DEMANDED SUBMISSION

  PIPER STONE

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Afterword

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  Stone, Piper

  Demanded Submission

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  CHAPTER 1

  Alexandra

  “I hate Miami!”

  With my head sticking out the window of my car, screaming at the top of my lungs, even in traffic people probably thought I was nuts. What I’d learned from being in the overcrowded, oversexed, and over-opinionated city was that everyone was a little crazy. They had to be to put up with the nasty, horrible people who lived here.

  Huffing, I thumped back in my seat, honking on my horn like at least ten other drivers were doing. Although we weren’t going anywhere quickly. Even the timing of the traffic lights made life miserable. Okay, I’d had the worst week of my life, so I was obviously jaded, but after the last job interview, I was fed up with assholes who thought they were all that and a bag of chips.

  I’d been forced to parade around in front of four men in the required cocktail uniform, pretending to serve them drinks. The entire time they’d studied my ass, not my ability as a cocktail waitress. No. They’d ogled my ass with their tongues hanging out. And who the hell forced their waitresses to wear five-inch heels? Hissing, as the traffic started moving again, I had an instinct to slam my foot on the accelerator, stopping myself at the last second.

  Adding a wreck to the toxic mixture of events certainly wouldn’t put me in a better mood. At this point, only a bottle of red wine and a pint of chocolate ice cream would. Pint? Try a gallon. When the traffic came to another screeching halt four car lengths from where I’d been, steam was rolling from my ears. At least I was first in line at the obligatory traffic light. I could zoom out with glee, maybe making it through the next light before it turned red.

  I tapped my index finger on the steering wheel, remembering the last nasty barb I’d heard after finishing my walk of shame.

  “Honey, you have the coordination of a moose. Maybe you should consider another profession.”

  At least the backhanded comment wasn’t as embarrassing as my ass being compared to two gigantic pumpkins stuck together. I should sue the bastards for sexual harassment. Yeah, that would work. With the three hundred and forty-two dollars I had in my dwindling bank account, I could only imagine the attorney I’d manage to hire.

  So I wasn’t a skinny-minny like more than half the women in the city. So what? I had healthy curves, a place for a man to grab onto while he fucked my brains out. How would I know? I couldn’t remember the first, only, and last time I’d had sex. I shuddered even thinking about the fumbling turkey I’d allowed to take my virginity.

  Nine interviews and not one bite. At this rate, I’d be forced to go home to Montana with my tail between my legs and I refused to do that. Thank God, I was living with my cousin for the foreseeable future. I wouldn’t get very far living on the streets.

  Huffing, when the light turned green, I became a driver in the Indy 500, peeling out with just enough oomph my tires squealed. I’d never had one of those life-altering moments when time barely crawled, allowing you to see danger heading your way. I did at that moment, glancing quickly to the right before some asshole plowed through the intersection.

  My entire world jerked to a halt, the sound of shattering glass all I heard. As my car was spun three hundred and sixty degrees, my mind spiraled to the silliness of why I was laughing. When the hunk of metal came to a solid jerking halt, I gasped for air, amazed my poor ole clunker of a car had survived the impact. The slow motion continued as I looked toward the other vehicle involved. All I could see was a stunning red sports car shimmering in the late afternoon sun, the guy sitting behind the wheel dressed like a movie star.

  Or a gangster. It was tough to tell the difference in the city.

  “Great. I bet he has fantastic insurance.” After taking a deep breath and checking myself, I realized I couldn’t go off on the asshole like I wanted to. Oh, hell, yes, I would. He caused the accident. An adrenaline rush jetted into my veins, anger placing a close second. I opened the door, determined to give him a piece of my mind. When my car suddenly jerked, I threw my head over my shoulder.

  Hold. The. Fuck. On.

  The asshole had backed up. Now he was turning his wheel. Wait a minute. Was the ass-wipe really going to flee the scene? Oh, no, he was not. Without thinking clearly, I barged into the intersection, positioned with my legs spread wide open and my arm thrown out, palm up. The bastard was going nowhere.

  Yet he kept driving.

  He was coming closer.

  Traffic wasn’t moving to allow him to get through.

  There was only one way to go.

  Directly through me.

  Fuck that. I refused to play games, glaring at his cracked windshield.

  The second I smiled in my bitchy little way, I knew I’d made a mistake. The dude behind the wheel had no intentions of stopping. And I was suddenly frozen on the spot.

