Free Secret Submission by Diana Hunter

eyes to look at him. She remained still.
    He now uncoiled from the chair and again she was reminded of the slow grace of a wildcat, moving out on the hunt. She watched him from the corner of her eye as he moved around her, examining her from every angle as she knelt before him.
    Her cheeks reddened, aware of his scrutiny. All week, she’d practiced this position, the only one he’d taught her. She was up to almost 10 minutes before her muscles would cramp and she’d have to move. Only the grin on her face gave away her own pleasure—knowing he was surprised at her endurance—and pleased.
    “Stand.”
    Gracefully, for she had practiced this as well, she stood, only wobbling a little as she rose. She still kept her eyes front, but brought her legs together, leaving her hands behind her.
    He nodded his pleasure, smiling. “You are ready for another position, my slave. Put your feet about a foot apart.”
    She looked down to check how far a foot apart was. Her pussy was more available now, but still comfortably covered. Returning her gaze forward, she gripped her hands tighter, the muscles in her arms beginning to twitch.
    “Now move your feet out another foot.”
    Without looking she did so, her inhale sharp as the cooler air of the room hit her now spread pussy lips. With her feet so far apart, she was open, vulnerable. Her eyelids fluttered a little as elation thrilled through her.
    Walking behind her, he saw her arms trembling. “Let me help you here,” he whispered into her ear. His breath so close increased her desire. She felt the familiar leather around her wrists and heard the familiar “click” as he locked the cuffs in place. Now she could relax her arms a bit, letting the cuffs take some of the pressure of keeping her arms pinioned behind her.
    He rubbed her arms for a moment, feeling her relax under his hands. Moving up to her soft, round shoulders, he massaged them, helping her release some of the tension of a work week made longer with anticipation.
    But he did not want her too relaxed. Not yet. He let his hand slide down over her breast and smiled at her gasp as he passed lightly over her nipple. Letting his hand continue downward, he felt the small roundness of her belly, and lower, the downy hair that covered her mound. She leaned against him and a moan escaped. There was no doubt about her need. Or his.
    And then her stomach growled. Her eyes flew open in embarrassment and he laughed out loud. “Hungry, my slave?”
    “I was too excited to eat lunch, Sir. I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” she admitted.
    He tilted his head sideways as he considered. “Good.” He stepped in front of her, standing close. His scent intoxicated her and her head swam a little. “Then let’s make sure you have an excellent appetite, shall we?” Lightly his hands traced over her shoulders and down her arms, one hand settling on her derrière, the other scooping around to steady her back. His kiss was not gentle.
    The ferocity of his unleashed passion took her by surprise and she recoiled. But he held her tightly and crushed her to him. Her own body now responded and she opened her mouth, letting their tongues entwine, her own ardor matching his. A need echoed in her belly, but it was not food she now was hungry for. His hand squeezed her ass and she leaned into him, wanting him, wanting him to feed her pussy with his sex. Having her arms locked behind her frustrated her, increasing her need.
    Roughly he broke from their kiss and with a small growl he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder as if she were no more than a sack of potatoes. She squealed, and tried not to wiggle lest he drop her. In the bedroom, he threw her on the bed, rolling her over and unlocking her cuffs. Rolling her again onto her back, he grabbed her hands and dragged her up the bed, locking her wrists to the headboard.
    Never had she been treated so forcefully. But she wanted him—needed him. All week Sarah had thought of nothing but