Simple Submission

Chapter 4-revision 1

“Thank you, Ethan for a wonderful evening.”

Ethan put his hand over hers and pulled back so that he could look at her.  She knew that he could see the tears shimmering in her eyes and quickly wipes them away laughing softly at herself.

“Damn, sorry I’m not normally so emo.  I must be tired.”

She felt him shift under her and her eyes widened a bit when she realized the position she was currently in.  She could feel something pulsing against her core; she let out a squeak and promptly tumbled from his lap into a heap on the floor.

He lurched forward wrapping his arms around her again and sitting her back on the couch next to him, shifting position, she could only assume, to not offend her delicate sensibilities. 

Aubrey grinned as he shifted and chuckled softly, he was actually blushing.

“Sorry, I usually have much better control, please don’t worry that I am going to attack you or anything.”

“I am pretty sure that I’m the one that attacked you, climbing all over you like that. I’m sorry that was very inappropriate. I mean I’ve only known you for a day and I strutted in front of you naked, made out with you in public and crawled on your lap like a damned hussy.  I would never have considered myself a tease until this very moment.”  Her face was on fire. Why had she just laid it out like that?

“No worries Bree, I don’t think you are a hussy,” he smiled that charm filled disarming smile, she nearly melted.

He stood up stretching as he walked across the room to the bathroom and disappeared.  After making sure he was gone she reached into her bra and took out her cell phone, switching it on.  She blinked as she looked at the screen seeing twenty missed calls from Cheryl.  What the hell? Why so many?

The time caught her eye, Christ! It was four-forty in the morning.

“Shit!” She stood up and looked around for her keys. “Shit!” She realized that Ethan had drove. “Shit!”

Ethan came darting out of the bathroom holding a plunger like a baseball bat looking around the room for the danger. “What? Are you okay?”

She laughed at the sight he presented.

“I really hope that thing is clean.”

His eyes went up to the plunger and he laughed shrugging and put it back into the bathroom.

“What’s up? Why were you screaming Bree?”

She simply held up her phone to his face. “I have to be at work in like four hours!  Would you mind giving me a ride home?”

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As Ethan pulled up to her house she looked over to him and smiled leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. She moved to open the door but he reached over placing a hand on her leg.  She froze.

“Let me.”  He got out of the car and went around opening the door for her and holding out his hand.

He smiled as she slipped her hand into his she stood there for a minute nibbling at her lip nervously.

He looked down and placed a soft, chaste kiss on her lips, if there had been more light he knew that he would see that adorable blush creep across her cheeks and the bridge of her button nose.

“Well go on. Get in that house and get some rest. I will see you tomorrow.” He turned and with a quick, playful swat to her bottom sent her on her way.

The tinkle of her little squeak and laugh made him grin and he waved. She waved back nearly tripping over the front step to her apartment.  He lunged forward a bit but she successfully righted herself and waved again as she recovered.  Shaking her head but still grinning.

Things had gone perfectly tonight.  He felt that he had successfully built some trust between them which was essential in a good Dom/sub relationship.

He did however feel guilty and a bit ashamed regarding their bet.  In his home there were several different internet connections. He had established himself on the main connection while remotely configuring her desktop to feed off of the Wi-Fi; effectively insuring that he would win their bet.  Though trust was indeed important and his actions could jeopardize that trust, he knew she was a better gamer than him.  He surely would have lost if they were on even footing.

There was no way he would have allowed her to win with those specific terms on the table.  Ethan was not a sore loser but one look at his magazine would have had her running for the hills.  It wasn’t Serial Killer weekly but some aspects of BDSM could include blood play though he himself wasn’t in to that scene. 

He pushed his hands into his pockets and gave one last look to her front door then hopped into his car and drove back home.  He was in desperate need of a nice cold shower and a coffee.  His magazine was closer to this end of town than his house so he headed there.  There was a shower for clean up after more interesting photo shoots and an espresso machine, as well as some work he needed to catch up on.

Ethan had been working on a spread on Japanese Bondage that needed to be completed before 10 a.m. so his VP could present it to the rest of the staff.  This had been his pet project for a while.  His two subs had helped him quite a bit. The knots were so intricate it took a lot of practice, but the photos had turned out wonderfully.

He thought then about Tei and Lottie, they had come to him at the same time and had been in training with him for nearly a year.  Both had been vanilla but had wanted to know more about the lifestyle, and since they were best friends they decided to jump in head first, together.  He was able to teach them in a safe and stable environment and cared for them both.  His weekends were for them.  Lottie had been looking for a new relationship but had yet to find anyone suitable to her needs and Tei, as far as he knew hadn’t looked.  He had a feeling the Tei was in love with Lottie and would follow her wherever she went.  Ethan loved them both for who they were but he wasn’t in love with either of them so he hoped that they would be able to find a Dom that was right for them in the long run.

Tei and Lottie of course were not their real names but the names he had given him upon the signing of their contract.  Once the contract was over they would go back to being Tamiko andCharlotteuntil another Dom took one or both of them under his wing giving them each a name unique to his preferences.

He looked back to the pictures of his two lovely girls.  They had grown so much in the last ten months.  Tei had been painfully uncomfortable with her own body; primarily due to her small breasts.  He had shown her that size did not mitigate the pleasure that could be gained.  Lottie had been overtly sexual and almost slutty but he had taught her that less could be more.  Both had taken his lessons to heart and were some of the best subs he had turned out.

He had a feeling that it would be difficult trying to introduce Aubrey into the lifestyle while he was still training Tei and Lottie, but there contract had been for a year so until it was up he would need to keep Bree from finding out about them.