A Princess Submits [Safeword LLC 4] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  “Are you wearing your plug?”

  Lisa went to turn around, surprised at the question. Owen’s hands grasped her upper arms, preventing her from turning. She’d just gotten off the phone with her father and this is what he asked her? Owen brought her back against his chest harder than she expected, immediately reminding her that she was still home with them. This was her sanctuary. Her worries were theirs, and she didn’t have to concern herself with decisions right now.

  “I asked you a question, princess.”

  “Yes, Master.” Lisa felt her nipples harden against her black lace bra. How was she ever going to make it through the day with visions of what would happen this evening floating through her head? “I’m wearing my plug.”

  “Lift your dress over your ass and bend over, bracing yourself on the mattress. Make sure your legs are spread wide.”

  Lisa’s heart fluttered against her chest as Owen moved away from her. With trembling fingers, she pulled her dress up and around her waist. They’d not permitted her to wear panties since the day she’d moved in, even during working hours. Since panty hose were not permitted, she had opted for a garter belt and stockings, which framed her bare pussy rather nicely. The cool air of the bedroom drifted in between her legs as she separated her feet, still ensconced in her black high heels. She heard a drawer open and close.

  “Do you remember why I want you to continuously wear a plug?” Owen asked. Lisa heard a foiled wrapper being torn and knew that he had to have noticed the toy shifting in her ass from the spasms she was experiencing. She was about to have his cock in her ass. “Princess? This is the second time this morning you haven’t answered me immediately. Do you need to be disciplined?”

  “No, Master,” Lisa murmured, letting her head fall when she felt him take a hold of the base of her plug. He slowly pulled it out of her. “I wear my plug to keep myself ready for you, Master.”

  “That’s right,” Owen said, as she heard him flip the lid of the lubricant he obviously had in his hand. She didn’t have long to wait. He placed his tip at her quivering anus and grabbed her hips. “You keep yourself ready for us—anytime, anywhere. And right now, I want your ass because there is no way in hell I’m waiting until tonight.”

  Without delay, Lisa felt him drive his cock into her ass. She was more than grateful they had prepared her all this time with various plugs. The immediate burn that set her ass on fire had her head snapping up and a cry falling from her lips. Owen gave her no time to adjust and began thrusting, over and over. She never would have guessed that such a scorching sensation could have her climbing that mountain to her release. Her clit felt as if it was swelling and ready to explode.

  “Whose ass is this?”

  “Yours, Master!” Lisa needed her clit touched, but he was driving into her with such force, she was afraid to release the mattress.

  “Who will you think of all day?”

  “You, Master!” Lisa felt his fingers dig deeper into her hips. A little more and she’d be sent over the edge. “Please!”

  Owen suddenly stopped, his shaft swelling and releasing his cum into the condom. Lisa felt like she’d been on a roller coaster ride and the cart had suddenly stopped on the track. The only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat. Her body needed relief in a way she’d never known and the burning left in her ass was a harsh reminder.

  “Master?” Lisa whispered, afraid but knowing what he was about to say.

  Owen slowly pulled out of her. He helped her stand and turn around to face him. Taking her face into his hands, he kissed her gently. Pulling back, he flashed his dimple before saying those dreaded words.

  “No coming for you until this evening. In this house, you have no worries that should distract you from answering my questions. Now turn back around. You’ll wear your medium-sized plug today to remind you of your only responsibility—us.”

  Lisa felt tears burn the back of her eyelids as she turned back around to face the bed. She bent over, her body feeling as if it was one big exposed nerve. She was well aware that the phone call from her father wasn’t the reason she was to suffer today. It was the fact that she didn’t share her worries with Owen after disconnecting the call. He was her Master and therefore, in charge of any concerns she might have.

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “You’re learning, princess,” Owen said, as he prepared her toy. She felt the tip slip inside her anus. Her ass still burned from his thrusting and only seemed to frustrate her more, causing her clit to ache for release. He continued to push the plug inside of her until her sphincter relaxed and closed around the base. “Please us tonight and we’ll give you your release as never before.”

  * * * *

  “What are you doing here?” Landon asked, after he had opened the French patio doors. “I thought you were going shopping for this evening.”

  Owen was standing on the back patio contemplating what had happened this morning. He had a soda in his hand. Looking down at it, he took the last swig before turning to face his cousin. Landon was dressed similar to him, in denim, but with a white button-down shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, and Owen didn’t even bother to bring up the fact that he had cat hair clinging to the fabric. It would only piss him off.

  “I’m about to head out. I just needed some time to think on something.” Owen rubbed his jaw, trying to figure out a way to tell Landon the time had arrived for them to come clean with Lisa. “I meted out a slight punishment to Lisa this morning.”

  “Really?” Landon asked, his eyebrows rising in surprise.

  “Her father called before she left this morning. I walked in on the conversation. After Lisa disconnected the call, I could sense she was troubled. Instead of talking about it with me, she placed her phone inside of her purse and acted like nothing had happened.” Owen leaned against one of the pillars. “I sent her off to work with a freshly fucked ass, a larger plug, and somewhat sexually frustrated. Oh, I almost forgot, I included a reminder that she chose us to place her trust in. We are here for her and she has nothing to worry about with us by her side.”

