Saving My Submission BN (12 page)

Officer Hung wiggled his hips in
Leagh’s
face, gyrating in sexual suggestion before peeling off his clothes. Laughing,
Leagh
pointedly gazed at James’ cell phone as he recorded
every bump and grind.

“Thank you, Master. But just for the record, I’d
rather have a lap dance from you. Hurry home and strip for me… please? I’ll pay
you with something special.”

Casting a glance up at the muscular man, he stroked
his night stick with hard, jerking movements.
Leagh
squealed, then looked back at James. “Okay, so maybe this once, I’ll manage to
enjoy another man dancing for me. Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.”

Several subs pulled out their phones to record every
shimmy and shake. Trevor all but drooled as he watched the buff dancer. When
the stripper tore away his pants, wearing only a bright blue thong with a
massive bulge, the whole room went wild. Screams, whistles and cheers thundered
as I stood back, laughing at the raucous bunch.

Julianna kissed
Leagh
on the
cheek, then placed a wad of money in her hand.

“See what he’ll give you for tips,” Julianna giggled.

“Oh, lord. I think I’m going to pass out,” Trevor
exclaimed as he grabbed a stack of napkins and began wiping the perspiration
from his forehead.

When
Leagh
was done
carefully tucking money into the dancer’s grinding
g-string
,
he scooped out the bills and shimmied out of his thong, wearing nothing but a
nice tan and a hard, thick erection.

“
Ohhhh
, sweet
jesus
,” Trevor whimpered. “If I ever get married, I hope
Daddy sends this guy to
my
bachelorette
party. Look at that cock. It’s breath taking. I bet that monster’s at least
eight inches.”

“Eight and a half, Goldilocks,” the dancer replied
before blowing Trevor a kiss.

Joshua’s cock is bigger
and far more talented
. As soon as the thought entered my head, heat
rushed to my cheeks and blood pooled behind my clit. Sliding my phone from my
pocket, I quickly glanced at empty screen. With a silent curse, I shoved it
back in my pocket, convinced that I’d clearly lost my mind.

“Get over here, Mellie, and get in this chair,”
Leagh
demanded. “You’re the only one who won’t get into
trouble. Come on. Get nasty with this big
ol
’ cock.”

Laughing along with
Leagh
, I
shook my head. “He’s all yours. Enjoy him as best you can.”

Trevor whooped and hollered when the dancer began
twirking
his cock in
Leagh’s
face. “Kiss it. Kiss it. Kiss it,” Trevor chanted.

“Hell, no,” She screeched. Her eyes grew wide and she
started to blush “
You
kiss it.”

The dancer turned, pinning Trevor with a knowing
stare. “Would you like a taste, darling?”

Trevor turned bright red. Blonde hair whipped his
face, as he backed way, adamantly shaking his head. “No way. I love my Daddy.
I’m not doing anything to screw that up.”

“Pity.” The stripper pouted. When the music faded, the
naked man bent and kissed
Leagh
on the cheek. “Have a
fun party, and happy wedding night.”

James escorted Officer Hung to the foyer, waiting
patiently as the man redressed. Raising a hand to wave good-bye, James
continued to hold the door open, and as all the
Doms
paraded back in, a hush fell over the room.

“Mind if I take a look at your phone, James?” Tony grinned
as he held out his hand.

“Oh my god,”
Leagh
gasped
and hid her face in her hands.

“What’s wrong, angel? You haven’t been a bad girl,
have you?” Tony taunted. “You know what I do to bad girls, don’t you?”

“
Aarrggghhh
,” she groaned.
“No, I was a perfect angel... for the most part. You set me up, didn’t you,
Sir?”

“Indeed I did, princess. Indeed I did,” he laughed.

“And what about you, boy?” Drake pinned Trevor with a
suspicious grin. “You look awfully guilty. Is there something you need to tell
me?”

