He ordered a bottle of Romane Conti, and waited until the waiter left before reaching over the table, grasping her hands. "You seem very quiet sweetheart," he smiled as her eyes met his not understanding why she seemed so nervous.
"I feel a little out of place with these people Sir," she whispered so that no one else would overhear.
The thought that she felt beneath these people angered him and he tightened his grips on her hands. "Never speak that way about yourself Cayce, I will not allow it. Do you understand?" He kept his voice quiet but the implication of his words was plain.
"Yes, Sir." She spoke softly and lowered her eyes, upset that she had disappointed him.
"Look at me Cayce," he demanded and waited until she complied. "You are more worthy than all of these pompous asses," he spoke vehemently but at a level that only she would hear. "Money does not buy class and sweetheart you've got more of that than any woman in this room, and don't forget it."
His words made her smile and her early discomfort faded. If he chose to be with her here, then who was anyone else to say she didn't belong. "Thank you, Sir." Her eyes filled with tears as she thought about how little confidence she had. Blinking them away, she knew that it was time to give herself a little more credit. While she wasn't rich, she was educated and she doubted that were few people in this room that had her knowledge of books. That thought and being with one of the most eligible bachelors in the city brought her right out of her strange mood.
"That's my girl," he winked and moved his hands as their wine arrived. He waved away the waiter as he attempted to pour. The man left him with menus before departing. He poured them both a glass of wine before picking up the menu. "Would you allow me to order for you?"
Smiling at his question, she nodded before answering. "I'll be honest, I have no idea what most of this stuff is Sir." She had opened her menu, staring at the courses. She had heard of the ingredients of course since this was an American Restaurant, but the way they had them laid out was confusing to her.
She sipped on her wine and was shocked as the pleasing flavors rolled over her tongue. This definitely wasn't supermarket wine, and since she wasn't a big drinker that was about as far as her taste went. "This is really delicious, Sir."
"I'll remember you like it then, I have a few bottle of this at home." He didn't consume alcohol often, but enjoyed the perfection of this winery when he did. A clear head and healthy body were essential to the man he was, especially when it came to the lifestyle he had chosen. There was no room for clouded judgment.
"Dylan, what an expected pleasure." Serif had noticed them when they entered the building and had watched with interest at the way he hovered protectively over his companion. Normally he wouldn't make an unannounced presence in public, as one never knew if a meeting in a public place was business or pleasure. He made an exception tonight because it was apparent that the couple were more than just business acquaintances.
"Serif," Dylan nodded tensely, not expecting to see the man before the weekend gathering, "a pleasure seeing you here." Deciding he would need to make introductions, or seem rude he gestured toward Cayce. "Cayce this is an old friend, Serif," he chose his words carefully, "Cayce, Serif."
She remembered his name and had to force back a sudden urge to cringe. "It's nice to meet you, Sir," she hoped her voice didn't tremble.
"A delight I'm sure," his eyes roamed over her form slowly before returning to Dylan. "So will you be attending my event this weekend?" He kept the words impersonal so there would be no backlash if indeed this woman was not privy to their lifestyle.
Cayce felt chilled to the bone at his inspection, she couldn't think of what else to call it. Turning her attention toward Dylan, her hands clasped nervously in her lap, not sure what she was supposed to say to this man if anything.
"We would not miss it," forcing himself to smile even as he wanted to slap the man's face for daring to look at his woman, he spoke with warmth.
Serif turned his attention back to Cayce, a smile finding his own face at his admittance of her nature. "A few special friends are making our way out to the Island tonight, perhaps you and your 'companion' would like to join us?" He knew what he liked, and if this girl was available, he would prefer to make a claim before the other men had a chance to look her over.
"We would be delighted of course," he forced himself to smile even deeper while all the while wanting to smash the man's face into a wall. Seeing that he had his attention fully, which was much better than him staring at his Cayce like she was a morsel he wanted to devour, he continued to speak. "Will we be meeting at your yacht?"
