An Undercover Submissive [Safeword LLC 5] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  Trish’s hands were clasped behind her neck, but when his fingers were an inch away from her pussy, she brought them down and clasped her fingers around his thick wrist. He held still and she squeezed her eyes tight, knowing that what she did was a mistake. Damn it!

  “Place your hands back where they belong.” Sander’s voice had taken a darker tone…one she’d never heard. Trish didn’t like it, but she still had trouble letting go. She’d disappointed him, and for some reason, that made her unhappy. “If I have to say it again, this entire evening will be taking a different track.”

  Trish watched as her fingers lifted off of his sun-kissed skin one by one. They trembled as she returned them behind her neck. She wanted him to call her his little minx, which was hard for her to comprehend, because she’d always hated nicknames. Damn it! Why couldn’t she concentrate on more than one thing? Her mind was running in a million directions.

  “Good girl,” Lashe said. She heard him shed his jacket and then go over to the nightstand. He returned, while Sander hadn’t moved his hand from where she’d left it. Would he still touch her? “I’m going to tie your hair up to keep it out of the way while Sander explores.”

  With those words, Trish saw Sander’s hand continue its journey to her pussy. She knew what he would find and immediately flushed in embarrassment. Did women usually get this wet? She could still feel her cream oozing between her folds and drip down her inner thighs. Lashe gently pulled her hair together just above the base of her neck and where her fingers were clasped. It coincided with the exact moment Sander’s thick fingers slid between her folds.

  “Oh!”

  Trish once more squeezed her eyes shut, more due to the fact that she didn’t want to move and disappoint Sander again. Lashe’s fingers were creating little shivers that ran down her spine, while Sander’s fingers were doing God knew what to her pussy. She felt spasms, yet there was nothing except fingers for her sheath to grab onto. And her clit…it felt like it was ready to literally explode. Sander added another finger and brought them up on either side of her clit, gently gliding them back and forth. She couldn’t help but do the same with her hips. He immediately stopped.

  Trish’s eyes popped open. Had the bulge underneath his pants grown larger? Just how big was he? And why did he stop? Again, her mind was running in a thousand directions. She felt Lashe move and knew that he’d secured her hair up and away from her face, although her bangs were still dangling near her eyes. He smoothed them away, giving her yet another feeling she couldn’t name.

  “Your body is now ours. You are to receive what we give you, be that pleasure or pain. Again, it comes down to trust. Do you trust us with your body?”

  What kind of question was that? Did Sander expect her to answer him? It had only been one week, but hadn’t she just said to herself that she did trust them on some level? If Trish thought about this logically, she certainly wouldn’t be kneeling naked in the middle of his bed if she didn’t.

  “Yes, Master Sander,” Trish whispered, still looking at the front of his pants. Why did she suddenly get a rush of saliva in her mouth? “But pain isn’t—”

  “You let us worry about what your body needs. Right now, you are to lie down in the middle of the bed, with your wrists up near the posts.”

  Trish gradually unraveled herself and did as requested. Was she allowed to look at them? She wasn’t sure and since she was lying down and couldn’t technically keep her eyes downcast, she closed them.

  “You may open your eyes,” Lashe said, his humor evident. That sparked a touch of anger. She knew that he was standing to her right, so she looked up at him. “Look up.”

  Trish shifted her glance away from him to find a mirror above the bed. Her first thought was how cliché and that Sander didn’t strike her as the type of guy to take something out of a porn movie, but when she saw Sander place a thick black cuff around her ankle, she knew the mirror was there for a reason. Doing the same to her other ankle, he then wrapped a thick black strap around her thigh and pulled her leg up and out, keeping her leg bent. Her pussy glistened while her clit seemed red and engorged.

  “I see you found the purpose of the mirror,” Lashe murmured, no trace of humor left in his voice. She wanted to turn her head to see if his bulge was just as big as Sander’s, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn her head. “Keep your eyes on your pussy and ass. If I see you look away, you’ll see what your ass looks like after a good spanking.”

