The Club 5: Submit (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Fleur gave me a sideways look. “You aren’t? Come off it. I’ve never seen so many sparks fly between two people as between you two.”

  I looked at Fleur in surprise and she winked at me. “So tell all. How did you meet him? I’ve never seen you here.”

  I swear I wasn’t going to say a word, honest. I told my brain to keep quiet but, as usual, my mouth got into gear and the whole sordid tale poured out.

  Fleur sat entranced. At times, she looked shocked, other times she laughed. She even looked like she would cry once or twice. She got up and sat alongside of me and took my hand.

  “I can imagine you’d think of Jackson as a predator. He has such a presence. I’ve known him forever but even I would be scared if he came at me like he did you.”

  “I was terrified but at the same time I wanted more, if you understand.”

  “I do. I guess this whole lifestyle of ours has been quite a shock to you.”

  I nodded my head. “I can’t submit to a man, especially one as demanding as Jackson, Fleur.”

  “I think you and I need to talk about what being a sub is. We need Cassie. She is my friend and a sub also. Hell, we need Lisa, Juliet, Erin, and Kendra, too. They are my best friends. Only Cassie and I are subs, the rest are in the lifestyle but with different kinks.” She grinned at me. “You need some kinky girl talk, woman.”

  My brain finally kicked into gear.

  Actually, Fleur had the right idea. I did need to talk about it all but didn’t know anyone with whom I could. Janice would freak if I told her.

  “Maybe that isn’t such a bad idea,” I said.

  “We have a girlie lunch planned for next Wednesday. Any chance you could join us?”

  I thought about it. The opening was on Monday. Tuesday was usually a little crazy after an opening but Wednesday would be okay. Things would have settled down.

  “Okay.”

  “Perfect. I need to get your number so I can text you the details.” I told Fleur I owned the ArtySan Gallery and she could fax or ring me there, as I would be in the office from early Monday morning.

  “You own the ArtySan? I love that gallery!”

  I grinned at her. We started talking about art and then Jackson turned up. He knelt down in front of me and looked at my face. I knew it was blotchy because I had shed a few tears. He put his hand on my knee.

  “Okay, little rabbit?”

  I nodded. Fleur giggled.

  “Little rabbit? Oh come on, Jackson, surely you can think of a better nickname for your girlfriend.”

  He shoved her gently. She laughed.

  “I’m off to annoy my husband. I’ll ring you, Georgia. It was lovely to meet you.”

  She stood and left the room, and Jackson sat where she had been. He searched my face.

  “Georgia, are you truly okay? Fleur is, well, Fleur is Fleur.”

  “I am. I guess I was being silly.”

  “Come on, I still have a few more hours until you have to decide. Let’s play some more.”

  He held out his hand to me and we walked back to the same room. He had locked the door when we left to eat. He led me over to a sofa and sat me down. He knelt in front of me again.

  “We need to talk about what happened, Georgia.”

  “Why? I was just silly. I jumped to the wrong conclusion.”

  “Why did you get upset?”

  “Who said I was upset? I just thought you and she might like some time together.”

  Jackson looked a little angry. “Don’t treat me like a fool, Georgy.”

  “I’m not Georgy.”

  He growled at me. I could’ve sworn he’d just growled at me!

  He kept looking at me. He didn’t say a word. In the end, I cracked.

  “Okay,” I snapped. “I thought you’d been a couple and she wanted you back. Satisfied?”

  I knew I sounded peevish but he asked.

  “Thank you, Georgy.” My turn to growl. “I love Fleur but only as a pesky sister. You didn’t have to be jealous.”

  “I wasn’t jealous!”

  He just glared at me. I hated him at that moment but I loved him, too.

  Oh fuck! The L-word in all its glory.

  I needed to get out of here.

  “Okay, okay. You win.” He made me cry again. “I was jealous. Happy now?”

  His arms engulfed me and I blubbered on his shoulder, not because I had admitted being jealous but because I was terrified. I was getting too close to him. Hell, I had only met him last week, only been with him for a few hours. I tried to convince myself it was just lust.