"Yes we'll be departing around midnight. That should give you plenty of time to make yourself available, no?" His eyes turned back to the beautiful girl and his thoughts roamed. She would definitely be a pleasing addition to his family, he thought. There was something fresh and untouched about this one and that made him ache to break her. She would do very nicely as his whore, he thought with a smirk.
Their waiter arrived and Dylan was grateful for the interruption. "We will be there," forcing himself to smile again, he hoped the rude asshole left them to their dinner before he blew everything by taking out his rage on him.
The possessive gleam in Dylan's eyes gave him pause and he nodded. If he wanted her for himself, then that made the challenge of taking her even more exciting. "I'll leave you to your dinner, and please don't keep me waiting tonight." Turning back to Cayce, he smirked, "I look forward to getting to know you much better, little one." With those words he departed.
Cayce let out the breath she had been holding since he turned to look her over again. The man scared her on a physical level and she wasn't sure she could go through with this fiasco. "Sir?" Honestly she didn't know what to ask him, but her hands were trembling nervously and she felt her body shiver at the feeling he left her with.
"Not here Cayce," he warned her softly before turning back to the waiter and ordering quickly. This meal needed to be over quickly with the plans they needed to make. He needed the extra days with her, but that just wasn't going to happen it seemed. They had only a few hours before their undercover farce began, and he had no idea how they'd pull it off.
The rest of their meal was eaten in silence as both of them had much to think about. She knew the food must have been delicious, but she couldn't even taste it her nerves were so strung at what they were about to attempt. When he asked if she was ready to leave, she simple nodded her head and waited as he took care of the bill. When they finally made it to the car and were alone again, she felt on the edge of tears.
"Put your seatbelt on Cayce," he demanded softly as he slid his on. His mind was filled with worries at the moment and he knew he would have to control his own emotions if he was going to keep her calm. The scene he had planned might need to be altered a bit since they were going to be on the Island without having to go through any test of sorts. Perhaps he could pull off that she was a new submissive, he thought to himself. It would make much more sense this way and it wouldn't be so far as of stretch, he considered.
After they had ridden down the road a while he let out a stressed breath. "We're going to play this a little differently Cayce, and I think this will be easier for you." He needed her relaxed with him and not worrying about some scene that was going to push her way beyond anything she was ready for. "I'm going to need you to trust me to keep you safe sweetheart."
"What if he figures out I'm a fraud Sir, and how did he not notice that I was Cayce's twin?" Gripping her hands nervously in her lap, her nerves had her almost at the point of hysteria. Before this night was over she was going to be with the same monster who had taken her sister, and as much as she trusted Dylan, this man she was meeting was obviously not as trustworthy.
"To be honest Cayce with all the women serving him, your sister is just another face in the crowd, and who knows maybe that's exactly why he was drawn to you." Serif was not known for his great intellect, he thought, and if knew him like he thought
he did his possessiveness over Cayce would be more appealing to him than her beauty. "And unless you've changed your mind about belonging to me, you're not a fraud at all."
"Of course I haven't changed my mind about that Sir," she flushed at the thoughts that moved through her mind and body as she considered belonging to him.
Smiling genuinely for the first time since their meeting with Serif, he pulled into his driveway. "You just remember who owns you girl, and there won't be any problems." He winked before getting out the car and walking over to open her door.
"I don't think I will be forgetting that anytime soon, Sir," feeling a little of the weight lift from her heart she smiled as he held out his hand to her.
"Good girl," pulling her into his arms he crushed her against him, determined to make her less apprehensive about what they were about to do. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply, he wanted all her focus on her desires and not that damned island. They would pull off this, get her sister back, and then he was going to chain her to his bed for the rest of his life he thought possessively.
Surrendering to the desire he brought to life her hips pressed against him, her body aching to be with his again. A soft whimper escaped her lips as his hands grabbed her rear, pushing against her showing just how on board he was with her needs.
"You're going to walk that cute little ass back up to my room, and wait for me in that bed with nothing on but a smile girl." Pulling back he swatted her ass lightly and let her go.
Jumping slightly at his slap she walked toward the house smiling. She made her way upstairs and stripped off the dress and the rest of her clothing, having no intention of denying him anything.
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 own 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 ou
t 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.
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