by Maren Smith
She tapped her fork against the table a few times, her mind racing to find the best way to ask the questions on her mind and actually get answers. Nick could be just as stubborn as she could, if not more so. The best way to be told would be to act like she didn’t care and didn’t want to know. Then he would tell her just to torture her, because that seemed to be his jam these days.
Before she could find a starting point of conversation to begin her plan, Nick spoke, leaning back in his chair and dabbing his mouth with his napkin. His eyes sparkled with a hint of something sinister as he set the discarded napkin next to his plate and pegged her with a telling look. “You know, I learned a few things today.”
She knew instinctively that the ‘things’ he was speaking of had nothing to do with work, and everything to do with tonight’s promised activities, but she chose to play dumb.
“I learned a couple of things too,” she rushed. “The grounds are impossible to get onto or off without being seen. There are cameras and security that patrol the area around-the-clock. We cleared all the rooms that Champ had the attention span for and tomorrow—”
“T,” he interrupted her mid-sentence. “I don’t want to talk about the case right now.”
“Oh, okay.” She pushed the food around on her plate and waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. He just sat there, staring at her with an intense gaze that made her uncomfortable and hyper aware of her nakedness. “What do you want to talk about?”
Your sweet, tight pussy, and the way it fits perfectly around my cock. How even the thought of spanking you makes me harder than I have ever been in my life, and the fantasy of you submitting to me has my knees weak with need. How I’m sitting here salivating knowing that that pretty jeweled plug is nested tightly in your little asshole and how my cock is currently jealous of a hunk of metal. He said none of those things, but just thinking them had his erection straining against the restrictive fabric of his tuxedo pants. Clearing his throat, he shifted in his seat. “Our plans for the rest of the day,” he said casually with a wink in her direction.
“Hopefully, at some point they involve me getting to put clothes on and removing this thing from my ass.” Terri was trying to look pissed and failing. She looked cute, and hopeful, and oddly amused, with just a hint of the fear of the unknown lacing her features. He knew he should put her out of her misery and tell her what he had planned, so she didn’t completely lose her shit and make an ass out of the both of them when the time came, but he was rather enjoying messing with her at the moment.
“The only way I’m taking that thing out of your ass anytime soon is if I replace it with a piece of peeled ginger, or better yet, my cock.”
Her throat contracted as she stared at him with a mixture of fear and arousal, stunned into silence.
“The purpose of ‘that thing’ is to help remind you to be sweet and submissive. It’s to remind you that you are mine for the duration of our stay here and that I will use you and punish you as I please, and that you deserve everything that you have coming to you.” His voice was a low seductive rumble in the quiet room, but every word he spoke commanded her attention and he was rewarded by the sight of the hairs on her arms standing on end atop a thin layer of goosebumps that appeared on her milky white skin.
When she finally spoke, her voice trembled and squeaked. “And how are you planning to punish me? Nick, you know I don’t do well with surprises. I’m trying to trust you, but this is all so new to me.” Her eyes pleaded with him for answers, and when he gave none, she resorted to groveling. “I get it, I’ve messed up a lot. I’ve hurt you, and I’ve potentially hurt the mission. I’ve been rude and difficult and unprofessional.” Her eyes welled with tears. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I am trying. And I’ll try harder, and I’ll accept whatever you have planned. Just please tell me what that is.”
Nick sighed and rubbed his chin. “I’ll tell you, brat, but you’re not going to like it. You know, kind of how I didn’t like having security sicced on me first thing this morning. Or how I don’t like constantly having to worry about having our cover blown because my partner can’t seem to play the part she signed up to play.”
Terri visibly shrank into herself with every word he spoke. Good, that was exactly where he wanted her for what was coming next.
“Are you ready to make it up to me, brat?”
“Sure, I guess. If I have to.” Her answer was part sigh, part shudder.
“I think what you meant to say was, yes, Officer Nick.”
That got her attention. Her head jerked up to meet his eyes and her fork paused in mid-air.
“Unless you prefer Sir or Master,” he added with a shrug.
She shot him an annoyed look and rolled her eyes, taking the bite that had paused midway to her mouth and chewing slowly and pointedly.
He waited for her to finish, leveling her with a stare laden with expectation. The look on her face was one of pure hate, but she set down her fork, swallowed her bite, and choked out the words he was waiting to hear.
“Yes, Officer Nick.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, standing up and moving out from the table into the center of the room, while she watched, eyes filled with dread.
“Now get on your knees and service me,” he commanded with a satisfied smile.
Chapter 12
Nick’s back tensed and his knees bent slightly. He grabbed a handful of hair from the top of her head and pulled gently, and she smiled, knowing from experience that he was about to come, and hard.
Grabbing his butt, she pushed, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, humming slightly as she did so. The vibration coupled with her hands on his butt always worked to send him over the edge. This time was no different. Hot, salty cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him. She had always loved to blow him. It was a perfect choice for her first submissive act; she had to hand it to him. And being ordered to do so, instead of volunteering to do so… well, it was kind of hot. Not that she would admit it to him.
