An Undercover Submissive [Safeword LLC 5] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  Trish’s eyes grew wide in astonishment. She hadn’t told anyone about the Order, not even her sister. What was he talking about?

  “I didn’t say anything to Carrie,” Trish said, sitting up as best she could. Damn plug. “She knew I used the services of Safeword LLC and wanted their number. I gave it to her.”

  “So you didn’t mention anything about Safeword LLC having dealings with a specific group of men?” Lashe asked, shrugging out of his coat. He started to undress, which distracted Trish for a moment. Sander held up the gag, swinging it from his fingers. “Or mentioning that should she go the route of Kennedy’s agency, she’d be under constant protection.”

  “That,” Trish said with indignation, “was about James. I said that she would have James around to watch out for her. As for the group of men, it may have come out in an odd manner, but not once did I ever mention the Order.”

  “What happens to a submissive of the Order if she is to have been found mentioning the Order to anyone who is not privy to such information?” Sander asked, laying the gag on the comforter next to her. He started to undress himself, which was a double distraction. How did they expect her to pay attention to what they were saying when they were taking their clothes off? “I know we covered the severe punishment a sub would receive.”

  Trish cringed, remembering their exact words to what happens to a submissive should she oust the Order to anyone not in the know. They truly didn’t have to worry. There was no way in hell she would ever do that, not when the mention of canes and the fact that every member of the Order would be allowed to deliver a hit to the ass of said sub was engrained into her brain.

  “I know what happens, Masters,” Trish said, leaning back on her elbows to alleviate some of the pressure in her ass. It didn’t do any good and now she knew why they hadn’t allowed her to see the plug to begin with. “I would never do that.”

  “Which is why the gag will be placed in your mouth for every scene until we decide you don’t need the reminder. We love you and will forever protect you—even from yourself.” Sander had finished undressing and now held the gag in his hand. “Open those luscious lips of yours, little minx.”

  Trish slowly opened her mouth. Sander gradually inserted the gag, taking his time as the teardrop rubbed over her tongue. He was so in tune with her that Trish had no doubt he knew what it did to her body to have the gag inserted into her mouth. Her body had come to accept it as a precursor of immense pleasure and immediately, an ache developed deep in her pussy.

  “Now, while Lashe goes and gets what we need before we begin, I think I’d like a taste of that pussy.” Sander had her stripped within minutes and lying on her back. Trish tried to look at what Lashe was doing, but the minute Sander parted her legs, she threw her head back and gripped the comforter between her fingers. “Did I tell you that you have a spa treatment at the end of next week? Friday, to be exact, for when we go back to the club for your flogging scene.”

  Trish moaned around the bit in her mouth, trying to tell him that she didn’t want to go. Well, maybe she wanted to. It would be interesting to feel what it was like to be bare, especially when his lips were—ahhhhh!

  Sander licked her pussy from where the plug was inserted into her anus, all the way up to her clit. The roughness drew over the tender bud, causing Trish to lift her lips. He pulled away.

  “Tsk, tsk, little minx.” Sander pulled away. “Lashe, do you have the wrist cuffs yet?”

  “I do,” Lashe said, returning to the mattress. His knee dipped on the mattress. As she turned her head, his cock was near her face. Damn this gag, she thought. She would have liked nothing better than to take him in her mouth. “Here are her ankle cuffs. Right wrist, Trish.”

  “You see, little minx, we’ve waited a long time to claim you as our permanent submissive,” Sander said, attaching the cuffs to her ankles as Lashe finished with her wrists. “And next Friday, after your spa appointment, the Order is throwing us a formal collar ceremony. But if you think we can wait any longer, imagine what you felt like being placed in that chastity belt. That is what we feel in our need to claim you.”

  Trish was surprised that instead of them attaching the cuffs to anything, Lashe lay down on the bed and motioned for her to straddle him. He’d sheathed his cock in a condom. If her gag hadn’t already been situated in her mouth, she would have asked that Sander be on the bottom. Lashe’s cock was long and curved, where Sander’s was wide enough that she knew she’d feel every inch of his cock sinking into her ass. As it was, if she said that, she’d probably get punished and not have either cock inside of her. Better to be a good little submissive, she thought as her pussy quivered in need.

