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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: The Dom's Submission
- Sprache: Englisch
Terry is done with Maggie. In the bedroom, she's the perfect sub but she's too stubborn to let him take care of her outside of the bedroom. He's done everything he can to make sure she's safe and happy, but she fights him every step of the way.
And he's done.
Until she needs his help. He can't refuse but once he's taken care of her at her weakest moment he has to flee. He has to quit seeing her. It's the only way for him to protect his heart and he can't lose another family. He'd never survive.
Maggie is fed up with Terry's overbearing ways. He just won't listen to her. He doesn't even try to understand that she needs to be able to take care of herself. She can't rely on another man.
But when he helps her again he wedges himself firmly in her heart. Too bad he's running away as fast as he can.
Will she be able to convince him that taking a chance on love is always scary but definitely worth the risk?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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PART THREE – HIS SUBMISSION | CHAPTER 1: Terry
CHAPTER 2: Maggie
CHAPTER 3: Terry
CHAPTER 4: Terry
CHAPTER 5: Terry
CHAPTER 6: Maggie
CHAPTER 7: Terry
CHAPTER 8: Maggie
CHAPTER 9: Terry
CHAPTER 10: Terry
CHAPTER 11: Terry
CHAPTER 12: Maggie
CHAPTER 13: Terry
CHAPTER 14: Terry
CHAPTER 15: Terry
CHAPTER 16: Maggie
CHAPTER 17: Terry
CHAPTER 18: Maggie
CHAPTER 19: Terry
CHAPTER 20: Terry
CHAPTER 21: Maggie
CHAPTER 22: Terry
CHAPTER 23: Maggie
CHAPTER 24: Terry
CHAPTER 25: Maggie
CHAPTER 26: Terry
CHAPTER 27: Maggie
CHAPTER 28: Terry
CHAPTER 29: Maggie
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PART THREE – HIS SUBMISSION
CHAPTER 1: Terry
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Terry sat in the business part of the Club, not in the office with Ethan. It was Saturday night, over twenty-four hours since the fight, and Maggie still hadn’t called him. They were done. Finished. He tossed back another drink.
“Hey, Ethan said you were in here.” Nick sat next to him at the bar.
“Yep.” He waved his hand and the bartender filled his glass. “Glenlivet for him too.” He nodded at Nick.
“Thanks,” said Nick as the bartender returned with his drink.
“What are you doing here?” asked Terry. “Finally see the light and realize men weren’t created to be monogamous.”
“No, nothing like that.” Nick smiled. “Sarah’s out with her sister and Annie.”
“Does that mean Patrick’s coming here too?” He took a gulp of his drink. “That’s cause for celebration.”
“No. Patrick is upstairs with Ethan. We’re getting ready for poker. You should join us.”
“Later. First, you guys should come down and we can find us some women. Just like the old days.”
“Not interested.”
“You make me embarrassed to be a man.” His eyes roamed the Club. “There are a ton of beautiful, eager, horny women and you want to hide upstairs and play poker.”
“Ethan said you and Maggie had another fight. Come upstairs and talk to us. Maybe, we can help.”
“I don’t need your fucking help.” He tossed back his drink. “I need to get laid.” His eyes landed on Desiree, one of Ethan’s newer employees. “By her.”
The bartender filled his drink.
“Don’t do this.”
He tipped his glass in the young woman’s direction. “She’s exquisite.”
Nick’s eyes roamed over her. “She is, but she’s not worth it.”
He knew what Nick meant but decided to play dumb. “I have more money than I can spend. She’s worth whatever price she wants.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Nick turned to him. “Don’t throw away what you have with Maggie over one stupid fight.”
“I’m not.” His chest tightened and his stomach twisted, adding another knot to his tangled mess of emotions. “It’s over between us.”
“Only if you want it to be or if you do this.”
“You don’t know shit.” He gulped down the drink and ordered another. “I thought she was special but she’s not going to work.”
“Just because she won’t take your money? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You, of all people, should appreciate that about her.”
“I don’t give a damn about the money.”
“Then what is it?”
“She doesn’t trust me.”
“Are you sure? I thought that about Sarah too and she did trust me. She just had to deal with some issues of her own.”
“I’m sure.” He was done with this conversation. It was bringing him down and he’d spent a fortune and many hours drinking his way to happy. “And, I’m sure that I’m going to fuck that exotic, young woman over there.”
“Terry, come upstairs. Don’t make this decision when you’re drunk.”
That was the only time he could because when he was sober, he only wanted Maggie. “Nope. I need pussy.” He stood.
Nick grabbed his arm. “And you can have it, later. Sober up first.” He looked at Ethan’s new hire. “She’ll appreciate you more if you’re not sloppy drunk when you fuck her.”
