Saving My Submission BN (16 page)

Slinging his arm around my waist, Joshua broke my
mental pondering and escorted me to Nick’s truck. As the others climbed inside,
Joshua pushed me up against the door. Burying his face against my neck, he sunk
his teeth into the tender flesh with a low growl.

“I’ll see you at you the club, little one. Wear
something skimpy for me… something I can easily bite away.”

A tremor of need shook my body and my throat
tightened. I couldn’t even answer him. I simply nodded before he cupped his
hands around my cheeks and kissed me… hard. Pulling away, Joshua opened the
back passenger door.

“Soon, little one,” he promised. Fire flickered in his
erotic eyes and I bit back a moan.

On our way back to the house, Sanna and her Masters
discussed the wedding and upcoming collaring ceremony. I zoned out, reveling in
the words Joshua had whispered in my ear, each luscious stroke of his tongue,
and every passionate kiss that stole my breath.

It suddenly dawned on me that I’d already given him
the power to hurt me. When? How? I didn’t remember making a conscious decision.
Panic swelled inside, as the little voice inside my head took control.

Go with it and see what
happens. He might never let you down, if you’d give him half a chance. Stop
assuming the worse when it comes to men. For once, follow your heart not your
head… see what happens. It’s not like you’ll die if he breaks your heart.

I knew giving him my submission wasn’t going to kill
me—at least not physically. But could it really be that simple? How the hell
was I supposed to trust a man I barely knew?
 

You’ll never know
unless you try. Stop being such a
wuss
. Pathetic
isn’t in your vocabulary when it comes to business. Let him in for crying out
loud. Loosen the reins on your submission for a week or so. You know you’ll
enjoy it.

The battle within wasn’t going to end in a peaceful
truce, and I knew it. Yes, I could give some of my power to Joshua. When it was
over, I might end up dispensing a ton of self-induced ass kicking, but I’d give
it a shot. The greedy sub side me giggled with glee while I tried to wrap my
head around having just made the most insane decision of my life.

Once back at the house, we all piled out of the truck.
Dylan chased Sanna inside, playfully swatting her ass as she squealed and
giggled, while Nick hung back. His face was tinged with traces of guilt. I’d
never seen Nick wear anything akin to remorse, and he didn’t wear it well; in
fact, he looked like hell.

“Mel, I need to talk to you for a minute.” He was
nervous and I had a pretty good idea what he wanted to say.

“Sure,” I replied.

“I don’t know what you and Stephen, err, Joshua talked
about on the dance floor, but I need to tell you something.”

“He told me that you called him, Nick. I’m not mad about
it, but I’m disappointed you didn’t tell me that you knew who he was the night
I came home from the opening.”

“I didn’t realize how… attached you’d gotten to him
until last night. If I’d known he’d touched you so deeply, I wouldn’t have
called him, because I’d never purposefully hurt your feelings, sweetheart. I’m
sorry, Mellie.”

“You didn’t hurt my feelings. I just feel like I’ve
been played by you both.”

“It wasn’t like that, Mel, honest. Joshua wanted to
surprise you at the wedding today. I didn’t think there’d be any harm in that,
but that wasn’t my decision to make, it was yours.”

“I accept your apology, Nick.” Extending my index
finger, I poked his rock-solid chest. “But I’m not going to forget that I spent
two days wondering why he hadn’t called.
That
,
Mr. Nick Masters, is your fault.”

“Shit,” Nick grumbled.

“Oh, lighten up. I’m not mad. I forgive you.”

“You do, huh?” Nick chuckled. “What made you decide to
do that?”

“Joshua’s kiss… It was all worth it then,” I replied
on a dreamy sigh.

“That must have been some kiss.” He grinned.

“It was amazing,” I laughed.

“Then I’d say he’s doing a fine job,” Nick chuckled.
He draped his thick arm across my shoulders and we walked inside the house.

#

An hour later we sat at a table inside Club Genesis,
surrounded by friends. The excitement in the air was contagious. Drake, Trevor,
Mika, and Julianna had joined us. I couldn’t stop laughing at the things coming
out of Trevor’s mouth. The young man had absolutely no filter whatsoever. Even
the stern looks Drake shot his way didn’t slow the young man down one bit.

