Saved by Submission

by Laney Rogers

  Table of Contents

  Saved by Submission

  ©opyright

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

  About the Author

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  Copyright © 2014 Laney Roger

  Edited by Tiffany Mason and Venus Cahill

  Cover Art by Les Byerley

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  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my husband, and his unfailing love and support, both for me and my writing. If it wasn’t for him, my courage might well have escaped me, and this amazing journey would never have taken place. I love you, Steve.

  Prologue

  The hairs on the back of Megan’s neck stood up and her hands gripped the window sill, the knuckles showing white against the regular tone of her skin.

  She breathed in and out a couple of times, determined to stay calm, and then turned to face the tall, blond male standing in the doorway to her bedroom.

  “What do you want, Carl?” she asked in a strained voice. “I’m getting ready to go out, so I’d really appreciate some privacy.”

  Megan took another long, even breath and then walked to where her mother’s boyfriend was standing. She held the door handle, and stood there, waiting for Carl to either speak or move out of the way so she could shut the door.

  Their eyes locked, and in that instant, Megan knew that she could either stand her ground or let him take control of whatever was going to happen here.

  The two of them were alone in the house. Her mother was in town, working the evening shift at the local supermarket, and would not be home for a couple of hours, at least.

  “Where are you off to this time, Megan?” he asked, making no effort to move. “You didn’t get in ’til almost two this morning; and now you’re going out again. Where’s the money coming from to fund all this socializing?”

  “That’s none of your business, Carl. Where I go and what I do doesn’t concern you. As far as how I pay for it… Well, let’s see. I know it’s a totally foreign concept to you, but I actually go out to work and earn the money I need. Now, please get out of the way so I can have a little privacy to get ready.”

  Carl’s facial expression changed from sarcasm to anger in just a heartbeat.

  Megan instinctively took a step back. She should have played it cool and unbothered, but yet again she’d let her mouth run away with her.

  “Don’t you get a smart mouth with me, you little bitch. Just remember that your mother invited me to live here with her while I get my business up and running. Working as an office gofer at a little law firm doesn’t entitle you to look down on me, so watch your mouth.”

  With that, Carl walked into Megan’s room and shut the door behind him. He didn’t look it on the outside, but Megan knew that the lean, wiry man in front of her could be surprisingly strong.

  Megan’s stomach clenched. Her phone sat on the nightstand behind her, but she knew that he was not just going to let her pick it up and call for help.

  Carl’s voice changed to a soft, sleazy tone. “You know, you don’t have to leave the house to have some fun, Meggie. We could make our own fun right here.”

  He took a step forward and reached out, stroking her long, thick copper hair, and then let his hand rest on her shoulder. “You have the same dark green eyes as your mom, Megan.”

  He let his hand drop down, until his fingers swept over her right breast. He cupped the underside and then stepped closer, moving his left arm around her.

  Megan’s whole body froze, repulsed at his touch. Her heart pounded, and she knew that the only way she was going to get him away from her would be to fight.

  “Get the fuck off me!” she yelled, pushing his arm away from her body and jumping back, only just managing to stop herself from falling on to the bed directly behind her. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

  Carl smirked. “Come on, little girl. You need a real man to satisfy you. Not those useless little fuckers that you hang out with. You know, one of the reasons I decided to move in here was so that we could get to know each other…a lot better. Your mom’s okay, and not a bad looker for her age. But you and I… now we could really have a good time.”

  With that, he lurched forward and grabbed Megan with both hands. He pulled her against him and then, gripping her with one arm, forced her chin up and kissed her roughly, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth.

  Megan instantly fought him, pushing against his hold. Her hand managed to reach his face, where she scratched him right across the cheek.

  Carl took his mouth away from hers and growled an expletive. Then his hand came up and he slapped her so hard that she fell straight back on to her bed.

  He fell on top of her and tugged at her tee shirt, determined to show her that one scratch was not going to stop him from getting what he wanted. His hand found her breast again, and his finger and thumb twisted her nipple, cruelly.

  Megan thrashed under him, trying to bring her knee up to his groin, but he held her down with a surprising strength.

  Terrified, she realized that she was not going to be able to fight him off.

  Suddenly Carl froze on top of her body.

  Pinned underneath him, Megan heard a car coming down the driveway.

  The relief she felt was overwhelming, especially as her bedroom window was open, and she could shout for help. There were no neighbors close by, so whoever it was, Megan knew she had to make as much noise as possible.

