How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 11: It's About Time

     Ten minutes later, they finished their meal. Eric stood up, Amy's breath hitching as she felt him brush her hair away from her neck to remove the collar. He dismissed her with a brief command and a wave of his hand so she could go and shower. Without hesitation, she hurried up  to the guest room to gather a change of clothes and her toiletries, then went across the hall into the bathroom.

After setting her things on the lid of the toilet seat, she pulled back the shower curtain. She set the bottles of Herbal Essences shampoo and conditioner on the ledge, along with her soap and razor then turned on the spray. When it was at a lukewarm temperature, she powered on her iPod from her phone, turning it all the way up and setting it on the sink. The sounds of "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse started playing as she slipped out of the robe, pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower.

Stepping under the shower head, she shut her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the warm water pour over her hair and the rest of her body. She tilted her head to one side, moaning softly as the heat soothed her sore muscles. It felt like heaven and it was exactly what she needed. Turning around, she reached for the shampoo, loudly singing along to the song as she lathered up her hair, not caring if her Master heard her. Maybe he'd enjoy it...if she was lucky. She turned, keeping her eyes shut as she tilted her head back to rinse out the shampoo, the song switching to "The Step and The Walk" by The Duke Spirits.

As she turned back to the shower head, she felt something nudge her hole. She gasped loudly, eyes snapping open immediately. "Ah!" She yelped as two familiar strong arms slipped around her waist, tugging her backward. "Master..." She breathed, tilting her head back against his shoulder, her slick backside meeting his firm chest.

Amy didn't know whether she should be offended or intrigued that he had neglected to ask her for an invite, that he had simply snuck in and taken what he assumed was his...her. Did she forget to lock the door? Apparently she had and now he was taking advantage of it.

Sly bastard!

Surprisingly, he didn't even correct her when she called him "Master," as he had before. She gasped loudly and moaned as the tip of his cock nudged her hole again, fighting for entrance. Her hand lifted to slip into his thick dark hair as he leaned in, biting then pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She trembled beneath his mouth, moaned and licked her lips as he nibbled and rolled his tongue over the curve of her neck. "M-Master..." She murmured, her heart thumping harder as he cupped her breasts in his strong hands, firmly squeezing them. Heat rushed towards her core. She moaned again as he rolled his thumbs over her nipples in a circular motion, "wh-what are you doing in here?"

He took a nipple in between two fingers and pinched. She yelped, squirming in his arms and whimpering, pleasure shooting straight down to her toes. His palm struck her breast, an aching pain momentarily spreading through her chest. "It's 'sir' to you, Amy. And it's my condo, my bathroom, my shower, I can go wherever I please."

She sighed softly, biting her lip as he gave her breasts another squeeze then crushed them in his palms, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Yes, sir, it is, but I do like the sound of 'Master' more."

He buried his fingers in her wet hair and quickly tugged her head back with a growl. "When you've proven yourself worthy of being my sub, then you can call me 'Master.' And you've still got a long way to go, darlin.'" He nipped at her ear lobe.

Amy winced at the shock waves of pain in her scalp, moaned at the nip to her lobe. As weird as it may seem to others, she was actually starting to like this roughness of his. Not the belt spankings, no way, that she could do without. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

Removing his hand from her hair, he slid his arms around her waist again. "I heard another Amy whining in here earlier."

"Oh, you mean Amy Whyyy-" Her hips rocked forward instinctively as his right hand slid in between her thighs, two of his fingers slipping through her moist folds. "Ahh!" Finding her nub, he rubbed it, slow and hard, drawing out her pleasure. She moaned, shuddered, her breathing quickening along with her heart, fingers tugging at his hair. "Oh fuck...sir. More, please..."