Submitting to My Father's Driver

ARIA POV

"Smile, Aria." My dad said quietly. The warning in his made my spine stiffen. I've heard that tone my entire life.

Around us were ballroom decorations, the hall and lounge were filled with wealthy guests, expensive champagne, and fake laughter.

Everyone looked happy.

It was the perfect ball party.

But standing beside my father, forced to greet people I barely knew, made me feel like a decoration placed beside him.

My smile stayed on my lips, but my fingers kept tightening around the champagne glass.

I found myself staring at the ballroom doors again... wondering how long before I could leave.

I kept the smile on my face anyway. Years of practice made it easy.

"Mr Bennett, your daughter is stunning tonight," one of his business partners said his eyes lingering a beat too long.

"Pervert," I muttured under my breath.

"Thank you," my father replied grinning, resting his firm hand on my shoulder. "Aria understands how important these events are, and she makes sure to dress her best."

Important.

That was his favourite word to use.

Everything in my life was important to him, my school, my friends, even the way I dressed, even who I dated.

Everything except what I actually wanted.

I scowl at the thought of how he stopped me from joining the dance crew in my school. Insisting it is 'noble like' and I would end up worthless like my elder sister who absconds with her boyfriend after much pressure from him.

She grew tired of being told what to do and being Daddy's pet.

Sometimes I wondered what my life would look like if I made even one decision for myself. If I decide to follow my elder sister's footsteps.

But I know it wouldn't be as easy as it looks.

Just as another guest approached us, I heard a familiar whisper beside me.

"God, you look like you're held hostage."

I turned slightly and saw Ashley, my best friend, holding a glass of champagne with a mischievous smile.

I felt relieved instantly at the sight of her. Ashley was also dragged here by her father. However, the difference between mine and hers was that he made sure she was genuinely happy and had a good time.

I stared at her wild curls and that tattoo peeking from her sleeve, something her dad actually encouraged. While mine must even see a single dot on me

"You have no idea," I muttered cenching my fist behind my back to hide any hint of frustration.

Ashley leaned closer, lowering her voice. "I sure do. You look like you want to run away from here," she added, grinning.

"Of course. Any chance I get I would."

"Then escape with me for a day." She muttered in a low voice.

I frowned. "Escape where?"

Her smile widened.

"The kind of place your father would lose his mind if he knew you were there."

I stared at her like a lost puppy.

Ashley lifted her glass and took a slow sip. "I'm serious," she said. "Let's get out of here, the event is getting boring anyway."

I glanced at my father. He was already having a deep conversation with another group of businessmen, laughing loudly like he owned the room.

Which, technically, he did.

"You know, he'll notice if I disappear," I said.

Ashley rolled her eyes. "Please. Your father is too busy impressing his partners to realise his daughter vanished. Besides, it's dark, he wouldn't even notice. He would think you've gone back home."

She leaned closer. "Besides... I know somewhere far more interesting than this boring ballroom."

I raised an eyebrow. "Interesting how?"

Her smile turned darker. "Dangerously interesting."

That should have been enough to make me say no. Because I know Ashley's definition of dangerous isnʼt something good.

My father had spent my entire life warning me about dangerous places and dangerous people.

But standing there in this suffocating dress, smiling at strangers while my father paraded me around like part of his business empire...

Danger suddenly sounded appealing.

"What kind of place are we talking about?" I asked with more interest.

Ashley glanced around making sure no one was listening.

Then she lowered her voice even further. "A private club."

I frowned. "That doesn't sound very shocking, exciting or dangerous."

"Oh," she gasped still smiling. "It's not the normal kind of club".

The way she said it made something tighten in my chest.

"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously.

Ashley leaned closer until her lips were almost touching my ear.

"The kind of place you would lose your cool when you see."

I stared at her. "That sounds like a terrible idea."

Her grin widened.

"Exactly."

Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and tugged me gently.

"Come on. One night of freedom won't kill you. You've never truly experienced what is called."

I hesitated, staring at my father.

Across the room, he threw his head back in laughter as someone praised his latest business deal.

He didn't even glance in my direction. It's like he even forgot I was here with him.

For a moment, something rebellious sparked inside me.

Maybe Ashley was right, maybe I deserved one night that wasn't controlled by my father.

I exhaled slowly. "Fine," I muttered.

Ashley's eyes lit up. "Perfect."

She slipped her arm through mine and guided me toward the exit.

Ashley and I move through the side door of the ballroom, slipping past guards and curious guests.

The city air hits me, and I inhale loudly taking in the air. For the first time tonight, I can breathe.

