Written Submission
unSubmissive
Undercover Submissive
Kinky Book Club #1, #2, #3
By Daisy Philips
Contents
WRITTEN SUBMISSION: Kinky Book Club #1
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
Epilogue
unSubmissive: Kinky Book Club #2
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
Chapter Seventeen
Undercover Submissive: Kinky Book Club #3
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Copyright
Other Books by Daisy Philips
About the Author
WRITTEN SUBMISSION: Kinky Book Club #1
Jane's a librarian who writes hot romance novels on the side. She's read a lot of BDSM novels, and the hero of her new book is a Dom, but she just can't seem to get the love scenes quite right. A friend recommends the training program at Club Hades, the most exclusive BDSM club in the Midwest, as a way to get some hands on experience.
Ben's a Dom who enjoys training new submissives. He's also a cop, which doesn't make him a good prospect for a long-term relationship. When he's finished training a new sub, he always helps them find a permanent Dom. He's never once been tempted to keep a sub as his own.
Then he meets Jane.
Can they get past their hang ups to find their happily ever after together or will they end up going their own ways?
CHAPTER ONE
Jane raised her hand to ring the bell next to the very imposing door in front of her and then hesitated. She could do this. She would do this. She was ready. She was dressed casually but comfortably, and she had an outfit in her bag to change into later for the hands-on portion of the night.
Hands on. She felt her cheeks flame at the thought. The cheeks on her face. Although before the night was over, her other cheeks would probably be bright pink as well. The thought made her blush harder and made her feel… aroused?
She took a deep breath. Suddenly, a sound caught her attention. Her cab was leaving. She watched the headlights disappear into the early evening gloom. It wasn’t late, not quite six, but it was late October, and night came early this time of year. It was also Saturday night, and six was probably pretty early for the party crowd to be out and about.
She looked around. The area was quiet but not desolate. Club Hades was located in a former industrial area just east of downtown Chicago. It was clear that most of the buildings had been converted to upscale condos. On the main floor of many of the former factories were trendy boutiques, restaurants, and bars. These were all well-lit, and there were some people on the sidewalks.
Club Hades was located in a three story building, but there were no cute stores on the main level. There wasn’t even a name over the door telling visitors they were about to enter the most exclusive BDSM club in the Midwest.
She was actually standing at the side entrance where staff usually entered. From where she was, she could see the parking lot, which held maybe ten cars, probably staff who had come in early to get set up. There was room for maybe a hundred cars in total.
There were windows on all three floors, but the blinds were drawn. Or maybe these were interior walls blocking the windows so no one could sneak a peek at the activities going on inside.
It was well lit on the outside. Jane heard a sound and looked up. There was a camera over the door. Was someone watching her? She started to knock when she remembered the recessed button to the right of the door. Duh! She pressed it. She listened carefully, but she couldn’t hear anything.
She checked her watch. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this.
She looked around. Things were moving so fast. She’d made the inquiry last week, and was told by the training coordinator that, if she didn’t join this session, there wouldn’t be another one starting for at least three months.
Normally, prospective trainees couldn’t just call out of the blue and sign up for training, but her friend Amanda had vouched for her. Too many people wanting to come out of curiosity as opposed to real interest, Amanda had explained. Most of the so-called tourists were harmless, just wanted to act out what they’d read in the books but running for the hills the first time someone brought out a cane. Some were so-called journalists looking to write a salacious story on the club.
There were also the moralists who looked down on the members and wanted to get them closed down. Even worse, were the abusers who thought they could use BDSM as a cover. Jane knew all about both of these types. Her mother’s family fell into the moralist category.
Her father, on the other hand, fell into the fourth category that wasn’t welcome at the club, abuser.
When her father gave her mother a black eye, her mother's parents had told their daughter she just had to work harder not to irritate him. When he’d put her in the hospital—not once but twice—they’d told her that she must be a terrible wife for him to have to do that. And when she finally left, taking eight-year-old Jane with her, they’d locked their door to their daughter and granddaughter for leaving her husband and abandoning her marriage vows.
Jane had watched her mother work two jobs and watch every penny to make it on her own. She studied accounting at night, and eventually, they’d been able to move from a studio apartment to their own small house. When she was thirteen, her mother had met a man who was the total opposite of her first husband. David Carrey was kind and thoughtful and couldn’t have loved Jane more if she’d been his own daughter. And he would never beat a woman down with either his fists or his words.