Glancing at the thick velvet curtain, I nervously
tugged on the corset and short black leather skirt Sanna had let me borrow.
Feeling near naked, I feared my boobs would spill from the ivory lace corset
with every breath. Checking my make-up and hair in the small mirror inside my
clutch, I exhaled a nervous breath. As I tucked it away, my cell phone
vibrated.

My heart fluttered and a smile tugged my lips when I
read Joshua’s message.

Look toward the bar, my
beautiful vixen.

Snapping my head up, I skimmed the members clustered
around the bar. Slightly to the left of the crowd, I saw Joshua standing in the
alcove that led to the private rooms. My body began to quiver as the
conversations around me lost all meaning. Friends and members melted from view
as I watched the tall handsome Dom with his piercing green eyes stride toward
the table.

Drawn to his possessive aurora, I wanted to bolt from
my chair and rush to his arms, but I tempered my urges and focused on his slow,
deliberate gait. Checking my billowing breasts once more, I stopped myself from
tugging the fabric. Joshua wouldn’t like it if I tried to cover myself from his
view.

Lord, I’d already began
to think like a sub.

I swallowed the ball of unease rising in my throat as
he stepped up to the table.

“Do you have room for one more?” Joshua asked, giving
Mika a slap on the back.

“Stephen,” Mika announced cheerfully as both men shook
hands. “Of course. Grab a chair and join us.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he smiled. Sliding a chair in
next to mine, Joshua sat down.

A smile curled one side of his mouth as he gazed at my
overflowing breasts. Raising his eyes, he shot me an animalistic look of
approval.

“Good evening, Master Stephen.” I smiled demurely.

“It’s always a good evening when I sit next to a
beautiful woman whose breasts taunt me to ravage them endlessly.”

Heat crawled up my face and my nipples tingled in
agreement.

“No offense, Master Stephen,” Trevor began. “But from
my vantage point at the reception you’ve already decimated Mellie from the neck
up. It might be time to move on down for a while.”

“Boy,” Drake bellowed with a scowl.

“What, Master?” Trevor gasped. “It’s the truth.”

“How would you like to spend the night cuffed to the
bar naked with a fat ball gag shoved in your mouth?” Drake scolded.

“No, Daddy. Please. Not that,” Trevor begged in a
mournful plea.

“Apologize to Stephen, boy.”

“I’m sorry if I offended you, Master Stephen,” Trevor
contritely offered before casting his eyes downward.

“Thank you, boy, but you’ve only stated the truth. No
harm done,” Joshua softly laughed.

“Thank you, Master Stephen,” Trevor respectfully
replied.

“Can I have your attention please?” Standing at the
front of the room next to a tall padded table, Tony spoke into a silver
microphone. Immediately a hush fell over the dungeon. “Thank you. As you know,
I will be formally collaring my wife and sub
Leagh
this evening. We’ll get that fun started in just a little bit, but first
there’s a bit of punishment that needs to be dealt with before we begin the
ceremony.”

“What did
Leagh
do to piss
him off already?” Trevor whispered with a groan.

“Last night at Maurizio’s…”

“Oh shit,” I blurted out, flashing a look of concern
first at Sanna, then Julianna and Trevor; each wore a look that mimicked my
outburst.

“I don’t like that kind of language, little one.”
Joshua frowned.

Duly chastised, I cringed. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

“There was an incident involving several of our subs,
mine included,” Tony continued. “We
Doms
have spoken,
and have come to a mutual agreement. The guilty parties must be punished en
mass.”

“Oh, Sanna,” I whispered as I shot an imploring look
her Masters’ way. “It was an accident.”

“
Shhh
,” Nick instructed with
a stern shake of his head.

I pinched my lips together and issued a heavy sigh as
I reached beneath the table and gripped Sanna’s hand in support.

“I need the following subs come to up with their
owner’s please:
Leagh
, Emerald, Trevor, Savannah, and
our one un-owned girl, Mellie.”

“Me?” I squeaked as my eyes grew wide and my knees
started to tremble.

Mika, Drake, Nick and Dylan all leapt from their
chairs as if they couldn’t wait to rush to the front of the dungeon.
Julianna—known as Emerald at the club—slowly rose to her feet, as did Trevor
and Sanna. Dylan cleared his throat and arched his brow as he extended his hand
toward me. Freaked out and dumbfounded, I stared at it for a long moment.

