Bound Temptations: Autumn's Submission: (An Alpha Male BDSM Club Owner’s Dark and Gritty Tale) Read online

  Bound Temptations: Autumn’s Submission

  Copyright: Lexie Syrah

  Published: September 17, 2015

  Publisher: Lexie Syrah

  Lexie Syrah has asserted her right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of both the copyright owner and the books publisher.

  Lexie Syrah (September 17, 2015). Bound Temptations: Autumn’s Submission

  All characters in this book are over the age of 18.

  This book contains strong sexual content.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1: The Interview

  Chapter 2: Autumn’s Submission

  Chapter 3: An Old Friends

  Chapter 4: Watching Her

  Chapter 5: On The Floor

  Chapter 6: Punishment

  Chapter 7: Innocence

  Chapter 8: An Introduction to Pain and Ecstasy

  Thank you for reading!

  Chapter 1: The Interview

  My sunglasses fogged up as the cool air of my club rushed out at me when I opened the heavy metal backdoor. The vibrations of the base on the floor of the club could be felt through the walls of the entire building. I inhaled deeply and, like every morning, I felt at home as the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and sex assaulted me. Most people associated those scents with nights of fantasy and excitement, but they’ll always be calming and reassuring to me. I may sleep at my house, but my real home is here at Bound Temptations.

  I took a few moments to just stand there and let the energy of the club fill my tired body with the desires of the hundreds of men and women that walked through those doors. Some were looking for sex, others were looking for a party, but all of them were looking for another world, a world that I had created. There were many that came on a daily basis. I knew them by name, knew their drink of choice, and knew why they chose to live in this fantasy world instead of the cruel world that existed outside of my sanctuary. They came from all walks of life: teachers, businessmen, gangsters, and politicians all sought escape from some part of their life that was making them wake up more tired than the day before.

  The club may have the most beautiful naked women outside of Vegas, but the regulars didn’t come for them. They came for the companionship, the conversation, but most of all, they were looking for an energy that would help them make it through whatever tomorrow would bring. I knew the escape that these men and women were seeking, and I built Bound Temptations for myself as much as for them. The money was great, but this place filled with sin was as close to heaven as I could imagine.

  I took my sunglasses off and put them in my suit jacket pocket. I walked down the narrow hallway to the manager’s office, passing the dancer’s dressing room. I looked in and saw it completely empty which was slightly surprising. Usually there was at least one girl taking a break in it. We must either have an unusually high turn-out or someone called in sick.

  When I opened the manager’s door, I was immediately assaulted with questions and problems from the morning shift.

  “Hey Blake, Tiffany called in sick today. We’ve only got five girls working right now, and the lunch rush will be here soon. Should I call some of the night shift to come in early?” Tommy seemed frantic as though he’d been waiting hours to make a decision until I came in. It was only eleven, and he should have known better than to expect me any earlier.

  Tommy was a good guy, and he was a wiz at “tweaking” numbers to keep everything looking clean and legit, but some days I wished that he would learn how to manage more than the numbers. It was Wednesday, for Christ’s sake. Didn’t he know that Wednesday day shift was the lowest turn-out of the week?

  “No, don’t worry about calling anyone. The girls will be happy to have less competition.” I fucking hated Wednesday. It was a slow day, and none of the girls were happy to work it. I was sure that Tiffany wasn’t sick. She’d been happy and healthy enough to take three different guys in her ass on Monday, so more than likely, she’d just partied harder than usual last night.

  “Okay, there’s just one other thing. Candy’s friend is waiting for you outside your office. She had wanted to interview for a job.” I nodded and said, “Thanks for the head’s up, Tommy. I’ll be in my office for a bit. Try not to disturb this interview, okay?”

  Tommy had an unfortunate habit of interrupting interviews at the most awkward times. Who wants to deal with inventories while a big ass is in your face? Interviews at Bound Temptations typically didn’t involve business suits and resumes. In fact, they rarely involved anything other than girl getting naked and dancing for me. Unless, of course, they wanted to be a Silk Girl. And then, the interview would become much more strenuous than simple dancing.

  I walked up the stairs outside of the manager’s office to mine. Tommy was right; there was a sexy redhead sitting in the cheap chair outside my door. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and seemed to have embraced the stripper mentality as she was wearing a backless silver sequined halter top that gave a clear view of her thin waist and a black micro-skirt. A pair of 3-inch silver stiletto heels completed the ensemble.

  She turned to me as I approached her, and I very obviously assessed her body to see how much value she had at first glance. Her DD tits looked like they were constantly on the verge of ripping the fabric that tried desperately to contain them, and her waist was thin. She had beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to draw your gaze up from her tits which was a monumental feat in itself. She dressed and looked like a stripper, now I just needed to know if she could act like a stripper on the floor, yet be a professional woman when it came to showing up and dealing with clients.

