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

by Daisy Philips

  “Yes Sir. And please, Master Gabriel, can you please give Andrew my sincere apologies. He’s a great guy and I’m sorry I lied to him and you and everyone.”

  Chapter Ten

  It was almost nine pm when Lexi heard the knock on her door. She put down the half-finished pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey and went to the door. She looked through the peep hole and was shocked to see Andrew, a very annoyed looking Andrew.

  She left the chain on the door an opened it a few inches. “What are you doing here?”

  “Is that any way to speak to your Dom?”

  “Did you speak to Gabriel today?”

  “That’s Master Gabriel. And I spoke to him twice today.”

  Lexi felt her stomach churn.

  “I’m so sorry I lied to you Andrew.”

  “You will be sorry if you don’t open that door and let me in. We had a training session that was supposed to start an hour ago. I don’t like tardiness.”

  “But I told Gabriel… He told me…”

  “I’m not Gabriel and he’s not your Dom. You have a problem. You want to change our arrangement, you talk to me. Now open the door unless you want me to double your punishment?”

  Lexi quickly unlocked the door and stepped back to open in. Andrew entered her home. He looked so large small townhouse. He was carrying a gym bag which he set on the floor before talking off his jacket and handing it to her.

  Then he walked in to the living room and sat down. Not knowing what else to do, she hung his jacket up in the hall closet and walked into the living room.

  He was sitting as though he owned the place, his arms spread wide across the back of the couch. She moved towards the matching chair, but paused when he frowned and looked at a spot in the carpet at his feet.

  Kneel. He wanted her to kneel at his feet. She wanted to kneel at his feet, she realized. She wanted to kneel and ask forgiveness for lying to him. But that would be appropriate only if she was his submissive. Gabriel had surely given him the lowdown on her story.

  She took a deep breath and, as a compromise, sat on the fluffy ottoman. Andrew gave a small nod and then sat forward and looked straight into her eyes.

  “I understand you have something to tell me.”

  “I do. I’m not who you think I am, Andrew. I’m a fraud. I’m a…”

  “Writer. Yes, I know that. You’re a writer and you are working on a series for Chicago World-NOW. That’s not what I’m talking about.”

  “I don’t understand. What else could matter? I lied to you about who I was and why I wanted to learn about submission.”

  “I know. I’ve always known.”

  Lexi froze.

  Andrew had to hide a smile at her expression. “Did you think we’d let a complete stranger join Club Hades without doing a complete background check? We screen our members extremely carefully. Even people with a reference from existing members. You didn’t even have that pet.”

  He watched her process that information. “You mean… you and Gabriel let me join even though you knew I was a reporter? Why?”

  “Two reasons. Obviously Gabriel and I care how the lifestyle is portrayed. There’s so much garbage printed on BDSM. You have a reputation for being fair to your subjects. Gabriel asked me to make sure that you really understood the meaning of the lifestyle.”

  “And the other reason?”

  “Gabriel was of the opinion that you had submissive tendencies. Once I met you, I had to agree.”

  “Is that why you spent so much time talking to me at first? To mold my opinion of the lifestyle? To try and get inside my head? To, I don’t know, impact why I wrote… to think I felt bad for lying to you. You were just as bad.”

  Lexi felt sick to her stomach. She’d been taken for a ride. Played. “Well, thank you for coming here to tell me that you fooled me. Great joke on me.”

  “It was no joke.” He leaned forward and took her hands. “And yes I was. You liked to me. I lied to you. I’d say we were pretty even in the deception stakes.”

  “But I felt guilty and went to Gabriel to confess and cancel our training sessions.”

  “And I went to Gabriel telling him that I couldn’t deceive you anymore. My feelings towards you aren’t professional. I’m starting to care about you as a woman and as a submissive, but you were just after a story, so I couldn’t train you anymore. I had to protect me heart.”

  Talk about going from zero to sixty in seconds. Lexi felt a stirring of hope. And then anger and outrage.

  “You know it all and you even did the same thing I did, going to Gabriel to cancel our sessions because you didn’t want to lie to me anymore and then you try to try to make me feel guilty for the same thing? You are such a hypocrite! Wait. Did you say you were developing feelings for me?”

  “I did, and fine, I’m a hypocrite. I’m also your Dom and I think I am falling in love with you. Do you really think I’m sex on a stick?”

  “Sex on a stick?” Her jaw dropped. “Gabriel showed you my story. Oh my god, he showed you what I wrote. That asshole! That story was private.”

  “You said you were falling in love with a man who saw you only as a student and even if he didn’t, you didn’t think you could give him what he wanted, a slave. Lexi, Gabe made me see something today. For years I told myself that was what I wanted, but no one was ever right for me. I have played with a number of slaves over the years but none of them was right for me. I kept telling myself I was holding out for the right slave, but I see now that I was holding out for the right woman. I can’t promise that our kinks will line up. You are just learning what you need and I need to readjust my idea of what I need. Do you think we can spend some time together figuring out what we both need?”

  “And my story?”

  “Submit it to your boss, Lexi. It was amazing and touching and also extremely accurate in its description of my manliness!”

