I noticed that it was trembling steadily.

"Look at this s**t! I'm that excited!"

Before I could respond, she whirled back to the window and stared out, her nose pressed to the glass. I couldn't help grinning at her childlike exuberance, and in that moment, I was glad that I'd brought her with me. I didn't realise it until that moment, but her presence alone had calmed me.

And later, after we'd landed back on the ground, Eden and I sat for dinner in the living room, fold-out tables combined to form a dining table. Our places had been set, along with all the cutlery we'd need for the three-course dinner. I listened to Eden gush and exclaim about the view while we sat waiting for Paolo to bring the first course.

"I always hear people talk about how scary flying is, but it was amazing."

I refilled her wine, even though she'd barely had any, and then did the same with my glass. I set the Romanee-Conti on the table and pushed it aside gently as Paolo presented the first course - a small platter of lamb meatballs with Epoisses sauce.

"This is a nice wine."

"Better than your Bordeaux?"

She narrowed her eyes at me, as if I'd just reminded her of something.

"Oh, yeah. You need to stop that. As much as I love waking up to the knowledge that you're always watching, I want that to stop."

"Alright."

"And the army of guards-"

"They are there to protect you. And while we're on that note, I think it would be best if you had a personal driver to take you to and from the Weston."

She picked up one of the meatballs and ate it, her eyes rolling back in her head with a soft moan. I watched her eat, enjoying the genuine reaction. I often went out with women who barely or refused to eat, assuming that I preferred thinner women. And honestly, I didn't have a preference. I just went for whoever looked good to me at the time.

But I will admit that I liked how Eden ate, how she enjoyed each meal like it was her last, savouring every taste. She took another meatball, stared curiously at it before she slid it into her mouth.

"Now I'm glad that you actually invited me to dinner, because wow. Aren't you going to have any?"

And so I did.

"You've never been on a plane before?" I asked, eating another meatball.

She shook her head, smiled politely before speaking.

"Helicopter, yes. But never a plane. My friends and I talk about flying somewhere, but we can never agree on where to go."

"Where would you go?"

"Cape Town," she said without hesitation. "My mother's from there, and she always talks about how she grew up. She used to tell me all these stories about the people, the food, the music and how she used to dance until the sun came up. I guess I'm curious, you know? Have you ever been?"

I filed away that information, happy that she felt comfortable enough to share it with me at all. But then a little voice reminded me that she could've told that story a hundred times to scores of men before me.

It shouldn't bother me, but for some reason, it did.

"Yes, but I've only been to Port Elizabeth once, a few years ago."

We moved on to the sirloin steaks with rosemary fries cheat's Bearnaise, which she cuts into small pieces so she can eat with one hand and drink with the other.

"Business trip?"

I grinned. "In a manner of speaking."

We continued to eat, chatting about travel and I shared with her the details of some of the cities I'd been to. She listened intently, and asked just enough questions to keep the conversation focused entirely on me. Which was an impressive achievement, because I hated talking about myself. She admits, almost shyly, that steak is her favourite and that this is the best she's ever had in her life.

"Dessert, monsieur?

I glanced at Eden who nodded, her gaze darting between me and Paolo.

"Yes, please."

My chef brightens at her enthusiasm, and he actually asks her what she would like to eat. Which he never, ever does with me.

"Definitely chocolate cake, please."

And by the time we dig into the dessert, I've revealed about as much of myself as I had to anyone outside my family. With large cups of coffee on the table, we quietly picked at the cake, neither of us eager to fill the growing silence. But it was a comfortable quiet, like we'd shared meals like this a hundred times before.

Except…

I was entirely too aware of how close we were sitting to one another, of how she was throwing expectant glances my way with each bite of cake she lifted to her mouth. I couldn't help but notice each breath she took, every subtle shift of her body in the chair and any time her tongue licked at her lips. But when she moaned at the taste of caramel in her mouth, my already extended patience snapped like a rubber band stretched between two hands.

My spoon clinked deafeningly against the plate, bouncing off the crockery to land on the stark white cotton of the tablecloth. The silence that followed is almost louder than the scream of cutlery against the porcelain, and Eden tenses up, holding her breath as my eyes travel upwards to meet hers.

"I take it from the way your jaw is clenched that you're about a second away from completely losing your shit."

In response to her statement, I pushed the cake and everything on the table off with a wide sweep of my arm. Dishes broke, cutlery clanging against the carpet just as she rose from her seat.

My hand closed around a portion of her hair, yanking her against me and closing the distance between us with equal parts pain and ecstasy. I deepened the kiss, allowing myself to drown in the warmth of her mouth, the softness of her curves. She moaned, arching into me desperately, her hands yanking my shirt out from the waistband of my pants. One hand trailed up my abs, my tattooed pectoral muscles and the other unbuckled my belt with a quick fumble of her fingers.

She grabbed my c**k, her hand wrapped around the length with a tight squeeze that nearly made me come right then. I pulled back, holding her there so I could just… look at her.

"You are gorgeous."

She shivered under my glare, and then lifted the hem of her shirt, thumbs curling around the waistband of her panties and lowering them until they fell around her ankles. Then she spread her legs, putting each foot on the seat of the chairs on either side of us.

The feel of her fingers on my c**k again snapped me out of my stupor, and I dropped my hands to her waist, propping her on the edge of the table. I pushed her back gently, silently ordering her to lie down.

I circled an impatient hand around her ankles, lifting her leg and placing it on my shoulder. I did the same with the other, letting my hands stroke down the length of her legs as I sank to my knees.

