Mission: Compromised Submissive

by Willow Brooke

  Dom held on tight, trying to remain in control against the clenching and milking of her tight hole around his rod. It was almost too much to handle. His fingers gripped into her flesh harder in desperation.

  Her head went back and she snarled at the big fucker teasing her body. “I want you to move, Sir. I need more.” Her words were barely understood since she was growling them at him through her clenched teeth. She tried jerking her hips up and down to gain the feeling of his flesh tickling those pleasurable nerve endings, and received a few smacks on the ass, which caused her to laugh. If he thought that was going to stop her he was mistaken. He finally gave her what she wanted, pulling back and sliding forward in longer strokes and faster short jabs. She was too far-gone. The tremors began and she felt her body squeezing his as she fell into the rabbit hole of pleasure.

  He hoped she would be able to experience that special euphoria with him seated deep in her tight rear end, and he’d almost lost it when she demanded that he move. As her tunnel began to spasm, he shouted and gave up holding back. He unsnapped the nipple clamps, hearing her scream in reaction to the blood rushing back into those delicious nubs. His cum shot from his cock, filling her ass with his hot seed. He stayed hung over her back with his arms wrapped around her, holding her to his heart. She was magnificent in her honest need, and he’d be damned if he’d ever let her go.

  That night, Vice felt reborn. A freeness like no other took over, exciting and rejuvenating her soul. Dom pulled her against him and sighed. “Alex, you’re one of a kind. I knew you were amazing, but I never expected you to be everything.” She was so exhausted she didn’t know if she heard him right, or if it was a dream. Either way, she fell asleep with a smile and a newfound sense of pride.

  Chapter Ten

  The next morning, Dom was up and gone when Vice woke. A single rose bud lie atop a neatly folded letter on his pillow beside her. “Who’d of thought Dom, a closet romantic?” After a lanky stretch and an unlady like groan from the delicious soreness that shot through her body, she picked up the piece of paper, and noticed immediately how it smelled of him. She couldn’t help but hold it to her nose and take in the spicy scent of his cologne. It was an intoxicating wake up call to her senses.

  Vice couldn’t help but smile. Normally, she was anything but cheerful before half a pot of coffee and a hot shower. Even after all that, it took a strong will to prevent punching anyone who spoke in her direction until close to noon. Today, she was shitting rainbows. Unable to resist, she flipped the note open, more excited than a grade schooler with a check yes or no love note. It read:

  Alexandria,

  I’m sorry I couldn’t be the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes, but the General is coming bright and early and I need to discuss a few things with him in private before the goons all show up. You have fresh clothes in the bathroom, and coffee hot and ready in the kitchen. Take your time, and come up to the house when you are ready. I thought you deserved a free profile slip after last night. Send me a picture of your hot little ass when you get this.

  Dom

  Vice giggled. So, part of it was romantic. The rest was typical man. “How the hell am I supposed to take a picture of my ass?” The mirror. Damn. She had to get up. With a huff, she stumbled into the bathroom, spotting her clothes he had left when she turned on the light. Atop the pile was yet another note and a little pink box with a ribbon. “Another surprise? Let’s see what’s behind door number two!” She opened the letter first, grinning at the smiley face drawn at the top.

  Glad you are following instructions. Remove the contents of the box and put it on before taking the pic. This is to stay on all day, no questions asked. Don’t wear anything other than what I have picked for you. See you soon.

