Sexed Into Submission

by Julie Bailes

  “I’m sure it’s a lot, Gavin. See you later,” I giggle. Starting the engine to my Audi R8 convertible, I let the top down and drive toward the spa.

  Fifteen minutes later, I pull into the parking lot and silence my engine. Before I remove my keys from the ignition, Dean’s knocking at my window. Unlocking my doors, he opens it and extends his hand to help me from my seat. “Hey, sexy girl,” he greets. Placing his hand to the small of my back, he guides me toward the spa’s entrance. With each step we take, his hand slips lower and lower.

  “Dean?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Your hand… move it higher,” I instruct.

  Chuckling, he opens the door and motions me inside. After years of repeated rejection, I figured he would understand I’m not sleeping with him. God, I’ve been tempted to cave in to my lusty desires, but it will never happen. If I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s you don’t mix business with pleasure, which is why I need to keep my distance from Ryder. If things went badly, it would be the end of my career. Besides, I actually care about Dean. He’s more than my boss. He’s a great friend, and I never want things to get awkward between us.

  “Piper!” My ears ring as Gemma runs to me, squealing my name at the top of her voice. With her arms open wide, she wraps her arms around my neck and gives a tight squeeze. “Hey, Gem. How’s that ankle?” She lost her grip during one of her moves, slipped to the floor, and rolled her ankle on impact. She’s been out for six weeks with a sprain, but she got cleared to return to the stage tonight.

  “Girl, good as gold,” she replies, nonchalantly. Releasing my neck, she goes back to her seat where Starlet, Candy, and Jasmine sit in massage chairs.

  “Good as gold, huh? Why are you limping?” I call her bluff. Taking the massage chair beside Gemma, I lower my feet into the bubbly spa and relax.

  “Remember that lawyer I met on vacation?” I nod. “Well, just know my limping has nothing to do with my ankle,” she boasts.

  “Well, you be sure to get it under control before tonight’s show.” The next twenty-five minutes I listen to Gemma tell me how she’s head over heels for a man she’s known for less than five months. She visited New York for vacation, almost got knocked over by a bicyclist, and her ‘knight in shining armor’ pulled her out of harm’s way. Now, she’s convinced he’s her soul mate. She calls it fate, but I call it for what it is, luck. Love only exists in fairytales, and fairytales are bogus.

  When my toenails are dry, the esthetician calls me back into her private area. Positioning myself into her chair, I place a foot in each stirrup. “Okay, take a deep breath in and let it out, slowly.” Following her instructions, I feel her coat my bikini line with hot, thick, and sticky wax. As soon as I release the lung full of air I inhaled, she rips the paper strip from my most sensitive area. “Agh! No counting?” I wince.

  Moving to the opposite side, she scrunches her nose and says, “It hurts less when you’re not expecting it.”

  “Uh, no, no it doesn’t. I’ve been through this more than once, and it’s less agonizing when you give some sort of warning,” I argue.

  “Okay… WARNING!” she screams, repeating the same technique she used the last time.

  “Aghhh. I said a countdown, goddammit.” Ignoring my excruciating outburst, she spreads wax over my mound. “You said give you a warning, that’s what I gave you,” she shrugs.

  “Fair enough,” I nod, as she flattens another strip. “How about 1, 2, warning?”

  She gives a curt nod. “1, 2, WARNING!”

  Gripping the sides of the chair and squeezing my eyes closed, I take in a mouth full of air and hold it, bracing myself for the burning torture. Either I’m numb from the seven layers too many being torn from my pussy or pain is mentally controlled, but I didn’t feel a thing. “Thank you,” I exhale.

  After I’m finished with the esthetician from hell, I tie my robe, and go to meet Dean in the private waiting area he pays extra for. I’m the last one to join in, and the girls are already lined up and awaiting Dean’s instruction. While Dean dismisses the estheticians with large tips, I scurry over and take my place at the end of line. Turning to face us, Dean crosses his arms and says, “Ladies, please remove your robes.” Of course, I’m the first to drop my robe. I untie the damn thing and toss it across the room.

  Sporting an ear-to-ear smile, Dean makes his way before me. His chocolate eyes travel along my body, inspecting every inch. When his eyes make it to my red, smooth mound, he nods appreciatively. “Perfect, as usual, Piper,” he praises. “You may dress and go ahead on over to the club. Beast is already there. I’d like for you to help Gemma prepare for tonight’s performances.”