  Just as she opened her mouth to scream, Carl rolled off her, and stood up.

  He stared at her, his lips drawn up into a snarl. “Not one word, Megan, you remember that.”
Then he laughed, a mean, grating noise that made her skin crawl. “Not that anyone will believe you with your track record. But just in case you’re tempted, listen up sweetheart. The next time, I’ll make sure we’ll be somewhere where no-one can find us.”

  Megan lay on the bed, her hands gripping the comforter as Carl loomed over her. His mouth stretched into a wide, ugly smile as he shook his head slowly. “The things I could do to you.”

  With that, he turned and walked calmly out of the room.

  The second Megan heard the kitchen door open and close, she leapt up from the bed and rushed out of her room. She sped down the hallway and wrenched the front door open, almost falling down the two front steps in her haste to get away.

  When she saw whose car it was parked in the driveway, she almost broke down in tears with relief. When she reached the car however, her heart jumped into her mouth. It was empty.

  “Nicky?” she yelled. “Nicky, where are you?”

  “I’m here,” a voice replied, coming from around the side of the house. “I was going to the back door, like I alwa…” Nicky’s voice came to an abrupt halt when she caught sight of her friend, standing by the car. “Jesus Christ, what’s happened,” she said, taking in Megan’s disheveled appearance and bright red cheek where Carl had hit her.

  “I need to get away, please Nicky. Just get in the car and drive. Please!”

  Her voice rose to a shriek and Nicky nodded, then jumped into the car and started the engine immediately. Megan got into the passenger side and Nicky reversed back down the driveway into the street, her tires screeching as she accelerated and sped off up the road.

  Neither of them said a word for about a mile, and then Nicky pulled over into a gas station and parked around the side of the building, away from other drivers.

  She took off her seat belt and turned to look at her friend.

  Megan sat very still, gazing out of the window, her hands gripping the edge of her seat.

  Nicky undid Megan’s seat belt. “You look like you could do with a hug, M.”

  Megan turned to her and gave a wobbly smile, which quickly turned to a grimace, and then her whole face crumpled and she dissolved into tears.

  Nicky held her and let her cry until the sobs turned to little choking hiccups.

  “It was Carl again, wasn’t it? Only it looks to me like he’s stepped it up a few notches. Am I right?”

  Megan extracted herself from the hug, and leaned back, sighing as she did so. “You could say that, yes. He came into my room and wouldn’t leave. Then he started to feel me up. I scratched his face and he hit me, and then he… he tried to…”

  She couldn’t bring herself to say the word rape, but it hung in the air between them as they sat there in Nicky’s old, worn out Chevy, staring at each other in horror.

  After what seemed like a long silence, Nicky suddenly turned back in her seat and started the engine. “Right, we’re going straight to your mom, because you’ve got tell her what’s going on, M. This is fucking ridiculous. He needs to be arrested and slung in jail.”

  “No!”

  Nicky turned to her friend, a look of disbelief on her face. “What?”

  Tears had begun to collect again in Megan’s eyes. She closed her eyes, and then rubbed them with her knuckles. “No one believes me, Nicky, you know that. Not with my track record. Least of all, Mom. As far as she is concerned, he can do no wrong, and I’m the pain in the ass, failure of a daughter.

  “I’ve done nothing but rebel, since dad died. I screwed up in school, failed just about everything, and then I spent the next three years running around this shitty town. I’ve pissed off so many people I’ve lost count, including mom, anyone who gave me a chance at a job, and most of the local law enforcement. Who the hell is going to believe me over the blue-eyed boyfriend?”

  Nicky watched the tears fall then grabbed her best friend and hugged her tightly.

  After a couple of minutes, Megan pulled away, and wiped her eyes defiantly with the back of her hand. “What you said the other day, about just packing up our stuff and driving away from this town. Did you really mean it?”

  Nicky stared at Megan, and then a smile lit up her heart shaped face. “You know I did. I just wasn’t brave enough to do it on my own.” Her big brown eyes were shining in the dim light. “We could really do this, M. I’ve already got a place lined up where we could stay. Stacy says we could start work as soon as we got there. What do you think?”

  There was silence in the car for a few seconds. “There’d be jobs for both of us…really?”

  “Yes, really. It’ll work, I know it will.”