Trevor raced across the room and wrapped Drake in a
desperate hug. “I might have said a few things I shouldn’t have, but I was
good. I swear, Daddy. But now that you’re here I really…
realllyyyy
want to be bad with you… right now.”

Drake laughed, as he bent and slanted his mouth over
Trevor’s in a rough and hungry kiss. “I like you primed and ready for me, sweet
boy.”

“Oh I’m ready, Daddy. I’m
sooo
,
sooo
ready.”

“Yes, I know. I can feel your hard cock against my
thigh,” Drake laughed. “Keep it that way, I have plans for it… and you,
tonight, my love.”

“Thank god,” Trevor whimpered.

“Oh,
Leagh
,” Tony howled.
“My, my, angel. You got a
facefull
, didn’t you?”

She gave him a playful pout and nodded. “But as you
can plainly see… I was your perfect little angel tonight, Master.”

Tony laughed and pulled her to his chest. “I’m proud
of you, baby.” He beamed, then kissed her long and passionately.

Claimed subs paired up with their owners, and I tried
not to notice the pangs of envy within, but they chaffed. Painting on a happy
smile, I visited and mingled, wishing Joshua were a part of the Genesis family.
Did he know about the club? Surely living down the street and being a Dom of
his caliber, he had to know of its existence. Maybe like me, he’d become
disenchanted and left the community. Or maybe he was a natural-born Dom who
didn’t know there were others like him outside his artistic bubble. Wishing and
hoping for fairy tales seemed a fruitless waste of time. I desperately wanted
to see him again, but refused to seek him out like a pathetic fan girl, or,
god-forbid, a crazy stalker. I had to devise a way to banish him from my brain,
drive out thoughts of the incredible night we’d spent, and find my resilient
equilibrium again.

That sounds all good
and fine, yet here you are… still obsessing about him. Why?

Taking a sip of margarita through my penis straw, I
frowned.
Because he touched something inside and
no matter how hard I try, I can’t wipe it away. At least not yet.

“Are you ready to head out?” Nick asked. A quizzical look
wrinkled one brow. “What’s got you so deep in thought, Mellie?”

“Nothing. Yes, of course.” I smiled, trying to deflect
his concern. “I’m good to go whenever you guys are ready.”

After kisses and hugs and lots of good nights, we
climbed into Nick’s big red truck and headed home. The silence was deafening
and I caught Nick’s concerned gaze in the rear view mirror more than once.

“Okay, enough,” Sanna announced as she squirmed in her
seat and turned to face me. “What’s going on, Mel? Spill it, and don’t tell me
nothing’s wrong. I know you.”

“Easy, kitten,” Dylan instructed.

“It’s called tough love, Master. And she needs it,”
Sanna explained as she continued to probe me with a stern gaze. “Out with it,
chicky
-pooh.”

“Oh, my god,” I moaned. “All right. I had a wonderful
time last night. More earth shattering than I’d expected. It’s rocked me a bit,
but I’ll be fine. I just need to get it into perspective.”

“Tell me what happened with Scotty… before the fire, I
mean,” she pressed.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And nothing is ever
going to happen with him. Okay?”

“That’s quite an about turn from the other night,”
Nick interjected.

“I know,” I sighed. “That’s another thing that’s got
me stumped. He kissed me—Scotty I mean—and it was like kissing a brother. It
felt awkward and gross.”

“So the man from last night, why do you think he’s
left such an impression?” Dylan asked.

I knew exactly why Joshua had unnerved me so, but I
wasn’t sure I wanted to confess it to the world.

“Don’t stall, Mellie,” Dylan coaxed. “Don’t try to
analyze it, just spit it out.”

“Because he was… he was a Dom.”

“Who was he?” Nick asked.

“Joshua Lars,” Savannah offered.

“The artist who created your statue?”

“Yes.” I nodded to Nick’s arched brows reflecting in
the mirror.

“By the look of his work, I’d say he most definitely
is a Dominant,” Dylan chimed in. “And it’s dredging up old feeling in you,
isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whispered in a dejected tone.