Ashley grins. "See? Much better out here. Come on, the fun really begins."

I hesitate, looking back at the glittering ballroom. My father is still laughing, shaking hands, unaware I've escaped.

"Are you sure this place is... safe?" I whisper.

Ashley smirks. "Safe? Probably not. But it's the kind of place your father would lose his mind over. And trust me, you'll love it."

My heart thunders with a mixture of fear and excitement. Maybe I need this... one night to be mine.

The door shut behind us with a heavy thud, cutting off the fake laughter and clinking glasses from the ballroom. Suddenly, the air felt different, it was cooler. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat.

The ride to the place was short. Immediately we got out of the car, and Ashley squeezed my arm. "Breathe, Aria. You're okay."

We walked down a short, dark passage. Red and gold lights glowed softly from the wall making it scream danger. My heels clicked on the concrete floor. Each step made me rethink my action.

Then the passage opened into a huge room.

It was dark, warm and dangerous. Chains hung from the ceiling, catching the light and glittering like stars. Low music filled the air. Soft moans and loud gasps floated around us, and every sound hit me.

My skin prickled. My nipples tightened against the inside of my dress before I could stop them.

To the left, a naked woman was tied to a big wooden X on the wall. Her arms and legs were spread wide, her wrists and ankles locked in thick black cuffs. Her pink dripping pussy was on display for everyone to see.

A man stood behind her, dragging a soft leather whip slowly across her bare back. The tails brushed her skin softly she shivered.

Then the whip landed on her back. Not too hard, but enough to make her gasp loudly and arch her back. Her mouth opened in a silent cry that turned into a low, shaky moan.

Red lines spread across her skin. She looked... lost in it. Like the sting was melting into something sweet deep inside her.

I pressed my thighs together without thinking. A warm feeling spread across my lower belly.

Ashley whispered, "You feel that?"

I couldn't answer. My mouth was dry.

Next to them was a bench. A man lay across it, naked from the waist down, his wrists and ankles tied down. A woman in shiny black boots stood beside him. She rubbed slow circles on his ass with her palm, she was gentle, almost kind, then lifted a wide leather paddle.

Smack.

His whole body jerked. A red handprint appeared instantly. He groaned deep in his throat, his hips moved against the bench like he couldn't help it.

She leaned down, her lips close to his ear, whispering something I couldn't hear. His cock hardened instantly and began to leak with precum. She smiled, then smacked him again.

"Harder." He cried out this, a raw, needy sound that made heat flood between my legs.

I felt myself get wet, just from watching. My breath came short, my hands shook a little.

Everywhere I looked, people were touching, tasting, hurting, soothing themselves.

Ahead of me a man knelt between a woman's thighs spread wide on a couch, she was blindfolded, her hands tied behind him. She rode his face slowly, grinding down while he flicked her desperately.

Her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling it hard. His muffled moans vibrated against her. She threw her head back and came with a sharp cry that echoed through the red room.

My whole body felt too hot, and my clit throbbed with every second. I wanted to squeeze my legs together harder, but I was afraid I'd moan if I did.

Ashley leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. Her breath was warm and still smelled faintly of champagne.

"Still think this is a bad idea?" she asked, her voice husky.

I swallowed. My voice came out small and shaky. "I... I can't think straight."

She laughed softly. "Good. That means it's working."

I dragged my eyes away from the scene in front of me, trying to calm my racing heart. The room felt too hot, too loud, and too intense.

And yet I couldn't stop looking. Then suddenly, the music lowered, but not completely. Just enough that people started shifting slightly.

The change was subtle, but noticeable.

A few heads turned toward the entrance of the room.

Some moved aside, like they were making space. I frowned, following their gaze.

A tall man stepped into the room, he wasn't dressed like the others.

He has no mask or leather.

Just black pants, a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and the quiet confidence of someone who didn't need to prove anything.

He walked slowly through the crowd.

People greeted him with nods, and some stepped aside immediately. Others watched him with something close to respect, or fear.

My stomach tightened.

"Who is that?" I whispered.

Ashley didn't answer immediately. Instead, she gave a low chuckle.

"Oh wow," she murmured. "You really picked a night."

I looked at her, confused. "What does that mean?"

She leaned closer to my ear againn. "That," she said softly, "is the most feared and respected dominant in this club. Good with making his submissive feel both pain and pleasure."

My eyes snapped back to him. As if he felt it, the man suddenly stopped walking.

He lifted his head slowly.

Our eyes met across the crowded room. And for a second, everything around us disappeared.

