Free Wild Submission by Roxy Sloane

off the hook. But only because Vaughn is taking me out to
lunch,” she adds. “And that means I’m in a great mood.” Keely swans
out, no doubt off to meet her fiancé for some sexy fun.
    I pause. Keely’s right: I am distracted. I
feel like I’ve had a hard-on for days, and it’s all I can think
about. Isabelle, submitting to me, the sound of her moans
    My hand moves of its own accord, reaching
for the phone. I’m dialing the number before I can second-guess
what I’m about to do.
    “Isabelle?” I say when she answers. “Get in
a cab, right now.”
    * * *
    Twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at the
door. Jeannie opens it. “Miss Ashcroft to see you.”
    I nod brusquely, staying seated. “Show her
in. And hold my calls for the rest of the afternoon.”
    Jeannie nods, withdrawing. Isabelle steps
into the room, radiant in a simple sundress that shows off the
swell of her creamy breasts. She’s smiling. “I’m glad you called,”
she says. “Did you want to go grab some lunch?”
    “That’s not what I have in mind. Lock the
door behind you,” I tell her softly.
    Her eyes widen with excitement. She does as
I say. Power ripples through my body. Finally, it’s time to show
her what I want.
    “Come here, and get on your knees.”
    Isabelle’s gaze flickers towards the door.
“Here?”
    I can hear the shock in her voice. “Yes.
Here, now. It doesn’t matter if we’re in the middle of Times
Square, at the club or in my home, when I give you an order, I
expect you to obey. Understood?”
    Isabelle nods, places her purse on a chair
and walks closer. I point to the rug beside me. Silently, she drops
to her knees.
    Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Gazing up at me with
those blue eyes. Meek and obedient.
    “Put your hands behind your back,” I
instruct her. “Now open your mouth.”
    Isabelle wets her lips, then parts them,
pink and moist.
    My cock leaps hungrily, straining against my
fly.
    “This is the sub’s position,” I tell her.
“When I tell you to assume the position, this is what I mean. No
argument, no hesitation.”
    Isabelle nods eagerly. Eyeing my pants, she
licks her lips again.
    I won’t make her wait any longer.
    I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly. The
head of my cock springs free, already swollen and moist with
precum. I lean back in my chair and tuck my hands behind my head in
a pose of total nonchalance.
    “Now, show me what that pretty mouth can do.
Just your mouth.” I add.
    I can see the anticipation in Isabelle’s
eyes as she leans forward, hands locked behind her back. Her warm
breath envelops me and I have to resist thrusting deep between
those wet lips.
    Slowly, slowly now.
    Isabelle opens her mouth wider. She laps
slowly at the head, then closes her lips around me and swirls her
tongue around.
    Fuck. A guttural groan escapes me. Her
tongue strokes the underside of my cock, pressing on that
ultra-sensitive spot beneath the head. I have to grip the armrests
to keep from exploding right now.
    “Now suck me,” I command.
    She scoots closer, angling to take me deeper
into that miraculous mouth. She slides down my cock, taking me to
the back of her throat, then lifts her head again, suctioning tight
with her lips.
    Goddamn.
    I lean back in the chair, reveling in the
hot, wet slide of her mouth. My cock is so hard it hurts, and every
lick and suck drives me crazy.
    Isabelle looks up at me, her mouth around my
dick. A strap of her sundress slips loose, revealing the taut rosy
tip of her nipple. Her tongue flickers rapidly, licking up my salty
pre-cum.
    It’s so fucking sexy, I can’t take it. I’m
too close to the edge, too soon. I grab a fistful of silky blonde
hair and tug her head, fighting the urge to spurt my hot seed all
over her gorgeous face.
    But Isabelle won’t be stopped. Her head bobs
in my lap and her juicy pink lips slide over my glistening shaft,
sucking me off deep in her throat. She gazes up at me, urging me on
with every stroke, moaning softly as she sucks.
    Fuck