The Club 5: Submit (Siren Publishing Classic)

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by Suzy Shearer


  He forced my legs apart and looked down to see how wet I was. I was having trouble breathing. My pulse was racing as he pushed a finger into my hot, wet pussy.

  I almost melted on the spot as he began to push his fingers in and out. I grabbed the top of his pants and undid his belt. He moved his mouth back to my lips while I fumbled with his zipper. His cock sprang free and I latched onto it with my hands. I needed this as much as he did.

  I didn’t care who could see us. Didn’t care the table was pushing into my cheeks. I wanted him now.

  He groaned into my mouth as I tried to direct his cock to my dripping slit. He stopped kissing me for a moment then grabbed his cock from my hand and pushed it roughly into my cunt. I screamed in pleasure.

  As he did once before he shouted with each thrust. “You. Are. Mine.”

  It wasn’t lost on me that he had been fucking me on a table at that time, too. Well, on a desk. With each shout I came. I was lost completely as he pounded into me.

  There was nothing gentle or loving about this. This was pure fucking.

  This was a man marking his territory.

  This was a wolf telling every other predator, “Stay away, she’s mine!”

  He kept pounding until he came with a feral yell. I slumped against him as he caught his breath. He leant down, his arms on either side of me on the table, his head on my breast. I heard applause and looked over his head.

  They were all there. I reddened.

  Great! I had just been fucked in front of half The Club.

  Jackson pulled out and turned. He growled at them, actually growled. “Go!”

  They just laughed but I noticed they did start to walk away.

  Jackson turned back to me. He rearranged his pants, picked up my cloak and sat me up.

  “I’m sorry, Georgia. I couldn’t help it.”

  I just smiled at him. I felt so mellow after that amazing fuck. He gathered me in his arms and carried me down the hallway until he found an empty room. He carried me inside and threw me on the bed before going back and locking the door. He dropped the cloak on the ground and then prowled back to me.

  His look was fierce.

  My wolf looked angry. Very, very angry.

  “You ignored me. You knew I needed to speak to you but you ignored me.”

  He had reached the bed and knelt on it in front of me. He placed his hand either side of my body and he began to crawl toward me. My heart beat fast.

  I was frightened and excited, aroused, and scared.

  “You would be punished severely for the worry you put me through if we were still in a Dom/sub thing.”

  I opened my lips, and my tongue ran across them. He watched, mesmerised, his face inches from mine. I went to touch his face and he grabbed my hand.

  “Why?”

  I knew what he meant. He wasn’t asking me why I came tonight, why I didn’t answer his calls. He was asking me why I changed my mind.

  “Lisa.”

  He now had his hands either side of my head and his knees on either side of my hips.

  “She told me…” He looked kind of scary, and I took a big breath. “She told me you only wanted me to submit to you in the bedroom. I thought you wanted a woman who was submissive all the time, that you wanted to control everything I do. I couldn’t do that but I could submit in the bedroom.”

  He groaned and shook his head. I thought he was angry at me or at least Lisa.

  He rested his forehead on mine.

  “I’m sorry, little rabbit. I thought you understood that. Then Paul told me I needed to explain it to you but you wouldn’t speak to me.” He sat back on his heels. “Georgy, I thought I’d lost you.” His eyes glistened.

  I reached out a hand. My big bad wolf was frightened.

  He took it and kissed my palm and held it to his chest.

  “Georgy, I don’t want a submissive woman out of the bedroom. I am possessive, I am bossy, I will drive you crazy at times but always know I love you, I want to worship you. I am so proud of the fact that you are so successful, and no one can ever take that from you. I would be honoured to stand beside you as equals.”

  I gasped. My heart started pounding, doing a happy dance.

  “I know this is sudden but as soon as I saw you, I knew you were mine.”

  His eyes filled with tears. “I thought you’d never see me again. This has been the worst week of my life. I wanted to come to the gallery and make you see. Georgy, please don’t leave me. I love you.”

  I wriggled out from under him and pulled him into my arms. My wolf was a little lost puppy at that moment.

  “I won’t, Jackson, I won’t.”

  I rocked him as he crawled into my lap. We sat together for a while in silence. I was so content. It had all worked out. The girls had been right.

  “I think I understand now what it means to be in a Dom/sub relationship. I realize what has been missing all my life in my relationships, that need to have someone control me in the bedroom. I understand about the pleasure/pain thing and I want it. And I understand now what that painting meant. You have taught me that and I honestly want it.”

  “Will you really submit to me in the bedroom?” He held his breath.

  “I will.”

  He sat up and looked at me. Suddenly my wolf was back.

  “Stand up,” he growled.

  I stood beside the bed and looked at him.

  “Strip.”

  With shaking hands, I undid the corset and let it fall away. I went to unzip the boots but he stopped me and ordered me to turn around then undo them.

  I knew he could see my wet pussy so I thrust it out even more as I unzipped each boot and pulled them off. Without him asking, I knelt down, hands behind, and spread my knees apart. He got off the bed and walked around to face me.

  “Go to the cross and stand, your back facing me.”

  I walked over to the cross and stood at it. I put my arms along the cross member and spread my legs out. Jackson came over and buckled my wrists and ankles. I was quaking with excitement as he ran a hand down my back.

