Free Submitting to Her by Max Sebastian Page A

are so selfish, always thinking
about number one. And back then, I was still the same selfish guy,
I realize that. But the thing was, what I wanted more than anything
was Zoey, and so I found myself putting in a serious amount of
effort to make her feel good in the hope I'd keep her.
    "Oh God, that feels amazing…"
    It wasn't too hard to pick up, actually. I
experimented using different parts of my hand, the tips of my
fingers, even my wrist and forearm. When something seemed good, I
ran with it for a little while before moving on to something
else.
    "You done this before, Aiden?" she asked. She
made me feel so warm inside using my first name now, it seemed so
soft, somehow, part of my reward.
    "Nope," I said. "First time."
    "Seriously? You never did this for a girl
before?"
    "Never."
    "You're pretty good. But seriously? Where the
hell did you go to college? The guys were always giving us back
rubs - it was an easy way to - "
    "Get into your panties?"
    "Well, maybe I shouldn't say 'easy'."
    I couldn't help but wonder what Zoey would
look like in her tennis outfit, with some Ivy League groupies on
hand to give her rub-downs after her matches. The jealousy burned
inside me, but I found I actually liked the idea that this hot
sports girl was now stretched out in front of me, and I could run
my hands all the way down her body, almost. Certainly I pushed the
boundaries on how far my hands could venture under her towel,
anyway.
    "You like me talking about getting massages
by other guys?"
    "Not particularly."
    "You're jealous? Everyone in the office says
you date a different girl every week."
    "It was never every week," I insisted, though
I'd noticed a hint of admiration in her voice, pride in her own
ability to tame such an apparently wild animal.
    "Well, you don't get to do that any
more."
    "No, Ma'am."
    That warmed my insides like I couldn't
believe - she wanted me to commit to her, to see only her. I was
more than willing, strange as it seemed considering my dating
history.
    A little more oil, and I moved on to her
legs, teasing out her calves and thighs, and then moving up to slip
not-so-innocently under the towel again, this time from below.
Edging a little further each time, seeing her smile as I managed to
spread the oil up over her round behind.
    "Feel good?" I asked her, edging up the towel
now to expose her behind, and the pinkness that lay between her
thighs.
    "Oh, yeah," she moaned, then flinched and
giggled as I poured a little cool oil over her buttocks, before
boldly using both hands to squeeze and fondle her flesh there.
    Well, this girl had allowed me to wedge my
face into her pussy, so I guess she was warming up to the idea of
me seeing her naked. As I massaged her pert derriere and her
thighs, I drew her legs apart a little, and she wasn't stopping me.
Was this all par for the course for a massage? Is this what
happened to her after tennis in college, and when she had her
injuries?
    She said: "Are you sorry I've forced you to
stick with me now?"
    "Not at all."
    "You seem to like it."
    "Like it?"
    "Being led by a woman. I would never have
thought."
    My hands got closer and closer to her pussy,
the inner edges of my hands even brushing over the edges of her
sensitive pinkness here and there as I rubbed her butt, sweeping my
hands down her inner thighs.
    The little groans as I did so made me bolder,
so that I was actually nudging her pussy lips, squeezing them
together as my two hands swept down her body.
    "I don't have a problem with it," I said.
    "I'm surprised. You never struck me as
someone who would be told what to do by someone like me."
    "I probably wasn't. You opened my eyes."
    I wanted to bury my face between her thighs,
but she hadn't told me to. Would I cross the line into disobedience
by doing so?
    "You want me to turn over?" she asked, and I
agreed as though it was something I'd been just about to request. I
had conversation privileges, but the power was still hers, after
all.
    The towel slipped to the