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

by Daisy Philips

  He made up his mind. If he contacted her, he’d simply be acting as a responsible Dom. He paced some more before stopping in shock. What was wrong with him? He rattled off a quick text before he changed his mine. Just checking to make sure you are recovering from the scene yesterday

  He looked at the phone. If there was any way to call back the text, he would have done it, but it was too late now. He got back to work. He didn’t get much done as he checked the time every few minutes. Damn. What if she wasn’t okay? Why didn’t she answer him?

  Then his phone buzzed. I’m fine, thank you Sir. Then a few moments later, there was a second text. I will be at the club again this Saturday, if you require further assistance with any demonstrations.

  He thought a moment and then replied. Glad you are fine. As for the club, I’m there every night. I am sure we will see each other. And then he hit send before he had a chance to change his mind.

  He checked his phone multiple times over the rest of the day, but she didn’t reply again. He wondered if he hurt her feelings. They’d shared something special and it had scared the bejesus out of him. One part of him wanted to man up and call her, but the bigger and more cowardly part of him said that what was done was done and it was for the best.

  He sucked at relationships and it was best to nip things in the bud now because if they got involved, it was inevitable that he would hurt her even worse. So in the end, he was really being kinder to her, not to lead her on or give her expectations that they could have anything more than what they had.

  So if he was doing the right thing, why didn’t he feel any better about it?

  Saturday

  Gabriel walked the floor of his club. He was later than usual. He had not been hiding in his office not matter what Andrew had insinuated, and he was not looking out for a certain red-headed submissive. Definitely not. He was the Master of Masters. He would not be tied down to any one submissive.

  He’d just take a quick look over at the unattached submissive’s area and see if she was still there. She was new and didn’t know the various Doms but surely a sub as magnificent as her would have been scooped up the moment she arrived.

  He looked down at her file. She was a masochist, but she liked a loss of control from being tied or restrained too. She both hated and loved when her Dom practiced orgasm control. Clearly her previous Dom had trained her well.

  His stomach clenched and he searched for his drawer for some Tums. He must have eaten something that disagreed with him. He’d have to talk to the manager of the club kitchen tomorrow. He made a note.

  He checked his watched before closing Amanda’s file yet again and slipped it into his drawer. By now she was probably deep into a scene. He’d just go take a quick walk around the club floor to make sure she was okay just like he’d keep an eye on her like he’d watch out for any new submissive.

  When he didn’t see her in the unattached subs lounge, he checked the chart on the wall. She’d signed in and her checklist was there but she was not. Good, that was good. He was happy that she’d found someone to play with. He hesitated then check to see who she was playing with.

  Andrew. Andrew? Andrew had signed her out. Andrew was supposed to be working, not playing with the subs. It wasn’t like him to shirk his responsibilities. Gabriel stalked around the club until he spotted his second in command talking to Nigel again.

  Nigel. He shook his head. Poor Charity. Nigel might someday learn the mechanics of BDSM, but Gabriel wasn’t sure if he would ever come to love it or have the instincts it took to be a good Dom.

  Gabriel strode closer. Andrew and Nigel were strapping Amanda to a medical exam bondage table. When he got in earshot, he heard Andrew explaining, “This time, Nigel, we’ll be demonstrating something called forced orgasm torture.”

  “Torture? I don’t want to torture anyone. And I’m pretty sure Charity wouldn’t want me to torture her, even if she is a masochist!”

  “Really, Nigel. Weren’t you listening? What were the first two words I said?”

  “Wait. You said, forced orgasm… Ah, I get it. You really think Charity would like me to force orgasms on her? I mean, won’t she enjoy it too much?”

  “What she’ll like, Nigel, is that you are taking charge. You can add in a little pain if you like or you can withhold the pain and drive her crazy that way. This is a way to demonstrate your dominance over her. And you are torturing a masochist, which means you have to be creative and sometimes the most effective torture for someone like that is the one that doesn’t cause pain. You should have been around a few years ago when Gabriel did a demo of Forced Orgasm Torture. People still talk about it. He actually made the submissive pass out from pleasure.”

