Free Sexed Into Submission by Julie Bailes Page B

That’s all I need, besides trust. Will you put your trust in me, Piper?”
    Her eyes search my face, looking for a reason to say no, but I haven’t given her one. “Fuck me. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but yes, I trust you,” she sighs. Taking her by the hand, I lead us to my car.
    Once she’s seated, I go to close the door , but she prevents it from shutting. “Wait, you should know, I’m not signing some bullshit contract,” she blurts seriously.
    Bending down, I look her dead i n the eye. “Piper, my beauty, I’m not sure who taught you about this lifestyle, but I don’t need a contract to bind, spank, whip, or fuck you. I’m a man who understands that no means no. Your word means more than a signature,” I assure her.
    When I get into the driver’s seat, I chuckle when I see her arms crossed and lips pouting. My bet is she’s upset with her punishment, no doubt. Reaching over, I run my hand up the inside of her beautifully exposed thigh. “I’ll take care of you later tonight. I promise,” I smile. Giving her leg a gentle squeeze, I pull onto the freeway to Piper’s condo.
    The entire drive she remains silent, staring out the window with a baffled look etched onto her. When I pull into her driveway, I get out and go around and extend my hand to her, helping her stand from the car. Placing my hands on either side of her hips, I pull her pelvis into mine. “Tonight, mi amor, we’ll discuss our expectations. I’ll pick you up at eight.” Kissing her forehead, I take her hand and walk her to the door. Still mute, she enters inside, nods and closes the door.

 
    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