Sexed Into Submission (7 page)

Nine

Piper

The entire way home, my mind runs
rampant. What in the ever loving hell am I thinking, submitting myself to another man? It didn’t work out the first time I tried with Sailor, why would it be any different this time around? I can’t believe I fell into Ryder’s trap so easily. My brain is all sorts of fucked up, craving pain like it’s a drug.

Ever since Sailor and I split, I’ve been fucking men stupid,
trying to fill the lingering void deep within my core. I went to biker bars and various clubs, trying to find the most hard-core bad boy to treat me like the pain slut I am. I was searching for someone like Sailor, someone who would erotically degrade me in the bedroom, call me their naughty little whore, blister my ass with a spanking, and violate me in the most pleasurable way. No one did. Bikers, rockers, businessmen, they’re all the same. Each of them self-centered, only concerned with how they feel and how quickly they can orgasm. After several rounds with my bullet and bringing myself to release, I decided no more.

I bec
ame someone else. Took on a different role, somewhat like a dominatrix, making men submit to my every order—not vice versa. Why? The world is full of selfish bastards, not actual men. They’re a waste of space. Sure, they have a dick dangling between their legs, but that doesn’t classify them as being a real man. Real men find pleasure by pleasuring another. Sailor, he may be a cheating piece-of-shit, but he knows how to take care of a woman. And Ryder, he’s even better than Sailor. His words alone cause liquid as hot as lava to trickle down my thighs.

So, why am I
ambivalent to submitting to Ryder? Retribution. I’m a grown woman. I don’t need a disciplinarian. Ryder has no idea how rebellious I am. It’s my nature. Sure, I obeyed him this morning, but when I’m on the verge of coming, my brain is mush, and my throbbing center controls everything. No matter how hard I try, I always misbehave, and the punishment is always the same—climax rejection. Worse penalty, ever!

I’
d be lying to myself by saying I don’t want to be Ryder’s. In fact, I want nothing more than to be his personal slave, everything he desires. Nonetheless, I’m afraid of what he can do to me—emotionally. In a matter of days, he’s demolished the wall I built to guard my heart from future annihilation. Although I pretend to be a hard-ass, I’m not as tough as I appear to be.

Vibrations from my cell take me off guard. Dumping the contents in my clutch onto my dining table, I find my phone and pick it up. Dad. Great. Swiping my finger over the screen, I answer the call
, “Hey, Dad. How are you?” I greet, walking into my bedroom to search for something to wear for Ryder.

“Hey, princess.” His tone of voice lets me know he’s smiling.

“Dad,” I groan, nausea consuming me from his term of endearment. It’s the nickname he gave me over eighteen years ago, but it’s also what he calls his slutty flings. “For the last time, please, just call me Piper,” I finish.

“Ah, come on, don’t be that way,” he says.

“How am I supposed to act when you refer to me the same way you do your whores, which you don’t give a shit about?”

“Fair enough,”
he agrees, unable to refute the truth.

“What’s up? Why are you calling?” I
ask, pulling out a yellow summer dress and slipping my head through the hanger. Evaluating myself in the mirror attached to the closet door, I decide it isn’t sexy enough and toss it over onto my bed.

“Just like your old man, getting straight to the point,” he laughs.

“Yeah, no time for bullshit,” I hint, trying to rush the conversation. “Well, I’ll be in town on Wednesday and staying for a few days. Would you like to meet me for lunch on Friday?”

“
Sure. Why wouldn’t I?” I quip.

“I’m assuming that’s a rhetorical question,” he catches on to my annoyance. I haven’t seen him in years
. I can’t help but be a bit bitter toward him. “This Friday at noon work for you?” he asks.

Removing my lacy black, one-shoulder cutout chiffon dress, I hold it up and examine myself in the mirror once again. Perfect. My father clears his throat, impatiently awaiting my reply. “Yes, Friday is fine. Can we schedule to meet around two? I work until sometime around 3am
and I like to sleep until noon,” I tell him.

