“We’ve been over this,” Trish said, readjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “Ever since I…followed you…I’ve dropped all of that.”
“You’ll have to excuse us a minute if you expect us to believe one punishment changed your mind,” Sander said, slipping his hands in his pocket. He’d removed his jacket upon arriving home and relished in the freedom. “Or was it Carrie?”
“Maybe a little bit of both,” Trish said, her voice softening. She stepped forward a few paces as if she wanted to be near them. Sander found that he liked that very much. She was touching them more easily and opening herself up, which is why this evening’s meeting and its secrecy was so suspicious. “Please show me the trust that I’ve shown you. I don’t want to work for Cunningham Publishing or any of the other news outlets that you own. It wouldn’t be right. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up my career.”
That was a low blow, her comment regarding trust. Sander really couldn’t counter that or say anything against her, because she really had slipped easily into the role as their submissive. Granted, he and Lashe were taking the introduction at a snail’s pace, but the end result would be worth it.
“Go. If you’re not back at a reasonable time, call us or we’ll be meting out another punishment and it won’t be as easily forgotten.”
Trish’s eyes widened at his comment, but true to her nature, she spun around and headed for the door. Sander waited until he was sure the door was securely closed before heading to the mini side bar that was up against the far wall of the living room. He poured himself a healthy snifter of cognac before taking a seat in his chair. He was surprised to see Lashe standing up and shrugging back into his suit jacket.
“Leave her go, brother.”
“It’s not like you to be so uncontrolling. You’re really going to sit there while she’s out there doing God knows what?”
“Our little minx had a point, Lashe.” Sander looked down at the brown liquid in his glass. The color reminded him of her eyes, and he smiled. “She extended her trust to us. Now we need to do the same.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lashe ran a hand through his hair and then pointed to the door. “A month ago, she was following us to find out about members of the Order that we swore to protect. And now, she’s going out to meet a man in regards to a political piece?”
“This isn’t like you,” Sander replied, looking back up at his brother. “I knew you were too relaxed earlier when she said she needed to keep this appointment.”
“Because I thought we were on the same page. Either we follow her or you call Nolan to keep tabs on her. We need to know what she’s working on.”
“She’ll tell us if it’s something we need to know,” Sander said, leaning forward in his chair. He rested his elbows on his knees and swirled the expensive liquid. “Lashe, you were the one who was positive that Trish was the perfect submissive for us. You spent months trying to convince me she was even a submissive to begin with, remember that? Her training is going better than any Dominant could expect of one so new to the Lifestyle and we’re guiding her with our voices. She’s ours. What has you so fucking bent out of shape?”
Lashe bent his head and was silent for so long that Sander wasn’t so sure he was going to answer the question. Finally, he looked up.
“I can’t get enough of her,” Lashe said, his voice low. “I not only want her as our submissive in the bedroom, I want more.”
Sander was already shaking his head, knowing exactly where Lashe was leading this conversation. “It’s not in her, Lashe. That’s not in her makeup. Trish is too independent. These scenes that you’ve been adding are fine, but you can’t expect her to live the Lifestyle twenty-four-seven. You’ll drive her away.”
“A few years ago, you were set on having a sub—”
“You can’t compare Trish to Jessie,” Sander said, finally taking a drink. This was not where he expected this conversation to go. “Jessie needed to be controlled twenty-four-seven. Trish is totally different and you know that. Besides, that was why we let Jessie go, because we didn’t have the time to be the Dominants she needed. Trish…shit. She’s perfect.”
“I know that, damn it! But she’s so fucking….fuck!” Lashe spun around and walked to the window overlooking the city.
“Independent?” Sander laughed sardonically, finishing off his drink. “We knew that going in and that’s part of the reason we…”
Sander needed another drink. The next two hours were going to drag by, and all he had were his thoughts and a brother who felt the same way he did. No wonder Lashe was reacting the way he was. They weren’t used to dealing with the emotion that he wasn’t about to name—not tonight—not when their sub was out there probably getting into trouble that they would have to go and dig her out of.