All it takes to get her to the edge is the consistent lapping of my tongue and a deep thrust of my fingers into her tight walls. My shoulders keep her legs open, mouth sucking on her engorged c**t like crazy.

All it takes for her to come is the not-so-gentle clamp of my teeth on her c**t. Eden explodes like a firecracker as I feasted, adding to the symphony of sinful noises with her satiated screams. She sits up, her face scrunched up in pain even as her body trembles with absolute bliss.

"f**k, Dominic," she screamed, throwing her head back.

I growled in response, doubting my efforts and pushing her to the edge of another orgasm even as she bucks and struggles, complaining that her c**t was too sensitive…

So I settled for licking at the crease where her p***y met her thighs. I sucked at her skin, marking her like I had done before. And when she's moaning into the silence again, I return my fingers, my mouth and my tongue to her p***y.

This time, when she comes, she closes her thighs around my head and squeezes. She doesn't scream, or moan or breathe. At first I thought she passed out, so I removed my fingers from her p***y and pulled my drenched mouth off her c**t.

But then, "Don't stop. Please, please. Please."

Her fingers fist in my hair, pulling me back between her legs. I allow it, mostly because of the painful, nasty things I had planned for her this evening. So I let her hold me against her p***y as she rode my face in a fevered frenzy.

Finally, she collapsed against the table in a mass of limbs, releasing me. I stood up, wiping the lower half of my face with the back of my hand. It does nothing to dry my beard, but I don't care.

My hand closed around her wrist, pulling her up. She moaned in protest, her eyes blinking open to look at me. She sighed, lowering her eyes to my lips.

"What?" I asked, brushing my lips against hers. "Do you want to taste your p***y on my lips, pet?"

She nodded, whimpering and leaning forward.

I circled her waist, drawing her closer. My c**k pressed against her open slit, throbbing with need. I bite down on her lip, pulling at it with my teeth until she's close enough for me to kiss her.

There's no point easing into it, no point pretending that this kiss is meant as any kind of romantic gesture.

It's meant to dominate, to reassert my control over her, and remind her to do as she is told.

To obey my commands.

To suck and ride and f**k my c**k when I demand it.

She parts her lips in response and I force my tongue into her mouth, coaxing hers out so I could bite and suck on it. She moans, bending to my demands and grinding against my erection as her own need, her own selfish desires, stir her blood and set her body on fire. She grabs at my hair, my jaw, cupping my face in an attempt to get more of me than what I was giving her.

And I wanted more too.

Needed it.

The attraction between us had begun as a basic need to f**k each other's brains out, but things had evolved from that now.

We share an intimacy now.

Dark.

Twisted.

Immoral.

It was almost easy to forget that she was just for hire. That she wasn't entirely mine to keep.

Again, it shouldn't bother me.

But it did.

Although, while I f****d her on the dining table of my new plane, her ankles balanced on my shoulders, it didn't matter as much as I thought it would. Especially when she comes three more times around my c**k, her screams echoing in the otherwise silent hangar while I landed strike after strike on her plump ass.

Later, after we flew to the Weston by helicopter, I bathed and dried her before laying her down on the bed. I rubbed aloe ointment into her skin and listened to her soft moans.

This wasn't something I did often, because I rarely had the opportunity to inflict the amount of pain Eden had taken today. Even though I knew her tolerance was remarkably high, it still surprised me how much abuse she was able to endure just to satiate my lust and fulfil my darkest fantasies.

I had been particularly hard on her today, and I felt a tinge of guilt when I saw the deep welts I'd made on her golden flesh with the hard leather of my belt. But she had known I'd be brutal in my punishments today, especially in light of her indiscretions.

Baiting and provoking me, fuelling the jealous rage she knew lay dormant inside me in order to bring out the sadistic f**k she knew I really was.

And unlike everyone else, who cowered in crippling fear or pissed themselves wet at the sight of my unveiling, she welcomed me with open arms.

And open legs.

Yes, there was fear there and I knew for a fact she was still worried I might push too hard or squeeze too tight, but she also trusted me not to break her entirely. Though that trust was a bit undeserved on my part.

Eden let out a soft sigh, indicating that she had long since fallen asleep under the careful kneading of my oiled hands on her flesh. I paused, looking down at her face. Her lashes lay spread on her cheeks, her soft lips parted in her slumber. I allow a grin to spread across my face at the small fists on either side of her head, clenching every few seconds as she sleeps.

As quietly as I could, I closed the lid of the container and returned all the oils to the bathroom. I tucked her under the sheet, pulling it over her shoulders. I briefly considered leaving her to sleep alone in the bed. I'd never, ever before shared a bed with a woman and simply… slept. My fingers brushed the hair off her face, marvelling at her delicate features. The mischief and arrogance was gone, replaced by a peaceful expression.

So small.

So fragile.

You wouldn't think that she would have it in her to contend with someone like me. That she could provoke, face and endure my wrath like nobody else ever has. And spark jealousy like I've never felt before in my life.

Which only made me lash out. If I wasn't careful, I would end up hurting her irreparably.

But her submission was a gift, my dominance a responsibility. I had to protect, care and tend to her with the same effort as she obeyed, fulfilled and served me.

So I should leave… Sleep in another room.

But I found myself laying down next to her anyway, careful not to wake her. She mumbled something, frowning minutely before turning to lay on her side.

Then, as if sensing the heat from my body, she snuggled closer and sighed contentedly. My arm curled around her waist, drawing her closer until her face was tucked safely against my chest.

With her soft curves nestled against mine, her breath warming my chest each time she exhaled, it would have been impossible not to fall asleep. And as my eyelids grew heavier, I expected the shadows of my nightmares to creep into my still conscious mind.

But they never came.