  Without stopping to think, Lexi grabbed a cushion and threw it at Andrew.

  “Oh, pet. You are just asking for it, aren’t you? You have fifteen minutes to email your story to your editor and freshen up. Then we are going to have our scene, right here.”

  “In my living room?”

  “I’d prefer your bedroom, but I can improvise.”

  “But aren’t you on your way to the gym or something?”

  He wrinkled his forehead. “What are you talking about?”

  “You brought your gym bag. I figured you had somewhere to go…”

  Lexi was startled by his sudden laughter. “That’s not my gym bag, pet. That’s my toy bag.”

  “Toy bag?”

  “Yes, and you’ve already used up two minutes. Thirteen minutes left.” He stood up. “Point me to your bedroom so I can get things ready for you. I hope you are feeling rested, because I think we are going to have a long night.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Exactly thirteen minutes later, having stalled as long as she dared, Lexi walked slowly into her bedroom wearing only what he’d given her to wear, wrist and ankle cuffs. Pasting a serious expression on his face and placing his hands on his hips, Andrew forced himself to be stern with her when all he wanted to do was throw her on the bed and make love with her.

  That would come later. Right now, he had to set a tone. He wasn’t just her training Dom. He’d be her one and only Dom, if she would agree. That meant he had to show her just how perfect they were together and prove that they could find their own way in the lifestyle. If he could think of giving up, or at least modifying, his long held dream of having a slave, then she could meet him part way and show that she was willing to submit in the bedroom.

  He glanced at the bed. The footboard on her bed was perfect for his requirements. He’d fastened two ropes to the base and he’d fastened two more to the headboard. He waited until she approached within ten feet of him. Then he took a pillow and dropped it at his feet.

  Lexi had to hold back the sign of relief. Now she knew what to do. She approach Andrew and dropped to her k
nees. Then she dropped her head and kissed the tops of his bare feet. She kept her head lowered waiting for his signal.

  “Good girl.” Her heart swelled at his praise. “Kneel up and look at me.”

  She sat back on her heals and did as he said. The intensity of his gaze did funny things to her insides. She dropped her gaze lower, skimming over his six pack that she longed to touch and stopping at the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. They thought she might hyperventilate and fought to get her breathing under control. It was a very large bulge.

  He was wearing a pair of well-worn jeans and nothing else that she could see. She desperately wanted to touch that bulge. She reached out a hand and stopped. She glanced up at his face wondering what her punishment would be. Her heart pounded. Her pussy throbbed.

  “Is that what you want, Lexi? Do you want to touch my cock? Feel it? Suck it?”

  “Y-y-yes Sir.”

  “You have my permission.”

  Reaching out tentatively she unfastened the button on the waistband and then slowly lowered the zipper. He was commando. She could see the fine track of hair that lead from his navel down his flat stomach and disappeared into his jeans. She trailed her fingers along it.

  With a sound of impatience, or maybe it was frustration. He reached down and shoved his jeans down below his hips. His long thick hard cock sprung free and was not jutting up not inches from her face. There was already a pearly bead of moisture at its tip.

  Lexi leaned forward and delicately licked the head of his cock before opening her lips and taking the bulbous head into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could.

  Andrew thought his eyes might roll back in his head from pleasure as Lexi sucked his cock. Then she went to work with her small pink tongue and he knew he was in heaven. He groaned his approval and pleasure. Appearing to gain confidence, she fisted his shaft with one hand while the other gripped his hip for balance. He looked down revelling at the sight of her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she licked and sucked and tormented him. Clearly emboldened by his sounds of pleasure, Lexi, took him as deep as she could, her head bobbing on his cock, one hand squeezing him and moving in time with her mouth.

  He was close now, oh so close. With a moan of pleasure, he fisted his hands in her hair and took over.

  “Hands down, Lexi, relax your jaw and open wide.”

  She instantly obeyed and her response almost took him over the edge. She was perfect, just perfect. He didn’t need a slave when he had his Lexi.

  Grinning he started thrusting into her mouth. He started shallow but when deeper and deeper with every thrust. Magnificent submissive, amazing woman that she was, she took everything he had, her eyes shut tight as she moved with pleasure.

  It didn’t take long until he was ready to come. He pulled almost out so that only the head was in her mouth. “Swallow it all, Lexi. Don’t spill a drop or I’ll tan your ass and won’t let you come for a week. Understand me?”

  She moaned the affirmative around his cock and he couldn’t hold back anymore shooting jet after jet into her eager and waiting mouth.

  Lexi swallowed quickly, desperate to obey, revelling in following Andrew’s order. She was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life and was on the verge of coming just from giving her man, her Dom pleasure. She got it now, she really got it. The need to give, to submit to another person. And she knew, knew deep down in her bones, that Andrew wouldn’t leave her hanging. For all of his talk of punishments, she knew that her pleasure was important to him. But she also knew that he wouldn’t back away from punishing her. She’d lied to him and she’d submit to whatever he needed to give her in order to balance the books so they could move forward.

  “Stand!” he commanded. Trying to move gracefully, Lexi got to her feet. He’d pulled his pants back up and zipped them. She sighed in disappointment.

