The Club 5: Submit (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 3

The threatened tears began to fall. I was so lost. This man was driving me to the edge of insanity.

  I was a strong woman. How could I submit to this man?

  He was in my vision. He had knelt down in front of me.

  “Is it so hard? Is it so hard to say sorry?”

  I refused to answer.

  “I sat and waited for you. I was frightened I wouldn’t see you again. I went to The Club again last night and sat waiting, then someone gave me a paper to read and I saw you. Please just say you’re sorry.”

  How could he blame me? He had assumed I was a club member. It was his fault, not mine. I snapped.

  “Never,” I whispered through my tears. “Never for something that was not my fault.”

  He raised my face, his head cocked.

  “Tell me.”

  I could ignore him or I could answer him. Strangely, I did not want to be thought of as someone who stands up another.

  “I’m not a member,” I whispered, tears slowly running down my cheeks. He rocked back on his heels. Obviously, he had never considered this simple reason for my no-show. To be honest I had no idea if I would have gone had I been a member, but it was taken from my hands by not being able to.

  Amazingly, I managed to get to my feet and went to walk away but he was quicker. He grabbed my arm as he stood and pulled me back to him.

  “I’m sorry, little bunny. I have blamed you for something that was my fault.”

  I looked at him in amazement, my mouth open.

  He grinned at me. “I will always admit when I’m wrong. I truly am sorry.”

  His fingers were stroking my arm where he held it. All my senses were on that spot. I wondered if he knew what his touch did to me. I wondered if it was possible to have an orgasm just from someone’s touch.

  “Let us begin again.”

  He let go of my arm and walked a few paces away. I glanced around. I could not see the door or the street from here. I would have to pass him and I knew he would not let me go by.

  “Georgia. Hello.”

  He held out his arms. I wanted to fling myself into them, but instead, I wrapped my arms tightly about myself.

  He laughed out loud. “Oh, my little bunny. Your face is so transparent.”

  He stepped to me and pulled my arms apart then wrapped his in their place. I stood stiffly as he began to kiss my neck, and I felt his hands run and down my back.

  His mouth descended onto mine and I was lost again. My body refused to obey my order to resist him. His hands found the back of my shirt and lifted it, I felt his fingers unclasp my bra as his mouth sent spasms into my pussy. I felt his hands lifting my shirt as he broke the kiss.

  He pulled my T-shirt and bra over my head, ignoring my muffled no. He held my arms behind my back for a moment, then used my T-shirt to tie them together.

  What was happening?

  This was beyond being controlling. I looked at him with fear. Suddenly this was no longer a game. Suddenly I was in fear of my life.

  I panicked and screamed. He smothered it with another kiss.

  “Hush, little rabbit. I will never hurt you. Well, maybe a little. But I will never do anything that will make you fear me.”

  “I am now.” The tears fell faster. “I’m frightened.”

  Instead of untying me, he bent his head and began to suckle one breast while caressing the other.

  What it did to me?

  A tingle went all the way from one nipple to my clit. I could almost feel it harden as his mouth pulled and teased my nipple. He stopped and looked at the fading bruise he had placed in the fleshy swell. He took a nipple between the fingers of each hand and pinched them, hard.

  I yelped.

  “Which way to your office?” he demanded.

  Chapter Five

  Before I could tell my mouth to be quiet, it answered. He dragged me into my office and pushed me against my desk.

  “I want you naked before me. I told you I was going to fuck you the next time I saw you.”

  Surely, he did not mean to have me here? He reached for my zip. I tried to squirm away but he held me down, unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. My panties were the next to go.

  “A natural blonde.” He smiled at me.

  He picked me up and stood me on the desk, pushing aside the papers on it. My pussy was at the level of his face and he leaned forward to smell me. Then he pulled me to my knees. He spread my legs apart until I was stretched naked before him, my arms tied behind me.