  Gabriel came to a standstill at the table. Andrew looked up and smiled. “And here Gabriel is now. How nice to see you Gabe. You know,” he paused as if he was struck by a sudden thought, “I was going to do a demonstration with this submissive, but you are much better at this particular technique than I am. He’s interested in…”

  “I heard. It didn’t sound to me like he was interested.”

  “Oh Mr. Gabriel… I mean Master Gabriel.”

  “We’re both Doms, Nigel. You can call me Gabriel.”

  “Oh, um, yes, well, Gabriel, I want to learn about everything for my sweet Charity, even torturing a submissive with orgasms.”

  Gabriel watched as the two men looked back at him. Andrew’s expression was neutral, but Nigel looked just a bit guilty. Were they trying to manipulate him in some way?

  Then he looked down at Amanda. She was laying back on the table, her big green eyes covered with a blindfold, her hair spread out wildly beneath her head. His cock started to stir and a little voice whispered into his ear… you are Master of the Club. It’s your obligation to demonstrate techniques for new Dom. You’d only be doing your duty…

  He looked her over. She had the most amazing body. He hadn’t had a good look at her magnificent breasts last time they had played because she’d been on her stomach. On the medical bondage table, they were full and soft-looking, tipped with pale pink nipples. And they were real. He reach out a finger and circled an areola. She shivered as her nipple contracted. He smiled and repeated the touch on the other side and sighed. His cock reacted. He willed it to subside. It got harder.

  He looked down her body. There were a pair of nipple clamps attached together by a chain lying across her torso. His palms itched. Her tits would look even better with the nipples clamped.

  He forced his gaze lower. Her legs were in the stirrups and spread wide. He walked slowly down to the end of the table. He could see her beautiful pink pussy on display. His cock twitched.

  There was a small stool positioned between her legs. Beside the table was a small rolling table that held a number of toys and implements.

  “Based on her checklist, I’ve set out a few toys that Amanda enjoys and some she doesn’t but that aren’t on her limits list.” Gabriel looked closer at the table. It held lube, several sizes of butt plug, two dildos, an egg shaped vibrator and a riding crop. He looked over at Andrew who smiled blandly, “Hey boss. I’ve got this. Please feel free to go back to your walkthrough. We’ll be fine, won’t we Nigel.”

  Gabriel watched Nigel nod enthusiastically. Then he looked at Amanda’s exposed pussy. Maybe just a quick… He reached out and slid a finger into her. She moaned and tried to clamp down on him. He added a finger and pumped them inside her a couple of times. She wriggled and made encouraging noises.

  Gabriel sighed. “You clearly have no idea how to restrain a submissive. Look at all the room she has to wriggle. Must I do everything myself. Out of my way.”

  Gabriel went to work quickly before he could second guess himself. Once he had her restrained to his satisfaction, he reached down and pinched her puckered nipple. He tugged on the hard bud twisting as he squeezed it hard. Then he attached the first clamp. Amanda bit back a shriek. He repeated the process for her other nipple and then grasped the chain between the two
clamps and pulled. Hard. She writhed and moaned.

  “Crop!” he ordered, holding out his hand. When none was proffered, he looked around. Andrew and Nigel had left at some point. Gabriel wasn’t sure when, noticed and right now didn’t care. He looked at the restrained sub before him. He couldn’t leave her like this. It was his obligation to finish what Andrew and Nigel had started.

  He let go of the chain and retrieved the crop. Then he tugged the chain again with his left hand while he brought the crop down hard on her exposed clit and pussy. She screamed as he gave one mighty tug and the clamps came off just as he landed a heavy blow on her swollen clit.

  He moved around to between her legs, settled down on the small rolling stool and looked with satisfaction and the cream that was running down her crease.

  “Did you enjoy that, kitten?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “No more pain now. It’s time for some orgasms!” He lowered his mouth and got to work.