  He pulled a tissue from a box on the nearby table and gave it to me. I hiccupped a couple of times and pulled myself together. He held me at arm’s length.

  “Okay, back to the lessons.”

  Yep, let’s do this. My body was doing a happy dance. I was sure it was singing, “I’m gonna get fucked, yippee!”

  “Same rules. No talking unless I give you permission. You remember your safety words?”

  “Yes.”

  “This is about trust. This is about handing over control to me. I will not hurt you. You ready?”

  Uh-oh, something told me this was going to be harder than before. I nodded and he stood.

  “Strip, walk over to the cross, and kneel.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Oh hell. What one earth was that thing for?

  It was a huge wooden cross. It was attached to the ceiling by wire ropes. It looked as if it could be moved horizontally and vertically. I had a feeling I was going to be intimately acquainted with it very soon.

  I sighed and stripped off. I walked slowly over to the cross, trying to draw it out as long as possible before I reached it and knelt down, remembering to spread my knees apart and put my hands behind my back. The first time he had made me kneel, when I had fallen at the gallery, I couldn’t imagine how anyone would enjoy this. However, I was starting to realise it made me feel sexy. I felt very vulnerable but at the same time it aroused me, and I couldn’t really understand why.

  Jackson walked over. He had stripped off his shirt but still wore his dark trousers.

  “Stand up against the cross.”

  I did as I was told. He pulled my arms and buckled them onto the crossbars. Then he bent down and buckled my ankles. I was spread out before him. He pulled a blindfold from his pocket and tied it on me. I tensed.

  “This is about trust, little rabbit. Just relax and let the sensations take over.”

  “Relax?” I squeaked.

  “Tsk-tsk. Racking up punishments already,” he whispered in my ear.

  Oh fuck. I forgot I wasn’t supposed to talk. His breath on my ear made me wet, or maybe it was the threat of punishments.

  I heard him move away. I waited, tense. What was going to happen?

  I waited.

  And waited.

  And waited…

  I was on edge. The suspense was nerve-wracking.

  What was happening?

  Was he still here?

  I tried to listen for his breathing. I was feeling scared. I was about to scream for him when I suddenly heard something.

  My heightened senses caught a tiny sound. Someone moving. He was still here, thank goodness. I felt a tiny tear of relief roll down my cheek.

  Suddenly I cringed. He had hit me with the flogger again, across the stomach. It was so unexpected that I almost yelped but I clenched my teeth before the sound escaped.

  He worked that thing all over me.

  Sometimes it barely kissed my skin, other times it stung a little, but, by the time he stopped I was a quivering mass, hovering on the edge of an orgasm. And all I wanted was for him to touch me, touch me anywhere so I could come.

  I wanted to plead with him. I felt his fingers between my legs, and he pulled on my outer lips—hard. I bit my lip.

  He pushed a finger into my cunt, hard, and I tensed my muscles to grab it but he pulled them out before I could come.

  “Please, please,” I cried.<
br />
  “What did I say about talking, little rabbit?” he said harshly.

  I went to say sorry but stopped in time again. He pinched my tit, pulled my nipple hard. I felt his mouth on it, pulling, teasing it then he took it between his fingers, and I felt him clamp something on it. It hurt.

  “Ouch!”

  He slapped my arse. Then he sucked on the other nipple the same way and clamped it. My senses all focused on the pain as he touched each clamp. It made my cunt spasm.

  “Do not come until I give you permission.”

  He pinched my clit, then pulled the lips again. Oh god I wanted to come, it was there, just one more touch and it would overwhelm me. I held my breath. I tried to focus on the pain on my tits, anything to stop myself from coming.

  I felt him rub a finger from my clit to my arse.

  Shit! Think of the pain, feel the pain. Don’t come.

  He pushed a finger into my cunt.

  Oh no!

  The pain, think of the pain.

