Saved by Submission by Laney Rogers Page A

around either side of her to undo her bra. He drew it down her arms and over her hands, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes, enjoying the way her nipples instantly tightened into pale pink buds.
    Then he hooked his fingers into her lacy panties, and slid them slowly down her thighs. When they reached her knees, he let go and they fell to the floor.
    “Pick them up and put them in the pile, then get into the water,” he said, taking a seat on the edge of the bath.
    It seemed that Connor had gone out of his way to make her comfortable and left a selection of miniature bubble baths and soaps in a dish by the taps.
    “Funny, but I don’t remember getting that kind of treatment the last time I stayed here,” Jacob said, winking at her.
    “Were you alone that time?” she asked, jokingly, as she stepped into the water. Yet she was praying, inside, that he’d say yes.
    “I don’t make a habit of turning up at hotels at three in the morning with no luggage and an exhausted woman on my arm,” he replied, in that sexy, growly type of way that made her heart skip a beat, in anticipation.
    He picked out one of the bottles of bubble bath and tipped its contents into the water.
    The scent of strawberries filled the room, and Megan lay back, letting her head rest on the edge of the bath, the bubbles slowly rising upwards, as the water level grew higher.
    He turned the water off after a couple of minutes, and Megan closed her eyes, immersed in the warmth and wonderful aroma.
    “Better?” he asked.
    “Oh, yes,” she sighed.
    “Good. Now, tell me everything, Megan, right from the start.”
    Her eyes flew open and she went to sit up. “That’s not fair, I don’t want…”
    The words died on her lips. She had realized that he’d want to know everything. And it was obvious that she wasn’t going to be able to get out of this, even if she tried. He had her trapped in the water, albeit comfortable and warm and relaxing.
    She sighed and then leaned back again. “Will you promise not to hate me when I’ve told you?” she asked, frowning.
    Jacob tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “As long as you didn’t torture children or small, defenseless animals, then I promise,” he replied solemnly.
    She blinked a couple of times, and then began speaking, making sure she told him absolutely everything, from her dad passing away; what had happened with that sleaze-bag Carl, right up to getting the second job at the BDSM club and meeting him.
    When she stopped talking, silence hung over them like the steam from the water fogging up the large mirror on the opposite wall.
    “Why did you think I’d hate you?” he asked with a frown.
    Megan lowered her eyes and let her hands swish around in the bubbles. “Are you kidding? Behaving like an idiot and getting in trouble with the police, or not fighting back with that creep Carl, and making my mom believe me, or having to take off my clothes for money, take your pick.”
    Tears threatened to fall again, and she tilted her head back, staring up at the ceiling, wishing she could turn the clock back and do it all so differently.
    Jacob took a bar of soap and lathered up his hands. Then he took her arm and soaped it up, massaging the skin as he went. “You made some bad decisions in the past, but you’ve also had more than your fair share of bad things happen to you, too. As for the stripping; you did what you had to do to get by, and with the intention of it being temporary.”
    She exhaled heavily. At the rate she was going, it would be longer than temporary. Nicky had taken all the money she’d saved.
    Jacob continued. “Life got in the way, baby, and you were just struggling to get past the obstacles and make it better. I could never hate you for that, only admire you.”
    He had carried on soaping her body while he talked, and the pleasure of his hands rubbing her arms, and now her legs, mingled with the relief she felt at him understanding what she had been