  Suddenly he slapped me across the buttocks, hard.

  This was no love pat, this stung. I bit my teeth. He hit me again.

  I felt his body against mine as he spoke in my ear. “You did not thank me.”

  “Sorry, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  He kissed my shoulder then struck me again.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He walked over to a cabinet. I groaned when I remembered all the things inside—floggers, whips, crops. I gave a sigh of relief when he removed a flogger. I had a feeling those other things would hurt more.

  “Count.”

  The flogger lashed across my cheeks as I counted and thanked him. Each one stung more but with each one, I became more aroused. By the time I had reached ten, I was quivering with the need to orgasm. I needed him to fuck me.

  He unbuckled me and had me kneel again. He walked around me a few times then made me stand. He tied my hands above my head to the cross. I saw the clamps in his hands as he removed them from his pocket.

  Uh-oh, this was going to hurt.

  He pulled each nipple until it was hard and then he clamped them. I tried not to make a sound but I couldn’t help myself.

  I moaned, loud.

  All of my attention was focused on my pussy as he crouched before me and pushed his fingers in and out. It was screaming for release.

  Each time I felt myself tense he would stop. He kept it up for ages. I was perspiring, I had resorted to begging, pleading with him, but still he tormented me.

  “I’ll do anything, please, please, let me come,” I cried.

  I have no idea how long I begged, how long he teased me until in the end he thrust his fingers deep inside me and kissed my cheek.

  “Come, little rabbit.”

  I did. So help me I did. It rolled across my body. I screamed his name as it shook me to my very core. If my arms had not been tied, I would have crumpled to the floor.
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  Jackson gathered me in his arms then unbound my wrists. He carried me over to the bed and cleaned me. He wrapped a blanket around me and the wrapped himself around me. I melted into him. We lay together for at least an hour then he sat me up.

  “Come little rabbit, I think we need to feed you.”

  I realised I had not eaten all day, I had been too nervous. I had a feeling my stomach was rumbling. Jackson helped me dress and put on my cloak and boots. I had no idea what happened to the mask. I think it was still on the table and I think my skirt was on the ballroom floor.

  I went into the bathroom to try to tidy my hair a little. My face was red. His stubble had scored across my lips but I looked well satisfied.

  Hand in hand, we walked back. He led me upstairs to a large dining room. Food had been set up on buffet tables and we walked along, filling our plates. Jackson kept putting more onto my plate until I told him to stop. He just grinned at me and continued to add things.

  “I have to care for you Georgy, in the only way I know how.”

  We found a table and sat. I wrapped my cloak tightly around my legs. It was nerve-wracking to have no panties. As soon as the first mouthful hit my stomach, I knew how hungry I really was. We ate in comfortable silence. When we had finished Jackson took our plates and told me to wait. He returned with a coffee for each of us and some fresh fruit.

  I did not think I would be able to eat any more but Jackson decided to feed me. It was very erotic. He would tease me with something, press it to my lips and hold it as I bit down. He would lean forward and lick any juices from my chin. I made sure there were plenty.

  “So, my little bunny rabbit, what do we do now?”

  I looked at him, puzzled, not sure what he meant.

  “I guess we need to talk about things. For instance, will you give me your phone number?”

  I burst out laughing. “I guess I should.”

  He just smirked at me.

  “Seriously, Georgy, I don’t want to be apart from you. I want us to be a real couple.”

  “What are you suggesting, Mr. Wolf?” I queried. “That Little Red Riding Hood live with the big bad wolf?”

  My eyes widened as he looked at me and nodded.

  “Exactly what I am suggesting. You could move in with me or I could live with you or we could buy a house together. Georgia, I can’t stand another night without you. I want to go to sleep beside you and wake each morning to see you. I want to cherish you and love you for the rest of our lives.”

  I did not know what to say. This was unexpected. I mean I knew what his feelings for me were, but I did not expect him to want me to move in with him this soon. But truthfully I did not want to leave my wolf. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

  He lifted my hand to his lips.

  “I guess this is a bit of a rush.”

  I nodded my head at him. He knew I would relent. Damn him!

  “Just a little, Jackson. But I don’t want to be apart from you either. So—yes, we move in together.”

  He looked delighted. I took my courage into my hands. My first step in this new relationship and I told him truthfully, “I think I love you.”

  “And I love you, little rabbit. I adore you.”

  He kissed me then smirked.

  “Come on, Georgia, Let’s try it for six months.”

  He grinned at me as I queried, “Six months only?” I was worried that I had misunderstood him.

  “Yep, six months and then we can get married.”

  I roared with laughter. My bossy wolf was back and I knew I would never again let him go.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Suzy is single and lives in the western suburbs of Sydney, Australia, with one very spoiled dog and two equally spoiled cats to keep her company. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines, ranging from midforties to sixties.

  She believes that being older does not mean we are not intriguing, desirable, open to challenges, and willing to experiment. “Sexy isn’t just for the under thirties.”

  When she is not writing, she is painting. An accomplished artist, her passion is watercolours and her subject matter ranges from portraits and animals to nudes and seascapes.

  Oh, yes…she also has a penchant for crazy-coloured hair—pinks, purples, and even rainbow—and for tattoos!

  For all titles by Suzy Shearer, please visit

  www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer

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