Sexed Into Submission (12 page)

“I knew it,” she whispers, not the least bit astonished about Dean’s behind
-the-scene persona. Taking her hand, I walk us around and introduce her to several family members and friends before dinner. As expected, I get the occasional pity stare, but I don’t let them bother me. Though most of my family shares the same views as me, some look down upon our lifestyle. So, instead of introducing Piper as ‘mine’, I tell them she’s my girlfriend. She gets uncomfortable with the title, but she can learn to suck it up. I’m her top and she’s my bottom. Where I go, so will she, because I’m not letting her go anytime soon.

Fifteen

Piper

As fate would have it, Sailor and his wife are seated directly across from Ryder and me.
Kill me now.
“Good evening, Piper. I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Sailor says, plastering on a fake-as-fuck smile across his face.

“I can say the same for you,” I smirk.
As his wife digs into her salad, Sailor glowers at me. I know that look all too well. With Dean on my right, and Ryder on my left, I’m surprised at Sailor’s boldness before his wife.

Dean must notice his glare, because he interrupts the silent warning by speaking to Sailor’s
wife, who thankfully has no idea that it was me on the other end of the phone the night she found out her husband had been living a double life. Sure, Sailor is being a possessive and jealous prick now, but he hasn’t always been this way. “Zoey, I haven’t seen you in months. How are the boys?”

“
Wonderful, thank you. They look just like this handsome man,” she smiles, rubbing her shoulder with Sailor’s.

“Growing like we
eds,” Sailor chimes, keeping his eyes on me.

What is his problem? He has a loving wife, two kids, and a skanky stripper on the side. Why can’t he just let me go? Greedy bastard.

“Remind me, again. How long have you two been married?” Dean continues, attempting to turn Sailor’s attention from me to him.

“Five years
, actually, six. Our anniversary is next Friday, and Sailor’s booked me a three-day cruise to the Bahamas,” Zoey answers.

“Sounds nice.
Sailor, you aren’t going with Zoey? Surely you need a vacation,” Dean insists.

Finally, Sailor looks to Dean. “Of course I could, but someone has to stay behind with the kids.
Zoey is with them all day, every day. I figure she needs a break more than I do,” he shrugs, bringing his attention back to Ryder and me. “So, what is it with you two? I assume you bringing her here means your relationship has moved out of the professional zone. Just friends? A couple?” he asks, disgruntled

Ryder squeezes my knee, and I can hear the sound of his teeth grinding together over the voices traveling through the room.

Knowing that Sailor is getting under his skin, I take Ryder’s hand and interlace our fingers. Then, I lift them up for Sailor’s viewing. “We’re definitely more than friends,” I announce.

“Is that so?” Sailor cackles, taking a large gulp of his
champagne. “Best of luck to you, Ryder,” he wishes, sarcastically.

“Thank you,” I say, forcing a smile.

Ryder brings his mouth to my ear. “Stop fucking flirting with him,” he accuses, his territorial instincts overruling his human intellect.

“
Flirting? No, Ryder, I’m just being civil,” I clarify.

“Don’t,” he snaps.

“Ryder, look at me.” Cocking his head, he gazes into my eyes and arches a brow. “I’m yours,” I reassure him, reaching over, and spreading my hand over his heart.

Lowering his eyes, he evaluates my hand. I hold my breath until he finally
responds. “Undeniably mine,” he whispers. Placing his hand on top of mine, he gives me a gentle squeeze.

Thankfully, Sailor stops trying to stir up shit, an
d dinner ends without a ruckus. Afterwards, everyone gathers out back for mingling, music, and dancing. As Ryder escorts me to the dance floor put together under a large tent, his father hops in front of me and takes my hands into his.

“You know how to salsa?”

Looking to Ryder, I silently plead for him to save me.

He shrugs. “I’m sorry, but I can’t tell him no
. Go on, put him to shame, beauty,” he encourages. Damn.

“He’s right. He can’t tell me no and neither can
you. Vamos, preciosa,” Gabriel shouts, walking us onto the center of the dance floor.

Our feet move with the upbeat tempo. “Good footwork,”
Gabriel compliments.