“Don’t make it sound as if it’s a death sentence,
girl,” Dylan chuckled. “I told you the other day, it’s not a light switch you
can turn off and on. Your true desires will come out no matter how hard you try
and wish them away. I think you’re finding that out, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t
allow myself to go back to the woman I was… the submissive, I mean. I just
can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Nick challenged.

“Both. It’s too much of a risk. I can’t put myself
through that again, and I won’t.”

“So what do you propose to do about it? Obviously
running from your desires isn’t working. You’ve not tried to stand and face
your fears yet. So where does that leave you?”

Nick’s eyes twinkled. The man was actually smiling as
he figuratively backed my ass into the corner.

“It leaves me exactly here… coping with it until I get
back home. I can shove it under the carpet, like I always do, and go on about
my life.”

“Okay, but if Scotty didn’t flip your switch after
Joshua what makes you think some other—”

“Don’t go there,” I cut Sanna off. “I’ve already
thought it.”

“And?”

“And… I don’t know. It’s only been a day. Give me some
time to put it behind me, okay? I’ll work him out of my system… eventually.”

“You hope,” Dylan smirked.

“I will,” I argued defiantly.

“Look, I’m not finding fault with anything about your
life, Mel, but you have a history of running away when things get too intense,”
Sanna interjected.

“Like you don’t?” I challenged.

“Not anymore,” she bragged.

“I’m happy for you,” I scorned, immediately wishing I
could take the sarcasm out of my reply.

“I know you are, you already told me… and meant it.”
She waved her hand at the growing tension between us. “Have you ever sat down
and asked yourself why you won’t get close to anyone besides me?”

“No, Doctor Phil, I haven’t.”

“Stop being
pissy
with me.
I’m trying to help you,” Sanna huffed. “I know why. It’s the same reason I
closed myself off from my own life, Mel. You’re afraid of loving someone and
losing them.”

The air left my lungs in a rush. Tears prickled my
eyes and my heart felt as if she’d punched through my chest and yanked it out.

“It’s okay to let someone in. It’s okay to take a
chance, because it’s so worth it. I could keel over and die tomorrow, but I’d
go happy. I have these two incredible, wonderful men in my life who fill me
full of all the things I’d missed out on by being afraid. Listen to me and
believe me… the joys outweigh the risks by so much, it’s incomprehensible.”

Tears slid down my cheeks as Sanna scrambled over the
bench seat and wrapped me in her arms. “It’s okay, sis. You have so much love
inside your heart. You have to stop wasting it all on me.”

“It’s not a waste,” I sniffed.

“No, but you’ve got so much more to share. Give it to
someone who deserves you...Someone who understands your needs, even when you
don’t. You knew long before I did that a Dom would complete you… fulfill the
longings buried deep inside you. So, you picked the wrong one the first time.
You might even pick the wrong one the second time, but somewhere along the way,
you’re going to pick the right one. Just imagine how wonderful your life will be.
You’re not a quitter, Mel. You don’t walk away from a job until it’s totally
perfect. You didn’t bat an eye at moving back home to finish raising me when
Mom and Dad died. So why are you letting your fears make you quit and cheat you
out of a chance at happiness?”

CHAPTER FIVE

When I woke the next morning my eyes felt like they’d
been dipped in kitty litter. After a second night of tossing and turning while
residual images of Joshua filled my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about all
the things Savannah had said. The two combined proved to make sleep an elusive
indulgence.

Of all the questions that spooled in my brain, one in
particular continued to stump me… when and how had my little sister found such
profound enlightenment? Finally it dawned on me. “When she found her Masters,
of course,” I whispered aloud.

