Page 23 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)

The air is different, lighter, more relaxed as I pull out Millie’s stool for her at the bar, smiling at how the green sequins, that match her eyes, on her dress shimmer under the bar’s lighting.

“Welcome back you two.” Max says from his place behind the bar, his hands holding his customary white terry towel as he wipes down glasses and puts them away. “How are you doing my dear?” He asks Millie, setting down his work to take her hands in his, kissing her knuckles softly.

“I’m good Max. Thank you.” She says, her cheeks blushing, her memories most likely filled with the images of him cleaning her gently and fixing her wounds while she was naked and laid out before him.

She’s not shy, in fact she likes to be watched when fucked. But to have someone you see as a friend see you that way is a huge difference.

Reading her mind he gives her a wink and leans in, whispering to her. “I didn’t see or do anything. Nothing happened for you to thank me for.”

“Thank you anyways.”

“For your drink? Absolutely.” He says with a broad smile and slides a wine glass in front of her. “White tonight?”

“Whatever you wanna serve me, Max.” She laughs daintily and I can’t help but think about the carnal noises she made hours ago while impaled on my cock.

“You two playing tonight? Or just drinking?”

“Oh, we’re playing.” I say, wrapping my arm around her and puling her into my side. “In a viewing room.”

“Enjoy.” Max says, then quietly walks away to tend to others that eagerly await his skills.

I give him a salute as he looks back at me, and he nods.

Our relationship is no longer just patron and bar keep.

He’s a friend, someone I now trust, and someone who was there for me when I needed help, which isn’t very often.

That bond is irreplaceable, and I know he’s always going to have my back now, just as I have his.

Turning to Millie, watching her sip her glass of wine, I kiss her cheek softly. “You sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely.”

“That’s my good girl. I love it, and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“It’s my turn for a surprise.” I tell her, tapping the pocket of my leather pants and the little box that sits snuggly inside it.

“I hate surprises.” She says, rolling her eyes, taking a big gulp of her wine.

“You’ll love this one. I promise. Ready?”

“Let’s do this.”

Taking her hand in mine I help her off her stool, letting her steady herself on her strappy high heels before leading her away from the bar.

I take notice of how the men look at her with a new found wanting, and the ladies eye her up with jealousy.

It’s humorous, and it should create a good experience for her in the public view playroom we’re heading to.

The only open one is the one where she laid down on the bed, bleeding, and Max sewed her up, and when I expect hesitation from her to enter the room, she surprises me and walks in with her head held high and a smile on her beautiful face.

People come to the window before we even have the door closed, waiting for the show they are all curious about.

No one has ever seen me play with someone I’m actually with, because I’ve never been with anyone before.

It was always just whoever was available and wanting to play.

But this is different, and they all know it.

The word has gotten around the club of what happened, and I can see the expectations on their faces as they look in and watch us.

“You good?” I ask Millie, pulling her to me in the middle of the room, making her lean against my chest so I can speak to her quietly.

“Yes. Sir.”

“Adrian, until we start. I need to make sure you’re okay with this.”

“I want it.”

“Okay, but something will make me feel better before we start.” I say, kissing her forehead and getting down on my knees in front of her, holding her hands in one of mine.

“What are you doing?” She asks, trying to pull her hands away from my hold.

“Millie, bunny, kitten, whatever you want me to call you. I know you love me, and I love you. I’m not the most traditional man, but I want you forever.” I pause and dig into my pocket with my free hand and pull out the little velvet box.

“Oh Adrian.” She gasps as I open the red box, the hinges creaking as it opens, and she sees what’s inside.” “You got me a…”

“Millie, will you be my submissive, solely mine, and forever?” I ask her, lifting the dainty little collar from the box, holding it up for her to see.

Unlike the piece of shit Tyler had around her neck, it’s a stunning platinum choker with three strands encrusted with diamonds.

Dropping from the front is a single emerald set into a ring that’s perfect for the clasp of the matching leash that is currently at home on her pillow, waiting for our arrival home.

Home…Mmmm yeah.

The lights in the room shine off the piece, making it glow in my hands, and she shakily reaches out and touches it when I let her hands go.

“It’s beautiful. Yes. I want you to be my Sir, my Daddy, my Adrian forever.”

Rising up to my feet quickly, I wrap her in my arms, crushing her to my chest, smooshing her face against me until she’s laughing that she can’t breathe.

“Adrian! Let me go, I can’t breathe. Seriously!”

“Okay fine.” I say, letting her go and crashing my mouth onto hers. “That’s the last time you get to tell me what to do.”

Most of the people out in the hall with their faces plastered to the window clap for us, and a few women walk away looking scorned.

Good riddance.

