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  Submitting to Him

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  ©Copyright Alysha Ellis 2013

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright March 2013

  Edited by Eleanor Boyall

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  This story contains 31 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 5 pages.

  SUBMITTING TO HIM

  Alysha Ellis

  Elise loves her husband. He shares her with a handsome, dominating stranger.

  Billionaire Blair Cowdery and his wife Elise travel the world seeking new pleasures. On the island of Santorini their status ensures they get the personal attention of their hotel’s handsome young manager, Nick Zervelos.

  Blair’s pleasure is to share his beautiful wife with someone who appreciates her special gifts. Nick’s masterful nature makes it plain he is such a man. Blair soon discovers he and Nick share an interest in bondage and rope play.

  Together Blair and Nick show Elise the pleasure of submission and the freedom that comes from being bound.

  The two men work together, orchestrating a series of heated sexual encounters. They take Elise to a new space, pushing her limits. They teach her that in losing herself she will discover her true identity.

  By the time the game of dominance and submission is played out, Blair, Nick and Elise are bound with ties too strong to resist.

  Chapter One

  Elise Cowdery stepped out of the limousine. The hotel gleamed in the hot Greek sunshine, the stark white walls contrasting with the blue of the domed roof. She smiled at her husband Blair. “It’s beautiful.”

  “If you like it I’ll buy it for you,” he said. “Hell, I’ll buy the entire island.”

  “I think the people of Santorini might object.” She squeezed his hand. “And no matter how much money you have, you’re way too canny to buy the hotel before you find out whether it’s going to be a profitable investment or not.”

  “If you wanted it,” Blair replied, “I’d get it for you.”

  Elise walked her fingers up the front of his shirt. “You know what I want, don’t you, baby?”

  “I do,” he said. “But it remains to be seen whether it can be had here.” The familiar hot burn of his hazel eyes sent shivers of anticipation skittering up her spine. She splayed her hand over his chest, and rubbed her index finger across the hard nub of his nipple.

  “May I take your bags, Sir and Madam?” The voice from behind them startled Elise and she dropped her hand to her side. The porter stood there, accompanied by three other members of staff, all eager to serve them. Blair winked at Elise. It didn’t take much to work out that Blair’s name had been recognised. His wealth made sure of that almost everywhere they went.

  The impression was confirmed when they were met at the door by one of the most striking men Elise had ever seen. Tall and dark, handsome as the gods that were said to once have inhabited Greece, he stepped forward and introduced himself. “I’m Nick Zervolos, the manager. Welcome to the hotel and to Santorini. Your check-in has already been completed.” His English was perfect, the slightest suggestion of an accent only adding an intriguing edge. “There is no need for you or Mr Cowdery to be inconvenienced.”

  The words were deferential enough, but his light grey eyes, startling in his golden-tan face, focused on Elise in a way that made her pulse flutter. She looked quickly at Blair to see if he’d noticed. He raised one eyebrow. She should have known. Very little escaped his attention, especially another man’s interest in her.

  Nick gestured to the lift in the corner. “If you would accompany me, I’ll take you to your room and make sure everything is to your satisfaction.”

  Elise went ahead of him, making sure she swayed her hips a little more than usual. She would have loved to glance over her shoulder to see his reaction. Blair didn’t have the same reluctance. He turned his head so he could see the manager as he walked just a step or two behind them. Her husband’s hand tightened on hers and he pulled her in closer to his side.

  In the lift, Nick pressed the button for their floor. “Have you been to Santorini before?” His question was routine, but those disconcerting eyes looked directly at Elise for a long moment. His pupils dilated, the black swallowing the grey, before his gaze flicked to Blair.

  “This is our first visit,” Elise said, making sure his focus came back to her. “What do you recommend we do here?” She smiled. “We don’t want anything touristy. What do you like to do in your free time?”

  Nick stared at a spot just over her shoulder. “I’m afraid my job keeps me very busy. I don’t have a lot of free time.” The lift came to a halt. “This is your floor.”

  At the door of their suite Nick inserted the card and waited until Blair and Elise entered. His manner professional and efficient, he showed them through the rooms. Elise followed, noting with approval that the suite was elegant and spacious. Not that she was surprised. Blair expected and paid for nothing less.

  He’d come here to evaluate the hotel. His main interest was in large chains and he preferred to personally negotiate new acquisitions. He loved the tension and strategy involved in multi-million dollar business deals. In another time, Blair would have been a general, controlling battles and directing the movement of thousands of troops and weapons.

  The purchase of this hotel was different. This was to be a personal project, not for Blair but for Elise. The final decision would rest with her. She had a choice to make, both about the hotel, and about something more immediate and compelling.

