Saving My Submission BN (4 page)

Get real. Pining over
power games won’t make you happy.
No, everything I needed I provided for
myself. Not many women had the opportunity to make an obscene amount of money
doing what they loved. Cultivating my own happiness was empowering, and I
didn’t need a man to do it. So what if I left dozens of short-term
relationships in my wake? I lived my life without doling out promises, being
tied to a collar, wedding ring, or marriage license. I took pride in the fact
that I’d orchestrated my life exactly how I wanted it to be, without apology. I
had to stop wasting time allowing myself to fall victim to longings I couldn’t
afford to let resurface.

Your life is perfect,
dammit!

We sat and ordered dinner. All through the meal I
caught Scotty checking me out, sizing me up, and luridly undressing me with his
eyes. He didn’t seem to give off a Dominant or submissive vibe, which was a
relief. No, the man appeared to be a regular old vanilla guy and the exact
distraction I needed to clear my head of BDSM thoughts.

Encouraged by his attention, I flashed him several
suggestive smiles; even going so far as to run my tongue up and down the tines
of my fork when no one else was watching. Scotty let out a long, tortured
groan, shook his head, and turned away. I had to bite back a laugh. Toying with
the poor, horny man was delightfully entertaining.

When dinner was done, Scotty approached the table with
four small glasses of bright yellow liquor. Bestowing a bold and scandalous
wink, he set one of the cordials down in front of me.

“
Limoncello
,
in honor of your first—but hopefully not last—visit to Maurizio’s.”

I flashed him a coy smile. “Thank you. I’m flattered.”
As I lifted the glass to my lips I noticed a phone number scrawled on the
napkin he’d set beneath my drink.

“You’re quite welcome,” he smiled before bending close
to my ear. “I get off work at two. If you’re still awake, give me a call.”
Tapping his finger on the napkin, he flashed a wolfish grin.

“I might have to start drinking coffee,” I countered
in a sultry whisper.

“I hope you do.” His reply sounded low and hungry.

Gazing at me for several long seconds, Scotty jerked
his head, as if remembering we weren’t alone. Embarrassment fluttered over his
features before Scotty darted a glance around the table then cleared his
throat.

“How about some dessert?
We’ve got New York Cheesecake. Maybe some Crème
Brulee
,
or a piece of our
decadent chocolate mousse cake?”

I didn’t miss the knowing smirk Dylan and Nick shared
between themselves before the two declined dessert.

“Thanks, but I’m stuffed,” I replied with a shake of
my head.

“I’d love some,” Savannah replied, grinning at me like
a schoolgirl.
“Cheesecake please.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back.” He nodded then
turned and swaggered toward the kitchen. I couldn’t help but stare at his tight
ass or the way his well-worn jeans hugged him so perfectly.

“For crying out loud, Mel, you haven’t been in town
twenty-four hours, and already you’re setting hearts on fire,” Savannah teased.

“Trust me. It’s not his heart that’s on fire, unless
it’s slipped down between his legs. The only thing I’ll be doing at two in the
morning is snoring and drooling.”

“That’s an attractive picture,” she snorted.

Scotty pushed past the swinging stainless steel doors,
carrying a thick slice of cheesecake. As he made his way to our table, I
watched, appreciating the way the muscles on his arms rippled and bulged. No
doubt the man spent hours at the gym honing his sculpted body. Savannah turned
to see what I was staring at then let out a smothered chuckle.

“Bet you five bucks you end up setting your alarm,”
she teased.

“Nah.
He’s a
hottie
, all right. But all I want tonight is sleep.
Tomorrow?
Well… who knows, I might need to come back here
for lunch,” I whispered as he drew close and placed a mountainous wedge of cheesecake
in front of Savannah.

CHAPTER TWO

Bright and early the next morning, Savannah bolted
into my room and pounced on the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” I groaned, trying to
shake the sleep fog from my brain.

“Get up, lazy bones. We’re going shopping!” she
exclaimed with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“Shopping for what?” I mumbled, rubbing mine.

“Nasty things, for
Leagh’s
bachelorette party.”

“I’m wide awake now. When’s that happening, the party
I mean?”

