13. Submissive
NICO
The night before, I accompanied Roxy to her apartment to help her pack a week’s worth of clothing for my house. We couldn’t move all of her belongings over just yet, as she still had a month left on her lease. She explained it would take her that long to sort through her possessions and get rid of anything she no longer wanted.
Cuddling all night until we got out of the bed the next day was foreign to me, but I liked it. Her presence in my home felt surprisingly natural, as if it was always meant to be this way. I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Roxy humming in the kitchen; two things I never thought I’d encounter.
The sight of her standing there in my oversized shirt, her hair tousled from sleep, made something swell inside me. It was a feeling I had long buried, a feeling I was realizing I couldn’t ignore any longer. Sadly, I had to leave for the day to accompany Ian to the warehouses, but I told her to make herself at home while I was gone. It wouldn’t be until we both got to work that I saw her again.
For now, we continued to drive to the club separately. My job required me to be there much earlier than hers, and I also remained on call for the Knight family at all times. Luckily, Roxy understood my commitments and knew that I may have to disappear at any moment if they needed me.
Tonight, I was late getting down to Luxe. We’d had unwanted visitors in the club again and a lot of shit had been going down, so it was important I remained on watch. Once I got the all clear from Ian and Luke, I made quick rounds around Euphoria before heading into Luxe to check on Roxy.
When I stepped through the black door and rounded the corner into the bar, I didn’t see her. The neon lights flickered and danced, casting shadows over the sleek decor in the dark bar area. But amongst all of it, Roxy’s bright hair was nowhere to be seen. I scanned the room, my eyes darting from corner to corner, checking my watch for any missed messages from her. But there were none.
Macey darted past, her tray empty and her pace frantic. I reached out and grabbed her arm, bringing her to a halt. She spun around to face me, her eyes wide.
“Have you seen Roxy?” In the year Macy had been working for Luxe, I’d only nodded at her in passing, and only spoke to her once before tonight.
She shook her head, casting a quick glance over her shoulder before returning her attention to me. “Haven’t seen her all damn night and we could really use her help. If you see her, tell her, please?”
I responded with a single, hesitant nod. “Sure,” I said, trying to hide the worry that filled me as she sped away.
My heart pounded as I considered the potential threat posed by our rivals, who had been too preoccupied with Giovanna, Tyler, and Declan to notice Roxy. Would they make her a target in their twisted game as well? It wouldn’t surprise me, but for now, she seemed safe from their radar.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.
Maybe she’d gone to our room, waiting for me. Panic surged through me, and I made my way down the hall, swiping my keycard. I pushed open the door, revealing an empty room. A sense of dread crept up my spine as I searched every corner for any sign of her in every room of the deserted hallway.
Groaning in frustration, I turned on my heels, marching toward the bar area once again. I got ready to make a beeline back into Euphoria, but Giovanna entered on my way out and I took a step back.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her concern expression matching mine.
“I’m looking for Roxy,” I snapped, unable to hide the fear in my voice.
Annalise overheard our conversation. She leaned in, her voice barely audible over the noise. “She’s been in the Dungeon since she got here,” she revealed with a wide grin.
Giovanna playfully squeezed my bicep, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Looks like someone figured out their sexuality,” she giggled before swaying off toward the office she shared with Tyler.
A wave of emotions surged through me; a mixture of anger and confusion. The image of Roxy, alone in that room at the end of the hallway, filled me with dread. I knew the men and women inside would tear her apart without hesitation. A gnawing feeling tugged at my mind, wondering why she had even entered that room unless one of the members had lured her in.
Determined to protect my girlfriend, I stormed down the long hallway, not caring as I bumped into the bouncer’s solid frame in my haste. Bursting into the room, I came to an abrupt stop.
My eyes immediately landed on her figure. She was near the center of the crowded room, on her knees with her palms facing up as she gazed down at the floor. Her hair was intricately braided into two pigtails that fell over her shoulders, framing her delicate features. Her attire drove me wild - a little black sheer outfit that hugged her curves and accentuated every inch of her body. It was the first outfit I ever openly complimented when she wore it in Euphoria, and it still made my heart pound every time I saw her in it.
