Rite of Submission (Rite #1) Unedited

Madness

A strange woman was shining a bright light into my eyes, “I think she is coming too.” I tried to sit up but she pressed gently on my shoulder to stop me, “Give yourself a moment, dear,” her voice was calm and soothing, “we don’t know why you fainted yet.” She turned to look at someone behind her, “She still looks awfully pale to me, are you certain she’s eating regularly and staying hydrated?”

“I’m not with her every second of everyday, but she eats at the meals I’ve been present for,” there was a weird tone in his voice, as he paced back and forth.

“Of course Alpha,” she turned back to me and smiled warmly. “I’d suggest sending down for something just the same, and get some more fluids into her. It could have been as simple as low blood sugar, an electrolyte imbalance or just dehydration.” She was packing things into a small medical bag, “we’ll know more as soon as the tests come back, and I’ll make sure that they are in your hands as soon as I get them.” She tucked 3 vials of blood into a pocket on the bag, making me suddenly aware of the cotton ball taped to the inside of my elbow. “Don’t let her do anything too taxing,” she gave me a knowing wink before walking away, “rest, food and fluids for now.”

“Thank you Dr,” he escorted her out of the room, leaving me alone.

I was lying on his bed with a velvety soft blanket laid over me and folded down over my waist. I didn’t remember coming back up to his rooms, had he carried me? Pushing myself up, I looked around the room. The curtains were drawn shut, and several lamps were on. How long had I been out? Was it night already? Or did they turn on the lamps because the curtains were shut? I flipped the blanket off my legs and gasped at the onslaught of cold air hitting my bare feet. They could have turned the heat on, it was February after all.

Wrapping the blanket around me like a shawl, I climbed off the bed. Swaying as I stood on my feet for a second, the lightheadedness faded away. A few steps across the room and I could pull the heavy drapes aside and peek out the window. It wasn’t quite night yet, the sky looked like it was just starting to change color on the horizon. It had been at least a few hours. It should’ve been close to lunch when we had concluded our deals, and that reminded me of the kiss.

“Didn’t the Dr just tell you to take it easy?” he didn’t sound upset, more amused, as he leaned against the door watching me. I just shrugged. “I’m going to call down and have dinner brought up,” he paused a moment, “is there anything you’d prefer to have?” I smiled at the way he looked uncomfortable asking for someone else’s opinion.

“H-honestly,” my voice struggled to come out, like my throat was too dry. “I don’t really feel hungry.” He frowned. “I am really thirsty though.” My mouth felt like I’d been chewing on cotton balls all day.

“I’ll just have some food sent up anyway, as well as something to drink.” He disappeared back through his office for a few minutes. I stayed at the window, watching the people below.

“You look cold,” he filled the doorway again.

I nodded, “It is a little bit chilly in here. Don’t you ever turn the heat up?”

A worry line creased his forehead as he frowned, “She said your fever had subsided,” he waved towards the bed, “maybe you should get back in the bed.”

He was being weird, but I was cold and would rather be under the covers. Standing beside the bed I turned to face him, pouting. “Aren’t you going to tuck me in?” I teased playfully.

His shoulders tensed, like he was fighting the instinct to do something. Hesitantly, he stepped into the room and made his way beside me to fold the heavy blankets back. Giggling softly, I crawled up into the bed, a light squeak falling from my lips as he playfully swatted me on the ass. Snuggling down against the pillows, he pulled the blankets back over me. “I don’t know what she was talking about,” he teased, “you look like you have plenty of color to me.” My hands flew up to cover my cheeks, making him laugh. A knock in the other room pulled him back out the door.

He looked comical trying to carry in the large covered tray and several bottles of water by himself. He dropped the bottles onto the end of the bed so he could set the tray down on top of the dresser. Unencumbered, he collected all the water and started setting them up on the nightstand nearest me. I was thirsty, but I wasn’t going to be able to drink all 4 of the large square containers of Fiji water by myself. The fifth bottle is what shocked me the most, “Isn’t Pedialyte supposed to be for babies?”

He twisted off the top and poured a glass. With a smirk, he held the glass out to me, “She said electrolytes, now drink up baby girl.” The way he said it send a shiver through me, hopefully if he noticed he just thought I was cold.

I took the cup from his hands, and frowned. “Bottoms up,” he teased, “Dr’s orders.” I took a long drink, wrinkling my nose at the taste. It was like bad Gatorade with no sugar. “Drink it all,” he encouraged, “you can have some water after the glass is empty.” Bracing for the bad flavor, I gulped the nasty stuff down and handed him the empty glass. “That’s a good girl,” he set the glass on the nightstand and pushed a bottle of water to where I could reach it easier.

