5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set)

by Michelle Hughes

  "Go to your sister, girl," he whispered calmly. There would be plenty of time to discuss this when they were on the boat out of here. This girl needed to get her mind cleared and get into a place where she felt safe again. He had an idea of what she had suffered under the hands of Serif, and doubted that she'd be whole for some time. Cayce was going to hate him for what he was going to suggest, but the thought of not doing what he knew was right would have far worse consequences.

  "Thank you sir," Cait offered a tentative smile to her new Master before taking Cayce's outstretched hand.

  They were forced to wait until dusk to leave the Island and Dylan sent the girls to Cayce's room until time to board the ship. He was in one hell of a fix now and he knew that Cayce was going to have a hard time understanding what he was about to do.

  9 Comforting

  Dylan had given them both one of his shirts when they entered the cabin on the boat. He had no intention of allowing either of them to prance around naked for other eyes to see. He allowed them to get reacquainted on the Island but on this trip back home it was time to come to some resolutions.

  Cayce had no idea why she was nervous as she and her sister prepared for the meal on deck. Dylan had told her that he expected both of them promptly at eight. Cait had explained to her all the horrible things Serif had forced her to undergo on the Island and she was near to bursting with rage at how her sister had been mistreated.

  He had caned her when she didn't fall in line with his plans and made her service half his staff. Some of the things he demanded of her sister made her flesh crawl. Water play was something Dylan had explained to her and been put on her no no list. With Serif, the contract was made for a monetary purpose and he had refused to pay off her debt if she didn't agree to his terms. In Cayce's mind this was nothing more than blackmail.

  She hadn't gone into detail about her feelings for Dylan, because the stories her sister had told her were so horrific she felt she needed to discuss that more. She did tell her that he had been training her to perform at an exhibit, but little else.

  Scrubbed free of makeup, there was very little difference between the two sisters, Dylan thought as they walked up on deck. Both beautiful in their own ways, he easily deciphered who was who by the look in their eyes.

  Cait kneeled at his feet and Cayce almost followed her lead, but then wasn't very sure what relationship they had now that the farce was over. Instead she stood and looked at him, hoping her eyes didn't show how lonely she felt at that moment.

  "Please join me," speaking softly he motioned toward the dining table. This was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do and he could only hope that Cayce would someday forgive him for suggesting this. "I want to talk to you both together, because what I'm going to suggest will only happen if all of us agree.

  Cayce and Cait sat down at the table, not sure what to expect. They shared a quick look at each other and their expression wore differences that were easily noticeable. Cayce was afraid that now that this was over, Dylan would no longer wish to train her. Cait was scared that the man she now would call Master would be as cruel as the person she had just left.

  He couldn't prolong this any longer and he turned to Cait. "Cait I need to know if what has happened on the Island has completely turned you away from this lifestyle, or if you feel that there is a part of you that would want to continue if it wasn't so in-depth." That was a polite way of putting the torture Serif had more than likely put her through.

  "Honestly Sir, I thought this lifestyle was something completely different until Serif came along. I liked a lot of things I had tried before meeting him, but there are things he did to me that I'm not sure I'll ever forgive." She had to be honest with this man, he basically held her life in his hands so to speak.

  Dylan nodded and his eyes moved to Cayce's and filled with apology before returning back to Cait. "What Serif did to you had nothing to do with this lifestyle in my opinion, and if you would allow me the chance I would like to show you the positives again?"

  Cayce's heart broke with every word, and she forced herself to retain her composure. It was apparent to her that it was her sister he truly wanted and she would just have to force herself to get over this. Cait had been through enough in her life and if Dylan could made her happy, then as much as it would kill her she was going to suck this up with a brave face. She had no doubt it would break her.

  "Sir, I don't understand what you're offering me here. I have a debt to replay and I have no intention of going back on that." Even though the thought of suffering under another Master's hands terrified her, she somehow knew that Dylan wouldn't be as cruel.

  "Cait if you agree to be my slave, it will be under your terms. What Serif did to you was wrong, but there are people in this lifestyle that truly do enjoy it on both ends."

  "I'm not sure what you mean by my terms Sir," she was completely confused. She just assumed that to be a slave she must do whatever her Master requested of her.

  "A good Master will never push you past the submission you’re willing to give Cait. Stretching limits is one thing, forcing you to do something you are completely against is another. I would like the opportunity to show you the difference."

  Cait was floored that he was asking her permission and a part of her still wanted to explore the incredible feelings that had led her toward discovering this lifestyle in the first place. "I would be honored to learn from you, Sir." For the first time in months Cait finally felt that she was not a complete idiot for wanting this.

  Smiling somewhat he nodded his head. "When we leave this ship I will welcome you into my home as my slave then." Turning his attention toward Cayce he feared her reaction. There was no expression on her face and he honestly couldn't get a reading on her. "Let's enjoy our dinner, and Cayce I'd like to talk to you alone when we're done?" He put it in the form of a question and was somewhat fearful that she would refuse him.