“Friday night at Maurizio’s.
We’ve reserved the back banquet room. No
Doms
allowed.
It’s
gonna
be
subbies
gone wild!” She waggled her eyebrows. “And…
Scotty’s going to be our private bartender,” she taunted in a singsong tone.

“So? What are you trying to do, play matchmaker now
that you found love?” I teased.

“No, I’m not. But honestly, a blind man could see he
wants you. He was practically drooling all over you,” she giggled.

“Yeah, well they all drool from time to time. Don’t
get me wrong. He’d be fun for a night or two, but that’s it.” I shook my head.

“How do you know?” she countered.

“Because they’re
all
fun for a night or two, but after that…” I wrinkled my nose.

“I’ve always suspected you were allergic to monogamy.”

“Yes, I am. It gives me hives that make me itch.
Besides you might be happy with two men slobbering all over you, but… gag me, I
like my freedom. Now where’s the coffee?” I asked, changing the subject as I bumped
my hip against hers and climbed out of bed.

“Downstairs in the big, scary
kitchen.”
Her voice wobbled in a creepy tone, and she made an evil face
as she wiggled her fingers, like a wicked witch casting a spell.

“You’re such a goof-ball,” I laughed as I pulled on my
robe and secured the sash. Flashing Sanna a mischievous grin, I stepped closer
toward the door. “Last one to the kitchen gets to eat what’s fixed.”

Dashing out of the room, Savannah was hot on my heels.
We both ran down the stairs like a herd of rampaging elephants, stopping when a
fit of giggles hit us at the same time. We hadn’t played that stupid game since
she was in high school and I needed to pry her from bed so she wouldn’t be late
to class. Savannah would do almost anything to avoid eating what I cooked….
Or rather burned.
I had skills, but definitely not in the
kitchen.

Dylan and Nick rounded the corner, staring up at us as
if we’d lost our marbles while both Sanna and I laughed like a couple of loons.
Nick held a phone against his ear and scowled. Dylan simply watched our antics
with a goofy grin, shaking his head in disbelief at our crazy behavior.

“
Shhh
,” I giggled, pressing
a finger to my lips. “Nick’s on the phone and he looks like he’s ready to spank
your ass.”

A devilish glint flashed in Savannah’s eyes. Spinning
around on the stair, she wiggled her backside, taunting the two men. “Here it
is, baby. Come and get it. It’s all yours.”

Nick bit back a smile while Dylan’s eyes flashed wide
in surprise, and he started to laugh. Still giggling, Sanna turned and blew a
kiss to her Masters. Without missing a beat of his conversation, Nick reached
behind his head. Pulling the leather strip that held his long, ebony hair free,
his raven mane spilled down over his shoulders. Pinning Sanna with a
disapproving expression, he nodded toward his feet in silent instruction.

Darting a nervous glace my way, she padded down the
rest of the stairs. Once at the bottom, Nick motioned for her to turn around. A
tiny ‘oops’ seeped from Sanna’s lips. Wedging the phone between his shoulder
and his ear, Nick took the leather strap and bound her wrists behind her back,
then pointed her toward the kitchen.

“Not the rice, please,” she whispered with a
beseeching plea.

Nick swatted her ass. With a fierce scowl, he pointed
more adamantly than before.

Joining the two men at the bottom of the stairs, I
looked up at Dylan.

“Rice?”
I whispered.

 
With a hungry
smile poised on his lips, Dylan watched the sway of my sister’s ass as she
walked away. “Uh-huh.”

“Do I even want to know?” I swallowed tightly.

“You’ve never been punished with rice?” Dylan asked.

I shook my head. “I’m not in the lifestyle…
err
, not anymore.”

My remark caught Dylan off guard. He arched his brows
and cocked his head, gazing into my eyes with a curious stare.

“You know, it’s not a light switch you can turn off
and on, Mellie. If the desire truly burns inside it will catch fire… no matter
how hard you try to wish it away.” Studying me intently, he frowned. “Something
bad happened to you, didn’t it? That’s why you left the lifestyle.”