  “How did that go?”

  “She seemed penitent, but I have a feeling it will take quite a while before she realizes that all of her worries need to stop at our front door.”

  “You have to admit, she eased into it like a pro. Walking through the door, disrobing and presenting herself to us, being fed by our hand, and basically giving her body over to us was done with simplicity. There were bound to be some speed bumps.”

  Owen shook his head. “I’m not disagreeing with you, but you have to admit that she’s subconsciously holding herself back due to what we’ve done to her father.”

  “Her father did it to himself,” Landon said, placing his hands in his pockets. “He’s a greedy, small man who was on the verge of stealing his own company’s developing software and exporting a specific ITAR-controlled application to a prohibited foreign country for his own personal gain. The only saving grace is that we stopped him before he managed to drain Lisa’s trust fund to sponsor his treasonous little plan to enrich himself.”

  “I stand by what I said from the beginning. We should tell her.”

  “He’s the only family she has left, Owen,” Landon argued. “We can’t even imagine what it’s like not to have our families. Our parents mean the world to us, even if we only get to see them on holidays.”

  Owen leaned his head back against the pillar and closed his eyes. He knew that Landon had a point. While they had chosen to stay in Chicago after attending college, their families resided in Maine. Everyone always made it a point to get together for holidays, which had Owen wondering how accepting their parents would be of Lisa. He and Landon were very close with their family. They had even broached the subject with their fathers a couple of years ago about being interested in a ménage relationship, more as a test to see how the water would flow with their mothers. It had gone better than they could have imagined and just as he and Landon suspected, their fath
ers had gone running to their mothers with the information.

  “She’d have our family,” Owen said, looking back at Landon. “We should have let Philip Zanier go through with stealing the company’s proprietary software and selling it. His ass would be in jail by now and it would be out of our hands.”

  “And Lisa would be flat broke with no family except a disgraced father and no future in her chosen profession,” Landon said, countering his point. “Remember, we weren’t aware of her interest in the lifestyle back then or that she would be here with us now. We did it because we care for her.”

  Owen shook his head, knowing that Landon didn’t want to hear that they might have made a mistake. He fished out his keys for his new midnight black Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4, needing to drive his frustration into the ground. He would swing by Liam Hemcourt’s place and pick up their order for this evening. No one could fabricate custom nipple and clit clamps in the form of exquisite jewelry quite like Liam could. He walked past Landon and then stopped to say something that his cousin needed to hear.

  “I’m afraid she’ll find out and not only feel betrayed by her father, but by us. Then she really will have no one.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Any questions regarding this evening?”

  Lisa shook her head, although that was the only thing she moved. While she loved the look of the beautifully decorated chain that hung across her chest connecting her nipples clamps and dangling down from her ornate golden collar over her abdomen to connect to her clit clamp, she could have done without the heavy golden fasteners. Rubies glittered from between the links, but the glorious design did nothing to alleviate the burn the clamps created. At the point where the chains intersected between her breasts, a small golden, medallion-shaped disk joined them all together.

  “No, Sir.”

  Owen had gone to answer the doorbell, considering the staff was given the evening off. Much to Hansel and Gretel’s dismay, they were cordoned off from this side of the house to cut off their mischievous behavior. Landon had stayed behind on the patio with her, obviously to assure himself that she was comfortable with the rules for their upcoming play party. She wasn’t, but Lisa knew that was just her nerves.

  “Those clamps will be on you for the evening, so I suggest you get used to them,” Landon said, humor lacing his voice. “The disk in the center contains a receiver and a capacitive charger. It is capable of delivering a punitive shock or a pleasurable tingle. I’m looking forward to seeing how the design works out.”

  Lisa bit her tongue from replying back, knowing that would only get her in trouble. Although the evening was warm, Owen and Landon had one of the fire pits going, with various finger foods displayed on plates around the tile. Drinks were off to the side at the bar, and Lisa had no doubt it was stocked with everything there could be. She was kneeling on a pillow, grateful that she wasn’t up and moving about. Lisa was sitting in the proper position, although Landon informed her she could be relaxed, because it kept the pressure off of the clit clamp. She wasn’t sure how much more stimulation her clit could take.

  Landon surprised her by kneeling down in front of her and taking her chin in his fingers. Tilting her head up until her gaze met his, she resisted the urge to twirl her mother’s ring. His dark eyes had an intense emotion within them that she couldn’t name, and it was making her nervous.

  “Princess, you walked through our door after work and left your worries at the door. There are no choices or decisions to make. We have an entire weekend to ourselves in which you will receive more pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, if only you would accept it. To whom does your body belong now?”

  The more he spoke and reminded her of the ecstasy she found when submitting to them, the more Lisa found herself accepting the burn the clamps initiated along with a level of peace regarding the upcoming evening. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to lean into him.

  “You and Master Owen, Sir.”

  Landon brought her lips up to his and kissed her thoroughly. She didn’t hear the sound of people and the shuffle of footsteps until Landon had pulled away from her with a half smile.