  “Hi, I’m Blake Crowley, the owner of Bound Temptations.” I reached to shake her hand, and she accepted it weakly.

  “I’m Autumn, Tiffany’s friend. I’m here to interview to be a dancer.” She gave me a shaky smile and I knew that she’d never danced before. Another fucking new girl. We went through two or three new girls a week, and only one a month would last long enough to learn the ropes.

  “Well come on into my office, Autumn. I’m very busy today, so let’s get to it.” I had plenty of time, but most of these new girls wanted to talk all day once they had gotten worked up and realized that my cock was hard and their pussy was begging for a hard fucking.

  She stood up and smoothed out her skirt before following me into my office. She walked in and looked around in confusion at the curtains that covered the windows. This room had been designed so that I could look out over the entire club without anyone realizing it. I didn’t have any need to watch cameras when I could just look out the two-way mirrors to see what was happening everywhere, even in the VIP rooms.

  I only opened them when it was just me in the office, though. The employees and visitors didn’t need to see what happened throughout the club. Many of the things that happened behind those closed VIP doors shouldn’t be seen by anyone other than Vivian, my partner.

  I sat down in the thousand dollar leather chair behind my polished walnut desk and looked at Autumn as she sat across from me. She looked around the room in awe and confusion. Everyone had the same confus
ed look on their face when they came into my office for the first time because it was nothing like what they’d expected. Everything was polished and clean, almost as though I had a corner office in a high-rise bank building instead of a strip club. No one understood that I made more money than most of those bankers did.

  I leaned forward and said, “So tell me Autumn, why do you want to be an exotic dancer? Other than the money, of course.”

  “It’s really all about the money. I’m hot, and there’s no other job that pays as well.” She was doing a good job of faking confidence. I had felt her insecurity in that handshake, though. She didn’t want to be here, and she was nervous.

  “Okay, how old are you? And why haven’t you ever stripped before if you knew that it was the best paying job you can get?” Her eyes never focused on me, another sign of her lack of confidence.

  “I’m 22 years old, and I just recently acquired an… extremely large debt…” She was having trouble explaining her reasoning, and there were only two reasons she wouldn’t be honest and open about it. Either she was ashamed of it, or she was scared that I wouldn’t hire her because of it.

  “Autumn, if you can’t tell me why you’ve decided to get naked for a paycheck, I can’t hire you. How am I supposed to know if you’re going to quit tomorrow because you just wanted to make a little cash to buy a new purse?”

  Autumn took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she collected herself. “My boyfriend sold drugs and got robbed of a bunch of the drugs that he’d been fronted. Now he owes $10,000, and if he doesn’t pay it in the next two weeks, the people he works for are going to hurt him or maybe worse. He’s quit the drug game, but he only has $3,000, so I told him that I’d do whatever I could to help.”

  I scratched the stubble on my cheek. This would be a hard decision. She was very hot, and she’d make a lot of money, but she wouldn’t make seven grand in two weeks just dancing. Not even my best girl made that much money dancing. And I was hesitant to hire someone just long enough for them to pay off a debt. Maybe she would be better suited to becoming a Silk Girl.

  “Here’s what I can offer you. I can promise that you’ll make the seven thousand in two weeks if you’re interested in becoming one of our Silk Girls. It involves much more than dancing, though. I’ll tell you more about what’s required if you’re interested, but the other requirement is that you sign a contract that you’ll continue to work here and show up every day that you’re scheduled for the next three months. Otherwise, you’ll owe me half of what you make during that time, and trust me, you’d much rather deal with some drug dealers than me when it comes to not paying debts.”

  Her eyes lit up at my response, and I could tell that she hadn’t even thought about what being a Silk Girl would require. Her body shook with excitement as she said, “Oh I’ll do whatever it takes to make the money. I love my boyfriend, and I couldn’t imagine someone hurting him.”

  My face hardened as I began to explain our Silk Girls. “Silk Girls are our premium entertainment. They still dance like all the other girls, but they can be requested in the VIP rooms. Each girl wears different colored silk scarves around their neck displaying what they’re willing to do for clients. Pink is just oral and normal sex. Yellow means that she’ll do anal. Red means that people can cause her pain. White means that she’ll dominate a man. And black means that she’ll do anything.”

  “You get to decide what colors you’ll wear, but you’ve got to prove to me that you’ll do it. That means that if you want to tell the customers that you’ll do anal with a yellow scarf, then you’ll need to bend over the desk so that I can shove my cock up your ass. Are you really ready for that?”

  I didn’t want to scare her away, but she needed to understand that this wasn’t just a free ride to easy money. She was going to have to earn her boyfriend’s way out of his debt. Autumn turned away from me to stare into space as she thought about it. I leaned back in my chair as I let her mull my proposition over. I rarely ever let a new hire become a Silk Girl, but this girl was smoking hot, and I knew that I could make much more money off of her if she was willing to suck and fuck for me instead of just dance.