  “Take Lashe inside of you while you still have your plug in place,” Sander said, coming up behind her and wrapping his hands around her waist. He assisted her until she was straddling Lashe, the tip of his cock at her entrance. “Feel how snug his dick is inside of your pussy and know that your ass hasn’t felt the half of what it will in a few moments.”

  Trish bit down on the gag as inch by inch she sunk down on Lashe’s cock. God, he felt good. Sander was right in the fact that it felt different with the plug in place—a lot tighter. The curvature of his cock slid against her G-spot, but not with enough friction that it would send her over the edge. She lifted up on her knees to cause exactly that when Sander pushed down on her shoulders and Lashe tightened his grip on her hips to hold her in place.

  “And this would be the reason for your cuffs,” Sander murmured, taking her right wrist and bring it down to her right ankle. He connected them together, which cause her to practically be laying on Lashe. “You have a tendency to forget who is controlling the scene, little minx. To ensure that you have no trouble distinguishing who is in charge, we’re taking away your ability to move. We will decide when you receive our cocks and when you deserve an orgasm.”

  Trish bit into the gag a little harder, moaning her displeasure. Sander finished securing her left wrist to her left ankle, effectively taking away any movement she might have made. Her need to undulate her hips became overwhelming, and she rubbed her forehead on Lashe’s chest. His skin was so warm, she thought, just like his cock. She needed more, but could only lie there. She made sure they heard her whimpers.

  “Soon, little minx,” Sander murmured. “Let me get my condom on and make sure my cock has enough lube on it. I’m a hell of a lot wider than this plug, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Trish tried to wait patiently, but her pussy was rippling around Lashe’s cock. It felt so good, but she couldn’t make it feel better without moving. She wasn’t patient. They knew this. She hummed when Lashe’s hands started to caress her back in long strokes. He kissed her temple.

  “You’ve experienced numerous orgasms under our touch, but you’ve never had one quite like one when two men take you at once,” Lashe said, his voice low. “When you think it’s consumed you, you’ll find it’s only the beginning. Your muscles are stretched, yet grappling to expand back into place. Your spasms will feel endless and you’ll wonder why we didn’t do this sooner.”

  Trish moaned, trying to ask why they hadn’t done this sooner. She felt Sander’s fingers on the base of the plug, pulling it slowly from her anus. Her sphincter was reluctant to let go, but once it did, the plug easily slipped free. That didn’t stop her anus from quivering at having nothing to hold on to. She held her breath as she felt Sander’s cock in the crevice of her ass.

  “We didn’t do it earlier because to us, this signifies more than just a threesome. This signifies permanency,” Lashe said, his voice soothing her as Sander kept pushing his cock through her tight ring. She’d finally gotten used to the plug and honestly didn’t expect to feel the burn that accompanied his cock. It started slow and by the time Sander had filled her with his cock, she had already started to pull on her restraints. “And what better way to consummate our future than by letting Sander and I take what is ours while you accept your submission and rightful place in
the privacy and respect it deserves.”

  Trish felt her chest fill with emotion. While she wanted nothing more than to move and seek her release, Lashe was right. She wanted to give them her heart, body, and soul. Them taking her in this way was apropos. She forced herself to relax her body against his, giving them a chance to alternate their thrusting.

  Sander would pull out while Lashe would hold her hips tightly against his. As he would lift her and his cock would slip from her pussy, Sander would bury himself back into her ass. The faster their rhythm, the higher she climbed. She trusted in them completely, and as Lashe’s cock kept rubbing against her G-spot, Trish could only wrap her fingers around her ankles and hold on.

  “I can feel you clamping down on us,” Lashe said, releasing her hips. He brought his hands up to cup her face and lifted her chin towards him. Their eyes connected. Sander took control of her lower body and as he slammed himself and Lashe into her, Trish exploded. “That’s right, little minx. Suck the seed out of our cocks.”

  Trish could only ride the waves that they were instigating throughout her body, but her mind did registered Lashe’s brown flecks in his green eyes. They seemed to sparkle as he found his release. She heard Sander yell out as well, but regardless that they had reached that point, they still kept sinking their cocks deep within her. Their thrusting prolonged her release and by the time they slowed their pace, Trish felt her abdomen muscles cramping from the force of her orgasm.