  Chapter Five

  Half of dozen forced orgasms later including one while he was fucking her brains out and Amanda barely knew her own name. She knew he performed aftercare because once she could think again, she was wrapped in a blanket and draped across his lap, an almost empty bottle of water held to her lips.

  Amanda took one last sip and then curled against him and went back to sleep. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but there was some whispering and then Gabriel handed her to Andrew mumbling about some sort of accounting emergency.

  When she was more awake, Andrew called over Kelly and a submissive she didn’t recognize. The two women took her back to the change rooms and helped her get dressed. They ended up talking for a long while in the change rooms. They were pretty nice and she hoped they could become friends. She didn’t know many people in the city who were in the lifestyle, other than Rick, and he’d given it up a few years ago when he met Maggie who was vanilla. He was the one who recommended Club Hades to her.

  They all ended up talking for more than an hour about themselves and the city. When the women invited her to attend the Kinky Book Club meeting being held the following Saturday she happily accepted.

  The next week passed in a flurry of anticipation. First was the book club. She joined the group for brunch. There were about a dozen others there, all from Club Hades. They met weekly for brunch and book talk and they made Amanda feel welcome.

  A couple of members comments about the scenes she’d done with Gabriel. No one could remember the last time he’d played with the same sub two weeks in a row. Clearly he had enjoyed their scene. There was some teasing, but it was good natured and there was no jealousy because Gabriel had singled her out.

  “Hell no!” stated Kelly. “I’ve got a Dom of my own, but even if I didn’t, I’m not sure that I would want to play with Gabriel. He’s so intense and a little scary!”

  Amanda just smiled and eventually the talk turned to the latest Cherise Sinclair book.

  That evening, Amanda packed a black lace corset with matching thong and headed back to the club. She would change their.

  She felt more confident this week as she waited in the unattached subs area. Based on what the other submissives told her, she was sure Gabriel would seek her out to play this week, hopefully without the subterfuge of doing a demo for Nigel.

  An hour later, her optimism was dwindling. Maybe Gabriel wasn’t coming in. His text message had been kind of terse and hadn’t actually made any promises of a scene.

  Maybe he had already come in and made his choice. Maybe he just liked playing with her when he was demonstrating techniques and didn’t want to play with her alone. Maybe he hadn’t enjoyed their scenes as much as she had?

  Whatever.

  It wasn’t like he was all that special. She’d just play with someone else. He wasn’t the only skilled Dom in the club. Others knew how to beat a sub just right or they wouldn’t be Doms. And he wasn’t the best looking Dom there. That would be Andrew who had movie star good looks. Sure, Gabriel was attractive, in his own way. He wasn’t classically handsome. His nose had clearly been broken a time or two and not properly reset, but it fit his face. He had cheekbones that could cut glass and a strong jaw. He was extremely masculine looking but not handsome.

  Gabriel’s body was hard and masculine looking too. He had muscles on his muscles, if you liked that sort of thing. The subs at the book club told her he was a former SEAL, and it made sense. He had that air of command and danger. The most obvious change he’d made since he left the service was to let his hair grow. It was long and jet black, like his eyes, and when he didn’t have it tied back, it would hang down past his shoulders in sexy waves.

  He favored the unshaven look that was as sexy as hell. It also meant that when he went down on a submissive, the extra stimulation would drive her crazy with need. And the beard-burn the next day would keep him at the top of her mind as she well knew.

  She sat back on her heels, trying to put him out of her mind and think of something else as another hour passed. As the night went on, several Doms to play but she turned them down. She wasn’t waiting for Gabriel, she told herself, just someone she had a connection with. After she turned down the third Dom, she admitted to herself that she was waiting for Gabriel which was ridiculous. She would say yes to the next Dom who asked, she decided.

  Fifteen minutes later, another Dom approached her. He was young and confident looking. She met his gaze and then dropped her own submissively. She would say yes when he asked. Then she heard another set of footsteps. The stride was confident. Gabriel. She just knew it was him.