  Trish was so enamored with the vision above her that she didn’t even notice that Lashe had secured similar fur-lined cuffs on her wrists until she tried to bring her arms down. She was now wide open to their touch. The flesh on her body felt as if someone had lit her on fire.

  “There is nothing like seeing a woman bound and knowing that all she can do is accept what we give her,” Sander said in a low voice. Trish didn’t remove her eyes, not that she would have anyway, but she did know that he was now standing at the foot of the bed. He crawled onto the mattress and she could now see him in the mirror. She watched as his hand moved toward her pussy and she held her breath, waiting for his touch. “Watch your clit as I trace my finger around its outer area. What do you see?”

  Trish watched as his finger connected with her pink skin, which was shiny with her cream. Her clit was still a flaming red and wanted direct contact, but the feeling of his finger tracing her nub was overwhelming. The air in her lungs came out in a whoosh. She almost raised her hips into his touch but remembered his warning at the last moment. She couldn’t contain the whimper that passed her lips.

  “I’m waiting,” Sander said, his voice hardening.

  Trish was astounded when she witnessed a dollop of cream escape her pussy. Her body was responding to his voice and another cry spilled out. Since when had she become a massive puddle of wanton need? Shouldn’t she be stronger than this? Sander brought his finger around in a complete circle only to stop at the right side of her clit. That’s right, she thought. He wanted her to answer him.

  “I–I see my c–clit swollen and r–red, Master,” Trish whispered, watching closely for any sign that he would resume his stroke. She hoped like hell he would continue. Who knew that one could need an orgasm so bad? “P–please, Master.”

  “Much better, little minx,” Sander said, continuing with another circle.

  “Your nipples are hard,” Lashe murmured, laying himself next to her. Trish’s knees and legs were spread so wide, she had no trouble seeing his hand take her breast in his palm. Sander traced another path around her clit and she was torn as to where to look. A pinch of her nipple helped her to decide, and she flicked her gaze back up to see that Lashe had taken her nipple within his fingers and pressed it tightly. “I think they need attention, too. I love seeing clover clamps on a woman’s nipples, but you’re not ready for them. I thought you might want to experiment with a magnetic pair.”

  Trish went to shake her head, but knew that it would only disappoint them. What had Sander said? Her body was theirs to give pleasure or pain? She’d heard that nipple clamps were painful, yet didn’t want this scene to stop. It was very confusing. Sander’s finger didn’t continue another loop. Instead, it journeyed down to her entrance.

  “Watch as your pussy accepts my finger, little minx,” Sander said. “Do you see how it opens and then closes tightly around my flesh?”

  His words matched his actions. Trish watched and felt the heat of his finger at the same time. It was such a carnal act, yet her body seemed to respond in kind. The feel of his finger sinking deep within her and then rotating was enough to make her eyes roll into the back of her head. Lashe tightened his finger on her nipple, and she felt the shock all the way to her pussy, where it spasmed around Sander’s finger.

  “I knew you would respond to us in such a manner,” Sander murmured, now thrusting his finger in and out of her pussy at a slow rate. “You were born to be a submissive.”

  Trish did shake her head at that but never took her eyes from the mirror ab
ove. She wanted to come so bad that her muscles had tightened throughout her body. Lashe released her nipple, and she felt a slight pulse inside the hardened pebble. He suddenly had something metal in his hand. It looked to be circular in nature and way too big for her nipple. It was really hard to concentrate as Sander kept up his rhythm.

  “Should we see how you like a bit of pain?” Lashe asked, leaning up on his elbow. Using both hands, he seemed to pull on either end and that is when Trish realized the clamps were in the middle of the circle. He placed it directly over her nipple and slowly released the ends. “Breathe evenly and you’ll be surprised at how much you enjoy it.”

  Chapter Seven

  Lashe knew the minute he released the magnets that Trish registered the immediate burn to her nipple. Her mouth opened in a perfect O and he couldn’t resist leaning over her to claim those luscious lips. Her sweet taste exploded on his lips and he suddenly couldn’t get enough. Using the arm he was resting on, Lashe slipped it under her head and grabbed the ponytail he created with the blue satin ribbon that Sander kept in his drawer for other obvious reasons. He tugged, arching her neck. He released her lips with a gasp.