“I’ll protect you, Mellie.” Reinforcing his words,
Dylan issued a tender smile.

“So you were part of the blazing butt-plug of destruction
as well, little one?” Joshua chuckled.

I issued him a slight nod before rising up on
trembling knees. Taking Dylan’s hand, he led me toward the
scening
area. Glancing back, I spied Joshua following close behind.

A wave of relief washed over me. He’d be nearby if I
needed him.

Leagh
joined Tony.
Trepidation replaced the happy smile she’d worn all day.

Lined up in a row like criminals before a firing
squad, we exchanged pensive glances with one another.

“Remove any clothing that covers your asses,” Tony
instructed with a wolfish grin.

“Sanna,” I whispered in a tone of pure panic.

“You don’t have to take off your thong,” she whispered
in reassurance. “Masters won’t let anything bad happen to you, and neither will
I. You don’t even have to do this… I’ll take your punishment for you if you
need me to.”

Her fervent declaration melted away my fears and
filled me with determination. I wasn’t about to let Sanna take my portion of
the blame, even though the whole damn thing had been a fucking accident—which
none of the
Doms
seemed to give a shit about. Wanting
to howl in outrage, I jumped when Mika slipped his hand around my elbow and led
me away from the others.

Compassion and understanding shimmered in his unique
amber eyes.

“In my club all acts are strictly consensual, Mellie.
If you’re unwilling to participate in the punishment, you can forego the little
spanking we’ve planned, and work behind the bar for an hour. The choice is
yours.”

“I understand, Sir. Thank you,” I replied. “I find it
ridiculous that any of us are being punished for an
accident
. But since our fate has been decided,
I’d prefer to take my punishment alongside the others, if it’s all the same.”

“As you wish.” Mika flashed an intimidating scowl.
“Drop your skirt, feisty one, and go stand next to your sister.”

Closing my eyes, I slid the soft leather off my hips,
placing both it and my purse with the other subs’ clothing on a low table. My
heart hammered in my chest as I watched Drake cinch a meaty hand in Trevor’s
hair before marching him to the tall table.

“Bend over, boy,” Drake instructed with a tone that
brooked no argument.

“You’re next, my blushing bride,” Tony chuckled as he
helped
Leagh
into position.

One by one they lined up and bent over.

“Emerald, you’re next, my beautiful slave.” Mika
grinned.

“Honestly, Master. I’d like to communicate with you,
but you’re not listening. The company is to blame, not us. You should write a
letter telling them the dangers of putting alcohol in lube. Not only is it a
fire hazard, it can dry out and damage tender tissue,” Julianna protested.

Mika flashed a stern frown, then swatted her on the
ass before forcibly bending her over the table. “Your objection has been duly
noted, my sassy little wench. Now, not another word or I’ll add orgasm denial
to your punishment. Am I clear?”

Julianna pinched her lips together and nodded
vigorously.

“Kitten.” Dylan patted the foam surface and crooked
his finger.

“Good luck,” I whispered to my sister.

“You too,” she mumbled back.

“Mellie,” Dylan called to me as Nick moved in behind
my sister’s proffered ass.

Sucking in a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and
marched to the table to join my partners in crime.

“Would you prefer me or Nick to hand down your
punishment?” he asked.

What? Oh god. No.
I couldn’t stand the idea of Sanna taking extra punishment because I’d
chickened out, but the thought of Dylan or Nick’s hands on my ass felt so
grossly incestuous I had no other choice. Not to mention they expected me to
pick one of them? That was so not happening.

“Um,” My stomach roiled as I darted a frantic glance
first to Dylan, then to Mika. Swallowing tightly, I sucked in a deep breath.
“Mika, Sir—”

“I’ll do it,” Joshua volunteered, stepping forward
wearing a serious but gentle expression. “That is, of course, with your
consent, Mellie?”

Relief and gratitude careened through me. “Yes, thank
you, Master Stephen.”

Before I lowered myself to the table, I watched Joshua
move in close to my bare backside. Dylan sidled up next to him and leaned in
close.

“Don’t you dare hurt her.” His threat was a low growl.