Embedded Submission

Two weeks out of the year. They were one of the few things Gail didn't budge on with any employer. She'd happily work some overtime, skip lunch here and there, and endure the useless meetings. But those two weeks in the summer were hers. An escape from work. Reprieve from the world. The one manager she had a couple years ago who tried to cut into that learned quickly she both didn't budge and was too valuable a researcher to threaten firing. Her current boss though understood perfectly. "Go have fun. Reset yourself and kick ass when you get back."

The place Gail was headed was a little beach house her family maintained. They had started leasing it when she was eight. They'd all go swimming and beach walking every year. When she turned nineteen, she and her siblings (well, mostly them since they were older and had better paying jobs) helped their parents outright buy it. And with that they established a tradition. Everyone chipped in to maintain that little house. And in turn they all used it as a getaway.

Sometimes they went together as a family. As time passed and everyone grew just a bit different, they'd often take their own trips out. Mostly in the summer, but her oldest brother liked it in winter of all times. Late summer was Gail's preferred time to go each year. A few times by herself. Sometimes with a friend. Occasionally with a lover. That latter had been a plan right up until her last boyfriend broke up with her in March. It was messy and sucked, but she got through it well enough. Plenty of friends comforted and helped her through it, including Michael. And it was him she invited along this time.

Childhood friends. Same elementary and highschool. They had bonded over shared interests in music, competing in a friendly way at the trumpet. Birthdays often saw them inviting each other. In highschool they became part of a bigger friend group. And even though they all went to different colleges, the whole group stayed in touch. Sometimes they'd gone out together on trips like the ones Gail's family took, even now. Michael and her though were especially close. Never dated, despite the teasing and encouragement of their good. But shared secrets, advice on lovers. She'd almost call him a sibling, one she definitely, definitely hadn't had crushes on through the years. And that had no bearing on inviting him to go with her this time.

Her long dark hair billowed as she let the window down a bit. She could feel how close she was to the ocean just from the air outside the car, the subtle scent of being near the coast. It relaxed her all the more. Next to her, Michael watched the trees go by and stretched. He was just a bit taller than her. He kept his light brown hair a bit long and wavy but stopping at his neck. His eyes were a rich hazel against her brown ones. She envied that just a bit: her mom had green eyes and she grew up wishing that had passed to her. Her focus was mainly on the road and music, but her attention shifted just a bit as he started talking.

"Getting close I'm guessing. Been years since I've come along for one of these. Wasn't it back in middle school?" She had to think for a moment to remember the trip he referenced, then immediately smiled. It had been an oddity in those family trips, but one of her siblings had convinced their parents to bring a plus one. So they all got to. Hers was Michael, to the surprise of no one.

"Yep. Pretty sure my brother didn't get what he was hoping for though." That immediately got a laugh from Michael. Her older brothers and sister were watched like hawks through that trip. Michael and Gail hadn't noticed anything at the time of course, but looking back it was clear as day what that sibling wanted to happen. She smirked faintly, then remarked casually "That said, we went to the beach with the group a few years ago. Ya gone since then?"

"Nah, not something I think to do on my own. If people are going, sure. But otherwise it's a bit long of a drive." He had a point there. For Gail, the times she went alone were a bit less fulfilling, but still worthwhile. Without anyone else though? Where her and Michael were coming from, it was multiple hours of driving. Being by yourself for that would just make the hours stretch painfully. And some people just didn't like the beach as much. She hummed acknowledgement and checked the next few exit signs.

There. Off of the interstate, then a meandering route until they hit a small neighborhood that you could practically hear the ocean from. Well, maybe it was a bit further, but still. Gail rolled the car into a driveway, popping the trunk open before stepping out and stretching. Michael in turn looked at the beach house and chuckled. "Wow... that's a lot of nostalgia in one dose."

"It always is a bit, even for me." Perhaps that was an understatement. A large chunk of Gail's memories were here. She grinned, a bit of giddiness hitting her. "Let's unpack and settle in then!" A similar energy seemed to hit him, briefly revitalizing the pair. He nodded and they got to work.

