Undercover Submissive

by Michelle Hughes

  "Hop on," his tone was firm as he knew her fear, but he was determined for her to lose that one tonight.

  With trepidation she climbed on the hated apparatus, her body trembling nervously. Her rear was thrust into the air and she knew it gave him perfect access to whatever he chose to do here. Gripping the sides of the horse, her entire body tensed as she waited.

  "Cayce, I expect you to trust me here as in everything we do together, do you understand?" It was imperative that she learned that he would never truly harm her even as he stretched her limits.

  "I understand Sir," she fought to control her own fears and to relax her tense limbs.

  "Good girl," walking over to his chest he pulled out the lube before walking back over to her. "I'm going to enter you, and you're going to trust me not to hurt you." Covering his cock liberally with the gel, he covered two fingers and slowly slid them inside her tight chamber. He was pleased when she didn't tense at the invasion.

  The large plugged had stretched her even in the short time it was implanted and his fingers slid into her much easier than they had previously. She had to believe he wouldn't purposely hurt her here, and she took deep breaths attempting to remain calm.

  Moving behind her he slowly inched inside her tight sheath, using very little force. It was the most sensational feeling as inch by inch her body gripped him and held him tighter than he could ever recall being held before. When he finally managed to fill her completely he paused. "Are you okay?" He spoke calmly even as his cock was aching again to drive inside her.

  He was so much larger than the plug that she had never thought he could enter her without tearing her apart. The fact that it didn't hurt as badly as she thought made her relax more than anything he could have prepared her for. "I'm fine Sir," her voice as shocked as she felt.

  He chuckled softly at her response, and his hand moved around her to the front to stroke her silk folds. "Good girl." He continued to caress her until her juices flooded his fingers, only then did he slowly begin to ride her. "You feel so fucking good girl," with slow calculated thrusts he broke her in. Her ass was like nirvana and he wanted to savor it. As he increased his rhythm his fingers plunged deeper demanding her response.

  She was coming undone again and couldn't believe that she was enjoying what he was doing to her. It wasn't just the stroke of his fingers, it was knowing how much it pleased him to be inside her body this way. As her body moved over the edge he pumped faster and she arched into every thrust wanting him to find the same paradise he had given her. As he filled her body with his release she cried out joyfully.

  His girl amazed him, he thought as he slid from her tightness. His girl, he thought, he truly liked the sound of that. Helping her up, he pulled her into his arm and held her against him. "I think we may need another shower sweetheart." She surprised him on many levels tonight, and he knew with certainty she was meant to belong to him.

  She loved it when he called her that, but also loved being called his girl. Laughing softly she held him against her. "I think as always, you are right Sir.

  They showered again quickly and he decided to get her out of the dungeon before he chose to never let her leave. She had pleased him extremely well today and he wanted to reward her. "You my little slave are going to get dressed and we are going out." Smacking her bare ass lightly he wrapped her in the towel and got dressed.

  7 MASTERING

  Back in his room he waited patiently while she dressed. She had come undone so beautifully under his hands and the thought of opening her up to all the sensual delights he could offer had him aching to take her again. This night out would serve them both well he thought, he would like his girl to be able to walk tomorrow as they continued to train. He knew there was a little siren in her just waiting to be found and he wasn't looking forward to exploring every way in which he could claim her body.

  Sliding the silk dress over her head she felt the material consciously against every inch of her flesh. It felt as if her body was alive for the first time. A soft smile found her face and she discovered that this was the most relaxed she'd ever been. Pulling on her thigh-high stockings she clipped them to the straps of her garter belt. Forgoing panties, she felt exposed even as the dress fell to her knees. The black silk rubbed over her breasts as she moved to slide on her five inch stiletto heels. When this was over, she told herself, she would buy her own clothing like this for him. Quickly combing out her long blond hair, she allowed it to fall down her back in soft waves before walking back out to him.