  Nick opened the curtains to reveal whitewashed walls, wide windows open to the astonishing Greek light, hand-crafted wood and iron-framed furniture, upholstered in traditionally patterned fabrics. Everything was exquisite in design, masterful in craftsmanship, immaculate in presentation.

  “Do you like it?” Blair asked.

  “Very much.” Her glance took in the room and the tall, handsome manager still standing by the window. The bright sunshine threw his face into shadow. She couldn’t read his expression but his rigid posture radiated tension. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. Nick’s sudden intake of breath, clearly audible in the silence, made her smile.

  “If there is anything you need, anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please don’t hesitate to contact me,” Nick said, his words so fast they almost ran into each other. “I’ll attend to your needs personally, at any time, day or night.”

  With one last, intense look from Elise to Blair, he strode out of the room.


  Blair sat down on the sofa, settled himself against the generously padded cushions and stacked his hands behind his head. “Well?” he asked.

  “Oh, I think so,” Elise replied. “I think I’m going to like this hotel very much indeed.”

  “The manager seemed very attentive,” Blair said, gazing intently into her eyes.

  Elise didn’t answer. She turned her back, lifted a foot onto the bed, hiked up her skirt and bent over to remove her black stiletto and slowly rolled her stocking down her leg.

  Blair moved behind her. “Here, let me help you,” he whispered. He reached into the special case that had been placed on the stand nearby. After a few moments he patted her on the bottom and said, “Are you hungry? I’ll order something from room service. Wait in the bedroom.”

  * * * *

  Blair watched his wife saunter out. Her calm self-confidence, her belief in her power and attractiveness made him rock hard…as it always did.

  He picked up the internal phone and dialled. It didn’t surprise him when the hotel manager himself answered. When Nick had shown them the suite, especially the bedroom Blair had picked up the signs of the man’s interest. The faint tang of aroused male was subtle but still discernible. Blair wasn’t the only one who found Elise attractive.

  Blair’s brilliance at reading other people had helped him amass his vast fortune. Nick’s fascination with Elise could be used in ways Nick wouldn’t have imagined. All Blair had to do was lead him in the right direction.

  The first step was to get him thinking about Elise. “My wife has refined tastes and is bored by the dull and everyday. What local products would you recommend that might stimulate her senses?”

  There was a moment’s pause, then Nick said, “I’ll have our chefs construct a meal.” He paused again. “If you’re happy to accept my recommendations.”

  “Elise will be keen to discover what you can give her,” Blair replied.

  The knock sounded on the door twenty minutes later. Blair opened it to find Nick standing there with the waiter. Oh yes, so easy to lead. If he continued to respond so well, the night looked very promising.

  “Since the decision about the menu was mine, I wanted to be sure you found the meal satisfactory,” Nick said and stepped over the threshold.

  The waiter rolled the cart inside and under Nick’s critical gaze, set out the meal. When everything was ready, Nick nodded a brief dismissal. The waiter shut the door behind him and Nick turned to Blair. His quick, searching glance around the room didn’t go as unnoticed as he probably hoped it would. “If Mrs Cowdery finds my selections satisfactory, I’ll leave you to enjoy the meal.”

  “I’m sure my wife will find your—choices—tempting.” He raised his voice, “Elise, your order has arrived.”

  Blair pushed open the door to the bedroom, then stood back. Elise stepped into the light. Nick’s jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. He stared at Elise for a long moment, the only movement the convulsive jerk of his throat as he swallowed and the brush of his tongue across his lips.

  Blair smiled. Just the reaction he’d hoped for. His own cock had once more hardened into an iron rod.

  Elise wore nothing but a black corset, laced tight so her ample breasts bulged above it, rounded and soft. Boning cinched her waist, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. A black leather thong left most of her delicious buttocks bare. Her legs were encased in thigh-high stockings and she teetered on outrageously high platform stilettos.

  Her hands were bound behind her back with a length of silk ribbon the exact colour of the blue roofs of Santorini.

  “Sit,” Blair ordered her and she sank gracefully onto the sofa.

  “As you can see,” he said to Nick. “My wife is currently unable to avail herself of the fine food you’ve provided.”

  He waited, but though Nick’s tongue slipped out once more, and his mouth opened and shut, no sound emerged.

  Blair handed Nick a fork from the table. “I want my wife to sample the food. Would you oblige?”

  “Me? I…” Nick stumbled to a halt.

  Blair met his gaze head on. “You did say you would do anything to make our stay more comfortable?”

  Nick’s head moved in a sharp, staccato movement that might have been a nod.

  “Let me make it plain to you. I am a man who is rich beyond compare, not only in worldly goods but in the affections of my beautiful wife. So rich that it pleases me, and her, to share her with a very select few. You could be one of those.” Blair offered him a reassuring smile. “There will be no coercion. You are free to walk away now, or after, without any fear of consequences. I will not report you or try to have you removed from your job.” He walked to Elise and placed his hand on her shoulder, running it down the smooth flesh of her throat, stroking over the full mounds of her breasts. He looked up and caught the heavy-lidded intentness of Nick’s expression. “I promise you if you consent to join our little game, there will be no consequences.” He ran one finger under the edge of the corset to touch Elise’s nipple. “No negative consequences.”

