Submitting to Him Page 2

  Blair forced his breathing to slow, ignored the tightening of his balls and the pressure of his own penis bulging against his zipper. Not yet. There was so much more to happen.

  Nick stood over Elise. His chest heaved as he took deep breaths. After a moment he pushed his cock back into his suit pants and zipped up.

  Blair pulled Elise to her feet, picked out a knife from their case of toys and cut the laces holding her corset closed. It sprang apart and he tossed it aside, slicing the thong of her panties with one swift strike so they too could be ripped away.

  She stood in front of them naked, her white skin gleaming. Though she kept her head bowed submissively there was pride in the way she presented herself to their gaze, knowing she was beautiful, knowing how much Blair valued the gift she gave.

  He gestured to Nick, no more than a turn of the head and a nod, but Nick reacted exactly as Blair hoped. He grabbed one of the sturdy, wooden chairs from the under the table and spun it behind Elise.

  Blair took a long piece of blue silk and tied it into a circle. With quick, practiced flips of his wrists, he added three other equally spaced knots. He slipped the top ring over Elise’s head and centred the first knot between her breasts. He took two more pieces and tied one to each side of the second loop. Again he delved into the suitcase. When he straightened he held a black leather case. He lifted the lid and removed the three large diamonds nestled into a velvet-lined tray.

  The stunned expression on Nick’s face amused him. “Elise deserves the very best of everything,” he said. Moving behind Elise’s back Blair used the ends of the ribbon to tie one of the gemstones into a complicated monkey’s knot. Then he pulled the binding taut. The silk between her breasts opened out.

  As the silk slithered across her skin, Elise gave a sensuous little sigh.

  Nick’s eyebrows rose and he turned his head to look at Blair in a silent question.

  “The stones leave a beautiful imprint,” Blair explained. “The marks please me.” Then he handed a diamond to Nick. “Can you tie the knot?”

  Nick nodded and set to work. Blair watched with satisfaction as the blue ribbon running down the centre line of Elise’s body stretched into a series of patterns that reflected the classic diamond shape of the stones he used in his decorative knots.

  When the third one was in place, Blair ran a final ribbon from the bottom of the loop, pulling it between Elise’s legs, cutting up between her arse cheeks until it reached the rope at the back of her neck. He yanked it, pulling it cruelly tight. The final diamond opening framed her cunt in silken blue.

  He forced her arms across the back of the chair and pushed her down, the lowest diamond-studded monkey knot nestled between the cheeks of her arse.

  With Nick assisting, Blair pulled her legs apart, and used more ribbons to tie them splayed out to the legs of the chair, her bottom on the edge of the seat.

  He walked around her, looking his fill, knowing that Nick watched. Blair dropped to his knees before Elise and bit hard on her waxed mound. Elise arched, her breasts pushing upwards. Blair bit again, harder, then slid lower and took her clit into his mouth. He sucked, letting her soft gasps drive his arousal higher, then he took the hard knot of nerves between his teeth and tugged. The warm, musky scent of her juices filled his nostrils.

  He thrust three fingers into her cunt, curling the middle one so it pushed into the spot he knew drove her wild.

  Her buttocks clenched and the muscles of her legs tightened. Her channel pulsed and he knew she was close to coming.

  She moaned.

  “You don’t use a gag?” Nick asked, his voice raspy and low.

  “I like hearing her beg,” Blair replied, raising his head. He crooked his finger once more.

  When she whimpered, “Please,” he pulled his hand back and stood.

  He moved behind her and grasped her breast with one hand and clamped the other across Elise’s mouth. He hooked his thumb into the blue silk around her neck. “When I want her gagged I prefer to use my hand.” He bent down so his words washed against her ear. “It’s more intimate.”

  He tugged the blue fabric tighter, restricting her breathing. “We’re going to take turns fucking you, one after the other as often and for as long as we want. Do you understand?”

  Above his hand, Elise’s eyes widened, the pupils dilated and dark, the lids heavy. She nodded.

