PUNISHED BY PASSION: HIS DIRTY LITTLE SUBMISSIVE

Chapter 1

My hand hovers over the 'Accept' button. Even though I'm all alone in my dimly lit college dorm, my anxiety is through the roof.

Relax, Jacqueline. They're just words on a screen.

I close my eyes and click the button. It's done. I shut my computer and turn back to my calculus homework.

'2 hours later'

For the past two hours, my brain's been mush. I've been redoing the same question and getting nowhere. I'm trying to concentrate, but every time I pick up my pencil his face flashes in my mind.

Fuck it, I think to myself. I give in to my temptation and hop back on my computer, pulling up the sugar baby website.

My mouth is suddenly dry. One new message.

Holy shit.

With shaking fingers, I click on the red icon. His message fills my screen.

••

Jacqueline,

It's lovely to meet you (virtually). I was intrigued by your profile, I didn't expect to come across a future physicist on here. Would you be interested in meeting for a coffee next week? We can meet wherever you'd feel most comfortable.

Best,

Cole

PS-Did you read the latest Nature article on Hesenberg's uncertainty principle? I'd love your thoughts.

••

I read his message twice and then click on his profile. Cole, 39, works in finance, single, seeking 'Something Casual', and interested in 'A sexy and intelligent woman who fights as hard in a debate as she does in the bedroom.'

The last line of his profile catches my eye. Fights hard in the bedroom? I don't know how to interpret that. I definitely fit the first part of what he's looking for, though. I'm on my college's debate team and can hold my own in an argument.

I scan his photos and immediately get suspicious. There's only two of them, a full body shot, and a close-up of his face. He looks wayyy too good-looking to be on this site. Plus, he's 39. If he's really in finance and is as hot in person as he looks online, why the hell would he pay for sex? I'm 99% sure that if he made an online dating profile, he'd be flooded with matches in no time.

My catfish radar is on high-alert. I consider my words carefully as I craft my email.

••

Hi Cole,

Thanks for your message. Your profile intrigues me too. I'm sorry if this is rude to ask, but why are you on here? I doubt you'd have any trouble finding dates on a conventional dating site.

Jacqueline

PS-I have, and I wasn't too impressed with the researcher's methodology. Your thoughts?

••

I'm about to minimize the screen when I get an instant reply. Holy hell, that was fast.

••

Jacqueline,

If you'll indulge me and meet in person, I'll tell you all about it in person. I don't like to leave a paper trail when it comes to these sorts of things. Let's meet at Walnut Grove Cafe on Sunday at 2pm. Feel free to suggest another place if you'd prefer. I'll be wearing a light blue tie.

If I don't hear back from you, I'll assume you've accepted my invitation.

See you Sunday,

Cole

••

What the fuck?

I've never had a guy end a conversation like that before. Part of me is ticked off by his arrogance-assuming I'd be fine meeting him-but another part is turned on by it.

And of course, I'm dying to know what's so top secret he can't risk leaving a 'paper trail.'

I decide not to email him back.

I'll decide on Sunday whether I want to go, I tell myself. I don't owe him anything.

'Sunday, 1pm'

I keep refreshing my inbox, heart racing, but there's still no new message from Cole. The last thing he sent was practically a declaration that we'd meet today at 2pm. His confidence both thrills me and makes me nervous. What if he doesn't show?

You have nothing to lose, I remind myself. If he's a catfish, I can walk away. He doesn't even know what I look like.

I step into the shop and my gaze sweeps the room. No sign of him. My pulse quickens as I join the line, eyes darting everywhere.

Then I see him.

Thick black hair. Sharp brown eyes. A suit that clings to broad shoulders as he leans back in his chair, legs spread with effortless confidence. The sight makes my stomach flip. Intimidating. Magnetic. Dangerous.

"Um, Miss? What would you like?"

"Oh, sorry," I say. My attention snaps back to the tattooed barista in front of me. "Medium coffee, dark roast."

I pay for my coffee and discreetly steal glances at Cole. I'm wondering what's the best way to approach him. Does he suspect I'm the girl he's meeting? Judging by his relaxed demeanor, he doesn't seem to be scoping the place out.

I pick up my coffee with trembling hands and decide to go for it. I want to approach him before I lose my nerve.