  She snuck a glance at Gabriel. He looked over at her and she dropped her eyes. Yes, he was there talking to the other Dom and laughing as they both looked over the submissives’ checklists.

  Gabriel and the unfamiliar Dom entered the unattached subs area. Amanda had met Gabriel’s gaze and then lowered her eyes and struck her best submissive pose. Footsteps approached. She looked up. It wasn’t Gabriel. It was the young Dom. He asked if she was interested in joining him in a scene. She thanked him for his interest but had declined when she heard a giggle and then footsteps departing.

  She looked over to where Gabriel had been standing.

  He had picked Nancy. Gabriel had picked Nancy. Amanda watched in disbelief as he strode away, Nancy scurrying behind trying to keep up. Sweet, sensitive Nancy with her thick dark hair and big brown eyes. Nancy was nice. They had met at the book club meeting. Amanda was confused. Nancy hated pain and loved bondage and sensation play. Anything more than a hand spanking was on her hard limits. Why would Gabriel pick her when he could play with Amanda?

  Another Dom approached her. She shook her head before he could even ask her to play. He shrugged and chose someone else. Amanda decided to call it a night and left. She’d try again next week. She’d come in the right frame of mind she told herself, and she’d play with the first Dom who asked her. Gabriel wasn’t the only fish in the sea.

  She was there an hour when Gabriel approached. This time he chose Sandy. Sandy was a pain slut. He’d probably enjoy playing with her.

  Amanda took a deep breath. She was an idiot waiting for him to notice her again. She had clearly built their two scenes into something they weren’t. She would say yes to the next Dom to ask her to play. But not tonight. She had a headache. She wasn’t in the mood anymore.

  A week later she was back. She could do this. She just made one small alternation to her checklist before she took her position. She took sex off the table. Clearly that’s why she’d started obsessing about the Master of Club Hades. She’d start slowly with someone new.

  Feeling better, she got into position and waited. Ten minutes after she took her position Gabriel walked her way and all of her good resolutions went out the window. Her heart pounded and her respiration sped up and she admitted to herself that she didn’t want any Dom but Gabriel.

  He looked down at her and she felt a surge of hope. Then he turned on his heel and walked away without a word. She was
clearly an idiot. She’d been pining for someone would never want her back and no one else held the slightest interest for her. She sighed. Maybe she should take a break from the club for a while. She was getting ready to go when Andrew approached.

  Before he could say anything, Amanda told him she wasn’t interested in playing with him. He had laughed and replied that was good because he wasn’t asking. What he wanted to talk to her about was training.

  The club offered three month training session on a quarterly basis to prospective Doms and subs and one of their training subs had been collared by her Master and no longer able to assist. He was wondering if she had any interest in joining the training team. She told him she’d like to hear more.

  He led her over to the lounge, grabbed two bottles of water from the bar and settled Amanda onto his lap. They were in a BDSM club. Doms and submissives didn’t sit together on the furniture as equals, at least not at Club Hades.

  Chapter Six

  Gabriel watched from a distance as Andrew led Amanda out of the unattached subs area. He didn’t bother waiting to see where they went. He stomped out of the club and down the hall to his office. He had work to do. There was always work do to. Paperwork, accounting, invoices, membership renewals. He hated it all, but it was necessary. He hired an office manager slash accountant to deal with it all but the man was incompetent and he’d fired him after a month. The new accountant was due to start on Monday and Gabriel didn’t want to scare him off by the mess so he had to get things in order.

  He sat down at his desk. He hated this part of being the club owner. That’s why he was in such a bad mood. It had nothing to do with seeing Andrew with Amanda. He was definitely not jealous of Andrew playing with Amanda. Nope. Not jealous at all. She hadn’t played with anyone the last few times she’d come to the club. Clearly she was exceptionally picky. But Andrew? He was a great guy but even more of a commitment-phobe than Gabriel.