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

by Daisy Philips

  It took all of his self-control to stop and urge her to her feet. She started to say something, but he silenced her with a glance as he swept her into his arms and strode toward his bedroom. At the last minute, he shifted and entered his guest room. The bed was a double rather than a king, but it hadn’t been defiled by Julie.

  He dropped Jane, watching her bounce once, twice before settling on the bed, legs spread wide, knees bent, ready for him.

  He moved to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a handful of condoms. In seconds, he donned one, and then he was inside her. He was in no mood for finesse. This was a claiming. He was a man showing a woman she belonged to him. He only hoped she felt the same way.

  Judging by how her pussy clenched on his cock, she felt it, too. He’d hardly started moving when he felt the ripples and then the pulsing of her pussy as her climax slammed through her. He’d planned on impressing her with his finesse and staying power, but now he was coming hard in an orgasm that threatened to blow off the top of his head with its intensity.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Jane snuggled up to Ben. “I don’t think I can walk.”

  “Me neither.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you more about the books, especially the BDSM. I write romance novels; they are pretty spicy, and I guess I’m kind of self-conscious. Some people make fun of what I do. Especially guys.”

  “Does what’s-his-name, the guy at the library, make fun of your writing?”

  Jane could feel the tension. “No, Marcus loves my writing. So does his fiancé, Todd.”

  “Todd? Oh. I guess I jumped to another conclusion.”

  “Yes, you did. And I know just how you can make amends.”

  “How?” His tone was wary.

  “They're having a Valentine’s Day wedding. You can be my date. Although, I warn you now… I am in the wedding party, and Todd’s got his heart set on Day-Glo orange dresses for the attendants.”

  “Ohhh. That’s why Marcus said he’d try to get you out of your dress.” Ben sighed. “I’m an idiot.”

  “No, I’ll give you that one. It did sound bad to anyone who didn’t know the context.”

  Ben sat up, and Jane sat up and faced him. “How's this? I promise not to jump to conclusions in the future without asking for context.”

  “So you see us together in the future?”

  “Yes, yes, I do. After Chuck died and seeing how it impacted his family… I thought that meant I shouldn’t get close to anyone. I trained subs and helped them find permanent Doms. I was never even tempted to keep one of them for my own. But then I met you.” His expression turned serious. “You are so new to the lifestyle. Are you sure your new interest isn’t just curiosity because of your new book? And the cop thing… It's a dangerous job. I know you said your dad was a firefighter, so you know what it’s like…”

  “Not my dad. My stepdad. My dad was a big time asshole who used to beat my mother up. That’s why it took me so long to give in to my curiosity about BDSM. I mean reading about it turned me on, but then I’d remember going with my mother to the emergency room when I was five and again when I was eight. It was hard for me to reconcile the fact that these books called to me with what my mother went through.”

  “Oh, Jane. I understand if you don’t want to submit. I really do. We’ll figure it out. I don’t ever want to push you into doing something you don’t want to do or that makes you feel bad.”

  Jane slapped his arm. “Ben, I have safe words, and I trust you honor them. But I do want to explore my limits. I’ll never be a full-on masochist, but I’ve come to realize just how a touch of pain at the right time, delivered in the right way can make orgasms even better. And…” she held up a hand when Ben would have interrupted, “I have no problem with a few bruises. My mom used to have broken bones. Not the same thing at all. I want to submit to you Ben, that is, if you still want me to.”

  Ben pulled her close. “I can’t believe that after your upbringing, you are willing to be my submissive. I won’t push you…”

  “I want you to push me. I’ve loved our times together and some of the best sessions have been when you pushed me outside of my comfort zone but not beyond my limits. I trust you, Ben. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “Now shut up and kiss me!”

  “I think you may be getting a bit too controlling for a submissive. I think that maybe a bit of a correction is in order. In fact… I think someone needs a spanking.”

  “Well, Ben, I’ve never delivered one before, but if you roll over, I’ll do my best!”

  Ben laughed. He’d never felt so free or light of heart before. Jane loved him and now he was going to get to spank her ass. Life was good!

  “In your dreams, pet. I think it’s time to re-establish our roles.”

  Pet! He’d called her pet again. Jane smiled and rolled onto her stomach. It had been a roller coaster of a night, but all was right with the world again. She was here with Ben, the man she loved and who loved her. He’d just given her the most earth-shaking orgasm and now…

  Smack, smack, smack…

  Epilogue

  Jane had always hated visiting the gynecologist. The absolute worst part was lying on her back with her feet in the stirrups and her legs spread.

  Her gynecologist’s exam table wasn’t in a BDSM club, though, and didn’t have straps to fasten her legs and torso in place, so this was worse. She looked up. Ben had thoughtfully positioned the overhead mirror so she could see exactly what he was doing to her. This might be sexy later, but right now it just made her feel horribly self-conscious, because she could see parts of her body that she normally didn’t look at.

  She heard the sound of footsteps and looked up as the masked and gloved man approached. It was a good thing she recognized those sexy grey eyes above the mask. She still squirmed, or tried to, as he snapped on a pair of rubber gloves.

  “So how’s my patient today?”