  “That’s my good girl,” he whispered and let her go. “Nick, keep her quiet.”

  Nick stepped behind the chair and wrapped his hands around Elise’s throat. He held them there for a moment, caressing the soft white skin, then he ran his fingers down to where his cum still clung in sticky patches to her skin, forming a random pattern between the geometric criss-crossing of the ribbons.

  He scooped some onto his finger and held it to her lips. She licked once, delicately.

  Blair, his pants down around his thighs, pulled out a condom. If it had just been him and Elise he would not have bothered, but whenever they admitted an outsider he took precautions. Safe, sane and consensual applied to everything and everyone he dealt with.

  As soon as the condom rolled on he drove into Elise. Any sound she might have made was stifled by the broad blade of Nick’s brown hand. Her back slammed up against the chair, and Blair knew she would have marks where the knotted diamonds pressed into her skin. He loved those marks, the signs of his possession.

  Her legs tied wide apart gave him the access he needed to drive deep, making her take all of him, surrounding him with the tight, wet glove of her body. He let himself get lost in the heat and pressure. He needed this, needed to take the edge of the tension that had already built. He was quick, hard and brutal but she’d been so well primed he felt her rhythmic contractions begin at the first thrust.

  He could demand that she hold it, and she would use every drop of self-discipline she possessed to obey him, but he wanted her to come now—over and over again, until her interior muscles were scraped and raw and she carried the ache of too much sex with her for days. Every time she moved, she would remember what they did here tonight.

  As she came, Blair pushed in deep and held, letting the squeeze and release take him over. His vision blurred and his breathing faltered. His orgasm went on and on, the power dizzying.

  When the black haze faded he pushed himself away.

  With unsteady hands he untied Elise’s legs from the chair, lifted her then led her to the bedroom by the simple expedient of inserting his fingers through the ribbon loops, forcing her to follow. When they reached the bed he let her go, pushing her onto her knees on the mattress. After untying her hands he brought them around to the front, holding them up so he could admire the red welts on her wrists.

  He checked over his shoulder. Yes, Nick had followed them into the bedroom. Blair retied Elise’s hands, this time in front of her so she could prop herself up on her elbows. She was going to need that support.

  Her hands lay either side of one of the bars of the elaborate iron frame of the bed. A few turns of the ribbon secured them there. Her legs were bent double, her heels pressed hard into her buttocks. Another blue loop held them in place.

  Her head rested on her forearms, her arse in the air, too tempting to resist. He slapped it, once, twice, reddening the smooth curves, reigniting Nick’s mark and adding a new one.

  Nick had taken up a position at the side, watching intently as he too stripped off his clothing. He hadn’t so far made any attempt to initiate action. Through the growing haze of reinvigorated lust Blair approved Nick’s willingness to act on the least hint but to refrain from overstepping the mark.

  He tossed a foil packet to Nick. “Fuck my wife. Don’t stop until she comes again, but make her work for it. She likes it hard, don’t you, dear,” he said as he leant down beside her.

  She didn’t answer and he dealt her another stinging slap. “Do you want Nick to fuck you hard?”

  She nodded.

  “And when he’s finished with you, I’m going to d
o you, over and over. Do you understand?”

  Again she nodded. Nick stepped up behind her. His thick cock would make it difficult for her, stretching her already sensitive opening. Blair moved in close, positioning himself so he could see the red lips of her cunt surrounding Nick, watch him slide in on her juices, glide out again, her tight pussy holding him, the erotic tug of friction.

  “Harder,” he ordered, but it wasn’t needed. Nick drove into her, strong and fast, his fist wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back. He leant forward and sank his teeth into the sinews of her neck, holding her like a stallion mounted a mare, the mating wild and feral.

  Nick’s teeth were white and strong and he closed them on Elise’s skin and tugged. A shiver raced across her skin. Her high-pitched scream told Blair she’d come again.

  Nick’s control seemed to slip and he rode her so hard the iron frame of the bed head slapped against the wall. Every thrust drew a panting grunt from Elise and she pushed back on her elbows, fighting not to fall.

