Dear Readers,
I hope you enjoy the beginning chapters of "A Submissive for David." The story is completely written, but I have posted it in chapters for ease of reading. Please comment and vote. I appreciate your comments and love reading them. Thanks in advance.
~Apple
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Chapter One: The Drive Home
It was a miserable week no matter how he looked at it. And, he had tried to look at it from several points of view over the past few days. None looked any better than the others. He resolved himself to the fact this week was going to suck for him...and for more than one reason.
Nothing seemed to go in his favor the entire week, but it was his job and David took all of his responsibilities seriously. Shaking his head, he cursed himself for the number of times over the past few days that he'd muttered,
Is there a freaking black cloud following me?
If there wasn't one then, there sure is now, he thought. He continued to peer through his windshield in hopes of staying on the road.
The night was black and stormy with thunder and lightning strikes every few seconds. At times the rain was coming down hard and fast, fast enough that he couldn't see clearly where the road ended and the shoulder began. He was barely able to see the white lines along the sides of the road but at times, they were his only guide.
Making the decision to drive home tonight may not have been the best idea, but David refused to stay in that hotel any longer. The dark county roads with few to no street lights were making the ride even more difficult. At times, he was thankful for the bolts of lightning, at least then he could see the road more clearly.
David shook his head, and began talking aloud to himself.
"I pay my taxes. Put some damn lights on these roads!" He yelled to no one in particular, but at least it made he feel a little better. "This week has been a fucking nightmare. It figures the drive home would be too."
The idea of arriving back at his home never seemed more appealing to David than it did right now. He'd been away for a few days on a travel assignment. Spending four days being escorted around an industrial plant by a guy who talked non-stop and yet, said very little of importance, had him leaving his assignment each day with a headache. Summarizing the violations he found was going to be another nightmare.
How could someone work in a high energy plant for twenty years and know so little?
He shook his head in disgust. He was still thinking about how unprepared that plant was for a quality inspection. And how much of his time was wasted this week by talking to people in charge, but who really had no idea what was happening from the ground floor up.
The hotel room his company had reserved for his stay was the icing on the cake. If he thought he would find solace and peace in his home away from home, he was sadly mistaken. Arriving back at his hotel was only as peaceful as the people in the next room allowed it to be...and that wasn't very peaceful. When he had pulled out of the parking area of the hotel earlier, he'd taken a few deep breaths and was never more happy to be leaving a place in his life.
As the hotel sign became a mere dot in his rearview mirror, David acknowledged that this had been the worst project he'd been on in several years. He also realized that it wasn't only due to the crazy man who was assigned as his guide or his bad luck with his room accommodations. He had been thinking of and missing his new, but frequent playmate all week and it had taken its own toll on his mood.
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The wipers moved back and forth over the windshield as he drove home in the rain. He became transfixed on their motion, rhythm, and the little squeak they seemed to be making as they swept to the right. The wipers were on at a relatively slow speed now and as David watched them, he realized the timing of that squeak, seemed all too familiar to him. He had to figure out what it was about the sound that was stuck in his head.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, squeak...swipe, swipe, swipe, squeak...he heard it over and over in his head. He couldn't place it and it was driving him nuts. Until a few repetitions later when he realized he was getting an erection from listening to the swipe, swipe, swipe, squeak sound and rhythm. Finally, it hit him like a thunderbolt. His cock became fully erect and was now uncomfortable in the tightness of his jeans.
A smile covered his face as he recognized the sound. The rhythm and squeak was very much like the one Anna, his play partner enjoyed. She always made it while having her sexy little pussy stroked when they were in the beginning stages of foreplay. He remembered the last time they played and his cock jumped in his pants, making him even more uncomfortable.
"Fuck," he said aloud, reaching down to get himself positioned better. As he did so, his mind drifted back to Anna. They had spent a lazy Sunday together before he left for this shit assignment. Now, five days later and he was alone, missing her, and stuck driving home on a rainy Friday night. The rain started to come down harder and the sky went white with lightning. The rainstorm had everyone driving slower than normal and he wasn't sure what time he'd get home.
Looking at the dashboard clock, he realized he'd been traveling for almost four hours. In better weather, he would have been home by now. Flash flooding had him taking detours three times and placed him miles off his direct route.
He saw the road sign that read Greenfield, 50 miles to the next exit and he drew a deep breath of relief. Another hour or so and he should be home. But the thought of going home to an empty house wasn't so pleasurable as he felt his cock ache between his legs. He peeked at the clock again, a little after seven in the evening. A sinister, but still sexy smile crept across his face as he thought about how he'd like to have a certain someone waiting for him at home. He pressed the hands free phone on the steering wheel of his four wheel drive, Chevy club-cab and said, "Call Anna."
"Calling Anna," the recorded voice replied back. Three rings later, he heard, "You've reached Anna. I'm unable to take your call now, but please leave your name and number and I'll return your call as soon as possible."
"Damn it! Can't anything go right this week?"
His frustration was clearly heard in his voice as he complained in the quiet of the car and hit his steering wheel. The only other sound heard was the rhythmic sweeping of the wipers. That teasingly frustrating little squeak at the end of every third swipe of the blades was killing him. It was annoying how it made him think of Anna and how it brought his cock jumping off his thigh each time he heard it.
Again, David took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He wouldn't let it get to him and he couldn't shut the wipers off because it was still raining too hard. Maybe if he changed the speed of them a little, it would help. He clicked the dial up one speed. The sound came a little faster. He reached up and clicked it up a second time. Now, it was really getting to him. He could hear Anna panting after every little squeak as she became more aroused. His cock recognized the sounds too, because it was pulsing in his pants like sprinter's heartbeat racing toward the finish line.
"Shit, shit, shit," he yelled into the silence of the car.
Just as he finished yelling his rapid fire swear words at the little squeak, he began to laugh at himself. He remembered the last session he had with Anna and how when they were playing, he slid his tongue over her several times before fully burying it in her woman's hole. She yelled those same words before her warmth covered his tongue and she made that little squeaking sound as her hips pushed up so hard, his head and neck were pushed back.
He loved when he made her so excited that she used curse words. She rarely used foul language, so when she did, it always made him smile.
As fun as the memory was to play in his head, it wasn't doing much to make his cock any more at ease. He was uncomfortable before his little fantasy sequence played in his head. Now it was almost unbearable as his cock head rubbed against his jeans and became more sensitive. If he didn't get control over his thoughts, and his cock, he might have to take things into his own hand. Not a very domly act, at least not while driving in his truck.
David forced himself to focus on the road. In order to silence that little squeak that was driving him to sexual frustration, he turned on the radio. He thought a little music would help to cover that sound and make him stop thinking of her. Stop thinking about what it would feel like to be sinking inside of her when he got home.
He shook his head, disgruntled at the idea of a shower taking care of his hard-on instead of his soft, curvy, warm, welcoming Anna. At that thought, he pressed the redial button and listened as he received the same recording. When it ended, he said, "Anna, it's D. I'm on my way home. I hope to be there in about a half hour. I'd enjoy your company tonight." Then he hesitated before adding, "Anytime tonight."
When his call disconnected, the radio came back on. Eric Church's,
Like a Wrecking Ball
was playing. The words hit David's ear...
I'ma find out what that house is made of.
Been too many nights since its felt us make love.
I wanna rock some Sheetrock, knock some pictures off the wall.
Love you baby, like a wrecking ball.