Kinky Book Club Trilogy: Written Submission, unSubmissive and Undercover Submissive

by Daisy Philips

  “You can speak now, Jane.”

  “Please, Sir. I need to come.”

  “Soon.” She felt something hard probing at her entrance. It wasn’t his cock. It was too hard… it was… oh, god, it was the handle of the flogger. Just the thought of being penetrated by the flogger triggered her climax. She shuddered as it rolled through her.

  The flogger withdrew. “No, no. Put it back!” she begged.

  “You might like this better.” She felt something probing her again. This time it was smaller and warmer. A finger. Two fingers. Three. And they were pumping in and out of her.

  “Oh, .you are dripping wet. I’m so pleased. Now, come for me again.” He pumped his fingers harder as the heel of his other hand ground down on her clit.

  He wanted to do a fist pump of triumph as she came hard on his fingers. That was two. One more and he’d finally slide his throbbing cock inside her so she’d have number four with him inside her.

  Not just yet, though. He withdrew so he wasn’t touching her at all. She moaned again. He was learning to love that sound. “Please, Sir!”

  “Does pet want to come again? You’ve already come twice. I thought you said that three or four was impossible.”

  “I was wrong. Please, Sir. I’m so horny I can’t stand it! I need to come again.”

  He moved so his leathers were pressed against her hot, wet core. He leaned down so that his chest was pressed against her back. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin. He wrapped his arms around her until he could grasp her breasts.

  “I can’t wait to get these into my mouth, Jane!” He pinched her nipples and tugged. Hard. She whimpered, so he did it again.

  “Do you like that, pet?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I can’t wait to clamp your nipples. I’m going to run a chain between them and attach a leash so I can lead you around by your nipples. What do you think of that? Do you want me to lead you around by your tits? Hmm? Maybe I’ll add another chain and run it down to your clit. I’ll clamp that, too. Would you like that, Jane?”

  She whimpered. He tugged on her nipples again. And then he felt her stiffen and buck against the restraints.

  “Pet, did you just come again?”

  “Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir!”

  “Don’t apologize, my sweet Jane. I didn’t forbid it… this time. In future, you may have to control your orgasms until I give you permission, but you are still in training, so I’m not upset, and you won’t be getting punished. In fact, I am pretty happy you were able to come just from breast stimulation.”

  He felt her start. “Was there something more? Did my words help make you come? Did the idea of wearing clamps and being led through the club like that turn you on so much you came?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her words were spoken so softly he almost missed them.

  “Was poor little Jane shocked by her own reaction?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Sweet pet. You know what, I think it’s time for your last orgasm. What do you think of that?”

  “Yes, please, Sir!”

  He moved away from her, and Jane had such a feeling of loss. Where was he?

  She felt a movement by her face. She could feel the smoothness of his leather pants and then hear the sound of a zipper. She opened her mouth, almost salivating with the need to have him in her mouth. When she was home and replaying this scene in her mind, she knew she’d probably be shocked and embarrassed when she thought about her responses, but right now, she wanted his cock, and she wanted it now.

  He laughed. “My pet is eager! I like it!”

  She felt the thick head of his cock sliding past her lips and opened her mouth wider. She wished the blindfold was off so she could see him.

  She settled for exploring him with her tongue, circling the rim of the head and then across the slit. And when he pushed deeper into her mouth, she loosened her jaw and took him as keep as she could.

  “One day, Jane, you’ll learn to deep throat me. I’ll come hard right down your throat, but this first time, I intend to be inside your delectable pussy when I come!”

  He pulled out and she could sense him moving back between her legs. She heard what sounded like a condom wrapper being torn, and she felt him between her thighs, but this time, instead of leather, she felt the hair-roughened surface of his muscular thighs.

  Then the head of his cock was at her entrance. She was dripping wet, so he slid in easily even though her tissues were swollen from her three orgasms. She expected him to go slow but he pushed all the way in.

  He was thick and long, and she struggled to accommodate him. He leaned down without moving his cock and grasped her breasts again. He was rougher this time, kneading them hard before moving to her nipples. He wasn’t gentle there either, pinching and twisting.

  She whimpered as another orgasm started to build. Whereas the first couple had been strong and had come on quickly, this one was building slowly and threatened to overwhelm her with the force of a tsunami when it finally hit.

  He was moving inside her now, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. He moved his hands from her breasts to her hips. He held her tight as he pounded into her fast and faster.

  Suddenly, he changed his angle and her climax hit. She screamed as she came, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock, but he just kept riding her without mercy, changing his angle so that each stroke hit her g-spot.

  She felt the second wave building, threatening to overwhelm her. She screamed again as it hit.

  Still he didn’t stop. He just changed angles again and pumped in and out, harder and harder. When the fifth orgasm hit it was lighter than the first four but seemed to go on and on and on. She didn’t even have the energy to react. She just lay limply below Ben and took what he had to give her until he finally pushed deep and held still. She could feel the warm jets of cum filling the condom as he shouted his own orgasm and collapsed onto her back, his breathing as labored as hers.

