Saved by Submission by Laney Rogers

her mind. Now was not the time to dwell on the past. He wanted her, and that was all that mattered right now.
    Her thoughts switched from wanting to walk on her own to what was about to happen in one of those rooms. Her pussy throbbed with desire and all she could think about was his thick, long shaft entering her while she lay under him.
    Only one door remained slightly open, a sign that the room was vacant, and Jacob swung the door open with his foot. Once inside he released her, her body sliding down the front of his until she was standing in the richly furnished bedroom.
    Her toes sank into a thick, cream carpet. A huge four-poster bed dominated one end of the room, covered in a dark red quilt and matching king size pillows. Two comfy looking armchairs stood in front of a fireplace, and flames danced brightly in the grate, warm and inviting.
    Jacob ran a finger down her cheek. “Spread your legs for me then put your hands behind your head, sub.”
    His voice was soft and deep, and Megan’s pulse began to quicken. How did he have such an instant effect on her? She had never responded to anyone like this before. The need to obey him and put herself under his control made her head spin, but any fear or anxiety was quickly overtaken by raw need and desire.
    She assumed the stance he had instructed her to take. Her breasts jutted out, high and proud, as her back arched.
    “This is the inspection position, and it allows me to inspect your body to ensure you are ready and willing to serve,” he said.
    With that, he took her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, rolling and teasing them, until they peaked into stiff points.
    “These will look beautiful, decorated with a little jewelry,” he commented, and then walked around her, stopping to run his hands over her ass cheeks, making her catch her breath when he let one hand slide between them.
    “Bend over.”
    It was an order, and when she hesitated for just a second, he slapped her bottom.
    “Now, sub.”
    She complied immediately and let out a gasp when he ran one finger over her most private place.
    Jacob’s voice was close to her ear. “It’s something we will save for another time, but you need to know that I fully intend to use every part of you. Now, stand back up.”
    When he let one hand slide up between her legs, from behind, and run through her folds, Megan closed her eyes, her legs trembling. She wanted to beg him to make her come, right here, while she stood in front of him.
    Her pussy throbbed, and she instinctively tried to push back against him, needing him to rub her clit so she could find some relief from the desire that threatened to overwhelm her.
    He moved back and took his hand away. She moaned, “No…please,” and he chuckled.
    “Do you want to feel my cock inside you, sub? Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice a rough-like growl.
    “Yes, oh please, yes.”
    Jacob whisked her off her feet and strode to the bed. He laid her on her back, and took each of her wrists, clipping cuffs around them, which in turn, were secured to the bed posts by thick chains.
    Taking one of the large pillows, he pushed it under her, so her bottom was raised off the mattress. Then he took each ankle and did the same as he’d done with her wrists.
    He stood up and surveyed his spread-eagled submissive laying before him. “You look gorgeous, Megan, open and ready for whatever I want to give you.”
    Megan watched, not able to take her eyes from him, as he shrugged out of his shirt and jeans, his huge, erect member jutting out in front of him.
    In seconds, he had knelt up on the bed between her quivering thighs. Then he leaned over her, his body looming over hers, large and intimidating, and he held himself up, his forearms tanned and muscular.
    “What is your safe-word, little sub?”
    “Purple,” she whispered back, not able to tear her eyes away from his.
    “Good girl,” he replied, and she hitched a breath as she felt the tip of his cock pushing