  Cayce gave a nod of her head, afraid that if she spoke she would scream at the unfairness of it all. Why wouldn't he want her sister more, she thought to herself. This was her life, and not one that belonged to the quiet librarian she had been before this whole thing started. She had forced back her emotions for years before meeting him, one more night, she told herself she could get through.

  They ate in relative silence and Cait asked to be excused as soon as they had finished eating. Dylan needed to spend some time alone with her sister and told her to get some rest. Turning back to Cayce he had no idea where to begin. The ending of this trip, he had planned completely differently. He wouldn't be the man he was if he didn't do what he could to help her sister though. He remembered how distorted Elizabeth was when she returned from the Island, and he wasn't willing to let another woman suffer in mental misery that way again.

  "Thank you for helping me get Cait back," she whispered quietly unable to meet his eyes.

  "There is no need to thank me Cayce, I am a man of my word." He spoke somberly feeling her pull away from him. "I would like you to come home with us." He hoped his words didn't sound as desperate as they sounded because the thought of losing her was agonizing.

  With them she thought, as part of modern day harem? The part of her that ached to give in to his needs wanted to scream yes. The realistic part of herself knew she would never be happy sharing him with another woman, even if it was her sister.

  "It's time for me to return to my life, Dylan," she almost choked on the words as she said them. Her life before him had been nothing, and the thought of going back to that filled her with sorrow. He had changed her in ways he probably would never understand, but that wasn't enough to turn her into his whore.

  This was what he had feared and it filled his soul with an agony he couldn't describe. "Are you sure that's what you really want, Cayce?" He couldn't believe that she wanted to walk away from him so easily.

  "I can't change who I am, any more than you can Dylan." She smiled weakly at him, feeling at any minute she was going to lose the b
attle inside her heart that demanded she kneel at his feet and beg him to make her belong to him.

  "I would never ask that of you Cayce," lowering his eyes he wanted to demand that she come home with him where she belonged. She had to make that decision, and as much as he wanted her to choose him, he would never attempt to take her choices away. "You have my word that I will never sleep with her."

  Her eyes lifted to his, shocked that he would give her that. In truth he had already given them both so much that she didn't feel she deserved to have that gift. The thought pleased her though. Knowing that he would only physically train her made this bitter pill much easier to swallow. She knew with Dylan, that Cait would finally find peace in her troubled life. "Thank you for that, and everything."

  "Can I ask you for one last thing, Cayce," he knew he shouldn't do this to himself, but the thought of not holding her one more time was driving him crazy.

  "Of course," he had to know that she would do anything for him. He had freed her sister from a lifetime of servitude, and had taught her that she was still capable of feeling passion. Those two things assured there would always be a place in her heart for him.

  Standing up, pushing away from the table he held out his arms to her. When she walked into them he pulled her against his chest and held her tightly. "I'll never regret our time together Cayce. He whispered the words into her ear, wishing that she would change her mind and take his offer.

  She held him just as tightly for long minutes, feeling the security of his arms and wondering how she would ever survive without him. When the pain became too much, and she felt the tears pooling in her eyes she whispered. "I will never regret my time with you, Sir." Pulling out of his arms she quickly turned and ran back to her cabin.

  Cait wasn't in this room so she could only assume that she was in Dylan's. Throwing herself on the bed she cried for everything she had lost. She would never forget Dylan St. Clair and the love that would dwell in her heart for him until her last breath was drawn.

  She didn't sleep at all that night and when the boat pulled back into the dock, she snuck off the boat and found her way back home.

  10 Moving On

  Three months came and went as Cayce tried to move on with her life. Sinking back into her books, she reverted back to her normal life but with much more confidence. She had called Detective Ingram a few days after her return. It had taken her that long to get over the overwhelming depression that kept her in bed. Forcing herself to remember that she had been in worse places than this in her life had given her the push to finally get back to living.

  The library had extended her vacation another week and she took that time to come to grips with her life without Dylan. Her sister had visited a week after they returned home and she could see how great being with him was for her. It was like an entirely different person inhabited Cait's body. Her smile and attitude was that of a confident young lady instead of the shell of a person she had been before.

  Cayce had taken Cait down to the police station to finish her part of the report and Detective Josh Ingram was a completely different person with her than he had been when she had seen him. He had apologized profusely for not taking more of an interest in her case and Cayce was shocked at how he flirted with her sister.

  Dylan had hired Cait to work as his personal assistant and she now had a full-time job. Without having to constantly worry about her sister, Cayce felt like she was floundering. Her entire life she had been the one to fix Cait's problems. She really hoped that Cait now had the chance to have the happiness she had been so long denied.

  Pulling herself out of her walk down memory lane, she struggled to focus on her job. She glanced at the clock glad that she only had another half hour before the library closed. Without Cait around the apartment was lonely and she had adopted a cat from the local humane shelter. She was ready to get this day done, and enjoy some time with her new pet. Shaking her head, she bit back a laugh at the thought of becoming an old cat lady.

