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Here is a review from a reader: "I have read so much rubbish recently! I usually prefer US writers of erotica but the last few books I have read have been by British authors. Some have been co-written and I have been wondering why it takes two people to write such drivel. I am happy to say Jennifer has renewed my faith in UK writers. This was a lovely story and I want Jon for myself. Lucky Becca! The book was well written and edited and I read it quickly because I wanted to find out if it was a HEA although from the tone of the story I thought it would be. Just my kind of book. I loved it."
THE SUBMISSION CHALLENGE
Doms and Acquaintances 1
Copyright © 2011
A woman lay bent over a tall stool, her backside facing the audience. She was naked except for a pair of incredibly high heels. Her ankles and wrists were bound to all four legs of the stool by fur-lined handcuffs.
A fully clothed man dressed in black leather stood to one side, breathing heavily as he wielded a whip against the woman’s buttocks again and again. Red stripes began to crisscross her backside and thighs. The woman screamed as if in terrible pain as the whip made contact with her hot skin.
The man stopped momentarily, laid a hand on her back, and asked huskily, “Do you want to say your safe word?”
“God, no! Please don’t stop.”
And the man continued his delicious torture to the delight of most of those watching.
* * * *
But Rebecca wasn’t one of them. She watched the scene taking place on the stage with loathing. She was in a club called Domini’s. Despite its innocuous name, it was known for its extreme sexual activities.
Crossing her arms in exasperation, Rebecca rolled her eyes and looked up at her companion who towered over her, as did most people. Despite being petite, she was very strong-willed. “For God’s sake, Ellie, why did we have to come here of all places? You know I hate this sort of stuff.” She had to raise her voice to be heard over the crowd cheering the man to whip the woman further.
Ellie shrugged a shoulder and turned to grin at Rebecca. She leaned her head forward to avoid shouting her reply. “Well, I know that my brother Jon comes here, and I’ve always wanted to see what happens in this venue.”
“He would do that,” she retorted. “This is just the sort of vile, domineering activity that he would practice.” Turning away from the disgusting scene in front of her, she bumped straight into a tall, well-muscled man standing directly behind her who didn’t move an inch when she hit him. She emitted a grunt and looked up to see who was standing in her way, ready to tell the idiot who had the temerity to stand so close exactly what she thought of him.
“I was about to ask you two what you were doing here, but I can see you were slagging me off again.” His smooth, deep voice easily penetrated the noise.
Rebecca groaned in frustration and gritted her teeth. This was the one person she didn’t want to bump into, particularly in this establishment—Ellie’s brother.
She and Jon didn’t get on. She had met Ellie nearly ten years ago at university, both of them studying art history. So she had known Jon for several years, and every time they met, they clashed—usually about their respective lifestyles. While both were successful in their careers, commanding great respect from their colleagues, he hated the fact that she was perfectly happy to live by herself, only dating intermittently, and to be in total control of her life. Meanwhile, she scorned him for controlling every aspect of his current partner’s life, which appeared to be from what she wore to what went on in bed.
“Hey, bro,” cried Ellie, as she noticed her older sibling. Not that he was older than her by much, but his dominant personality always made him seem several years older than his sister. It wasn’t just his girlfriends that he controlled, as he had a tendency to tell everyone around him, well, women mostly, what they should be doing. But Rebecca knew Ellie had developed methods to get around her brother, usually pretending to obey him and doing something entirely different!
Despite that, she knew Ellie was very fond of Jon. They shared the same sense of humour, driving their parents mad with their antics, such as the time when they were in their teens and replaced the traditional Christmas decorations with lewd ones.
“So, what are you doing here?” he repeated. Jon looked like he was bemused to see Rebecca there. However, she knew he would not like to see his kid sister in a place like this, even if she was a grown woman who partnered Rebecca in their own art gallery business.
“Just checking the joint out. Seeing what happens here,” Ellie replied, waving a hand airily around as she grinned at him with pleasure.
“I know you’re relieving your curiosity, despite the fact that I told you never to come here. But why on earth is Rebecca with you?” he asked, raising a brow at his nemesis. The sardonic look on his face made him look even more handsome, if annoying, than normal. She tried to edge away from him, uncomfortable with his presence, even more so than usual, but didn’t have much success as there wasn’t much space. It was a popular club, and Saturday evenings were clearly the busiest time.
“Ellie dragged me here. I didn’t realize it was this type of place until we got inside,” Rebecca responded haughtily.
“This type of place? And what exactly do you mean by that?” Jon loomed over her, his anger beginning to rise.
She pushed on his chest. She wasn’t about to be intimidated by him, despite his superior height and his domineering behaviour. “You know perfectly well what I mean. The sort of place only someone like you would frequent.” The “you” was said in a tone of utter disgust.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He clenched his hands. He looked as if he was itching to drag her over his knee and administer a spanking or two. In fact, she often felt she gave him the urge to do just that. Thankfully, he had never given into that impulse.
Rebecca tried to placate him. “Look, Jon, I know you are in to this lifestyle, but as I’ve said before, it totally demeans the female sex. We women have worked long and hard to get our independence, too much to let a man control us this way.”