"Uh, Cole?" I ask, standing above him. He looks up from his sip of coffee, his eyes twinkling. A smirk spreads across his face, and I feel myself melt a little. God, his eyes, I think to myself, temporarily distracted. They're chocolaty brown with depth to them. As I stare at Cole, transfixed, I get the feeling that I'm slowly sinking into molasses.

"Jacqueline?" he asks.

"Mhmm," I murmur.

"Take a seat," he says. I sit without thinking.

"I see you went ahead and already ordered," he says, nodding at the coffee in my hand.

My cheeks heat. Innocent words, but his tone makes it sound like I broke some unspoken rule.

"Well, so have you," I snap.

He chuckles. "I like you already."

Then, without missing a beat, "Listen, Jacqueline, I have to get back to work soon. So if it's alright with you, I'd like to cut to the chase."

I blink, thrown off. His profile screamed workaholic, but I hadn't expected him to skip straight past small talk.

"I get it now," I blurt.

Cole raises a brow. "Get what?"

"Why you're on the website. You're too impatient to actually get to know a girl-so you pay them to do things your way."

His eyes widen, then narrow with amusement. That smug smirk of his only fuels my irritation.

"Ah, so I've got a little armchair psychologist on my hands," he drawls. "And here I was thinking I was lucky to snag a physicist. Must be my lucky day."

His half smile is aggravating. He's not taking this seriously, or more importantly, me seriously. A part of me is ready to get up and leave, but curiosity keeps me glued to my seat.

"Wish I could say the same," I mutter.

He's silent for a second as his eyes roam over me. He drinks in my eyes, lips, and breasts. The way he's looking at me is somehow intimate yet invasive, like he's groping me with his eyes.

After staring at me for what feels like an eternity, he finally breaks the silence.

"I want you, Jacqueline."

My face heats up, "E-Excuse me? We just met."

He meets my stare, unflinching. "I know," he says coolly. "I want exclusive access to you, and I'm willing to pay ten grand a month for it."

"What the fuck?" I hiss, whispering across the table, "I'm not a prostitute."

"Oh, really? Then why did you agree to meet up with me today?"

Trembles go up my spine and my palms start sweating. I try to backtrack. "It's just, you know, it doesn't have to be so transactional."

He laughs, "I like how naive you are. It's cute. Listen, Jacqueline. I don't have time to fuck around and play games. I know what I want, and I'm going to get it. Whether I get it from you or from another girl, that's up to you."

His gaze drags down my body, and his voice drops. "While I'd love to flip up that little skirt of yours and fuck you until you're screaming, I can easily find another girl to take your place. You were right earlier, I am impatient, and I like to do things my way. That's why I'm willing to compensate you so generously."

I stare at him, dumbfounded. This is not what I was expecting.

He reaches into his suit pocket, pulls out an envelope, and slides it across the table.

"Go to the washroom and open it," he says. "It's yours. If you want to give this a go, meet me in front of the black Porsche in the parking lot in 5 minutes. If you're not interested, you can get in your car and never see me again. Ok?"

"I-Umm..." I'm lost for words.

"It's a yes or no question, Jacqueline," Cole says, exasperated.

"Uh, yes?"

He looks down at his watch, "You have until 2:15 to decide."

Dazed, I stand up and head to the bathroom. I shut myself in a stall and open the envelope.

Holy shit.

It's filled with 10 crisp 100 dollar bills. I'm about to seal it shut when I notice a small sticky note inside. Curious, I pick it up and notice something scrawled on the front in black ink.

'Safe word is electron.'

I roll my eyes at Cole's corniness. I check my phone and realize I only have a few minutes left.

'You know you're going to do it,' says the little voice in my head.

I try to think through the pros and cons, but as the clock ticks down, logic goes out the window. I have to rely on my intuition. And my intuition is telling me I really want to fuck Cole.

I shove the envelope in my purse and march out the door.

Chapter 2

I spot Cole's Porsche immediately. Its sleek exterior contrasts with the beat up minivans and motorcycles surrounding it. I lean against its hood, wondering how long Cole is planning on making me wait.

Thirty seconds later, he strolls out of the café.

"Get in," he says, clicking the car keys.

I slide into the buttery smooth seat. I'm a little rattled by how nonchalant Cole is being, he's acting like he knew all along that I was going to agree to his offer.

He starts driving, and I finally work up the courage to ask him the question.

"Did you know I was going to be waiting outside for you?"

"Of course." I catch the faintest smirk on the corner of his lips. It infuriates me and turns me on, and then I'm angry for being turned on.