About half an hour later, they were fully settled in. Clothes unpacked in respective bedrooms, coolers unloaded into the fridge, toiletries and all arranged... All as it should be. They had both sat on the couch, tired from the drive and process of effectively moving in for the next couple weeks. A quick discussion had food being delivered for the evening. So now they rested, watching TV. Neither quite had the energy to want to go out to the beach yet. Maybe at night if they were still up.

Michael seemed to recover his energy faster than her, speaking up over an unimportant scene. "It's been a while since we've hung out. I've missed it." Unlike her, he had taken to finances and had better hours than her. More freedom across the board. But that wasn't entirely what he was talking about, at least to her guess. Gail's ex came pretty firmly to mind.

"... Yeah, I have too. You can blame Fred for that." She'd been with the guy for close to a year. They'd met on Tinder and learned they had similar interests and got along well on the first couple dates. Then they dabbled some and learned that matchup was even stronger when it came to bedroom dynamics. Gail was a full sub, enough spirit to mouth off but quick enough to kneel. Fredrick filled the other side of that equation beautifully. Within weeks they were spending more and more evenings together, until they just started spending everyday together outside of work. Hell, intimacy invaded work subtly too.

Were it not for her interest in a 24/7 dynamic, maybe that would have warned her what the problem was inevitably going to be. As it was, Gail enjoyed it right up until he started getting jealous of time with friends. She had tolerated it for a while and gave up time on several occasions. But it boiled over into fights when Fred started wanting her to get permission from him to see others. Specifically, anyone he saw as competition. Things crumbled fast after one night where she chewed him out for it.

As she mulled it over Michael cut in with a comment on it. "I did tell you the guy actually contacted ME once, right? That was certainly a day."

"Yeah. I couldn't forget that bit even if I tried." Nor the fight that came after she learned about the call. It might not have been the straw that broke the camel's back, but it certainly came from the same bag of hay. "Dumbass was allegedly scared of you. Nevermind the fact that you and I have never dated or anything. Insecure wuss just couldn't handle the idea of me having a long term guy friend."

"I mean, I kinda get that piece of it. Oh, he handled it wrong for sure." Michael was quick to reassure her as her eyebrows went up. "Some guys get worried they aren't good enough though. Especially if they think they got a catch and are lucky. They don't wanna lose a good thing. And you're definitely that."

Gail paused, blushing faintly for a moment. "Shut up..." His chuckling made her blush a bit more before promptly giving him a small shove. She then remembered a couple more details and groaned. "I just can't believe he told you all that shit... Like, you and I had talked about it before so I wasn't as embarrassed as some would be. Just angry that he tried to flex... well, that." He'd told Michael she was owned by him. Fred's friends knew, with her consent. She distinctly recalled him giving an order and her promptly responding to it in a group setting, much to surprise then lewd amusement. But her group didn't, mostly. She wasn't quite that close with anyone but Michael.

Michael sympathized with that, irk evident on his face. "It was a dick move on his part. Wanted to kick his ass for just sharing your stuff like that without your knowledge." Gail made an affirming noise and started to respond, only for the doorbell to ring. They resettled with food, forgetting that portion of the conversation. They'd had a small meal on the road, but it'd been several hours. And eating at one's leisure on a couch beats a stiff chair in a fast food place any day.

Fifteen to twenty minutes later, food was done. Gail moved up to get trash, only for Michael to wave her back down and grab the bags. "Nonono, sit. I got it, just relax." She paused, then sat back and straightened a bit. Her hands almost instinctively knit together, then paused and just rested lightly in her lap. He smiled and continued "You drove us here after all. Least I can do" before walking into the kitchen. She nodded, taking a breath and then leaning back into the couch. Once he was fully out of the room she looked hard at her hands, blushing slightly.

Had she actually almost done that? A hand went to cover her mouth in embarrassment as she tried to shake the feeling. Yeah, no, she had. She had almost assumed posture. But that didn't normally happen! Tone was a factor for triggering the commands. Sure, sometimes Gail had a very brief pause when someone said something in kinda the right way. But she could suppress that easily, especially with strangers. God, she had started to glance down too!