  He had just slid on his tie as she walked out and he stopped to look over her in appreciation. "I can't decide how I like you better girl, dressed like you're aching for me to take your clothes off or spread eagle waiting for my cock."

  Blushing at his words, she smiled feeling the power her body had over him. "You look nice as well, Sir." He could have graced the cover of one those male magazines, she thought with his devastatingly handsome good looks. Her eyes roamed over him longingly and she wet her lips without thinking.

  With a low growl he walked over and took her by her elbow. "We are leaving right now, before I forget how much I wanted to show you off." Without any other words he led her out of the room, downstairs and out to his car. Opening her door, he groaned under his breath as her long legs slid into the leather seat. This was going to be the longest few hours of his life, he thought to himself.

  He kept his attention on the road as he drove, her beautiful body was entirely too tempting and he knew that one look at her would have him pulling the car over and taking her on the side of the road. While his body found that idea extremely appealing, his mind warned that the front page of the tabloids was not where he wanted his girl's picture appearing.

  Pulling up in front of an exclusive restaurant, he slid out of his seat and handed over the keys to the valet. Walking around to her side of the car he helped her out and led her inside. He noted several men's attention shifting to his girl and was shocked to find himself ready to attack any man that dared look her way. He had been surrounded with beautiful women all his life, but never before had he felt the urge or protectiveness he did with her.

  Cayce wrapped her arm around his as they were seated feeling the need to touch him in some way. This was his world and she admitted to herself that she felt more than a little uncomfortable. This was the type of place she would have never been able to afford on her own and their differences in status were plainly apparent to her. At least at his home she felt comfortable, she thought tightening her grip somewhat. Several of the faces she noticed were famous celebrities, definitely out of her element she thought self-consciously. They were escorted to an elegantly presented table and she sat down nervously while staring at her water glass.

  He ordered a bottle of Romane Conti, and waited until the waiter left before reaching over the table, grasping her hands. "You seem very quiet sweetheart," he smiled as her eyes met his not understanding the strange look in her eyes.

  "I feel a little out of place with these people Sir," she whispered so that no one else would overhear.

  The thought that she felt beneath these people angered him and he tightened his grips on her hands. "Never speak that way about yourself Cayce, I will not allow it. Do you understand?" He kept his voice quiet but the implication of his words was plain.

  "Yes, Sir." She spoke softly and lowered her eyes, upset that she had disappointed him.

  "Look at me Cayce," he demanded and waited until she complied. "You are more worthy than all of these pompous asses," he spoke vehemently but at a level that only she would hear. "Money does not buy class and sweetheart you've got more of that than any woman in this room, and don't forget it."

  His words made her smile and her early discomfort faded. If he chose to be with her here, then who was anyone else to say she didn't belong. "Thank you, Sir." Her eyes filled with tears as she thought about how little confidence she had. Blinking them away, she knew that it was time to give herself a little more credit. While she wa
sn't rich, she was educated and she doubted that were few people in this room that had her knowledge of books. That thought and being with one of the most eligible bachelors in the city brought her right out of her strange mood.

  "That's my girl," he winked as moved his hands as their wine arrived. He waved away the waiter as he attempted to pour. The man left him with menus before departing. He poured them both a glass of wine before picking up the menu. "Would you allow me to order for you?"

  Smiling at his question, she nodded before answering. "I'll be honest, I have no idea what most of this stuff is Sir." She had opened her menu, staring at the courses. She had heard of the ingredients of course since this was an American Restaurant, but the way they had them laid out was confusing to her.

  She sipped on her wine and was shocked as the pleasing flavors rolled over her tongue. This definitely wasn't supermarket wine, and since she wasn't a big drinker that was about as far as her taste went. "This is really delicious, Sir."

  "I'll remember you like it, I have a few bottles of this at home." He didn't consume alcohol often, but enjoyed the perfection of this winery when he did. A clear head and healthy body were essential to the man he was, especially when it came to the lifestyle he had chosen. There was no room for clouded judgment.