“I’m not a novice. I know how to please a woman drunk or sober.” He jerked free and staggered a bit, grabbing onto a chair to steady himself. “Go. Play poker. I’ve got plans.”
He made his way across the bar. The young woman watched him, a hint of a smile on her full, gorgeous lips.
He stopped by her side. “May I buy you a drink?”
“Absolutely.” She smiled at him.
“You’re stunning.” He plopped down next to her, waving the bartender over.
“Thank you.” She turned toward the bartender. “Soda water with lime.”
“Not drinking?” He couldn’t take his eyes from her. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen with jet-black hair, pale complexion and blue eyes. She could be Irish but the tip to her eyes spoke of something else in her blood.
“I’ve already had two and I don’t like to get drunk.”
“Really?” Most of the women here drank quite a bit. Actually, so did the men.
“I find a little is better.” She took a sip and his eyes locked on her luscious, red lips.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She smiled at him again. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Let’s go to a room.”
“Wow. You move fast.”
“You should be used to that.” He caressed the bracelet she wore, telling everyone that she was an employee.
“I expect it from some, but I didn’t from you.” She studied him.
He was surprised by the intelligence in her gaze. Most beautiful women who worked her weren’t stupid, but they weren’t this smart either. “Why is that?”
“I’ve been watching you and you didn’t seem interested in anything but your drink until your friend arrived.”
“I was taking my time.” His fingers trailed along the skin of her arm. It was soft and firm but not as soft as Maggie. He pushed the thought away. “Deciding who I wanted to spend my time with tonight.” And his money.
“I’m honored.”
“But are you accepting?” He was pretty sure she was being sarcastic but not positive. Maybe, he shouldn’t have drank so much but fuck, he’d needed it to forget Maggie. He leaned down so his breath caressed her ear. “I’ll make it well worth your time.”
“Hmm. I don’t usually go anywhere, let alone to a private room, with a man I’ve just met.”
“You work here.” That was exactly what Ethan’s employees did.
She laughed. It was a tinkling, melodious sound that went straight to his balls and caused his dick, which had been sleeping, to wake up.
“I do but that doesn’t mean I have to accompany everyone who asks...or anyone who asks. Ethan made that very clear.”
“I understand that, but I never met anyone who turned down a handful of cash.” Except Maggie. It was just his luck to pick the one woman here who also wasn’t interested in his money. Someone must’ve put a curse on him.
“Now, you have.” She held out her hand. “Desiree.”
“Terry.” He shook her hand and ordered another drink. He’d put up with enough of Maggie’s crap he wasn’t about to do it with this young woman. “So, Desiree, this is how it’s going to work.” He stared at her. “I’m going to finish this drink and by the time I’m done, you’re either going to agree to go into a private room with me or I’m going to walk away and find someone who isn’t so particular.” He held up his glass. “Understand?”
“Absolutely.” She smiled and clinked her glass against his. “May I ask you some questions to help me decide?”
“Sure.” He couldn’t blame her. She’d want to know what he wanted but right now he wasn’t sure. Part of him wanted to fuck someone, anyone, to make him forget Maggie, but another part wanted to tie someone up and take out his frustrations on her. That settled it. Punishing someone when angry was never a good idea. “I’m a dom but I don’t want anything rough, not tonight.”
“Why is that?” She seemed genuinely interested.
A few people milled about nearby. “Can we go to the back? Same rules. I finish my drink and you decide to stay or go.” He looked around. “Too many ears around here.”
Her blue eyes sharpened as she studied him.
“I swear. I won’t touch you, unless you agree to stay.”
“Okay.”
He stood. “At least someone trusts me,” he muttered under his breath as he offered her his hand.
“Excuse me?” She put her hand in his.
“Nothing.” He led her across the room, his other hand on the small of her back. She was short and curvaceous but thinner than Maggie. Her ass wouldn’t be as soft. It wouldn’t cradle his dick as well. He took another gulp of his drink. He needed to get Maggie out of his fucking head.
CHAPTER 2: Maggie
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Maggie stared at the computer, wanting to cry. Her credit cards were paid off, thanks to the money that Terry had given her to watch the house. She should’ve known getting paid to live in her own home was too good to be true, especially when she was sent the first three month’s payments up front.
She dropped her head in her hands. She had no idea what she was going to do. She needed to earn more than she did as a hostess. The money from the sale of her house, which she still considered hers, wasn’t going to last long. She had to find an apartment. That meant she needed first and last month’s rent, plus deposit and a deposit on utilities. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm her fears. She could handle this. She’d figure something out.