It was a distinct lingering effect from that relationship. Fred and her had drilled several commands and her general obedience. There was a correct way to "sit" when told. A proper way to "kneel". So on and so forth. And she had immensely enjoyed that. When they broke up, it sucked losing that. But her mind remembered well... seemingly in the most awkward of moments! It took a few seconds and slow breaths to compose herself. Thankfully, she felt like it was well enough sorted by the time Michael came back in. He smiled, then quietly yawned

"I don't know about you, but food coma is definitely hitting. You cool with just resting tonight, hitting the beach early tomorrow?" Michael's proposal got immediate concurrence from her. She had mulled over it some while eating and was going to bring it up after a few minutes. So they took the rest of the evening at a relaxed pace. The house had two showers, so they each effectively had their own bathroom space. That'd make things so much easier over the next couple weeks...

In bed, she found herself quietly thinking over that moment more though. Nestling under a blanket, she turned it over in her head. It was probably because HE said it. And there was just enough firmness to it that she responded. If the words had just a bit more edge or purpose, she might have done it for him. A bit of guilt crossed through Gail's head though. Michael hadn't ever indicated wanting to date her. And she didn't want to ruin the trip with the urge going through her head. Hell, odds were he wasn't even into that. Reluctantly, she bit the feeling down some and adjusted more in bed. It wouldn't come up again most likely. It'd be fine.

Morning arrived. Gail woke up first, having barely remembered to set an alarm the night before. She started cooking some sausage and eggs, then frying toast in the pan as Michael blearily walked in. He almost immediately smiled though. "That smells really good right now. Anything I can do to help?" She glanced over, briefly stiffening. He had just come out in swim trunks already, leaving his chest uncovered. He wasn't especially fit, but a certain sliver of her brain didn't care with him.

That thought got promptly buried though as she smiled. "You can eat, for one. Food is basically done. But, if you wanna help make a couple sandwiches for lunch later that'd work well." She set plates on a nearby table, them both sitting to eat. While doing so Gail stole another small glance or two, but made some small talk about plans. "Thinking we go out, have lunch beach-side, come back at around 1:00 when the beach is getting a bit too hot, then maybe do a later evening walk out there. Does that work for you?"

"Yeah, that seems like a good idea!" He wiped a bit of egg up with toast as he talked. "Decent point to rest some, recuperate. The sun really can be brutal during that chunk of the day." Gail gave an affirming noise, then worked on finishing her food. When they were both about done Michael spoke up again. "Why don't you go change, I'll handle lunch prep. Then we'll pack a bag and roll out after." She was still in pajamas so it worked out. With a quick thank you, she slipped off.

When Gail came back out, it was in a black swim dress with a white flower motif. When Michael glanced over he immediately remarked "Oh that's incredibly cute on you!" She blushed promptly and politely protested. He was firm on it though as he smiled. "No really, it is. I've got lunch and drinks in the cooler, we just need towels and sunscreen I think."

"Thanks... on both fronts. I'll get those." Still flustered a bit, she started loading the last bag they needed. Not too long after she was giving him directions in the car as they drove out to the beach. Gail felt a bit absent minded as she did, still quietly buzzed from the compliment. It didn't help that she saw Michael glance over here and there on the drive. She decided to tease a moment about it at a red light. "I can see you, you know."

"Yeah?" He looked over properly, for a brief moment smirking. "I was wondering if the sun was already getting to you. Your cheeks are awfully flushed." That made Gail's eyes widen as Michael grinned. She promptly stuck her tongue out at him, then looked out the window. He just chuckled and started driving again as the light turned. It gave her a small shiver though. That... was awfully deliberate. After a few seconds though he needed to know the next turn, so the moment passed.

The lot they parked in was already pretty full. But not packed like it would be in a couple hours. Sunscreen was applied, then they walked. Sidewalk turned to boardwalk then finally to sand as they got in proper. For a few minutes, Gail forgot about everything else. Waves splashed the shoreline before her, children ran around under watchful eyes, and adults swam and sat and talked. Noisy, undeniably. But nostalgia and joy for her.

Swimming was her main focus for a couple hours. Swimming and chilling in the water. Michael had to remind her to put on sunscreen initially. She had half considered asking him for help... but that may have been too much. The earlier thing could have just been teasing after all. They'd caught up a lot in the car, but there was still plenty Gail could find to chat with him about. Gossip within the friend group. Nonsense at work. Memories of fun moments.