"You know, you could dial down your arrogance a notch," I huff, crossing my arms.

"Why?" He smirks, amused.

"Because you don't know everything. You didn't know I was going to agree to your deal. You guessed and got lucky."

"Oh, really? How sure are you about that, Jacqueline?"

"What do you mean, how sure am I? I can't prove that you were just guessing."

"Humor me."

"Ok ..."

I have no idea where he's going with this.

"If I can prove that I knew you'd agree to this deal, I'm going to drive you to my place and fuck your brains out on every surface. If you win, I'll give you a thousand dollars. Deal?"

I lick my lips. It's not like it's a bad deal-either way, I win. "Deal," I say.

"Spread your legs for me."

"What?"

"You heard me, Jacqueline."

I stare at Cole. He's gripping the wheel tightly, and the veins in his jaw pop. I know I should put up some resistance to his demand, but the truth is that I don't want to resist. There's something about his low, masculine voice and how crisp my name says coming out of his lips. When he talks, I feel something stirring between my legs. Something I've never felt before that makes me want to submit. To give in to him.

I part my legs and my breath hitches. Cole keeps his eyes on the road and slowly lifts one hand off the steering wheel. He gently grazes between my legs, and when his fingers brush my black thong, I automatically flinch. My pussy is pulsing, and I'm caught between desperately wanting him to touch me there and scared of what I'll do if he does.

He drags a single finger slowly up the damp cotton of my panties, teasing me with maddening strokes, the pressure feather-light but enough to make my hips twitch.

"Let's see if you've been a naughty girl, Jacqueline," he murmurs, voice low and cruelly amused. His hand slips inside my panties before I can breathe, two fingers sliding through my slick folds. Heat floods my face as he brushes against my swollen clit, and his lips twist into that wicked smile that makes me want to disappear and spread my legs wider at the same time.

Then he pushes a finger inside me without warning. My cunt clamps down greedily around him, and a shameless whine escapes my throat before I can bite it back. I purse my lips, desperate not to give him another sound, but it's too late-he heard it. Worse, he felt it. Felt how wet I am. How much my body is betraying me.

"This is how I knew you'd say yes," Cole says smugly, pulling his finger out with a wet sound that makes my insides clench.

"Open." He commands.

My jaw falls open automatically, and he slips the glistening finger into my mouth.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I just letting him-no, wanting him-to do this?

"Good girl," he drawls. "Such an obedient little slut. Suck."

Humiliation burns hot in my cheeks, but my cunt throbs harder. I suck, then harder when he growls the word again. My tongue curls around the finger, tasting my own slick, salty and obscene. He watches me, and the way he smirks makes me squirm in my seat. I feel the pulsing ache between my legs grow unbearable, and instinctively I grind down against the leather seat, chasing relief.

But he catches me instantly.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, princess?" His voice sharpens, and I freeze.

He pulls his finger out of my mouth, leaving my lips wet and parted.

"Uh-n-nothing," I stammer, heart hammering, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror but avoiding his.

"Don't lie to me." His tone drops, lethal. "Answer me truthfully, or I'll pull over and punish you until you can't sit without remembering me."

Shame and desire twist inside me, dark and dizzying. The thought of him punishing me has my thighs clenching so hard it hurts. I should tell him to stop. I should push him away. Instead, my lips part and I hear myself whisper-

"Try me."

His eyes flash dangerously, and the air in the car turns razor-sharp. He yanks the wheel, the car swerving hard into a shadowed side street. My stomach plummets as adrenaline surges through my veins.

When he finally stops, he turns toward me. His icy stare pins me in place, stripping me bare until I can't breathe. My blood freezes, yet my cunt throbs so violently I think I might come from that look alone.

Fear and hunger churn inside me until they're indistinguishable.

"Out of the car," he orders, voice like steel. "Now."

Chapter 3

I get out of the car and Cole instructs me to lean down on the side of the hood. Shivers are running through my body as I turn my head, feeling my cheek against the smooth metal. I can't see what Cole is doing, and the anticipation is killing me.

"Please, Cole, can you at least do whatever you're going to do on the other side of the car? So we're not facing the road? In broad daylight?" I plead, desperately.

He laughs and says nothing. My cheeks grow warm as the reality of what's about to happen sets in. I'm about to be punished by Cole on the side of a public road. I can't tell if I'm more embarrassed or excited by the thought. My cunt is dripping, and I squeeze my legs together, desperately hoping Cole won't notice how turned on I am.