I tried to close my eyes and get some sleep, but it
was useless. Dragging myself out of bed at nine o’clock, I shuffled to the
bathroom and climbed into the shower.
Leagh
and
Tony’s wedding was at three. Even though Julianna and Trevor were her
bridesmaids,
Leagh
wanted extra reinforcements to
prepare for her big day, and had asked if Sanna and I would come early to help
her get ready. I was strangely excited to be a part of it all. Usually I
avoided weddings, but after spending so much time with
Leagh
and the rest of the gang from Genesis, I was actually looking forward to it.

When I stepped out of the shower, I found a hot cup of
coffee sitting on the vanity.
Sanna
. A smile
spread over my face as I quickly dried, donned my robe and opened the door. A
pensive look lined my sister’s face as she sat on my bed.

“Hey. I’m sorry if I was too hard on you last night. I
know you’re a big girl and live your life exactly the way you want. I had no
business sticking my nose in it.”

“Oh, baby,” I groaned. “You have every right to stick
your nose in. You’re my sister, and you’re worried. I get that. You have no
idea how many nights I spent worrying and wondering if I’d done the best I could
to raise you… to prepare you for the big bad world out there.”

“You did.” Sanna smiled. “I just needed a little help
breaking out of my cocoon. Thankfully I found the two men who could get the job
done.”

“Yes, you did.” I grinned. “I’m sorry about my snarky
comments last night. I am happy for you.”

“I know you are… and I know you were lashing out
because, well… I was attacking you. I’m sorry for doing that to you. I just
want you to be happy. Honestly, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. So whether you’re
with someone or alone, as long as you’re happy, then I’m happy for you.”

“I
am
happy. I’m
just a little screwed up at the moment because of a certain
man
. But don’t worry. I’ll be back to my old
self soon. I promise.”

Savannah gave a resolute nod, then hugged me tight.
“We need to be at the church at one. The guys are going to start fixing
breakfast, so come down when you can.”

“I will and thank you for the coffee, baby. I love
you.”

“I love you too.” A broad smile spread over her lips
as she scurried out of the room.

Three and a half hours later, I stood staring at the
two dresses draped across the bed. Vacillating between the designer tea length
cranberry twist silk chiffon, strapless, or the designer knee length champagne
chiffon halter… I couldn’t decide.

There was a soft knock at my door, and I let out an
indecisive sigh. “Come in,” I called, too distracted to glance over my
shoulder.

“Oh, Mel, you’re not dressed yet?” Sanna gasped.

Spinning around, I took a look at my sister and
gasped. Wearing a knee length
ruched
strapless
chiffon, the royal blue color made Sanna’s brown eyes pop and her pale skin
glow. She looked like a princess.

“Oh, wow,” I whispered. “Sanna… you look… god, baby,
I’ve never seen you look so stunning.”

She couldn’t hide her proud smile. “Hurry up. The guys
are looking at their watches and pacing a hole in the floor. They sent me up to
fetch you.”

“Okay, hang on. I need you to help me with the
zipper.”

Snatching the cranberry silk off the bed, I stepped
into it, adjusting my boobs as Sanna zipped me up. With one last glance in the
mirror, I snagged my clutch, hooked the straps of my gold-heeled sandals around
my fingers, and rushed from the room.

When we arrived at the church, Dylan and Nick took off
to find Tony while Sanna and I discovered
Leagh
in
the bride’s room with pandemonium in full swing. She looked frazzled beyond
sanity, and fighting back tears as a short, pretty Italian woman tugged at the
neckline of her wedding gown. Three younger, dark haired women looked on,
wearing various expressions of annoyance as they watched the older woman
attempt to conceal
Leagh’s
cleavage.

“I’ve got it, Alisa. Really,”
Leagh
snapped, brushing the woman’s hands away. “I’m afraid this is as good as it’s
going to get.”

“Oh, honey. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a prude,
but Tony’s grandma is going to be here… and… she’s from a different
generation,” Alisa began with a pained expression. “I think your breasts are
beautiful…not that I spend my days staring at your…oh, dear.”

“Ma,” a younger woman with dark hair and big brown
eyes hissed. “Just stop. Leave poor
Leagh
alone. If
Gramma
Rose can’t remember what it was like to have a set
of perky tits, that’s her problem. She’ll just have to get over it.”

