Saving My Submission BN (10 page)

I started laughing so hard I almost dropped the
supplies. “I don’t want to think about it. It will scar me for life.”

“It already
has
me.” He shuddered and blanched.

After two more trips, the SUV had finally been
unloaded. By then, half a dozen subs from the club had arrived, bringing
balloons and a humongous penis sheet cake. I was excited when I discovered that
Julianna had brought several bolts of burgundy and cream fabric, and after
Trevor borrowed a couple ladders from Scotty, I began draping and tacking the
material from the rafters.

In between tasks, I snuck a couple more glances at my
cell phone, hoping for a text, but there was no communication from Joshua.
Inwardly chiding myself for behaving like an adolescent teen, I decided to
simply turn the damn thing off and be done with it, so I did… at least for a
little while.

Someone let out a squeal as a group of subs clustered
around Trevor while he hung a poster of a male fitness model on the wall.
Either he or Julianna had printed ‘
Pin The Junk
On The Dom
’ at the top of the image, and it was then that I noticed the
poor man’s cock had been photo shopped out of the picture. I could only imagine
what pictures had been designed to pin on the poster.
 

Laughter was plenty, and the submissive stories
swapped were educational, but with them the pangs of longing surfaced, along
with the memories of submission Joshua brought to life inside me. Rubbing my
palm over the phone in my pocket, I resisted the urge.

Savannah delegated duties while managing to
orchestrate the controlled chaos. While Trevor and a few of the subs hung
streamers, I slipped out to use the ladies’ room.

Once finished, I washed my hands and begrudgingly
turned on my phone to check for messages and frowned. Deciding to put the
device on vibrate, I shoved it back in my pocket before pulling open the door.

Scotty stood, leaning against the wall in the narrow
corridor, wearing a seductive grin. I yelped in surprise as a shot of
adrenaline spiked within.
  

“Sorry, gorgeous. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You did,” I gasped, placing a palm on my chest,
trying to steady my breathing.

“I just needed to know,” he murmured before stepping
forward. Extending his arm, Scotty placed his open hand on the wall, trapping
me in before leaning in close.

“Know what?” A wave of claustrophobia stilled the air
in my lungs.

“If you taste as good as you look,” he murmured.

Before I could duck beneath his arm and make an
escape, his lips latched onto mine.
Ewww
. No.
Tensing, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back.

“Scotty… I can’t do this,” I gasped as heat rose on my
cheeks. “I’m…”

“Whoa. Damn, Mellie, I…” he stammered, clearly
embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to come on like a horny schoolboy. I thought…”

“It’s not you, Scotty. It’s me. I’m not looking for…”

“Yeah, I can see that now. I’m sorry, Mellie. I
totally misread your body language the other night. Shit. My apologies.”

“No apology necessary, Scotty. I… it’s just that
things have changed.”

“Wow. That sure didn’t take long.” He issued a soft
chuckle, then lowered his arm. “But then, I’m not surprised. You’re a beautiful
woman. Who’s the lucky man?”

“Ah… it’s not important,” I stammered. “If you’ll
please excuse me, I need to get back.”

Scurrying away like a coward, I raced back toward the
party room. I’d never turned tail and run from a man in my life…well, all
except for Joshua—and Scotty now, too. Something was wrong… terribly wrong.

Dammit, Joshua. If
you’ve ruined me for other men, I’m going to hunt you down and cut off that
massive, amazing cock of yours. Shit, this can’t be happening to me. It just
can’t. Son of a bitch!

I raced back into the room, frazzled and panicked.
Savannah blinked as a look of worry swiftly fixed over her face.

Raising my palm in surrender, I shook my head. She
issued a heavy sigh, rolled her eyes and shrugged before plucking several tubes
of lube from one of the boxes.

Guilt sluiced through me. Aside from Davis Walker’s
crushing humiliation, I hadn’t kept many secrets from my sister. Yet over the
past twenty-four hours, I’d unintentionally walled her out from my emotions.

No more. After all you
two have been through, you can’t shut her out.