His spot-on assessment crushed down on me, like a ton
of bricks. Dylan—the happy-go-lucky of the two—had seen right through me.
Either he was psychic or I had been more transparent than I thought. Either
way, I felt naked and exposed, and hastily averted my gaze to keep him from
gaining even more insight.

“I’ve worked through some bad shit, too. When you’re
ready, we’ll swap stories. It might do you some good.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I nodded; knowing damn good
and well
that
day would never come. Then,
like a big
ol
’ puss-bucket, I turned and scurried
away to find Savannah.

Unnerved by Dylan’s keen assessment, my worries
quickly changed focus when I found my sister nervously pacing in the kitchen.
Surely they weren’t going to punish her for our childish behavior, would they?

“God, I
flippin
’
hate rice as a punishment.”

Evidently they would.

“Why can’t they just spank my ass?” she moaned.

“Because you’d like it, precious,” Nick announced with
a devious chuckle as he and Dylan entered the room.

She jerked her head toward the two men. Regret lined
her face. “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Masters. Mel and I were just
dorkin
’ around like we used to. You know… last one to the
kitchen is a rotten egg kind of thing? Only I didn’t want to be the rotten egg
because I’d have to eat what Mellie fixed, and well…
Mellie’s
a lousy cook.”

“Oh, the thundering herd of wildebeests isn’t the
issue at all, kitten,” Dylan grinned. “It was the taunt and wiggle of your sexy
backside that’s gotten you into trouble.”

“But I was just stating the obvious. It belongs to you
two… I was simply acknowledging the fact,” she said, trying to charm her way
out.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You might as well take it
like a woman. You’re already busted, baby.”

She turned, pinning me with a look, as if I’d grown
horns. “You’re not helping!”

“I think you’re beyond help, sis.” I chuckled.

“You’re just as guilty as I am,” she choked.

“Um, no I’m not. I wasn’t the one taunting your
Masters.”

Sanna stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed even
harder. Dylan and Nick turned their attention my way. Grabbing an empty mug, I
cleared my throat, suddenly feeling like the third wheel at a motorcycle
convention.

“I’m just going to get some coffee and get out of your
hair,” I mumbled. Staring at the handles and dials on the silver plated
appliance, I couldn’t find anything that resembled the simple drip-style coffee
maker I had at home. “Ah, if I can figure this fancy thing out, that is.”

Without a word, Dylan sidled up beside me, hastily
showed me which button to push and lever to pull. In a matter of seconds, I had
a sweet, creamy, steaming cup in hand.

“I’ll be, umm, up in the shower,” I nervously
announced. Flashing Savannah a clandestine wink of encouragement I tiptoed toward
the doorway.

“That’s a wonderful idea, Mellie,” Nick purred as he
stepped in close to my sister, caressing a dark hand over her ass. “She’ll be
up when we’re done here. It shouldn’t take long.”

Climbing the stairs, the sound of Nick’s deep,
placating voice wafted from the kitchen. I couldn’t hear what he was saying,
but his cadence was filled with love and compassion. A wistful smile tugged my
lips before a pang of envy spiked inside.

Drying off after my shower, I wrapped my robe around
me and padded into the bedroom. Savannah sat on the edge of my bed. Her cheeks
were flushed in a rosy hue and her swollen lips bore a matching shade of
crimson. Her eyes said it all. The look of a thoroughly satisfied woman
reflected brightly.

“So, I guess you didn’t get rice?” I snickered.

“Uh-uh,” she replied on a dreamy sigh.

Lucky little wench
,
I chuckled inwardly.

“What the hell is rice punishment, anyway?”

“They sprinkle dry rice on the marble kitchen floor
then make me kneel on it.
Sucks big ones, too.”

Ouch!
“I bet
that hurts like hell.”

“It does.” She nodded with a frown.

“Yeah, but just think where you’d be without them,
Sanna.”

“God, don’t go there, Mel.” She shook her head,
then
rose from the bed with a sheepish grin. “I need to go
get cleaned up. Trevor and Julianna will be here soon. They’re going to go with
us. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not.
They’re fun,
especially Trevor. Hey, is Julianna bringing the baby?”

“Nope, Mika is pulling daddy duty, alone for the first
time. It should be interesting.” Her face wrinkled in a cringe. “Meet you
downstairs.”
  

