"Listen Cayce, I'm going to bring your sister back to you, but you're going to have to trust me to do this on my own," there's no way she could go to the Island with him, he thought to himself.
"If you know where she is, I'm going with you to bring her back," she stated confidently." Letting her hands fall from his chest, she reminded herself that no matter what this man made her feel, her sister was the most important issue here.
"You can't go with me, you have to be invited to the Island and unless you plan on becoming my sex slave that's not going to happen," as soon as he uttered the words he was shocked at how right they felt.
"Y-you would want me as a s-slave," she should be horrified at the thought but for some strange reason the thought of belonging to him was more than a little appealing.
How could he put this delicately, he thought to himself for a few moments. "Of course I'd love to have you as a slave, but sweetheart I don't think you want to go there." He hoped for her own sake she took him at his word because his body was all on board with the idea of her kneeling at his feet again.
"Then consider me your slave until we have Cait back," she didn't know why she uttered the words but she had no intention of taking them back. She was determined to find Cait, and the thought of belonging to him, if even for a short time made her feel things she thought were impossible.
"Cait, it's not that easy," his body was thinking it would be just that easy even as his mind was telling him what a stupid idea this was.
"I'm sure it's not, but you're a trainer right?" If she understood this right he had planned on training Cait for Lawrence. "If you're good at what you do then we should be able to pull this off."
It was a damn tempting idea, Dylan considered. In truth the girl responded well to him, but there were dozens of things she had yet to be exposed to that would be expected of her at these public sessions. "Sweetheart you better think really hard about what you're offering because if you do this, you'll have to submit to things that may not sit well with your morals."
"I was willing to let some stranger beat me tonight, Dylan I doubt seriously there's much you can do that would be worse than that." She wasn't backing down on this, she knew Cait and if the tables had been turned she would have done the same for her.
"Did you really think I was going to beat you," he was shocked at the statement. "Sweetheart trust me if I train you under a flogger you'll enjoy it." He didn't appreciate the thought of being considered a woman beater at all.
She shivered at the thought and decided to keep her mouth shut on that opinion. She doubted seriously she would enjoy it all, but endure it she would. "So how do we do this?" She needed to change the topic to anything other than whips.
He could see the disbelief in her face, and decided to change the topic. If she went through with this, she'd find out soon enough how much pleasure could be found that way. "Well the first thing we do is change that damn contract we made," he chuckled as he remembered all the things she agreed to. "Unless of course you're still willing to try everything?" He smirked and waited for her to recant.
"That depends on if the safe words are still in place," she knew from the look on his face he expected her to back down and she wasn't giving him the satisfaction of doing it. She had no idea where her courage was coming from but something about his superior attitude gave her mental strength.
He refused to let his face show how shocked he was at her compliance. "Safe words will always be in place, Cayce", his brow lifted as he spoke, "and so will the other rules, until this ends its Master." He refused to give credence to the notion of how excited the thought of owning her was, even if it was for a short time.
She should have felt disgust at being told to call him Master, but she just couldn't muster up the emotion. "Yes Master," it felt almost wicked to call him that and brought back memories of the session they had shared back in the dungeon. Without warning her body flooded with heat.
He read the desire on her face and bit back a groan. In a normal situation he would have taken his time to move slowly with this girl. She was untrained and needed a gentle hand, the only problem was that they didn't have time for gentleness. To pull off being his slave she would have to learn things rapidly. "We're going to train every night this week Cayce, and I won't be able to coddle you the way I should." It was a warning that he didn't like giving but it was fair in his thoughts.
"I'm going to lay out the training we'll be doing if you are sure about this Cayce, and there isn't time for me to baby you through it." Pulling out a piece of paper from the desk drawer, he began making mental notes of what he would have to teach her to make this thing plausible. Other submissive's liked to talk among themselves when allowed and there was no opportunity to skimp on details. He was well known for his training techniques and he worried that most of them were above the girl's ability at this point.
She would have to make that decision on her own he decided as he wrote them down in order of training days. Looking back over the list he knew these were advanced techniques and hoped the list would give her some idea how serious what she was about to take on would be. Sliding the list across the desk he watched her read and her eyes widen with each word.
It wasn't rocket science, she thought as she glanced at the words, many of the things on the list terrified her and she could only guess at how he would go about training her each day. Was she actually willing to go through with this, she thought to herself? Firming her resolve and making a decision, she nodded. "I understand," the thought of training with him made her more than a little nervous and if she was being honest with herself, excited as well. Sliding the piece of paper back to him her hands trembled slightly.
"You understand, what," he walked around the desk and took a walked towards her enjoying how aware of his movements she was.
"I u-understand, M-master," he was standing only a breath away now and her heart raced again erratically.