  "Dylan, what an expected pleasure." Serif had noticed them when they entered the building and had watched with interest at the way he hovered protectively over his companion. Normally he wouldn't make an unannounced presence in public, as one never knew if a meeting in a public place was business or pleasure. He made an exception tonight because it was apparent by his possessive stance they weren't just business acquaintances.

  "Serif," Dylan nodded tensely, not expecting to see the man before the weekend gathering, "a pleasure seeing you here." Deciding he would need to make introductions, or seem rude he gestured toward Cayce. "Cayce this is an old friend, Serif," he chose his words carefully, "Cayce, Serif."

  She remembered his name and had to force back a sudden urge to cringe. "It's nice to meet you, Sir," she hoped her voice didn't tremble.

  "A delight I'm sure," his eyes roamed over her form slowly before returning to Dylan. "So will you be attending my event this weekend?" He kept the words impersonal so there would be no backlash if indeed this woman was not privy to their lifestyle.

  Cayce felt chilled to the bone at his inspection, she couldn't think of what else to call it. Turning her attention toward Dylan, her hands clasped nervously in her lap, not sure what she was supposed to say to this man if anything.

  "We would not miss it," forcing himself to smile even as he wanted to slap the man's face for daring to look at his woman, he spoke with warmth.

  Serif turned his attention back to Cayce, a smile finding his own face at his admittance of her nature. "A few special friends are making their way out to the Island tonight, perhaps you and your 'companion' would like to join us?" He knew what he liked, and if this girl was available, he would prefer to make a claim before the other men had a chance to look her over.

  "We would be delighted of course," he forced himself to smile even deeper while all the while wanting to smash the man's face into a wall. Seeing that he had his attention fully, which was much better than him staring at his Cayce like she was a morsel he wanted to devour, he continued to speak. "Will be meeting at your Yacht?"

  "Yes, we'll be departing around midnight that should give you plenty of time to make yourself available, no?" His eyes turned back to the beautiful girl and his thoughts roamed. She would definitely be a pleasing addition to his family, he thought. There was something fresh and untouched about this one and that made him ache to break her. She would do very nicely as his whore, he thought with a smirk.

  Their waiter arrived and Dylan was grateful for the interruption. "We will be there," forcing himself to smile again, he hoped the rude asshole left them to their dinner before he blew everything by taking out his rage on him.

  The possessive gleam in Dylan's eyes gave him pause and he nodded. If he wanted her for himself, then that made the challenge of taking her even more exciting. "I'll leave you to your dinner, and please don't keep me waiting tonight." Turning back to Cayce, he smirked, "I look forward to getting to know you much better, little one." With those words he departed.

  Cayce let out the breath she had been holding since he turned to look her over again. The man scared her on a physical level and she wasn't sure she could go through with this fiasco. "Sir?" Honestly she didn't know what to ask him, but her hands were trembling nervously and she felt her body shiver at the feeling he left her with.

  "Not here Cayce," he warned her softly before turning back to the waiter and ordering quickly. This meal needed to be over quickly with the plans they needed to make. He needed the extra days with her, but that just wasn't going to happen it seemed. They had only a few hours before their undercover farce began, and he had no idea how they'd pull it off.

  The rest of their meal was eaten in silence as both of them had much to think about. She knew the food must have been delicious, but she couldn't even taste it her nerves were so strung at what they were about to attempt. When he asked if she was ready to leave, she simple nodded his head and waited as he took care of the bill. When they finally made it to the car and were alone again, she felt on the edge of tears.

  "Put your seatbelt on Cayce," he demanded softly as he slid his on. His mind was filled with worries at the moment and he knew he would have to control his own emotions if he was going to keep her calm. The scene he had planned might need to be altered a bit since they were going to be on the Island without having to go through any test of sorts. Perhaps he could pull off that she was a new submissive, he thought to himself. It would make much more sense this way and it wouldn't be so far as of stretch, he considered.

