Rite of Submission (Rite #1) Unedited

Lessons Learned

I didn’t sleep for very long. I remade the bed and folded up the clothes he’d had me remove. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to let him know I was awake or not, but the office door remained closed. I opted to comb out my hair and spend the time I had alone staring out the windows. I had to use the drapes to keep my nudity concealed, as I stood there watching life continue on the paths and lawns between buildings that I could see.

A tray had been left while I was sleeping with a pitcher of tea along with some containers of chopped fruit and sandwiches. I figured it had been left as my lunch and I made sure to eat enough to last, unsure if I’d been given diner tonight. I found myself snacking on the fruit throughout the afternoon as I watched out the window.

The sky had already begun to turn orange before the door opened again. I raced to the end of the bed, trying to toss my hair behind me and clasp my hands behind my neck before he’d fully entered the room. An amused smile tugged up the corners of his lips when he looked my way. He shut the door and kicked his shoes off before making his way over to me to run the back of his hand down the front of me, dropping his hand when he reached my waist.

“I do like the sight of you like this,” his icy blue eyes drank in the sight of me, “so eager and ready to please.” He was talking more to himself than me. “Do you have a kiss to greet me with this evening?” His eyebrow lifted as he stood waiting. Unsure if I was supposed to keep my hands were they were or embrace him, I stepped forward and placed a light kiss on his lips.

“Is that the best you have to offer?” Worried I’d been wrong; I quickly stepped into him, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull his lips down to mine. His hands circled my waist as he kissed me roughly. I didn’t dare to be the first to pull back, and he continued to kiss me until I was breathless. “Someone is eager to begin tonight,” he smiled. Pulling away, I stood back and put my hands back on my neck.

“Did you get enough to eat today?” I nodded, I didn’t know if he wanted a real answer or for me to just agree. Agreeing seemed the safer bet. “Do you think you remember your lessons from today?” I nodded again. “Good, I should like to take a shower.” He stood there watching me for a moment before it occurred to me that he meant for me to undress him again.

Kneeling, I started by undoing his belt and pulling it free with my teeth. “I’ll take that for now,” he took the leather from me, holding it ready for use. My pulse quickened, and I moved to work down the row of buttons on his shirt. He shrugged out of it as I tugged the last button open. I had to kneel again to work on his pants, already bulging from his stiffening c**k. I don’t know what possessed me, but I kissed it as I worked the cloth open. He patted my head as he stepped out of the pants.

“Bend over the bed.” I almost cried out, demanding to know what I had done wrong, but bit down on my lip and moved to obey. He moved behind me, and I readied myself for the blow. Instead he pushed the length of himself between my legs, sliding it against my s*x. He sighed, “Gods, do you know how hot and wet your little p***y is already?” I couldn’t answer, trying not to rock back and rub him against me more. Grabbing a handful of hair he pulled my head up and my body back, accomplishing the movement I was trying to avoid. “Are you enjoying how this feels?” When I didn’t answer, he slapped my buttocks and pulled harder on my hair. “Answer me; do you enjoy the feel of my c**k gliding against your hot little cunt?”

“Yes,” I sobbed quietly. I knew he wanted me to say yes, but it wasn’t a lie. I cried from the fear of the power it gave him to know it. He tugged on my hair again. I rocked back, rolling my hips as I moaned out louder, “Yes!”

“Climb up on the bed,” he pulled away so I could climb up on the mattress. “Lay on your back, bend your knees and open your legs wide so I can see.” Tears streamed down my face as I moved into position. “Now reach down and let your fingers feel how wet you got for me.” More tears rolled as I slid my hand down the inside of my thigh until I found the soft mound of curls between my legs. Squeezing my eyes shut, I dipped my fingers into the mound until I felt the slick slit hidden with it. “That’s it,” he coaxed, “now show me where you like me to touch you.” Biting my lip to keep from sobbing out loud, I began sliding my fingers over the hard knot of my c**t.

“Now that is lovely,” he breathed. “Use your other hand to play with your tits.” I tried to pinch and pull at my n*****s gently. “Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered, moving closer to the bedside.

He had his c**k in his hand, stroking it as he stared down at me. I felt a bit of satisfaction knowing he needed a physical release just from watching me. It took the edge off the shame and embarrassment I’d felt at first from touching myself so intimately for him to watch. I let myself enjoy the feeling, moaning softly and rocking my hips as I continued to rub my c**t. His breath quickened and his hand increased speed as he watched me.