  3 Dom

  Vice smiled, flipping the lid open. She almost dropped it when she saw what was inside. Perched neatly atop a tiny little silk pillow was a powder pink butt plug and a tube of lube. Her smile faded. “Sweet and romantic my ass,” she grumbled through clenched teeth. Debating whether to grab coffee first or just put the damn thing in, she cussed out loud. “Fucking-fuckity-fuck-shit-damn-whore.” Well, at least her morning was back to being normally asstastic…literally. No more shitting rainbows after this… With teeth clenched and daggers shooting from her eyes, she took the items out and looked them over, dreading what was to come. “This is gonna hurt,” she pouted. Then, an idea struck. Last night, Dom had used a vibrator on her. It had to be somewhere. She hustled into the bedroom and started rummaging through drawers, searching for the toy stash. Nothing. “The closet!” She ran over and opened the door, stepping into a damn sex shop galore. Where clothes were intended to be hung and where shoes were meant to be set out instead held every shaped and sized dildos ever made lined in neat rows along the walls. Whips, paddles, crops, handcuffs, rope, sashes, plugs, beads, gags, spreader bars, chains with little hooks attached that she had no idea and probably didn’t want to know were. It was all kink. “Lubes, vibes, and cocks, oh my.” She grabbed one of the simple massagers off the bottom shelf and hurried to the bathroom to plug it in. When it roared to life she felt embarrassed, but quickly dismissed it. “I’m shoving a cork in my ass, and using a vibrator is making me blush? Ugh.” Half excited and feeling naughty, she moved it over her still sensitive clit and jumped at the sensation. “Oooh. That’s nice.” When her body got warmed up some and she grew some courage, she squirted some of the lube on the end of the plug and smeared it around with her finger, coating it good. Little by little she pushed it against her tight ring, working the vibe good to help ease the sting. As it went past the tight barrier and slid in to the hilt she almost came. With her body tender from the previous night’s events, it wouldn’t take much for her to orgasm. Should she? No one would ever know…temptation gave in. Five more minutes with the buzzing against her clit and a few jiggles of the plug sent her body into tiny ripples of release. Now that was how to start a day. “Ah. Better.” She hurried and returned the massager back to where she found it and hurried back to the bathroom mirror to take the picture. Finally turning to a position she could get a decent angle, she snapped the pic and hit send, feeling more risqué than she ever had in her life. “Sexting. I have just had my first sexting experience. Lord help me. Coffee. Now.”

  Vice poured a cup of hot coffee, mixing in the flavored creamer that had been thoughtfully set out neatly with cup and spoon. Before she could get the first delicious sip, her phone buzzed. The notification said ‘Dom’. “Shit.” Her heart thudded in her chest, buzzing with a sudden adrenaline from anticipation. “What the hell is wrong with me? Cowgirl the fuck up. Uuugh.” She opened the text and gasped. How the hell…?

  So fucking sexy. Even better now that your ass is gonna match it. I didn’t give you permission to come…naughty little sub.

  Before she could reply, another came through.

  The juices dripping from your sweet little pussy onto your thighs was a dead giveaway. Get showered and get up here. Meeting starts in half an hour.

  Vice tossed her phone on the counter and downed half her coffee before a quick refill and stomped to the bathroom to shower, feeling the plug shift and move with each step.

  After a quick scrub and rinse, she toweled off and reached for her clothing, only to find it missing underwear. Great. Another awesome perk to accompany the rubber knob in her ass. Twenty minutes later, she was out the door. It was going to be a long ass day.

  Vice walked into the main house, doing her best to not look like she had a cob in her ass. Never would she have imagined how much effort and talent it took to not look like she had on a loaded diaper and walked normally. Each step burned, but the shifting teased. She had been half horny since she had put the damn thing in. Thankfully, the main living area was empty, giving her time to adjust before walking in to the full dining area. The General sat at the head of the table, feasting on yet another breakfast masterpiece made by Mrs. Sanders the saint. Maggie made Martha Stewart look like an amateur. �
�Hey, everyone. What’d I miss?”

  “Vice, dear, are you feeling better?” Mrs. Sanders asked. Vice looked at her confused, not sure what to say. “Dom said you woke with a bad headache and wouldn’t be in today. I was about to bring you breakfast and check your temperature.” Vice glanced at Dom who sat smugly in his chair, waiting for her to answer.

  “Oh, yeah, thanks. I took a hot shower and shoved some medicine down. It still hurts, butt its loads better.” She offered up a sweet smile, only to discretely dart a glare at Dom out of the corner of her eye. He only grinned wider at her references. Coy bastard.