  “Damn, but we love you,” Lashe said, pulling her up his body and nuzzling his face in her neck. Sander pulled out of her ass a little too quickly for Trish’s liking, her anus grasping air. Muscle by muscle, she felt herself relax into Lashe’s body. She had no energy to see who was releasing her cuffs, but suddenly she was able to snuggle up against Lashe. “Keep your legs spread out over me while Sander cleans you.”

  It had only felt like seconds, but minutes must have passed by. Sander was wearing a pair of jeans, unbuttoned at the top as he leaned over her. A warm cloth gently wiped her ass and then was folded to be placed on her pussy. The moist heat felt good and she said so, surprised.

  “Wait. When did you remove my gag?”

  “You dozed for a few moments,” Sander replied, finally removing the cloth. “Feel better?”

  “Hmmmm, yes,” Trish said, rolling off of Lashe and leaning her back into Sander as he lay down beside them. “So that’s what double penetration is.”

  “You’re forbidden to write an article on it,” Lashe said, chuckling. “If you so much as attempt to publish an article on such an intimate sexual act, you’ll find yourself not only gagged, but your hands will be encased in bondage mittens.”

  “Have I mentioned how much I love you today?” Trish asked, trying to keep her voice light.

  Her article, giving Senator Shelton a chance to clear his name with the public regarding the illegal attempt to rig the polls for his governor’s election, had been written and accepted by a national news outlet. How would Sander and Lashe react when they found out that she had a new lead on a story that would blow her last one out of the water? She blew at her bangs and then realized her mistake.

  “What have you gotten yourself into now, little minx?”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “We appreciate that you came,” Sander said, shaking James’s hand. “We couldn’t have asked for a more memorable collaring ceremony.”

  “The Order certainly goes above and beyond,” James replied, looking over to where Trish and Lashe were waiting. “You shouldn’t keep them waiting. Enjoy your honeymoon.”

  “Trish has never left the country, so the villa that the Order provided for us to use over these next two weeks will definitely be a surprise.” Sander looked over to where Trish stood, wearing nothing but their collar that they’d commissioned from their good friend, Liam. “The chocolate diamonds certainly complement her complexion, do they not?”

  “I’m probably better off not answering that,” James said, giving Sander a sardonic smile. “I need to be going myself. Lucas and Damien need to be aware of what we’ve found out regarding Max and Claire’s accident.”

  “You know you have the board at your disposal,” Sander said, slipping his hands into his new leather pants that Trish had given to him as a present. “If she’s still in danger, take every precaution you have to.”

  “Easier said than done, especially when she’s refused to see anyone but the nurse and aid we provided her.” James pulled his cell phone out of his grey pants. He’d obviously received a text, as he used his thumb to reply. “Sander, I’m being called away. You enjoy your honeymoon, and I wish you nothing but the best. On your return, you might want to refer Trish to Judge Collins. She’ll find the information she’s looking for regarding her current investigation.”

  Sander watched as James made his way through the members of the Order that was present. They had the ceremony at the country house, a place they’d hidden from Trish per Kennedy’s request until they were certain that she would be their permanent submissive. It was mainly due to the fact that this was where the Order’s biannual functions were normally held and Kennedy always had the Order’s best interest at heart. Sander and the Order were grateful that Kennedy had brought James within the fold, but he still didn’t know much about the man other than the fact that he’d lay his life down for Kennedy.

  James’s last words rang through his head and Sander instantly knew that Trish was working on a story that would get her ass in trouble once again. He’d been carrying his black bag and reached into the side pocket, finding exactly what he was looking for. Turning, he held it up and let it swing from his fingers. Trish’s eyes went wide and he saw her look at James, then back to her gag. She blew at her bangs.

  “Oh, little minx,” Sander murmured to himself, what have you gotten yourself into now?”

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  To me, reading is an escape from reality. We all have those times when reality becomes too much and we need something to lighten our hearts. Reading has always given me that, but recently, I was lucky enough to meet a man who was able to do that for me in a different way. He’s shown me that reality can be just as much fun as fiction. As a mother, it’s important to me to show my son that life is full of surprises and that we must cherish every day we are given. Here’s to lightening our hearts!

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