Caught

by Stone, Piper

  I had other things to care about. How ironic.

  I held the contract in the air for a full five minutes, finally placing the papers in the middle of my desk. Maybe I was a murderer after all. Disgusted, I pulled a cigar from my humidor, cutting the tip and pulling my favorite lighter from my pocket. Before lighting the Cuban, I brushed my hand across the papers then held them in the air. Flicking the lighter, I eased the flame toward the corner.

  As the contract began to smoke, flames licking up from the bottom, I watched the words disappear. Maybe a change was necessary, one that I’d considered for a very long time. Maybe.

  I held the papers until the very last minute before dropping the mess into the trash. Then I lit the cigar.

  I was her enemy, nothing more.

  At least soon, I would become her master.

  Chapter Five

  Lola

  “You need to come here, Lola. Now.”

  I heard his voice, the command clear and my pussy clenched. Every time he spoke, issuing a demand, I wanted nothing more than to please him, to submit in every way. He was my lover. He was also my master. “Yes, sir.” Scampering closer, I dropped to my knees in front of him, lowering my head out of respect. Every inch of my body was covered in goosebumps as the light breeze filtered in through the open doors, the scent of the ocean mixing with my master’s exotic cologne. I was naked, just as I was required to be and felt so small around him, almost fragile.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl.”

  “Yes, sir. I know.”

  “You will be punished for insolence, as well as breaking the rules.” Master Jagger pressed his hand on my head, stroking, his fingers interweaving with my hair.

  “Yes, sir.” The way he touched me was comforting, but I knew the punishment would be severe.

  He hunkered down, lifting my chin with his index finger. His eyes were dazzling even in the dim light, his smile meant to be comforting. “You’re doing very well with your training. I’m proud of you. However, tonight your punishment will be severe.”

  “I am so sorry, sir. I never want to disappoint you.” Tears came to my eyes, not from fear of the strap, but from the understanding that I’d hurt him deeply.

  “I know that, and you will learn, my love. Now, come with me.”

  He took my hand, leading me outside. I swallowed hard as I heard him unfasten his belt. When he pressed his hand on the small of my back, encouraging me to lean over, I realized I’d never felt so free, so open and alive in my life. This was exactly where I was supposed to be. I was home.

  “Forty tonight,” he stated and leaned over, pressing his lips against my cheek.

  “Yes, sir.” I gripped the railing, clenching my eyes shut, the anticipation creating wetness between my legs.

  Crack!

  The pain was excruciating, yanking my breath, but I was so alive, a wash of peace sliding into my system. He struck me again. And again. The sound of his wrist snapping, the whooshing as the leather sliced through the air a sheer joy. I held my breath as he continued, issuing one after the other. Tears welled in my eyes as the spanking continued, the pain forcing my legs to shake.

  “You’re doing very well, my little girl. I’m very proud of you.”

  “Yes, sir.” He struck me again, hitting my thighs and I kicked out, gasping from the new infraction. He gently placed his hand on my back, his fingers rubbing in a loving manner as he lowered his head, kissing my cheek.

  “Relax.”

  “Yes, sir,” I choked, trying to keep from sobbing but I was struggling, losing the battle of control, my mind reeling. I was floating with every hard strike, proud that I was his submissive, that I’d surrendered to him body and soul.

  Jerking up, I heard the moan slipping from my lips. “What the hell?” Panting, I tried to catch my breath as I blinked several times. I shifted, and pain rushed up from my legs, creating real tears in my eyes. The spanking had been real. A belt. He’d used a belt on me. I groaned as my entire body shook more out of apprehension. Finally, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I was dreaming about him, the fucking monster. The asshole who had threatened me and...

  The kiss.

  I moaned out loud as I thought about the way my body had betrayed me. I’d not only tolerated the wildly passionate embrace, but I’d fallen into his arms, succumbing to him at that moment. And I would have given more. Then he’d backed away, as if the situation was tainted. You bet it was. “Damn it!”

