The colour drained from her face when I said it. I liked that.

I had tried for as long as I could to ignore the need inside me but it was too powerful. I had to have her and she’d given me the perfect excuse.

I’d watched her on the cameras as she filled in the form and then I saw her just wander about the bedroom before climbing onto the bed with a book in her hand, vanishing from sight. I gave her time, thinking she would show me the questionnaire but she didn’t. In the end, I went to her.

“Get on your knees,” I said, waiting as she decided whether to obey me. I wouldn’t give her long before pushing her down.

I didn’t need to. After a moment’s pause, she knelt, hands on her thighs, back straight, looking up at me.

“Head back,” I said, pulling the thin silver chain from my pocket. I attached the end of it to the ring at the front of her collar, moving until the chain was stretched, showing her what it was.

“Remember I said I was going to make your decisions for you?”

She nodded slowly.

“For a time, I am going to even decide where you move. Observe.”

I tugged at the chain and her neck moved forwards, her body almost losing balance. “You need to follow me,” I added, taking a step backwards.

I thought she would stand but instead she began crawling on her hands and knees. The sight was intoxicating.

I led her out of the room and back into the Rose room. “In here, all is confidential,” I said as I came to a halt. “Nothing leaves these walls and it is in here that I will tell you the first step we will take together.”

“What is that?” she asked, still on all fours, looking surprisingly at ease. This was who she was supposed to be, not single complaint at being led on a chain from one room to the next.

“Kneel,” I said, looping the chain around my wrist, drawing her closer. She knelt in place and as she did so, I unlocked the chain, slipping it back into my pocket. “You are doing well at obeying me but you forgot to hold up the questionnaire, didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice quiet, not meeting my eye. So quickly she had fallen into the role of submissive. It was impossible to ignore the need inside me any longer. The plans I had, they fell away. I had to have her.

“Stand up.”

She did and I crossed the space between us, standing close enough to feel her breath on my lips. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as I reached across and brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes. She looked back at me, blinking, wilting in my gaze.

I leaned forwards, sliding a hand around her back at the same time. Before she knew what was happening, I pressed my lips to hers. I only let it last for a second but it was long enough to be sure. She wasn’t going to say the safe word. She was going to let me consume her.

She stumbled slightly in place as I moved back, clearly eager for more. “Lean your head back,” I said.

The moment she did, I kissed around her collar, moving her hair so I could work my way towards her ear, nuzzling the lobe before kissing her again.

I looked into her eyes once more, this time nudging my tongue into her slowly opening mouth. All the while, I kept my hand on her back, holding her in place, telling her she was mine.

Kissing her the second time only reinforced what I already knew, I couldn’t resist her any longer. I was doing this so much sooner than I had planned but I couldn’t wait any longer. She was different to the ones who’d been in here before. I couldn’t define what it was about her but it was definitely there and it had me hooked. I had to see her without those clothes on. “I want to see you in nothing but the collar,” I said, stepping back. “You have thirty seconds to undress before I do it to you.”

“But-” she began.

I interrupted her at once. “Do it.”

“I’m not sure. This isn’t what you said-”

“I didn’t say anything about this. You are Sub Rosa. Nothing leaves this room. No one will ever know that you undressed for me. Now do it.”

She shook her head and I growled in response. “Last chance.”

“I can’t.”

“But I can.”

I stepped forwards and ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying across the room. My eyes fixed on her heaving boobs, the way they spilled out of her bra. I thought she might spit out the safe word in shock but she just looked at me in relief, as if she was glad I’d made the decision for her.

“You wanted me to do that,” I said, holding the loop of her collar in my finger, forcing her to look up at me. “Didn’t you?”

There was a moment of nothing and then she nodded slowly, as if ashamed of herself.

I let go of her collar, my hands moving to her shoulders, tugging her jacket down her arms, taking my time, making her wait for what was coming.

Once it was off, I looked at her again, the way the dignified businesswoman looked with her blouse torn open like that and a collar around her neck, her chest flushed with colour. I liked the look. It suited her.

“Take off the blouse,” I said, tapping my foot impatiently as she slid it off her shoulders. “Pass it here.”

Her bra was lacy and I could just make out a hint of her nipples through it. I was desperate to see them, to take them into my mouth, relish the feel of them. Instead, I walked behind her, finding the zip of her skirt, sliding it down while kissing her shoulder blades, making her shudder as I rolled it down her hips, letting it fall in a pile on the floor.

Her tights were thin, her panties visible through them. I kissed her a last time before reaching down, grabbing the tights and wrenching them apart, ripping loudly until they fell away in sections.

In my efforts to tear them from her, I’d caught her panties and they’d slid down her hips, barely covering what I most wanted to see, what my cock throbbed to enter.

I stood in front of her, looking at her. “You look good,” I said, reaching around her back and flicking her bra clasp, letting it fall loose. She immediately caught the cups in her hands, not wanting it to fall away, still trying to keep her modesty.

I shook my head slowly, pulling her hands back to her sides. “I’m in charge,” I said. “Remember, I want to see how you handle being looked at without your clothes protecting you, how confident can you be when all you have is your body?”

