The Club 5: Submit (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Suzy Shearer

  Cassie and Fleur just nodded their heads in agreement. They knew what I was trying to say. But still I couldn’t hand over my life to him full time as much as I wanted what he was willing to give me.

  I tried to explain how hard I had worked, how I had built up my business on my own. How giving someone control over every aspect of my life was against everything I had worked for.

  I could only have a relationship with someone who treated me as an equal.

  Lisa spoke up. “Okay, girls, I have to report.”

  She then told us what had happened after I had left Jackson after the opening. I looked at her, stunned.

  “Jackson told you everything?”

  “Yes, he did, which is more than I can say he told you.”

  I had no idea what she was talking about, and judging from their reaction, neither did the others.

  “He omitted a very important fact when he talked to you about being his sub and wanting you to submit.”

  I was really puzzled. “What could he have possibly not told me that would make any difference, Lisa?”

  “He forgot to tell you that he doesn’t want a 24-7 Dom/sub relationship. He wants an equal relationship except in the bedroom.”

  I sat back in my chair. It floored me to hear her say that. For a moment I could not speak.

  “Let me get this straight.” I looked around the table. Fleur was grinning like a maniac and the others were smiling at me. “Basically I can do whatever I want, make my own decisions, and have Jackson as long as I submit in the bedroom?”

  They were all nodding their heads at me, like those silly dogs in the back of your car.

  I burst into tears. I mean what else could I do?

  Here was the miracle I had searched for. Fleur handed over a tissue.

  “So you don’t mind being a sub in the bedroom?”

  I giggled, blushed, and nodded. “I can do that, especially if it is anything like last Saturday.”

  My heart was singing! The way Jackson made me feel…I could have it all without giving up control out of the bedroom.

  “I have to ring him.” I went to get up. “He has been ringing the gallery all day yesterday. He sent flowers this morning.”

  They all screamed, “No!”

  I looked at them in surprise. “Why not?”

  “We have a plan. Mind you, it is even better now we have heard Lisa’s report.”

  I looked from one to the other. What on earth did these six women have in mind? I had a feeling it was going to be rather sneaky and fun.

  “Okay, tell me.”

  Lisa looked at Fleur. “You tell her, it was your idea, we just elaborated on it.”

  So Fleur took up the plot.

  They had decided I would go to the masquerade ball on Saturday. They figured Jackson would not want to go but they would get Paul and Richard to make him, reminding him that it was an anniversary party. I was to be dressed in some sexy outfit and he would realise just how much he loved me and wanted me. No matter what sort of relationship I wanted, he would agree to it.

  Of course, now that they knew I could accept being a sub in the bedroom, they knew it would work. They just had to ensure he came and they had to figure out a suitable outfit that would rock his world.

  Juliet said I should go as a slave girl but Erin said I could not because she already had her slave girl costume. Fleur suggested a harem girl and then everyone started talking at once with their suggestions. I had been thinking, and then I burst out laughing.

  “I have the perfect outfit.”

  They looked at me expectantly.

  “Okay, I have to explain first of all. When I first saw Jackson he scared me, I thought he was like a wolf stalking me. Anyway, I have told him a few times he is a wolf and a couple of times I talked about me being Little Red Riding Hood. “

  The girls looked at me and grinned. I think they knew what I had in mind.

  Fleur piped up. “He calls her ‘little rabbit.’ He should call her Red.”

  I blushed and tried to ignore her.

  “So what if I wore a black corset thingy but had a Red Riding Hood cloak over the top? My mask could be like the hood of the cloak.”

  “I love it!” Juliet said and the others all agreed.

  “You could have a black corset, with a long red skirt, with a slit up one side. That way you could wear high boots underneath and you wouldn’t see them unless the skirt parted,” Kendra said.

  “Yes, and you could rig it so he could rip the skirt off.” Fleur giggled. “Make sure you conveniently forget your panties.”

