Declaration To Submit

DECLARATION TO SUBMIT

Jennifer Leeland

Declaration to Submit

Copyright © October 2013 by Jennifer Leeland

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eISBN 9781623004880

Editor: Jana Armstrong

Cover Artist: Scott Carpenter

Published in the United States of America

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Chapter One

I don’t know how I let you talk me into this. Nell made an effort not to stare, unlike her two companions. Stop ogling everyone’s butt, Tori. She elbowed her friend.

No way. You’ve always nixed any plans to go to a BDSM club or a leather bar. I’m not missing my chance to play with a real Dominant. Tori smiled at a tall man across the room and raised her glass. It’s Las Vegas, Nell Armstrong. What happens in Las Vegas, blah blah blah. She tossed back the tequila shot and grinned.

It was difficult to know where to look. The whole bar contained evidence of kink. There was a man in a booth with the woman on a leash who knelt on a pillow at his feet. There was the woman in a gray business suit who stopped her female companion from eating and hand-fed her while holding her wrist in a controlling vise.

After all those policy meetings, I’m going to need a lot more alcohol, Gina said and waved to the bartender.

It was important for the new company to clarify the employee agreement we signed. Nell knew she sounded prim. She couldn’t help herself. Even with her two closest friends.

Tori snorted. Right. My favorite is when they breezed over the fraternization section but spent two and a half hours on sexual harassment.

Well, you have to admit that section is strange, Gina said with raised eyebrows.

Not to mention the fact that the great Atticus Paulus thought he had to give us the whole spiel in private, Tori added.

I noticed you didn’t ask any questions, Gina said and nudged Tori with a playful elbow.

Tori shook her head. No way. Atticus Paulus makes me nervous. She cleared her throat and turned to Nell. What did it say? Something about a D/s relationship? It was weird.

I’ve got it right here, Nell said and reached in her bag.

Tori shook her head. Don’t you ever stop working?

When Nell dragged out the file she’d jammed under her purse, she glanced up to lock gazes with the sexiest man she’d ever seen. She froze and drowned in a pair of dark brown eyes that focused on her face like a laser. He assessed her slowly, and not in an I want to fuck you way but something…more potent. The bar was filled with several of ConFed’s upper management, so she wasn’t shocked that he seemed familiar. Something about the way he considered her went beyond a casual perusal, and she had the sensation that the floor had dropped out from beneath her feet. She took a deep breath and tried to make her pulse slow. It seemed ridiculous, but she clutched the papers in front of her like a shield, wanting to hide from the knowing evaluation.

Let me see that. Gina snatched the papers away. Yep. Here it is. ‘If any employee of ConFed declares themselves available for a Dominant/submissive relationship within the confines of company policy, they shall be employed by the most senior officer for such relationship.’ Can you imagine? She laughed. Being sold to the highest bidder? Or in this case, the highest ranked officer.

With an effort, Nell focused on Gina’s words and turned away from the man’s compelling appraisal. That’s not what it says, Nell said and met Gina’s amused gaze. It has several stipulations that imply the relationship must be consensual.

You just say that because it’s always been your secret fantasy to be dominated, Tori said with a wicked grin.

Not secret enough, I guess, Nell said sharply. She hadn’t concealed it, but she hadn’t acted on her desires, and Gina knew it. A lot of it had to do with finding someone she could trust enough to try something different with. That hadn’t been easy to do.

Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Tori raised her hands in surrender. You’re vanilla. You’re normal. Hell, you’re the most efficiently normal person I know.

I am most definitely not vanilla, and you know it, Nell said hotly and then wondered if she’d been drinking too much. Nope. There was her shot glass, still full.

You won’t let me take you to the gatherings, Gina stated. She was right, and Nell had to admit it if only to herself. Gina had offered to take Nell to get-togethers for kinky people in the Los Angeles area. Even though Nell had looked the gatherings up online, she still balked at attending one. Dabbling online anonymously was a far cry from real, face-to-face meetings, but she couldn’t take that next step. Munches or clubs or gatherings all meant she had to reveal there was one aspect of her life she didn’t do perfectly, and that was her sex life.