  “Do you know that in order to take us together, we’ll need to stretch your ass?” Lashe asked, looking down at her. He traced her lips with his finger, watching as she slowly opened her eyes and looked back up into the mirror. “I’m thinking maybe now might be a good time to start on that. What do you think, Sander?”

  “She’s drenched enough that my finger should slide in relatively easy.”

  “No,” Trish whispered, trying to shake her head regardless of the fact that Lashe had a firm grasp on her ponytail.

  “I’m damn sure that’s not your safe word, little minx,” Sander said.

  Lashe felt her jerk against her binds, yet he kept a close eye on her face. Her pupils dilated and her mouth made that perfect circle again. Releasing his hold on her hair, Lashe positioned himself to lie side by side by her, not wanting to miss a single moment of this. He had also come to figure out that she loved to hear them describe what they were doing. Her body told them all they needed to know.

  “Do you see him gathering your cream and rubbing it on your tightly closed anus? Does your body want to know what it will feel like to be breached?”

  “Trish, do you know what word you need to say to stop this scene?” Sander asked. Landon noticed that his finger was resting on her rosebud. He heard her whimper and looked at her face. She was watching what Sander was doing intently, although she seemed to be at a crossroads. It was dawning on her exactly what was happening and what they wanted to show her. “Because unless you say it, I’m going to slide my finger inside of your ass. I’ll count to three, but know that this will be the only time I extend this courtesy.”

  “No,” Trish whispered, now able to fully shake her head. Yet Lashe knew she that was the moment when she wouldn’t use her safe word. She wanted to know what it would feel like. “Yes.”

  “Title, little minx.”

  “Master, please,” Trish whimpered.

  “One.” Sander circled her tight rosebud. Lashe saw her pussy open slightly in reaction. “Two.”

  “His finger is going to slide through your muscle, causing a slight sting that will morph into pleasure. It will be similar to what your nipple feels like,” Lashe said, reaching over his chest and closing his fingers around the metal clamp. He pulled on it slightly, loving the sound that left her lips. “Are you ready?”

  “No, Master,” Trish said then changed her mind when she nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  “Three.”

  Sander slowly breached her anus, her tight ring separating for his finger. Lashe quickly raised his gaze to view Trish’s face, seeing her eyes widen as she watched what was being done to her body. His brother started to thrust his finger in and out of her anus, simulating what they really wanted to do to her. He closed his eyes, imagining what it would feel like to sink his cock into her ass.

  “Damn, you look beautiful,” Sander whispered.

  Lashe knew it was time to take things to another level. They had wanted to keep this scene short and sweet, wanting her to understand that, even though a submissive uttered things in the throes of passion, it was only her safe word that was the ripcord on the golden parachute.

  He snatched up the other clamp, sitting up and closing his fingers around her other nipple. Her whimpers turned to cries, and Lashe looked down to see that Sander was maintaining his slow rhythm. Was she about to come from Sander’s finger in her ass? Was Trish that sensitive to stimuli?

  “I’m going to place your other clamp on your nipple. Are you ready?”

  “No—yes. I–I need to come, Master.”

  “Then come,” Lashe said, knowing that they wouldn’t withhold her orgasms quite yet. Training her was a very slow process and one that they wanted to get right. He released the magnets and watched as it squeezed her nipple. “Show us how much you enjoy our touch.”

  “I–I can’t,” Trish said, although the words came out as a plea. “I—It’s not fast enough, Master.”

  “This is what I’m choosing to give you,” Sander replied, not losing his cadence. “It’s up to you if you want release.”

  Lashe pulled on both clamps, relishing her cries. She’d never been made to just take pleasure and pain, and was probably used to taking charge when she wanted an orgasm. Having to just receive and let her body accept the dual sensations wasn’t what she was used to. He could see her climbing higher and higher and knew it wouldn’t take long before she realized what she’d have to do to obtain her orgasm.