Chapter Eleven
Trish looked down at her watch and saw that she had a good twenty minutes left before she needed to be back at the apartment. Not wanting to go in quite yet, she took a seat in the lobby and thought back on her conversation with Ben. Why did his information have to be on Senator Shelton? Of all the politicians that Ben ran across daily, it was just her luck that the story of the year would involve the one man that she said she would leave alone.
Trish blew at her bangs, clearing the way for her to see Matt situating himself at the front lobby desk with a cup off coffee. He always seemed to be on duty and they always exchanged pleasantries when she came and went from the apartment building. Matt looked her way a little puzzled as to why she was sitting there, but she just gave him a reassuring smile and went back to her thoughts.
Okay. State Senator Warren Shelton was considering running for Governor, the youngest to run in Illinois history. An interview with the Senator alone would be newsworthy, not that she’d have a chance in hell after trying to expose his personal life to the public. Regardless, Ben had heard rumors regarding rigging certain polls in specific counties. That would blow the whole election wide open, and if she were the one to break it, her career would be made. But was it something that Trish wanted to cover? Would Sander and Lashe believe her when she said it had nothing to do with her previous opinion of the man?
“Ma’am?” Trish looked up to see Matt standing in front of her. His uniform was pristine, although he looked like a little boy trying to be an adult with his thin mustache. “Are you all right? Do you need me to contact either of the Mr. Bartels?”
“No, Matt,” Trish answer, collecting her bag. “I was just taking a moment to myself. You have a good night.”
Trish made her way to the elevator. The best thing she could do right now was sit on this story until she did a little more digging. If she found any evidence that Senator Shelton was going to rig the election polls, then she’d tell Sander and Lashe before running with the story. Now that she’d made that decision, she repeatedly hit the up button, wanting to be with them. Business was over for this evening and she knew that pleasure awaited her.
* * * *
Lashe sat in the darkened living room, waiting for Trish to arrive home. The grandfather clock in the corner had yet to strike eleven, so he knew that she wasn’t late. Moonlight shone through the window, casting shadows throughout the room. The darkness matched his mood.
He’d never felt this way before, as if he wasn’t controlling his submissive the way she should be dominated. Lashe continued to stare at the door as if it had the answers. Sander wasn’t any help, for he was so enamored with Trish that he couldn’t see that her independent streak might just be what made her walk away. That’s when it hit him. She’d crawled underneath his skin to the point that she was the reason he breathed. He was afraid of losing her.
Lashe was just about to rise from the couch when he heard the doorknob turn. Trish stood in the doorframe, the golden light from the hallway shining behind her silhouette. Her small frame hesitated, as if she wasn’t sure why the room was dark. He saw her hand reach for the light.
“Don’t.”
&n
bsp; He had lowered his voice enough to indicate that he wanted a scene. Lashe was pleased to see her hand immediately drop. He was equally pleased to see that Trish waited for her next command. His cock stirred and indicated exactly what it wanted. Lashe wasn’t about to deny it either.
“Shut the door and undress. Place your hair in a high ponytail.”
“Is she home?” Sander asked, his voice coming from the hallway. “Why is it so dark in here?”
“Did her new ball gag come in today?”
Silence filled the room, as Sander recognized Lashe’s intent for a scene. Now that Lashe understood what his angst was stemming from, he’d work through it in his mind later. Right now, he needed to sink his cock into Trish and consume her. Maybe it was time he owned her ass. Lashe looked back over her way, noticing that she’d closed the door. There was enough moonlight to see that she’d obeyed his command and shed her clothes.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, it did.”
“Grab the lube before you come back, please.”
Even from across the room, Lashe could hear her gasp. He stood and undressed, making her stay at the door until he was ready. He quickly pictured how he wanted this scene to go and walked across to the overstuffed chair that Sander loved so much.
“Sander, get the massage vibrator,” Lashe called out before taking a seat. He reached up for the lamp on the side table, only turning it once to allow for minimal light. “Trish, come kneel before me.”