  Then he was up and unfastening her restraints. She thought she should move, but she didn’t have the energy. Moments later, he was back and using a warm washcloth to clean her. That should probably embarrass her, but she didn’t have the energy to protest. He then lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the nearby love seat. He stood her up long enough to wrap her in a blanket before he settled down with her cradled in his arms like a baby.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Jane yawned and stretched, pleased she didn’t have to work. It was Friday and Ben was taking her out to dinner. Again. Neither of them worked normal hours. She worked Sunday to Thursday sometimes nine to five and sometimes noon until nine. While his job was nominally Monday to Friday, nine to five, he could be called away at any time.

  She thought back to their first meeting. She couldn’t believe it was almost two months ago.

  She remembered the feeling of being held in his arms after their first scene. She wasn’t sure how long she’d lain there dozing in Ben’s arms, but eventually, he’d gotten her a bottle of water to drink while he cleaned up the equipment. Then he had walked her back to the changing rooms. He drove her home and walked her to her door.

  They texted every day and had spoken on the phone twice. They had dinner the following Tuesday, which was the first day they could get their schedules in sync. They’d been seeing each other regularly ever since. Because of their schedules, Tuesdays and Fridays worked out best and every second Saturday. On the alternate Saturday, she still had formal training.

  The first two times they had gone out, he’d taken her out to dinner. On Friday, since they were both off on Saturday, they’d gone to a movie afterwards. Both times, he’d dropped her at the door and kissed her soundly before leaving her to sleep alone.

  The next Tuesday, she offered to cook dinner. He accepted and had ended up staying the night. He’d come prepared with condoms, restraints and a blindfold.

  It had been amazing, and it had become a regular thing. Dinner, a movie or some other activity if it
was Friday night, followed by mind-blowing sex.

  Tonight was date night, and tomorrow… Well, that was Saturday, which meant session number five at the club. Ben had been talking about using wax during her training. So she planned on spending the day at the spa getting buffed, exfoliated, and generally ready for a weekend of hot sex.

  She might as well have skipped the spa. Ben had to work late Friday. He was going to try to come by when he got off, but he wasn’t hopeful. They still had her training session Saturday, though—if he didn’t have to work, he’d cautioned.

  She checked the fridge. Nothing interesting, so she ordered Chinese and turned on the television to check the news. There had been two murders the previous night. Ben hadn’t talked much about what he did, but she did know he was a junior detective in the homicide division.

  She also knew he’d been shot two years earlier in the same incident that had cost his partner his life. He hadn’t wanted to talk about it, but when they were in bed she’d seen his scar, and she dug in her heels once they were dressed and sitting on her couch sipping hot chocolate and watching the late news.

  He finally admitted what happened. She saw the sadness in his face and didn’t push any further. She also didn’t miss the anxiety he tried to hide when he asked what she thought about his job.

  She answered him honestly. She admired what he did. Her stepfather, David, was a firefighter. He was kind and sweet, and he risked his life at least as much as Ben did. Of course, she and her mother worried each time he went to work, but they never made him feel bad about what he did. She was genuinely surprised when Ben was hesitant to mention is job.

  “Look, Ben. I’d never, ever tell you to quit your job. You got shot, and I’ll worry that it might happen again, but I would never expect you to change what you do. I remember when my stepfather nearly died on the job once. He was an assistant battalion commander at the time. Ten years ago, he ran into a burning building and had to be carried out. For two days, we thought we’d lose him. But when he recovered and wanted to go back to work, neither I nor my mother made him feel bad about it. It’s what he did. He saved three people that day. How could we tell him that he wasn’t allowed to try to save people?”

  “So you're okay with me being a cop?”

  “Oh, I’ll worry, but that’s life. Hell, I could get hit by a car crossing the street. Chicago traffic is terrible. But I’m not going to stay on this one block forever.”

  He’d looked at her with such profound happiness that she teared up. He held her close and made such sweet love to her that she cried. Of course, then he spanked her before tying her to the footboard and taking her from behind. It had been an amazing night.

  It was not amazing that he had to work Saturday and she did her training with Master Gabriel. He had a much heavier hand when it came to spankings, but he was great with wax. He didn't touch her in a sexual way, though, and she was happy about that. Then he gave her a reading list and told her to go home and study up on the different types of floggers and canes. He would quiz her the next time he trained her and she’d experience any one that she got wrong.

  She thought he was joking. Just in case, she downloaded the information and planned on studying. Hard.

  Sunday she was back at work. Ben only managed two texts. The case he was on was intense, and he expected to be working a lot of overtime for the next few days or even longer. She had watched the news and had caught a glimpse of him at the scene of a double murder that appeared to be tied to the previous killing on Thursday.

  At least she was working, and that would keep her mind off worrying about Ben. She’d told him the truth about not expecting him to quit, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t concerned, especially when he was dealing with three killings in as many days.

  Jane looked down at the folder open in front of her. She was on her break and taking the opportunity to review the draft cover and edits for Arresting Love. She was old fashioned and liked to work with paper rather than on her computer when she was editing.

