Submitting To The Billionaire

(Please note that some of these chapters have been split into two due to their length. The longer they are, the more expensive, so I will try my best to keep the work count at a certain limit.)

Rose

“I can’t believe you talked me into this, Remi.” I sigh as our car pulls up to our destination. I am not ready to visit such a place.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s something new for us to experience.” She smiles. She knows me better than anyone the lack of experience in things I have. She never judges me for it, while I am sure people would see me as boring, possibly a prude.

My best friend/roommate talked me into going to some sort of sex club with her because she was getting an exclusive interview with one of the owners for an article at work. She’s excited about it, the club and the interview. Remi is always up to try something new, it thrills her. I, however, am a nervous wreck. Remi and I are opposites, but it’s never affected our eighteen-year friendship. Remi’s one of those girls who’s up for anything, within boundaries. She’s confident, experienced, and enjoys life to the max.

In comparison, I’m shyer, quieter, and inexperienced, which was mostly by choice. Guys haven’t shown any interest in me, and I’m okay with that. I didn’t want to jump into bed with just anyone. It wasn’t me, and I know it’d be something I’d regret. I do have fun, but my focus is on work and studies. I’m only twenty-two, so I still have plenty of time to experience things.

“I hope so.” I giggle nervously. I am trying to ignore my trembling hands.

“It’ll be a blast. There are some rules, though. We’re not allowed to talk to members without the Master’s permission—no judging or staring for too long. We will address members in the way they prefer. No real names or photos of their faces are allowed.”

“Those rules seem simple enough to follow,” I reply. I’m a great rule follower, so it shouldn’t be hard, even if the rules are rather different from what I’m used to. I am used to everyday rules. Social rules, work rules, but not the type of rules that come with being in such a place. A place I never thought I would be.

“Okay. Are you ready?”

“As I can be.”

We thanked the driver, who was supplied by the club, apparently the location is only known to the people who own it, are part of it, or work in it. It’s all very secretive, and I understand they want their privacy away from prying eyes.

“I’ll be back to pick you up once Mr B calls me,” the driver says.

We get out. We look around for where we need to go but can’t see anything.

“Hm. Maybe I should call them and tell them we have arrived?”

“Good idea,” I agree, glancing around.

“They will send someone out for us,” Remi tells me after a brief call. She smiles brightly, her eyes fill with excitement.

I have no idea how Remi found out about this place, and I’m not allowed to ask too many questions regarding it.

It seems like out of nowhere, a burly guy with a security badge and jacket appears in front of us, startling us because we didn’t even notice him coming. “Follow me, please,” he says, his accent thick and firm. I can’t work out where he’s from—somewhere foreign, I suppose.

“You will need to be searched when you enter the premises.”

It’s not like we have enough for them to search as we’re both wearing dresses and pumps, and brought small bags, but I guess we could be hiding something. Turning around he leads us down a steep flight of stairs that we seem to have missed, halting before a large metal door. I hear the chimes of a password being put into a keypad that was outside. He stands in front of it to make sure we can’t see what it is. We follow him through the door and go down a long hallway that has enough lighting to see where we are going before we come to another door. He repeats the same actions as he did at the first doorway.

“Arms up, both of you,” he says, taking a moment to search us and our bags. Once he confirms we have nothing on us that we weren’t supposed to have, he nods. “Wait here.”

We wait patiently. I glanced around but can’t see much from where we are.

“Maybe this is who we are waiting for,” Remi suggests, nudging me.

I look up and see a gorgeous, curvy, brunette with tattoos approaching, and she was smiling brightly. She is dressed in a leather skirt, halter top, and a pair of knee-high boots.

“Remi?” she asks.

“Yes. That’s me and my friend/assistant, Rose,” Remi replies.

I wasn’t her assistant, but tonight I will be pretending to be.

“Great! I am Jas. Please follow me. He is waiting in his office for you.”

We follow Jas down another hallway, which leads us into the club. I remind myself of the rules as I take in my surroundings. There were a lot of people already here, dressed up in sexy outfits, some of the men in suits and some of the females in only their underwear. Some had masks covering their faces, like the ones you see at masquerade balls. I even noticed one with a leather mask on his face, a gimp mask I believe it is called.

A woman dressed in leather from top to bottom catches my eye. She is a stunning redhead. A man is sitting in front of her, completely mesmerised by her. I notice a paddle in her hand, and I wondered to myself what she was doing with it, but I can imagine. I divert my attention away, not wanting to stare for too long. Yes, I freaked out when I learned I was coming here, but right now, my curiosity has gotten the better of me, and I find myself fascinated with the entire thing.

I see two guys and a woman kissing and touching on a black leather sofa. I have heard of these clubs but don’t know much about what happens in them. I pull my eyes away, thinking it prudent I pay attention to where I am going.

Jas stops. “Mr B needs to chat with you first before the interview starts and he shows you around.” She smiles before knocking on the door.

“Enter!” a firm, deep voice comes from the other side. The sound of it causes goosebumps to rise on my skin.

“Wait here a second,” Jas says before opening the door and stepping in.

“Sir, Remi from Unbound magazine and her assistant Rose are here. Can I tell them to enter?”

“Yes,” he replies. My body reacts in the same way. A shudder runs through me as a strange tingly feeling grows between my thighs.

What is wrong with me? How can a voice of a man I don’t know be having an effect on me?

Jas turns around, motioning for us to come inside.

“You are dismissed, Jas.” She nods, quickly rushing out, and my eyes finally fall on the man the voice belongs to.