The Night of Submission walked into Soho House, taking my usual corner booth, whiskey in hand, feeling the familiar energy of the bar. The low hum of conversation and dim lighting made the place feel intimate, perfect for what I had in mind. I scanned the room, letting my presence speak for itself without having to say a word.

That’s when I saw them.

Three women, sitting together. One had long dark hair, her lips a deep red. The second had short platinum hair, edgy and full of attitude. The third was quieter, but her eyes were locked on me, studying me from across the room. I could feel them all watching me, even before they made a move.

The one with the platinum hair, she was the boldest. She got up, sauntered over, her eyes daring me to play along with whatever game she thought she was starting.

“You look like you could show us a good time,” she said, confidence dripping from her voice.

I smirked, leaned back, and took a slow sip of my drink. “I can. The real question is—are you ready for what I have in mind?”

The way her lips curled into a smile told me everything I needed to know. Her two friends followed, curiosity all over their faces.

We didn’t waste much time after that.

Back at My Penthouse

The ride up to my penthouse was tense with anticipation. I had my hand on the small of the dark-haired one’s back, guiding her, while the platinum-haired girl stood beside me, her eyes practically begging me to push her limits. The quiet one kept close, following my lead, waiting for her moment.

When we walked into the penthouse, I could feel their eyes widen, taking in the place. High ceilings, huge windows showing off the city skyline—my domain. But their focus quickly shifted back to me. I had their full attention now.

“I have rules,” I said, my voice calm but firm as I stood before them. “You follow them, and you’ll get what you need. Understand?”

They all nodded, no hesitation, the air between us electric.

I pointed to the leather chairs in the living room. “Sit.”

They did exactly as I commanded, each one taking a seat, waiting for what was next. I circled them, watching the way their breathing quickened, their excitement almost tangible. When I stopped behind the platinum-haired one, I grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp. She was trying to play tough, but I knew better.

“I’ll start with you,” I said, pulling her to her feet and bringing her over to the glass window. The city lights flickered behind us, but all that mattered was the moment between us. I stripped her slowly, savoring every second, feeling her body respond to my touch. She was trying to hold on to her defiance, but I could feel her breaking.

Her two friends watched, their eyes wide, waiting for their turn.

Taking Control

When I had her naked before me, I bent her over the table, securing her wrists behind her back. I could hear her breathing, shallow and quick, her body trembling with anticipation. I spread her legs, teasing her, making her wait for it.

“You’re mine tonight,” I whispered in her ear, feeling her body shudder just before I drove into her. Her moans filled the room, loud and desperate, completely under my control now. She wanted to challenge me, but now she was exactly where I wanted her—broken down, submitting entirely.

As I fucked her, I looked over at the quiet one. She hadn’t said a word all night, but I could see the hunger in her eyes. I motioned for her to come over, and without a word, she obeyed, kneeling at my feet. I guided her, feeling her mouth wrap around me while I kept pounding into the platinum-haired one. Having both of them submit to me at the same time—there’s no feeling like it.

The dark-haired one was watching from the chair, her lips parted, aroused as hell. I knew she was next.

Claiming All Three

Once I had them both on edge, I turned my attention to the dark-haired one. She hadn’t made a move yet, but I could tell she was dying for it. I ordered her to strip, and she did, letting the air cool her bare skin as I walked her over to the bed.

I bound her hands above her head, pulling her hips up, and took her like I owned her, which I did. She moaned into the sheets, her body shaking as I claimed her, leaving marks on her skin to remind her who was in control tonight.

One by one, I took them all, pushing them to their limits and then beyond. The room was filled with the sound of their moans, gasps, and the heat of raw, unfiltered pleasure. They surrendered to me completely, and by the time the sun started to rise, their bodies were spent, trembling and marked by the hours of domination.

They lay across the bed, exhausted, satisfied, while I stood at the window, looking out at the city. The night had been mine, and I had left them with something they wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

And I knew they’d be back for more.