Her mom and dad—she considered David her real dad—were now retired in Arizona. She missed them both so much. But seeing the happiness on her mother’s face whenever she was with David… well, Jane couldn’t ask for more. David was so different from her bio-dad who had died in a bar fight the year after her mother left him. David was sweet and kind and gentle. He let her mother take the lead, and he was content to support her in any way her could. But that didn’t mean he was weak. He couldn’t lead a battalion of fire fighters if he was. He was an alpha male with enough self-confidence that he didn’t need to be an asshole to prove it.
Jane saw how happy he made her mother, but she didn’t think that kind of man was for her. She tried, really she did. She avoided the bad boys and dated the nice guys who seemed to have a lot in common with David. But those relationships all seemed to be missing a certain spark that she couldn
’t put her finger on… until she read her first BDSM romance.
Then she couldn’t get enough of it. She’d read all about BDSM and what it meant to be a Dominant or a submissive. She read about sensation play, impact play, edge play, bondage, restraints, and the difference between punishment and play. And she’d read the novels, good and bad, mild and extreme.
She had a good idea of what turned her on, and the idea of submission called to her. Trust was a big part of the lifestyle, but it scared her. Because of her mother’s experiences, she found it nearly impossible to trust anyone. That’s why she’d never done more than read about it. Until now.
In addition to her regular job as a librarian, Jane wrote romance novels on the side. They were all hot, sexy romances with lots of sex. She had seven novels out when she had started her latest series, Tinley Park, about the men and women living in the fictional neighborhood of Tinley Park. The character Brad Coogan had a supporting role in the first two books of the series, but now, it was his turn for a starring role. She’d built his character up as a tough cop, a former bad boy who was now on the right side of the law; he was also a Dom.
The problem was that her readers were expecting a novel about a Dom, and that meant BDSM scenes. She tried to draw on what she’d learned from various novels, but the sex scenes just weren't working. So here she was at Club Hades for some hands-on research. But she had to be honest with herself. If this had been only about research, she wouldn’t be half so nervous.
Master Gabriel, the owner of the club, had thrown down a challenge.
“I’ll let you come and take the first class as research. No one but Amanda and I will know so that you'll get an authentic training experience. When you have completed the checklist, you may attend the classroom session, take the club tour, and even do a short scene. For research.
“After that, you are welcome to come back and take the remaining five classes. However, if you do, you’ll have to update your checklist, and you’ll be participating as a submissive trainee. No more research.”
Her heart had thudded in her chest at the thought. After the first session—if she came back—he told her it would be because she wanted to explore her submissive side; her novel was irrelevant. It would also be up to her who or if she told about the experience.
She took a deep breath to tell him that she didn’t have a submissive side, but she couldn’t get the words out. She’d tried to avoid thinking about it, but maybe writing about it in her novel was her subconscious telling her it was time to explore that side of her personality. Finally, she told him she’d think about what he said...after the first class.
She promised Master Gabriel she’d let a member of his choice review the book before she submitted it for publication. He was pleased by the offer and agreed. That was when he offered her the chance to attend the rest of the training class. The idea both thrilled and scared her.
Master Gabriel. How to describe him? She was a writer but if someone had asked, it would be challenging to find the right words. The external was easy. Tall, dark and handsome. Amanda had hinted that he used to be a SEAL, and she could see it in his powerful body. But it was his gaze that made her uncomfortable. It was too knowing. Thank goodness he wasn’t the one who would be handling her training.
She’d watched Amanda’s face closely as she’d described her encounter with Gabriel. Jane was pretty sure that Amanda had feelings for the remote and sexy Dom, but if she didn’t want to discuss her feelings, Jane would respect that limit.
Jane turned her thoughts back to her meeting with Gabriel. Did he know about her family background? If so, how was that even possible? She hadn’t even told Amanda. But when Master Gabriel looked at her, it was like he was looking inside her with those penetrating black eyes and saw all her secrets while giving away none of his own. Even the memory of that encounter made her shiver.
She had also found herself admitting to him that she'd studied the subject of BDSM. He had recommended some books and articles —including one that dealt with BDSM and abuse— and encouraged her to read them before the class.
Some were academic studies, which had surprised her for some reason. Others were fiction. She’d read most of them already including work by authors such as Cherise Sinclair and Lexi Blake and Diane Leyne.
But she’d kept her interest in the subject a secret. Thank goodness for eBooks! And she’d certainly never told a guy she dated the types of things she fantasized about. She was worried that they would think she was a freak or something. Maybe she was. She’d seen her mother beat up by an asshole who bore no resemblance to the Doms in the books she read. She’d also once walked in on sweet, gentle David spanking her mother’s bare ass and seen the look of absolute bliss on her mom’s face.