“Oh.” He chuckled, although his humour didn’t reach his eyes, which narrowed as he responded. “Then why do you suppose the women here—all except you, of course—choose this lifestyle? Remember, these women”—he gestured around him—“are here out of choice. Answer me that one, miss smarty-pants.”
“I don’t know. I suppose because they are, ‘weak’ isn’t the right word, more quiet and reserved people, I guess. Ones who are easily controlled by others who would take advantage of their submissive—no, not submissive, gentler—nature and…and…” She paused in the middle of her soapbox, a hand gesturing toward the stage to illustrate her point. “And push them into doing demeaning things.”
He shook his head in resignation at her uncompromising attitude. “You have no idea what being submissive means. There are some submissives that have high-powered jobs like, in fact, the woman on stage at this moment, and they take great enjoyment in being dominated by a man sexually.”
She gasped, astonished by his statement, her eyes drawn to the woman being whipped. “Well, more fool those women!”
He finally gave up, raising his hands in surrender. “There is no way in a million years that you could be soft and submissive and let a man look after you, care for you, and spoil you, so I’m not even going to try to make you understand.”
Stung by his comment, Rebecca retorted pertly as she crossed her arms. “I can be submissive if I want to. I just don’t want to.”
Jon laughed scathingly, his voice harsh with disbelief, his hands on his hips. “No way you could. It isn’t in you. You’d never be able to give over control to someone else, nor keep your smart opinions to yourself!”
“If the right motivation was there, I could, but I don’t see anything that would be the right motivation.”
He paused as if considering a thought, looking closely at both women. Rebecca stared back, confused by his change in demeanor, his body exuding anticipation instead of anger. He briefly glanced again at the woman on stage and then smiled wickedly, his gray eyes twinkling with mischief.
She shivered at his expression, partly because it aroused her and partly because it was such a sudden change in attitude that it worried her. She raised her eyebrows at Ellie, but the latter just frowned and shrugged. Rebecca then looked back at Jon, who had crossed his arms, demanding her attention.
“I challenge you to be submissive for, say, twenty-four hours. In fact, I challenge you to be my submissive for twenty-four hours, and if you manage it, I will donate money, say five hundred—no let’s make it a thousand—to your favorite charity. If you fail, you donate to mine.”
Rebecca stood stunned for a moment, staring at him as he mocked her, and then narrowed her eyes. She was a typical Taurus and could never turn down a challenge, particularly one issued by Jon, and this one was definitely a red flag to her bull. Without a thought of what the challenge would involve, she held out her hand. “You’re on!”
Jon looked derisively at her hand. “A submissive doesn’t take the initiative and offer her hand.”
She gritted her teeth. “We haven’t begun yet.” Then she frowned and stated, “But we do need to set terms and conditions before we start.” She wanted to be in charge of this insane challenge that she was starting to regret having taken.
“I’ll give you that one. Say Monday, 1:00 p.m. in my office?”
“Done.” She turned to Ellie. “Now can we get out of this dreadful place?” She proceeded to lead the way out of the venue, very quickly indeed.
* * * *
Ellie stood there looking stunned in helpless astonishment with her jaw dropped. “I can’t believe you two have just agreed that. You took advantage of Becks. You know perfectly well she’ll never win, even if she goes through with this, which she won’t. And you know it!” Ellie shouted at her brother. He just stood there and grinned arrogantly at her like he normally did when he won one of their contests. With a growl, she turned on a heel and stormed after her friend.
Jon grinned over his shoulder after the departing women. Oh, he was so going to enjoy this. Not that he thought Rebecca would go through with the challenge, but he would enjoy her squirming when she told him it was off.
He laughed to himself. Despite the differences in their lifestyles, he knew her pretty well. He had played her masterfully, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge, and she fell for it beautifully.
Knowing that when she had a chance to calm down and consider what would be involved, she would recognize her folly. He chuckled, imagining how irritated she would be that he had tricked her into this, her deep blue eyes flashing with ire, and wondered how long it would be before she contacted him. He would give her twelve hours.
The couple giving the performance finished to great applause. As they left, a group started to prepare the next scene, securing a woman into a harness in readiness for a man waiting at the side of the stage.
Jon fantasized it was him and Rebecca and he had her lovely, naked body writhing in his hands. It wasn’t the first time he had pictured such a scene with her, but then he shook his head ruefully. As if she’d ever do anything like that, let alone with him, and that brought him back to the challenge he had issued.
He pondered thoughtfully, not really taking in the activity on the stage. He knew Rebecca was very competitive, so she would consider every angle first. He laughed to himself, remembering a previous competition between them involving beach volleyball with a watermelon, which, to her annoyance, he had won when it had broken all over Rebecca. She may actually go ahead with this challenge just to get her own back.
Now that would be very interesting. His mind went into overdrive as he imagined her having to submit to him, possibly tied facedown on a spanking bench or up against a St. Andrew’s Cross. The thought of seeing Rebecca naked gave him an erection. She might not be his usual submissive type, but she certainly was gorgeous, with long, straight, black hair that fell in a glorious cascade down her back. Her eyes were a stunning almond shape, and her legs were perfect, despite her pixie size. The rest he had yet to see!
He grinned. Who knew, he may yet see the rest.