"Good girl," he winked and swatted her backside playfully. Even so she jumped, startled. They had a lot of work to do before next Friday's event, he thought to himself. "Can you take off work this week?" He knew if they were going to fool an entire room of professionals, the more training time they had together, the better.
"I haven't had a vacation in two years, I will come up with something," she knew it wouldn't be easy but she was owed two weeks off.
Forgiving her small lapse of not calling him by the right name, he made a mental note to not allow it to happen again. "Then I suggest you get your things, and move in with me as soon as possible," he knew just who to trust to keep his business running smoothly this next week. He'd been considering promoting the man anyway because there were some serious changes that needed to occur there.
"Y-you want me to m-move in," her eyes widened at his suggestion and then she remembered his other rule, "M-master?"
"We have tons of work to do if we're going to pull off this charade and not a minute to waste but if you've decided against it, I'll understand." The thought of her changing her mind didn't sit well with him, but he had to offer her the opportunity.
"Of course I haven't c-changed my mind," her mind was whirling with the thought of living with a man who she'd only met tonight. And there was no doubt in her mind how close the two of them would be after looking of his list. This was so completely out of character for her, but she knew this was what she wanted. A part of her couldn't help but think that even without her sister's disappearance she would want this. That was a thought she refused to give more consideration to at the moment. As it was the thought of being with him twenty hours a day seven days a week was overwhelming.
"If you forget my title again sweetheart I'm going to be forced to make sure you remember," he smiled even as the words he spoke were firm. The one thing she couldn't forget was what to call him, it would be a sure giveaway to anyone that knew him. His eyes roamed over her, waiting for her to fix her error.
When he looked at her that way she found it hard to form a coh
erent thought in her mind. "Oh!" She exclaimed as it finally came to her, "Master." Her face burned at how easily he could make her forget. One of the things she was proud of was the ability to remember things, and five minutes around this man and she couldn't even claim that as a positive.
Smiling, his hand reached out and stroked her cheek, "Let's go get your things." It was an order, if she was going to play in his world, then she would learn to follow his commands. Taking her hand in his he led her out of the study and toward the front entrance. Grabbing his wallet and keys they walked outside to his car.
She slid inside the soft buttery leather seat of his Rolls Royce as he held the door open for her, and sighed at how comfortable it was. She'd never seen a car quite like this one and knew it was probably way out of her pay grade. As he slid into the driver's seat, any thoughts about the car went right out of her mind.
"Give me an address," he smiled and turned over the ignition.
She gave him her address and he spoke it again, smiling as the onboard navigation system began giving him directions. As they drove in companionable silence she took a minute to glance over him. The man was definitely beautiful to behold, she thought with a smile. The strong profile was softened somewhat by his full lips, she thought it should be a crime for a man to have such kissable lips and then blushed at the thought. His brown hair had a soft wave and she found it odd how she ached to reach up and run her hands through the softness. She remembered just how it felt as she had held him to her body earlier tonight. That simple thought forced her to cross her legs as her body responded instantly.
His long fingers had known just how to stroke her body to bring it to life, fighting back a moan at that thought she fought to control her own desire. Part of her mind was screaming for her to back out before her heart was lost forever. She wasn't the kind of person to give her body in the first place, but doing so without losing her soul was going to take more will power than she feared she had. Maybe when this was over she would think about dating, she told herself.
"You're being awfully quiet Cayce," he gave her a quick look before turning his attention back to the road. "Changed your mind?" He honestly couldn't blame her if she had. It was very apparent that she wasn't a woman that jumped into things quickly. What was also very noticeable was the fact she had little knowledge about sex. It was a story he would draw from her if she didn't decide to bail out.
"I haven't changed my mind, Master," she whispered the words softly not sure if this was the smartest decision she'd ever made. "I guess I'm just worried that we won't pull this off," staring out the window, she knew there was the possibility that this was a waste of time and Cait would be lost to her forever.
"I never fail Cayce," he had no intention of starting now, he thought with firm resolve. They would find Cait and bring her back, and he would make sure that Cayce found herself as well. She was a beautiful woman and should never be allowed to think less of herself. It was the one reason he enjoyed this lifestyle. The ability to turn a scared, timid, woman into a submissive that understood that she wielded all the true power in the relationship. That strength was just dying to spill forth from Cayce, he could see each time he tried to change her mind.
"Somehow I believe that Master," the certainty of his words made her feel more calm than she had all week. Who was she kidding, she thought to herself, she hadn't felt as sure about anything in her entire life. All of her life she had walked around almost scared of her own shadow. She longed for the kind of self-assurance he possessed she thought wistfully.
As they pulled up in front of her apartment she worried how it compared to his home. It wasn't much to look at compared to the mansion he lived in. Stepping out of the car as held the door for her, she led him down the cemented path and to her door. She quickly unlocked it and walked inside with following.