He watched as she slowly made her way toward him, gracefully kneeling in front of him. Lashe was pleased to see she was getting used to transitioning between positions in a smooth manner. She had even placed her hands behind her neck in the appropriate location, showing him her ample breasts. He watched her closely as he brought his hand up to her left breast and brushed her nipple with his knuckle. It hardened even more, and he was pleased to see her lips part in reaction. Taking the pebble in between his fingers, he gradually placed pressure on it until her lips formed that O he’d come to like so much.
“Stand up while Master Sander prepares you for me,” Lashe said, seeing his brother reappear behind her. He released her nipple but saw that it was a darker shade than her other one. He’d have to remedy that later. “Keep your hands behind your neck. Now bend at the waist, lean over me, and take my cock in your mouth.”
He was pleased to see that Trish didn’t hesitate. As she leaned over him, Lashe wrapped his hand around her hair so that he could keep her steady. When the heat of her mouth surrounded his cock, Lashe closed his eyes to take the time and savor the feeling. There was nothing better than a woman’s moist tongue on the underside of his cock. Knowing it was Trish’s mouth increased the sensation tenfold.
Lashe noticed the slight startle in her body as Sander poured lube down her exposed crevice. He knew the minute that Sander inserted his finger into her anus, for Trish’s moan vibrated through his shaft. Her mouth slid back up, while her tongue lathered her saliva up and over his tip. If he hadn’t already planned out the scene and the lesson he wanted to impart on her, Lashe would have come down her throat. As it was, these scenes that he and Sander plotted were for her benefit and training. To prevent himself from coming too soon, Lashe pulled on her hair and lifted her upper body slightly so that she was looking him in the eye.
“Do you like anal play?”
Lashe knew he was pushing it—pushing her—but he needed to hear her say she enjoyed being dominated by them. Her reactions should have been enough, but even he was human and needed to hear the words. Trish understood the need for honesty within a scene, and he had no doubt she would answer truthfully.
“Yes, Master,” Trish replied, although her voice was low. Was she ashamed of her pleasure in that area?
“Do you enjoy pain?”
“I–I’m not sure, Master. I don’t like pain, but sometimes…”
“It helps enhance your pleasure?” Lashe could see the confusion cross her face, already knowing what her answer would be. He had always been fascinated by the mind of a submissive. Accepting what one is was not always an easy thing to do. Trish was doing remarkably well, but then again, he and Sander were taking excruciating pains to ensure that her training went as smoothly as possible. “What about instead of pain, you were forced to endure a lot of pleasure?”
“Master?” Trish had closed her eyes, obviously enjoying what Sander was doing to her ass. Lashe glanced up, waiting for Sander’s go ahead. When his brother nodded, he knew she was prepared enough for what he had in mind. “I love pleasure, Master.”
“That’s good,” Lashe murmured, knowing that she might change her mind when overloaded with too much stimulation. “Stand and face Master Sander. He has your new gag to remind you that privacy within our Lifestyle is vital. I want you to ask him to place it in your mouth.”
* * * *
Trish wasn’t sure how to react to this side of Lashe, but did as she was told. She felt him release her hair. Standing, but making sure that her hands were still clasped behind her neck, she turned to face Sander. Now with Sander, she was used to his intensity and was surprised he was allowing Lashe to take the lead. Trish knew that was ridiculous, considering that both men were Dominants, but that was just how she’d come to expect things.
Sander’s green eyes were studying her in his usual fashion. Could he see her apprehension? Admitting that she liked anal play was almost humiliating, except it wasn’t. These men were her Masters. They should know what she enjoyed and what she didn’t. They liked her for who she was or they wouldn’t keep signing the contract, would they? She watched as he threw Lashe the tube of lube.
“I’m waiting,” Sander said, his deep voice laced with hunger. Her pussy responded in kind, as well as her ass. Why was it that all it took was their voice to make her want them? “Ask me.”