No wonder she was confused about what she wanted. So she continued to date the beta type male who wouldn’t challenge her or push her and certainly wouldn’t tie her up or flog her, even if she asked him to.
And that’s how she liked things. She did.
But why, oh why, had she made Brad a Dom, anyway? She’d been writing herself into a corner and getting nowhere when she revealed her frustration to Amanda.
She’d been friends with Amanda for about six months. They had met when Amanda started bringing her young niece to the library where Jane worked for Sunday story hour. They quickly became friends and had gotten into the habit of having lunch after Amanda’s sister-in-law picked up her daughter. They found they could talk about any and everything.
But they’d never talked about sex until Jane had told her about the problems she’d been having with her latest book. Amanda had taken a deep breath and looked like she was about to impart some seriously bad news and was expecting to be judged. Instead, Jane had been fascinated and had asked a million questions. Amanda had been relieved and was willing to talk. And help. Hence, Jane’s presence at Club Hades.
She wasn’t sure yet whether to be grateful or not for the recommendation.
Jane looked around. There was no sign of activity.
She wondered if she should press the button again. Or maybe she should go home and come back another time. If she did, she might not get another chance to enter Hades.
Even with Amanda's sponsorship, it seemed that Jane couldn’t just sign up. Her request for training had resulted in a flurry of emails asking her to fill out a questionnaire that felt more like an application for a loan than a temporary membership in a sex club. The application process concluded with the interview with Master Gabriel. And after making it this far, she wasn’t walking away now.
She couldn’t even lie to herself that it was just for her book. Filling out the BDSM check list had been the most exciting thing she’d done in years. No matter how scared she got, she was going through with this. For once in her life, she was going to take a chance and live a little. But only a little. She’d take the first training class so she could finish her book, but she had no interest in being some man’s submissive. None.
Then again, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to take all the classes. After all, they might come in handy for a future book.
She snorted. Why was she bothering to lie to herself? She was dying to find out if the reality lived up to her fantasies.
Jane snorted with laughter at the thought of a permanent Dom, though. Once she finished her training and had enough information to finish her book, she’d walk away from Club Hades without a backward glance, her curiosity about the lifestyle satisfied and with plenty of fodder for future books.
Then she’d find herself a nice man somewhere between her sweet stepfather and her jerk of a biological father, and live happily ever after writing novels and having children at regular intervals. But he wouldn’t be a Dom. Nope. Not a Dom. Even in her mind, the words had a hollow ring.
CHAPTER TWO
Ben Cooper walked into the small classroom. Most of the time it was set aside for private role play sessions, but twice a month it was actually used for teaching. Jenna Marks and Andrew Teague were a
lready there.
He pulled up a chair and joined them at the teacher’s desk. “So, how many for today’s session?”
“Six. Two couples and two single females. The single women are looking to train as submissives. That’s why I’ve asked you and Andrew to join the session.”
Ben nodded. He’d expected the two single women once he saw Andrew, the senior training Dom at Club Hades. He’d already been a member for five years when Ben joined the club a decade ago. He was an amazing trainer, but Ben had never seen him with a sub of his own, not that it was any of Ben’s business.
“I’m assuming you plan on taking the couples, Jenna. Will you need any help?”
She shook her head. “Thanks, Ben, but one of the men is an experienced Dom and wants to ease his girlfriend into the lifestyle. John and Kathleen won’t need much oversight. And Amanda will be joining us shortly. She’ll keep an eye on them. That will let me concentrate on the newbies, Brian and Theresa. Based on their interviews, both seem sincerely interested in learning about the lifestyle.”
“What about the singles?”
Jenna opened one of the files and placed it, photo on top, in front of Ben and Andrew. The woman was beautiful. Cara Clark. Tall, leggy blonde. Late twenties. She looked more like a Domme than a sub in her leather corset and thigh high books. It was clearly a professional photo and probably her idea of what a sub dressed like. It wouldn’t take long for someone to put her in her place, which was on her knees at the feet of her Dom. Yes, she was just his type. Ben was ready to call dibs when Jenna slid the other file forward.
It was like he’d been punched in the stomach. The other new sub, Jane, was anything but plain. She’d provided two photos. In one, she was sitting staring nervously at the camera wearing a suit with a high-neck blouse. It didn’t seem to fit properly across the bust and made her look plump and frumpy at the same time. This was clearly her official work photo. She had brown hair and eyes and a sweet, shy smile.
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