The Art of Submissive Survival - Book Two in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy Read Free

opened her mouth to speak but no words came out as Mrs Peters hands joined the dildo in circling, but not touching the source of her body’s craving.
    Lee’s mouth, already dry, felt as if it was going to cleave shut as he watched them. The sight of Miss Sarah at the edge of control, of wanting to be fucked as badly as he did, was too much. He knew that if he didn’t focus very hard over the next few minutes he was going to come himself, whether someone touched him or not.
    ‘So what do you think, Miss Sarah? Shall I plug you, or shall I just sort myself out?’ Laura stepped away from the frame, and fixed her gaze on Sarah’s while she eased the dildo’s length slowly in and out of herself.
    Silence seemed to consume the room for a moment, and then, just as Lee thought she would make it, Miss Sarah spoke, ‘Please, madam, fuck me.’ Her voice, still remarkably calm, had an undeniable hunger to it and was all the encouragement her boss required as she plunged the doubler into Miss Sarah.
    Pulling the clamps from her tits, Mrs Peters feasted on their wounds for a moment as she rode her assistant. Then as her captive started to mewl louder she fastened her mouth to Miss Sarah’s and they kissed as savagely as they screwed.
    Lee couldn’t help it. His spunk shot across the room for the second time that morning as he witnessed the bound mistress succumb to the dominance of her superior with a final cry of release; a release echoed by Mrs Peters’ body, but without the undisciplined sound effects.
    Freeing Miss Sarah a few minutes later, Mrs Peters said, ‘You are indeed an expert in your field, Miss Sarah. Thank you for such a satisfying demonstration of your self-control. No wonder your clients are always so keen to return.’
    Gently manoeuvring the strain from her shoulders, Miss Sarah thanked Mrs Peters, and then, as if nothing had happened, turned to Lee. ‘You were not given permission to come.’
    Lee lowered his eyes, but felt it best not to speak.
    ‘Do you require me to punish him further, Mrs Peters?’
    Laura’s eyes narrowed, ‘I think perhaps he has begun to enjoy his punishments too much. He can clean this lot up and then return to the bar.’
    She looked steadily at Lee, ‘And you are not to wank for 24 hours. I shall know if you do.’

Chapter Two
    Although she had visited the majority of the facilities provided by the hotel, until now Jess had managed to avoid the gymnasium. The bookings to use the spa and sports equipment were handled by a separate reception at the entrance to the gym, and the closest Jess had got to it was to point the Fables guests in the right direction.
    Waiting just inside the sports hall, Jess was reminded of the horror of games lessons at school, the humiliation of the changing rooms, and the hour of hell she’d endured three times a week when she’d totally failed to be good at any sport at all. A humiliation that had stayed with her, putting her off all sport for the rest of her life.
    She hated the smell of the place, the sort of antiseptic chlorine-style aroma with an undercurrent of sweat. The air felt heavy and trapped, as if impatient for the day’s activity to get underway. Even though it was only seven in the morning, Jess could see two eager tennis players making their way to a court at the far side of the hall, their footsteps echoing against the floor.
    Notepad and pen firmly to hand, Jess looked around impatiently for a member of the sports staff to arrive. The gymnasium had been closed for a safety and stock check, and Jess was required to take notes of any adjustments or purchases that needed to be made. She checked her watch again; her accomplice was already ten minutes late. She was just considering reporting back to Reception when she saw Miss Sarah approaching, suitably attired in a figure hugging Lycra sports top and leggings.
    For a fleeting second she considered it a possibility that Miss Sarah was coming to help her stock take, but dismissed the