  “Got it, boss.” Leaving the robe behind, I go over and slip on my dress. When I get into my car, I check my phone and see I have a missed call from Paul, my father. Weird. He hasn’t called me in over six months. Curious to see if something’s wrong, I return his call, but he ignores my call and sends me to voicemail. Asshole. Tossing my phone into the passenger’s seat, I drive to Delectable Desires.

  When I pull into my parking space, I get an uneasy feeling when the only car I see isn’t Beast’s, it’s Sailor’s, my ex-master. Sailor and I met during my seventh month at DD. Covered in tattoos, with tousled blond hair, and baby blue eyes, he quickly gained my interest. The first time he slid money into my garter, his fingers brushed the inside of my thigh and took my breath away. From that point on, his touch held me hostage. Each night I took the stage, I danced for him, only him.

  The more he touched me, the more I craved. Weeks went by and nothing happened. At night, I’d lose sleep imagining how it would feel to have his hands caress my body. I’d longed for him to claim me, to sooth the ache he left between my thighs. One night, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I had never been one to approach a man, they always came to me, but if he wasn’t going to man up and make a move, I was.

  That night, I settled on a skimpy two-piece, a black lace tube top, matching thong and chaps, and red seven-inch cutout platforms. The theme of the night was Rock N Roll, and Dean let the members chose which song each dancer would perform to. Once I was in position, lights flashed and the familiar beat of “She Rides” by Danzig boomed through the building. As the lyrics “She rides” filled my ears, I did exactly that. I rode the pole. I climbed up and down the pole performing various tricks, and then went into a floor routine. My eyes remained attached to Sailor’s as I made my way off the stage and straddled his lap. Then, I gave him the best fucking lap dance in all of lap dancing history. As I ground my pussy against his responsive cock, I took my hard nipples and ran then across his bottom lip.

  Immediately, Sailor’s mouth opened and captured my sensitive bud. Sailor had no self-control. He lifted us off the chair, walked us out of the club, and took me to his car. He laid me on the hood of his silver Pagaini Zonda Cinque Roadster; a ridiculously expensive and sexy sports car. With my back flat against the hood, he ran the tips of his fingers down the middle of my stomach. Sliding his fingers into the front of my panties, he ripped the mesh material from my body. It wasn’t until I heard the tearing foil that I realized he had dropped his shorts. Flawlessly, he guided the rippled latex down his glorious, hard length. Taking hold of the outside of my thighs, he pulled me down the hood and slammed into me. In the middle of a busy city, on the hood of a car, Sailor fucked me hard and stole my heart.

  He fucked me in ways I’d never been fucked before. I still haven’t experienced anyone even a fraction as good as Sailor was. He introduced me to a lifestyle I had no clue existed, a life of bondage and discipline. A life where I quickly discovered pain is my pleasure. It was something I craved each day, and something I still yearn for, yet, I’ll never have.

  Sailor is the only man I’ve ever loved. When we decided to be monogamous, he stressed how important trust was, how crucial it is to having a successful relationship. I believed him. I trusted him with my life. Just when things between us got serious, I discovered
he was the biggest fucking hypocrite to walk this Earth. After a night of pleasurable lashings and multiple orgasms, Sailor fell into a deep, deep sleep. His cell phone rang constantly, but he never rolled over to answer. When his phone rang for a sixth time, and he still didn’t budge, I reached over and answered the call.

  To my surprise, there was an extremely pissed of woman on the other end. “Who in the hell is this?” she seethed.

  “Who the fuck is this?” I retorted.

  “Why are you answering my husband’s phone,” she questioned, completely baffled.

  “I’m sorry. I think you’ve dialed the wrong number. Who are you trying to reach?” I asked.

  “Damn right, you’re sorry. I don’t have the wrong number. Where is Sailor?” My heart plummeted deep into the dark pit of my stomach. My Sailor, my master… he was married.

  Livid, I threw the phone at his head and told him to get the fuck out of my apartment. As tears poured down my face, I confronted the lying fuck about living a double life, and he didn’t deny it. Worst part about the entire situation was they were expecting their second child in a matter of weeks. I am many things, but a home wrecker isn’t one of them. I have standards. I don’t mess around with married men, knowingly anyway.

