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  Submit with Me

  Amber Skyze

  Rena is on a quest to get laid and she’s willing to go to any length to fulfill her need.

  Marc has a thirst for a submissive. He longs to find someone he can bring to the edge of ecstasy and rein back in before an orgasm. He wants to tie, tease and torture his submissive, pushing the limits of sexual awareness.

  When he offers Rena five hundred dollars to be his sub for the night, he gets more than he bargained for. This spitfire is about to show him a thing or two about submitting.

  An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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  Submit with Me

  ISBN 9781419929298

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  Submit with Me Copyright © 2010 Amber Skyze

  Edited by Helen Woodall

  Cover art by Syneca

  Electronic book publication July 2010

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Submit with Me

  Amber Skyze

  Dedication

  To Lee Pearce, who helped bring this story to life and publication. I appreciate all your words of wisdom.

  Chapter One

  Rena had one goal in mind—to get laid. Taking a long drag off the straw nestled in her fruity drink, she scanned the smoke-filled bar for a potential mark. Tonight she didn’t care about getting to know someone. No, tonight she only cared about filling the void in her aching pussy.

  “Damn,” she cursed under her breath. Tables were full with happy couples, either enjoying drinks or dinner. Soft jazz played in the background. Normally Rena enjoyed the lazy tempo, but not tonight. She was too busy looking for someone to fill her need. Her desire. Rena’s pussy ached to be fucked. Glancing around the haze, she shook her head. Not one guy in the place looked eligible. She considered going to another bar but decided against it. Not many bars offered rooms above them for the clients to rent by the hour. No, this was the place where she intended to find the man to make her pussy sing. Besides, the patrons were upper-class and the bar had a reputation for only allowing in respectable people. Safe. That was the reason she was here and wouldn’t go anyplace else.

  Staring into the mirror behind the bar, she gave the room another scan. Still nothing. She couldn’t believe there wasn’t one man desirable enough to give her the relief she craved.

  She emptied her drink. Maybe it was best if she called it a night. Obviously she wasn’t getting laid tonight.

  As Rena stepped off the barstool, her face came into contact with one broad chest. She glanced up to stare into the most exquisite blue eyes she’d ever seen.

  “Leaving so soon?” he asked in a husky voice.

  “Just going to powder my nose,” she lied.

  “I didn’t think women did that any longer.”

  “I’m not just any woman.” Rena winked. “I’m every man’s wish come true.” Leaving him standing there, mouth agape, she headed toward the bathroom.

  He ordered her a new drink when she shimmied onto the stool.

  “Thanks for the drink.” She didn’t bother to look at him, but she caught him watching her in the mirror.

  “My pleasure.”

  Rena couldn’t help herself, she smiled.

  He was gorgeous, dressed in tight-fitting denims and a painted-on black tee , muscles bulging from under the short sleeves.

  “Come here often?” Lame. She hated pickup lines, so why was she using one on him?

  He laughed a hearty laugh.

  “Actually the first time.”

  Hmm. A first timer.

  “So what brings you here tonight?”

  “I’m looking for a little action.”

  “What kind of action?” Maybe the same kind she was looking for? A “wham bam thank you ma’am” kinda night?

  “Nothing you’d be interested in, I’m sure.”

  “And what makes you so sure I’m not interested in your kind of action?” Insult dripped from her voice.

  “Just a gut feeling.”

  “Are you saying I’m too prim and proper for you?”

  He shrugged indifferently.

  “Try me, I’ll bet I surprise you.”

  He shook his head no.

  Are you fucking serious? He was turning her down? No fucking way. This was not the way she had planned this night. She was determined to get laid and Mister Muscles fit the bill.

  “Let me guess, you’re looking to get laid—no strings attached?”

  He didn’t flinch when she blurted out the statement.

  Instead he stood, reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash.

  “You think you can handle my action?”

  He slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the bar.

  “I’m offering you one hundred dollars to be my slut for the night.”

  She almost choked on her drink.

  “See, I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He sat back down.

  She laughed.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “That you think one hundred dollars is enough. Make it five and I’ll be Mary Fucking Poppins if you want.”

  It was Marc’s turn to spew his drink. Her gray eyes looked pointedly at him.

  “What I’m looking for tonight is someone who wants to be controlled. Someone who can handle being dominated. Like I said before, I don’t think you’re that woman.”

  He watched her face flush crimson. Was she pissed or embarrassed? He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to know what tying her to the bed and teasing her until she was screaming to be allowed to come felt like. Yes, Marc wanted to know what she would do if she had to submit to him. Yes, if she was willing, he would have her moaning all night long.

