Free Submission Dance by Lori King

think my
whole condo could fit into this one bedroom suite. I went for the bare basics
when I bought it, and honestly it’s just been too much of a hassle to move, so
I’ve stayed put.”
    She was pleased when he reached
for her, and she moved willingly into his arms. “I’m not sure what’s happening
here, Marley. Usually, if I take a sub, I enjoy the scene and the aftercare,
and then leave, but I can’t even seem to manage a scene with you. The moment
you start moaning and panting I just want to sink into you and hold you against
me.”
    “So what are you waiting for?” she
asked, noting how quickly his cock thickened in response.
    “Fuck if I know,” he said, before
bending to lift her into his arms. She still held all of the items she’d
collected as he carried her into the enormous shower, but he paused to allow
her to hang the towels on chrome hooks just outside of the waterline. He set
her on her feet, and reached for the shower controls. “Hot or scorching?”
    His hand lurched on the control,
jerking it to cold when her fingers wrapped around his semi-hard cock, and she
murmured, “Scorching.”
    “Naughty sub,
what do you think you’re doing touching me without permission?” Just like that
he’d pulled his arrogant Dom armor back in place, and he shoved her hand away
with decidedly less force than his words implied. “On your knees.”
    She hesitated, and his jaw
flexed. Dropping to her knees on the cold tile, she tried to mesh the sweet man
who just carried her into the shower with the powerful one that seemed to replace
him in front of her eyes. His voice took on a deeper, huskier tone, and his
spine stiffened as she continued to look at him. “Your eyes should be down,
Marley. I know we’ve started this relationship backwards, but I don’t intend to
let you have control anytime soon. Now, why don’t you take this soap and cloth
and help me get clean before we work to get dirty again.”
    When she accepted the directive
without argument, he reached over her head and turned on the second shower
head. Warm water sprayed over her back, and she sighed contentedly, spreading
the soap on the washcloth before she reached for him. He groaned appreciatively
as she started soaping each individual toe delicately. It delighted her to find
out he was ticklish on the soles of his feet. Fighting back a smile, she tried
to focus on her task, running the cloth up over his muscular calves, and knees,
to his powerful thighs. Thighs that he used to pump his cock into her just a
few minutes ago. Her pussy clenched with remembered pleasure, and she bit her
lip.
    Lex grabbed her hair, and tilted
her head back, “What was that thought, princess?”
    Her mouth opened and closed as
she struggled to think clearly. His cock was mere inches from her face, and his
hand was once again causing ripples of joy to course through her just by
pulling at her hair.
    “Yes, that thought. I want
to hear it in detail, because it made your eyes glaze over and your nipples
hard, lover. Anything that creates that kind of reaction is important to me.”
Lex murmured, releasing his pull to stroke her head, and down to cup her jaw.
    “I was thinking about the way
your cock filled me up perfectly.” She murmured, her words quiet enough she
wondered if he even heard her. Swallowing hard, she added, “Sir.”
     Lex’s face remained
emotionless, but his cock twitched in front of her, drawing her eyes. She hadn’t
really had a chance to survey it up close until now, and she wasn’t disappointed.
Thick and long, his uncut length was impressive above a pair of large, heavy-hanging
balls. The line of curly hair that started between his nipples ended here, in a
neatly trimmed patch of hair at the base of his shaft. It displayed the V of
muscle between his hips and his groin perfectly, and she ached to lick that
groove.
    “May I finish washing you now,
Sir?” she asked, feeling more confident about her skills of seduction when his
eyes