Free Undercover Submissive by Michelle Hughes Page A

her eyes widen as she quickly lowered her head so her long hair would cover her breasts.  That was not acceptable he thought, and told the servant to bring in their breakfast.
    "I should punish you for that," he warned in quiet tone.  "You are to always be proud of your body, now move your hair." 
    His command left no doubts in her mind what he expected and even as she blushed, she pulled the strands behind her shoulders and pushed out her breasts.  Her entire body was trembling at the action and she clenched her hands in her lap nervously.
    The servant walked back in with their covered trays and sat them down before Dylan.  If he noticed that there was a naked woman at the table, she thought, then he obviously wasn't showing it.  Keeping her eyes lowered while her head was raised she could only hope that he would leave quickly.  He uncovered the trays and another female servant brought out a carafe with a small pitcher of milk and a ceramic bowl.  Then they were left alone again.  She expelled the breath she had been holding.
    "You did well girl," he smiled at her compliance.  He could see the flush covering her cheeks but she had done remarkably well, he thought.  His hand moved under the table and across her thigh and found her sex.  He was more than pleased to find her silken folds soaked with her own juices.  Sliding two fingers inside of her he slowly worked her body until she came undone. 
    She bit her lips to stop the cry that threatened to escape as she found release.  Knowing at any minute the servants could have walked in intensified the pleasure she felt.  There was a part of her that wondered why she didn't feel shame at that thought.  The other could care less as she enjoyed the completion she found at his fingers.  As he lifted his fingers to her mouth she understood what he wanted and licked them.  It was strange to taste her own flavor, but oddly enough she wasn't repelled like she thought she would have been.
    He pulled his fingers back and another smile found his face.  There was such a sweet submissive aching to be unleashed, he thought to himself.  How she had hidden from her own nature all this time was mind-boggling to him.  He lifted a fork from the table and began feeding her eggs.  She seemed a little shocked at the action but eagerly ate from his hand. 
    It was a little strange to be fed like a baby, but she decided it was something she could easily get used to.  He even lifted her cup to her lips as she drank and it was all oddly comforting.  It was so at odds with how he commanded her but at the same time it was like surrendering her will to him.  She was still considering this side of him when he stood.
    "We will talk about today's training now," he waited until she stood before walking back to his study.  "Sit in the chair," he moved behind the desk and waited as she sat.  He noted how careful she was with the plug in place and smiled, soon it would be second nature to her.
    "Normally I would not discuss what I planned each day, but I am also unaccustomed to training people with no experience in my lifestyle.  I want you to understand Cayce that if anything happens that you feel unwilling to move forward with you must use your safe words."  He knew that a untrained submissive would already be more unwilling to mention her own fears, but with her it also worried him that she would go beyond what she was physically  or emotionally comfortable with in order to be ready for the scene they would stage in hopes of finding her sister.  She needed much more time under his training than she was going to get and the thought was not sitting well with him.
    "I haven't been introduced to anything I can't handle, Sir," she blushed furiously at admitting this but it was the truth in her opinion.
    He chuckled softly at her admission, proud that her voice wasn't shaking as she spoke with him today.  "See that it remains that way and we will have no issues.  If something is