After that they rested on the shore for an hour and had lunch. While eating sandwiches they both sat quieter, watching a college group go by. Unconsciously, and then more consciously, Gail found herself stealing small glances. He had been looking earlier... was it just flirting? Or was it a bit more? Had Michael actually noticed the little moment last night? She finished her sandwich a bit mechanically while thinking it over.

"Hey, I noticed something a few minutes ago." Gail startled. Michael hadn't looked over, still finishing his sandwich. She gave him a questioning look as she swallowed a bit of nervousness. He continued "Your shoulders and part of your back. You didn't apply enough sunscreen to them."

She immediately checked her shoulders and tried for a split second to get a look at her back. They were maybe a bit red? She wasn't sure though. "I can't really see it properly. You sure?" He nodded. She paused, then tried to relax herself and asked "Think you could get the spot for me? It's a bit hard reaching that area."

"Yeah I can do that." He grabbed some sunscreen from a bag and stood. She got up also, only for him to shake his head. "Easier to do if you're not standing. Kneel." ... Kneel. The tone... his tone was different for a moment, wasn't it? Surely Michael didn't just deliberately order it. But she reacted almost immediately, settling with her knees on the towel they laid out. Legs a bit apart, hands on thighs. With it, a part of Gail's brain quieted even as the other part panicked. He definitely had. But what if not? Was the pose noticeable? Should she adjust?

Michael didn't seem to notice, much to her relief. The worried part of her head quieted just a bit as he applied sunscreen for her. Once done, he nodded to himself. "Think we've got another hour or so. Mind checking my own sunscreen to be sure?" She quickly nodded and got up, helping him apply a bit to his upper back before handling the rest of her body. Once done, he smiled. The thank you she got made her happy. But it wasn't the only thing he said. As he walked past her towards the water, she caught a very quiet followup.

"Good girl."

Everything froze. She stared at his back as he walked. Her heart rate picked up even as her breath caught in that moment. Maybe if it were quieter, Gail would have believed she imagined it. Michael definitely said it though. If she were to bet money, given the tone he used he was probably smiling right now. He knew exactly what he did. That was a step past flirting for her: it was a statement, one she didn't know Michael was the sort to make.

It was him saying he was a dom. And that the couple subtle things were deliberate.

Of all the things they shared, Michael was a bit quieter about his interests. He was flirty, but didn't talk about his romantic life. He'd had a girlfriend here and there, but what happened behind closed doors wasn't brought up. Right up until this moment. Gail suddenly had a very distinct guess of what those things were. He was a dom... and knew what she was by her own admission. And likely knew the commands were having an effect on her. Maybe the first one was an accident. Maybe it wasn't. Holy shit...

Near the water's edge, he paused and glanced back. She was still back where their stuff was, staring. His glance and knowing smile made her glowing flush feel all the warmer. But it also snapped her out of it for a moment. She took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes slightly at him, and then walked over to the ocean.

"Something the matter, Gail?" It was such an innocent question. It was so hard to answer with a straight face. She had questions now, mixed feelings and guilty ones that were rapidly being bullied back by the part of her brain that wanted that. She gave Michael a hesitant look, then smirked and pushed forward into the water.

"Nope."

It didn't come up again for the rest of the time out there. More swimming, casual conversation, at one point collecting a few shells Gail liked the look of. But the whole time, there were glances. Ones from him when she didn't seem to be looking, a faint smile playing across his lips. Ones from her that she liked to pretend he wouldn't notice. Thoughts were racing in her head and she found herself almost impatient for the sun to get just a bit past midday. It'd be discussed. But not here and not quite yet.

One'o'clock came. They packed up and walked back to the car. Waiting until they were alone. Back up the boardwalk, then sidewalk, then into a much more crowded parking lot. It took a moment to find the car, but once they did, they climbed in with Michael in the driver seat again. He moved to crank the car, only for Gail to reach out and quickly stop him. "Wait for a sec."

He paused, then nodded and set the keys in a cup holder briefly. He leaned back, expression confident and firm as she mentally resolved herself some. Biting back the adrenaline was hard. Especially with him looking at her like that. Finally though, she got out the words. "You're... doing more than flirting. Aren't you."

"Am I?" He grinned, prompting her to immediately shove him and glare. He just chuckled though. "You're the one getting flustered here."