  He’d figured out my ruse. Damn him. I rolled over onto my side, allowing my hand to move to the slight welts on my ass. My skin was tender and I’d no doubt have difficulty sitting for at least a full day. I hadn’t even worn panties to bed.

  I’d agreed to go away with him, submitting to him in every manner, a fucking monster. “Oh, God.” My head was pounding, both from an adrenaline rush as well as blinding terror. I had no idea where he was taking me and for all I knew, this was nothing more than a ploy. I could be dead by the end of the day. I should call Mr. Rutherford, explain the situation. What good would that do? If my instincts were right, and they usually were, the asshole was already on Jagger’s payroll. At least my threat to the man should hold. If not? I was already dead.

  Calm down. Breathe. It pissed me off that Jagger thought I wanted a dominating man, especially him of all disgusting people. He had no clue about me. None. I slumped on the bed on my stomach, yanking the sheet away from my ass, avoiding any additional pain. He thought he’d seen right through me.

  Bastard.

  Every word he’d said had been terrifying, not exciting. Yet, for some crazy reason my mind had accepted the spanking, even agreeing that I needed it. Oh, God, no. Shuddering, I was humiliated, full of shame that I’d allowed the experience in the first place. Then what else? I’d told him my darkest secret without any hesitation. His smooth, velveteen voice had lulled me into some trancelike state. I slapped my hand on the pillow. I had no reason to trust him but for some insane reason, I did. The spanking had been cathartic, leaving me wet all over. Stupid girl. Stupid. Even leaving his office, I’d remained in my rental car, unable to move for over thirty minutes. Thinking. Chastising.

  And I was still wet, a slickness sticking to my inner thighs. I rolled onto my back, moving ever so slowly across the sheets. The sting was breathtaking, forcing me to admit I’d enjoyed the event. The spanking. His belt. Even the scent of the leather strap had been a powerful aphrodisiac. I was hot and horny, craving his touch.

  This couldn’t be happening. There was no way I’d actually enjoyed the punishment.

  Closing my eyes, I envisioned his strong jaw and luminescent eyes, his thick dark hair and the most perfect set of lips. He was muscular in all the right places, rock hard muscles that seemed carved out of the finest stone. I slid my hand between my legs, fingering the soft ginger curls that I’d remove, shaving myself clean just as he requested. No, as he commanded. I swirled my finger around my clit and opened my legs wide. I could only imagine his touch, his fingers sliding all the way inside, finger fucking me as he lowered his head, darting his tongue beside his fingers.

  I’m the kind of monster that will give you everything you’ve ever desired, whether or not you realize and admit that’s what you need. When you submit to me body and soul, you’re going to forget everything you’ve ever learned about passion.

  His blatant words burned into my mind.

  I eased my other hand under my nightgown, cupping my breast. My nipples were sensitive and even the thin material of the nightie created the most delicious friction. I’d longed for a special man, reeking of passion and full of desire for only me, but there had to be trust shared between us. The word sounded ridiculous even thinking. I no longer trusted anyone. I would never be able to trust Jagger. Ever. He was the enemy, plain and simple. Twisting my hardened bud, I slid my other fingers up and down the length of my pussy, rubbing in a slow and methodical manner, enjoying the tingling sensations. I opened my legs even wider before pushing my fingers inside
, thrusting in and out, two becoming three then four.

  There was no way to stop the visions, Jagger over top of me, driving his cock deep inside my cunt, taking me in a brutal fashion. Panting, I pinched and twisted my nipple until I moaned and wanted more. I craved being fucked in every hole, a thick cock thrusting inside my quivering pussy. I longed to suck a man, rolling my tongue over his throbbing shaft and taking every drop of his seed. Jesus, oh yes. I stroked, moving up and down, pumping in and out, my pussy muscles clamping around the invasion, pulling my fingers in deeper.

  “Oh. Yes. Yes!” A climax rushed up from my toes, shooting up my legs and the second I came, I jerked up from the bed, a single yelp rushing past my lips. Almost as soon as the delicious orgasm began, it was over, leaving me wanting more. I lowered my legs and glared at the ceiling. There was never any satisfaction. Never.