  With a shout Nick came, his head flung up. A red and white ring of teeth marks stood out clearly on Elise’s skin.

  To hell with giving Nick time to recover or withdraw at his own pace. Blair had to be back inside Elise and it had to be now. He grabbed Nick by the arm and dragged him away. He didn’t wait to see how Nick reacted or where he went. The clasp of Elise’s body as he sank into it made him shudder with delight. Her tight, rounded buttocks flexed and rubbed against him.

  She clenched her inner muscles and Blair’s capacity for observation of anything beyond the feel of his cock in her pussy evaporated in a searing blaze. He thrust deep, burying himself to the balls. She rocked on her elbows with the force and the head of the bed tapped against the wall in time with Blair’s rhythmic chant. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!”

  In spite of having come such a short time ago his balls contracted. One more thrust and the familiar pulsating oblivion hit.

  When the fog cleared, he lay slumped over Elise’s back, his still-rigid cock stroked by the rippling of her aftershocks.

  She’d collapsed onto her stomach, her arms stretched out in front of her in a way that must have caused her shoulders to ache but there was no complaint. The only sound was their mingled gasps for air.

  Something cold and wet brushed up against the side of Blair’s face. He looked up. Nick stood beside him, a bottle of beer in each hand. He gave one to Blair, and then nodded towards Elise. “You permit?”

  “Yes,” Blair said and watched as Nick unlashed her hands from the bed, rolled her over and eased her into a sitting position. He held the beer to her mouth.

  “Drink,” he ordered.

  She obeyed, gulping greedily. Blair smiled at Nick, again pleased at how well he fit into their little group. Caring for the submissive was of prime importance. There was no place for a dominant who didn’t realise that.

  Only when Elise indicated she’d had enough did Nick raise what was left in the bottle to his own mouth. Blair watched him close his lips over the place where Elise’s had been. The sight was erotic, as Nick must have known it would be.

  Blair continued to sip his beer, using one hand to gently caress Elise’s thigh, his back propped up against the foot of the bed, his legs crossed at the ankles stretched out alongside her.

  Nick remained standing as if he were not certain enough of his welcome to assume his place was with them.

  The haze of passion faded slowly. Blair reached down and placed the empty bottle on the rug beside the bed, and began to untie the knots. Nick didn’t help, just continued to watch with his pale, assessing eyes.

  As each knot was released, Blair kissed the red marks imprinted on Elise’s skin by the ribbons, knots and stones. When she was free, Blair wrapped her in his arms and gathered her close, holding her like a gem beyond price. The diamonds at the centre of the knots, now tossed carelessly back into the case, were valueless compared to the treasure that was Elise. “Thank you, my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he murmured into her hair.

  She clung to him a moment, her breathing gradually steadying. The wide, spaced-out look in her eyes sharpened. She lifted her head and whispered in Blair’s ear.

  “Come closer,” Blair said to Nick.

  He moved to stand beside them. Elise held out her hand and pulled Nick’s face down, until their lips met in a gentle kiss.

  “Thank you, Nick.”

  Nick pushed a lock of Elise’s hair back from her forehead and dropped one soft kiss there. Then he straightened. In spite of his nakedness he was dignified and suddenly formal. “It was my pleasure,” he said.

  “The bathroom is…it’s your hotel, you don’t need me to tell you where to find it,” Blair said.

  Interpreting the comment as the dismissal it was, Nick scooped up his clothes and walked to the adjoining room.

  When he returned a few minutes later he was fully dressed, his face washed, hair combed. His eyes still retained an earthy heaviness.

  “I…” He stopped, seeming to search for words.

  “I hope you will find your way back to us while we remain here,” Blair said. “Elise and I would enjoy your—company. Very much.”

  “You have only to send for me.” He walked out the door, closing it with a click behind him.

  Chapter Two

  Elise stood under the shower and let the hot water soothe the aches and pains the session had given her. Not that she didn’t enjoy the getting of them, but coming down from the high of submissive space took time.