He caught himself before falling over the edge, suddenly dropping his c**k. Leaning over me, he suckled on my breasts and reaching between my legs. My own fingers were gliding swiftly over my c**t in little circles, bringing me close to that edge, but not quite over it. It wasn’t until I felt his long fingers push roughly into my tight hole that the wave of pleasure rocked my body. Even as my hand fell away, he plunged his fingers in deeper as he rubbed my c**t with his thumb. Almost immediately, my body shook again, my moans so loud I was worried the whole house could hear them.

His mouth left the n****e it was playing with and covered mine. He pushed his tongue past my lips, kissing me hard while his fingers continued to coax another orgasm from me. “Are you ready to submit yourself to me completely?” he whispered against my swollen lips. I felt him smile as I hesitated, struggling with myself before I shook my head.

He scooped me up from the bed and carried me into the bathroom, setting me down in the shower while he started the water. “If I can’t have you tonight, you’ll have to find a way to show your appreciation that I am not punishing you tonight.” He hadn’t turned on all of the showerheads this time, and I could kneel before him without feeling like I’d drown. He smiled as I crawled towards him on my knees, his c**k stiff and pointing at my mouth.

I tried keeping my arms folded behind my back as I closed my lips around the shaft. I didn’t remember it feeling so thick earlier. I had to grab a hold of his hips as he buried a fist in my hair and drove himself in deeper. I did my best to keep a good pace, curling my tongue around the tip and shaft as I suckled him. Once I figured out how to keep my balance I was able to caress and stroke his scrotum as I worked. “f**k,” he moaned, “too soon,” he spasmed and my mouth filled with a thick salty liquid. He thrust his hips forward and held my head firm, hitting the back of my throat as he came. I had to gulp the thick fluid down to keep from choking.

When his body stilled, he let go of me and pulled back. “My good little pet,” he stroked my face affectionately. “You’ve done so well tonight,” he pulled me up to my feet and helped me rinse my face. “I may have to buy some toys for you.” He smiled, and pulled me in for another series of rough kisses.

He placed a loofa in my hands. He stood patiently as I worked up the lather and scrubbed his body, being gentle around his groin this time. When I finished he took it from me and washed the parts of me he wanted to touch, sliding his fingers over the soapy skin. He pulled me into an embrace, as he moved us to rinse the suds away.

After shutting off the water, he had me towel dry his body and then watched as I dried myself. He had me stand in position while he combed his hair and brushed his teeth. I felt him watching me in the mirror more than he watched his own reflection. After grooming himself he combed the wet tangles out of my hair as well. He took the time to grasp my buttocks and cup my breasts as he worked the comb through my curls.

Without having to be told, I followed him when he made his way back into the bedroom. I waited at the end of the bed while he moved around the room. He set out clothes for tomorrow, and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. I was a little shocked to see he’d sleep in underwear, but didn’t wear them under his clothes. He instructed me to turn down the bed for him while he finished laying out his clothes and shoes. He turned out the light and crawled under the covers.

He’d left me standing at the foot of the bed and I didn’t know what that meant. Was I supposed to stand here all night? Should I curl up on the cushion? Maybe I was supposed to sleep right here on the floor. The last night I’d spent with him, he’d had me sleep in the bed beside him, but that was before he’d decided I needed punishments. I made a small noise as I started to ask him, but cut myself off before I even said a full word, but he heard me.

“If you wish to say something or ask a question, you may ask for permission by kissing me. I will know the urgency of your request by way you kiss me.” Moving around to the side of the bed, I leaned over and kissed him softly. When I pulled back he waited a moment before saying anything. “What would you like to say, Pet?”

“Where do I sleep?” I whispered, almost to quiet to be heard.

He chuckled, “Where do you sleep? Where would you like to sleep?”

Chewing on my lip I thought about it. I heard him sigh, annoyed. Kissing him again to apologize for my hesitation, I whispered, “Where would you like me to sleep?”

Chuckling again, he tossed the covers aside and pulled me onto the bed, rolling me over him to his other side. He pulled me into the nook between his arm and his side before folding the covers back over the both of us. He kissed the top of my forehead, whispering against my skin, “You’re learning fast, my pet.” His fingers traced lazy circles on my back as he held me to him. His breathes became smooth and even in just a short while.

Feeling like I had finally done something right, I relaxed, resting my head on his chest. My body felt worn out and tired as I listened to the sounds in his chest. The steady thrum of his heartbeat lulled me to sleep. It was a relief from wrestling with my thoughts and fears about what I’d say to Sophie tomorrow.