Acts of Submission

As she steps between the tables, Mandy feels an ache inside her. Her breath catches in her throat as she moves through the estate's black marble hallway. The party would be an excuse to leave the house to see her best friend, Kama, who has been difficult to reach lately due to her new interest.

If Mandy was honest, her friend could sometimes be a little flaky. She would send a message saying she would call later in the afternoon, and it would slip her mind for a couple of days. Mandy scurries forward as she hears small gasps—the sound of someone trying to hide their pleasure. Feeling her curiosity piqued, she moves towards one of the closed bedroom doors as the sounds grow louder. The mixture of panting and whimpering made her almost worried something could be wrong.Looking into the room, a small gasp escapes as she sees someone bound across the bed. The moonlight's glow outlines their bodies, sometimes revealing more as the drapes flutter in the evening's breeze. Mandy feels the touch of the wind like a gentle caress across her face with her eyes transfixed on the sight before her. The steady rhythm of their bodies joining as the soft whimpers of pleasure left the woman's lips was intoxicating.The girl was tied, bound against a metal bar, holding her ankles wide open, her hands tied back between her knees. With every movement forward, their bodies met with a spark of connection and a soft whimper. The woman's tongue darts out across the outside of the silken gag around her mouth as she peers out into the darkness. For the briefest moments, Mandy wishes she could trade places, feel the moment's helplessness, and know she was at someone else's mercy to endure their darkest desires. Mandy can barely help herself as her breath shortens, feeling the pain of yearning she never knew.She tries to rid herself of the burning desire that radiates through her body, where she had initially worried that the girl was captured and held against her will. Each moment their bodies meet with a passionate thrust fills her soul with a longing she can't describe. With tears rolling down her eyes, the girl seemed almost floating in bliss, her eyes both foggy and transfixed into a place beyond her.Slipping away from the hidden moment she had interrupted, Mandy is filled with a desire she can't name. A sense of yearning she wished she didn't feel in this moment. She was in one of the most elegant homes she had ever been in, in an estate filled with tough-looking men who could easily have their way with her. Rubbing her inner thighs together, she hates herself for these dark desires, knowing her family would be shocked and ashamed of her.Moving through the halls, she returns to the dining room, trying to escape the sounds still echoing in her mind. Looking around for anyone to talk to, to take her mind from the burning desires is hopeless. Every man appears capable of doing anything they desire. Even to pick up and force her to surrender everything she has to them. To yield to their darkest desires as they show how fragile she is. But she isn't fragile, nor made of glass, and wishes just once, a man would take ahold of her and show her who is boss.Feeling trapped by a desire that cannot escape her, Mandy does her best to hide herself against the wall, her hands finding the softness of the skin between her breasts. Closing her eyes, her fingertips trail down as they reach her soft, smooth stomach, and her thighs rub together softly. It has been years since she has felt the pleasure of a man, well, anyone who has left her panting, let alone whimpering. Her thighs feel slick with a need she cannot even voice as her fingertips trace down her body.Her breath catches in her throat as she tries to press herself behind the curtains, and her eyes flutter quietly. A small gasp escapes her lips as her finger trails down over her waist, and she bites on her lower lip. She wishes she could be tied across the bed now, no longer in control of her destiny. Her breathing becomes shallow as she tries to imagine freedom in a lack of control. Freedom in her moment of pure... desire. Her moist thighs are slick as she rubs them together softly as Mandy dreams of being powerless.Mandy's fingers travel down lower as she feels the movement of the soft hairs beneath her silk panties. Her breath is shallow as she feels the danger nearby, knowing this is the worst place to do this—to be filled with desire, want, need, and hunger for the unknown in a place she has never been. As she whispers the soft plea, she says silently, "Please, take me.""Mandy!" Kama says loudly.Mandy's eyes flutter open in shock and surprise, "Kama! I was busy..." she says, her face flushing with color."Uh huh, I can't take you anywhere... can I?""This place is beautiful, the architecture, drapes, artwork, breathtaking..."Kama rolls her eyes and laughs, "Come on, Viktor is finally free of his earlier commitment. It's finally time to meet the head of the household. The host of this lavish party.""Head of the household?" Mandy asks."Yes," Kama says simply as she turns and motions with her head as the man of the hour enters.A man of command and power with shoulder-length hair steps into the room, scanning the hundreds of faces until he lands upon hers. She gasps as she recognizes the shape of his body, the tone, the muscular arms, and the intensity of his eyes. With a fluid motion, he takes a glass of champagne from a traveling tray. In a moment, her eyes spot a familiar scar she saw wrapped in the hair of the defenseless, submissive woman."Czar Viktor," Kama says as she raises the champagne glass in a toast, barely noticing that Mandy is white as a sheet, her color draining from her face.