Undercover Submissive (11 page)

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.

"Every part of my body belongs to you Sir," she cried out as his tongue continued to punish her with passion.  As his teeth bit down slightly on her clitoris she screamed out at the unexpected painful pleasure.  Her body was on fire and every inch of her was more sensitive than normal.

"Don't you forget it girl," without warning he lifted up her body and came between her thighs.  With one forceful thrust he claimed her and continued to ride her with savage strokes, out of his mind with the thoughts of her belonging only to him.  Almost out of breath he paused only to pull both of her legs above her head before mercilessly pounding into her tight glove until she screamed out her pleasure.

"You came without asking girl," he growled, pulling out of her tight sheath and flipping her over quickly.  Plunging his fingers into her drenched heat he covered them liberally before moving them back to her tight ass.  Slowly he slid them into her tight chamber
stretching her before pulling out his fingers and sliding his cock in with the same slow deliberation.

Groaning as he filled her, the sensation both pain and pleasure at the same time.  Her sex ached from his rough treatment, but clenched as he slowly began inching in and out of her other orifice. Her body stretched to accommodate his huge girth, but he gave her little time.  Without warning he began to thrust inside her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks wide as he rode her until he found fulfillment.

She was breathless as he slid from her tight hole and fell on her face gasping at the sensations he'd given her.  Unlike earlier when he had taken her this way, she knew it was more punishment than attempting to ease her into it.  When he pulled her over on top of him, holding her tightly she felt the strange urge to cry.

He stroked her hair, sensing her emotion and tried to gain some semblance of the control he had lost.  Never had he lost himself so deeply with a submissive and he understood that with her he would have to been in more control than ever.  As he felt her tears against his shoulders he cringed at knowing how he had driven her to this point without attempting to.  Sitting up with her in his arms he cradled her like a child and held her tightly.  "Forgive me."

She had no idea what he was talking about as she clung to him like a lifeline.  Albeit their lovemaking had been raw and primitive, she had enjoyed it immensely.  The tears that streaked down her face were more from being overwhelmed with emotions at disappointing him in some way, so she was confused.  "Shouldn't I be begging for forgiveness, Sir?" She whispered softly.

He shook his head and chuckled softly at her words.  "No sweetheart, you should be telling me what an overly possessive ass I'm being."

"But I didn't wait for you to give me permission to, well, you know, Sir."  She pulled back and looked into his eyes, her confusion growing by the second.

"Anger and jealousy do not belong in our bedroom or in the dungeon, Cayce," he reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, "those emotions can be dangerous and I apologize."

"You were angry and jealous, Sir?" The thought filled her with warmth and she tried to stop the smile that forced its way to her face.

"Yes my little nymph," shaking his head again at how easily he could spoil her, he smiled back.  "The thought of anyone else touching what is mine does not leave me feeling very happy."  His smile faded as he realized that they had little time now to prepare for their journey.  "We must shower and pack."  Sliding her off his lap he stood up, his thoughts turning back to what awaited tonight.

The little time she had to bask in the thoughts that he actually cared for her so deeply dimmed as she allowed the fear of what she would be forced to do tonight to fill her mind.  Allowing her feet to find the floor, she felt her stomach clench in nervous fear.  "I just hope I can pull this off, Sir." Her sister being lost forever was enough of an incentive to assure she didn't think about backing out.

"Half the battle is already won, he wants you."  The thought of that man wanting her had him clenching his fist.  "Let's shower and discuss how we're going to pull this off."  Walking toward the bathroom he hoped he pulled in his temper before they made it to the boat tonight. 

He washed her tenderly and allowed her to do the same to him.  As much as wished he could stay here and make love to her all night long, he forced his body to remember how dangerous this night would be for her.  Serif didn't like being thwarted and even though he didn't think he'd stoop to illegal means, he wasn't willing to place Cayce's safety on that assumption.  His head was beginning to pound with the thoughts of how wrong all of this could go.