  Mrs. Sanders hustled back with her plate and giant glass of orange juice. “Eat up, sweetheart. It’ll make you feel better.” Actually, Vice was glad at the over heaping plate of food this morning. Last night had left her famished. She didn’t know what to dig into first. As she ate, the General leisurely discussed parts of their objectives that were suitable for the others to hear. Later, they would adjourn to a more private location to go over the secret intimate details. First item up for discussion was the loads of Intel that needed combed through. “I understand we have a wedding to plan and that is our top priority. Still, I need off time to be spent analyzing the information we have. It is undetermined where or when we will deploy to next. It is vital we stay one step ahead of them at all times. We have reason to believe in the next three months they are going to make a move, and it’s going to be big. There is a meeting of government officials set in D.C. around that time. Our little covert operation has to remain just that until we have specifics and know what our next move is. As of yesterday at 0700, we received word from the Whitehouse that VP Kovak is flying to a press conference concerning the horrendous hurricanes that hit the coast of Asia. He is due out of country for a month. I am dispatching a team to follow him and report back any change or oddity in his routine. For now, keep a low profile.”

  “General, are we focusing on off shore manufacturing as well?” Romeo asked.

  “No. We have bigger fish to fry right now. That can wait. For now, give that little girl a wedding fit for a queen. Then, we work.”

  They carried on in small talk, discussing the different décor techniques Alaina had requested. The General phoned Claire and she jumped in offering his assistance and resources, happy to participate. Before they had the dishes cleared, Claire was knocking at the door. Alaina ran to answer the door, greeting the always crisp and sunny General’s wife. She had a Mary Poppins charm, with a genuine sweetness no one could resist.

  “Hi! Oh my goodness it is so nice to see you again, Claire!”

  “I have been looking for a reason to call on you and when George mentioned wedding time, I knew I’d found one! So, before I dive in uninvited, would you ladies like some help getting this show together? I have to confess I already put a bunch of ideas down since the last time we talked. I can show you and see what you like, then make the calls!”

  “Please! That is so generous and thoughtful of you. I’m sure anything you have will be perfect!” Alaina bounced excitedly.

  “Oh no, I love this stuff! The General and I eloped. He was set to ship out the next day, so we never got my dream wedding. I get to live vicariously through you, my dear! We will make it a celebration kings would envy.” Claire looped her arm with Alaina’s, notebook tucked under her arm. Her purse had other books and magazines sticking out. She stifled a giggle at the woman’s enthusiasm.

  Mrs. Sanders led them all into the more formal living space where by lunch time, Claire had managed to schedule same day appointments for the florist, dress shop, caterer, and bakery. They were off to a day of bridal bliss.

  Vice hated she couldn’t go with the ladies to shop for the wedding. Dom had insisted that while Hulk and a few of the others were off finding the decorations and seating, they needed to get cracking on the confiscated Intel pile with any free moments they had. Whatever he and the General had discussed, it was evident he knew something they didn’t. Even after Claire had shown up and they were alone, the only other somewhat secretive matters brought up had to do with documents and videos against the government concerning the 9-11 attacks. What was more than likely just another conspirators group trying to look cool, they still needed to do a full investigation and search for anything to debunk or conclude the allegations. It sucked that once again, she was stuck with the boys playing soldier while the others got to dress up and gussy around. Her choice of career defined her as a person, but deep down she still had that little girl who begged to get out and play dress up from time to time. This was one of those times.

  Vice walked into the barn that had been made into an office, hoping work would help distract her. There were stacks of files and electronics everywhere. It looked like a damn tornado had torn through leaving nothing but wreckage. “Shit. How the hell are we supposed to do anything in this mess?” she mumbled in the empty room. With a huff, she set out on an organizational frenzy.

  Thirty minutes of sorting and stacking, Vice was so far in the zone she hadn’t heard Dom walk in. He stood by the door, watching her hustle about and mumble to herself. Quietly, he reached in his pocket and pulled out the little pink remote. His thumb pressed a button, and Vice jumped as the plug hummed to life. She looked around, still not spotting him while she shimmied and squirmed at the sudden vibration in her ass. “Oooh! What the….” Her head snapped around, desperately looking for the source when she spotted Dom lurking in the corner. Dom’s lips were curled up. His dark eyes narrowed above the intense smirk that set her body on fire. Only Dom could give her that sexy devil grin and melt her where she stood.

