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Julie has never recovered from the sudden death of Randy, her beloved husband. Having cut herself off from everyone and everything, Julie now lives a physically and emotionally isolated life on a small rural farm. Though she gives herself completely to her farm and her pottery, they are no consolation in the evenings when Julie lies, hand in her panties, fantasizing through the long, lonely nights that Randy is back with her again...
But Julie's world is turned upside down when she posts an ad for a handy man in the local newspaper. When she hires the only applicant – an enigmatic, much younger man named Bill, Julie doesn't dream there can be any thing between them due to the difference in their ages. But as she learns to know him, Julie begins to fall under the spell of this beguiling young stranger, and finds her body beginning to respond to him. Then Julie discovers that when it comes to sex Bill has his own special needs ... and that she must either submit to them or lose the only man who could ever possibly reawaken her heart. Soon Julie finds herself enslaved in a world of sensual b&d, responding physically as she never has before. But Julie has doubts – about Bill's motives, about the secret world of sexual pleasure they share, and about what her own submission to it means.

JULIE'S SUBMISSION

By

Claire Thompson

A Renaissance E Books publication

ISBN 1-58873-157-X

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Copyright © 2003 by Claire Thompson

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CHAPTER 3

He still hadn't fucked me yet. I found myself daydreaming about it,
and wanting it so bad it was all I could do to keep from throwing
myself at him. Pride wouldn't allow it, though. He would have to come
to me. I also instinctively knew, I suppose, with that Southern girl
sensibility, that the rose, meaning me, would smell the sweeter if he
picked it himself.

This particular afternoon Bill had informed me that he would be
teaching me to properly suck his penis. I had blushed at his frank
speech; Randy would have never spelled things out so bluntly, but Bill
didn't mince words. After informing me of this, tease that he was,
he'd gone out and done several hours more work, and then taken a
leisurely shower before calling to me that he would like me on the
floor in my bedroom, kneeling in panties only, to await his
appearance.

Part of me laughed at the imperious `master` ordering his slave girl
about, but nonetheless, my pussy responded by getting wet and I found
myself hurrying to obey his command. What was it about Bill that got
under my skin? His sureness, his certainty that I would do what he
wanted, obey him as he said. And yet I did. And I wanted to. It was
enormously erotic to me when he said my name, `Julie, come here.
Julie, kneel down. Julie, take off your clothes.`

Bill's cock was bigger than Randy's, thicker and longer, and I
remember briefly hoping I could handle it without embarrassing myself.
I wanted to do this; not only because he turned me on, but secretly
too I wanted to impress him. To show him that I wasn't totally inept
or a sexual novice. Randy had taught me how to suck cock and I hoped
to impress Bill with my skills.

Randy, while not so eager to give me kisses `down there` was always
eager to receive them. I used to suck his cock to get him ready to
fuck me. That was pretty much our pattern; I would suck him till he
was hard as a rock, kneeling between his legs on the floor while he
sat on the bed. I would start slow, teasing him, fondling his balls,
licking up and down the shaft until I made him moan. He would close
his eyes and let his head fall back. Sometimes I used to wonder who he
saw there behind his lids, but I know he loved what I did. When he was
about to come, he'd lift me up and we'd fall together onto the bed.
He'd use his fingers to make me wet, and when I was ready, he'd slip
his cock inside of me. Randy knew my rhythms, and he could always make
me come, being careful to do so before he did, because once he came,
he always fell asleep. I loved sex with Randy, but it was rather
routine, in hindsight. It never really occurred to me that it would be
any different with anyone else.

Bill stood in front of me now like some imperious king, his hands on
his hips, his penis bouncing at a perpendicular angle from his firm
belly. I knelt naked except for some silky black panties. Bill was
totally nude, his body tanned by the sun except where his shorts
covered him. I started as I always had with Randy, licking his penis
up and down, and then slowly taking it into my mouth. His cock was so
smooth and silky, the skin taut over his erection. He tasted faintly
of wood smoke. Bill sighed and I snuck a peek at him, but his eyes
weren't closed like Randy's. He was watching me, and I looked down
quickly, embarrassed.

I felt his hand against the back of my head. `Don't move,` he
commanded, confusing me. Holding my head still with one hand, he
slowly guided his sizable erection into my mouth. It was fine at
first, but as he pushed it farther back into my mouth, I started to
gag, trying to pull back. But his hand was steady against the back of
my head and I couldn't move. I pulled back again, jerking to the side
and his penis popped out of my mouth.

`You need some lessons, don't you, Julie,` he informed me, smiling. I
was chagrined, and tried to take him back into my mouth, attempting to
recover my own perceived loss of face with ardent kisses, cupping his
balls in one hand and grabbing his butt with the other.

`Don't try so hard, angel. Just go with it, let your natural grace
come through,` he said, unnerving and embarrassing me that I could be
so easily read. I pulled back, sitting on my heels.

`Sorry, guess I'm not what you're used to, huh?` I said, stung,
crossing my arms protectively against my breasts.

`Hey, calm down. It's not a big deal. We'll get there.` Gently he
smoothed my hair, a look of genuine affection in his face that calmed
my hurt feelings somewhat. `We have plenty of time. Nothing but time.
I'll teach you to deep throat. To take it all the way back. And slow
down. There's no hurry. This isn't a contest. It isn't about how fast
you can make me come, or how quickly you can get me `ready` to fuck
you.` How could he know that; that was Randy's MO and I'd never
thought to question it before? I looked away, chagrined, uncertain,
but also still inexplicably aroused.

`Now, take your time. Slowly. Kiss it, explore it. It's all there is
right now. There won't be anything else tonight. Just focus on
pleasing me. Can you do that?` I nodded, not sure that I could, but
willing to try. I settled back to kiss that silken shaft once more,
this time taking my time, milking his response, teasing him as he had
teased me, taking control until he cried out with pleasure, my name on
his tongue.

He held my head while he came in my mouth, down my throat. I
swallowed it all, the spurting too far back for me to even taste it.
He held me still several moments longer, his breathing deep and
labored, dappled with sighs of pleasure. I felt happy, sure that I had
pleased him. Slowly I became aware of my knees, which were sore on the
thin throw rug I knelt on, and the fact that I wanted to close my
mouth and massage my aching jaws. It was hot in the room, the fan
barely moving the heavy stifling heat of that summer day.

The little air conditioning window unit was wheezing with
overexertion. Briefly I fantasized about a cool shower, but I didn't
pull back, waiting to see what was next. He released me and sank down
on the bed.

`That was lovely, Julie angel. You definitely have potential.` Bill
laughed and tousled my hair. Then he pulled me up to him and cradled
me in his arms.

I fell back against him, loving his hot naked flesh against my own. I
lined up my body against his, pressing my breasts against his chest,
moving my hips seductively. `What do you want?` he teased.

`You know,` I answered, nuzzling his neck.

`Tell me.`

I nuzzled some more, and tried to kiss his mouth, but he turned
away.

`Say it. Say what you want, Julie. Ask for it.`

I felt heat in my face. Why did he insist that I use the words? He
knew I felt shy about it. Perhaps that was the point. He liked to
demand things from me that made me uncomfortable. `Erotic discomfort`
he called it. It was a power thing, and I had to admit, it was a
turn-on. I felt like a total slut but I finally whispered, `I want you
to fuck me.`