I decided that after the party, I would sit my sister
down and have a nice long heart-to-heart. Hopefully she would help me figure
out how I’d gotten so twisted up over a simple romp in the sack with a man I
barely knew. So why didn’t it feel simple? And where was the fallout of guilt
for my shameful behavior? When was that ugliness going to show up? Everything
after my encounter with Joshua felt wrong. Not in a bad way, but in a pull your
hair out and scream like a crazy woman sort of way. It was pointless to waste
my brain cells on a man I’d probably never hear from again.

A few hours later, the room looked festive and bright.
All the guests had arrived… all except
Leagh
. With
one last item on our to-do-list, Savannah struggled to lift the massive butt
plug out of the box before heaving it onto the table.

“The pièce de résistance, and centerpiece for our
guest of honor,” Sanna laughed with a sweep of her hand. “May I present: ‘
Monster Plug from Hell.
’”

The room fell utterly silent; seconds later screams of
laughter erupted as Trevor helped Sanna center the massive slab of latex on the
table. Julianna and I helped the other two slather the colossal plug with lube
then stood back and giggled as Trevor flipped the button on the penis strobe
veil and placed the tiara in front of the grotesque, glistening centerpiece. He
let out a shrill laugh as he pulled a two-foot sparkler from one of the boxes.

“May I have a drumroll, please?” he asked the laughing
crowd of subs.

Sanna, Julianna, and I started tapping our fingers on
the wooden table as Trevor took a bow, then slammed the metal end of the
sparkler into the top of the plug. Cheers and applause filled the room as
Trevor took another dramatic bow, cracking up with laughter. His giddiness was
contagious as even more laughter filled the room.

“Oh my god, they’re here!” A young black woman cried,
as a look of terror marred her beautiful features.

“They? What do you mean they, Ebony?” Julianna
frowned.

“Tony and
Leagh
and—oh hell,
I think all our
Doms
are here too,” Ebony choked with
a wide-eyed, worried expression.

“Fuck!
Errr
, I mean crap.
Hide that thing,” Trevor screeched, pointing to the gargantuan plug.

“Where? Where the fuck do you suggest I hide it?”
Savannah yelped.

“I don’t know,” Trevor wailed in panic.

“Well, I’m sure as hell not going to sit on it,” I
laughed. “Just light it and we’ll surprise them all.”

“Are you crazy?” Trevor shrieked. “If Daddy sees that…
oh, hell… I don’t want to wear diapers the rest of my life.”

“Get real,
Trev
. Drake would
never use that thing on you,” Sanna laughed.

“Now,” Julianna ordered in a loud whisper. “Light it
now,
Trev
.”

With shaky hands, he ignited the sparkler. It
flickered to life right as
Leagh
and Tony crossed the
threshold. She jumped when we called out ‘
surprise!
’
then her shocked expression quickly transformed into a look of pure delight as
a parade of
Doms
flowed in behind the couple.

Tony grinned and squeezed his bride-to-be as the
arriving party turned their attention on the sputtering sparks shooting from
the giant butt plug.

“Good god. Where the hell did you all find that?
Plugs-r-us?” Tony laughed.

“Don’t get any ideas, Master. That thing is not
getting anywhere
near
my parts,”
Leagh
laughed.

“Or mine either,” Trevor cried, casting a terrified
look at Drake.

“That’s just…holy mother of…” Mika murmured, gazing at
the shimmering centerpiece. “That thing’s scary as fuck.”

“I know,” Trevor howled, still pinning Drake with a fearful
gaze.

“What are you worried about, boy? I’d never use that
on you. The damn thing would kill you,” Drake laughed.

“Oh, thank, god.” Trevor exhaled a sigh of relief.

As the sparkler burned down, the hot embers landed on
the lube-covered plug, and without warning the whole damn thing burst into
flame. Black smoke rolled off the blazing plastic setting off a high-pitched
squeal from the smoke alarms.

“No. Oh, shit,” Savannah, cried. “Do something,
Trevor.”

“What the fuck do you want
me
to do?” Trevor cried.

“Watch your mouth, boy,” Drake thundered. “You better
hope to all that’s holy you didn’t have anything to do with this, or your ass
is mine.”

“But Master…” Trevor began.

“Everybody out,” Tony screamed. Gripping
Leagh’s
arm, he pulled her to the doorway. “Wait for me
outside, angel. I’ll be right there.”