  “Very good, princess.”

  Lisa remained in position as Landon greeted their guests. A slight unease came over her as she realized she knew the two men. Their names had sounded familiar, but it wasn’t until they walked onto the patio that she recognized them. Sander and Lashe Bartel had attended a function of hers a couple of months ago. She struggled to remember what business they were in, yet the information remained elusive.

  “Sander, Lashe, it’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”

  “Last time we saw each other was at the club a few months ago,” Lashe said, placing his hand on his woman’s back. “Courtney, Owen will take your coat and then you may join Lisa over by the fire.”

  At the mention of her name, a small jolt went through her. Did they recognize her? Landon had told her they weren’t standing on ceremony in regards to keeping her gaze cast downward. The subs were permitted to talk and enjoy the evening until it came time to play in the dungeon. Armed with that information, Lisa searched Lashe’s face for any indication that he knew more about her than she was aware. He gave nothing away.

  “It’s nice to see you again, Lisa,” Sander said, coming to stand on the other side of Lashe. She gave a slight nod of her head in acknowledgement, but couldn’t find words right now. Owen had taken Courtney’s light jacket, revealing a tight red corset around her middle, leaving her breasts and pussy exposed. “I hope the dinner we attended raised enough money for the inner city clinic you are representing.”

  “Y–yes, thank you.”

  Lisa grabbed a hold of her ring. Shit. She remembered exactly who they were now. They owned Cunningham Publishing. A sick feeling settled into the pit of her stomach. She looked down at her hands. Lisa was aware that Courtney had walked over and settled onto the pillow next to her, but was totally surprised to find that Owen had accompanied her. The slight jolt delivered via her chains to her nipple clamps immediately grabbed her attention.

  “Look at me,” Owen ordered. Lisa instantly obeyed, noticing that there was no sign of his dimple. “What did you leave at the door?”

  Lisa inhaled an unsteady breath and knew it wasn’t only due to his words, but also the fire that had been sent spreading through her body. Her nipples throbbed at the reminder of being pinched and shocked, and she was just grateful that Owen hadn’t included the chain leading downward to affect her clit.

  “My worries, Master,” Lisa whispered, knowing that he was right. They wouldn’t put her in a position where her work would be compromised. She was letting her concerns get the best of her and if she wasn’t careful, she would garner another punishment. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  Without another word, Owen stood up and walked back toward the men who were now gathered by the bar. Lisa shot a glance at Courtney to find the woman staring at her in wonderment. Why?

  “Um, are you okay?” Lisa asked, noticing that Courtney was younger by around ten years. She was probably in her midtwenties and by the radiant smile she was producing, having the time of her life. The red corset looked beautiful on her bronzed skin. Her black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, accentuating her cheekbones. She was a pretty girl. “You seem a little shocked.”

  “Do you live the lifestyle twenty-four-seven?” Courtney obviously didn’t have a clit clamp, for she sat down on her ass with both legs bent to the side of her. Lisa cringed, knowing how that would feel if she were to sit like that. “I could never do that.”

  “I wouldn’t say it was twenty-four-seven, but more when I come home.” Lisa shocked herself by saying the word home. Is that how she was coming to look upon this place? “I like not having to make decisions or worry about life. It sounds cowardly, I know, but it gives me an inner peace to know that Master Owen and Sir Landon will take care of me.”

  “So you work?” Courtney asked, taking a cracker with cheese off of
the plate in front of her.

  “Yes, and this doesn’t affect what I do.”

  “I get it,” Courtney said around the food that was left in her mouth. “I couldn’t do that, though. I like to play. Sander and Lashe are great guys, don’t get me wrong, but we just scene together every now and then.”

  Over an hour passed, surprising Lisa. Although Courtney wasn’t usually the type of person she would associate with bearing in mind her carefree attitude, Lisa enjoyed the time getting to know her. The young girl definitely had a happy-go-lucky persona and enjoyed life by the minute. Lisa figured she could take a few cues from her. They were just starting to discuss Courtney’s penchant for water sports, which astounded Lisa, when the men started their way.

  “Should we retire to the dungeon? Sander would like to try his hand at electrical play and I thought I would walk him through the proper steps.”

  Lisa smiled at Landon, remembering how much fun the violet wand had been. He held out his hand, which she took, and he helped her to stand. She hadn’t realized that her legs had fallen to sleep and was grateful that Owen was behind her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, giving her legs time to adjust. However, the movement caused her clit clamp to tug on the engorged flesh. She couldn’t prevent the moan that slipped between her lips.

  “I think someone else would like to participate in a scene,” Owen murmured against her ear. The underlying promise had her pussy quivering. “I’m sure I can come up with something.”

  * * * *

  Landon had let Owen know that he felt it best they postpone Lisa’s scene until he had gotten Sander and Lashe set up with the electrical play equipment. It would help Lisa in the long run if she were to witness an actual scene, since they hadn’t been to the club. He was glad he suggested it, because the way Lisa was staring at Courtney bound to the table, it was obvious she was fascinated.