His gaze moved slowly over my face... his eyes held an unreadable expression.

My heart slammed harder inside me.

I had the strange feeling that he could see everything.

The nerves, the curiosity, the heat still burning under my skin, the drip between my tigh.

Then, slowly he lifted the corner of his mouth into a smirk.

And he started walking toward me.

ARIA POV

The man stopped a few steps in front of me.

Close up, he was even more intimidating. He is tall, calm, with broad shoulders. He seems completely in control of himself.

The red lights of the room shone across his face, casting a dark shadows along his jaw. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms, revealing his strong hands, filled with tattoos that looked as if they were used to being obeyed.

He studied me quietly, he wasn't just staring at me, but observing me. Like I was something interesting he had just discovered.

Then he spoke. "First time here." His voice held authority behind it.

It wasn't a question.

My spine straightened immediately, was it really that obvious? I lifted my chin, trying not to look nervous.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "Only to someone who knows this place well." He answered with so much confidence.

Something about his, calmness and confidence made my stomach tighten. He extended his hand toward me.

"Adrian."

Just Adrian, no last name.

I hesitated for half a second before placing my hand in his.

His grip was warm and gentle.

The moment our fingers touched, I almost pulled my hand back.

"Aria," I said.

His eyes shifted downward weighing me.

"Aria," he repeated slowly.

The way he said my name made heat creep up the back of my neck. Then his gaze drifted around the room before returning to me again.

"You're watching everything with rapt attention." He said out of the blues.

I frowned. "What does that mean?" I asked.

He tilted his head slightly.

"People who belong here or comes here often don't look that shocked."

I crossed my arms. "Maybe I'm just observant."

A small smile appeared on his lips.

"Maybe."

Then he leaned a little closer, lowering his voice just enough that only I could hear.

"Or maybe you walked into something you don't understand, something strange."

A soft shiver ran down my spine.

I looked away from him and glanced around the room again.

Chains hung from the ceiling. Soft music filled the atmosphere. People moving around us like this place was completely normal to them.

But to me... it still felt unreal, I didn't know a place like this existed.

"What exactly is this place?" I asked quietly.

Adrian followed my gaze calmly. "It's a private club."

"That, I figured."

His expression didn't change.

"It's built on rules, trust, control, submission, and domination."

The last word made something twist in my chest.

Control.

I had lived my entire life under someone else's control. My father decided everything for me, my school, my friends, my schedule. Even the way I dressed at events like tonight.

Adrian continued speaking, his voice calm and composed.

"Nothing happens here unless both people agree to it."

I blinked.

"That's... surprising."

He looked at me.

"Why?"

I shrugged slightly.

"It just doesn't look that way."

His gaze softened slightly, like he understood what I meant.

"Control here is chosen," he said. "Not forced."

That sentence stayed in my mind longer than it should have.

Chosen.

For some reason, that idea fascinated me.

I suddenly remembered something and turned quickly.

"Ashley?"

My eyes searched the room, but she wasn't beside me anymore. I spun around.

"She was just here."

Adrian followed my gaze calmly.

Then he glanced across the room and nodded slightly.

"She left with someone."

My heart jumped. "What?" I gasped in shock.

He looked back at me. "Relax. She's fine."

"You sound very sure," I answered.

"I know the people here." He replied, and the confidence in his voice made it hard to argue.

Still, my chest felt tight. Now, I realised something. I was alone.

Completely alone, with him.

Adrian seemed to notice the change in my expression.

"You're thinking about leaving. You're scared." He said.

I blinked.

"How do you know that?" I question in shock.

"Because part of you seems excited and lightened up," he said calmly. He paused. "... and the other part is terrified."

I let out a nervous laugh. "Maybe you're just guessing," I muttered, trying my best to sound bold.

His dark eyes held mine. "I never guess." He growled.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

The music beat softly around us. People moved through the room, laughing, talking, whispering, smooching, and sexing.

But somehow the space between us felt strangely quiet.

Then Adrian lifted his hand and gestured toward the hallway behind me.

"The exit is that way."

My eyes followed the direction he pointed. Then he gestured deeper into the club.

"Or..." His voice lowered slightly. "You can stay."

My heart began beating faster.

"... and learn why people come here."

I swallowed hard.

For the first time in years, no one was telling me what to do. The choice was right in my hand.

I looked toward the exit again. If I left now, everything would go back to normal.

My father's rules, my father's life, are controlled by him.

Then I looked back at Adrian. Something rebellious sparked inside my chest again.

"What happens if I stay?" I asked quietly.