  “Like I said, up your offer to five hundred and you’ve got yourself a submissive.”

  Marc searched her face for any signs of uncertainty. Sliding off the stool, he stood behind her.

  “Are you willing to be blindfolded and tied up?” he whispered in her ear.

  She nodded.

  “Will you let me do whatever I want to your body—no questions asked?”

  “Depends. Are you clean? How can I trust you’re on the up and up?”

  He pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. “Will my license do? I have lots of credit cards. Even a library card. I’m a law-abiding citizen. But if you don’t want to play with me…”

  “I didn’t say I didn’t want. I’m being cautious.”

  “Actually you’re being smart. Now what do you say, wanna play?”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  He slapped four more hundred-dollar bills on top of the first one. “I have a room re
nted upstairs. Let’s go.”

  If she had any doubts, she didn’t show it. She drained her drink, stuffed the bills in her purse and turned to him.

  “Five hours. That’s it.”

  He shrugged. “Whatever you say. But I doubt you’ll want to leave once I get started.”

  “We’ll see.”

  A smart-ass. Marc liked her spunk. But could she keep quiet like a good sub? He didn’t know, but he was dying to find out. In fact, he might just enjoy her speaking out of turn, because if he pegged her right, she would.

  They walked to the elevator in silence. Once they stepped over the threshold and the doors closed, he pinned her against the wall.

  “Ready to have your world rocked?”

  “You’re awful confident in yourself. I really hope you can live up to all these expectations you’ve set.”

  He pinned her body tighter against the wall. “You won’t be disappointed.”

  He used his strong fingers to pinch her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress while his other hand roamed under her skirt. Tilting his head sideways he smirked.

  “Pantiless. Perfect.”

  She shrugged.

  He nudged a digit against her pussy lips. Let’s see if she can handle this.

  Marc rubbed up and down her folds, adding pressure as he glided over her clit.

  She moaned.

  “No coming or you’ll have to be punished.”

  Her eyes darted open. Fear filled them.

  “You’ll come when I give you permission. Not before.”

  He tweaked her nipple harder and drove his finger into her cunt. She grabbed on to his shoulders and yelped.

  “I need to come.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Marc continued finger-fucking her pussy. “I’ll tell you when you can come and it’s certainly not now.”

  She tried pushing him away, unsuccessfully. Her tiny frame was no match for him.

  He stepped back, releasing her body from his grip. With his finger he lifted her chin. Her bottom lip trembled.

  “Are you frightened of me?” He pushed off the wall and turned his back, frustrated. He raked his fingers through his hair. He could not and would not be with someone who was afraid of him.

  “Not of you. I’m afraid I won’t be a good submissive.”

  He returned to her, stunned. Where was this coming from? She was totally confident up ’til this point.

  “Why don’t you think you’ll be a good submissive?”

  “I’ve never.” She looked down to the floor. “I’ve never been someone’s submissive.”

  He lifted her chin again. “There is nothing to be afraid of. I will guide you along the way. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, you just say the word and it all ends.”

  She nodded.

  “I’ve never been accused of hurting anyone or taking things too far. I promise you I will respect your wishes.”

  She nodded again.

  “What is it?” He could tell something was still bothering her.

  “I-I don’t even know your name.”

  He let out a nervous laugh.

  “Marc.” He extended his hand. “And you are?”

  “Mary Poppins,” she said, taking his hand.

  The elevator dinged, doors sliding open.

  Marc quickly turned and put his foot in front of the door to prevent it from closing.

  “If you don’t want to go ahead with this, I’ll understand. Keep the money and return to the bar.” He wasn’t angry. He was sincere. He didn’t want her if she was uncertain with the whole process.

  “I want to do this.”

  “After you, Mary Poppins.”

  Together they stepped out into the hallway. Marc led her to his suite. Room five-seventeen.

  “Rena’s my real name.”

  “Well, Rena, let’s have some fun!”

  Chapter Two

  Rena couldn’t believe her eyes when she walked into the room. Yellow rose petals covered the floor and all the furniture. Candles glowed throughout the room. Soft blues played in the background. It was one of the most romantic scenes she’d ever seen. Something she’d only read about in romance books.

  “It’s…beautiful.” She ran her finger over the table just inside the door. She picked up a petal and brushed it against her skin. Velvety soft.

  “I want you to feel comfortable so that when we move into the bedroom you won’t have any doubts.”