  “This is how I expect you to be when we meet at my home or yours from now on. Your pretty wet cunt on display, ready for me, with your arms behind your back.”

  I was crying harder now. All the more so because I was so aroused. My body was betraying me every step of the way. I could not submit to this man, I could not kneel before him as if he was a king, and yet, with every touch of his hands, my body obeyed.

  “Hush, little rabbit. I promise it will be good.”

  How? How could anything be good when I was naked, tied up, and spread on my knees before a stranger who was about to fuck me?

  He kissed me again and then began to kiss the tracks my tears had made on my face. I felt a finger rub up and down my slit, then pressed the bead of my clit. I moaned into his mouth. I did not want to but so help me, it felt wonderful and I wanted more.

  He pushed a finger into my oozing pussy and began to hook it to rub my G-spot as his thumb massaged my nub. A second finger slid in, then a third. Oh my, it was so good. I wanted to come there and then as his fingers began to circle and push on my G-spot.

  I felt his mouth on my ear. “Come, my little bunny. Come for me now.”

  Oh god, it was as if that was all I was waiting for. My cunt grabbed his fingers and my legs began to shake as I came on his fingers. I was panting, my face was flushed, and I leaned into him.

  “Now I am going to fuck you until you come again.”

  I shook my head. I had never come twice. I knew I would be dry in a minute or two.

  He lowered his head and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk. Kneeling down, he began to lick me, his tongue diving in and out my cunt. He took my clit in his mouth and sucked it. I felt a finger enter me as his teeth nibbled on my hard, sensitive nub. It was exquisite agony. I could feel I was still wet, in fact I felt wetter. It surprised me.

  He stood and pulled a condom from his pocket. I watched in fascination as he tore open the packet then rolled it onto his hard, thick cock. My eyes widened. How could I take something that thick into me?

  He pulled my legs out from under me so they dangled off the edge of the desk. He lifted each foot and placed it on the desk then spread them wide. He held his cock at the entrance to my cunt.

  With a hard thrust, he pushed his cock deep into me, shouting, “You. Are. Mine.”

  He emphasised each word with a stroke. At that moment, I would have agreed to anything. His cock felt wonderful, snug and hard in my cunt. I tightened my muscles onto it as it drove in and out of me. He grabbed behind my knees and pulled me tighter onto him. I was lost.

  Quite of their own accord, my legs wrapped around his waist. He took my mouth again, his tongue wrestling with mine as he fucked me. I felt another orgasm begin, and it flowed back and forth across his cock. I barely had time to breathe when I felt him groan into my mouth and push in as deep as he could, his balls slapping against me.

  It tipped me over the edge and I joined him in another orgasm as he came inside me. His head fell onto my shoulder, my head fell to his chest as we both tried hard to gain our breath. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.

  What had just happened?

  I had come three times in the space of a few minutes. Never in all my life had that happened. I couldn’t even masturbate myself to more than one.

  What had he done to me?

  I felt tears falling again. Me, cry? I never cried, I considered it a sign of weakness, yet it seemed that was all I did since he caught me with his eyes.

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nbsp; I wanted to scream, “Rape!” Who would deny it? I was tied and spread naked. Instead I pushed my face into his chest and sobbed.

  “Hush, little bunny, hush.”

  I could feel him stroking my hair, kissing my head, my ears. I felt his hands untie the shirt, and my hands were free. I pulled back, away from him.

  He scared me, the power he held over me.

  He pulled me toward him and drew my T-shirt down over my head and covered my breasts. I guess the semblance of clothing was better than none.

  “Where is your bathroom?”

  I pointed the way and thought while he was missing I could escape but he read me like a book. With a little grin, he picked up my jeans and panties and took them with him. I leant back and picked up the phone.

  I could ring the police. I could ring Janice.

  I could ring NASA and tell them I had been to the moon and back during sex.

  Who was I kidding?

  I had no intention of ringing anyone.

  He walked back in carrying some paper towels.