  Sailor tried to use my weakness against me. Told me if I didn’t close my mouth and stop telling him to leave, he’d stick something in it and spank me while he rammed his dick into the back of my throat. Tempting as it was, shit was not going to happen. With fury pumping through my veins, I bitch slapped him so hard his cheeks made a clapping sound. When he brought his face back around, I expected to see anger, but I didn’t. What I saw was watery eyes full of regret and pain. He leaned in to kiss me one last time, but I pushed him away. “We aren’t finished, Piper. I’ll never release you. You are, and will forever be, mine,” he promised.

  I didn’t need him to release me. Our relationship was consensual, not contractual. “You don’t need to emancipate me, Sailor. I discharge you.” With that, I closed and locked my door, then went into my room and cried myself into a coma.

  True to his word, Sailor’s never given up on trying to win me back. He bought the car I drive and paid for the condo I reside in. He sends me designer handbags, clothes, and shoes. He has flowers delivered to my house every Saturday. When he isn’t eyeball deep in paperwork, he comes to the front of the stage and observes me while I perform. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like teasing him, reminding him of what could have been. Even though I despise him, I owe him thanks. He is my constant reminder why I avoided commitment for so long. Men are promiscuous. They can’t be trusted. With my give-a-damn attitude busted, I came to the conclusion; if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. I will never allow someone to cause me such a large amount of pain, again. Physical pain is blissful, but emotional pain; well, it can be as deadly as a heart attack.

  Tapping on my windshield breaks my reminiscing trance. Beast opens my car door and helps me to stand. “Damn, girl, where were you? You were looking right through me, eyes wide and not blinking. Freaky shit,” he shivers.

  “Just thinking, that’s all. Where were you? Dean told me you were supposed to be here when I arrived.”

  He unlocks the back door that leads to the dressing rooms and escorts me inside. “Baby momma drama, nothing I want to talk about,” he answers.

  “Ah, enough said.” He flashes a sympathetic smile. There’s only a few people who know about what happened between Ryder and me, and Beast is one of them. “Oh, no. Don’t you dare look at me with pity. It’s been a year already. I’m over it,” I say. Beast nods and heads out to prepare for the evening. Moments later, Gemma, Starlet, and Candy trickle in and begin freshening up. Dressing in a pair of red boy-shorts and sports bra, I fix my hair in a single thick braid and go out to practice, just as Dean instructed.

  Four

  Ryder

  Sleep deprived and a bit tense, I arrive at the club earlier than usual, hoping to sneak down a drink or two before we open. As I’m pouring myself a shot of whiskey, I hear the front doors jar. Looking up from my glass, I see Dean and Sailor making their way in my direction. “Hey, bro, how’s it going?” I ask, depleting my glass of the fiery cinnamon liquid that once filled it.

  “Life is good, man.” Walking around the bar, Dean slaps my shoulder, and picks up a bottle of Ciroc. “So?” he asks, filling both himself and Sailor a glass of vodka.

  “So, what?” I shrug.

  “How bad did our girl give it to you last night?” he laughs.

  “Our girl? I don’t think so, baby brother. I don’t share. You know this already.”

  His laughter goes silent. “Dude, chill your shit. I didn’t mean it the way your possessive brain construed it.” He tosses his hands up in surrender. “Piper wants nothing to do with me. Believe me, I’ve tried,” he adds.

  At the mention of Piper’s name, Sailor coughs as if he’s being strangled. Beating his chest with his hand, he regains his composure. “Piper doesn’t belong to either one of you motherfuckers,” he spits, slamming his glass onto the bar.

  Involuntarily, my head snaps in Sailor’s direction. “What the did you just say?” I ask, preparing to shove my fist down his throat if he’s ballsy enough to repeat it.

  Pushing his stool back, he leans over the bar and comes too close for my liking. “You heard me. Piper belongs to me, no one else. Whatever it is you ‘think’ is going on between you and her, I advise you to squash it and walk away. Stay the fuck away from my girl,” he seethes, his spit landing on my forearm.