“Of course, two will do. You still
, umm—”

I cut him off. “Yes, I still entertain.” He disapproves of me shaking my ass and exposing my body for a living, such a hypocrite. I hear the sound of ice clinking as he takes a sip of God only knows what.

“Dad, are you drinking? I thought you stopped years ago?” I ask, irritated that he had to drink himself up to dial my number. I hear the thud as he slams his glass onto a table.

“I’ll see you Friday at two. Bye, baby girl.” I have to swallow back bile as he calls me the name I haven’t hear
d since I was six. “See you later, Dad,” I sigh, disconnecting our call.

Going into my bathroom, I shower and get ready for tonight. After I finish drying and curling my hair, I apply foundation, mascara, and gloss my lips. Then, I go into my room and slip on my skimpy dress and black wedges. Removing the clip from my hair, I let the bouncing curls cascade down my back.
Being the designer slut I am, I open my red Tory Burch ‘Reva’ crossbody bag and fill it with my license, gloss, and a little cash. Just as I buckle my bag, my doorbell sounds.

Already knowing who’s on my doorstep, I swing the door wide open. Standing directly in front of me in khaki short
s and a chocolate button down shirt is the sexiest man to ever walk the streets of Miami. The sides of his lips twitch as he watches my eyes devour him from top to bottom.

“That good, huh?” he grins, taking a step to me.

“I mean, you’re not too bad,” I shrug, smiling unintentionally.

Reaching out, he takes my hand and lifts it to his lips. “That looks amazing on you, Piper,” he compliments, kissing the back of my hand.

“Thank you,” I breathe, jolts of electricity shooting down my spine.

He smiles. “Not the dress, my beauty, your smile.” Dammit, not again. I don’t want him to be genuine and caring. I need him to be cocky and dominating.

“You ready?” Grabbing my key so I can lock up, I step out the door.

As I insert my key into the master lock, he places his hand on mine. “Before you lock up, do you have everything you need?” he questions.

“I believe so. Why?”

Grazing my neck with his fingers, he removes my hair from my shoulder and brings his mouth beside my ear. “
Because, Piper, you won’t be coming back tonight,” he whispers. Instantly, there’s a pull between my legs and I have to squeeze my thighs together.

Placing his hand to the small of my back, he leads me to his car and helps me inside. I’m not sure where we’re headed, but I have no objection to him carrying me back inside and christening every inch of my condo.
He backs out of my drive, and ten minutes later, we arrive at the best sushi place in town. “You like sushi?” he asks.

Uh, yeah.
Who doesn’t? “I do. Unfortunately, this is the only place worth eating at, and we aren’t getting in unless you made reservations.”

He chuckles. “Fortunately, you don’t need reservations when your parents are the owners of the restaurant,” he boas
ts. Oh, hell no. Not happening.

Stepping out of the car, he comes around and opens my door. When he extends his hand to me, I cross my arms and shake my head. “What are you doing? Get out of the car,” he orders.

“No. I’m not meeting you parents. Just… no.”

Squatting, he brings his face to mine. “I didn’t bring you here to meet my parents, beautiful. I brought you here because it’s the best in town. So, get your sexy ass out of the car so we can eat.” Placing a swift kiss on my cheek, he stands and I follow his lead.

True to his word, he didn’t need reservations. Once he gave the hostess his name, we were immediately escorted to the back of the restaurant into a private dining area. “I can’t believe your parents own this place?” I say, devouring my third kimbap bite.

“Pretty awesome, huh?” he brags, ignoring a call coming in on his cell. This is the third time his screen is lit up
; surely, it’s an important call.

“You should answer that. Whoever it is, they’ve called three times within the last hour. Aren’t you concerned it could be an emergency?”

Picking his cell off the table, he powers it off and shoves it into his back pocket. “Trust me, it isn’t important.”

Waving his hand, he calls the waiter over and hands him his tip. Standing, he takes my hand and
we exit the restaurant. “How do you know it isn’t important if you don’t answer it? If I call someone that many times in one hour, it’s important.” We get inside the car and he’s scowling at me. He seems agitated.

“I assure you, the person calling me is of no importance to me. Now, drop it,” he snaps.