“Gracias,” I thank, using one of the few words I know in Spanish. His dancing is different
from what I was taught, but I watch his feet closely and mimic his steps. I begin to loosen up and lose myself in the music, until I’m spinning in circles with my dress bearing my naked ass for all to see. At once, I jerk my hand down and flatten my dress. While it seems that no one seemed to notice my exposure, Ryder did. I spot him standing at the end of the floor with his arms at his side, hands balled into fists, and he’s damn near biting a hole into his lip.

As I take a step in Ryd
er’s direction, someone takes my arm and yanks me back. Thinking it’s his father, I turn and begin to dance again. I freeze when I come face-to-face with Sailor. I try to tug my arm loose from his grasp, but he tightens his hold and pulls me closer.

“
Now Piper, don’t cause an uproar and make a scene. Fucking dance with me,” he demands. Before I can tell him to fuck off, he turns me around and presses his hardening cock against my ass. Then, he grinds his hands along the sides of my body, and I shudder with disgust. When he spins me back around, I lift my knee and ram it into his crotch. Laboriously breathing, he falls to his knees.

“
For the last goddamn time, stay the fuck away from me,” I spit. Raising my head, I find Ryder standing behind Sailor. He isn’t frowning, scowling, grimacing, or smiling. I can’t read him, and that scares me. Will I be punished or pleasured? Does it matter? I don’t run from pain, I come from it.

“
Belleza, come here,” he commands, walking toward the house. Obeying, I follow him through the house and into the kitchen. He opens the door to what appears to be a pantry and nods me in.

Once we’re inside, I know we won’t be leaving anytime soon, because his hungry emerald
s are raging with lust. “The things you do to me, beauty,” he whispers, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His shirt hangs open, and his impeccable, mouthwatering physique taunts me. Unable to suppress my craving to feel him, I slip my hands under his slim fit silhouette and glide it down his massive arms. “The thoughts consuming my mind with what I want do to you, what I will do with you, belleza. They’re filthy,” he continues, lowering his zipper, allowing his faultless cock to spring forth. He lifts me by my thighs and I wrap my legs around him. With his mouth possessively claiming mine, he slams my back against the door and thrusts into me.

As my pussy stretches around Ryder’s enormous girth, I experience a blissful burn and moan loudly
. “Bite your tongue, Piper. Don’t you make a sound unless I ask you to, or I will not let you come,” he warns. Using his teeth, he pulls the top of my dress down under my breast and sucks my nipple into his mouth. “Who is your owner, belleza?” Removing his mouth from my chest, he brings the side of his face to mine and plunges into me deeply.

“You, Ry
der. I belong to you,” I gasp, feeling him smile against my cheek.

“Reach down and ru
b your clit for me,” he directs, nibbling the helix of my ear and setting my body on fire. Without delay, I comply. Using two of my fingers, I tease myself with slow circular motions. “Dios, te sientes tan jodidamente buena,” he mumbles. “And you agree that this beautiful cunt is mine, yes?”

“
Yes, Ryder, it is yours. Only yours,” I hiss, reaching my peak.

“You displeased me
, Piper. You flashed my pretty pussy on the middle of the dance floor, baring it for everyone to see. I should be spanking you, not fucking you. I shouldn’t allow you to come, should I, Piper?”

Slowly, I shake my head. “No,” I breathe.

“Yet, I am. Do you know why?” His pace quickens, his thrusts strengthen, and he’s fucking me speechless.

“Ye-yes, please,” I stammer.

“That fucker, Sailor, he touched what belonged to me and you defended what was mine,” he pants, sweat dripping along the side of his face. “You turned me on, so fucking much,” he grunts, vigorously pounding into me. “For that, I’m rewarding you. Do you want to come, Piper? Ask me for it.”

My mind is for shit
, but I’m able to muster up enough syllables to beg for mercy. “Pa-please, Ryder. May I c-come?” I stutter, struggling to hold my release.

“
Yes, nena. Come for me. Come hard,” he whispers, running his tongue along my lips. As I come undone, I dig my nails into his flesh and scrape them up his back. Ryder hisses, and I feel his cock throb as he meets his high point.

“God, yes
. Thank you, Ryder,” I groan out loud.

“Quiet, beauty,” he hushes, his mouth instantly co
vering mine and muffling my pleasurable cry.