The crowded room pulsed with bodies writhing against each other, lost in the heat and rhythm of the music. Some were having sex, some were only dancing. Others were watching while getting themselves off.
I made my way toward her, navigating through the sea of mostly naked members until I was close enough to stoop and place my fingers under her chin. She met my gaze, and for a moment, it was as if no one else existed in that room.
“Why were your eyes to the floor?” I asked.
“I only look in your eyes, sir,” she replied, her voice void of any hint of amusement. The playful Roxy I had known was gone and replaced by a submissive who had been expertly trained.
With a small nod of approval, I extended my hand, and she placed her palm on mine. Her skin was soft and warm against my own, and I could feel the subtle tremble in her fingers. My grip tightened, a silent reassurance that I was pleased with her response.
With a gentle hand on her back, I steered her toward the familiar empty chair. She turned away, anticipating our usual routine, but I stopped her. Confusion furrowed her brow as she tilted her head, questioning me.
“For now,” I whispered with my lips pressed to her ear, “I want you to keep your eyes only on me.”
“Anything you want, sir,” she cooed. “I want to please you.”
As she straddled my lap on the armchair, her knees hugged my hips. Without hesitation, I reached for the back of her head and brought her lips to mine, igniting a fiery and passionate kiss. My other hand ventured between us, teasing and pinching at her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. With each touch, she let out a soft moan, pressing herself harder into me. Our bodies moved in sync as she ground against my already hardening shaft, sending waves of pleasure through me.
The room was full of music and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts of pleasure, and the occasional moan of discomfort. It all quickly faded into the background once again as she snaked her arms around my shoulders, digging her nails into the back of my neck. Reluctantly, I pulled away, and she looked back over her shoulder at the woman chained to one of the Saint Andrew’s crosses, who was screaming through her powerful orgasm.
“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice low and gravelly. Her eyes locked onto mine, her green irises darkening with a hunger that mirrored my own. “On your knees in front of me and take out my cock.”
She quirked a brow, before responding, “Yes, sir.” Backing off my lap, she kneeled between my legs, unfastened my belt and slacks, taking my cock out. Never breaking her gaze from mine, she stroked my hard shaft up and down. “I love how fucking hot you look sitting here with your huge dick out on display for everyone to see what’s mine, sir,” she commented with a mischievous smile.
“Suck it, baby girl,” I ordered. “Show them it belongs to only you.”
Never averting her gaze, she lowered her head, wrapping her lips around my tip. I let out a low groan. The sensation of her tongue dancing around my head, teasing, and licking, sent waves of insanity flowing through me. As she moved her head back and forth, taking me deeper into her mouth, my hands gripped the arms of the chair. My knuckles turned white as I fought to keep my composure.
“Deeper, baby,” I urged.
The feeling of her warm, wet mouth engulfing my dick, and the sight of her swaying hips while she did so, was a sight to behold. Watching her suck me while being aware the room was observing her made me insane. She gagged, her tongue danced around underneath my shaft. Her own moans grew louder, and her hair became disheveled as I ran my fingers through it, pulling her hard onto my cock. The sight of her eyes locked onto mine, intensified that moment.
“That’s it, baby,” I praised her. “Give them a show and make them jealous.” My gaze flickered to a woman next to us, her eyes fixated on Roxy’s mouth as she took a dick from behind. I quickly turned my attention back to my girlfriend. She was the only person in the room I gave a damn about, but I loved that everyone’s attention was drawn to her. It made me proud.
Suddenly, her magical tongue almost caused me to lose control again, and I squeezed her hair, yanking her off my cock. She let out a gasp. I heaved her onto my lap again, her legs on either side of mine, so she was straddling me once again.
I slipped my hand under her as she hovered her pussy above my lap. Stroking her slit up and down, I teased her dripping wet entrance. “Please, sir, can I have your perfect cock deep inside my little tight cunt?” She pouted.
I stroked her pussy harder, making sure I teased her clit with my knuckle. She held my shoulders, rocking her hips back and forth on my hand as she stared deep into my eyes. “Does my pussy drive you insane, sir?” she growled like a hungry vixen. “Do you want to fuck my pussy in front of these people and show them who I belong to, sir?”
