Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,5
to know that a new member has requested to sit down with Jewel in the next couple of hours about becoming his sub.”
Anton’s vehicle issue is something of the past and not a blip on my radar anymore. I make it to my car, shifting it into gear and speeding from downtown Seattle to Ballard in less than fifteen minutes.
Chapter Two
Jewel
I gaze at my reflection in the mirror at the person looking back at me. I’ve always been told I’m pretty, and I guess in my long blond locks, natural curves, and the green eyes of my reflection, I see it, but why doesn’t he?
I’ve never been this girl. I’ve never pined for another. The only boy I’ve kissed was Johnny Carrol. His mother is best friends with my mom. It makes sense on paper that we’d date, marry, and Johnny would take over my dad’s church.
Last night, it all came to a head when Johnny came over to ask me for a long engagement as he would court me before the wedding date. It had been so very formal and not romantic in the least. And never has he turned me on—not for one second.
Sometimes, the most logical plans are the most boring, too, and when I told my parents I wouldn’t marry Johnny, my father almost flew through our roof. Dad doesn’t support me in wanting a higher education. I was offered a scholarship, but he’d hidden it from me until it was too late.
To add fuel to the fire, my taste and desires are not of the good book that my father preaches from. He’d once led an hour-long sermon on missionary sex and why anything beyond that is considered unbiblical.
I stare at the phone in my hand. Why doesn’t he want me? I’d seen something in his eyes that night. I was more than a simple piece for him. On the nights I’m at the club, he quietly watches me. Whenever a man approaches me, he stands at the threshold between the main club and the submissive lounge. And I might have only spent one night with Maddox Sobota, but he imprinted himself on my heart.
“Juliana, sweetheart.” My mom’s sweet voice calls through the door, but she doesn’t wait for an answer before she cracks it open. “Sugar, breakfast is ready. Your dad would like to talk to you, too.”
I roll my eyes, but my mom has turned around without saying much more to me. It’s an odd dynamic. My dad rules the house with an iron fist, and my mother follows his lead and never questions him.
And I wonder why submission is my thing? I knew it was for me well over three years ago when my sexual appetite reached a boiling point, and I knew that I wanted something special in life. Maybe seeing the submissive way of women in my church is engrained in me, though I knew missionary sex was not. Doing research one night after I first saw Maddox's picture and the club, I came across an informative documentary. I understood then that I was submissive. Knowing Dungeon Elite was the only club I’d try, I lucked out, realizing they matched Doms and subs. But I was different than the women in my church. I wanted to choose how to live my life and do it with a man I’d fall so in love with, following him would never be an issue.
I found the Dom I wanted. But it had been three months, and his resolve has been steadfast. He didn’t want me, or it’s what he told himself, but his actions gave me mixed signals. My eyes continue to search my face as a tear falls, and my dad yells for me from the kitchen downstairs.
“Juliana Atkins, I’m waiting.” I’m at my door, turning the handle, as my phone rings.
“Hello,” I whisper. I would have never picked the call up, but I recognized it as the club’s phone number.
“Jewel, this is Master Jay from Dungeon Elite. Can you talk?”
I can’t, not really, not when my father’s voice carries even louder.
“I have a minute, Master Jay. I can call you back, though,” I offer, disappointed it’s not Maddox. It’s been two weeks since I snuck in his office and taunted him, unlike the excellent sub I want to be, only for him.
“Okay, here goes. I have a Dom who wants to sit down with you. He’s new but with great references. I understand where your allegiance lies, but I think this