All Chapters of Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

First things first, locate the room, I tell myself. Dante and I had been over the plan a million times: Locate the target room. It has the number ‘5’ on it, and is near the back of the club. Find a man (preferably drunk) to take me into the room. Distract the man (hence the preference for drunk) and hide the camera Get the hell out of there. Simple, right? After the bouncer’s let me in, I scan the room. It takes my eyes a few minutes to adjust to the combination of darkness and erratic flashing lights. I locate the stage, and figure that the rooms are probably back there. I make my way discreetly through the club, being careful not to jostle any strangers or raise suspicion. I manage to make my way backstage without raising any eyebrows. So far, so good, I tell myself. I look around, and notice a gold letter ‘3’ affixed to a door on my left. I must be close. I move towards the door and get a glimpse of door #5 out of the corner of my eye, when suddenly I feel a firm hand

“... to touch this sweet wet little pussy of yours,” he says as he simultaneously pushes my panties to the side and slips one index finger right in. I’ve been trying to hold back this whole time, but suddenly, I hear myself softly moan. It’s like my body is two steps ahead of me. Acting of its own volition. He catches my eye and smirks. The glint in his eye gives me butterflies, and I thrust my hips toward him in response. Fuck holding back, and fuck self-control. I’m done pretending like I don’t want this. “That’s it, babygirl,” he coaxes me, slipping another finger into my cunt. “Let go and come undone for me. I want to see your beautiful face come apart all over my fingers.” I close my eyes and tilt my head back as he brushes his thumb over my clit. What kind of magic is this man using? He’s barely touched me, but I can already feel my body screaming, reaching a peak. He’s worked me up with words alone, and now that he’s just grazing me, I’m losing all control. “Look at me,”

“They cracked it!” Dante yells. I jump up like a kid at Christmas and run into his office. “What did they find?” I ask anxiously. “I haven’t listened to it yet, silly,” Dante says wryly. “That’s why I called you in here. Ready?” I nod my head. I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt this excited and nervous at the same time. Dante clicks a button on his computer and static fills the room. A few seconds later, we’re able to make out some muffled voices. Dante clicks on the audio, skipping ahead. “Romeo said the important dialogue starts 4 minutes in,” Dante says. He releases the cursor and I hold my breath. A familiar voice emanates from the computer. “Is that —” “Shh.” I close my mouth and listen to the eerily familiar voice talking to a voice I don’t recognize. “So, do we have a deal? You bring us the Italian Brothers, and we cut you a 20% profit.” “We said 25%.” “Hell no, we didn’t. Industry standard for these kinds of deals is 15%. You’re already getting a good deal

Two hours later I’m fidgeting in the backseat of the car Cole got for me, wondering where the driver’s taking me. He’s only said one word to me so far—a simple ‘Jacqueline’? to confirm my identity. I take deep breaths, trying to stay calm. My phone pings with a text from Dante. *You’ve got this, sweetheart.* I smile, feeling my courage rising. Dante’s right, I’ve got this. Finally, the driver slows to a stop. “Is this it?” I ask, peering out the tinted glass window. “Yes.” Holy fuck, what’s this guy’s problem? “Thanks,” I mutter. I get out of the car, and he pops the trunk open. Can’t say I’m surprised that he didn’t offer to take my bags in. If this was a car sharing app, this guy would be getting -5 stars. “Jacqueline!” Cole opens his arms wide in the distance, and I feel a familiar pitter-patter in my heart. Cut it out, I tell my emotions. Cole is the bad guy, remember? He starts walking towards me, and my emotions betray me. No matter how pissed I am at him, seeing