  A quick glance at the clock forced a hiss as a knee-jerk reaction. A car was picking me up in less than an hour. All I’d brought with me were suits, one dress, and jeans. I’d stopped at a local store, digging through the racks until I found something suitable. In order to follow his orders. I must have appeared a lunatic, rushing, cursing, and tossing clothes. I was no longer certain of anything, especially my ability to make good judgements. You’re doing this for your father.

  Maybe if I said the mantra over and over again, I’d actually believe the shit.

  At least almost everything remained in the suitcase. For a few precious seconds, I pulled the covers over my head. Getting out of bed meant the final acceptance of the deal I’d made.

  One with the devil himself.

  His parting words had been everything I needed to know. He’d stop at nothing to have what he desired.

  Dear God, please don’t let me die. Or worse. Lose my soul. The prayer was enough to create a violent wave of nausea, forcing me out of bed and into the bathroom. There was nothing quite like hugging the toilet first thing in the morning. After dry heaving, I struggled to stand and ripped off my nightie, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. I’d never considered myself beautiful in any regard, but I’d seen the expression on Jagger’s face, the longing. The lust.

  I cupped both breasts, squeezing as I twisted until I was able to see the marks he’d left. The ones he’d created. The outline of his belt was clear, several spots remaining red. Another wash of shame rushed through every cell in my body. I was shocked because the truth was that I admired them. I was wearing his marks, the ones he inflicted because I was a naughty girl. I burst into laughter at the thought. What in the hell was wrong with me?

  My father had always called me his naughtiest girl, even though I’d almost never disobeyed him. We’d been so close and no matter how many hours he’d worked, I was his little girl, his princess.

  “I’m making up for being a good girl, Daddy. You should see me now.”

  Suddenly, the reality hit me. I’d lost my father. He was gone from me and I’d never had a chance to say goodbye. Gripping the counter, I’d never felt so utterly alone in my entire life. I’d lost the closeness with him because I believed that he was no longer a good man. I’d chastised him, condemning him without so much as allowing him to answer for the crimes I’d accused and convicted him of. I’ll never forget the look of horror as well as sadness on his face the day I announced I was leaving. The day I told him in no uncertain terms never to try to contact me.

  Yet he had because he was my father. ‘Forever and always,’ he’d said more than once, reminding me that I would never stop being his little girl.

  Tears welled in my eyes, slipping past my lashes and I could no longer stand to look at myself in the mirror. I was a terrible human being, a horrible fuck that deserved to die. I’d forced my wonderful, amazing father to face such atrocities all alone because I didn’t dare try to understand.

  Sliding onto the floor, I lowered my head to my knees, weeping, sobbing uncontrollably. There was no bringing him back. There was no saying I was sorry, begging for forgiveness. There was no salvation. There was only his death.

  Visions of our special times together, moments shared over ice cream and movies, holding hands in the park when I was only as tall as his knees, and learning to ride my bicycle rushed into my mind, playing over and over again like a broken film. I’d lost the one person I could trust with my life.

  I would never forgive myself. I allowed the tears to flow, a release that had to occur before being locked away with Jagger. I would never allow the man to see me cry, to learn that I was weak. Never. Crowding next to the cabinet, I rubbed my fingers across the cheap particle board, extinguishing the sadness, finding the mask that I’d worn for so many years. I might not be able to avenge his death, but there was something I could do. I could save his company and I would. No matter what Jagger asked of me, I would do it. I would succumb to his every wish, surrendering every portion of my body to him to use, to fuck, to whip and I’d endure. Then maybe, I could find a moment of solace. Maybe.

  Please God...

  Then maybe I could find a way to ascertain revenge. Jagger would pay for what he’d done, no matter how long it took or how far reaching the task. I had extreme patience. I would find a way.

  I only allowed the tears to continue for a few additional minutes. I had to get ready. I had to prepare for my master’s arrival. The words left an odd taste in my mouth, a burning in my heart. I could act the part. I could do it. I pushed up from the floor, giving my reflection my middle finger. “Damn you. You will do this. You will fight.”