Stepping out the shower Cayce dried herself off.  Dylan's quietness was scaring her more than the thought of going to the Island tonight.  If he was this afraid of what might happen, then it was pretty apparent it wouldn't be as easy waltzing through the door and talking to her sister.  "Sir?" Her body was trembling at the sudden fear that moved through her and she felt as if she were going to be physically sick.

Looking into her eyes he knew he had to get his shit together.  She needed him to be that strong dominant personality that he was and not some weak ass man at the moment.  Pulling her into his arms he held her against him, "This will work out just the way I demand girl."  His tone was firm as he tried to force her mind to his will.  As she nodded against his chest, he wished he felt as confident as he portrayed.

8 The Island

For the last two hours Dylan had explained to her what would happen once they reached the yacht and then after on the Island.  She was relieved that Serif wouldn't actually touch her unless Dylan gave him permission, which he had no intention of doing, but he would see every inch of her.  As her Master and accepting an invitation to the island, it was expected that she would be inspected to see if she was worthy enough to join Serif's family as a slave.  While the final choice would be hers, before he allowed her the privilege she would have to be proven commendable.

Dylan had decided against the rape scene after being invited personally and knew that introducing her as a new submissive would work just as well since Serif apparently already found her attractive enough to enslave.  She would ask for time to consider his offer, which Dylan had no doubt he would make, and during that time she would find Cait and convince her to come home with her.  The plan should work perfectly, while Serif didn't like to lose, he wouldn't be willing to risk any legal problems by refusing the women to leave willingly.

As they pulled up to the harbor Cayce's stomach clenched nervously.  Without thought she reached over and grabbed Dylan's hand squeezing tightly.  Nibbling on her lip she lifted terrified eyes to his as he parked the car.  She wanted to beg him to turn the car around and take her back to the safety of his bed, but she knew what had to be done here tonight.

"Breathe girl," smiling at her, he hoped he was showing the confidence he didn't feel.  The sooner he had both the girls' in his car, he would relax again and until that moment he planned on being a hard ass.  Pulling his hand from hers, he got out of the car and walked over to open her door.  He had dressed her in a black leather dress, complete with six inch heels and a slave collar.  Attaching a leash to the ring on her collar he led her toward the pier without looking at her again.

At midnight there were no other people around, and for that small favor Cayce was happy.  The thought of anyone seeing her led around like a dog was beyond anything she was willing to suffer through again.  When Dylan had brought this up earlier she had wanted to give up this entire farce.  Only her sister's predicament
forced her to go through with this humiliation.  As they finally reached the boat ladder she pulled back and was shocked as he pulled her forward with a quick jerk of the leash.

"Walk on your own, or get dragged girl," he spoke with a ruthlessness that he knew would frighten her.  He needed her focus on him as Master at the moment and not as her lover.  Serif would expect him to treat this girl like all the other slaves he had trained, and while he planned on showing favoritism he wouldn't go far enough to make him think he wasn't willing to hand her over.  He had explained this to her earlier but he doubted she truly understood how far he would go.  He had handled her much differently since discovering her true identity.

Cayce didn't even have time to study the beautiful boat she was led onto as he dragged her roughly.  She barely had time to catch her breath as he walked fast expecting her to keep up.  Her fear had her legs shaking and if she didn't know Dylan better she would have thought he was the heartless bastard he was pretending to be.  When they finally made it to the front of the yacht he stopped and she took several long breaths trying to calm herself.

"Kneel girl," he growled the words and yanked her leash downward.  As she quickly found her knees he forced himself not to turn back to assure that she was dealing well with the situation.  This was the easy part of what was about to come and he just hoped she held it together until they were alone again.

Serif walked over and held out his hand to Dylan smiling broadly.  "Thank you for joining us tonight Dylan, it seems this pet has been trained well."  He glanced over the beautiful woman kneeling with her thighs parted wide, her back straight and proud as her eyes were cast down humbly.  He was looking forward to testing out the little slave in more ways than one and was in a hurry to get things moving in that direction.  "Shall we walk inside and see what this girl is made of?"