"Just answer the question!" Gail glowered at him. He just chuckled, prompting her to move to give him another shove. But as she did he gave a sharp look and sternly spoke.

"Behave." One word. And this time, it had the edge that the other's had hidden more subtly. She paused, opened her mouth to retort... and then slowly sat back and looked at him with a glare. His eyes were sharp, but they softened slightly as she settled. His smile returned, something else mixed into it though. "That answer your question, Gail?" He waited a moment, then grabbed the keys and cranked up the car.

As they pulled out of the lot, she found her voice again. It was quieter though, more uncertain. "I... hadn't known you..." She couldn't quite finish the thought at first. At an inquiring glance from him though, she picked it up. "... were into that sort of thing."

Michael shrugged, not responding for a moment until they got to a light. "I am. Just not something I talk about with people. You know how I am about such things. I need you to navigate, by the way. Otherwise I'll get us lost and I don't think you'd exactly be pleased with me for that." The remark got a half smile out of her as she pulled her phone out. The GPS lit up just as the light turned green.

He drove for a minute. But then a question came. "Do you want that though, Gail? I want to hear you say it. I'd enjoy it and be very happy sharing that with you. I think you'd be too, but I need to be sure first." His attention was on the road mostly, but he took a moment to look at her. He grinned. "More sure than what the hints you're sending are making me."

The temptation to lightly punch him was all too real for a second. But then she focused on his question. Gail hesitated. Childhood friends. What if this ruined it? Michael was too important to her for that. More important than... than... somewhere in that, she found her answer. Yes, he was important. She cared about Michael a lot. They were as close as siblings. But with them, there was an option to be closer still. A few seconds passed, and then he got his answer. "Yeah. I do."

She felt embarrassed, guilty still... but his hand reached and lightly patted her leg in reassurance. There was a warmth to his acknowledgment that soothed her, even as he fed into the lewd thoughts more. "Gooood girl... I'll get us back then." Her hand found his for a moment, getting a gentle squeeze from him before Michael let go and turned off a different street. She was nervous, a bit shaky. But also excited and wanting.

The last chunk of the ride was a blur. They got back, grabbing bags and stepping inside. They'd been in the ocean and needed to shower, but Michael folded another towel up and laid it on the couch. Sprawling a moment, he looked at her and gestured. "Before we go and both rinse off. Sit."

An instruction, not a request. This time though Gail decided to test something. She wanted to obey, badly, but pushed back mentally and grinned at him. "See, now I know you're doing it on purpose. Maybe I don't wanna sit."

Michael raised an eyebrow, silent for a moment. "Maybe you don't. But I think we both know I wasn't asking." He pointed to the floor in front of the couch this time. "Let's try this again. Sit. Now."

Legs buckled slightly this time. His voice was strict again, his glare holding and overpowering hers. Slowly, Gail sat down in front of him. It clearly satisfied him. "Better. And easier when you behave yourself. You were trained, weren't you?"

"... Maybe."

"Don't give me that..." Another chuckle, then he pressed on. "I want to know what you were trained in. You're taking on certain postures for certain words. You'll tell me all of them." She immediately protested a bit, only for him to quiet her with a look. "Tell me, Gail. You've been wanting to after all..."

"Ass. Fine." She bit back some with her words, but wasn't able to meet his eyes now. He simply smirked and waited. Slowly, blushing, she started listing them. "'Sit' is this, as you've seen. Legs together, hands c-lasped. Eyes down. 'Kneel' is similar, but legs are more open and hands are on thighs. Bit more raised. 'Come' or 'Follow' are the same thing and self explanatory mostly, though I'm used to f-ollowing on the right..."

Gail kept going, blushing more as the commands got more lewd. Each time she hesitated he encouraged her on with a hand gesture or word. By the last few she was quieter, meek in tone. "... Then there's 'p-resent'. For when I'm on the b-bed typically, holding my legs open and having my arms a bit open to k-eep my chest visible. Standing variant too, more f-ocused on my butt. "Fight" is specific to when t-tied up, means I'm to treat it as noncon until t-told "surrender". And finally, 'beg', wh-hich is asking for oral."

A longer list. Michael processed for a minute, impressed. "It's a lot of commands you have trained. Admirable." He thought more, then slowly smiled. "Show me 'beg'. I'm curious."