But now it was over. And that meant something had to come next. Whatever it was, she doubted she would find it as enjoyable.
Usually Nick would offer her his hand and help her to stand. This time, he tugged on her hair until she rose. When she faced him, it was with an impish smile. “You still never told me what it is you plan to do to me.”
Nick’s eyebrow cocked in amusement, and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, beckoning her over to him. Her stomach sank. This was it; he was going to spank her now.
She obeyed, taking the smallest steps possible until she reached him, uber aware of her naked state.
“Spread your legs and put your hands above your head.”
That was not what she had expected, and she was once again stunned into obedience. But maybe that was part of his plan.
He reached out to touch her, teasing the pulsing lips of her pussy, basking in the wetness he found there. Her body hummed for him, and she gave a small gasp when he pinched the nub of her clit between two fingers.
“You want to know what I have planned for tonight, brat? Is that what you want?” He squeezed harder, giving it a little twist that had her rising up on the tips of her toes.
She answered with only a bob of her head, and he tugged on her sensitive nub.
“Is that how you answer me?”
Damn it. He was not going to make this easy on her. She wanted to be stubborn and refuse, but that attitude was exactly how she had gotten here. Plus, she wanted to know.
“Yes, Officer Nick.”
Only then did he let go of his hold on her clit, teasing it with one finger until she was ready to weep with relief.
“I think I’m going to play with you for a while. I’m going to fuck you, brat, good and hard. However I want, in whatever hole I want, for as long as I want. I’m going to touch you and tease you until you scream and, if you’re a good girl, I might even let you come.”
So far, so good. If this was the
extent of the submission he expected from her, maybe he wasn’t as in his element as she had previously assumed.
“I think I’ll fuck your face and your weeping pussy, and then I’ll stick my cock in that tight little ass. Do you know why, sweetheart?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “When I’m through with you, you will be exhausted physically and mentally. Your brain will be beyond objection, and you will beg to submit to me. I’m going to take you and mold you to my will. All before dinner,” he added with a grin that reeked of something sinister and had her tummy taking flight.
“Then what?” she finally whispered, unable to take the suspense but knowing there was more to the story.
“And then we will go to the Master’s Table. The Supper and Show.”
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “A show? I don’t think I’d like to watch that kind of show, Nick. Do we have to go?”
She was not looking forward to a repeat performance of this morning. She had not enjoyed watching the submissives in the 101 class get spanked. She didn’t want to watch more of the same or worse.
“We’re going.” Nick’s voice was firm and clear. “But don’t worry, darling. You don’t have to watch the show. You are the show. Everyone there is going to see what happens to naughty little brats who cry wolf.”
Fuck.
He was a motherfucking genius, really. There was no other explanation for how perfectly this had all fallen together once he had manned up and taken control, removing from her any choice in the matter.
He saw it now, and it all made sense. A strong, self-made woman like Terri would never admit that she, too, had that deep-down desire to submit to a man, even one she loved and trusted as he knew she did him. She would need to be forced to submit, to have all her choices and options removed and to have nothing left—then, and only then, would she be free to like it.
Eric hadn’t been wrong, not at all. His little brat did have a submissive side; it was just deeply buried and not easily accessible. Nick knew he was just the man for the job. The epiphany and the knowledge that came with it gave him the confidence he needed to move forward with his plans, and the will to make it as boundary-pushing, will-breaking and punishing as he could. The possibility that she would want nothing to do with him when all was said and done was still there. There was a good chance she wouldn’t be ready to admit that she liked this, no, that she needed it. The prospect was enough to make him physically ill, and even more determined to get as much out of this experience as he could.
Right now, with his newest revelation, she should be fuming, but she was just sitting on the bed, staring at him with wide eyes and pouty lips and a look of chilled disbelief. The expression on her pale face was the hottest thing he had seen all day, and he could no longer contain himself or wait another moment to fulfill his promises, or rather, make good on his threats.
“What’s up, brat?” He ran his finger across her lower lip. “You nervous?”
She rolled her eyes. “Duh, just a little. What does that mean exactly? Are you going to s-spank me at the supper? In front of everyone?”
“Yes, I am, and that’s just for starters. I have all kinds of plans for my naughty little brat.”
Her breathing was shallow and labored as she stared up at him, unmoving. “Um… am I going to be naked?”
He stepped back and perused her naked form with roaming eyes. “That would be a lovely little treat for them all,” he teased, stepping forward to tease her clit and pussy lips with his thumb. “What’s wrong, babe? You don’t want everyone to see this swollen, weeping pussy and find out that you might actually be enjoying yourself? You don’t want them to know that you actually like being told what to do and punished like a naughty girl? You’re not any different from the rest of them, are you?”
“I am!” She was indignant in her denial, even though her hard, pert nipples and glistening mound told an altogether different story.