  “Wriggle forward, little bunny.”

  I looked at him, puzzled, but he just stood and waited so I wriggled to the very edge of the desk. He gently pushed my legs apart and cleaned me as best he could with the damp paper.

  I was so confused. One minute he was scary and threatening. The next, he was tender and caring. Talk about sending mixed messages. He kissed me again, and the earth shook, I’m sure they felt it all the way to China. That man could kiss. I felt moisture pooling between my legs again.

  He lifted me, stood me on the ground and handed me back my jeans and panties.

  “Turn around,” I pleaded.

  He laughed at my request but he did turn away. I scrambled into my clothing and then realised that my bra was still on the gallery floor. I ran in, picked it up and then locked myself in the bathroom. I finished dressing and looked at myself in the mirror. My lips were swollen and red from his kisses and his stubble, and my hair looked even messier than usual.

  But my face—I looked like a woman who had been well and truly fucked and loved it.

  Okay, I did.

  I mean, who wouldn’t love three massively wonderful orgasms in the space of a few minutes from a gorgeous man? That still didn’t negate the fact that this man wanted me, but wanted me on his terms. Terms I could not accept.

  I took one last look at myself and walked back to my office. He was not there. “Yippee,” said my brain, while my body cried!

  Time to get out of here. I walked back into the gallery and there he was. He had been looking at the works.

  “This I love. I’d like to buy it. Can you reserve it for me so no one else does?”

  I looked at the piece and then at him. I was surprised by his choice. Actually stunned would be more the word. He had chosen what I considered the best piece. I loved it.

  It depicted a woman having her hair washed. Her kimono had been pulled down to her waist and she was leaning forward, breasts bared, her hair hanging in front of her as she knelt over a large basin. A man was pouring water over her head. His face was filled with love for her. I thought he was worshipping her as he served her.

  So it was surprising that this man who was controlling, possessive and dominant would choose something like this.

  “I’m surprised you would choose this.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s obvious that the man is serving the woman. Don’t you like things the other way round? You like your women to submit to you.”

  “That is woman, singular—you. And it’s obvious you have no idea what a Dominant and sub relationship is. A true Dom worships his sub, she is his life. He would do all within his power to care for her, protect her, love her. I would wash your hair for you every day to show my love.”

  I must have looked as confused as I felt because he grinned down at me and said, “We need to talk.”

  “No shit, Sherlock! Maybe if instead of attacking me at The Club you talked, then maybe I wouldn’t feel like I was on the menu for lunch.”

  He roared with laughter.

  “If I had spoken to you, do you honestly believe you would have accepted my offer? If I said, ‘Hello, I am a Dom and I want you to submit to me for the rest of your life,’ what would you have done?”

  “Ran.”

  He smiled his predator smile and kissed me again, hard, rough, and fast. I was panting as soon as his lips touched mine. Sooner or later my brain and my body needed to decide who was in charge because at the moment my brain was saying “run away,” but my body melted into him.

  “Can we go somewhere and talk?” He gave a sly grin as he said, “You could come to my home.”

  I burst out laughing. “Listen, I’ve read Little Red Riding Hood. I know what happens when the big bad wolf gets me alone. It eats me.”

  “Oh yes, I did, and you tasted delicious I might add, so sweet. Just like honey.”

  My face blazed as I realised what he was saying.

  “Well, how about I buy you a coffee and we meet in the park by the river? It is a nice, open, public place. You know the one, near the River Restaurant.”

  I could say no or I could say yes. The fact was, this man was going to chase me either way. Maybe it would be better to talk with him, maybe I could get him to understand I was no submissive.

  Oh gee, and maybe I could find out what his name was!

  He stood waiting for my answer. He did not touch me he just looked at me with those eyes. I fell into them. I wanted to swim in them forever. I felt myself raise my head toward his lips.

  What on earth was I doing? I shook my head and looked away.