  Whoosh!

  I expected pain tearing through me like a blasting furnace as my mangled body was slammed onto the pavement.

  Instead, I felt the warmth of a hard body pressed against mine, my feet lifted off the ground until it almost seemed as if I was flying. If this was what heaven felt like, I was all in.

  All I could hear at first was the rapid thudding of my heart. Was this the angel sent to guide me through heaven? Then I could swear people were clapping. What? Maybe I wasn’t in heaven after all.

  That’s when I realized two important things. One, I wasn’t dead. And two, I’d been whisked off my feet by what could only be described as a mountain man on steroids. When I was gently placed on the ground, the carved god stared into my eyes, and I thought for certain I’d melt into a huge puddle right there. Even the embarrassment would be worth being caught by him again.

  Lord have mercy. The three words were the only thing that crossed my mind. My hormones were going wild. Now all sound stopped except the rapid beating of my heart colliding with my exploding core.

  With a chiseled face and steel-gray eyes rimmed with flecks of amethyst, I could swear I was peering into the man’s soul. This had to be a delicious dream. For a few spectacular seconds, my mind rushed to dark and filthy things. His hands all over my naked body. His tongue tasting every inch of skin. His cock spreading my pussy wide open.

  Dear lord, the savior’s cock was rock hard.

  Exhaling, I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked to try to focus. Then the beautiful haze that had surrounded me faded, faces popping from everywhere.

  My savior eased me back by a few inches, forced to lower his head to keep looking in my eyes. He was gigantic, a solid foot taller than me, built like a Greek god. Unfortunately, the stern expression on his face dragged me all the way back to reality.

  “Are you alright?” the stranger asked, his tone so husky goosebumps popped across every inch of naked skin, the sound gravelly and dominating.

  “Uh-huh.” Really? I was in the hands of a god and all I could say was uh-huh?

  “You’re not hurt? Not even a scratch?” he pressed.

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  “Nuh-uh.”

  “Can you stand on your own?”

  I licked my lips, trying to form a decent coherent sentence. “Sure.” Oh, my God. I’d never acted this way around any man, but with his thick hair I longed to run my fingers through, muscles that his jacket couldn’t hide, and luscious lips meant for kissing for hours on end, I was a goner.

  My breath hitched. Electricity soared through me like rocket fuel, igniting every single one of my senses. Wow. That was the only word to adequately describe the moment that seemed locked in time, spiraling to a dark and deliciously dangerous place. I allowed my gaze to roll over the man, his massive shoulders and long legs creating a wave of desire. The entire universe stopped at that moment, my mind caught in a capsule of lust and need that was so overwhelming I was lost. His heated gaze was forceful, his eyes stripping me bare.

  “Did you hear me?” The question oozed from his lips, forcing me to acknowledge him with something other than carnal desires.

  “Yes.”

  “Show me.”

  The stranger forced me to demonstrate I was able to stay upright. Then he exhaled, the sound exaggerated.

  “I’m glad you seem to be okay. Now, what the fuck were you doing standing in the middle of a busy intersection? Did you know you could have gotten yourself killed? Did you have any inkling that driver had no intention of stopping?”

  Nothing ever flabbergasted me.

  Except for this man.

  He stood with his arms crossed over his barrel-sized chest, antagonizing me. Chastising me like I was a bad little girl who’d misbehaved.

  “I… No. I mean maybe. I didn’t think.” I gave myself another mental high five for sounding like an idiot.

  “That’s what I thought. You. Didn’t. Think. I should turn you over my knee right here, right now and give you a spanking you won’t forget.”

  And just like that, the fantasy was tossed out the window.

  CHAPTER 2

  Jameson

  “Excuse me?” The girl with a death wish threw me a nasty look, the glimmer of sun unable to hide her fury.

  Her two words were laced with venom. She had no idea how close she’d come to being run over by the asshole determined to drive away from the scene of an accident he caused, and she was glaring at me with her hands on her hips.

  “You heard what I said. You need a hard spanking,” I retorted, uncertain where my snappy reply had come from. The fact I’d jumped from my car, which was four lengths behind hers, sprinting so I could grab her before she became pavement art hadn’t fazed her in the least. “I think I’m going to make certain that happens.”

  “Like hell you will.”