  “Fine, Sir. In fact, I feel great. No need for an exam today. If you just unstrap me, I’ll be on my way.”

  “I don’t think so, Ms. Smith. You’ve been referred to me because you don’t seem to be able to orgasm as often or as strongly as your Master thinks you should. I’m going to have to examine your responses to various stimuli to determine if the problem is you or his technique. Now just lie back, relax and come as often as you feel necessary unless I instruct otherwise.

  “Now, do you understand?”

  “Yes, doctor.”

  “Excellent. Let’s begin.”

  Jane watched his head disappear down between her legs. She looked up at the mirror and then closed her eyes as she felt the sweep of his tongue down her slit. Ben took his time, his tongue examining every nook and cranny before he rimmed her pussy opening and then slid inside.

  It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. She needed some friction, some pressure on her clit.

  As if reading her mind, Ben ran his thumb over her quivering bundle of nerves. “Yes, more, harder.”

  Smack. He’d slapped her inner thigh. Smack, smack, smack. Three more on her inner thighs.

  “One more word and I’ll gag you Miss Smith. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Doctor Sir.”

  His breath on her clit was warm and damp as he closed his lips and suckled strongly.

  Her climax hit her like a train. There had been no warning. One second she was feeling good and the next she was bucking against the restraints as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body.

  She couldn’t even relax and enjoy it. Her wonderful, terrible Dom of a boyfriend was still suckling hard even as he was shoving two and then three fingers inside her pussy and pumping hard.

  Again, she came, this one harder than the last. He didn’t stop until she’d come three times. Then he withdrew and she felt strangely empty. Her still quivering pussy and pulsing clit needed his touch, but she was afraid he’d gag her, so she stayed silent as he walked up to the head of the t
able.

  “How’s my patient doing?”

  “Good, Dr. Sir!” Her voice quavered.

  “I take it you enjoyed the orgasms?”

  “Yes, doctor.”

  “Well, it looks like the problem isn’t you, although I’ve not finished your exam yet. I’ll have to ask you to try to relax as this next part is going to hurt a bit.”

  Hurt? Jane tried to sit up but was stopped by the restraints. Ben pulled something metallic out of his pocket and laid it on her stomach. It was two clamps joined by a chain. The dreaded clover clamps.

  Leaning down he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly while his left hand played with the other nipple. He plucked, tweaked, pinched and twisted her nipple until she was begging for more. Then he changed sides, suckling on the left while torturing her nipple on the right.

  When she thought she couldn’t take any more and was about to come just from nipple stimulation, something she could have sworn was impossible, he raised his head and looked at her. The expression in his eyes made her shiver with anticipation and fear. Ben, she had found, had a sadistic side, and mostly, she loved it because his brand of sadism usually met her brand of masochism.

  But she found the clover clamps hard to manage.

  “Take it pet, take it for me. Just wear them for ten minutes, and while they are on you, I’ll ride you to an orgasm that will make your toes curl!”

  Jane nodded apprehensively as he placed one and then the other clamp on the nipples he’d spent the last few minutes stimulating. They didn’t feel too bad at all. When she looked at him and nodded, he smiled and gave the chain a sharp tug. She screamed.

  Then he was back standing between her legs, a condom already on his rock-hard cock. He pushed his way into her dripping pussy, her swollen tissues gripping him tightly as he pumped hard and fast. In and out, in and out. As he slammed into her, he gripped her hips so hard she was sure she’d end up with fingerprint-shaped bruises.

  She could feel another orgasm rising quickly. He changed his angle slightly, and it felt like the top of her head was going to explode as her climax ripped through her. He didn’t slow done one bit, just changed angles again. Each time she came, he changed his angle again.

  Just as the biggest orgasm of all was cresting, he reached between her breasts and grabbed the chain. And when the orgasm hit, he yanked on the chain, pulling the clamps from her nipples.

  Jane screamed again in one long, never-ending howl of pain and pleasure as the agony of the blood rushing into her nipples met the ecstasy of the pleasure from the friction against her g-spot.

  Then Ben took it a step farther and pinched her clit as he held himself deep, and she knew that he was coming, too, as his whole body tightened. His face was a mask of ecstasy as he emptied his balls into the condom he was wearing.

  Jane stirred and then opened her eyes. Where was she? She was in a bed, but where? She could see a crack of light coming from under a door, but other than that, the room was empty.

  The door opened, and she could make out Ben walking toward her carrying a glass of water and a white tablet.

  “Ibuprofen.” Gratefully, she took the tablet and drank the water while Ben watched approvingly before sliding into the bed beside her.

  “Where are we?”

  “In one of the private rooms. After you passed out, a member who is a real doctor checked you over and said you’d be fine with a short rest, so Gabe let us have a room with a bed. Lights are off because it’s the medieval torture room which I didn’t think set the right ambiance.”

  “I appreciate your consideration.”

  “Although, one day, I would like to strap you down on the rack and do unspeakable things to your body.”

  “I’d like that too!”

  They cuddled in silence for a few minutes before Ben chuckled.

  “What?” Jane asked.