  * * * *

  Trish had never, never, never experienced anything like this in her life. She watched as Sander’s finger going in and out of her ass. Her body was on the verge of an orgasm, but she needed him to touch her clit. She was so afraid to move her lower body for fear that he would stop, that she’d tensed her muscles to the point of aching.

  The trail of thought led her to what was hindering her, but Trish was so afraid to consciously relax her muscles for fear of dying from too much pleasure. Was that possible? Lashe kept pulling and tugging on the clamps, sending shocks through her breasts and straight to her neglected clit. Maybe if she asked, Sander would touch it. She knew the answer but had to test the theory anyway.

  “P–please touch my clit, Master Sander,” Trish said, her voice rising with each word.

  “That’s not what I’m choosing to give you right now, little minx,” Sander said, not veering from his task. She could have cried. “We are not stopping you from coming. If we were, trust me, you would know it.”

  They would do that? Trish’s rapid heart rate skipped a beat at the thought of them controlling her orgasms. She’d heard other subs talking about that type of training but didn’t really think it could be done. Two things crossed her mind. One, she just referred to herself as a sub. Two, she had no doubt that if anyone could train a submissive to come on command, it was these two men. Her overwhelming need to come pushed those thoughts aside for another time.

  “We can do this for hours,” Lashe said, still tugging on her clamps. With every pull, zings would shoot down to her disregarded clit. The promise—she knew it not to be a threat—rang in her ears. “There’s nothing more pleasing to a Dom than to know his sub is enjoying herself.”

  That was such a mixed statement that Trish wanted to laugh, rail, and cry at the same time. Instead, she started with her hands and released her hold on the few links of chain attached to her fur-lined cuff. Starting with her fingers, she purposefully relaxed each muscle in her hands, arms, and upper body. That seemed to intensify the sensations that Lashe was creating in her tits, which caused Trish to lose her breath for just an instant.

  “That’s right, Trish,” Lashe said, her name rolling off of his lips as if he were licking her ear. Shivers collected in between her neck and shoulder. “Relax and truly accept our touch.”

  Trish continued her mission of doing just that by
relaxing her stomach muscles. Immediately, tiny shocks started traveling from her nipples to her clit. By the time she’d unwound the rest of her, it felt like her body was overloaded with stimulation. It was when Lashe twisted those damn things on her nipples, her body exploded.

  Was this what it was like to be struck by lightning? Her vision filled with bursts of white light while her body felt as if someone had poured kerosene over her skin and lit it with a match. Trish couldn’t prevent the scream that tore from her lungs as contraction after contraction wracked her body. How was it possible to have an orgasm when her clit hadn’t been touched and there was nothing to fill her pussy?

  “A little more,” Lashe said, although Trish didn’t know what he meant until he removed one of her clamps. His lips descended and sucked in the excruciating nipple, but that seemed to make it worse. He released it with a pop. “Ready for the next one?”

  Although the spasms had slowed down, Sander hadn’t stopped his finger from continuing to thrust inside of her anus. When Lashe released the remained clamp, another strong wave of ripples traveled through her. Another long and guttural cry tore from her as the sensation strung along her orgasm. By the time she realized she wasn’t coming anymore, Lashe and Sander had released her from her binds and were holding her close.

  “Ah, little minx, you keep surprising me,” Sander murmured, his lips against her ear.

  How could her body still react to him after obtaining such a strong orgasm? Trish peered through her lashes to find Lashe lying beside them on his side, studying her. He smiled, and she returned it, although her energy level was almost nonexistent.

  Everything seemed to hit her all at once and Trish felt her smile fade. What she had just experienced was a true scene. She’d allowed them to do things to her that she would never have let any other man do. They’d touched her in places that were naughty and technically forbidden. She’d enjoyed every stroke and caress and had begged for more. Trish had actually experienced an anal orgasm and gave them control of her body. And although she’d said no, her body had disagreed. Trish finally understood what having a safe word was all about. It was coming to terms with it that was going to be a struggle.