Saved by Submission by Laney Rogers Read Free Book Online

He’d said he needed to rest before the long trip back to Tennessee. She knew it would take hours to get there, and, surprisingly, knowing he’d be so far away, saddened her.
    Jesus, she’d only met him a few hours ago. Get a grip, Megan, she chided herself. Defiantly, she plumped up her pillow, pulled the comforter tightly around her and settled down to sleep.
    * * * *
    Jacob lay in his bunk in the truck, with one hand behind his head. Slowly, he sipped an ice-cold soda that he’d grabbed from the well-stocked fridge, wishing it was a beer instead.
    Well, it had turned out to be quite an evening, after all. The little sub, so new to the scene, had delighted him. There was no doubt about that. She was innocent about the lifestyle, but obviously had no trouble taking care of herself.
    Strong, and independent, yet so obviously submissive. A great combination, he thought, laying there in the darkness, remembering her firm responsive breasts and lush, round ass.
    Hopefully, there would be many more opportunities to spank it, and watch the pale cheeks turn that lovely pink color. Maybe on Friday he would put her over one of the spanking benches and show her what a fun spanking was like. If the orgasm she had had tonight was anything to go by, then her response was going to be well worth the wait.
    Unless the little sub had a change of heart, and backed out.
    He thought about how she’d reacted to him tonight. She was gutsy, certainly; and when he’d punished her for arguing with him, her apology had been real.
    No, she would be there, he was sure of it. And what surprised him was how much he was looking forward to it already.
    He’d promised himself, a while ago, not to get caught up in anything too serious. Getting over such a destructive marriage took time. Apparently more time than he’d thought, seeing as the only woman he had been involved with, since the divorce, had gone from being a friendly, fun-loving submissive to a psycho stalker who’d insisted on calling him at least fifteen times a day, wanting his undivided attention, twenty three hours out of twenty four. At least she seemed to have backed off, now, though. It must have been at least four days since he’d heard anything from her.
    Jacob ran a hand through his short dark hair and took another sip of soda. It had been a relief to take to the open road and get away from all that garbage for a while. Thank God for Virginia, his personal assistant, whom he knew could take care of everything while he was out of town.
    He smiled to himself. If his down to earth, practical, prim and proper PA only knew about the lifestyle her boss enjoyed. But that was something that would never happen. Virginia was like a second mother to him, warm, caring and constantly fussing about whether he had eaten properly or slept enough. Virginia was a sweetheart.
    Unfortunately, that was more than could be said for his real mother. A cold, impersonal woman, Nancy West had been more concerned with her network of socially acceptable friends than her husband or children.
    His father had moved out when Jacob was thirteen. Apparently, he hadn’t been able to tolerate his wife coming from money, and had always felt like a spare part within her rich entitled lifestyle. That’s what he had told Jacob, on the few occasions the two of them had met since the divorce.
    Of course, knowing that his mother had had several affairs, and had not tried to hide the fact in the least, probably had a lot to do with his father leaving as well.
    His home, not exactly the happiest place to be, had inspired Jacob to leave as soon as was earthly possible, and on the day of his sixteenth birthday, he had packed a bag and gone to live with his grandmother in Tennessee.
    The elderly lady had welcomed him with open arms, knowing what her son and daughter-in-law were like. The only hurtful thing was that his mother had not even tried to keep in touch after he left.
    For the first sixteen years of his life, he had