  Cassie piped up. “You could wear a black velvet ribbon around your neck like a collar, showing you accept him as your Dom.”

  “Oh, he will die when he sees you. He is going to know immediately and I bet he drags you off into a dark corner and fucks you like crazy.” Fleur grinned at me.

  “I bet he doesn’t even bother looking for a dark corner, he will take you as soon as he recognises you and gets you alone,” Lisa said. “Remember, girls, I heard the desperation in his voice when he thought he had lost Georgia forever.”

  We spent the rest of the lunch discussing what I needed to buy to complete my outfit. Cassie gave me the address of an outfitter where I could get the corset and the thigh-high boots. By the time I left, I was feeling pretty excited and very happy.

  Lisa had agreed to send Jackson a message to say I had a private number and she was unable to get it or my address. She would talk with Paul to make sure Jackson was at the party.

  I had been given orders to arrive at nine o’clock. By then the girls and their partners would have everything set up, ready to catch a wolf.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I was so nervous for the rest of the week.

  I had my outfit organised. It looked great, with the long skirt and the cloak. It looked very demure, but when I walked, the split meant my boots were shown and that wasn’t all. I had decided on a wraparound-type skirt. It just joined at the side with Velcro so there was a natural split. The corset was black with red ribbons and was very low cut. I was sure my boobs would fall out if I moved the wrong way. The outfitters had made me a mask, black and red. It covered half my face so, together with the hood, I was unrecognisable. I also had a black velvet collar to wear.

  Jackson had sent more flowers, each with one word. “Please,” “See,” and “Me.” I was so tempted to ring him. It was all I could do not to drag the phone to me and beg him to come to me. Lisa must have known how much I was struggling. She turned up at the gallery on Friday.

  “How are you holding up, Georgia?”

  “Just, I want to ring him. It is so hard.”

  “One more day. It will be worth it. Anyway, look at it as payback for the way he scared you that first night at The Club.”

  I nodded. Actually, if I did look at it that way I didn’t feel so bad. I just hoped this worked.

  I introduced Lisa to Janice and made us all a coffee. Lisa stayed for half an hour, then kissed my cheek and grinned.

  “Nine o’clock, girl. No earlier.”

  I smiled at her. Janice looked at me. She knew something was going on but did not comment.

  “Don’t ask, Janice, just don’t ask.” I laughed.

  We worked through the rest of the day. I was so relieved when it was time to lock up. I gathered all my lovely flowers and took them home with me on Friday night. They were my link to Jackson, my proof that he would still pursue me even when I sent him away.

  * * * *

  Paul rang. Actually, he kept ringing to tell me I had to come on Saturday to the ball. I told him I wasn’t going until he reminded me that the whole affair was for Fleur and Richard’s anniversary. I had to go, I knew they would be very hurt if I didn’t and that was something I didn’t want so I promised Paul I would be there.

  “Just don’t expect me to get dressed up.”

  Paul had just laughed at that comment.

  Lisa had rung, telling me Georgia had a private numb
er and she couldn’t find her address. On Tuesday I had rung the gallery. Georgia wasn’t there and her PA told me she was sick. I knew she had that headache the night before.

  What could be wrong with her? Was it serious?

  I felt so useless, she was sick and here I was miles away. Of course, there was the fact that she didn’t want to see me. How on earth could I get her to see me? I decided to send her flowers, actually I sent some each day. She just had to see that if we could talk I could explain everything. I didn’t want to throw away our chance at happiness without a fight.

  Well, first thing on Monday morning, I intended to be on the doorstep of the gallery, and I was not going to budge until she saw me and agreed to talk.

  * * * *

  I looked at myself in the mirror.

  Who was the woman who looked back at me?

  I grinned in delight. My body was doing loop-the-loops, my stomach rebelling with every circuit. I just hoped I could make it without being sick. I gave a few experimental walks up and down while looking in the mirror. You could see way past the tops of the boots, even a hint of bare flesh at the bottom of the corset. I still was not sure if I would forgo my panties like the girls suggested. I was not sure if I was that brave.

