Submission by Ella Ardent Page B

was a ripple of applause,
but Athena silenced it with a gesture. “You have a plan for our bad girl. I see
it in your eyes,” she charged.
    He did.
    Rex focused on Joanna. “Repeat
after me,” he instructed her. “I surrender to desire.”
    “I surrender to desire,” she said,
breathless but without hesitation.
    “To be bound and blindfolded.”
    “To be bound and blindfolded.”
    It was ritualistic to go through
the options, and repetitive, but Rex always enjoyed watching the transformation
in the recruit’s body language. It gave a certain spice to the encounter,
although ultimately the rules were the same.
    He expected Joanna to stumble over
the pledge, to try to negotiate her freedom.
    He had to taunt her and throw her
out.
    “To be trussed and tied,” he said,
his tone hard.
    “To be trussed and tied.”
    “To be harnessed and hog-tied.”
    She caught her breath, said the
words. “To be harnessed and hog-tied.”
    Athena gave a low whistle, visibly
impressed, and Rex remembered her skepticism.
    He went back to one idea Joanna
already responded to. “To be shackled and shared.”
    That one startled her –
again - and he wondered whether she’d included it on her application. “To be
shackled and shared,” she repeated, her voice strained.
    He let his thumbs slide across her
cheeks and his fingers lock into her hair. He was holding her on tiptoe,
captive to his caress. He leaned close and whispered, letting his breath fan
her face. “To be photographed and fucked.”
    She flinched.
    Rex had to repeat the words before
she whispered them as well.
    “To be photographed and fucked.”
    So, she was concerned about there
being a record. Of course. In Rex’s experience, the confronting of those fears
led to the most explosive orgasms. And she was a journalist.
    He could build Joanna a scrapbook,
of herself bound captive in every possible way.
    He could have done so, if she
really had been joining. Her flinch told him the truth. As it was, he’d have to
be content with a few images of this encounter.
    “To be mine for so long as I
desire you,” he added, stealing another potent kiss. Her lips clung to his with
a vulnerability that made him wish this were the truth.
    “To be yours for so long as you
desire me,” she whispered, her breath against his face.
    “And then to be taken and given as
I command.”
    Her throat worked again, showing
her concern with this idea.
    “And then?” he prompted.
    “And then to be taken and given as
you command.” She bowed her head, coming to terms with this prospect even
though her pulse still fluttered in her throat. He saw a tear slide from
beneath her domino, and brushed it away with a gentle fingertip. She melted at
the tenderness, touching her lips to his chest.
    The gesture enflamed Rex because
it seemed to have been instinctive.
    “I will train you to orgasm on
command, and only for me,” he said.
    “You will train me to orgasm on
command, and only for you,” she echoed. She didn’t believe it could be done. He
heard it in her tone.
    Oh, he wanted to prove her wrong.
If only her application had been real, he would have spent a year ensuring that
her training was complete.
    But it was a lie.
    He had to act for the good of the
Plume.
    The members applauded. Rex watched
Joanna belatedly realize just how many people were there. He put his lips
against her temple, whispered into her ear. “Each and every one of them would
take you now, if I allowed it.”
    She shivered in his grip, a
delicious sensation. “Please no, Master,” she whispered.
    “The Master has high
expectations,” Athena said to Joanna, slapping her buttocks with an open hand.
Joanna jumped a little at the impact, then straightened before Rex.
    As if she’d look him in the eye.
“Nevertheless, I am his possession.”
    The members hooted at this
audacity. “Naughty, naughty,” several began to chant. Joanna blushed, but she
didn’t bow her head.
    Rex ached with wanting her,
yearned to