  She smiled to herself as she made a note on the manuscript in front of her. Her editor Sandra had loved the new book and had made a note on the front page urging her to do a whole BDSM series once she was finished with Tinley Park.

  She was at her desk when a blonde woman with two young boys approached her. She didn’t recognize them, and she usually had a good memory for faces. She quickly closed the file. The cover was definitely not child-friendly.

  “Hello, can I help you?”

  “I’m Julie, and this is Troy and Tommy. We’re here for story hour.”

  “That’s wonderful. I’m Jane. And you all got here just in time. This is Kendra.” She indicated the student intern. “She can help you find a place to sit.”

  The boys went off with Kendra happily, but their mother lingered.

  “Can I help you?”

  “I’m Julie.”

  “Yes, you mentioned that. Should I know you?”

  “Ben never mentioned me? Or the boys?”

  Then it hit her. “You must be Chuck’s widow. I’m so sorry for your loss. It must be very hard on you and the boys.”

  “Thank you. I don’t know what we would have done if it wasn’t for Ben. He’s been my rock. He’s been a father to the boys, too. He loves them just as if they were his own.”

  “That’s wonderful. I’m very happy he’s been able to be there for your family.”

  “That’s very kind of you.”

  “What did you think? That I’d object? I think what he’s doing is great.”

  She looked at Julie who looked… angry. But only for a second. Then her expression went back to sad and a bit desperate. Before Jane could answer, there was a disturbance near the story time area.

  “I’ll be right back. Why don’t you have a seat? This shouldn’t take long, but you never know.”

  In the end, it had taken almost fifteen minutes to separate the combatants, two four-year-olds arguing over ownership of a raggedy stuffed teddy bear, one of the toys the library kept on hand for the story time crowd. She’d found an equally well-loved stuffed dog, and now everyone was happy. She hurried back to her desk, hoping against hope that Julie had left, but no such luck.

  Julie was still sitting at her desk. The file appeared to be where she had left it, thank goodness.

  Jane looked at the other woman. This was a conversation she’d rather not have, but Jane had never backed away from something just because it wasn’t pleasant.

  “Look, Julie, I’m not trying to get between Ben and his obligation to your family.”

  “It’s not an obligation. He loves my boys, and he loves me.”

  “Yes, he speaks frequently of the boys, and I can tell how much he cares about them.”

  “He cares about me, too!”

  “Yes, well, you are their mother and Chuck’s widow.”

  “He’s not going to stay with you. In the end, he always comes back to me.”

  Jane just stared at Julie for a moment. That was not the impression Ben had given her of their relationship, not at all. She looked around. It was Sunday and the library was packed.

  “Yes, well, what will be, will be. I think it’s time you left, Julie. This is not the time or place to be discussing Ben.”

  “Not yet.” Julie pointed to the folder. “Arresting Love. Not a terribly original title. But I wouldn’t expect more from you. After all, you named your hero Brad Coogan. Oh, Jane, Brad Coogan. Ben Cooper. You really don’t have a creative bone in your body, do you? And now you think you can write a whole BDSM series? A poseur like you?”

  Jane counted to ten silently before answering. This woman was Ben’s friend, but if she didn’t stop with the insults and innuendo, Jane wouldn’t be responsible for what she did.

  “You really need to stop talking now Julie. You have no idea…”

  “But I do! You are using Ben and I’m going to save him from you! You are just using him as research. You don’t really care about him. All you want
is to spice up your crappy books! You are using him to make money! When I tell him that, he’ll dump you so fast your head will spin, and then he’ll have you banned from Club Hades and every other BDSM club in the greater Chicago area!”

  “If it wasn’t for your two little boys I’d have you thrown out of here.”

  “Are you threatening me?”

  “Yes. Keep out of my business and keep out of Ben’s and my business. Our relationship has nothing to do with you.”

  “Everything about him is my business. Besides, he’s tiring of you already. He missed your class yesterday, didn’t he?”

  “He was working.”

  “Yes, he was working so hard that he had dinner with me and the boys. He has dinner with them every Saturday and nothing gets in the way. Nothing, especially not you.”

  Jane looked at Julie. The other woman was jealous and vindictive, but she sounded like she was telling the truth about dinner. It wasn’t something a sensible person would lie about. It was too easy to check.

  “He loves the boys, and he loves me. He gets involved with his trainees, but when training is over, he dumps them and comes back to me. He always does. And he’ll come back quicker when he realizes that you are using him.”

  Jane shrugged with a casualness she wasn’t feeling. The members of the Kinky Book Club knew about her book, and so did Master Gabriel. She hadn’t mentioned it to Ben. She’d assumed he knew, that Master Gabriel would have told him, but maybe not. Gabriel had said it was up to her who she told. Crap. She needed to talk to him before Julie did to make sure he understood.

  But she wasn’t going to engage that woman further. They were through talking.

  “Just go!”

  Julie got up flashing a triumphant smile. Jane waited until she was out of sight before slumping back in her chair. She wasn’t upset Ben had found time for dinner with the boys, but she probably should have told him about the book. He already knew she wrote romance although she’d let him think it was sweet instead of erotic.