He walked back to the tray on the dresser, and I stuck my tongue out at him. “You do realize that I can see you in the mirror?” I actually hadn’t. Abandoning the tray, he walked to the armoire in the corner of the room. After a minute or two he tucked something into his pockets, closed the doors, and made his way back over to the bed.

I tried to sink back into the pillows, and disappear, but I knew it was a futile attempt. “Tsk tsk,” he frowned down at me, “sit up and face the consequences of your actions like a big girl.” He didn’t sound annoyed, or seem menacing. He seemed to still be amused. Confused by his temperament, I sat up obediently. He withdrew a wide satin ribbon from his pocket. Using both hands, he pulled the red fabric across my eyes and tied it behind my head, blocking my ability to see. With a kiss on top of my head, he stepped away, leaving me to wonder where he was.

“What are you doing?” I wondered aloud.

“First,” he spoke softly, “I am going to follow the Dr’s advice.” After a long pause, his voice called from further away, “But also, I intend to gently expand your education.” I could hear him moving things on top of the dresser, but not knowing exactly what he was doing spiked my fear. It only intensified when the sounds were followed by dead silence. “You don’t have to panic,” he assured softly. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I felt the edge of the bed dip under his weight, and I could pinpoint where he was.

A hand slid under my chin, cupping my face gently. His thumb ran across my lower lip, tugging it down slightly to part my lips. Something thin, flat and cool slid between my lips; the sweet taste of an apple slice hit my tongue. He didn’t shove it too far into my mouth, just enough for me to take a bite. After I swallowed, he fed me another bite, then another. The process was achingly slow, but also uncharacteristically tender for him and confusing for me.

Cupping my chin and using his thumb again, he opened my mouth wider. A cube of salty, sharp tanginess, cheese, was placed on my tongue. There were also pieces of strawberry, banana and an occasional piece of chocolate, silently and slowly hand fed to my lips. Something about this activity sent a flurry butterflies fluttering around in my chest. I’d always thought you were supposed to feel them in your stomach.

Feeling the weight of him leave the mattress, my heart lurched into my throat and I held my breath to listen. It sounded like dishes moving, and then liquid pouring. The smooth cold glass of a cup was pressed against my lips. Water streamed slowly into my mouth as he tilted it. After a few swallows he pulled it away and I heard it set on the table.

Fingers wound their way through my hair, and with a small painless tug, my head tilted back a little. His lips pressed against mine firmly, but not rough. My hands flew up from where they rested in my lap and sought to curl around his waist, but found only air as he broke the kiss and stepped away from me again. They fell back into my lap, disappointed that they failed to catch their query.

Long, strong fingers wrapped around my wrists and lifted them above my head, pressing the palms together. Holding them there myself, he released his grip. My breath caught for a second as the smooth satin of another ribbon wrapped around my wrists, the ends fed up between my hands instead of tying them off, draping down my arms freely.

The covers were folded off my legs as I sat there, with my hands tied above my head. The room didn’t feel cold anymore, but I still shivered when I felt his arms slide under my legs and back. In one fluid motion, his fingers hooked into my waistband and slid the pants down and off my legs as he sat me down on the side of the bed again with my legs hanging over the side of the mattress. A soft tug on the dangling ribbons directed my hands down to my lap.

I felt him kneel on the floor before me before his hands gently pushed my knees apart so that he could position himself between them. A soft kiss pressed against my thigh, followed by the cool rush of air as he inhaled sharply, and sighed contentedly. My heart beat slowed, but pumped stronger at the same time, the butterflies fluttering madly again.

His arms moved under my legs as a trail of kisses moved up my thigh, and as he moved his lips upward, his arms tilted my legs up with him, eventually forcing me to fall back on the bed. Using his teeth, he lifted the hem of the shirt and continued kissing up around my hip, finishing with a gentle nip on my side, making me gasp in surprise. With a soft chuckle, he pressed a line of soft kisses over my stomach and down my other leg to the knee. A tingling sensation danced across my skin, giving me goose bumps as his lips continued their trek.

With a soft growl, his lips jumped from my knee to the mound between my legs. I hadn’t realized I’d become so wet until his tongue dove greedily between the folds and began lapping up the juices that gathered there. As I moaned in pleasure, his hands lifted my knees up and further apart, granting him better access. His mouth closed over my s*x, sucking on my c**t as his tongue flicked deep into my slick folds, making my moans blend together into one raspy groan. My breaths became ragged as my body coiled tightly around the sensations he created.

