Title: Submission

Author: BC

Rated: NC-17

Archive: Yes

Pairing: Roy/?

Content Warning: Graphic M/F sex.

Summary: Roy gets off work and heads home for a special weekend.

SUBMISSION

By BC

"Roy, are you sure you won't join us?" Johnny asks as he and his paramedic partner change clothes in the locker room after a grueling 24-hour shift.

Roy shakes his head and smiles. "Sorry, but I've already made plans," he says as turns his back on his partner, trying to hide the prominent bulge in his boxers.

Johnny chuckles. "These must be some plans. You've been wearing this far out expression for two days and you've been so hard all shift you could barely walk."

"JOHN!" Roy gasps, startled as he turns back toward his friend.

Johnny laughs even louder. "You can't deny evidence like that," he says, pointing to Roy's tenting boxers and his very aroused manhood.

"Yeah, well…" Roy feels the color seeping into his cheeks.

"She must be very special," Johnny says.

"That she is my friend," Roy admits as he struggles to squeeze his throbbing member into his suddenly too tight jeans.

Johnny finishes dressing. "I won't tell you to enjoy your days off. I think that's a given. I think you'll need to come back to work just to recuperate."

"With any luck, you're completely right," Roy says as he closes his locker. "See ya in a couple of days."

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Closing the door behind her, she places her purse and the day's mail on the table near the door. As she turns toward the living room, she smiles at the sight before her. A fire glows in the large fireplace and the small round dining table has been placed off to one side. Set carefully with the best china and crystal, a lone red rose waits in the center of the table. Champagne sits cooling in the ice bucket next to the table. Only two small lamps add light to the room, their illumination subdued. Soft music flows from the hidden speakers placed around the room. But it is the sight of her long time friend and lover that catches her breath in her throat.

Kneeling in the center of the floor, hands behind his back and eyes downcast, Roy tries to remain perfectly still. From the click of her high-heeled shoes against the hardwood floors and the rustle of satin, Roy senses her movement toward him. Despite the strong desire to look into her beautiful eyes, he keeps his head and his eyes downcast. This weekend is about her desires, not his.

She slowly circles the submissive man before her. She rakes her long nails across the bare skin of his upper back, fascinated by the strong muscles there. She circles him again and runs her hand over his shoulder, feeling him quiver beneath her touch. Circling yet again, she stops directly in front of him and uses one long finger to tilt his head upward. She cannot suppress her smile when she sees him continuing to keep his eyes downcast. Using only the pressure of her finger, she urges him to stand before her.

Repeatedly she circles him, stroking here and there as she does so. A feather light touch across his furred abdomen, a tender slap to his bare buttocks, a small tweak of his already excited nipples. Throughout her thorough inspection, Roy works to remain silent and unflinching.

"I see you are wearing my collars," she says softly as she traces the leather around his neck from behind. As she circles back around to his front, she gently grasps his engorged member. The leather strap that secures his cock and balls tightly only serves to more fully enhance his already considerable length. As she continues to fondle him, she asks softly. "What is it that you desire, my slave?"

"To serve you, mistress."

"Then you shall. Accompany me."

Roy follows her chastely to the bedroom. He has laid out her favorite silk robe and slippers. In the soft light, he joins her at the full-length mirror. Standing behind her, he places his hands on her shoulders. "May I, mistress?"

"You may."

Moving his hands slowly over her shoulders, he slips the jacket from her arms. Disposing of the jacket, he lifts first her left then her right arm, undoing the small pearl buttons at each wrist and leaving a hot moist kiss on each pulse point. He then moves to stand directly behind her again. A row of tiny pearl buttons follows the curve of her spine. With infinite care, he slowly removes each from its restraint and drops a smoldering kiss to each newly exposed patch of skin. After several long minutes, he finally slips the silken blouse from her.

Dropping to his knees, he lowers the zipper of her skirt. Sliding the material over her hips and down her legs, he lifts each foot in turn. He glances up through lowered lashes at the woman standing in front of him. The garters suspending her silk stockings bare each full cheek to his view and caress. He turns her so that her profile is facing the mirror. Placing his hands on her hips, he leans forward to lick and caress each rounded buttock knowing his every movement is reflected in the mirror before them.

After giving extensive devotion to the tight skin of her derrière, Roy unsnaps the first stocking from the garter. As he rolls the material carefully down her long legs, he strokes his fingers over the soft flesh, leaving kisses and love nips in his wake. He gives each leg equal attention, paying special homage to the extra sensitive area behind each knee. Removing her shoes, he licks and caresses each foot. Nearly twenty minutes later, she is standing in front of him in only her bra and matching garters.