  That’s it. Reaching out, I take the collar of his shirt and pull him to me. “Look here, motherfucker. You listen to me closely. I don’t take orders from anyone. My brother may deal with your arrogant ass, walking around here like you’re big fucking shit, but I assure you, I won’t. Judging by Piper’s reaction to me, the way she whimpered and moaned when I ground my dick against her tight, round ass; this is a cockfight you don’t want, because you won’t win. Cross my line again, and I assure you, you won’t be crossing back over it.” My voice is laced with venom.

  “Okay, you two, put your dicks back into your pants and sit the fuck down,” Dean commands, using his arms to separate Sailor and me. Standing my ground, I glare at Sailor and wait for him to sit first. Neither one of us moves. “I mean it, goddammit. Sit down.”

  Adjusting his shirt, Sailor sits first. Popping my neck and rolling my shoulders, I pick up the bottle of whiskey to pour myself another. This cocky asshole has left me furious. Fuck a shot, I need the entire damn bottle.

  Before another word is spoken, the curtain that leads backstage opens, revealing my dream-invading temptress. Noticing all eyes on her, she winks and blows us a kiss, causing my dick to grow heavy, almost as if her kiss traveled through the air and wrapped itself around me. “What I wouldn’t give to have one more night of sin with her sensual ass.” This motherfucker, so help me God, I’ll beat him within an inch of his life.

  Dean can tell I’m about to lose my shit by the way my hands are balled into fists, itching to land a solid punch to the side of Sailor’s temple. “Sailor, you need to give it up, man. You’re married, and you have two kids. You can’t prevent her from getting involved with someone else. You two aren’t together anymore. Hell, you should have never been together to begin with. It’s been a year. It’s time to move on and let her go.”

  “I’ll never let her go. If she won’t be with me, I’ll be damned if I let her be with another,” Sailor replies, his eyes remaining on Piper as she warms up.

  “Ryder, I need you to go check on the girls,” Dean announces.

  “I’ll go back with him. I have something I need to attend to,” Sailor chimes.

  “No,” I say, sternly. He gives me a who-the-fuck-are-you look. “I think you mean someone– rather than something, so, no.”

  Jumping up, he cocks his head and asks, “You fucking her?”

  “No, not yet, but soon,” I smirk.

  Right away, his no
strils flare as his face and neck turn a beet red. “Over my dead body. There will be no, ‘yet’,” he growls, slamming his fist onto the bar.

  A thick laugh flows from my mouth. “Believe me, it’s going to happen. Sooner, rather than later.”

  Just as Sailor opens his mouth to fire his snarky reply, Dean pipes up. “Sailor, once again, you’re out of line. Check yourself and remember your place in my club. Ryder is the COO of this business, and he carries just as much authority as I do. You will watch your tone, and your disrespecting him ends here, right now. You’re a great asset to Delectable Desires, but if you step out of line and disregard Ryder, again, I will fire your ass,” Dean warns. “Now, Ryder, get your ass back there and handle business. Sailor, if you’ll follow me, I have some reports I need you to skim over.” Sailor nods, and I walk back to check on our ladies.

  When I get backstage, all the girls are dressed and ready to go, everyone except for Piper. “Good evening, ladies. Just checking to see if you all are ready for tonight? Anyone need anything before we open the doors?” Everyone shakes their head and continues prepping themselves for their recital. As I’m skimming the area for my blonde diosa, Starlet takes me off-guard, trailing her fingers up the front of my shirt, and circling her arms around my neck.

  “We’re all fine, but what about you? Do you need anything, Ryder? Is there something I can do for you?” Her voice is a whisper-like tone, seducing and intriguing. For a moment, I consider taking her into secluded room and letting her suck my dick to eliminate my frustration, but that thought quickly vanishes when I see Piper exit the bathroom and strut to her locker, completely, and gloriously naked.

  Unable to control the way my body gravitates to her, I push Starlet away and make my way to Piper. When I get to her, she’s bent over, gripping her ankles, stretching her calves. Taking a few steps back, purposefully making distance between us, I cock my head and catch a glimpse of the sweet, pink flesh between her thighs. Instantly, my cock becomes hard as a rock, and all I can think about is dropping my pants and diving balls deep into her luscious fucking cunt. My fingers ache to slide between her inviting slit and circle her sensitive nub.