“Now Bunny, you see that sawhorse over there? Like the one Tyler had you bent over?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I want you bent over it, ass in the air, legs spread, cunt on view for me and all your spectators. Do you understand?” I say to her as I clasp the beautiful collar on her slender neck.

“I do, Sir.” She says, reaching up and fingering the gem that gently brushes her collarbones when she moves her head, then unsnapping the halter top of her dress, letting it fall at her feet, leaving her gloriously nude.

“That’s my good girl, undressing for me without being told. Go on, bend that sweet ass over the bench and hold onto the legs of it, feet shoulder width apart.”

As she scampers to the restraint bench, I kick off my shoes, pull off my socks, and strip off my shirt, leaving me bare chested in my tight leather pants.

Gasps come from the hallway from both men and women, because they know what’s coming.

They have seen when I wear this, what I’m capable of and they want the show.

She’s the most perfect sight, her body bent over the sawhorse, her ass in the air just waiting to be caned, and as I admire the view myself, I walk over to the rack of implements and select the thin bamboo whip that Tyler once used on her.

In my hands though, the pain she’ll feel will be sublime, and nothing to be scared of.

Binding her to the bench with small leather straps, I rub her skin with my palms, prepping her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “You ready my baby?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to cane you, hard.”

“I know, Sir.”

“And you’re going to love it.”

“I already do, Sir.”

“You’re going to beg to cum from it.”

“I will, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

With a whistling sound the cane cuts through the air and it smacks my palm so I can feel the intensity of it, and it does hurt, a lot.

“I love you.” I say, bringing it down on her ass with a loud crack.

“Owww.” She cries out, her knees buckling, but the restraints hold her in place, keep her legs open, and don’t allow her to retreat away from the whipping she’s about to get.

I bring it down on her again and again, feeling my cock grow in my leathers, and watching her ass become red and angry just above her dripping wet cunt that looks like it’s breathing with how desperate it is to be filled.

She screams, her hands balling into fists and opening again, being able to hold onto nothing. It’s stunning, and when she cries out like an injured animal I twitch in my pants, as I’m sure all the men in the hall are too.

“That’s it kitten, again for me.” I groan as I lift the thin bamboo cane above my head one more time.

The sounds out of her agape mouth are the most beautiful things you could ever imagine.

They just roll out of her all breathy and deep as I mark her over and over again with my barely restrained, yet loving violence.

I've waited so long for this. I’ve watched her, fawned over her, rescued her, and now as she screams my name in pleasure and pain, I know that she’s mine for good.

I knew when I saw her standing there alone in the alley, looking through my trash, that I would own her.

It didn't take long, and she didn't take a lot of convincing.

The only problem was the other man in the way.

But I've dealt with him, and he'll no longer be an issue.

At least I hope not. I mean, can dead men really cause that much of a problem?

“God, you're doing so good, baby girl. Look at you. So perfect. Cry for me. Let Daddy hear it.” I say to her as I bend down, grabbing her cheeks in my hand, squishing them in so they press on her teeth, making her look at me, forcing her emerald eyes to meet mine so I can see the tears running from the corners of them.

Drool runs from her mouth in a little stream that I brush away with my thumb.

Her fingers twitch and wiggle as she fights against the binds around her wrists. It's stunning the way the leather straps press into her ivory skin, making it all pink and pretty.

“Please, Sir. Please let me cum for you.” She begs me, arching her back over the crude bench, shoving her round ass up higher in the air, like a fucking bitch in heat.

“In due time, baby. Don't worry, I’ve got you.” I reassure her, giving her face a little shake in my hand before I pet her sleek, chocolate hair.

“Oh God I need it. Please Sir, please.”

“You really are such a very good girl. They're so happy with you, just like Daddy is. Do you like them watching, kitten?” I ask her, turning her head to look out the window of the playroom so she can see all of the faces looking in.

The crowd gathered is watching as I abuse her, just the way she likes it.

I like it too. In fact I love the way she performs for an audience.

It’s something I’ve always wanted in a submissive, and she plays the part oh so fucking well.

So well that my cock is painfully hard in my leather pants, pressing against the zipper hard enough to break it.

I’m going to need to fuck her soon, to make her take me as hard as I give it to her, to break her so that the onlookers get their voyeuristic fill.

She’s going to cum all over me as I take everything she has left from her in front of them all.

I’ve already taken her body and her heart, now the rest of her, including her future is mine. For good.

“You may cum for me now.” I whisper in her ear as I lean over her back, dropping the cane at her feet, shoving my fingers in her sopping wet cunt. “I need you all raw and ready for my cock.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She cries out, her body bucking, her legs shaking, her weight leaning completely on the wooden sawhorse as she falls apart like the perfect little cum slut she is.

“Mine.” I purr to her, licking up her cheek, tasting the saltiness of her tears. “All mine.”