  “I won’t mind adding washing your mouth out with soap if necessary. You need to understand that risky behavior has direct and often brutal circumstances.” While her hateful glare remained, I sensed she knew I was right, her mouth twisting as she tried to figure out how to counter my proclamation. There was no suitable reply. “Good. We’ll take care of that when we sort through this mess.” I still couldn’t believe she’d risked her life doing something so stupid.

  “Well, aren’t you an asshole, just like everyone else in this wretched town. I’ll have you know I was doing just fine taking care of myself until the big he-man jumped in my way.” She was exasperated, ready to throw a tantrum.

  “To save your life in case you’ve forgotten.” Holding her close had been like grasping a stick of dynamite in my hand. The instant attraction was unusual if not disturbing. I’d caught a whiff of strawberry I’d thought was the scent of her shampoo, but I’d realized the fragrance was from whatever she’d used on her lips. Which were naturally rosy. I’d fought the urge to crush my mouth over hers to find out if the taste was just as tantalizing.

  “Bullshit,” she huffed, raking her fingers through her long blonde hair. Suddenly, my mind went to several filthy places, which was totally inappropriate.

  They all involved shackling her to my bed. I squinted from the sun, trying to pull my mind out of the gutter.

  “Way to go,” a bystander said from behind me.

  “You’re a regular hero,” some lady chirped, although her tone was as caustic as the girl standing in front of me.

  “Give the guy a medal.” The third comment brought a smirk to the mysterious girl’s face.

  Grimacing, I glanced toward her wrecked vehicle. The heap of junk had definitely seen better days, but the accident had likely totaled it. When I pulled out my phone, she wrapped her hand around my wrist and a bolt of electricity slammed into my system.

  “Who are you calling?” Her eyes opened wide in acknowledgement of the current tearing through both of us. When she jerked her hand away, fisting her fingers, it was all I could do not to smile.

  “The police, to report the accident.”

  “There’s no time. I need to go after the scumbag.” She pulled away, trying to shove her way around me. I stopped her cold, grabbing her wrist as she’d done with mine.

  “You’re not going anywhere.”

  “You can’t tell me what to do.”

  As I took a step closer, she sucked in her breath. “Maybe that’s what you need in your life, someone to control you.” When she opened her mouth to issue what I knew would be a nasty retort, I pointed to her car. “It’s not drivable. Two tires are blown, the axle and the frame likely bent.”

  She slowly turned her head with a ragged moan. “Oh, shit. I need my car. God, this week sucks donkey turds.”

  At least the girl still had a sense of humor. “After we deal with the police, I’ll give you a ride to your home. I know a body shop. My buddy will have your vehicle towed there.”

  “First of all,” she snapped, jerking her arm away. “I don’t know you. You could be a serial killer or rapist in cahoots with the crazy driver. Second, I don’t need anyone’s help. And third…”

  “Yes?” I crowded her space, ignoring the honks that blasted all around us. “You were saying?”

  Her face flushed and she looked down, but not before I noticed her bottom lip was quivering. With her breathing still ragged, I was drawn to her taut nipples poking through the thin tee shirt she was wearing. I wanted to wrap my lips around one, pulling the tender flesh between my teeth. Jesus Christ. She was half my age. What was I doing thinking about sex at a time like this?

  “Like I said. You could be a monster for all I know.”

  “While the jury is still out on whether or not I’m a monster, if I’d wanted you hurt, why bother saving your life?”

  She chewed on her inner cheek, debating my answer. “What do I do about the dude who hit my car?”

  I continued the call. “Don’t worry, princess. I managed to get his license plate number. I also happen to know the chief of police.” I turned away from her, dialing the number, Manuel Gonzalez answering on the first ring.

  “Hey, buddy,” he answered. “How’ve you been?”

  “No too bad, my man. I haven’t seen you at the club lately.”

  “Work. I’m chained to my desk. An upturn in cartel shipments. It’s keeping me busy, but I’ll make a point to drop by. I need some TLC bad. What can I do for you?”

  “I have a situation with an accident I witnessed, the son of a bitch driver taking off.”

  Manuel laughed. We went back to the first days after I’d opened the club. He wasn’t chief of police then, just an officer told to keep an eye on the kinky club. Somehow, we’d become friends after a half dozen arguments. “Let me guess. Mr. Eagle Eyes got his license plate?”