  She smiled as a couple of younger kids raised their voices in excitement and she shushed them. Secretly she loved the sound of children, and if the library hadn't had such strict rules she would have let their laughter continue. As the phone rang she was shaking her head at how clichéd the thought of shooshing children was.

  "Library, this is Cayce Miller speaking." Glancing over at the kids she smiled.

  "Cayce, I need you to come to Dylan's," Cait's frantic voice sounded on the other end of the line.

  "Is everything okay, what's wrong Cait?" The old memories surfaced and panic set in at her sister's tone.

  "I can't talk about this on the phone, just get here as soon as you can."

  The line went dead and Cayce nibbled on her lip in worry. What could have possibly happened, she wondered nervously? What was wrong with Dylan, he was supposed to take care of her, she thought angrily.

  She cleared out the library as quickly as was professionally possible and locked everything down. The entire way to Dylan's mansion a million horrible thoughts went through her mind, even though none of them made much sense. By the time she reached the front door, she was frantic with worry.

  The servant opened the door with a warm smile and she wanted to slap his face for appearing so calm. "Where's my sister," she demanded rudely, knowing if something horrible had happened to her she was going to personally give Dylan a piece of her mind.

  "She is waiting for you in the dungeon, Miss." The servants face revealed nothing and she pushed by him, storming her way down the basement stairs.

  "Cait," she called out loudly wondering why the entire dungeon was flooded with candlelight and not electricity. Panic set in and she looked around frantically. A path of white rose petals led from the door and she allowed her eyes to follow the trail, her eyes widening when she saw where they ended.

  Dylan was cuffed to the bed, his beautiful body splayed perfectly upon the satin sheets and her mouth fell open in shock. Allowing her eyes to trail over his wide expanse of chest, then lower across his muscled abs, and past his beautiful erect shaft before finding his eyes once more.

  Confusion flowed over her like a blinding storm even as her body reacted to the incredible view before her. "Dylan?" Licking her lips that had suddenly become overly dry she raised an eyebrow.

  "This is what I wanted to do when we left the Island," he smiled at her showing the dimple on his chin.

  Walking over to the bed in almost a daze, she was still just as confused. "I don't understand," the words were the barest of whispers. It really was unfair that a man could look so beautiful, she thought.

  "I'm offering myself to you, to be your slave," he spoke the words with as much confidence as he could manage, hoping she wouldn't turn him down.

  He had convinced Cait to tie him up, and call her sister. It had taken months to get her to the place where he knew she would be mentally adjusted. Those had been the most agonizing months of his life as he longed for Cayce.

  "You want me to be your Master?" Cayce was floored at his offer. In all the dreams she had about him over the last three months, not one of them included him offering to be her love slave. While the thought gave her libido a huge kick, this wasn't truly what she wanted from him.

  "I am begging you to be my Mistress," he corrected, his eyes full of a mischievous glint, seeing how her lips trembled as she looked him over.

  The thought of taking off her clothes and joining him in that bed was definitely intriguing, but still this wasn't what she wanted. "I'm sorry Dylan, I can't do that."

  His gaze faltered at her words and he closed his eyes tightly. He had waited too long, he thought to himself. How was he going to live without this woman that meant more to him that the very air he breathed, he wondered in disappointment. Feeling her slender fingers on the cuff, he opened his eyes and watched as she released his bonds. "Forgive me for thinking you would consider taking me back." He attempted a smile, hoping she would at least not hate him.

  "I think you misunderstand
," her hand lifted to his cheek and she stroked it gently.

  Now it was his turn to be shocked at her touch. "Perhaps you should enlighten me." Please, he thought before I lose my mind here.

  Picking up the cuffs she held them out. When he took them from her hands she held her hands out. "I could never top from the bottom," she paused and looked at him with a warm smile, "Sir."

  The thought that she would willingly submit to him shook him to the very core. "I expect a lifetime commitment, are you sure you're ready for that?" His mouth lifted in a small smirk, overjoyed at how things were turning out.

  "I will take nothing less, Sir." Smiling back at him she kept her hands in front of her and her eyes went to the cuffs.

  Smiling widely he encased one wrist in the fur lined cuff then the other. Pushing her gently back on the bed, he secured her. Lowering his lips to her he kissed her with all the pent up longing he had suffered for the last three months. Pulling back, he gazed into her eyes and spoke with a deep timbre, "I love you girl." Without giving her a moment to speak he kissed her again with longing.

  After several minutes he stood up and his eyes glinted with purpose. Walking over to the chest he pulled out a long silver blade and walked back toward her menacingly.

  She smiled, trusting him completely even as he lowered the blade under her shirt and cut it and her bra from her body. Without any doubt whatsoever she knew he wouldn't hurt her. Remaining completely still, she watched in silent fascination as he used the same careful action to slice through the material of her skirt and underwear.

  "I have missed you terribly, girl," his hands moved to cup her full breasts, testing their weight. "You don't want to know the things I've thought about doing to you." Lowering his mouth his teeth grazed one of her pale nipples, enjoying the soft whimper that escaped her lips.