  After they had ridden down the road a while he let out a stressed breath. "We're going to play this a little differently Cayce, and I think this will be easier for you." He needed her relaxed with him and not worrying about some scene that was going to push her way beyond anything she was ready for. "I'm going to need you to trust me to keep you safe sweetheart."

  "What if he figures out I'm a fraud Sir, and how did he not notice that I was Cayce's twin?" Gripping her hands nervously in her lap, her nerves had her almost at the point of hysteria. Before this night was over she was going to be with the same monster who had taken her sister, and as much as she trusted Dylan, this man she was meeting was obviously not as trustworthy.

  "To be honest Cayce with all the women serving him, your sister is just another face in the crowd, and who knows maybe that's exactly why he was drawn to you." Serif was not known for his great intellect, he thought, and if knew him like he thought he did his possessiveness over Cayce would be more appealing to him than her beauty. "And unless you've changed your mind about belonging to me, you're not a fraud at all."

  "Of course I haven't changed my mind about that Sir," she flushed at the thoughts that moved through her mind and body as she considered belonging to him.

  Smiling genuinely for the first time since their meeting with Serif, he pulled into his driveway. "You just remember who owns you girl, and there won't be any problems." He winked before getting out the car and walking over to open her door.

  "I don't think I will be forgetting that anytime soon, Sir," feeling a little of the weight lift from her heart she smiled as he held out his hand to her.

  "Good girl," pulling her into his arms he crushed her against him, determined to make her less apprehensive about what they were about to do. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply, he wanted all her focus on her desires and not that damned island. They would pull off this, get her sister back, and then he was going to chain her to his bed for the rest of his life he thought possessively.

  Surrendering to the desire he brought to life her hips pressed against him, her body aching to be with his again. A soft whimper escaped her lips as his hands grabbed her rear, pushing against her show
ing just how on board he was with her needs.

  "You're going to walk that cute little ass back up to my room, and wait for me in that bed with nothing on but a smile girl." Pulling back he swatted her ass lightly and let her go.

  Jumping slightly at his slap she walked toward the house smiling. She made her way upstairs and stripped off the dress and the rest of her clothing, having no intention of denying him anything.

  He smiled as he undressed just as quickly, leaving his clothes piled on the floor. Walking over to the bed, he allowed his eyes to take in every inch of her exquisite form. Not making any move to climb into the bed he smiled, "Spread your legs girl and pleasure yourself."

  His softly spoken command instantly had her aroused and she opened her legs widely before allowing her fingers to slide across her smooth mound. Slowly rubbing her sex, her hips arching up to meet her own touch she moaned softly.

  The sight of her fingers stroking the silken pink folds had his cock standing at attention instantaneously. Reaching down he held his dick and stroked while watching her. "Slide your fingers inside," he demanded.

  Without embarrassment she allowed two fingers to slide inside her body, slowly riding herself and moaning softly. Her eyes enjoyed the delightful scene of watching him pleasure himself. There was something so erotic about being so free in her sexuality.

  "I want you to taste yourself," he continued to pump his member, feeling it grow thicker at her movements. As her fingers made their way to her lips he growled. "Tell me how you taste girl," he wasn't sure who was more turned on at this point and he knew this little game wasn't going to last long.

  A flush finally found her cheeks at his demand, "Sweet and aching for you, Sir." She wanted to feel his shaft plunge inside and her hips arched upward inviting him silently to join her.

  Her words were enough to break his control and he moved onto the bed quickly, lifting her beautiful ass up as his mouth ravished her. "This pussy is mine girl," he lifted his head and growled before allowing his tongue to plunge in deeply." Spearing inside her wetness for a few more stroked he pulled back. "Say it, tell me who this pussy belongs to!" He was like a man demented and the thought of taking her to the Island tonight was fucking with his self-control.