Her face immediately flushed. Slowly, she leaned forward and crawled a bit forward. Blushing and delaying eye contact, her hand went up and pawed lightly at his leg. Then Gail scooted forward and pawed a bit higher, his thigh. Her eyes went up slowly, rounded. They met his, a somewhat surprised expression crossing his face. That surprise made her smile faintly. A very small way to kinda get back at him.

So Gail finished it out. Her hand rested lightly on his crotch, making Michael breath in slightly sharply. While doing that she pushed herself up against his leg, still looking up at him before making a faint whining sound. He was distinctly hard. It was tempting to feel it properly, but she maintained the pawing motion.

"Fuck... okay that's incredibly hot. Sit." Gail sat back, blushed and smiling before glancing down. She could feel him examining her before finally commenting. "You are perfect in so many ways, Gail." She didn't even manage to challenge that before he cut her off. "No arguing with me on that. Now, do you have certain names or titles you personally like? And do you have a preferred safeword?"

"I'm fine with 'slave', 'pet', 'slut', any of the common ones really. As for safeword... 'lamb', or me humming 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' if gagged." Gail hadn't ever had to use it, but imagined that'd be clear enough in any given moment. She doubted she'd need to or want to with him anyways. She was quite turned on from all of this, embarrassed or not. And she trusted him.

Michael weighed it for a moment. "I think... I'll go with pet, then. Along with degrading names in the moment as they suit me. For myself, 'sir'. That work for you, pet?"

"Yes sir." It came automatically, quiet and meek toned. She immediately felt a fluttery feeling in her chest with how natural those words came. Michael just smiled in that knowing way, stood, and helped her up. "Alright then, here's what we'll do. We both shower, then I want my pet to come to my bedroom. We'll go from there."

My pet... he was staking a bit of a claim there. Tempting as it was to argue though, Gail kinda liked that. She nodded, getting a grin for Michael before he walked to his bathroom. She stepped off to her own, shutting the door and rapidly sliding the swimsuit off. Tempting as it was to feel herself down there a little bit, that'd likely not be the best idea right after coming back from the beach. So the shower took priority. Her body just felt so warm and wanting now...

But the shower needed to be thorough. And Gail wanted to double check to ensure body hair was trimmed to her liking for this. So it wasn't until twenty minutes later that she stepped out and dried off. Getting dressed occurred to her. As did just being nude. The middle ground reached was Gail wrapping a towel around her bust and waist before building up the confidence to actually make her way over to the bedroom. She was actually doing this... yeah, she was. She definitely was.

Walking towards the other bedroom, she could hear the water was off. Gail timidly knocked, but only had to wait for just a moment. "Come in." Opening the door, she immediately spotted Michael at the end of his bed. He was just in shorts. There was a hint of his arousal still that made her wish he wasn't even in that. It likewise made her more conscious of the choice to just have towels. He was pleased though. That alone made it worth it.

"You're so fucking pretty, Gail..." He gestured for her to come forward, then pointed at his feet. "Kneel." There was no pushback. She knelt, most of her upper thighs shown off as her legs parted. She looked up at him briefly, then away a bit as she mumbled a thank you. He gently cupped her cheek, then moved his hand to lift her chin and force her to make eye contact. He leaned forward, getting close to her as he whispered. "I'm going to have so much fun taking you, you pretty little whore." Her whole body trembled briefly at that with a nervous want. He then kissed her, or she kissed him. It was hard to say who leaned forward first.

Making out with him finished quelling any doubt she had about this. He pulled back and sultrily gave an instruction. "Beg, pet~." Gail leaned forward, pawing lightly just like before. This time she gave a small tug at his shorts also before lightly kissing the raised part hiding his dick. He reached down, caressing her cheek lightly. It moved down then, until suddenly he caught the towel around her breasts and yanked. She gasped, tensing and then relaxing as he pet her. Her breasts were on the smaller side at a B cup. Sometimes she wanted more, sometimes she was grateful they weren't heavier. He clearly enjoyed them though. "Like I said, perfect. And cute."