I bit my lips together to keep from laughing.

“I suppose you’re right.” Alisa exhaled heavily. “I
just don’t want to hear… oh, never mind. I think she’s getting senile anyway…
she probably won’t even remember the ceremony after a couple of drinks at the
reception.”

“Exactly, so give it a rest, ma.” Another one of the
girls chimed in.

“What can we help you with,
Leagh
?”
Sanna asked. Swooping in to give the bride a hug, she accidently-on-purpose
nudged the overly anxious Alisa out of the way.

“I don’t know. I think I need a bigger dress.” The
look of mortification on
Leagh’s
face was
heartbreaking.

“No you don’t, sugar. You look like a fairy tale
bride; breathtakingly stunning,” Sanna reassured her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I haven’t introduced you all.” Turning
toward the four dark-haired ladies,
Leagh
extended
her hand. “These are my friends, Savannah and her sister Mellie Carson. Sanna
and Mellie this is Alisa
Delvaggio
, Tony’s mom, and
his sisters, Anna, Sofia, and Maria.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Sanna and I replied in
unison.

“How’s Tony holding up?” I asked hoping it might prod
the nervous mom out of the room so we could try and calm
Leagh
down.

“Oh, dear, I’m not sure.” Alisa wrung her hands as she
flashed a worried look toward her daughters.

“Maybe we should go check on him, Ma,” Sofia urged as
she flashed me a look of gratitude. “
Leagh’s
got
plenty of help now. We need to get out of her hair so she can finish getting
ready.”

“Yes. Yes, that’s a good idea. Let’s go check on your
brother.” Alisa nodded.

Like a mother hen, she gathered up her daughters before
leading a parade out the door.

“Good luck,” Sanna called.

Maria, the last in line paused and glanced over her
shoulder.

“We don’t need luck, we need Prozac,” she announced
rolling her eyes. “You look gorgeous,
Leagh
. My
brother’s eyes are going to pop out of his head, and his tongue’s going to hit
the floor. Don’t worry about
Gramma
Rose. She’s half
blind anyway.”

The young girl grinned, winked, and blew a kiss before
closing the door behind her. I rushed over and quickly engaged the lock.

“Oh my god, thank you, Mellie. You just saved my
life.”
Leagh
let out a loud sigh and slumped down on
a fluffy couch in the massive dressing room.

“You’re doing fine,
Leagh
.
Just try to relax,” Sanna comforted her as she eyed a big tray of finger
sandwiches, fruits, and cheese. “Have you eaten today?”

Leagh
shook her head.

“Okay, we need to get some protein in you.”

“I can’t. My stomach is rolling so badly, I’m afraid
I’ll barf all over Tony’s Italian dress shoes.”

“No, you’re not. Listen to me, just close your eyes and
take some deep breaths. Relax and think of the night Tony proposed to you. Go
back to that romantic beach and how he got down on one knee in the sand. Come
on. Think back on how it amazing it was… just like you told me,” Sanna urged.

I put together several plates of food while Sanna
helped
Leagh
out of her dress, before we started
applying her make-up, while talking the nervous bride down off the ledge.
Taming
Leagh’s
anxiety, my sister reminded her about
the butt plug fire, the twerking stripper, and what a lucky man Tony was to
take her hand in marriage. Coaxing
Leagh
to eat some
food, the girl downed two full plates and asked for another. The bride-to-be
had actually relaxed, until a knock came from the door, and her anxiety spiked
again.

“God, I love Alisa, I really do, but
please
don’t let her back in here,”
Leagh
whispered in a desperate plea.

“I won’t,” I mouthed, before I cracked open the door
and peered through the tiny gap. Smiling, I swung it open wide as Julianna and
Trevor rushed in, both wearing broad smiles and dressed to the nines. Closing
the door behind them, I locked it once again.