Every nerve in my body lit up like a Christmas tree, as he brought me to the very edge. I whimpered when the heat of his mouth left the knot of nerves he’d been focused on, and his body pulled away from mine. "Not just yet,” he whispered from further away than I thought he’d gone. I could hear wood sliding as a drawer was opened across the room and a satisfied, “Hmmmm,” purred from his chest. The drawer closed with a sharp thud that seemed to echo through the quiet room. My breath hitched in my throat, sounding like a gasp of surprise at the sound.

The weight of him shifted the bed again, this time from the other side from where my legs hung. A sharp tug brought my hands back up over my head, held in place by the ribbon ends that he anchored under the weight of his knee. “Be still,” he purred into my ear as a cold piece of metal touched my shoulder. With a few snips, he’d cut the shirt loose and laid it open around me, letting the cool air kiss my skin. A hand cupped my breast, the thumb gliding over the pink bud that was hardening in the cold. Then a light bite clamped around the n****e, sharp but not painful. He repeated the motion with the other breast, my n*****s both pinched by something when he released his hold.

Hooking a hand under my knee, he pulled me around on the bed so I was lying across the mattress. Something cold and smooth pressed against my now throbbing c**t. I sucked the air in between my teeth, as the object rolled over the sensitive little button of nerves. He rocked it back and forth a few times, as if testing its effectiveness, and my hips lifted up to meet his movements.

Lying on his side, he draped one of my legs over his waist as he moved to watch the way my body arched into his touch. With a loud buzzing sound, the object started vibrating. I cried out as my vulva flooded with heat and moisture, the muscles clenching hungrily for something more. He obliged, slipping a finger into the hole begging to be filled, increasing the speed of the little vibrator. I could feel myself teetering on the edge again, but he again pulled away, chuckling as I lay whimpering from the loss.

His fingers stroked my inner thighs, making my legs quiver and I moaned loudly when he pressed a light kiss to the swollen, tender, wet lips. Something larger than his fingers pushed is way just past the outer lips, making me feel stretched wide around it. It was round and bulbous, and while the stretching hurt a little, it felt delicious, like scratching an itch you can’t quite reach yourself. With a wet, popping sound, it was pulled out, and I groaned, wanting it back.

The length of the new object was slid along my p***y, coating it with my own juices. The small bumps along the phallic thing teased my c**t as it slid up and down against me. Once he was satisfied with its lubrication, he positioned the bulbous tip at my opening again, with an achingly slow pace; he stretched me wide again as it pushed into me, only a little deeper. Like a pulse, it slid out and back in a little deeper each time, and I moaned, rocking my hips up to welcome it with each stroke. He left it in place when his fingers brushed against me, where he held the base.

“I want to hear call my name,” he growled, gently rolling the vibrator over my c**t again. I could only get out a guttural moan, as the sensations from my n*****s, c******s and full vulva overwhelmed any thoughts I might have formed. The buzzing sound returned and the vibrator was pressed to my c**t for a moment and removed. My hips rolled in response, and I cried out again as the thing filling me moved in and out with my movement. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed, “show me how eager you are to come for me.” He pressed the vibrator against me again to spur my body into motion as he watched. The rod inside me slid in and out as my hips rolled, my whole body working to find a release.

I began panting, as my body rolled like a wave, and sweat beaded on my skin. It felt like all the air was sucked out of the room, but I could not stop trying to grind against the hands that were driving me mad with pleasure. It all coiled in my belly, tighter and tighter. “Say it,” he breathed against my thigh, like a desperate prayer.

“D-d-dmitri,” his name tumbled out of my mouth, mixed with the wailing moans that he coaxed from me. The sound of his name must’ve snapped something in him, driving him to pump the rod he held with more vigor. Every muscle in my body spammed as I finally fell over the edge. Stars danced across my vision, as he pulled himself free from me, and my body twitched as my pulse thrummed between my legs. I couldn’t even protest when I felt him climb off the bed, my breath to irregular to form words.

His footsteps faded on what sounded like the stone floor of the bathroom, and my ears couldn’t determine if they heard the sound of running water, or blood rushing through my veins. Confused, I pulled the ribbon off my eyes, blinking to adjust to the light again. I could definitely hear water, as my breathing slowed down to a more normal pace. A clear glass dildo and little silver bullet lay discarded on the bed beside me, I blushed at the idea that he’d been able to see up into me while the muscles of my center convulsed as he drove me to orgasm.

He hadn’t tried to seduce me into submitting to him. He hadn’t even made me pleasure him at all. He seemed completely focused on the mind shattering orgasm he’d given me. Now he was taking a shower? Intent on answers, I stumbled to my feet. My legs wobbled and shook under me as I made my way to the bathroom door.