The bra slid from her chest, revealing the most perfect tits I’d ever seen. They were pale, the nipples hard, pink, begging for my lips to envelop them.

I knelt down to remove her panties, sliding them down inch by inch, staring between her legs, seeing her pussy come into view.

It looked magnificent, her legs slightly apart, the lips glistening, revealing how wet she had become.

With the panties around her ankles, I lifted one of her legs, then the other, leaving her in just her shoes and the collar. My cock throbbed at the sight.

She looked amazing, shuffling in place but managing to keep her arms by her side.

“How do you feel?” I asked, loosening my tie slowly.

“Exposed.”

“Want to know what happens next?”

She nodded, her chest continuing to heave, thrusting those nipples towards me. Her lips were redder than before. I kissed her again before answering.

“I fuck you,” I whispered in her ear, bringing her hand down to the front of my trousers, making her grab me, showing her how hard I was.

She gasped loud enough for me to hear and I smiled, stepping back and undressing slowly, watching her expression change from nervous to hungry, her eyes widening, her cheeks flushing red.

I took off my jacket and shirt, only then sliding down my trousers, the bulge visible in my boxers until I slowly lowered them, letting my cock spring into view.

I observed her reaction to it, the way she looked from it to me, as if afraid and needing it at the same time. “Nothing leaves this room,” I said as I stepped forwards, pressing my body to hers, feeling the soft warmth of her skin, my cock throbbing against her stomach, wanting to be lower, to be inside her.

I kissed her neck, moving down inch by inch to her nipples, taking the left one into my mouth, sucking it gently, flicking my tongue over it before moving to the right. Her breathing grew more laboured and she shuddered as I kissed down her stomach, sinking to my knees, my hands on her ass.

I brought her down with me, laying her on her back, pushing her legs apart, getting my first proper view of the core of her being, the hidden part of her, the part I'd dreamed of since that first encounter on the street outside the office.

I laid between her legs, using my fingers to spread her open, examining her closely, breathing in her scent, watching the wetness continuing to form.

“Has anyone ever done this?” I asked, reaching down and letting my lips brush over the hood of her clit.

“Never,” she whispered, her hips shifting in place.

I smiled to myself, leaning down and kissing her pussy, tasting her properly, imbibing her sweetness, the sounds she made music to my ears as I began to lick and kiss and explore.

I ran my hands over her, using them in unison with my tongue, sliding one finger into her, feeling the tightness gripping around me.

She began to writhe under my touch and I’d barely begun when her whole body shifted, her back arching, a shriek leaving her and filling the air.

Her pussy contracted around my finger, her clit pressed against my tongue. She had come already. I found myself smiling as I continued to lap at her, softly, letting her recover as she shook and moved, panting for air, muttering nonsense words to herself before starting to giggle hysterically.

She came a second time moments later, the giggles dying away as she simply whispered, “Fuck,” the word growing into a cry that came from deep within her.

As she slowly fell still, I moved up her body, kissing each inch of her until I was looking down into her eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I said and she stared hungrily up at me in response.

“Do it,” she muttered. “Please.”

I reached down and held my shaft, guiding it to her entrance, teasing her by stroking it in place until she pushed her body towards me in frustration.

I kissed her at the same moment I entered her, swallowing her hot breath of pleasure as she gasped in response to the first inch of me gliding in.

I held myself in place, continuing to explore her mouth as I rocked slowly inside her, taking my time, moving deeper with each motion until eventually my hips pressed against hers and we were in perfect unison, bonded together in a way that nothing else could compare to, the perfect way to dominate her, to show her how good it was to give herself to me.

I pulled back and thrust all the way in, loving the pained moan that came from her, the way she grew even wetter, helping me thrust faster, her hands clawing at my back the entire time.

I slid free, moving down her once more, ignoring her pleading for me to fuck her again. The pleas stopped when my tongue hit her clit, bringing her swiftly to a third climax. I had never felt so in tune with someone, knowing just the way to touch her on the first instance of being naked together, without needing to talk about it first. Her body gave me all the signals I needed.

“Get on all fours,” I said as she quivered in place. I watched as she moved slowly, as if she wasn’t fully in charge of her limbs.

With her ass pointing at me, my cock twitched in response. The sight was better than any of my paintings, more beautiful than the most exquisite sculpture.

I knelt behind her and pushed myself slowly back in, groping her ass, drawing her onto me, rocking her in place, making her move, letting her choose the speed at first before taking over, feeling the hunger growing in me. I had to come in her.

I pulled back and began slamming home, her breath pushed out of her body, leaving her gasping into the carpet as I drove home, feeling the contractions of her pussy as yet another orgasm built inside her.

When it hit, I lost control. She arched her back and cried out, shaking in place as a climax ripped through her and when she gripped at my cock with her pussy I couldn’t last a second longer.

I let out a roaring cry of desire and then I came, spurting deep into her, grinding my hips against hers, rocking still but slower, letting her draw every drop deep into her.

It was a long time before I slid free. As I did so, she slumped to the floor, turning onto her side and looking up at me, about to say something.

“You may return to your bedroom,” I said, watching as a fleeting look of confusion crossed her features.

She got to her feet and reached down for her clothes. “Leave them,” I snapped. “Go.”