Hunter - Submission Revealed

An Elloras Cave Romantica Publication

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Submission Revealed

ISBN 9781419911194

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Submission Revealed Copyright 2007 Diana Hunter

Edited by Pamela Campbell.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication May 2007

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Submission Revealed

Diana Hunter

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The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Corvette: General Motors Corporation

HickeyFreeman: HickeyFreeman Co., Inc.

Saturn: Saturn Corporation

Prologue

Sarah always thought of this room as Phillips dungeon, even though the surrounding cream-colored walls reflected the morning sunlight when it poured in through the rooms only window. Every once in a while the suns rays would fall just right and glint off the bars of an uncovered cage, making her squint against the glare. When the room was filled with light, only the furnishings gave away the more sinister aspects of the refurbished cottage bedroom.

No sunlight blinded her now, though. This Friday night, soft candlelight glimmered off the rich wood of the new contraption before her. Sarah shivered, goose bumps rising on her naked skin as she contemplated the black leather straps and padded surfaces that attached to the wood with solid metal brads. This was a piece of furniture designed to immobilize the unfortunate soul strapped onto it.

She smiled. Or the fortunate one. Her heart beat harder as the love of her life stepped behind her and slid his arms around her waist. Knowing enough to keep her arms at her sides, Sarah couldnt resist leaning back into the wonderful strength of Phillip Townsend.

Cold? Or excited?

His rich voice, soft and sexy, murmured in her ear. Sarah turned her head so she could look up into his wonderful brown eyes. Both, she replied, gasping a bit when his warm hand slid along the valley where her belly met her thigh. With arrow-sureness, his finger dipped between her parted legs to find the evidence of her arousal.

Id say more excited than cold, my dear slave girl.

Sarah loved it when he called her that. She snuggled her back against him, brushing the side of her cheek against the soft material of his T-shirt. Although she wore nothing except leather cuffs around each wrist and ankle, Phillip remained fully clothed. The subtle statement of power was not lost on her. Especially not when he dragged his wet finger up along her belly, tracing her white cream in a line from her shaven mound all the way to her belly button.

So have you figured out what it is? Phillips voice murmured in her ear, the caress of his breath weakening her knees. Trying to focus on the new piece of furniture, Sarah blinked hard and stared at the oddly placed pieces of wood and leather. The narrow top couldnt be more than six inches wide, she decidedonly about two feet long and covered with black leather that gleamed in the candlelight.

Four legs supported the well-padded top, each leg splayed out for stability. Smaller pieces of wood, also padded in black leather, were bolted to each support. Black straps hung from several places on the contraption.

It looks like a mutant sawhorse, she finally proclaimed.

Phillips deep baritone laugh filled the room. Youre not that far off. Gently he guided her closer. Come stand here at the end. Now, lean forward and kneel on the two back pads.

In order to do so, Sarah had to spread her legs wide enough to straddle the top of the horse, leaning on her hands to keep her balance. She could see two divots cut out of the top pad, making it look like one of those Road Narrows signs one always sees before an old bridge. A sneaking suspicion began forming in her imagination as to what was coming but she kept her counsel, preferring to let Phillip take her along at his own pace.

Lie down.

His hand steadied her as Sarah shifted, putting her hands down on the lower front two pads to lie along the length of the padded top. The leather, cold on her skin, made her shiver as her breasts neatly fell into place on either side of the divot, confirming her earlier suspicion about that irregularity in the design.

She set her cheek on the cool leather and smiled as Phillip adjusted her position, thoroughly enjoying how he played with her body as if he were a sculptor molding clay. When he pulled her back along the top just a smidge and walked around, inspecting her from every side, Sarah watched him until he disappeared behind her. Suddenly she realized how vulnerable she was, kneeling on this bench with her rear end and pussy presented to him almost as if on a plate.

She felt Phillip bring the cold strap across her lower back. He slid the end through a metal buckle that hung on the far side of the contraption and she gasped as he cinched it tight.

I do not want my slave to think she can escape.

Sarah resisted the urge to wiggle as he brought a second belt across her middle that strapped her chest tightly to the top of the bench.

Phillip adjusted the position of her left leg before fastening her calf to the pad with two more wide web belts, one across her ankle and one up by her knee. When he did the same to the other leg, Sarah found she was caught fast from just above her waist, down to her ankles.

He knelt beside her where she could just make him out in the dim light. The candle burned behind him and his shadow fell across her face.

I like seeing you so open and vulnerable, my slave. So ready to do my bidding. His long fingers brushed her hair back so the stray strands did not get into her eyes. You have no idea what Im going to do to you. And yet you place yourself in my hands, ready to accept pleasure or pain.

Yes, Sir, she murmured, knowing he had earned her trust.

Taking her hand, he laid her arm along the front pad before belting both forearm and wrist snugly against the leather. Satisfied, he walked around to fasten the other arm and she resisted the urge to turn her head and watch his panther-like tread. As usual, he wore no shoes or socks, allowing him to move silently when he didnt want her to know his exact whereabouts in the room.

You like this bench, slave?

His name for her never failed to produce an arousal. Had it been only two months since theyd kissed on the beach and hed told her he liked his women compliant? Of course, at that time, she hadnt understood what he meant. After years of being a good girl, then a dutiful wife, Sarah had decided the time was ripe for her to be naughty. That he might mean sex with bondage had never entered her mind. Nor had submission.