  Her eyes lost all focus as she chewed her lip for a few moments before answering, “Okay, I’ll do it. I don’t know how much I’m willing to do though. I’ve done nearly all of that with my boyfriend, but I’m not sure how much I’m okay letting a stranger do. What’s the difference in pay?”

  “The club charges $500 for a BJ, $1500 for pussy, $2,500 for anal, $3,500 to $10,000 for BDSM stuff, and $5,000 to $15,000 for dominatrixes. You would make 20% of that plus the tip which is usually around 20%. So for a BJ, you’d make $200. For a $3,500 BDSM session, you’d make $1,400, and for a $10,000 session, you’d make $4,000. As you can see, the more scarves you wear, the more money you can make.”

  Autumn nodded her head and said, “Then I’m willing to wear the pink, yellow, and red. That’s vanilla sex, anal, and pain, right? I don’t think there’ll be all that much of a difference between fucking someone and letting them tie me up and fuck me in the ass. It’s not like I haven’t had my fair share of cocks in my ass.”

  Chapter 2: Autumn’s Submission

  “Then let’s see you strip for me,” I said as I undid my tie and started to unbutton my dress shirt. Today had started out shitty, but fucking Autumn might turn it around for me. I couldn’t wait to grab her DD tits and squeeze them until she cried. I knew that she’d hate it when I made her spread her legs and let me spank her little pussy with my crop. The pictures in my head of the beautiful girl sitting before me swam through my mind causing my cock to swell.

  I turned on the speaker that connected us to the DJ downstairs, and club music filled the space. Autumn stood up and walked to the center of the room. Her hips began to sway as I took off my shoes and socks. My pants and boxers fell to the floor, and I walked over to the couch that I had put there for this specific purpose: to get lap dances during interviews… or whenever else I wanted one.

  She strutted to me, untying the neck strap that held her shirt up. It fell the ground, and her perfect tits called to me. I wanted to reach out and pull her to me by her nipple so that I could suck on them, but I restrained myself. She needed to show me that she could strip before I tested whether she was worth giving a silk scarf.

  She straddled my legs and bent over, giving me a perfect view of her tits and her rock hard nipples. I knew that if I reached under that skirt, I’d feel a wet pussy waiting for me. She shook her tits and turned around. Bending over, she gave me just a peak of the shaved pussy under her skirt before strutting away from me. Her ass wasn’t amazing compared to some of the girls that I’d hired. It was relatively small compared to the rest of her curves which was unfortunate. Other than that, she was perfect, and instead of stripping and whoring, she would have been perfect for porn or nude modeling. Her tits more than made up for a flat ass, though, and she’d end up making me plenty of money.

  She wiggled the skirt down to her feet. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and the view of her pussy teasing me had my cock rock hard. I began to slowly stroke it, as she walked back over to me. She bent over and whispered in my ear, “What do you want to do to me, boss?”

  “Get down on your knees, slut. Run those manicured nails over my stomach and chest while you suck my cock.” She smiled as she knelt in front of me. Her nails softly dug into my muscular thighs, and then they began to run up my legs and onto my abs. She stuck her tongue out and softly licked from my balls to the head of my cock before taking it into her mouth.

  Her hands lingered at my various scars, especially the gunshot scar that I’d received as a gift from a local gang when I’d decided to build the club in their territory. She didn’t lose her focus though, as she began to bob her head and flick her tongue along the underside of my cock. It felt fantastic, and there was no doubt that she was a high quality cocksucker. My hands found their way into her red hair and I gripped it tightly in my fist as I forced her to take
my cock deeper than she was expecting. I wasn’t as hard on her as I had been on other girls, as I was saving my roughness for later. She didn’t fight me at all, and was actually moaning in pleasure at my forcefulness.

  I released her, and she pulled her mouth off of my cock with a smile. “Sit on the couch next to me and spread your legs,” I commanded, and she didn’t hesitate. She was already getting into a subspace, and her breasts were heaving with lust. When she sat down on the couch next to me, she wasn’t shy anymore. Her hand went to her inner thigh to rub the flawless skin, and I glanced down to her bare pussy. It was glistening with her juices, and for the millionth time, I was thankful that I’d spent the extra thousand dollars for a waterproof material that was still plush. I’d hate to imagine how many stains would cover the two year old couch at this point.

  The couch had been fitted with retractable cuffs. I pulled them out from their hidden compartments in the back. One for each wrist and ankle. When her limbs were securely locked into the cuffs, I spread her wide and turned the locking mechanism so that the nylon cables wouldn’t budge. I’d tested it myself, and there was nothing she could do to escape the blows that would rain down on her body.

  “Do you like the view, Blake?” Her voice was heavy with lust and seduction. Just like all of the other bitches that came looking to earn their red scarves, the first taste of submission made her want more, but once she had the full experience, she’d be begging me to stop.