An hour and a half later, Sanna, Julianna, Trevor, and
I perused the aisles of a local adult toy store. Gazing at the plethora of
vibrators, fuzzy handcuffs, and floggers I couldn’t help but wonder what one
gave a submissive bride-to-be that she hadn’t seen or used? Was there something
we could find so off-the-charts-kinky that it would make
Leagh
blush?
Doubtful.

“Hey, Mellie, can you grab that for me?” Trevor asked,
nodding toward a display of rubber dildos while juggling an armful of latex
toys and lube.

“Sure. Which one do you want?” I asked.

“That big double-headed sucker, right there,” he
replied as his gaze zeroed in on the huge rubber cylinder.

“What’s
Leagh
going do with
this?” I asked, plucking it from the shelf.

“Oh, that’s not for her… it’s for me,” Trevor replied
as his cheeks blazed crimson.

“
Okayyy
. Guess that’s what I
get for asking,” I chuckled.

Savannah let out a squeal from across the store.
Trevor and I raced over to see what she’d found.

“This is IT!” Sanna exclaimed. Struggling, she picked
up biggest butt plug I had ever seen. Its base was at least twenty inches in
diameter and the tapered tip was as big as a soda can. The damn thing was heavy
as hell from the way she strained to hold it in both arms.

“You’re kidding, right?” I gasped. “That thing’s big
enough for an elephant.”

“Lord, sister. I’m scared.” Trevor’s eyes were wide
with fear. “If Daddy brought that mother home, I wouldn’t even pack my bags.
I’d just run out the door like the hounds of hell were
nippin
’
at my heels.”

“Why on earth would you want to buy her that?” I asked
in disbelief.
 

“It’s an inside joke. Trust me, she’ll get it.”
Savannah winked.

“This… can’t be… it, it… no way is this thing made for
human consumption. I mean, there’s not an asshole on the planet that could
stretch that much and still work the way it’s supposed to. I’m just
sayin
’.” Trevor shuddered.

“Hey, did you find the lube?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “But if you insist on buying her
that terrifying monster, she’s going to need more… a
lot
more… like a cement mixer of lube.”

“She’s not going to use it,” Savannah laughed.

“No shit!” Trevor barked, still gazing at the plug in
a combination of terror and shock.

“I think it’ll make the perfect center piece for the
party, don’t you?” Savannah preened.

“Centerpiece?
Oh,
now
I understand. You scared me,” Trevor sighed
in relief before a mischievous twinkle danced in his eyes. “I think we need to
shove a sparkler in the tip, and light that sucker up!”

“
Ohmigod
, that’s a perfect
idea,” Sanna squealed.

“I found the penis sippers,” Julianna sang out as she
hurried toward us waving a handful of plastic cock-tipped straws in the air.
“Oh, and I also found this lovely, albeit tacky bridal veil. It’s got a real
imitation rhinestone tiara. She’ll be so excited. Plus, get this. The veil
lights up with flashing neon dicks. They’ll see her coming a mile away.”

“Oh, I want one of those,” Trevor giggled.

“Two rows over on the left,” Julianna pointed with a
chuckle. Blinking, she stared slack-jawed at the massive plug.

“It’s the centerpiece,” I laughed.

“I’m speechless,” Julianna gulped.

After doing damage to our credit cards at the toy
store, we stopped for lunch at a Mexican restaurant. I suggested a pitcher of
margaritas, and was adamantly shot down. Not only was Julianna breast feeding,
but I learned that my sister, Trevor, and
Leagh
had
spent a memorable afternoon at Maurizio’s consuming copious amounts of wine.
Evidently the three got so wasted, their
Doms
had to
come fetch them… from the
ladies
room.
I’d have paid money to be a fly on the wall that night.

Savannah wrinkled her nose. “It wasn’t pretty.”

After lunch we decided to go window-shopping—which of
course turned into power shopping—and I soon discovered my sister had grown
into quite the shoe whore. Of course I had no room to talk, especially after
finding a pair of sinfully sexy red satin designer stilettos. Perfect for the
red backless gown I intended to wear to Joshua Lars’ gala the following night.