This was the Sander she’d come to know so well. Her ass smarted at remembering her punishment. But this wasn’t a punishment, was it? They didn’t know what had taken place earlier this evening.
“W–would you please insert my ball gag to r–remind me that our Lifestyle remains private, Master Sander?” Trish whispered, lowering her gaze to the device in his hand.
How could just the sight of something so sinister cause her pussy to cream? Trish felt a droplet escape her folds and run down her inner thigh. She could have assumed it was some of the lube that Sander had prepared her with, but Trish knew better. Sander lifted the gag. It had some type of long, round silicone phallus that obviously went into her mouth, with leather straps that wrapped around the back of her head with a large chrome buckle.
“Yes, I will,” Sander replied. “Part your pretty lips, little minx. Let’s see how this one works.”
Trish did as he requested and opened her mouth. His green eyes darkened as he watched the cock-shaped gag enter her mouth. For a moment, she wasn’t so sure her gag reflex wasn’t going to kick in. The part of the gag that entered her mouth felt a lot longer than it looked and rested on her tongue. She now knew that this gag would be more effective than the first. Sander went ahead and secured the buckle. Trish could barely swallow, yet being forced to wear the gag seemed to awaken her body in a different way. It felt more controlled and in turn, her arousal spiked.
“Lashe’s cock is covered in a condom and enough lube so that your ass should accept him with minimal pain.” Sander stepped forward, causing her to take a step back. She felt the chair’s microfiber material on the back of her legs. “Sit and accept what Master Lashe has for you.”
Trish didn’t have a choice as Lashe took one side of her hips and Sander held her sides as they both guided her down over Lashe’s cock. She knew the weight of her own body was going to be the cause of her accepting his long member into her ass. The moment his tip touched her tight ring, Trish lost her breath. She knew the stinging and burning from the plug they’d become so fond of was not going to compare to this. Unfortunately, her leg muscles were holding all of her tension.
“Take me inside of you,
Trish,” Lashe murmured, the heat of his chest burning into her back. “Damn, but you’re tight.”
Trish was still getting used to the gag in her mouth, trying to flatten her tongue so it was easier for her to swallow. Thoughts of her meeting kept intruding as they lowered over Lashe’s dick, but when his tip stretched out her sphincter, all thought fled. This gag did its job and all she could do was hum as her ring opened wider and slid down the incredible length of his swollen cock.
Tears burned in her eyes by the time he was halfway in. The sting and burn seemed to have kindled a fire. By the time she had him all the way in her, Trish was relatively sure his length was abnormal even for him. She involuntarily brought her hands down at the same time Lashe and Sander released her.
“Where should your hands be, Trish?” Lashe asked, sneaking his hands underneath her arms and around her front. His fingers pinched her nipples so hard that she grabbed his wrists. “I asked you a question. You can answer by showing me.”
Trish was now humming a long note, although she wouldn’t have called it that. Her groan just seemed to come out like that. She forced herself to release his wrists, finger by finger, until she brought them back up behind her neck.
“Much better,” Lashe said, not releasing her nipples. The pain he was creating was almost just as bad as the burning sensation in her ass. “But I’d rather you lace your fingers behind my head.”
Trish finally did as he asked and was relieved when he eased up on her nipples and started to roll them. Pleasure shot through her body, straight down to where his cock was snug in her ass. Was she allowed to lift up? She needed him to move. This staying still was torture.
“Look at Master Sander. Do you see what he has in his hands?” Lashe kept massaging her nipples, which caused her to have trouble focusing. When Trish was finally able to concentrate, she saw something large and white. She remembered Lashe asking Sander to bring with him a vibrator, but this didn’t look like any vibrator she’d ever seen with its massive round massage head. “That is called a massage vibrator. The intensity of it can be very severe, especially if kept right over the clit. Your training as of late has been to get you comfortable with the lighter aspects of BDSM—following instructions, bondage, light exhibition as well as light punishment. Tonight, we’re going to go a step farther and test your control.”
An Undercover Submissive [Safeword LLC 5] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Page 10