“Thank god. I was starting to get worried that you two
weren’t going to show,”
Leagh
groaned.

“Bitch, please,” Trevor chastised with a grin. “I
think you need some liquid calm.”

Untucking his arm, he pulled a bottle of champagne
from his tuxedo jacket.

“Yes, I do.”
Leagh
nodded
emphatically. “Lots and lots of champagne...hell, just give me the bottle.”

“No way,” Trevor giggled. “If I get you drunk before
the wedding Drake will have my balls dangling from his rear view mirror. You
get
one
glass, then I’m going to have to
cocktail block you.”

“Make it a big one then, please,”
Leagh
begged.

“Why is the door locked? Are you expecting more cop
strippers or something?” Julianna laughed.

“Lord no. No more strippers. I can barely function as
it is. We’re keeping Tony’s mom, Alisa, out. God, that sounds really bad.”
Leagh
made a face. “I love her to pieces, but she’s making
me crazy today.”

Sanna found some plastic cups, as Trevor popped the
cork with a squeal. They filled the cups and passed them around.

“Oh, honey,” Julianna, moaned. “Come on, drink up. You
need to jump start your
zen
. You’re getting married
to the man of your dreams.”

“Yes I am.”
Leagh
nodded
with conviction then downed her glass. Grabbing the bottle from Trevor, she
took a long swig, then handed it back to him. “Let’s do this.”

“That a girl,” Sanna giggled. “Come on gang. It’s time
to work our magic.”

As Sanna, Julianna and I began primping
Leagh
for her big day, Trevor stepped toward the door.

“I vow to keep everyone out of the sacred
beautification room, with the exception of our Masters,” Trevor declared with a
solemn salute.

In less than two hours we’d transformed not only
Leagh’s
outward beauty, but calmed her inward anxiety,
thanks to several pep talks and a couple more swigs of champagne. When we were
through, we helped her back into her bridal gown.
Leagh
looked every bit the quintessential ‘blushing bride’, and when she checked
herself in the mirror, a smile so bright spread across her lips, it rivaled the
sun.

Trevor wiped a tear from the corner of his eye as he
stared at her. “Oh, sis. You look… stunning.”

“Don’t cry,
Trev
. You’ll get
me started. Then the girls will have to redo my face, and there’s not enough
time for a major overhaul.”

“I’m sorry, love. It’s just that you look… amazing.
All but one thing.” He pouted.

“What? What thing?” Sanna scrutinized
Leagh’s
hair and makeup as she nibbled her lip.

Trevor reached into his breast pocket and pulled out
the flashing penis veil from the adult toy store. With a flick of his wrist,
the netting unfurled. He then pushed a button on the real imitation rhinestone
encrusted tiara, and the penises started pulsating in neon colors of green,
red, orange, and purple.

Leagh
snorted in surprise as
we all started howling.

Trevor placed the plastic tiara on her head, careful
not to mess up her hair, then issued a satisfied sigh. “There. You are now a
complete and perfectly breathtaking, kinky bride.”

“You are so bad,”
Leagh
giggled.

“The one we bought for your bachelorette party
perished in the fire. But being the awesomely fantabulous friend
I
am—“ Trevor preened, with a twist of his
wrist. “—I decided to raid my own wedding stash. No self-respecting tawdry
bride would even
think
of walking down
the aisle without one.”

“Is that so?”
Leagh
laughed
as she dashed back to the mirror.

Unbeknownst to us, the phallic symbols were motion
activated. Once we’d discovered the added feature,
Leagh
raced around the room as the strobe of cocks throbbed. We were laughing so
hard, we had to blot away our tears.

“Stop. Stop.” Julianna cried. “My cheeks and stomach
hurt.”

“That’s just wrong, on so many levels,” Sanna
chortled.

“I know it is,”
Leagh
snorted. “I bet
Gramma
Rose wouldn’t pay one bit of
attention to my boobs if I danced down the aisle wearing this.”