  “Damn, I’m good. I’ve never actually made a woman pass out from sheer pleasure before.”

  Jane smacked him on the forehead.

  “Ouch. What did you hit me for, Jane?”

  “I don’t want you to get a swollen head.”

  “I thought you liked it when my head swelled? At least, the other one.”

  “What on earth are you talking about?”

  He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his swelling cock.

  “Dammit, Ben. You’re ready again?”

  “I’m always ready when I’m with you. But if you’d rather rest than make love, I guess I understand. I’m too much man for you.”

  They wrestled, and Jane found herself straddling Ben. She was pretty sure she was on top because that’s where he wanted her to be, but she wasn’t going to squander the chance to be in that position.

  Sliding lower, she positioned herself so that his thick cock was trapped between their bellies.

  “Oh, Jane. I need to be inside you again.”

  “Then you have to do something for me.”

  “Anything!”

  She looked down at him. “Anything?”

  “Except the Day-Glo orange tie. Anything but that.”

  “If I have to wear the dress, the least you can do is wear the coordinating tie.”

  “You drive a hard bargain, pet, but I think I can see my way to wearing it on one condition.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I can use the tie to bind you later as I cut the dress from your body.”

  “Do you plan to cut the dress into itty bitty pieces so I can never wear it again?”

  “Yup.”

  “Deal!”

  Jane reached down to shake Ben’s hand, but he executed some sort of sneaky maneuver, and she found herself on her back. She expected Ben to immediately start making love to her, but his expression turned serious.

  “Jane, I know we haven’t discussed this before…” Ben paused. He sounded nervous. “Jane… willyouwearmypermanentcollar?”

  Jane blinked twice as she tried to understand the jumble of words. Collar? A collar was good. He’d had her wear collars for playing before. It was important at the club so show she had a Dom. But to have a permanent one? It was a step, an important one. She smiled. “Yes, Ben. I’ll wear your collar.”

  “Good. I have it here… just in case.”

  He climbed off the bed and retrieved a package from the end table drawer. Jane sat up, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Ben came over and handed her the collar.

  “So, what do you think? This is for the club. We can go together and pick out a day collar for you that you can wear the rest of the time.”

  Jane looked at the thick, supple leather collar in her hand. It was very simple with a buckle at one end and a D-ring in the front.

  She frowned. There was something dangling from the ring. Wait, was that… She looked over at Ben who was now down on one knee.

  “Jane Smith. I love you. Will you marry me and wear my ring and my collar? I know we have only been together a few months, but I can’t imagine a day without you in my life or my bed, or on my spanking bench. I’ll to my best to be the kind of husband and Master you deserve, if only you will give me a chance. Please Jane, say something. What’s your answer? If you need more time…”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, you need more time?”

  “Yes, I’ll marry you and submit to you, and occasionally kick your ass if you need it. I love you, too, and I can’t imagine life without you.”

  “I wonder if Marcus and Todd would be interested in a double wedding.”

  “Isn’t that rushing things? They are getting married in less than two weeks.”

  “It would mean you wouldn’t have to wear the Day-Glo orange gown.”

  Jane looked at Ben.

  “Get out of the way. I’ll call the guys. You find a tux to rent.”

  The End

  unSubmissive

  Kinky Book Club 2

  By Daisy Philips

  unSubmissive: Kinky Book Club #2

  Gabriel M
ontgomery was the Master of Club Hades, the most exclusive BDSM club in Chicago. He had everything he had ever wanted except a sub of his own and he was okay with that. He was a good Dom but he sucked at relationships. Best to keep things light.

  Amanda Brooke was a new submissive at his club, but not new to the lifestyle. Unlike Gabriel, she was looking for a relationship. And then she met Gabe.

  One scene together and they both fell hard, but their reactions were completely opposite. Gabriel retreated emotionally while Amanda kept hoping that Gabe would one day realize how good they would be together. But you can only hope for so long and Amanda has realized that it’s time to move on.

  Has Gabe left things too late? Or does he have one last chance to win over his unSubmissive Submissive.

  Chapter One

  Today

  Gabriel Montgomery was the Master of all he surveyed. Literally. He looked around the large room. He could see the bar and kitchen staff hard at work getting ready. All the furniture and equipment gleamed in readiness.

  This was his place. Club Hades, the most exclusive BDSM club in the Chicago area.

  He worked hard to keep out the tourists who just came to gawk. Same with people who had read one of the currently popular books on the subject but had no idea what the lifestyle really entailed. If they were serious about getting into the lifestyle, they would take the class and pay the hefty membership fees the club required.

  It was Saturday afternoon. In a few hours, the place would be full. However, it was not full to overflowing. He didn’t allow that and not just because of fire code regulations. He wanted people to have enough room to move, to spread out and enjoy themselves.

  He could have easily doubled the membership if he wanted to. Or he could have charged people and exorbitant fee for a single visit. He did neither. Everyone Dominant and submissive who wanted to join was carefully vetted. If he didn’t know them personally, a member in good standing had to vouch for them or they were assessed by one of his senior Doms. If they were new or inexperienced in the lifestyle, they were required to take on of the three months training sessions that took four times a year.