Emerging
from the christened pantry, my knees wobble and I fall forward into Dean’s chest. “Damn, gorgeous, first day on your new feet?” Dean chuckles, helping me balance back onto my feet. “Oh, no. Please tell me you didn’t do what I know you did,” Dean sighs, noticing Ryder approaching from behind me.

“Brother, I don’t kiss and tell.
Now, back away from my woman,” Ryder grins, playfully shoving Dean away and draping his arms over my shoulders.

“She was my girl before she was yours,” Dean jokes, playfully punching Ryder’s shoulder.

“She was never yours,” Ryder snaps, becoming territorial, again.

“Bro, you’re seriously giving me a severe case of whiplash with your mood swings. Calm the hell down. I would never interfere in your relationship,” Dean asserts, averting his attention to me. “You feel like you’re well enough to return to work tomorrow? We’ve booked a bachelor party, and as usual, you’re the girl they want,” Dean smiles.

“Yes, I’m good to go. Which package did they purchase?” I ask.

“Platinum.”

We have three bachelor packages: silver, gold, and platinum. Platinum, of course, is our top selling. Silver and gold are mild, one to two dances dedicated to the bachelor, and a lap dance where our bottoms stay on our bodies. The platinum package gets you a girl for the entire evening, and a no-holds-barred lap dance, which allows for the bachelor to touch the dancer. Although they’re allowed to touch us, restrictions still remain. No mouth to skin contact, and no inserting fingers where they don’t belong—mouth, pussy, or ass.

“
Fuck, no. You use one of the other girls, but not Piper,” Ryder disputes, clasping his hands behind his head.

“Ryder, it’s my job,” I plead.

“You don’t need the goddamn job, Piper,” Ryder booms, pacing the floor.

Placing myself in front of him, I push my hands into his chest to still him. “Talk to me, Ryder. Tell me why tomorrow is making you upset about me performing for the bachelor?
You’re at the club every weekend, sitting back and watching as men and women shove money into my thong. What makes tomorrow any different?”

“
That’s what you think, belleza? You think I just sit back and enjoy the show? I can’t fucking stand watching those drunk, rich fucks drool over what’s mine. Each time I see someone sliding money into your top or bottoms, I have to restrain myself from wrenching their wrists until it fucking snaps,” he explains.

Stepping
toward Ryder, I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around his broad neck. Then, I jump up and circle him with my legs. Using one of my hands, I cup the side of his face and rest my forehead against his. “I’m your bottom, baby. What do I have to do to prove that to you, huh? Yours,” I promise, my tongue passionately stroking his.

“Let me take care of you, Piper. Stop stripping,” he w
hispers, breaking our kiss.

I’m not sure if he’s requesting or demanding for me to leave Delectable Desires
; either way, my answer is no. “I can’t.” Digging his hands into my sides, he lowers me back onto the floor. His strong jaw works back and forth as his nostrils flare. Over the last few days, Ryder’s ignited the passion I thought was forever gone. I care for Ryder, deeply, and I will do almost anything for him. I’ll submit to his every desire; make him my priority, but to become solely dependent on him? That’s a commitment I won’t make. “Please, just hear me out.”

“No, not now. We’ll discuss this later, in private,” he scoffs, glaring over my shoulder. My eyes following his, I see Sailor charging for me
from across the room. Suddenly, Ryder pushes me behind him and lands a solid punch to Sailor’s jaw. Surprisingly, Sailor doesn’t even stagger. No. He swings his leg around and kicks Ryder in his side. Dazed, I stand and watch as Ryder and Sailor exchange bone crushing blows to one another’s face, ribs, and stomach.

All of a sudden,
I hear and excruciating crack and see blood splatter when Ryder crushes Sailor’s face into his knee. Ryder staggers as Sailor falls to the floor. “If you so much as think about laying a finger on her, again… I will fucking kill you,” Ryder sputters, furiously kicking Sailor’s ribcage.

I cringe
at the sound of his rib snapping. Looking to Dean, Ryder says, “Tengo cuidado con eso, nos vamos.”

Dean nods. “I’ll handle it
. Just go.”

Pulling me into his side, Ryder kisses the top of my head and blows out a breath. “Come on, beauty. Let’s go home.”