Sexed Into Submission Read Online Free
Author: Julie Bailes
complexion. Behind Cassies’s back, I asked the doctors for a paternity test. Since Cassie and I were married, and I signed the birth certificate, I didn’t need her approval or signature to have the test.
Three days later, we were sitting on the couch feeding Cadence when my cell rang. Realizing it was an unknown number, I stepped outside to take the call. Sure enough, Cadence wasn’t my son. I had never cried in my life, not even at my sister’s funeral. But the day I found out Cadence wasn’t my blood; I fell to my knees and sobbed. For months, that little guy was my only concern. Before he took his first breath, he was my life.
I hated to walk away from my little man, but he wasn’t my son . When Cadence went down for a nap, I confronted that manipulating, cheating whore, Cassianna. “Terminado,” I hissed.
Her eyes went wide with shock. “Done? Done with what?” she questioned, her eyes filling with tears.
“Done with you, living this lie.” I pushed past her and went into our room to pack all my belongings.
“What lie, Ryder?”
I decided to take only a few things so I could get the hell away from her before I did something I might have regretted. I’ve never thought about striking a woman out of rage, I only give pain consensually and pleasurable, but her betrayal and playing stupid tempted me.
“He isn’t mine, Cassianna! Cadence isn’t my son.” Her jaw dropped as reality bitch-smacked her in the face. “Explicame, en este momento! Explain why you led me to believe he was my child you were carrying. What? You didn’t think I would notice he’s ten shades darker than he should be? That he has not a single feature of mine?” She just stood, dumbfounded and lost for words. “I left money in the bank for Cadence, not for you. Every fucking penny spent better be for him, only him. Don’t call me. Don’t reach out to me in any motherfucking way. I’ll have my lawyer draw up the divorce papers and begin the process of taking me off Cadence’s birth certificate.” With that, I picked up my shit and drove away. It’s been eight months since I left, and I haven’t heard a peep out of Cassie, until recently.
When I called Dean and told him what a conniving bitch Cassianna was, he eagerly offered me to become COO of his company and persuaded me to leave Indiana and come to Miami. Mostly, I’ve been working from home, going over member applications and making sure memberships are being paid. Over the last two weeks, I’ve been in and out of the club evaluating and meeting our girls. Last night, Dean demanded I come in and see his star performer, Piper. He’s gone on about how hypnotizing her moves are, how she brings in more money on her three nights a week than all the other girls combined for one week. After the show she gave me, I know why. She has the body of a goddess, perfectly sculpted. And her eyes, those magnificent fucking eyes, see right through me, baring my dark soul for her to see.
At first, I planned to watch from a distance, but when I saw the silhouette of her flawless curves, I had to get closer to her. When the lights shined and illuminated her long, blonde hair, and supernatural blue eyes, my dick went from a slight chub to a full hard-on faster than jets fly. Now, I can’t get her out of my damn head. I long to fuck her, and to flog the skin off her glorious ass for turning me on without permission, invading my dreams and taking control, and making me want her so goddamn much. No one has affected me so quickly, fucking nobody.
Restless and unable to fall back asleep, I dress for the gym and shoot Dean a text, telling him to meet me in twenty minutes. If I have to lift weights all day and tear my muscles to keep Piper from consuming my mind, dammit, that’s what I’ll do. I don’t lose control. I crave no one, and I refuse to let Piper be the exception.
Three
Piper
My alarm sounds too early for my liking. Thanks to that delicious son of
Three days later, we were sitting on the couch feeding Cadence when my cell rang. Realizing it was an unknown number, I stepped outside to take the call. Sure enough, Cadence wasn’t my son. I had never cried in my life, not even at my sister’s funeral. But the day I found out Cadence wasn’t my blood; I fell to my knees and sobbed. For months, that little guy was my only concern. Before he took his first breath, he was my life.
I hated to walk away from my little man, but he wasn’t my son . When Cadence went down for a nap, I confronted that manipulating, cheating whore, Cassianna. “Terminado,” I hissed.
Her eyes went wide with shock. “Done? Done with what?” she questioned, her eyes filling with tears.
“Done with you, living this lie.” I pushed past her and went into our room to pack all my belongings.
“What lie, Ryder?”
I decided to take only a few things so I could get the hell away from her before I did something I might have regretted. I’ve never thought about striking a woman out of rage, I only give pain consensually and pleasurable, but her betrayal and playing stupid tempted me.
“He isn’t mine, Cassianna! Cadence isn’t my son.” Her jaw dropped as reality bitch-smacked her in the face. “Explicame, en este momento! Explain why you led me to believe he was my child you were carrying. What? You didn’t think I would notice he’s ten shades darker than he should be? That he has not a single feature of mine?” She just stood, dumbfounded and lost for words. “I left money in the bank for Cadence, not for you. Every fucking penny spent better be for him, only him. Don’t call me. Don’t reach out to me in any motherfucking way. I’ll have my lawyer draw up the divorce papers and begin the process of taking me off Cadence’s birth certificate.” With that, I picked up my shit and drove away. It’s been eight months since I left, and I haven’t heard a peep out of Cassie, until recently.
When I called Dean and told him what a conniving bitch Cassianna was, he eagerly offered me to become COO of his company and persuaded me to leave Indiana and come to Miami. Mostly, I’ve been working from home, going over member applications and making sure memberships are being paid. Over the last two weeks, I’ve been in and out of the club evaluating and meeting our girls. Last night, Dean demanded I come in and see his star performer, Piper. He’s gone on about how hypnotizing her moves are, how she brings in more money on her three nights a week than all the other girls combined for one week. After the show she gave me, I know why. She has the body of a goddess, perfectly sculpted. And her eyes, those magnificent fucking eyes, see right through me, baring my dark soul for her to see.
At first, I planned to watch from a distance, but when I saw the silhouette of her flawless curves, I had to get closer to her. When the lights shined and illuminated her long, blonde hair, and supernatural blue eyes, my dick went from a slight chub to a full hard-on faster than jets fly. Now, I can’t get her out of my damn head. I long to fuck her, and to flog the skin off her glorious ass for turning me on without permission, invading my dreams and taking control, and making me want her so goddamn much. No one has affected me so quickly, fucking nobody.
Restless and unable to fall back asleep, I dress for the gym and shoot Dean a text, telling him to meet me in twenty minutes. If I have to lift weights all day and tear my muscles to keep Piper from consuming my mind, dammit, that’s what I’ll do. I don’t lose control. I crave no one, and I refuse to let Piper be the exception.
Three
Piper
My alarm sounds too early for my liking. Thanks to that delicious son of
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