  “Okay I will meet you, on one condition. Who the hell are you?”

  His laughter echoed around the gallery. “I am so sorry, little rabbit. I guess I should have introduced myself before I fucked you.”

  He held out his hand for me, and reluctantly I shook it then pulled back as if it burnt.

  “My name is Jackson Rowley, I am fifty-one years old. I run a few very successful businesses. I am a Dominant and you are mine.”

  I know I should not have but I rolled my eyes at his last comment.

  “You are chalking up a lot of punishments, little rabbit.” He leered suggestively at me and I swear my pussy spasmed at the thought.

  “Come. Lock up here. Don’t forget I am buying this painting. How do you like your coffee?”

  He rattled out orders to me, assuming I would instantly obey. Guess what?

  He was right.

  “Latte, two sugars please.”

  He gave me his charming smile and a slight bow. “I’ll meet you in ten minutes.”

  He walked out the door and the gallery felt so empty. How could a man I did not know have the power to turn me to a quivering mass? I shook my head and walked into the office. Picking up a buyers’ info form, an invite and a red sold dot I walked back into the gallery and marked the piece as sold with the dot.

  I would give him the form and the invitation. He could fill it out and drop it in on Monday evening if he was serious about buying the painting, never one to miss the chance of a sale. I took one last look around then locked up and got in my car.

  Chapter Six

  I stopped at a T intersection. If I went right I would go home. Left led to the river. I was so tempted to turn right but knowing Mr. Jackson Rowley, he would find my rabbit burrow. He would probably send private detectives to track me down.

  I turned left.

  There were not many people at the park. An empty bench and table were nearby under a tree. I locked the car and headed over, my stomach churning. I didn’t know what was happening to me.

  At any point, I could have left. At any point I could have asserted myself and made him leave me alone. Despite my protests last Sunday and this morning, I wanted him. There was something so primeval about him, it sent my libido sky-high. Despite all he had done to me, I wanted more. It was as if with one taste of those lips I was an addict.

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sp; And just like an addict I hated it but I craved it.

  I heard a car pull up and looked over. A massive, dark SUV parked alongside my car. He got out and walked toward me, carrying two coffees. Another inconstancy. Why did he not tell me to buy the coffees, why did he?

  I watched him come toward me. He did not walk, he prowled. He casually looked around but I knew if I asked he would be able to tell me the exact location of everything in our surroundings. The predator made sure no other was hunting in the vicinity of his prey.

  He gave his feral grin and sat opposite me. My brain said “thank goodness,” and my body cried.

  He passed a coffee over and saluted me with his. He stretched his legs out under the table and before I could react, had trapped mine between his. My body sang. I grabbed the coffee and took a sip.

  “Don’t look so scared Georgia. I know this seems strange and frightening to you, but honestly, I’d never do anything to you that you don’t really want.”

  I almost choked on my coffee.

  “How can you say that? You have forced yourself on me since the moment you began to stalk me.”

  “Oh, little rabbit. If you really wanted me to stop, I would have, but your body betrayed you. From the moment I saw you, your body sang to me. It was like a siren’s song and I crashed onto the rocks listening to it.”

  His words amazed me. It sounded as if he was as much caught by me as I was by him. Nevertheless, we could not hide the fact that he wanted me to submit to him, something I would never do. He reached out and took my hand, his thumb caressing my skin.

  “Are the things I have done to you so bad?”

  I went to say yes, then remembered how I felt whenever his lips touched mine, how I felt as he suckled at my breast, how I felt when he fucked me. I shook my head.

  “I understand how much this frightens you, little rabbit. Would it surprise you to know it scares me as well?”

  It did. I frowned at his words.

  “I’ve never been in love. I’ve never had a relationship that I wished would never end and I was happy. Then I saw you.” He looked into my eyes. “I felt my stomach tie in knots. In a second, my whole world changed. I craved your touch, I needed your lips, I wanted you to be mine forever.”