  The front of Nick’s pants bulged in an unmistakeable sign of his interest. Elise smiled and Blair pinched her nipple hard. She gasped and dropped her head submissively.

  Nick looked at them both with pale assessing eyes, then he took one step forward and picked up a fork from the table. He speared into the first bowl and brought out a tiny, red morsel. “Tomato keftedes,” he said, his voice shaking as much as the fork. “M-made from the local tomatoes. Unique to the island.” He held the fork to Elise’s mouth.

  She lifted her head in response to the upward pressure of Blair’s hand under her chin but her lips remained shut.

  “She can’t eat until you give her permission,” Blair said.

  “I give permission?” It was a question but Blair nodded as if Nick had issued an instruction and Elise opened her mouth. The fork wobbled and the savoury dropped in more by luck than intention. Elise swallowed it and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.” Her open mouth begged silently for another bite, but she didn’t raise her eyes or speak again.

  Blair reached into his pocket and drew out a tangled bundle of blue silk and tossed it onto the table.

  “Leave the food for a moment,” he instructed Nick. The fork dropped onto the white and blue rug leaving a deep red stain. Nick, despite his job as manager of the hotel, didn’t spare it a glance. His gaze flashed from Blair, to Elise, to the pile of silk and back to Blair.

  “My wife is a beautiful, generous woman,” Blair said, making sure Nick understood. “But she needs a man who can dominate her.” He looked at Nick, issuing him a challenge and an invitation. “Are you strong enough to accept the gift of subservience?”

  “I’m Greek,” Nick replied as if that were answer enough.

  Blair nodded. Still holding one hand coiled in the fiery beauty of Elise’s hair, he ran the fingers of his other hand across the curves of her breast. Nick followed the movement with his eyes, twin slashes of colour springing to life along his cheekbones.

  “Are you ready?” Blair whispered to Elise. Once she gave her consent, the scene would begin, played out until the end with no more stepping outside the roles they chose.

  She nodded. The movement tightened the hair wrapped round his fist and he instantly tugged downward and dragged her off the sofa. She landed on her knees. “You want more to eat. Open your mouth.”

  When she obeyed he ran his finger around her soft, pink lips. “Nick!”

  Nick reached out to take another morsel of food from the trolley. Blair stopped him with an upraised hand.

  “Not that.”

  For an instant Nick stiffened and Blair half expected him to turn and leave. Then he pushed the trolley away and moved forward until Elise’s eyes were level with the buckle on his belt. Blair untangled his hand from Elise’s hair and stepped aside. From the confidence with which Nick moved, the small, tight smile on his face and the powerful bulge tenting the front of his trousers, Blair knew Nick had absorbed
and accepted the rules of their game.

  In spite of that, once he stood before Elise, he hesitated. He looked down into her face. What he saw there obviously satisfied him. He slid open his zipper. His penis, hard erect and thick enough to make even Blair raise his eyebrows, sprang free.

  On her knees, Elise waited, making no move to take him into her mouth. Nick proved once again he was worthy of inclusion in their erotic play. He leaned over and landed his open palm with a crack on Elise’s arse. The links of the gold wrist chain Nick wore left a red pattern, like the corded welts of a well-tied rope.

  Blair’s heartbeat sped up and his cock hardened. He loved watching Elise being taken by another man, loved watching him brought to distraction by the silent power she wielded. Loved the red handprint on her bum.

  As the echo of the slap died away, Nick put both his hands on Elise’s bottom. The contrast of the gold of his skin cupping the pale globes of her arse fed Blair’s growing hunger. Nick pulled her in close, and she opened her mouth. From his stance at the side, Blair watched Nick’s thick rod slide in and out, thrusting into the back of Elise’s throat.

  It was one of her most delectable skills, the ability to take a man deep without gagging. Nick had discovered it gratifyingly early. His harsh exhalation mingled sensuously with the soft, moist grunts Elise uttered.

  “Harder,” Blair instructed and Nick sped up, his hips rocking back and forth, fucking her face. His lips pulled back in a feral grimace and the exhalations turned into a series of rough pants. Elise’s head bobbed back and forth.

  Moisture dampened her thong and winked like diamonds in the light. If Blair touched her now, put one finger on her clit, she would explode into a wild orgasm.

  He had no intention of letting it happen yet. Elise’s pleasure, and that was very important to him, would be so much greater if she was forced to wait. With a groan, Nick pulled back, cum spurting in thick white ropes over Elise’s face and the corseted curves of her breasts.