  Time to go.

  I picked up the invitation, my keys and phone, and I stuck my license in my phone case. My hands were shaking. I got to the front door and ripped off my panties, then ran outside, shutting the door before I changed my mind.

  The drive to The Club seemed to take forever but finally I pulled into the car park. It took me five minutes to find somewhere to park. It seemed like there were hundreds of cars. I remembered the first time I had come to this place, how nervous I felt, but this time I was even worse.

  Gathering my courage, I got out the car and walked into The Club. I handed in my invitation and got a key, walking in the change room. I threw my things in the locker and then sat down. A few women walked past. They were dressed to kill in skimpy outfits and elaborate masks.

  Okay, I could sit here forever, but that would be damn silly. I left the room and headed toward the bar. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I was about to walk further into The Club when Fleur walked toward me. I burst out laughing.

  She was dressed as a Dom. She had leather pants on, without a bum, plus boots and a leather bra. She held a black flogger in one hand. Her mask was a tiny leather one so it was easy to recognise her. She grabbed me and told me to spin round.

  “I love it! I only recognised you because I knew what you would be wearing. He is going to die!”

  “Thanks, Fleur. I have to admit I am so nervous. I can’t stop shaking.”

  She grinned at me and pointed to a very large doorway.

  “That’s the ballroom. He’s in there with Richard, you won’t miss him. He’s dressed in black pants and a blue shirt. I made him wear a mask, but it is a tiny one, like mine.”

  I nodded, too afraid to speak.

  “Now listen carefully. A man dressed as a Native American is going to ask you to dance. He is one of Kendra’s twins. He is going to make sure Jackson gets an eyeful. Promise me you will play along with whatever he does.”

  Oh hell! What did they have planned?

  “Please, Georgia, it will be fun.”

  “Okay, okay I will.”

  She gave me a push in the right direction and I walked in the doorway. I hesitated, not sure where Mr. Native American was. Suddenly a gorgeous man stood before me.

  Oh my!

  He was wearing a very tiny leather loincloth and a breastplate and not much else. He had a few feathers in his hair and some paint as a mask. He grabbed my hands and squeezed them, pulling me into the crowded ballroom.

  He put his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I’m Gabe. Fleur has us all organised. Just play along. Okay?”

  The music was too loud to do anything other than nod my agreement. Gabe pulled me further into the room and off to one side. A sexy slow song was playing, R. Kelly’s “It Seems Like You’re Ready.” I had to giggle at that. Gabe started dancing with me.

  No, let me rephrase that.

  It looked and felt like he was making love to me. His hands were everywhere and he was thrusting his pelvis into my hip.

  He leaned forward and whispered, “Don’t turn your head but he is on your right. Relax and play up to me.”

  He grabbed my hips and I began to sway as he ran his hand up and down my leg, ensuring the long skirt opened. I raised my hands above my head. I knew that would make the cloak fall back a little and give a better view.

  Gabe grinned at me as I swayed and waved my arms around. He pushed a leg between mine and his thrusts became more obvious as he ran a hand across my breasts. I prayed they would stay in the corset, although I noticed you could see my areola on both, but at least my nipples were still hidden.

  I am sure anyone watching would think he was having me there and then. He moved in close and I heard him whisper in my ear.

  “He is looking at you, he has a puzzled look on his face as if he thinks he knows who it is but isn’t sure.” He ramped the dance up a few more notches.

  * * * *

  As soon as possible I am getting out of here!

  I’d done my duty. Damn Fleur made me wear this stupid mask. She knew I was still a little angry at her for last week but she just kissed my cheek, dragged me into the ballroom to Richard, and left. Now I had to stand there watching everyone have fun when all I wanted to do was go home and feel miserable.