"I will freshen up now while you prepare dinner," she tells him as Roy kneels in front of her yet again. "You have fifteen minutes."

On schedule, dressed in her silk wrap and slippers, she returns to the living room and approaches the table. Roy holds the chair for her and pours a glass of wine for her. At her nod, he goes to the kitchen and returns with her plate. He places the plate in front of her and quickly kneels again beside her chair.

As she slowly partakes of the lemon chicken with rice and steamed vegetables, she occasionally feeds him a morsel or two. Roy is careful to clean each of her fingers after each such treat. When she has finished her meal and he has been given to clear the table, Roy returns to her side and drops again to his knees. "Would my mistress enjoy a bath?"

Rising she goes to the master bath. Candles have been lit and placed around the room, their heady scent only adding to the atmosphere. Roy kneels next to the tub and adjusts the water temperature and adds a liberal amount of her favorite bubblebath. As the tub begins to fill, he asks. "May I?"

Again using only one finger, she draws him upright. After slipping the slinky material from her, he hangs the robe on a hook and turns back toward her. He traces the strap of her bra along her shoulder and down her back as she stands in front of yet another mirror. He rains kisses along her shoulders, sliding each strap lower and lower. Still behind her, he reaches around her to trace the lace outline on each of her full breasts. The full, firm skin beneath his fingers swells as he gently traces the scoop of her bra. He can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath his fingers as he moves closer and closer to the front catch of the lacy garment. As she trembles beneath his touch, he finally releases the clasp and allows her breasts to spring free.

Standing behind her, he is careful to keep his raging erection from brushing against her as he clasps both breasts in his hands. Kneading gently, he fondles and strokes, avoiding the turgid nipples straining for his touch. Her breathing comes in short gasps as she strains forward, pressing her breasts more firmly into his skilled hands. While nibbling on her ear, he finally takes each distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling each to pebbled hardness. Turning her in his embrace, he lowers his head to her dusky nipples. First laving only with his tongue, he outlines the areola with lapping strokes. With agonizing slowness, he moves toward the straining, pebbled tip. As she tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him tightly against her heaving breast, he finally rakes his teeth across her nipple. He alternates biting nibbles with soothing strokes of his tongue before finally sucking her deep into his mouth. He continues his tender torment until he feels her begin to tremble beneath his touch. Giving each breast a last sucking pull, bite, and pinch, he begins to trail his hands down her ribcage and across her abdomen.

On his knees in front of her yet again, he runs a finger along the lace of her garter. Placing a hand on each trembling leg, he uses his teeth to lower the garter over her pubis. He inhales the musky scent of her as he lowers the garter. He runs his hands over her parted legs, stopping just short of the short, damp curls awaiting his attention. Noticing the water level of the tub has risen considerably, along with his passion for the woman in front of him, he reluctantly releases her flesh to turn off the tap. He offers her a steadying hand as she steps into the steaming water.

The large, oversized claw foot bathtub stands in the center of the room, granting Roy access to his mistress from all sides and angles. He moves to kneel behind her head as she reclines against the back of the tub. With gentle strokes, he begins to massage her temples.

After spending several minutes massaging her face and neck, Roy leans forward to whisper softly in her ear. "Lean forward, please, mistress."

With long firm strokes, Roy begins to wash her back, starting at the shoulders and working his way down her spine. With long hard strokes, he lathers the supple skin beneath his fingers, paying special attention to her shoulder blades and the sensitive small of her lower back. When he has completed washing her back, he helps her recline back against the tub before moving to the side of the tub. "Arm, please, mistress."

Starting at the shoulder, he liberally strokes along the wet and shiny skin, kneading away any tension. He caresses the soft crease of her inner elbow before moving lower to rake his nails along the skin of her inner arm. Lastly, he lathers each of her hands, caressing between each long finger. He can feel the steady beat of her heart as he fingers brush across her wrist. He returns the arm to the bubble-topped water and moves toward the foot of the tub. "Leg, please, mistress."

Starting with her thigh, he lathers the skin beneath his fingers, massaging the firm muscles. He is careful to avoid the hot core of her so close to his fingers. He leisurely works his way downward, again paying special attention to the back of her knee before moving to massage her calf. Moving lower still, he massages her foot, caressing between her toes and along the sole, sending shivers up her spine.