  I grabbed and held the razor in my hand for what seemed like ten minutes. There hadn’t been a reason to shave my pussy in years. The thought actually gave me a smile then a snicker. Falling into the role was much easier than I’d believed. Easing into the shower, I allowed the water to splash over my head for a few minutes before yanking the small hotel bar of soap and lathering. I don’t know why but the entire time I was shaking, my body was tingling, perhaps from anxiety, a knowing that Jagger would no doubt inspect me, making certain that I’d followed his orders. The thought alone left me breathless.

  Even if I couldn’t stand him, he’d never know. He’d believe that I was indebted to his generosity, his training of me. Yes, the promise was one I would keep.

  Shaving was almost sensual, allowing me to become another woman, a perfect submissive. When I was bald, I rubbed my hand across the area, tingling my swollen pussy lips. I closed my eyes for a few seconds before chiding my hesitation. Time to get my ass in gear.

  When I was showered and dressed, the bags by the hotel room door, I called Emily, praying for her voice mail. The phone message I’d left for Mr. Rutherford had been explicit without saying anything, except for holding off on my father’s cremation services. I was certain the shark would attempt to call and when he couldn’t get me, he’d snoop in any method available. He’d find no indication of where I was.

  “Wow. It’s early, especially for you,” Emily said through a yawn.

  “I know. It’s an hour earlier here. I hope I didn’t wake you.” Shit. Shit. Shit. What was I going to say to her? I had to convince her that everything was going as planned.

  “Yes, you did, but for you I don’t mind. How are the arrangements going?”

  I was pacing the room, digging my toes into the thin carpet. Every few seconds I glanced out the window. The waiting was the worst. You can do this. Breathe. Calm down. There was no way I was going to calm down. At this rate, I might scratch out Jagger’s eyes. Fuck the deal. Fuck my father’s business. No. No. I sucked in my breath, accepting my earlier conviction. This was the only way. After the week was finished, there would be a war and I would have time to prepare. “On hold. That’s why I’m calling. I need the favor to be extended.”

  “O-kay. What’s going on?” Emily had concern in her tone. “You sound terrible by the way.”

  “I’m fine!” Said way too quickly. Damn straight that girl should be concerned. I was preparing to slither into the lion’s den. “Let’s just say things
have gotten complicated. I’m going to be out of pocket for a few days. Do you think you can handle the store?”

  “I actually love it. I’ve got the time. I took a week off from work anyway. Maybe forever, given how much I hate the job. Besides, your employees are keeping me on my toes. And I don’t believe you in the least. Tell me the truth.”

  The sigh of relief was short lived as I noticed a limo pulling into the parking lot. “Fuck. Me.”

  “Uh-oh. What? I don’t like this at all.”

  “If I tell you something, you have to keep it a secret and I mean from everybody.” I sat down on the bed then immediately stood, stinging from the spanking. What was he going to do to me? Spankings? Hot sex? The dream came rushing back, filling my mind with wild and naughty thoughts, visions that were so incredible that my pussy clenched. Even my nipples were pushing hard against the thin lace of my bra. Damn it. I was attracted to him. More than that. I was excited at the concept of the adventure. This was insane. I counted to five, regaining control. This is a game. This is a contract. Nothing more. This would be the new mantra.

  “Lola. Honey. Where did you go?”

  “I’m right here.” He was coming for me. A series of gripping sensations rushed into every cell in my body, constricting my muscles. I could even hear the pounding of my heart in my ears. I bit back a moan as a realization settled in, a fog that had blanketed my memories vanishing. I knew at that moment why the connection between us was so strong, the electricity a wild fire of burning desire. I understood completely why I’d fantasized about him, letting go to the point I could indeed submit. And why I hungered to surrender. Jagger Bishop was the first boy I kissed as a teenager. He was the first boy who’d ever paid attention to a geeky girl. Oh, God. This couldn’t be happening. How could this be happening? Did he know?