Hooking the belt loop of the shorts, he slid them down. There wasn't anything under them. His cock slipped free and lightly tapped against her lips. "Open like you've been wanting to, slut." Gail shivered, giving him a faintly challenging look but immediately wrapping her lips around the tip. It got a chuckle, then Michael promptly grabbed her hair with a dark chuckle. "Look at you, still maintaining the smallest pretense of defiance. You're not made for that, darling. And it shows how just utterly pitiful your faintly bratty moments are." Her eyes flashed, but before Gail could protest he pulled her hard down onto his shaft. It took all of her focus to not gag, even with the practice she had. Michael held her there and then let her up a bit. "You want this, to just obey. Let yourself do so like the cute little slave you are."

Initially he set pace via her hair. Within seconds though Michael let go and leaned back. Her movements were fluid and smooth. The guidance he gave physically Gail had easily synced with. For her part, she quietly lost herself in the act. He wasn't wrong, that part of her head knew that. The piece that wanted to test him more, wanted to argue for sake of, simply hushed after a bit. This felt... no, was, right. It was what she'd been secretly wanting, even if she didn't admit it at the start.

"I've known the whole time." As if building on her own thoughts, Michael spoke after a soft groan. He continued "I had guesses. And seeing how you subtly glanced and responded to me confirmed them." His hand gently pulled her hair, keeping her on him but pulling Gail back enough to let her look up in his eyes. Soft longing and want met his lustful gaze. And then came a quiet confession from him. "I'm... not going to want this to be just today." Her eyes rounded a little bit. I want to own you. I want you to be MINE." He gently pulled her off him fully, then up a bit before cupping her cheeks. For the briefest of moments, there was uncertainty in his tone. "Will you be?"

"Please?" The word left Gails' mouth immediately. She paused, then just let herself talk. "I want to be. I don't t-rust anyone like I trust you. I want to be more than friends. I want-" A kiss cut her off. It was a long and deep one. She felt her breasts get lightly squeezed, kneaded by him. It just made her mewl into his lips as their tongues rubbed and slid around each other.

When the kiss ended he smiled tenderly at her. "That's settled then, we're dating. And you belong to me, pet. And I'll be sure to establish that. Up." Gail stood, the other towel falling as she did. He took her in, admiring her. Then he pointed to the bed next to him. "Lie down and present." Climbing up, she dutifully settled onto her back. Then her legs folded and hands hooked under her thighs. After a brief moment she spread them and glanced to the side.

He moved closer to her. A brush along her thigh made her leg twitch slightly. When the hand moved to her crotch Gail gasped. She nearly brought her legs together to hold his hand there. The moment she moved at all though Michael's stare froze her. "Stay." He then lightly caressed her sex, fingers pulling back after a second. "Even after a shower, you're already like this?" She blushed harder as he showed off the slick collected on his fingertips. "Such a needy little slut..." He caressed again, then lightly rubbed around her clit. Gail didn't make any effort to suppress the soft moans that elicited.

It was a slow, teasing kind of buildup. Michael didn't pick up pace or pressure much. Just enough to make her badly want more. Gail held position though. She'd endured things like this before and "stay" was well enforced in her past relationship. Didn't stop her from trembling a bit though. Nor did it impact her whimpers. When he finally pulled his hand back she whined at him, pleading with puppy eyes. "S-ir... please? I want m-ore..."

With a soft laugh, he replied "I'm sure you do. Move your hands up for me." Obliging, Gail watched him grab a belt from the bedside table and roughly wrap it around her wrists. The ends then went between her wrists and buckled on the other side of a pole in the headboard. Testing it confirmed quickly she wasn't getting loose easily. Michael grinned, then gently pushed a couple fingers into her and started stretching her out. Since he'd given a different instruction, she gingerly relaxed her legs and rested them while he did. She felt fingers curl and deliberately hit a certain spot within her. The gasp got him to chuckle. This time he raised his hand up, licking between his fingers. It just drove her all the more crazy.

Condoms. He actually had brought some, putting one on in front of her. Michael settled back on top of her, lining up and pushing slowly against her. "You want it, pet?" Why was that even a fucking question? Gail nodded eagerly, breaths coming quickly. He obliged her, sliding into her slowly. She whimpered quietly, raising her hips a bit. He let her get used to him some before starting to thrust at a relaxed pace. Arms curled under her back, to her shoulders as Michael pressed them together.