  Except it wasn’t pain any longer, it was sweet agony. Tears started falling, I couldn’t hold back much longer. I wanted to scream, I wanted to beg, I wanted to come.

  “Do you want to come, little rabbit?”

  I nodded my head. He thrust two fingers into my cunt, pushing them in and out.

  “No!” I screamed. How could I hold it back any longer?

  “Come, little rabbit. Let me hear you come.”

  I screamed, I yelled, I called him every name I could think of. I came.

  No. That’s wrong.

  I was overwhelmed by sensation as it rolled up and down my body. My cunt burst into song as it rolled and echoed all over me.

  My head lolled as I tried to breathe properly. I was panting, and my pulse was racing. I hung there, too weak to lift my head again.

  I felt his hands on me. They touched me everywhere.

  Suddenly there was pain. No, not pain, hell it was agony.

  I screamed as I felt him remove one clamp but he sucked and licked my nipple as the blood rushed back into it. I tensed. I knew he was going to remove the other.

  I wanted to plead with him not to take it off. I tried to hold my breath against the pain as he took it off. Again, his mouth grabbed onto it and he took the agony away with his tongue. I thought he would remove the blindfold and untie me but I was wrong.

  He moved away and I felt the frame moving. I was now lying vertically. It felt weird to move while blindfolded.

  His voice was at my head. “I am very pleased with you, little rabbit. You did talk when you shouldn’t have but you held off your climax. Good girl.”

  I felt inordinately pleased. His words gave me a glow of pride. I could not understand why.

  His lips were on my tits again. He seemed to love playing with and sucking them. I felt disappointed when he stopped. I felt the flogger again, and this time he seemed to be concentrating on my clit and it worked. I could feel myself dripping. After half a dozen strokes, I was sure I was pouring out like a tap.

  I felt his fingers running in my juices, rubbing them up and down from my slit to my arse. It felt so good. Suddenly, he pushed a finger against my arse.

  Oh hell, no way! That was virginal.

  I tried to squirm away. He pushed again. This time his finger entered my hole.

  “No, no, red, blue whatever. No!”

  He stopped immediately and tore off the blindfold. I was frightened, I was panting in fear.

  “Hush, little rabbit. Talk to me.”

  “No,” I quaked.

  “Has your beautiful arse never been fucked?”

  “No. No, please don’t, it will hurt me.”

  “Hush. Listen to me, Georgia. It will only hurt if you resist, just relax. I won’t fuck you there today. Just let me stretch a little. I promise it will feel very good.”

  I shook my head. “It will hurt me.”

  “I promise you will enjoy it. I’ll let you have as many orgasms as you like while I do.”

  My eyes widened. How could he talk about me having orgasms while he was fucking my arse with his finger?

  “Honest, little rabbit. I promise you will have at least three.”

  Three? Okay, I was curious.

  “Promise you won’t hurt me.”

  “Just relax.”

  I was silent for a moment. Could I let him do this? I guess this was that trust thing he was talking about. He told me he would never hurt me intentionally.

  I nodded.

  He kissed me then tied the blindfold back in place. I felt very tense but instead of his finger going back to my arse they started on my tits, they rolled and caressed, they ran up and down my body, I felt his mouth kissing me, following his fingers. I relaxed.

  His fingers dipped into my cunt, and they tweaked my clit. He rolled it under his fingers. I gushed with juices. He ran his fingers between my arse and cunt again, up and down, his other hand pushing in and out my cunt. It felt so good. I even pushed down on his fingers, trying to get them in deeper. He obliged.

  I could feel an orgasm start, as my muscles grabbed his fingers, he pushed a finger of his other hand into my arse.

  I screamed but before I had a chance to resist he was moving it in and out, in rhythm to the fingers in my cunt. It felt weird. Nice but really weird.

  It felt full. I could feel his fingers almost touching each other through the inside walls as he increased the speed of his thrust. His thumb was pushing my clit with each little thrust and I came again. He still kept going. I tensed a little as I felt him slide another finger into my arse, but he lent forward to suck my tit and it distracted me.