  Nicky’s voice was shrill with excitement. But Megan knew that if she went with her best friend, the job she appeared so thrilled about would mean taking her clothes off, on a stage, with strangers gawping at her.

  Apparently, according to Nicky’s cousin, Stacy, the club had a good reputation, and the girls were looked after properly with their safety being put first at all times. But still, could she really do it?

  Megan knew how much Nicky wanted to leave. Her situation was a lot worse than Megan’s. With an abusive alcoholic mother, and a father who had left when she had just turned twelve, there were money collectors knocking on the door at all times of the day and night.

  Megan wiped her eyes one last time and cleared her throat. “Right then, what time do we leave in the morning?”

  Nicky gave a whoop of delight, and grabbed her best friend in a bear hug.

  Megan laughed for the first time in quite a while as the two women sat in Nicky’s beat up car, at the gas station, and made their plans.

  Megan finally returned to her house when she was sure her mother was home from work, and both she and Carl had retired for the night. She went straight to her room and began packing her belongings, quickly and quietly. After filling two large bags, she stopped, knowing that the less she took, the easier it would be in the long run. Space was bound to be limited, wherever this place was that Nicky had lined up.

  Carefully, she wrapped the photo of her dad that had stood on her bedside table for the past four years. Sorry about the job, dad, she thought. But it won’t be forever. Just until I get enough money to go back to school and make something of myself, I promise.”

  Sleep was a long time coming, but eventually Megan drifted off, having set her alarm clock radio to come on softly at five in the morning.

  By five twenty she was washed, dressed and ready to leave. Creeping down the hallway, she tiptoed through the kitchen with her bags and let herself out of the side door into the chilly morning air. At the end of the driveway she turned and glanced back at the house, standing there in the darkness, so filled with bad memories and hurt feelings.

  Determinedly, she began to walk away down to the end of the road, hoping and praying that Nicky would be there, waiting. When she spotted the car, she ran the last few yards, her long hair blowing around in the early morning breeze. She arrived out of breath with her arms aching from the weight of her bags.

  Nicky jumped out of the car, grinning. “All set?” she asked, grabbing one of the bags and putting it in the trunk.

  “Absolutely,” Megan replied, feeling the butterflies in her stomach as she threw the other bag in and then slammed the trunk shut.

  “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  Nicky gave a nervous laugh, obviously as wound up as Megan.

  Once they were both inside the car, Nicky produced a large flask and two plastic cups. “I made some hot chocolate, to toast our departure.” She poured some into each cup and handed one to her friend. “To the two of us, and whatever is around the corner. ’Cause it’s got to be better than this shit, right?”

  “Amen to that,” Megan replied.

  They both took a sip, and then Nicky started her old banger of a car.

  By the time they reached the interstate, both women were singing along to the radio at the tops of their voices, and neither one looked back as their childhood town slip
ped away behind them, and finally disappeared into the grey early morning light.

  Chapter One

  Two months later…

  Megan stood, small tray still in her hands, and watched the scene unfold in front of her. The room was alive with activity, but it was the couple at the spanking bench that had really grabbed her attention. She had watched them before, a couple of weeks ago, trying not to appear too absorbed while she did so; but it was hard to look away.

  The submissive stood before her Dominant and took off her clothing, what little there was of it. Her eyes flickered upwards and she glanced at him several times, a look of total adoration and submission etched on her face.

  When she was totally naked, the submissive stood, in what Megan had learnt in just a few weeks was called the inspection position, her feet spread apart and her hands interlaced behind her head. This caused her back to arch, which thrust her breasts forward till they almost touched her Dom’s lower chest.

  He walked around her, obviously pleased with what he saw, and then gave her some instruction, which Megan had no hope of hearing with the music and voices around her.

  The submissive went over to a table and brought a flogger back to her Dom, lowering gracefully to her knees and presenting it to him in her outstretched hands.

  He took it from her, helped her to her feet, and after kissing her firmly, he nodded towards the spanking bench. She turned and arranged herself over the piece of dungeon furniture. He secured her wrists and ankles, checking that her circulation was good and that she was comfortable.

  When he began to flog her, the falls lightly flicking over her back and bottom, Megan watched the woman’s reaction closely. Her ass seemed to push upwards with obvious need. After a couple of minutes, the falls hit with more force, turning the sub’s cheeks a rosy shade of pink, and Megan gripped her drink tray until her knuckles turned white, surprised, as always at her body’s response while watching a scene like this.