More kissing. Gail's soft cries mixing with his moans. Heaven of a sort. One of her legs wrapped around him. He sped up a bit. Lips moved from her own to cheek, then neck. Lightly biting and sucking in spite of a soft whine and squirm from her. She knew for certain there was a hickey there now. An arm slid back around so he could fondle her breasts more. He pinched and tugged at her nipples, a particularly sharp pull drawing out a yelp. He moved up a bit, kissing her ear before whispering. "Fight."

Instantly she yanked hard at the belt. The leather didn't yield but that wasn't going to deter her. She practically convulsed on the bed, growling at him and adjusting her legs to try to push him off. He laughed in surprise. Then his eyes narrowed. He shoved in hard, freezing her up for a second. His legs pressed flat, not letting her get leverage with her legs at all while preempting an attempt to get out from underneath him. Fingers wrapped around her throat and squeezed a bit. It only made her try harder to writhe. Their gazes clashed, wrath and challenge meeting cold firmness. She wasn't about to let show just how hard it was maintaining the struggle when he felt so fucking good in her.

"That's the best you've got?" Michael's smirk got wiped the minute he saw her lips pursing. His hand released her neck and immediately latched over her mouth, stopping the spit she was aiming for his face. The look he gave her was daggers. "Oh like HELL you just tried that, slut." Gail narrowed her eyes, then they shot wide as he grabbed a nipple and twisted. Her howl was firmly muffled in his palm. He mercilessly tweaked it harder, then grabbed the other and subjected it to a similar treatment. Her eyes watered a bit, a faint pleading look and garbled apology lost.

He uncovered her mouth just long enough to slap her before grabbing it again and doing a few hard and quick thrusts in her. The sensation got her arching, forgetting a moment that she was to be fighting. Michael noticed and grinned ferally. "Fight all you like, pet. Your body just betrayed your enjoyment of this." Protests got cut off by more rapid thrusts into her. Her attempts to fight it weakened, overwhelmed by the sensation. Squirms fell into twitches, growls into whimpers. And she was getting close, moaning in spite of it all.

"Surrender. And beg to cum."

He had felt the change in her movements. Judging from Michael's own. Gail took a second or two after he uncovered her mouth to plea. "Please.... Fu-uck, sir, sir, please let me. Please d-on't stop. I n-eed to cum. G-od, fuck-..." He nodded, whispering permission into her ear. She arched, crying out in pleasure "Y-esSS! FGHH!!! MMfg... a-a.... g-od..." Small convulsions went through her. They must have finished getting him there also. With a grunt he pulsed in her, relaxing atop her as they both rode through orgasm.

Gail's whole body felt limp. Kissing him back was all the energy she could muster for a minute after that. That and a soft purr as he caressed her and softly praised her. Then they both just laid there a while, with him gently feeling her and her settled comfortably. Finally though, a quiet smile crossed her face. "... You gonna let me up eventually, sir?"

"Maybe. Tempting to just keep you like that and add to it, pet." Michael grinned before undoing the belt looping. Soreness revealed itself pretty quickly, especially for her wrists. Didn't stop her from hugging him tightly though. Gail tried to push herself up a bit, nearly falling back but getting help from Michael. They both sat up, him supporting her as she leaned heavily. He kissed the top of her head before remarking casually "So... am I the only one a bit tired now?"

She shook her head. "You're not, no. We gotta clean up a bit... maybe change the sheets out..." Glancing down gave a couple small hints to their exploits. At this point she wasn't embarrassed though, just quietly happy. "We shower, then maybe take a small nap?" He agreed, carefully helping her up as they moved to the bathroom.

The last bits were blurry for her. Mind wrapped in a happy fog, they rinsed off again. Mainly just from the waist down. He helped her and also hugged her for a bit. Any further depth was lost to just the warm feelings in her body. Not long after that, they were back in bed. Her nuzzled into his chest, Michael with an arm holding her there. Gail yawned again, then sleepily mumbled "... Yours?"

"Yeah, you are Gail." Michael gave her another small kiss on the top of her head. "And I'm yours too, pet. You just rest now, okay?" She nodded happily, breathing slow and deep. It was everything she wanted. And it was with Michael. It was going to be a very good couple of weeks...