the book of the bedroom

Chapter 3: Submission

She trembled as she knelt before him, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. The weight of his commanding presence filled the room, making it difficult for her to breathe. She knew she had no choice but to surrender, to submit to his every whim and desire.

His fingers traced the delicate curve of her jaw, tilting her face upwards to meet his intense gaze. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. She obeyed, her eyes locked with his, unable to look away.

Slowly, he circled her, his footsteps deliberate and measured. She could feel the heat of his body as he moved behind her, his fingers ghosting along her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. "You belong to me now," he whispered, his breath caressing the sensitive skin of her neck.

She nodded, her lips parting in a silent plea. "Yes, my lord," she breathed, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desire.

His hand fisted in her hair, tugging sharply, and she gasped, her body arching in response. "You will do as I say, without question or hesitation," he growled, his grip tightening. "Understood?"

"Yes, my lord," she whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered herself to him completely.

He released his hold on her hair, and she felt a sense of both relief and disappointment. Reaching down, he grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze once more. "Good girl," he purred, his lips curving into a predatory smile.

She shivered, her body aching with a need she could barely contain. His touch, his voice, his very presence consumed her, leaving her powerless and utterly at his mercy.

Slowly, he circled her again, his fingers trailing along the curve of her hips, her thighs, her calves. She remained motionless, her breathing shallow, every nerve ending in her body alive with anticipation.

"Now," he said, his voice low and commanding, "show me how much you want this."

She didn't hesitate, her hands reaching for the fasteners of her clothing, her movements swift and sure. As each layer fell away, she felt a sense of liberation and vulnerability, exposing herself to him completely.

When she was finally bare before him, she knelt once more, her head bowed in a gesture of submission. "I am yours, my lord," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, and she felt a thrill of excitement course through her. "Indeed, you are," he murmured, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her body. "And I intend to make the most of it."

With those words, he seized her, his hands rough and unyielding, and she surrendered herself to him, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.