I know, Nell said and laughed. Okay. The whole thing is insane. I checked with legal, and they said that it’s a slippery slope. In other words, if an employee denies making the declaration, there’s definitely an out. In fact, the company lawyer had been clear that he’d never seen anything like it and was sure there was no legal basis for it. For that reason, he said signing it actually committed her to nothing. What was very odd was the clause seemed to be part of the upper management’s agreements only, which included Gina, Tori, and herself as support staff.

But the clause had brought Nell’s intense desire to explore her submissive side to the forefront. As the stress of the preceding six months bore down on her, those desires were the last thing she needed. Yet, even as the section of the agreement, a section that seemed aimed only at a few of them, posed questions in Nell’s mind, she didn’t broach the subject with any of the senior staff from ConFed. Interestingly enough, neither did her two friends.

I can picture it now, Gina said and clasped her hands in front of her. Oh, please, Master, please can I file that form?

Nell giggled. Stop it.

Tori snickered. It’s more like ‘Oh, Master, don’t spank me, but I forgot to staple that contract.’

The three of them degenerated into laughter. It could work, Nell finally said. It’s better than any other offer from a man I’ve had lately. Besides, there’s something arousing about being spanked for a typo.

A man with a flogger isn’t going to waltz in and ask you on a date, Tori said and nudged Nell’s shot glass closer.

Well, one should, Nell said drily. What the hell, she thought, and tossed the drink back. It burned her throat and belly. I just haven’t had time to find one. I’m working.

It’s not a good idea to look for him at work, Gina said, and something in her bitter tone made Nell peer closer to study her friend’s face. Gina had been moodier lately, but Nell had attributed that to the takeover, which was a huge mess for those who worked in the public relations department. Of course, the whole takeover had caused a lot of chaos, and Nell hadn’t had a chance to have a good bitch session with her friends.

No, I suppose not, though Atticus Paulus was one of the hottest men I’ve seen in a purple tie. Nell sighed. Why wasn’t she attracted to the acquisitions officer from ConFed? His dark East Indian features gave him an exotic look that appealed to her but didn’t translate into something sexual. She guessed things about Atticus though, subtle hints to his personality that most people might not have caught. Had Gina and Tori? The man was clearly a sexual Dominant. Nell couldn’t put her finger on what made her sure of it, but it was there. Maybe it was the way he delivered his financial numbers or his confidence when he’d open her door, as if it was more than a courtesy. He had never done anything remotely inappropriate, but Nell was positive he would be at home at those gatherings Gina had mentioned.

Sure enough, Tori snorted. That guy is a smooth-talking ladies’ man.

Gina giggled. "He’s amazing. He made me crazy when he talked about sexual harassment in the workplace. And he’s one of those senior officers."

Tori raised her eyebrows. Are you saying you’d have a kinky relationship with him? She wagged her finger. Careful. That could be viewed as making yourself available. And you’d have to tell him you swing for both teams.

At Gina’s pinched look, Nell stepped in. You should keep your voice down, she said. There are a lot of our coworkers here. Not to mention the man with the mesmerizing brown eyes still lingered at the bar.

Nell scanned the bar and was impressed with how it was set up. It had clearly been built to give patrons privacy. The booths were in small recesses with partitions that hid what went on behind them. In those spaces, a man could have a woman on her knees, servicing him, his hand buried in her hair to hold her in place.

Nell shook her head. After everything that had happened in the last six months, she could use a mind-bending sexual experience where she didn’t have to give a written memo to have an orgasm. Despite her giggles at the fraternization clause, it aroused her to think she could be taken over, a demand for submission. It was one thing, however, to fantasize about getting on her knees on command and quite another to actually do it. It seemed to require courage she didn’t have.

Admit it, Nell, Tori said with a grin. It’s a declaration you’d love to make.

Nell opened her mouth to refute Tori’s statement but couldn’t. You know I would. I can’t deny that I’m tempted. But I can’t see it ever happening. She sighed and shook her head. Can’t we talk about something other than work?

Movement to her left caught her eye, and she noticed the man with the gorgeous brown eyes carried two drinks away from the bar. He’d probably heard the whole embarrassing conversation. Shit. Nell sighed. Another good-looking man chased off by her real self. Why was she