  With his fingers fucking my arse and my cunt and his mouth suckling my tit, I came again. The man lived up to his promise. I screamed louder with this one. It tingled all the way from my toes to my head. He kissed my mouth. I felt him wipe me and then his lips were on my clit.

  Fuck, that felt so good.

  I heard a crinkle of foil then felt his cock replace his mouth. He thrust into me hard. His hands were on my hips as he pulled me onto his cock. This was no gentle lovemaking, this was hard, rough fucking. He took me as if he owned me.

  At that moment he did.

  I felt him lean forward and bite my tit, and I yelped. I knew I would have his mark on me again. He fucked me hard and fast. I couldn’t believe it but I came twice, the second time as he did. He growled as he came and I just moaned. I was orgasmed out.

  I felt him lean onto me as he got his breath back. I knew I had a sense of loss as his cock slipped from me. He straightened up and cleaned me off. I heard him walk away, then a few minutes later he was back. He lowered the cross until I was upright again, then unbuckled my ankles. He took off the blindfold and undid my wrists, gathering me as I fell forward. He lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom.

  The bath was filling and he had stripped off. He stepped into the bath with me still in his arms and settled down, setting me in front of him between his legs. I had no energy left. I leant back against him and lay there.

  Chapter Twelve

  I felt drained. There was no other word for it. My body felt as if it had been wrung out and thrown in a corner. I had no energy left at all. Jackson held me, his arms my anchor. I listened to his heart beating and slowly my own matched his.

  He started to wash me. Gently, tenderly. I lay back like a princess and let him. We stayed in the bathtub until the water started to chill. Then he stood me up, wrapped me in a towel and carried me back to the bed. He dried me then nestled me in the bed while he dried himself. I glanced over at the clock and saw it was close to nine. Where had all the time gone?

  Jackson climbed onto the bed and gathered me in his arms. We lay together for another hour. I began to feel tense.

  I knew he was going to ask me if I was prepared to submit, if I was going to ask him to leave me alone. I was so confused.

  Today, even though it had scared me at times, it had been wonderful. I had more orgasms in one day th
an I had in my entire life. Nevertheless, the submit thing was still there. Today it had just been for the day. However, could I hand over the reins to him completely?

  Truth was I didn’t think I could.

  Yes, for a few hours it was wonderful, but to give him complete power over me 24-7.

  No.

  I sighed.

  “Tell me, little rabbit.”

  How could I put my thoughts into words?

  “I can’t deny today was wonderful. Even when I was frightened I was still aroused.”

  “I can hear a but.”

  I nodded. “I can’t. I can’t submit to you. You want me to hand over power to you. I just can’t do it.”

  I felt tears prick my eyes. If the submit thing wasn’t there I would leap into this man’s arms and want to stay there forever.

  “Are you sure, Georgia?” He sounded forlorn, lost.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “I don’t want to lose you,” his voice quavered.

  “I don’t want to go,” I cried and clung to him.

  “Oh, Georgia, my little rabbit, what am I going to do with you?”

  “I don’t know.” The tears were flowing faster now.

  “Do you want me to leave you alone?” He held his breath, waiting for my answer.

  I lifted my head and searched his face. I didn’t want to walk away from him. He was worming his way into my heart. My body was crying and even my brain was shedding a few tears.

  “No,” I murmured.

  He held me tighter.

  “I want you, Georgia, I want you forever.”

  “Even if I won’t submit to you?”

  “Well, I haven’t given up hope on that now that you’ve told me you still want me around.”

  I gave a halfhearted laugh. I was relieved. I thought he might decide it was all or nothing.

  “I think I should let you go home. It’s been a pretty emotional day for you, for us both. Can I see you tomorrow?”

  I shook my head. “Sorry, I have to pick up Isamu Keniyoko from the airport. He is flying in from the coast. Then I need to get him settled and go through everything with him.”

  “I understand. Can I come on Monday night?”

  “Yes. I gave you the invitation. Don’t forget to fill in the paperwork for the painting.”