Twenty minutes later we’re pulling into a stunning two-story stone home. Pressing a button on his steering wheel, his garage door opens. Once the car is in park and the engine is shut off, I open my door before he has a chance to come around and do it for me. Walking around the hood of his car, I take his hand and follow him into his home.

Keeping my eyes attached to his,
I remove my bag and set it onto his kitchen counter. Then, I reach out and begin to unbutton his shirt. When I see his tan skin stretching over his firm pectorals, I hear the sound of my heart beating loudly into my ears.

Wrapping his fingers around my wrists, he halts my impatient fingers. “Oh, no, mi,
querida. Soon, but not yet,” he smirks, placing his fingers under my chin to close my gaping mouth. When he removes his shirt entirely, I gulp. I swear the man couldn’t be any sexier without being required to wear a flammable warning across his forehead. His abs are chiseled like stone, his body perfectly sculpted with massive amounts of muscle.

Positioning himself behind me, he lifts my hair from my neck and slides his hand down my arm. Leaning my head to the side where my hair lay, I
give him full access to my neck. Running the tip of his nose up the side of my neck, he presses his erection into my lower back. “Lift your arms,” he instructs. Right away, I do as he says and he takes my dress and pulls it up over my head. Spinning me in his arms, he lifts me off the floor. Nose to nose, I pant against his mouth as eagerness and desire flow through my veins.

Carrying me through the kitchen and up a flight of stairs, he enters a room and sits me on top of a wooden executive desk. As usual, in his presence, my arousal seeps through the thin material known as a thong. Taking a seat in his leather chair, he scoots to the desk and places my leg on either side if the cha
ir. Reaching around to my back, he effortlessly unsnaps my bra. As he massages the outsides of my legs, he trails hot, wet kisses to the apex of my thigh.

Placing my fingers into his hair, I urge him to my hungry center. Using his fingers to move the front of my drenched thong aside, he glid
es his tongue up my needy slit, and continues north until he’s claiming my mouth. Pushing me back onto the desk, I lock my ankles around his waist. “We have things to discuss, and you’re distracting me. Bad girl, Piper,” he growls, twisting both my nipples and sending an electric current directly to my clit.

“We don’t have to discuss anything, not now. Can we talk afterwards?” I groan, bucking against him.

“No. It has to be now.” Pushing himself away from me, he sits back down into his leather chair of authority. “I can’t continue until I’m convinced that you trust me; that you’re fully committed to me, and only me,” he continues.

Wait one damn minute. Hadn’t we discussed this earlier? “Committed? I thought we agreed that neither of us
are looking for commitment.”

He nods. “We did. I’m not looking to get married, but I need you to be mine.
I’m a greedy man, Piper. I need to hear you say that you are mine,” he informs. Wrapping his strong hands around my calves, he pulls me across the desk and down onto his lap. Sliding his hands up my arms, his fingertips trace my collarbone. His touch causes me to shiver, and every fiber my body’s made of melts.

With his index finger
, he tickles it up the front of my neck, over my chin, and then dips it into my mouth. Out of instinct, I suck. “Can you give yourself solely to me, sweet girl?” he requests, his gaze so intense my stomach turns somersaults.

Hypnotized by his eyes,
I blurt, “Yes, Ryder. I am yours.” As soon as the words escape my mouth, I’m lifted from the desk and my back is slammed against a wall.

Ten

Ryder

“Say it again, beauty, just once more,” I growl, my lips gently pressed to her throat where her pulse throbs rapidly.

“I. Am. Yours,” she pants, her hard nipples grazing my chest.

“Fucking right, you are.” There’s no turning back now. She’s mine until I’m finished with her, which I will never be. Pinning her against the wall with my hips, I hold her wrists above her head, just like I did during our first encounter at Delectable Desires.

Licking down her jawline to her mouth, I kiss her
, hard. “And you trust me?” Despite what I’ve already told her, she doesn’t verbally answer, she nods. Biting onto her lip, I ask, “What did I tell you, beauty? When I speak to you, ask you a question, I need to hear that sexy voice of yours. Piper, get in the habit of vocalizing yourself. Trust me, baby, you’ll be exercising your vocal cords,” I promise.