Adrian studied me for a long moment. Then he reached out and gently took my hand.

My heart skipped a bit.

"Then I show you." He whispered, his voice deeper and darker.

My heart pounded in my chest as he turned and began leading me deeper into the club.

The music grew louder, and the lights grew darker.

And as I followed him into only God knows, one thought echoed in my mind.

Maybe tonight would change everything.

Or maybe...

I had just made the most dangerous decision of my life.

Aria POV

Adrian did not rush me. He took his time, which made me feel a little more at ease.

He led me down a narrow hallway covered with black silk curtains. The deeper we walked, the quieter it became. My heels slammed loudly against the floor, and my heart beat fast in my chest each passing seconds.

He stopped in front of a plain wooden door. It looked simple and normal on the outside. He opened it slowly and stepped aside for me to enter.

The room inside was smaller than the main hall. A warm amber lamp glowed in the corner, which lighten up the space gently.

At the center of the room was a wide black leather bench, with a hand cuffs attached to each corner, then at the other end was a longer cuff which caught my attention.

"What is this," I asked pointing to the second cuff, about to walk towards it, but Adrian held my hand stopping me from moving further.

"Spreader bar, itʼs used to cuff the leg."

The mention of that made my clench my leg in anticipation. But I said nothing more.

On the wall were different tools neatly arranged, silk ropes, leather straps, paddles, and a dark flogger. I know all this because Ashley give me books to read on this. I didn't even suspect she was into stuffs like this.

Nothing in there looked violent.

Everything looked carefully placed.

Adrian closed the door behind us. The soft click made the room feel private.

"No pressure," he said calmly. "We stop the moment you say stop. If you say red, everything ends immediately."

I nodded slowly.

"Okay."

"I wonʼt go indepth with you because you seems new to this."

I nodded again.

He stepped closer. I could smell him now, his clean soap, warm skin, and a faint smell of cigarettes.

My body reacted instantly.

My nipples hardened under my dress, and a slow heat spread between my legs.

"Turn around," he said gently.

And I obeyed.

His fingers found the zipper on my dress. He pulled it down bit by bit in a slow and sensual way, his thumb rubbing the nape of my neck, down to my spine in a circular motion. Cool air touched my back as the fabric slid off my shoulders.

The dress fell to the floor.

I stood there in only my black lace panties, bra, and heels.

Without thinking, I crossed my arms over my chest feeling too exposed.

"Arms down," he commanded with a thick voice that made me shiver.

I lowered them instantly.

He walked around me slowly, his eyes moving over my body. Not in a way that made my cringe. More like he was studying and accessing me.

"Beautiful," he said. His eyes focused on my hardened nipple with was now obvious through my lacy bra.

The word made red rush to my cheek, and warmth spread through my stomach.

He guided me toward what I assumed to be a bondage bench.

"Lie down," he said. "Face up." He whispered against my ear. He doesn't sound like the cool Adrian from earlier.

I climbed onto the leather bench. It was slightly warm, and my heart was racing.

He secured the cuffs around my wrists first. The leather was soft and comfortable.

Then he secured my ankles.

My body was open and exposed. I tested the restraints slightly.

They held me in place.

He stood beside me, looking down at me. My boobs in display for him.

"Color?" he asked.

"Purple," I whispered.

He picked up a piece of black silk.

"Blindfold?"

I hesitated, then nodded.

The silk covered my eyes, and darkness filled my vision. Suddenly every small feeling became stronger, the cool air on my skin, the sound of his breathing, the soft movement of the leather.

His fingers brushed lightly across my collarbone.

Then he moved lower, to my chest, then my boobs. He circled one nipple gently through my bra. Leaving a feeling have never experienced before.

I gasped softly.

"Good girl," he murmured.

The praise made heat rush through my body.

He removed my bra slowly with so much expertise. The cool air touched my skin, making me shiver at the sensation.

Then his mouth replaced the cold air.

His lips were warm against my hardened nipple. His tongue moved slowly around me, sending pleasure through my chest.

I arched slightly against the cuffs.

He kissed down my stomach down to my thigh, slowly.

When he slid my panties down my legs, a soft moan escaped my lips.

Now I was completely exposed. His breath brushed my inner thigh.

So close, but not close enough.

"Tell me what you want," he said quietly.

I bit my lip.

"I... I don't know." I said, finding it difficult to understand what I'm craving.

"Yes, you do."

His fingers traced between my thighs, barely touching it.

I whimpered. "Please..."

"Please what?" He asked softly.