  Doubts? She had a few, but hadn’t she been the one who wanted to get laid tonight, no matter what the price? Marc was offering her the chance and so much more. He was offering the opportunity to explore things she’d never explored before.

  The thought of being tied up and blindfolded intrigued her. Yet she had to wonder if she would be okay with giving up that much control to another person. If her wet pussy lips were any indication, she’d have to say she was more than ready. He found her sexy and wanted her to be his submissive. Nervousness filled her, but she still wanted to give it a try.

  “What’s going on inside that head of yours?” He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

  “Nothing,” she lied.

  “That’s the second time you’ve lied to me tonight. If we’re going to do this the right way, we need to be completely honest with each another.”

  Rena wondered how he knew she was lying. “When did I lie to you the first time?”

  “When you told me you were going to powder your nose. You were leaving. That was, until you ran into me.”

  How the heck had he known?

  “Your eyes gave you away. You couldn’t look me straight in the eyes. You looked away. A dead giveaway to a lie.”

  Interesting. So she wasn’t a good liar. Was that such a bad thing?

  “And this time?”

  “You tensed up. Another giveaway.”

  Okay, so they established that she was not a good liar. But would she make a good submissive?

  He released her and walked over to the bar. “Would you like something to drink?”

  “Wine would be nice.” Something different from the rum-based drink she’d had at the bar downstairs.

  As he poured two glasses, she wondered what awaited her in the bedroom. And if she didn’t like things, how would he know.

  “So how does this work? This submissive thing?”

  Marc handed her a glass of wine.

  “Have a seat and we’ll talk about it.”

  She followed his lead and sat next to him on the couch.

  “First we must establish a safe word for you.”

  “Safe word?” What would she need a safe word for?

  “Yes. A word you will speak if you get uncomfortable during the night. If you speak the word, I will stop immediately and the night will end.”

  “Just like that?” She snapped her fingers.

  “Just like that. I don’t want to do something you’re uncomfortable with. So you will have control over how far it goes.”

  She felt better knowing she could stop it with just one word.

  “How do I know I can trust you to stop?”

  “I told you. I’ve never been accused of hurting anyone. I won’t start now.”

  Relief washed over her. Something about him made her want to trust him.

  “What will happen in the bedroom?” She knew she was asking a million questions, but she wasn’t familiar with this lifestyle. Yes, she’d read about it on the internet but never actually dabbled in it.

  “I’ll start slow and I’ll guide you through each step. One thing that is important is you do not speak unless spoken to.”

  Panic must have filled her eyes, because he reached out and touched her hand.

  “Unless it’s to say your safe word.”

  She drained the contents of her wineglass with one gulp.

  “You are free to say your safe word anytime you like.”

  “Okay. Continue.”

  “I think it’s best if I show you.”

>   A chill passed through her body. This was it. She was about to find out what it really meant to be dominated.

  He stood and held out his hand.

  “We’re going into another bedroom first. There we’ll pick out some toys to use together. Once we go into the second room, you are to remain quiet unless I give you permission to speak.”

  “Or I speak my safe word.”

  “Right. Which we need to decide on.”

  Rena tapped her finger against her lips.

  A safe word? What would make her feel safe?

  “This doesn’t have to be difficult,” Marc said. “You can use something as simple as red.”

  Nah, that didn’t seem appropriate to her. She wanted something different. Something unique to her.

  “Dragonfly.”

  “Dragonfly?”

  “Yeah, my safe word is dragonfly.”

  He shrugged. “Whatever works for you.”

  “I’m ready,” she declared.

  He led her to the first bedroom. It was simple. A large king-sized bed in the middle. Two nightstands, one on either side. An armoire stood in the corner. Rena lingered in the doorway while Marc walked over to the armoire. He swung open the doors and Rena’s mouth fell to the floor.

  She’d never seem so many adult toys in her life. Each shelf housed a variety of playthings.

  “Come on over and take a look for yourself. I think you should have a say in what I use on you.”

  He winked at her and she turned to mush inside. The idea of using toys brought a renewed excitement. With each step she felt the insides of her thighs growing moister. Her pussy lips ached. They needed to be touched, licked and fucked.

  As she stepped up behind him, she was once again assaulted by the musky aftershave. It was a smell she could grow accustomed to.

  “So we can use any of these toys?” Her nipples hardened as she thought about playing with Marc.

  “Anything we want.”

  Rena fingered the package with the turbo butt plug.

  “Pick it up. It won’t bite.”

  She laughed but still picked it up.