Invading her mouth, I stroke her tongue with mine. I kiss her until she is gasping for air. Detaching my lips from her, I bow my head and take her
perfectly erect nipple into my mouth, giving a few sucks and rough flicks. Bringing my forehead up to rest against hers, I suck in her hot, rapid breaths. “I’m going to ask you this for the final time. Do you trust me, Piper?” Swallowing hard, she inhales a deep breath. Her breasts flatten against mine, fueling my raging erection.

“Yes,” she whispers.

To believe it, I need to hear her say it. “Yes what, sweetness?”

Her nostrils flare as she takes in another lungful
of air to stabilize her erratic breathing. “I trust you, Ryder,” she mutters, breathless, her ocean blue eyes boring into mine and sending hot waves of heat straight to my sac.

Releasing her wrist
s, I crash my mouth to hers, so hard our teeth clash. Lowering her to the floor, I bend before her and rip the thin material preventing me from driving my throbbing dick into
my
Piper. “You never wear these when you’re with me. Understand?”

She nods. “Yes, I understand,” she breathes.

“And this, this pretty as fuck pussy,” I say, massaging her smooth as silk mound, “is mine when I demand it.” Then, I slip my fingers into her simmering heat. “
My
fingers,
my
tongue, and
my
cock are all that’s allowed to pleasure my pussy, unless instructed otherwise. Do I make myself clear, beauty?”

Again, she only nods while lowering her eyes to my hardness pressing into her stomach. Wrapping her silky curls around my hand, I tug downward and lift her eyes to mine. I don’t say a single word
. I just arch my brow. “Yes, Master… crystal,” she answers. Good fucking God, no one has called me master in over two years, and the way it rolls off her tongue has my dick throbbing, furiously.

“Oh, no, baby, I’m no
master,” I tell her.

“No?” she questions, reaching down for my
balls.

“No, not anymore.” Taking her hand and inching it a bit higher, I spread it open and urge her to encircle my thick girth.

“No? Then what do you consider yourself to be?” Being the naughty girl she is, she strokes me slowly and tightly. Resting her warm lips to the center of my chest, she kisses up as high as she can reach, just beneath my neck. “You stake claim over me, tell me my pussy is yours, and that I’m not allowed to pleasure myself. You don’t like me touching you at my will.” She trails off and begins kissing back down my chest, veering to the left and circling the barbell piercing my nipple with the tip of her tongue.

Kissing her way back to my
center, she glides her tongue along the ripples of my abs. Then, she falls onto her knees and sucks my pulsating cock back into her throat. Giving a few hard sucks, she twirls my tip and moans, “Mmm, tastes like you should stop pushing me away and let me take care of you.” Staring up at me, she flashes a satisfied smile.

“Stand u
p,” I command.

Looking up, with mischief gleaming in her eyes, she ignores my order by lowering her lids
and sucking me again—proficiently, like she exists to suck dick. Placing my hand to the back of her head, I attempt to remove her mouth from my cock by pulling her blonde locks, but I fail. Sucking in a deep breath, I lower my head and fight for control. “Get up off your knees, right now,” I demand. Instead of complying, she begins to hum. “Piper, don’t you fucking do it,” I growl, losing control and filling the back of her throat with cum.

Contently smiling, she stands and
licks the remainder of my essence from the corners of her cheeky lips. “So keen to defy me, belleza, but for what reason? Walk over and place your palms flat against my desk,” I scowl, disappointed in her wayward ways. Still smiling, she submits to my directive and places her hands on top of my desk. Flipping her hair back, she gazes over her shoulder to me. “Eyes on the desk.” With her smile fading, she turns her head and looks down to her hands.

“
Master, means nothing to me. I am your dom, but you will refer to me as nothing other than Ryder. My name surpasses any title, mi amor. Tell me, Piper, do you like to come?” She nods, and I land a sweltering slap to her ass. “Goddammit, belleza, use your words.”

