Free Submit and Surrender by Chloe Cox

said, “Pay attention, Olivia.”
    Then he walked over to Adra, threaded his hand through her hair, pulled her head back, and started the scene.
    “You knew the rules, and you broke them,” Ford said, his eyes taking in all of Adra—her big brown eyes, her parted lips, her delicate neck. Her undeniable reaction to him. “Now there are consequences.”

    ~ * ~ * ~

    Adra’s mind went blank.
    For an eternal second, her mind actually went blank.
    There was just Ford’s hand in her hair, his lips so close to hers, his body controlling her own…
    And then she remembered. The scene. This was the scene. He was speaking lines.
    She barely remembered to breathe.
    “This,” Ford said, tightening his grip on Adra’s hair, “shocks her into a submissive mindset. It bypasses thought and goes directly for the body. You see her eyes, the pupils dilated? Her lips parted, her breathing shallow and fast?”
    He was speaking to Olivia. But his eyes never left Adra’s.
    “Yes,” she heard Olivia say.
    “This is where he would kiss her,” Ford said.
    He pulled Adra’s head back just a little more.
    “Softly, at first, but thoroughly,” he said, his eyes on Adra’s lips. “Then harder. Firmer. Establishing dominance.”
    Adra licked her lips and felt her breath hitch. His mouth was so close, hovering over hers while he described what he could do to her. What she was feeling. How it would work.
    And damn him, he was right.
    “This is where she would begin to yield,” he said. “Where she’d begin to feel powerless.”
    He was right . The warm, wet feeling started to spread from her core, her skin dancing with a million little tingles. She was enthralled.
    “Adra, tell them what you feel,” Ford said.
    It was an order.
    “Warm,” she said, before she could stop herself. “Warmth. Light. I need—”
    “She’s starting to lose words,” Ford said softly. “This is the first reason he reminds her of the safeword.”
    He leaned his head down, his mouth by Adra’s ear.
    “Tell me the safeword, Adra,” he said.
    “Red,” she whispered. “It’s red.”
    “What’s the second reason?” Olivia said. Adra could barely hear her.
    “To make sure she knows she’s making the choice,” Ford said. “That she’s choosing to submit. That his dominance is so complete that she doesn’t even have control over her own desires.”
    There was a pause.
    “Oh,” Olivia said quietly.
    “That’s when he leads her over to the bench,” Ford said, walking Adra the short distance to one of Volare’s own spanking benches.
    When he let her go, she missed him. Felt adrift. Staring at the bench, thinking about what it meant. About who was behind her.
    About how he had taken control of this situation without consulting her, without asking. About how she had no idea what this meant, if it meant anything at all. And about how she wanted it to go on so much that she didn’t even care.
    She had her safeword, after all.
    “He would make her look at the bench,” Ford went on. “He’d make sure she knew what it meant, what it was for. This is when she’s confronted with that choice—submit, or safeword out.”
    Adra felt Ford’s hand on her shoulder, pushing her one step forward, just in front of the bench. She couldn’t do this. If she did this, she’d be betraying their friendship. They both would. But Adra would fall so much harder. If she did this, she didn’t know if she could stop. She didn’t know if she could come back from it. She didn’t know if she’d want to.
    “Her mind would be in conflict,” Ford said behind her. “The tension between every social convention, every emotional defense mechanism, telling her not to do this, to run away from what she feels, versus the overwhelming urge to obey. To let go, give in, and be free.”
    Adra closed her eyes. How far would he take this?
    “And then he would give the order,” Ford said.
    His hand pushed on her shoulder.
    “Bend over,” he commanded.
    Adra