  Andrew chuckled. “You want me cock, pet? We’ll you’ll be getting it soon enough, but I owe you a punishment, don’t I Lexi?”

  “Uh, yes Sir?”

  This time he laughed out loud. She sounded so tentative and he could hear the desire in her voice and he could see the evidence dripping down between her thighs. She wanted him as much as he wanted her and by the time he was through with her punishment, she’d be begging for him.

  His cock started to harden again. Damn, he’d just come, but she had a way of turning him on that no one ever had before.

  He cupped her cheek. “I have an extra-large box of condoms in my bag and I intend to use them all this weekend. Are you up for that, Lex?”

  “Oh, yes please, Sir!”

  Chapter Twelve

  Faster than she would have thought possible, Andrew had her body bent over her own footboard, her legs spread wide and her ankle cuffs fastened to the legs of her bed. The exposed position felt both embarrassing and erotic.

  He’d thoughtfully provided a pillow for her to rest her head on. Her face was turned to the right but she couldn’t see anything because of the blindfold he’d placed on her.

  She heard the sound of a zipper. Hope surged that he was taking off his pants and going to start with sex, but the sound went on too long and she realized he’d opened his gym bag again. He’d opened it earlier to remove the ropes and blindfold before positioning her on the bed, but he’d closed it quickly so she couldn’t see what else was inside.

  The suspense was killing her. It was too small to hold a cane and he wasn’t wearing a belt, but he could have brought floggers or whips or a riding crop.

  He stood on her right side. She really wished she could see him. His hand touched her head. He grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head up of the pillow. Then he kissed her. Hard. Her mouth opened as his tongue demanded entrance. The kiss was sweet and beautiful and much too short.

  She reached for him as he drew back.

  “Naughty, naughty.”

  It took him only a few minutes to attach a rope to her right wrist cuff and fasten it to the headboard. Then he repeated the process on her left wrist. Now she was completely immobile and at his mercy. She’d never been more turned on in her life.

  Andrew moved between her spread thighs. She could feel the rasp of his jeans against her inner thighs and moaned. He hand moved to her core. She was spread open to his gaze and his touch and she felt powerful and sexy even as she was helpless to do anything but take what he chose to do to her.

  One big finger probed her folds. Her arousal surged. Her clit felt swollen. She tried to move, to rub it against… something, anything and get some friction but he’d tied her in such a way that there was nothing but air. She moaned in frustration.

  Smack. Her ass was stinging and it felt so good. But he’d also withdrawn his finger and she wanted it back. He smacked the other cheek.

  “You come when I say you come, Lexi, and not before. Just think what I could do to you, all tied up like this. I can turn you on and then pull back and I can do it over and over and over.” His voice went low and seductive and Lexi wanted to cry. “I control your pain and your pleasure, Lexi girl. That’s what it would mean to be mine. I always wanted a twenty four seven slave. I realize now that I’d hate to lose the Lexi that challenges me, the independent, intelligent, accomplished Lexi. And I’m good with that. I have realized that I don’t need, don’t want a full time slave.

  “But when it comes to sex, I want, I need absolute control. Can you deal with that my sweet? Can you give your body to me wholly and completely and trust me to give you want you need, even if it isn’t exactly what you think you want? Can you handle that? Can you handle me, Lexi? Speak up now if you can’t and I’ll untie you and walk out of your life, no hard feelings. But if you want me, you have to be willing to take all of me. There are no guarantees in life, but I’m willing to take a chance on us. What do you say? Are you willing to change our relationship and be my submissive, kneel at my feet and give me dominion over your pleasure and pain? In return I promise to look after your every sexual need, to give you emotional su
pport and to be your partner in everything and every way except for one.”

  Lexi didn’t have to think about it for a second. “Yes, yes Sir. A thousand times yes.”

  “We’ll go shopping tomorrow for a day collar for you. You can’t wear the leather out in public. But in the meantime, I owe you a spanking, a good, hard punishment spanking.”

  Without any further warning, the blows rained down on her exposed ass. There wasn’t a single square inch his hand didn’t cover and she loved every second of it. It hurt, but it was almost like magic how the sting turned into heat which turned into desire. When he paused to caress her burning ass, she could feel the moisture flowing from her clenching pussy.

  He slid a finger between her drenched folds. Then he slapped her swollen clit. She almost jumped out of her skin as a thunderbolt of arousal shot through her. If he did that again, she knew she’d come.

  “Did you like that, Lexi? You’re so fucking wet, Lexi. Are you turned on by your punishment?”

  She moaned.

  He slapped her clit again and she whimpered, holding back her orgasm by the smallest of threads.

  “Use your words, Lexi. Tell me how you feel and maybe I’ll let you have one orgasm.”

  “Oh, god, Sir. I’m so turned on. I want to come so badly. Please, please let me come.”

  “Since you ask so nicely…”

  Smack! He smacked her clit hard and she couldn’t hold on this time. She screamed as her orgasm slammed through her. He set up a hard steady rhythm slapping her clit over and over and over and her orgasm crashed over her in waves following the pattern of his strikes until she had nothing left and collapsed boneless onto the bed.