"I'll wait here while you get your things together," he noted instantly that she was uncomfortable with him being here and guessed their differences in social status was the reason.
She gave him a small smile and walked to her room to pull out two suitcases. After some thought she decided to pack her sisters clothes instead of her own. Since she was walking in her world, so to speak, it made sense that she ditch the boring clothes that she normally wore. There were a few things of her own that she couldn't be without and she quickly stuffed them in the luggage.
It took her less than an hour to pack and she walked back in carrying the heavy bags. He walked over without speaking and lifted them easily. "Lead the way," he watched her walk and determined that she would not be hanging her head or slouching again when their training was complete. Whatever had happened in her past had obviously affected her deeply and he meant to get to the bottom of it.
She didn't speak at all on the way back to his house and he was starting to worry that maybe this had not been a good idea. The last thing he wanted was to start off her training with her second-guessing everything. As they pulled up to the front, he turned off the car and put his hand on hers.
She lifted her eyes, startled at the contact and felt her body tremble. The entire way here she had worried about failing at this. Every self doubt she had about herself came pouring through and she was almost ready to crumble.
"Why don't you tell me what's bothering you Cayce" If she had changed her mind, then as much as he hated it, he would accept. There was no place in his life for anyone that didn't truly want to be here. He knew he could help the girl, but getting her sister back he could do on his own.
Letting the dam break, tears flooded down her cheeks again. "I am going to be a failure at this, I can't even have a normal relationship so how am I supposed to pull this off?" Misery filled her heart and she couldn't hold it back any longer. She was going to fail her sister just like she failed at her own life.
It was growing late and he had planned to let her get settled tonight before resuming training in the morning. Her outburst of emotion demanded that he change her train of thought sooner than that though. "Cayce, you're going to put your things away, then you're going to meet me back in the dungeon, is that understood?" He spoke harshly because he refused to let her degrade herself one moment longer in his presence.
Shocked at his forceful tone she nodded immediately. "Y-yes, S-sir." She had no idea what she'd said that made him angry, but there was no misjudging the look in his eyes or the tone of his voice. The thought of displeasing him made her feel even more miserable and she lowered her head.
He felt his own control on the verge of snapping at her actions. Whatever had been done to this woman angered him more deeply than he could ever recall feeling before. There was no reason in the world such a beautiful woman should ever feel this badly about herself and he was determined to end it. Getting out of the car, he walked over to her door and opened it. "Follow me." He allowed her to get out of the car and then retrieved her suitcases before walking up the stairs into the house.
Cayce's knees were shaking as she followed him up the stairs and he led her into an extravagant masculine bedroom. "The closet is over there, and you can utilize that chest of drawers," he pointed to a large mahogany piece of furniture. "When you're finished putting away your things, meet me at the bottom of the stairs." With no other words, he walked out leaving her alone.
She put her suitcases on the bed and quickly began putting away her things. Whatever she had done to disappoint him, she had no intention of making it worse by dawdling up here. As the last of her things were hung in the closet, she made her way downstairs.
He had left her alone so he would have time to control his own anger. The thought that someone had so mentally destroyed Cayce left him ready to strangle someone. He didn't want her to think his anger was directed toward her, so he took a mental time out to get his thoughts back in order again. By the time she arrived downstairs he was in complete control again and smiled somewhat. "Come with me Cayce," he was determined to find out who or what had caused this self-depreciation she had of herself if nothing else th
is night.
As he led her back down the steps to the dungeon, she felt a shiver of fear move through her. What did she really know about this man, she asked herself? What if he was so angry he hurt her? Her hands trembled as she stood on the bottom step.
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"You know where the dressing room is, come out when you're ready," he spoke firmly but not with the same rage he had in his voice earlier.
Her feet started moving before her mind was given time to catch up. This wasn't like earlier when she was trying to pretend to be someone else. When she walked in front of him this time it would be with all the flaws of her own personal nature. She wasn't sure why but she had no intention of defying him. Undressing quickly, she didn't falter until her hand reached the door knob. Reminding herself that he'd already seen her body helped give her the small boost of confidence to walk out into the room again.
As she walked toward him, he noted the way her shoulders drooped and her head hanging. "Pull your shoulders back and hold your chin up Cayce," he demanded in a low tone. She was so much more beautiful this way he thought as she walked toward him properly. "Never let me see you hanging your head again, do you understand?"
She nodded, feeling just as nervous as she had the first time tonight in this room.
He spun her quickly and his hand landed on her backside with sharp slap, before he pulled her against his body, holding her around her waist. "Master and I want to hear the words," he whispered them in her ear and continued holding her against him.
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