“Fuck,” I exhaled, “you’re going to cum for me now?” I slid two fingers up inside her.
She nodded, letting out a loud moan while hissing, “Yesss, right there, sir, please finger fuck my cunt while they watch.”
“Good girl.” My fingers moved in and out of her, my thrusts becoming erratic. “Cum for me.”
As I watched her eyes roll back in ecstasy, I knew that this very moment was all she ever wanted. And so I gave it to her, all of it, and more. She sprayed my pants and though I’d have to change clothes before getting back to work, I didn’t give a shit. She was wild, and I loved every minute.
I lifted her off my lap and turned her around, putting her on her knees in the chair facing the wall. Ripping her thin thong off her body, I shoved them into my pocket and lifted her little dress. I wanted to show the room how perfectly pink and wet her pussy was. I pulled it open, displaying her for the members. Pushing her legs further apart, I slapped her ass, leaving a red mark that glowed brightly. The sound was loud enough to draw more attention to us. I gave her ass a hard smack on the other cheek before lining my cock up with her entrance.
“Look back at me, baby girl,” I ordered and slammed my cock deep and hard into her the minute she turned to look at me over her shoulder.
She let out a loud cry as I sank deep into her, hitting her cervix hard. The sounds we made filled the room, and her voice grew louder with every plunge of my cock. I slapped her ass cheeks each twice more.
As I thrust into her, her walls tightened and pulsed around me, signaling her impending orgasm. With a knowing grin, I pulled out just in time, causing her to let out a frustrated groan. Scooping her up easily, I settled back in the chair and guided her onto my lap once more.
Placing my lips next to her ear, I growled, “Make me cum.”
Roxy’s sex vise gripped my shaft as she rode me fast and hard. “You feel so fucking good, sir.”
I reached a hand between us, massaging her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Play with your perfect tits, baby.”
Continuing to move her hips and bouncing, she grabbed onto her breasts, squeezing them and tweaking her little hardened nipples. She wobbled, and I moved my hands to her hips, helping guide her back and forth fast and hard.
“Hold my shoulders,” I ordered. “I want to watch your tits bounce now.”
She obeyed, and I watched her chest bounce, glistening with her sweat. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I groaned, my voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies coming together, the other people fucking furiously in the room, and the music blaring overhead.
Noticing the strain in my voice, she smiled wickedly, knowing she was close to getting what she wanted. Leaning toward me, she whimpered innocently in my ear, “Cum for me, sir. Cum inside me and mark me as yours in front of everyone. Make them understand who the fuck this pussy belongs to.”
Feeling her tight walls gripping me and her words like a knife, I thrust up harder into her and pulled her down hard on me over and over as I moved her back and forth. Each stroke took me closer to the edge.
“I’m going to cum inside, my little slut,” I growled.
On cue, she and I both released, and I spilled my cum deep inside her just as she squirted all over me again. The room was filled with the potent scent of sex and our ragged breaths mixed. As our bodies calmed, I carefully eased her off my lap and onto the floor. Her legs were shaky, and her knees buckled, but she remained upright. I held onto her for support as she swayed, our combined fluids trickling out of her.
Offering her a silent nod, she leaned forward, taking my cock in her mouth, cleaning me in front of everyone before tucking me away and fastening my pants and belt again. I stood, taking her hand in mine, leading her out of the room into the main hallway.
“Now you can feel me dripping out of you for the rest of the night,” I muttered when we were alone.
Nico , Ian’s voice came through into my earpiece. I need you.
On my way , I responded.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to Roxy’s in a passionate kiss before pulling away with my hand resting on her lower back. “That was incredible.”
Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was tousled, but she looked stunning in the dim purple and green lights of the hallway. I couldn’t resist tilting in for one more brief kiss before pulling away.
“See you after work?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her face as I hovered over her.
“Yes, sir,” she beamed. “Thank you for making that fantasy come true.”
“It’s only the beginning, darling,” With a wicked smirk, I leaned down and playfully swatted her backside before striding away toward the Euphoria executive lobby. Training Roxy was never about having to control her. It was always about helping her find both her confidence and her voice and letting her unleash them. I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.