Moving around the foot of the tub, he repeats the process in reverse. After giving the other side of her body equal and thorough attention, he pours a small amount of bathgel into his hands. Rubbing his hands together to warm the soap, he then places his hands on her shoulders and begins a slow downward course. He avoids her breasts, washing along her ribcage and upper abdomen. He lifts his hands to dribble soap over her protruding breasts. He finally lowers his hands to the golden globes and firmly squeezes each mound before repeatedly tweaking each nipple to hardness yet again. After giving each succulent breast his undivided attention for several minutes, he allows his hands to stray downward yet again. He caresses her softly rounded abdomen, swirling his finger around and finally into her navel before continuing his southern journey.

When he finally encounters the soft curls of her neatly shaved bush, he runs his fingers through the sparse, short hairs. He caresses the sensitive skin at the crease of her thigh before slowly moving his fingers inward. He can feel the heat from her core as he begins to massage her outer lips. Stroking up and down, he moves his fingers ever closer to her center. He finally separates her engorged inner labia, rubbing each on delicately between his fingers. As her body begins to instinctively writhe beneath him, he moves his exploring digits higher finally making contact with her enflamed clit. Her moan of pleasure as he first lightly strokes the little bud beneath his fingers encourages him to gradually increase the pressure. He maintains the friction for only a couple of minutes before she bucks fiercely against his hand and screams as her first orgasm overtakes her.

Roy lightens the pressure only slightly before bringing his other hand into play. Continuing to stroke her clit, he uses his other hand to begin to explore her lips again. Spreading them wide, he teases the outermost entrance to her womanly recesses. Slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, he slides his fingers into her moist cavern, darting and retreating, never repeating the same stroke twice. Several minutes later, she tightens her inner muscles around the three fingers plunging relentlessly inside of her as yet another orgasm overtakes her.

When the quivering of her body finally lessens, Roy extends his hand to her, helping her stand in the tub. He pulls the plug and reaches for the hand held shower. Adjusting the spray he rinses the suds from her body and then wraps her in an oversized towel. Using brisk strokes, he dries her glowing skin, dropping random kisses to the exposed flesh. As he finishes, he stands before her eyes downcast.

She admires the strong body of the man in front of her. She can sees that she is not the only one aroused by their water play. She reaches out to stroke his straining manhood. Grasping his cock and balls tightly, she squeezes. "You enjoyed that, slave?"

"It is my pleasure to please you, mistress."

Roy follows his mistress to the bedroom and arranges her comfortably on the already turned down bed. With multiple pillows supporting her in a semi-reclining position, the subdued lighting makes her skin glow even more. He offers her a sip of wine from the chilled glass on the stand near the bed. As she hands the glass back to him, their fingers brush, igniting a series of sparks that quickly travel through his system.

She hears his sharp intake of breath as their fingers touch and watches the resulting reaction travel straight to still restrained manhood. Knowing there are still many more hours of pleasure ahead, she nods to him. "You may touch me, slave."

Roy kneels on the bed beside his mistress. Starting at her forehead, he lovingly traces the contours of her skin with a single finger, dropping kisses in its wake. The arch of her eyebrow, her long lashes, the upturned tip of her nose, her firm cheekbones, the dainty chin. He nibbles at each earlobe in turn, first laving with his tongue then nipping slightly before soothing the hurt again with his talented tongue.

He continues to lick, kiss, suckle, and caress his way down her body, leaving not one inch uncovered or unloved. After servicing her dainty feet, he gradually begins to work his way upward between her spread thighs. As he nips along the delicate flesh of her inner thighs, he can again feel the heat emanating from her core. Using only the tips of his fingers, he spreads her wide to his loving gaze. He can feel her tense beneath him as he visually explores the glistening flesh before him.

After giving her flesh a thorough visual appraisal, he blows lightly across the damp curls. Feeling the resulting shiver course through her body, he shifts his position so he can spread her folds with one hand while caressing her with the other. His skilled fingers skim lightly over the heated flesh, varying their direction and the intensity of his touch. As her hips begin arch instinctively, he lowers his mouth directly to her throbbing nerve center and sucks hard. He fights the twisting and turning woman beneath him to maintain hard contact with her quivering flesh. As she comes apart beneath him, he plunges his fingers in and out of her heated flesh. Feeling her muscles starting to contract around his fingers yet again, he renews his tongue's concentration on her love button.

As the woman works to regulate her breathing, Roy climbs off the bed and goes into the bathroom. He returns a moment later with a warm, wet cloth. He kneels next to the bed, awaiting permission to tend to his mistress again. When she finally signals her ascent, he lovingly cleans her still oversensitive flesh. After thoroughly cleansing her flesh, he drops one last kiss gently on her mons.