  “How does that plug feel in your ass, pet?” He took two steps forward, keeping his dark eyes locked to hers. Without warning, he switched the setting and amped up the pulsating throb in her ass. When her knees threatened to fold he reached out and caught her, yanking her body against his chest with a thud. She winced from the stab of pain that shot through her ribs, but his kiss eased the pain into a sizzle that sent a gush of moisture into the crotch of her black cargo pants. “Are your ribs okay, baby?” The sweet tone was a fast one eighty from the predatory beast he was just moments before. Even his eyes had softened, showing the true concern.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to be careful so the damn things will heal.”

  “I’ll make sure to be more cautious of them. Now, turn around and lean over the desk.” His expression flipped back to alpha male.

  “You’ve got to be joking. We need to set some ground rules right now, Jeremy. First off, the only time you can bark orders at me is either in combat or in the bedroom. We are in neither. Besides the fact the others are going to be pouring through those doors at any second, it is broad daylight and we are hardly in a private setting. Anyone could catch us. Then what? We are fraternizing. What the hell are they going to think if this goes farther? Much less them walking in and witnessing it first hand.” All through Vice’s little rant, Dom stood silent with his arms folded across his chest. When she finally came up for air, he spun her around and lowered her chest carefully flush with the cool wood. A slew of cuss words blabbered through clenched teeth, only building to the anticipation. Dom wanted to pepper her ass good enough she would remember, and she kept feeding him more reason. “Damn it, Dom, stop this shit. I’m not a child.”

  “Sweet Alex. Always in control. You’re gonna learn one way or another.” He yanked her pants down to her knees, holding one hand firmly in the middle of her back to keep her in place. “Don’t move. I don’t want to jar those ribs.” Once again, she didn’t answer. Mmm. This is going to be better than I thought. “You are a bratty little thing today. It’s time I showed you who this hot little body belongs to.” He no more than got his sentence out that he brought his palm down against her ass in a loud ‘smack!” She yelped, not expecting the sharp sting that heated immediately.

  “Ouch!” Again, he repeated, landing smack dab in the middle of her other cheek. His handprints were already starting to whelp up in a p
retty pink, tightening his jeans against his rising dick.

  “This ass belongs to me.” Whack! He rubbed his hand softly over the flesh, easing it and bringing chills to cover her body. Smack!

  He spanked her good, bringing slap after slap that rapidly heated her ass up hot enough it engorged her clit. Again, his tender touch tantalized the over sensitive area, sliding down her crack onto her labia. “Part those legs wider.” She hesitated but did, opening herself up to give him a good view. He slapped her cunt, growling. “You better start answering me, pet, or your poor little body is going to be hurting. I can bring you to the brink of orgasm and keep you there for as long as I want, and not ever give you release.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she gasped. Damn him for using her body against her. She tried to be complicated and make him work for it, but fuck if it didn’t backfire. She was rewarded with two of his digits plunging into her cunt, fucking her hard and fast. He changed the setting on the plug, giving her a constant buzz that vibrated through the thin lining into her channel. In and out he worked her good, scissoring and spreading her walls. Little moans slipped past her lips, huffing breathlessly. Dom added a third, circling deep up in her. “Fuck! Yes!” she yelled. He knew she was close. The higher he rocked her, the hotter he got. With his other hand he grabbed the butt of the plug and jiggled it, pulling it out gradually before shoving it back in. While he worked his fingers, he fucked her ass with the plug, throbbing from the way it slipped easily in and out. His dick ached it was so hard. He wanted to take her so bad, but didn’t break from the plan. His fingers curled, raking against her G-spot. She tried to rise off the desk, but his growl stopped her. Her ass arched up in the air higher, pushing against him in desperation. The sensation overload that shot through her body was almost too much to handle. When her body tensed and arched painfully, he went wild. Pump after pump he fucked her holes, sending her over the edge in a painful, intense orgasm that left her lifeless. As she floated down he removed the plug, still working her pussy until the last wave subsided.