“Tsk, tsk.” Nick clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, cocking an eyebrow and shaking his head as he did so. “You shouldn’t lie to me, little one. You don’t know what I like to do to liars.”
“What?”
“Never mind that.” He waved off her concerns with a wicked grin. “Do you want to preserve your modesty tonight? Is that what you’re so worried about? You don’t want this lovely little kitty on display for everyone?”
Her head shook vehemently from side to side, as he had known she would.
“I suppose I can let you cover it. I might have something in my bag of tricks that would work,” he mused, unable to believe how brilliantly she was playing right into his hand. “But it’s going to cost you. Lie back on the bed and open your legs wide. Show me exactly what you don’t want everyone to see.”
As soon as her legs parted into a wide V, he gave a low whistle and, without warning, brought his hand down hard across the exposed and sensitive flesh.
The breath left her chest in a soft gasp of air, and she moaned, pushing her legs apart further, giving him a new line of access. He chuckled at her eagerness.
“Oh, you like that, do you? You’re not supposed to, naughty girl. This naughty girl needs a spanking on her naughty little pussy.” He cupped his hand, so it would match her shape perfectly, bringing her to new heights of pleasure and pain as he brought it down again, several times in succession until she was moaning and writhing against the bed. Still, she stayed in position, her legs spread wide.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Lift those legs high into the air for me.”
Each smack of his calloused fingers against her soft, wet folds drove him further into aching need, until the only thought in his head was to drive his cock inside of her, feeling the pressure of the butt plug pushing back against him and fucking her until she screamed for mercy.
“Dammit,” he growled, unbuckling his belt and undoing the fly of his pants once more. “I should never have put these back on.”
Terri blinked up at him in an arousal-induced stupor, seemingly unaware of what was happening. In a flash he was as naked as she, pushing her legs down onto the bed and climbing on top of her naked form. Covering her body with his, he wasted no time in taking her, plunging his cock into her. She was warm and wet, and more than ready. She reached for him, going straight to grab his ass in her signature move, but he stopped her, pinning her hands to the mattress, high above her head. “Not today, sweetheart. The only person making moves and calling shots here is me.”
With a soft grunt of frustration, she quietly acquiesced, giving herself freely to him. He took just as freely, fucking her hard, pounding into her with an abandon that was sure to leave her sore and bruised in the morning, with a nice reminder of how his cock filled her just so, molding their bodies into one. God, he had missed this.
He didn’t try to bring her pleasure, focusing only on himself. When he felt the pressure building and his orgasm hovering close to the edge, he pulled out and pivoted her feet so that her head now occupied the spot where her ass had just been. His cock was perfectly positioned above her soft pink lips.
It only took a few hard thrusts for him to finish, spilling his seed down her throat so fast, a few drops sat on the pillow of her lips. When he finished, he was done, completely spent. His body sagged and he leaned against her, resting his now limp dick on her mouth and laughing when his balls settled on the crease of her forehead.
She giggled too, grinning up at him deliriously. All he wanted in that moment was to climb in bed and pull her into his arms and sleep for the rest of the day and night, but a quick glance at the clock on the wall told him that there was no time. They had to get ready for the dinner show.
Chapter 13
What in the actual fuck? That was all Terri could think as she knelt on the floor, naked and waiting, ball gag in place, with a collar around her neck, knowing that Nick was about to attach an actual leash and lead her around the Castle like a dog. And that wasn’t even the part that was absurd. The part that was utterly
unbelievable was that she was powerless to stop him. She had been for a while now, completely paralyzed, and beyond anything but doing what she was told like some sort of submissive Stepford robot.
Maybe it was just that her body was weak. Nick had certainly made good on his promise and fucked her positively senseless. That would explain why she was willingly going along with this when every fiber of her brain was yelling at her to object, to scream at him, to spit in his face, to kick him in the nuts, anything.
Maybe it was the fact that she felt like she didn’t have a choice in the matter. Even though she didn’t, she really did. That was one thing she had learned here at the Castle. She had more power than she had assumed, but she liked not having power. Not having a choice was oddly comforting. It gave her permission to ride this out and see what happened and explore how she really felt.
God. The thoughts in her brain were so foreign, she wondered if she had actually been replaced by some sort of Stepford robot.
She heard the click of metal against metal as Nick fastened the leash to the collar he had given her and was insisting she wear. He gave it a tug and she jumped to her feet, unable to meet his gaze. She was still naked. Did he plan on taking her to the show this way?
No, he had promised to cover her most private parts, she remembered. He wouldn’t cover them with much, but he would cover them.
True to his word, Nick reached into the plastic gift shop bag she had secretly titled the Bag of Tricks, and pulled out a black satin G-string, and matching pasties. She reached for the items, but he held them just outside of her reach.
“Not so fast there, sub.” He dropped to the ground and held the panties open near her feet. “Step in.”
Having Nick help her into a G-string was beyond weird, but she let him. She couldn’t have done anything else. Weirder still was when he expertly attached the matching pasties, covering her nipples with black satin cones.