"Touch me." I said, twisting uncontrollably.

"Where?"

My face felt hot. "Between my legs."

He nodded his head grinning from ear to ear. Slowly he slid one finger through my wetness.

circling my clit.

Then stopped.

I whimpered again.

"Patience," he murmured.

Then he slipped two fingers inside me. He moved them slowly at first, pressing down my clit until a burst of pleasure made me cry out.

My body arched.

He moved faster. My breathing became uneven.

He continued with his finger, then he placed his finger with his tongue the pleasure exploded through my body.

I came with a loud cry, my legs shaking and my back arching against the restraints.

He kept going, drawing the pleasure out until I was trembling.

"Please... Adrian... it's too much..."

He finally slowed down. He kissed my thigh gently.

I lay there shaking, trying to catch my breath. He removed the blindfold.

The soft light returned, and his dark eyes were watching me carefully. He unfastened the cuffs.

I thought it was over.

But it wasn't.

He helped me up and gently bent me over the edge of the bench. My chest pressed against the leather while my hips stay up in the air slightly.

His hand slid slowly down my back.

"You're shaking," he said.

"I know." I replied, still shaking at the wave of pleasure.

"Still purple?" he asked.

"Yes."

His hand struck my ass lightly.

I gasped.

Another slap followed. Slightly harder than the previous. He kept on spanking, rubbing, and soothing with his hands.

The sting quickly turned into pleasure, quickly. I moaned enjoying every bit of this.

He continued slowly, building a steady rhythm until warmth spread across my skin.

Then he stopped, kissing my earlobe softly.

I heard the sound of his zipper. A moment later, I felt something urge press against me.

He leaned close to my ear.

"Say yes." He groaned.

"Yes," I whispered. "Please."

With that he entered me slowly. The feeling was deep and amazing.

A broken moan escaped my lips.

He moved roughly into me, holding my hips firmly. One of his hands reached around and touched my clit again.

He moved in a rapid motion, going deeper and faster. With each thrust he spank my ass making me cry louder.

Mintiues later I came hard, my leg shaking uncontrollably.

"A...Adrian," I cried out his name without thinking.

Moments later he followed, pouring his hot release on my back his breath heavy against my neck.

Afterward, he wrapped a soft blanket around me and held me close.

I rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

For the first time in years, I felt calm, free.

Alive.

*************************************************

When I woke up later, the room was quiet.

A soft golden light filled the space, coming from the small lamp in the corner. For a moment, I stayed still, trying to remember where I was.

Then the memories of the night slowly returned.

The club.

Adrian.

My lips curved into a small smile as I turned to the side.

But the other half of the bench was empty.

The blanket beside me was cold.

My smile faded instantly.

"Adrian?" I called softly.

My voice sounded strange in the quiet room.

No answer.

I sat up slowly, the blanket slipping down to my lap. My body still felt warm and sore from the night before.

The room looked the same, the leather bench, the dim lamp.The toys neatly hanging on the wall.

But he was gone.

My eyes moved around the room again, searching for clue... just anything.

That was when I noticed the small folded paper on the table beside the bench.

My chest tightened as I reached for it.

For some reason, I hesitated before opening it.

Finally, I unfolded the paper.

The message was short.

__Sometimes we are meant to enjoy pleasure just once, and keep it as memories__.

**A**

I stared at the words for a long moment.

A strange ache formed in my chest. It didn't make sense, I barely knew him.

It had only been one night.

Just a few hours with a man whose last name I didn't even know. Yet it felt like I had know him all my life, my heart broke into multiple pieces.

I slowly folded the note again and placed it back on the table.

Then I stood up and gathered my clothes from the floor with tears in my eyes.

My legs felt weak as I dressed.

When I finally stepped out of the room, the club was still active. With both men and women doing thier things.

Music played softly in the background.

People laughed, talked, and moved through the dim lights like nothing had changed.

I walked through the crowd quietly, keeping my eyes down. No one stopped me, no one seemed to notice me leaving.

When I finally reached the exit, I pushed the door open and stepped outside. I thought about Ashley, but I know she would be fine.

The coo breeze rushed against my skin.

I inhaled deeply, letting the cold air fill my lungs.

For a moment, I stood there on the sidewalk, staring at the dark street ahead.

Then I started walking. I didn't look back at the building behind me.

Tears blurred my vision, but I blinked them away.

I told myself it didn't matter, It had only been one night.

Just a moment, just a memory to hold on to. That was all it was ever meant to be.

I hoped I was wrong, I hoped I would see him again.

And the thought of that scared me more than anything.