  Blair knew she liked this brief moment of solitude and as always, gave her what she wanted. She turned off the water and reached for the towel. She rubbed herself dry, picked up the bottle of moisturising lotion she’d had made and scented especially for her and strolled naked back into the bedroom. She dropped face down onto the bed. Without a word needing to be spoken, Blair picked up the lotion and straddled her thighs. He squirted a dollop into his hands, waited until it warmed then began a skilful massage.

  He kneaded the tight muscles of her back, letting his fingers soothe and glide, lingering over the places where she knew the ribbon-wrapped diamonds had scored her skin. The lotion eased the sting and she sighed in pleasure.

  “I liked him,” she murmured.

  “I noticed,” Blair replied. “How many times did you come?”

  “Wasn’t counting.” The rhythmic strokes of Blair’s hands soothed her into a drowsy slumber. She barely stirred when Blair pulled the sheets over her and slipped into the bed, holding her close, his legs tucked in behind her, her back cuddled against his chest. “I love you,” he whispered and it was the last thing she heard before sleep claimed her.

  * * * *

  In the morning they headed out early to take in the sights of Santorini. When Blair invested in a property he did so knowing as much as there was to know about it and the attractions that would help to make the investment profitable.

  Elise’s contribution stemmed from her skill at analysing and predicting trends. Time and time again she had proved her ability to determine what was popular, what was about to become passé and what would soon be the destination, or ambience, or thrill the mega-wealthy would clamber over each other to have. Most people thought she had an uncanny ability to predict. Elise knew her real ability, one worth the millions she had contributed to her and Blair’s combined fortune, was even better. She knew the weakness of the members of the ultra-wealthy set. The mundane was their enemy.

  All she had to do was convince them that this island was the new place to be seen, and to ensure she pitched the hotel to those who saw themselves as trendsetters. Her personal favourite ploy was to price a product or service so it was out of the price range of all but the wealthiest—a self-fulfilling prophecy. If only the very rich could afford it then the very rich wanted it.

  It wouldn’t take much to arrange some discreet subliminal advertising for the hotel. A photo-shoot for a fashion magazine, perhaps an independent film—funded by one of Blair’s shell companies. Eli
se would make sure the handsome manager was shown in the pictures. The female half of the market—and some of the male half as well—would love Nick Zervolos. His exotic good looks alone would be enough to attract a sizeable number of visitors.

  She frowned. The idea of sharing Nick with anyone but Blair made her stomach clench. Nick was theirs.

  At the end of the day, hand in hand with Blair, she wandered back into the hotel foyer. Nick stood behind the desk, his attention on a guest who had just arrived. Elise gave Blair’s hand a sharp little jerk and he pulled to a stop. After a moment or two the client Nick was attending to left, and Elise waited for him to notice them standing there. Instead, without looking up, Nick turned away and stepped towards his office.

  “Nick,” Elise called. “Nick!” Her voice raised, she stepped closer.

  “Is there a problem, Mrs Cowdery?” Nick’s voice was cold and distant and he didn’t make eye contact. “I’m sure the concierge will be able to sort out any problems you might have. If you’ll excuse me.” He ducked his head in what might have been meant to pass as a deferential nod, but looked more like a dismissal, and strode into his office, shutting the door behind him.

  Elise looked at Blair. The astonishment she felt was reflected on his face. She opened her mouth but Blair held up one finger in a gesture that no one else would notice but which Elise instantly recognised as a demand for silence.

  She followed him into the lift and it was only when they were safely inside their room that she blurted out, “What was that about?”

  “I don’t know,” Blair replied. “He might not want the staff to know that there is anything personal going on between us.”

  “Well, of course he wouldn’t,” Elise exclaimed. “I understand that. Does he think we don’t? It doesn’t explain why he would be so distant. Yesterday before any of this happened he was all attention and personal service. Now he doesn’t want to speak? Ring him. Tell him to come up here.”