Cole flips up my skirt, baring my thong covered ass. I feel a cool breeze hit my bare skin, and I shiver. Cole rubs his warm, big hand against my exposed globe. I hold my breath as he sneaks it closer and closer to my cunt. Just when I think he's about to make contact, he pulls back and viciously pulls down my thong.

For some reason, removing my thong somehow makes this ten times more embarrassing, even though my entire ass was displayed in the thong.

I squeeze my eyes, hoping Cole will get on with it, but he doesn't. Instead, he teases me. Slowly, torturously. Deliciously.

"How do you feel, darling?" He drawls, lightly drawing a finger between my cheeks, and then just barely caressing my folds. I have to hold my breath to stop myself from gasping. His hand moves higher up my folds, inching towards my clit.

"Fine," I whisper, willing myself to remain stoic. I refuse to give in to this. To show him how much I want this.

"Fine? Judging by how soaking wet you are, Jacqueline, I'd say you're more than fine."

Cole suddenly plunges three fingers into my cunt and I gasp automatically. My cheeks redden as I realize what I've done, and Cole chuckles.

"There's no point trying to hide it from me, Jacqueline," Cole says, "I know you like this. Just admit it. Tell me you're a dirty little slut, and we can get back in the car."

"No," I say, teeth gritted. Part of me is mad at Cole, but a larger part of me is turned on by our back and forth exchange. I want Cole to challenge me. To make me give in.

"Do you know your safeword, Jacqueline?" Cole asks.

"Yes," I mutter.

"What is it?"

"Electron," I say, rolling my eyes.

Cole lands a harsh spank to my left ass cheek.

"Ow! What was that for?" I ask.

"For rolling your eyes at me."

"I didn't roll my eyes."

SMACK!

This time, his hand lands across my right cheek.

"The sooner you stop lying, the sooner I can get you back to my place and fuck you silly on every surface."

A warm, tingly sensation grows in my pussy at Cole's words.

"Would you like that, Jacqueline?" He asks me. He inserts two fingers into my slit, and starts to very slowly pump them in and out of me. "To be fucked on every surface of my house? Filled up in every single one of your slutty holes? Fucked so hard that your voice is hoarse from screaming my name."

Every dirty word Cole says makes my pussy get wetter and the heat between my legs grow hotter. I start panting and pushing my pink ass against him, begging for more. I don't want to want him, but the more magic his fingers work, the greater the urge to give in becomes.

He lightly brushes my clit with the pad of his thumb, and I feel my knees buckle as pleasure sweeps through my body.

"Just admit it, Jacqueline," he says, whispering in my ear. "Admit that you're my dirty little slut and this can all be over."

I don't know if it's pride or desire that's driving my stubbornness, but I can't give in to him. Not yet.

I say nothing.

"It's your funeral, baby," he says. He slips a finger into my cunt and increases the pressure on my button. The orgasm brewing in my core intensifies a thousandfold, and I feel my heartbeat quicken.

"Cole, stop, I'm about, I'm about ..."

I can't bring myself to say the word orgasm.

"About to what, sweetheart? Just say the safeword and I'll stop. But you don't want that, do you? You want to cum like a dirty little slut on my fingers. Right here, on the side of the road. Isn't't that right?"

The pressure in my cunt is mounting, and I know it's only a matter of seconds now.

"No, no," I murmur, still protesting. I'm waging an inner war with myself between giving in and holding out, but as my climax approaches, I realize that both desires are funneling me in the same direction, giving in. Submitting to Cole. Right now, in public, for the whole world to see.

"Cum for me, slut," Cole says.

My breath catches in my throat and I shatter. I start cumming desperately on Cole fingers. I lean into the hood of the car, pressing my tits right up against it as spasms of pleasure rock my body. Cole clamps a hand down over my mouth, quieting me. As I'm cumming, I remember that we're in public.

The dirtiness of it all sends a hot flash of embarrassment and desire through my core. I cum harder. My cunt squeezes Cole fingers, contracting around him. I momentarily feel all of my muscles stiffen as ecstasy wraps my body from head to toe.

My orgasm gradually fades, and reality takes its place.

"You're going to be a lot more fun than I thought, princess," Cole says. He pulls up my soggy thong and pulls down my skirt. "Now get in the car."

Still dazed from my orgasm, and perplexed by Cole's cryptic comment, I slide into the passenger seat and relax into the buttery leather.