Regaining her balance, she snaps her head around, and smirks
, “Yes, I fucking love it. Don’t you like to come,
Ryder
?” My blow doesn’t affect her smart-ass mouth. Walking away from her, I go down to my bedroom where my gear is still packed. Finding the box labeled dungeon, I tear the tape down the middle and dump the contents onto the floor.

With restraints, collars, blindfolds, flogger, and other material splayed out before me, I reach out and pick up my split crop. Though the handle is rigid, it offers limited
flexibility and leaves behind a blissful bite. Why does she have to defy me? I want nothing more than to bind her to my bed, and let the leather of this crop bite her sweet pussy until she’s crying out in pure ecstasy, utterly confused as to how something so painful can bring her so much fucking pleasure. Fighting the urge, I toss the crop aside and look through my floggers, contemplating which would be best for Piper. I’m not sure of her pain tolerance, yet. I don’t want to hurt her, just warn her. So, I settle for my double stock braid flogger; eighteen thick, dense tails made from bull hide, guaranteed to leave a sting that’ll remind Piper to use her filter.

When I return to my office, Piper is standing in the same position as when I left. Standing behind her, I lean up and lay the flogger on the table under her eyes. “You know what this is?” I ask, testing her knowledge.

“Yes, Ryder, I’ve had my fair share of lashings,” she whispers, her curly strands dangling around her face.

“Good girl, for using your words.
You’ve been a naughty girl, Piper. No one likes a disobedient sub, my love. I’m going to give you ten lashes, take them all, and I will allow you to come. Use the safe word I’m going to give you, you will walk away from me and never return. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ryder. I understand,” she
answers, comprehension clear in her voice.

“
Now, I’m not sure if you used safe words in the past, but you will have one with me. Though stop seems simple enough, it can be confusing and misinterpreted. You will beg me to stop, but I guarantee you, you won’t mean it,” I explain, trailing the braided tails down her spine. Shivering, she pushes her ass out, inviting the pain. “If the pain is unbearable, and you know without a doubt that you want me to stop, say acabado,” I instruct. “Say it for me, beauty, because this is the only time I want to hear it roll off your tongue.”

“
Acabado,” she breathes, anticipating her first lash.

“Good girl.” Placing my hand to the center of her back, I press her flat against the desk. Rising the flogger behind me, I use minimal effort and splay the braided tails across her ass.
Her fingers curl into fists, but she doesn’t make a sound. Cathartic slams fill the room as I deliver another five lashes. She accepts each blow without giving a wince or whimper.

Giving her a break, I stop and caress her inflamed cheeks. Squatting, I place kisses along the length of each lash left behind, and that’s when I see the milky evidence of her release dripping
down her folds. My flogging her isn’t teaching her a lesson. It’s satisfying her. She’s a fucking masochist. Exasperated and completely aroused, I turn her onto her back. With her knees slightly bent, I spread her legs.

“I didn’t give you permission to
come,” I sneer, slapping the inside of her thigh with heavy tails. She winces. “Sensitive spot, yes?” Again, I sting her opposite thigh.

“
Agh. I’m sorry. It’s not like I can control it,” she protests.

“You will learn, beauty,” I assure her, splaying the braids across her lower stomach.

“Fucking hell,” she gasps.

“Do you want to come now, beauty?”

“Yes, b
ut I want you to make it happen,” she pleads. To hell with the last lash, I need to be inside her. Dropping the flogger, I drag her to the end of the desk and fuck her so hard I’m certain my cock will leave permanent indentions, forever marking my territory. “Hell fucking Mary, yes,” she hisses into my mouth. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she clamps around my girth and finds her sweet release.

Taking her into my arms, I carry her into my bedroom and lay her onto my bed. Then, I grab
a washcloth and clean her. Rolling her onto her side, heat radiates off her ass from the sting her punishment left behind. Climbing in behind her, I take some vitamin E body butter and massage it all over her backside, soothing the burn. In the beginning, I believed Piper had no idea what she was getting herself into; apparently, she did and I didn’t. I underestimated her feistiness. None of my former subs were this strong-minded, but I love a challenge, and I’m no loser. I will bend and break her into the submissive she was born to be.