Page 55 of Secret Submission

Then she let herself drop, sliding down his full length, filling herself up. With one leg on either side of him, she was riding him again, almost the same way she had in the Locker Room, but this time, he could lean against the chair, so she didn’t have to worry about throwing him off balance. Her hands moved over the ropes, over his chest, and up to pull the blindfold off.

He blinked as he looked up at her, then she began to rise again, and the focused look in his eyes immediately shifted back to hazy. Capturing his lips with hers, Julie started moving.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Taking her time, the way she hadn’t been able to at Stronghold.

The way she’d wanted to.

And with him tied even more firmly in place than he had been at the club, she was able to do exactly what she wanted.

Up and down, rocking on him, leaving him tensing and shuddering as he did his best not to cum before her. She used him for her pleasure, grinding her clit against him. The movements made her nipples brush against the rope, stimulating her further as her passion grew, the pleasure swirling inside her.

Finally, she gave in to the urge to move faster, harder. Connor cried out beneath her, his hips attempting to thrust up, making the chair creak again.

“Come for me,” she whispered. As her own peak neared, she impaled herself on his cock again. “Come for me, Connor.”

Shuddering, throwing his head back, she felt his climax just as her own hit, her body clamping down around his cock as he released inside her. The staggering intimacy of the moment, of their mutual rapture, rocked her to her core both physically and emotionally.

It was the perfect moment.

Too perfect.

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Julie

“There has to be something wrong with him.”

“Or, and hear me out, maybe there’s something wrong with you,” Olivia countered.

Julie rolled her eyes even though she knew her friends couldn’t see her. They were doing a three-way chat but without the video. She had pulled the starter out of the fridge this morning, so she could bake some loaves for the barbeque tomorrow. Connor was spending the day with his friends.

Was she hurt about not being invited to that? Only if the other girlfriends also weren’t invited. Which she didn’t know, and she hadn’t asked. But if they were, and she hadn’t been, then that would be a problem.

Olivia would tell me I’m looking for problems.

Which was why she hadn’t said the words out loud.

“Nobody is perfect.” Julie measured out the flour with her kitchen scale, moving by rote through the recipe. She’d made it once a week for the past year and barely had to think about it anymore.

“But he might be perfect for you,” Camille chimed in.

Her positive outlook ever since she’d hooked up with Freddy had become almost nauseating. Not that Julie wanted her friend to be miserable again—before Freddy, she’d been both lonely and stuck in a terrible job—but a little cynicism now and again might be nice.

“Nobody is perfect, but that doesn’t mean their imperfections are deal breakers.”

“Says the Domme who actually has what is close to the perfect sub,” Olivia teased. Her fiancé, Luke, had not been a submissive before he’d met Olivia, and there had definitely been some bumps on the road to happily ever after. Freddy, on the other hand, had been a club submissive for years before finally meeting and falling for Camille.

Camille snorted.

“You wouldn’t think he was so perfect if you were living with him. The milk carton was empty again this morning when I went to get some for my coffee.”

Both Olivia and Julie groaned in sympathy.

“Okay, so he has one flaw,” Olivia admitted. “And it’s not even really a flaw since you know he’s leaving it there to remind himself to get more.”

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