With a curt nod of his head Dylan yanked upward on the leash until Cayce stood, then he pulled her forward.  At her pause, he tugged a little harder until she had to either stand or fall to the ground.  He hated how roughly he had to treat her, but this was a test she couldn't fail.

As they made it into a large elegant room graced with two long leather couches she felt like hyperventilating.  She knew what was expected of her here, but at the moment she wasn't sure she could go
through with it.  Her stomach was knotted and she was likely to lose her dinner at any moment.  Never in her life could she recall ever being so terrified.  "Sir."  She hadn't mean to speak his name and definitely not with the hint of fear that filled her voice.

"Quiet, girl," he spoke the words quietly but there was no denying the command in his voice. Without any further words he unclipped the leash from her collar and waited for Serif to sit down on one of the oversized couches.  "Undress." 

This was the moment she was terrified of and she bit down on her lip hard to stop the trembling.  She wasn't sure she could do this and her hands clenched into tight little fists at her sides as she fought for strength.

Dylan could sense her fear and moved behind her, his hands tangling in her hair and pulling back roughly.  His lips moved to her ear and he whispered, but loud enough that Serif could hear as well. "You will strip down for me now or I will take you over my knee and redden that beautiful ass until you can't sit down for a week, are we understood girl?"

His words excited and terrified her both at the same time, and even sent a sliver of pleasure moving through her body.  She nodded and allowed her head to fall back on his shoulder, not sure why she felt so overwhelmed with passion all of a sudden.  As he turned her quickly and landed a hard slap to her backside she gasped before realizing her error.  "Yes, Sir," she spoke quietly and her hands moved to the zipper on the back of her dress.

Dylan stood back a few inches and watched as she slid the dress off her shoulders then down her body and finally stepped out of it.  She turned to him as her hand reached back for the clasp of her bra, and her eyes met his as she slowly removed it.  He smiled as she slid the small scrap of lace down her legs that uncovered his treasure.  "Leave the shoes on girl, I like them."  Turning her body to face Serif, he pulled her back against him and his hands lifted her full breasts.

"Such a pretty little slut Dylan," Serif smiled at how compliant the girl was.  "Show me how responsive she is."  He was interested to see how easy the girl came undone in front of a stranger, since he had plans to use her for his business partners.

Dylan had been expecting the request and his fingers quickly pinched her rose tipped nipple, glad that her earlier fear wasn't stopping the passion he was able to bring out in her.  When her head
fell back on his shoulder, he almost sighed in relief.  It was easily apparent that she had no other thoughts in her mind except the pleasure he was making her feel.

As his hands slid across her flat abdomen and delved between her thighs, the world ceased to exist outside of his touch.  Keeping her eyes closed and her head resting back on his shoulder she felt her body flood with passion.  "Please, Sir," she begged without thought.  The fear of coming here, her sisters disappearance, nothing matter but the feel of his fingers sliding inside of her.  A soft whimper escaped her lips as she clenched her muscles attempting not to find release.

When her soft folds suckled his fingers he almost allowed himself to forget where they were.  Sliding his fingers from her drenched mound took all of his self control.  "As you can see there is no issue with her response."  Placing his fingers to her lips he was pleased as she licked them clean.  "Good girl, now kneel again."

At his words she came back to reality again and flushed deeply.  Finding her kneel quickly she was more humiliated than she had been when he had led her onto this ship.  Tears pooled behind her eyes that she fought to contain with little success. 

Serif stood and walked over, pleased at how the girl reacted.  Her tears were beautiful to behold and it had been some time since a girl had moved him in such a way.  His cock was rock hard at the moment and there was no doubt in his mind that he would offer the slut a place in his home.  If she could make him this hard then she would make his associates happy as well.  "Have her stand I would like to see her more fully."

"Stand," Dylan demanded fighting to keep his temper at bay for having to allow him to look at his woman.  This was what they needed, but he vowed when this was over if another damn man looked at her he would knock the shit out of them.  She belonged to him, damn it!  "Bend over and grab your ankles," he almost growled forgetting himself for a moment.