I froze in the doorway when the sight of him hit me. He was frantically sliding his hand up and down the length of his stiff c**k, leaning heavily against his other arm braced on the wall before him as the water cascaded over his tense muscles. He was grunting and swearing under his breath as he tried to jack-off. It didn’t look enjoyable, more like punishment, the movements rough and hard. With a frustrated grunt, he dropped the still hard c**k and hit the wall.

He hadn’t even heard me step into the shower behind him, a small gasp slipping out of his mouth as I touched his shoulder with my still bound hands. There was darkness in his eyes, but it didn’t scare me this time and I held out my wrists to him. He turned slowly, his eyes studying me like I was a poisonous snake that was poised to strike, I held his gaze as I kept my hands extended. With a few tugs on the ribbon, my hands fell free. We stood face to face, watching each other as the water washed down over us.

I felt like I was possessed by something foreign and primal, the image of him desperately trying to get off affixed in my mind. I stepped into him, crashing my lips against his as my fingers curled around the rigid member between us. His tongue invaded my mouth, and his fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled my face up to his. The water let my hand glide smoothly over the flesh he’d been rubbing raw a moment ago. Without impeding my access, he pressed me gently against the wall of the shower, kissing my lips and neck while his hands twisted my hair or thumbed over the clamps still pinched onto my n*****s. As his breathing increased a realization hit me, and it gave me a feeling of power over him.

I relaxed my grip and slowed my strokes, making him sigh with frustration. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded as he nipped at my earlobe. I couldn’t keep the grin I felt hidden, was this how he felt when he got my body primed?

Smiling, I pushed him back gently with my hand on his chest. He really was built like a s*x god, and I savored the sight of him. “Maybe you should earn it,” I teased, almost hoping to rile him up more, a little pay back for the several times he’d kept me from achieving orgasm before letting me have one.

A devilish smile curled his lips, “As you wish,” he growled seductively, sinking down to his knees before me. I felt my eyes grow wide with shock, and I gasped when he lifted me up. With my back braced against the wall and my thighs, resting on his shoulders, his hands cupped my ass and his face dove between my legs. His tongue moved in firm stokes, flicking my c**t as he sucked gently. My fingers curled tightly in his hair as my hips rolled to grind against his mouth, in moments I was breathless, moaning his name and begging him not to stop as I practically f****d his face. Even as I began to spasm in his grasp, his tongue dove deep between my lips, trying to lap up the juices that flooded my p***y.

With a kiss to each of my inner thighs, he set me down on my own, shaky feet. Still kneeling before me, he pressed his lips against my belly, kissing the wet skin before him. With a savage shove, I pushed him back, making him sit on the shower floor staring up at me. Feeling every bit the predator this time, I slid down the wall and crawled over his legs. Before I could second guess myself, I wrapped my lips around his long hard c**k and sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and shaft as I pulled it deeper.

His gruff moan was like music to my ears, imploring me to curl my fingers around the base of the shaft as I licked and sucked on what I could fit comfortably in my mouth, using my other hand to stroke his balls. “Oh my f*****g god,” he growled, lying back. His hands curled into fists at his sides as I bobbed my head, trying to take him deeper without gagging. I kept myself firmly straddled on his legs, determined to achieve this one task.

There was a moment when it felt like he tensed, but I didn’t catch the warning in time and had to swallow hard as my mouth filled with thick salty fluid. That motion seemed to make him moan louder than he had when the liquid spurted into my mouth, so I sucked and swallowed again and again until there seemed nothing left in him.

Prowling like a jungle cat, I slinked up the length of him, until I was laid out on top of him. A smile stretched my lips as I looked down at his face, his eyes had a glazed over look to them. His lips found mine and I could taste myself on his tongue as it slipped into my mouth, surely tasting himself at the same time. Strong arms wrapped around me, and held me against his body as he continued to kiss me until I was breathless again.

Abruptly, he pulled away with sigh, “The Dr said not to let you do anything too taxing, and here you are, struggling to breath.” He helped me get up off the floor and shut the water off. When I went to wrap the towel around me, he tugged it gently from my fingers. I let go, letting him pat me dry before dropping it on the floor.

Taking my hand in his, he led me back into the bedroom. It felt strange for him to be so gentle, leading me to the bed. Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed a few soft kisses to my lips. He pulled the covers back, letting the s*x toys fall to the floor. Lifting me into bed with him, he held me in his arms. I let my head rest against his chest, listening to the soft thump-thump of his heart beat. What just happened? I had no explanation for what had come over me to act like that. Snuggling into him, I let myself close my eyes and go to sleep. I could fret over everything tomorrow.