“Don’t you dare make me a widow before the wedding…
Sir,” she scolded.

“Never
gonna
happen,” Tony
laughed, then kissed her hard. “And don’t talk to me in that tone, girl, or you
won’t like our wedding night.” With a firm swat on her ass, he sent
Leagh
on her way.

The other
Doms
gathered up
their subs and raced out the door. Only a handful of us remained trying to
decide how to put out the fire. The acrid smoke burned my lungs, but I refused
to leave Sanna’s side.

“Did you have a hand in this, boy?” Drake demanded.
His face clouded over like a wicked storm.

“It was an accident, Daddy. I swear.” Tears began to
well in Trevor’s eyes as he flitted his gaze between the flickering plug and
his pissed-off Master.

“We need a fire extinguisher,” Julianna yelled over
the bleating alarms. “We’ve got to put this thing out before it ruins the whole
party.”

Scotty tore into the room, wide-eyed and mouth agape.
“What the fuck did you do back here?”

“Get an extinguisher,” Nick barked.

With a panicked stutter step, Scotty bolted back out
of the room.

“Grab an edge, guys. Let’s try and snuff this sucker
out,” Tony instructed, pinching a corner of the tablecloth in his fingers.

Drake, Dylan, Nick, and Mika lifted the linen, but
once the fabric came in contact with the lube, it ignited the cloth like a
match to kindling. Forced to stop their efforts, they dropped the fabric and
stepped back.

“Was there alcohol in that lube?” Mika thundered.

“I… I don’t know, Master.” Julianna cringed. Digging
through one of the boxes, she lifted out an empty container of lube. Coughing,
she scanned the ingredients. “You’ve got to be shitting me. What idiot puts
alcohol in lube?”

“You’ve earned ten swats with the rubber paddle for
your language, girl.” Mika glared.

Julianna coughed again and frowned. I suspected the
rubber paddle wasn’t pleasant.

Scotty burst back through the doorway carrying a big,
red fire extinguisher. Breaking the seal, he aimed the rubber nozzle on the
flaming plug, spraying thick white foam over the bubbling goo. But it wasn’t
enough to put the fire out. The flames continued to dance, higher than before,
in a macabre dance. The biting stench of burning rubber permeated the room,
making it hard for all of us to breathe.

“We’ve got to get out of here,” Dylan hollered,
pointing toward the door.

In the distance the sound of sirens grew louder as
Julianna grabbed the cake off the gift table. Trevor peeled the poster from the
wall as he and Drake snagged up several of
Leagh’s
gifts. Following their lead, the rest of us plucked up the presents before
racing out the door.

Savannah, Julianna, Trevor, and I made our way
outside, coughing and wiping our eyes.

“We’re up shit creek without any paddles,” Trevor
whispered in a nervous hiss. “Hell, we don’t even have a fucking boat.”

“Come on,
Trev
. It’s not
that bad. It was an accident.” I tried to reassure him. “They’re not going to
punish you guys for an accident.”

“Yes, they are,” Trevor, Julianna, and Savannah chimed
in together.

“Have I mentioned that I fucking hate rice?” Sanna
groused.

“You’re going to hate eating soap just as much,
kitten,” Dylan barked from behind us.

She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned at being
busted.

“Hurry it up, you four. We’ve all breathed enough of
this shit into our lungs. Get your butts outside for some fresh air,” Nick
ordered.

His tone was firm, but he sounded more concerned about
our health than taking us over his knee. Even in all the chaos and destruction
of the party, I couldn’t stop envisioning myself poised over Joshua’s knee
while his big, broad hand slapped my ass.

You just won’t give it
up, will you? Dream all you want, but it’s never going to happen.

Once outside, Julianna opened the back of the Escalade
and we filled it with
Leagh’s
presents and cake. The
fire department pulled up and several men rushed inside the building as I stood
with Sanna and the subs huddled in a circle.

Several firemen paraded back out of the building
unable to hide their smiles… some were even outright laughing. As a couple of
them passed by us on their way to the pumper truck I caught a snippet of their
conversation.

“I’ve been on a lot of calls, but I’ve never been to
the scene of a raging butt plug inferno before.” One man chuckled as he
unbuttoned his long yellow coat.