Stay here and keep taking his money. It makes him happy. It makes you happy. She shoved that thought away. It wouldn’t make either of them happy in the long run. Plus, it was wrong. She was not sleeping with a man to keep the roof over her head and food on the table. Why? She’d done it for years with David. That was different. They were married. A team. This thing with Terry was a fling, just sex.
She went into the kitchen and pulled out one of the bottles of wine that Terry had brought over. She opened it and poured a hefty amount in a glass. She went back into the living room and sat down, staring at the computer again, hoping some money would magically appear or a great apartment would pop up for cheap—really, really cheap—but nothing magical happened. This wasn’t a fairy tale.
She smiled and took another sip. If it were, her prince charming wouldn’t be a sexy, foul-mouthed dom who liked to do wicked things to her. Her nipples hardened at the memories and a persistent throb beat between her legs. She could be tied to his bed right now.
She took another sip of the wine. On an empty stomach, it was making her feel good fast. Perhaps, she should call Terry and accept that she was going to have sex with him for money. She liked money. She liked having sex with him. She could work off what she owed him. Her mind spun trying to imagine what he’d want her to do to pay back that much money. Whatever it was, she was sure she’d enjoy it.
Her phone beeped and she grabbed it. It was a text from her kids, saying goodnight. She texted them back feeling like the worst mother in the world for being disappointed that it wasn’t Terry. She stared at the phone. He’d said to call when she was ready to apologize. She wasn’t but she could ask him to come over to talk. They’d end up doing a lot more than that, unless it really was over. He’d always called or stopped by after their other fights. Perhaps, he was done with her. She gulped down more wine. She didn’t want it to end. Not now. Maybe, never, but that wouldn’t happen. It’d end sooner or later and she’d be back in the same situation—no money and no way to earn it.
Still, it didn’t have to end right now. It wasn’t fair. She hadn’t known that the last time they’d been together was it. She’d ask him for one more night. Her stomach twisted. He might say no. She put the phone down. She couldn’t take the rejection.
She looked back at the computer but all she saw was Terry. His eyes dark with desire. His face hard with passion. His head between her legs, that dark hair an erotic contrast to her pale thighs. Those broad shoulders spreading her legs. She grabbed her phone. Rejection would be bad, but he might say yes.
CHAPTER 3: Terry
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Terry held the door and Desiree sauntered past him into the room. She had a nice ass but not as nice as Maggie’s. He gritted his teeth and followed her inside, closing the door behind him.
“Drink?” He walked to the bar.
“I take it, I get a little longer to decide?” She stared at his almost empty glass.
“Same. Until I finish my drink.” He grinned. “I may refill it as often as I like though.”
She laughed. “I’ll have a vodka rocks with lime, please.”
He nodded and poured the two drinks. He walked to a chair near the couch where she was sitting and handed her the glass. He sat, taking a sip of his own drink.
“So, back to my question.” She was relaxed on the couch in a pose that highlighted all her assets and she had a lot of them.
Her breasts were large and the shirt accentuated them well, showing a hint of cleavage and a little more when she bent forward. She was good at dressing for this job.
“What question was that?” He couldn’t remember. He barely remembered the trip to this room.
“Why nothing rough tonight?”
“How old are you?” She was so young, her body untarnished by age.
“Old enough.” She smiled. “You know Ethan wouldn’t hire anyone even close to eighteen.”
“What are you twenty-three?” That was the same age as his daughter.
“Twenty-five.”
“Hmm.” It was still so young.
“So, why nothing rough tonight?”
“Because I’m not in a very good mood.” That was the understatement of the century.
“So?”
“Never.” He leaned forward. “Ever. Go with a man for kinky sex when he’s pissed.”
“That’s good advice.” Her eyes sparkled.
“It is.” He leaned back. “And stay away from any dom who wants to play when he’s angry.” He let his eyes wander down her body.
“Why?” She took a sip of her drink, her tongue peeking out to clean her lips.
His dick pressed against his zipper. “Because a dom should always be in control of the scene and if he’s mad, he won’t be.”
“And why are you so upset tonight?” Again, she emphasized the word.
“A woman. Why else?” He frowned, staring into his drink. “You women prance around, shaking your asses and offering us heaven before slamming the door in our faces.” He hated women right now. His ex. Maggie. All of them.
“Ah. Unrequited love.”
“Not love.”
“Really? You didn’t seem like the type to get upset over just anyone.”
“I’m not but that doesn’t mean it’s love.”
“You care for her though.” She stood. “I’ll refresh our drinks.” She came back a moment later and bent to fill his glass, giving him an eyeful of her breasts.
They were firm and round and perfect. His hands itched to touch them. “Thanks.” He took a large gulp of his drink.
“What happened?” She put the bottle on the table and sat back down, taking a sip of her drink.
“With what?” His eyes locked on her red lips.