Trembling she followed his orders even as her face burned in shame.  She didn't even attempt to stop the tears as she felt him spread her ass cheek for the other man to inspect.  She hated him at that moment, and herself just as much, this made her feel like nothing more than a piece of cattle.  Only the thought of their situation allowed her to continue this farce. 

"Has she been trained well in anal," Serif glanced over her displayed flesh aching to test it. 

"She has only been with me a few weeks, so we've started but I would say she needs much more tutoring."  He wanted to tell him that the only person that would be touching this beautiful ass was him, but refrained and clenched his teeth instead.

"I would like to see how she responds to pain, would you mind humoring me."  Serif loved the creamy flesh of her heart-shaped ass but would prefer it with a little color added in.

"I haven't unpacked my crops yet, perhaps we should wait until we reach the Island."  He knew that Serif enjoyed pain thresholds, and had hoped to bypass this for Cayce's sake.  If he insisted, she would just have to tolerate the pain, he only hoped she was ready.

"You may borrow one of mine, I want to see how she reacts."  He was willing to invest time in the girl if she wasn't fully trained yet, but the truth was he just wanted to see her ass covered with welts.

"If you insist," he gave a small nod of his head.

"I do," with a smile, Serif walked over to a large closet and pulled out a long black crop with a small paddle at the end.  It was one of his favorite toys and he would have asked to use it on the girl, if she had already accepted his offer.  "Please don't hold back, you know how I like to see such a beautiful ass."

"I would remind you that I have only been working with this girl a short time, and this was not a large part of our training."  He hoped to change the man's mind with his words.

"We are understood, I will not hold it against your skills if the girl folds quickly, please continue."  Serif almost licked his lips at the thought of this girl begging to have the pain end.  The thought was turning him on more than a little.

Walking over to the couch, Dylan tried to come up with an excuse that would be acceptable to Serif in putting a hold on this scene.  When nothing came to mind he summoned Cayce over to him briskly.  "Girl come," as she crawled over on her hands and knees he was shocked. He certainly hadn't trained her to do this, and the sight of her beautiful body moving toward him this way made him ache to say the hell with Serif and take her roughly.  "Lay over the couch."

She didn't want to face either of the men as she decided to crawl over to Dylan.  At this moment all she wanted to do was slide into the floor and forget that she existed.  Coming undone in front of the
stranger was so far out of her normal way of thinking that she was having trouble controlling her breathing.  Standing on shaking legs she leaned over the arm of the couch almost aching for the beating she felt sure was about to take place.  Anything to take away this horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach for allowing herself to act like a complete whore.

They were already in route to the Island or Dylan knew he would be tempted to call this entire act off.  He didn't enjoy how cowered his beautiful girl was at this moment and fuck a rescue mission. Lowering to lay his lower body over hers he whispered softly in her ear.  "Sweetheart we can stop this right now."  His hand slowly caressed up her arm then down again as he attempted to soothe her.

Shaking her head no, she allowed the tears to fall again.  "Punish me Sir," she begged softly.  She needed him to do this, maybe she could forgive herself then. 

"The slut asks to be beaten, I like that."  Serif chuckled finding himself even more enthralled with the girl.  Pain was a huge turn on for him to give, and the thought of her begging him to beat her was enough to seal her fate with his family.  She would be his.

Dylan was torn between wanting to smash Serif's face in, and comfort the woman that had found her way into his heart.  He knew what she needed, and even understood it in ways she probably did not.  Luckily for Serif he thought to himself, that her needs far outweighed his at the moment.  Standing up he lifted the crop before bringing it down across her beautiful ass.

At the first sting of the crop on her sensitive flesh she gasped and gripped the leather of the couch tightly.  The pain moved through her nerve endings quickly and she awaited the next blow.  Her backside was on fire after ten hard strokes of the crop and small beads of sweat trickled from her brow.  She had stopped crying out as each of them landed and started pushing herself back toward the blows, needing to feel each agonizing lick against her skin.