******

Roy continues to read aloud to the woman snuggled against his side. His full, rich voice gives life to the words on the page. Reading his mistress's favorite love poems aloud while holding her against him. Her hand curls on his chest as he reads the sensuous words. Her fingers twist through the hairs on his chest and slowly work their way downward. His breath catches as her fingers work their way lower. "None of that, slave," she cautions. "I don't want to hear anything from you except poetry. Nice and steady pace."

Roy swallows the lump forming in his throat. "Yes mistress."

As Roy resumes reading, she allows her fingers to slide through the crinkled hair surrounding his tumescent manhood. Still tightly restrained, it juts proudly into the air. She runs her fingers along the base before cupping his ball sac in her hand. Despite the fact that they are tightly restrained, she manages to rub the two nodules together. She watches as his body tenses but his voice remains steady as he continues to read. With one long nail, she runs her finger from the base of his throbbing shaft to tip. She rubs the small drop of pre-cum back into the heated head of his cock. Taking the velvet covered iron shaft into her hand, she begins to stroke up and down the not inconsiderable length. She continues the rhythmic strokes, gradually tightening her grip around his rock hard shaft. She can see his muscles tightening in his legs and abdomen. She knows as long as the cock harness remains in place, he will be at her mercy. "Do you want to cum, my slave?"

"I want…" his voice finally breaks. "I want to please you, mistress."

She lowers her head and places a kiss to the glistening head, swiping her tongue across the top. "Are you sure, slave?"

"Only to please you, mistress," he grinds out from between clenched teeth.

She slowly draws his throbbing member into the moist confines of her mouth. She expertly laves him with her tongue, drawing him deeper and deeper. When his length hits the back of her throat, she swallows and hums softly. His hips reflexively rise off the mattress, thrusting himself deeper into her throat. She continues to milk him as he writhes beneath her, unable to seek the release his body so feverishly demands. She prolongs his torment, advancing and retreating until his sweat soaked body trembles uncontrollably beneath her. "Do you want to cum, my slave?"

Roy thrashes his head back and forth. "I…only…want…to…please…you…mistress…" he pants out heavily.

"Then take me, slave," she orders as she turns to lie on her back.

Roy wills his protesting body to move. He kneels between her spread thighs. He runs his hands up her thighs, urging her legs even further apart. He pushes her knees back toward her heaving bosom. He parts her flesh and strokes his fingers over her, testing her readiness for him. He finds her hot, wet, and wanting.

Roy glides the tip of his penis across her outer folds, stroking one side and then the other. As her hips twitch beneath him, he strokes the head against her throbbing clit, causing her to lift her hips toward him. Dropping down, he slowly enters her moist heat, advancing no more than an inch at a time and retreating fully after each measured thrust. It takes every ounce of self-control to keep from plunging into her fully and sheathing himself in her silken core. After what seems like an eternity, he totally seats himself inside her depths.

Taking his time and allowing her pleasure to build, he brings her repeatedly to orgasm. With each successive climax, Roy's thrusts become wilder, harder, and deeper. His overloaded body screams for release. He knows as long as his cock and balls remain restrained, his climax will have to wait. He lowers his head to suckle her breasts as his hips continue to plunge against hers, seeking relief, seeking release.

"Harder," she pants as he slams into her, her legs wrapped around his bucking hips. "Harder."

Seeking release, he instinctively drills deeper into her heat before pulling back out. Each thrust seeming to go deeper and deeper. It is not her vocal urging but his body's demand for release that drives him on.

She watches the tension build in her lover. Sweat drips from his brow and every muscle in his body tenses with the need for release. She notes that his eyes are beyond seeing, his pupils fully dilated. His nostrils flare with each labored breath. "Do you want to cum, slave?"

Roy has to focus on her spoken word. It takes a considerable amount of energy to answer her question. "Only…to…pl…ple…please…y…you…mmm…mis…mistresssss."

"Fuck me harder, slave," she orders as she grinds her hips against his.

Roy thrusts wildly against her, grinding himself deeper and deeper into her depths. His entire focus going to the tightness in his groin, the overwhelming need for release.

Wriggling her hand between their heaving bodies, she deftly releases the harness around Roy's throbbing cock. The guttural scream from his throat echoes around the bedroom as he plunges into her one last time, emptying his seed deep inside her. As his climax triggers hers, her inner muscles milk every drop from his straining body. Completely drained of energy, he collapses on top of her.

Despite their labored breathing, she seeks his lips with hers. As their tongues tangle and duel, Roy rolls them so that she is draped across his still heaving chest. They finally break the heated kiss. She brushes his damp hair back from his forehead.

"I love you, [insert your name here]," he tells her.

"I love you too, Roy," she answers. "Now about YOUR fantasy…"

The End….for now