  I took a quick glance at my watch. It was just after nine. I should be able to get away in another half an hour. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of bright red on the floor.

  One of the twins was seducing a woman on the dance floor. Hell, it looked like he was having her on the dance floor. She was moving so sensually. She had a red cloak on and my stomach tensed. For a moment I thought it was Georgia.

  It had to be Kendra, judging by the way his hands were all over her. Any minute he was going to throw her on the floor and fuck her. A couple walked past and stopped to talk to Paul and Lisa.

  “Hi, Jackson, how are you?”

  Hang on! That was the other twin and he was with Kendra!

  I looked back at the couple on the dance floor. The twin was practically fucking her. Who was she?

  I watched as she lifted her hands, and her cloak fell backward. If I didn’t know better I would have said it was Georgia.

  She was mesmerizing. I found my eyes following her every movement. She was swaying to the music, her arms waving around.

  The twin had his leg between hers, and it pulled aside her long skirt. Underneath I could see thigh-high boots. I looked higher. There was naked flesh then a corset.

  Wait! Did I just see blonde curls between her legs?

  She lifted her arms and her hood fell back a little, her hair. Her hair was strawberry blonde curls.

  I ignored everyone and stepped forward to look better.

  It was her!

  I got closer.

  What was she doing here? More importantly, what the fuck did he think he was doing to my woman!

  The twin had bent his head and was kissing her breast!

  That’s it! He had gone too far!

  I stormed over to them and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from my Georgy. I tore that stupid mask off my face and grabbed her.

  She belonged to me and I intended to show that to everyone!

  Chapter Sixteen

  “He is coming.” My stomach dropped at the same time as Gabe bent his head and kissed my breast.

  Suddenly Jackson was in front of us. He grabbed Gabe’s arm and pulled him roughly away before he grabbed me. I barely had a chance to breathe before his mouth took mine hungrily. His arms wrapped underneath my cloak, under the skirt, and I could feel them running up and down my back until they rested on my naked cheeks.

  His kiss turned savage as he stamped his ownership on me in front of everyone. I felt him fumble at the waist of my
skirt, then he pulled it away from me. He finally broke the kiss and looked down at me.

  “Georgia,” he croaked with hunger before sinking his teeth into the swell of my breast.

  I felt his hand push between my legs and I groaned the same time as he did. He harshly pushed a finger into my cunt and I almost fell as my legs began to shake.

  He stopped, grabbed my hand and dragged me from the ballroom. I could hear cheering from the sidelines and risked a glance back. The girls were all laughing and cheering, their partners just as much.

  We made it as far as the staircase. He turned, ripped off my mask and pulled me into his arms, raining kisses on every part of my face, my neck, my breasts.

  He groaned, “Little bunny. Oh my little rabbit.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed myself against him. I needed him, oh how I needed him. My body was singing and at last, my brain was in complete agreement as they joined together to sing a duet.

  He untied my cloak and it fell to the floor behind me. He held my arms and stepped back to look up and down my body. His eyes fastened on the black ribbon around my neck. He looked at me, really looked at me, and I felt his gaze through to my soul.

  “Never leave me again, little rabbit. I can’t live without you.” He kissed me again, “If you want a vanilla lifestyle, I promise we can have it. I will do whatever you want.” I could hear the fear in his voice as he pleaded, “Please, Georgy, please.”

  I nodded my head. I was too emotional to speak.

  He kissed me again, and I could feel his erection pressing against my skin.

  “I have to fuck you. Either I do it here, now, or we go into a room.”

  I did not care, he could have me anywhere. All I wanted was to know he was here. He was with me. I was his.

  He looked around us, bent and picked up my mask and cloak, then grabbed my hand again. He pulled me over to a nearby table and pushed me against it. I felt his hand pull at the top of the corset and my breasts burst free. He pushed his face between them, his hands finding my nipples. I cried in pleasure as he twisted them, and then bit each one in turn.