All Chapters of His Undercover Submissive: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

43 Chapters

#1: She’s FBI

~Ryder~ THWACK! I smack the submissive’s reddening ass in time with the dark beat of the old-school Depeche Mode tunes pounding through my dungeon at The Red Room. Clenching my jaw, I curl my palm into a fist, then shake out the sting. The sub gasps and sticks her butt out for me. Oh yeah, Callie likes pain and punishment, which is why she frequents this BDSM club. But the past two hours have proven that her attitude doesn’t submit half as well as her body. Given enough time, I’ll change that. She gasps and pushes back for more, her usual bratty fire still burning bright even after twenty minutes of this. “More,” she gasps. I land another spank, harder this time, watching the way her flesh blooms red. “You’re not learning. Who’s in charge here?” “But I need it,” she whines. I step closer, pressing my body against her heated skin, my hand sliding between her thighs to feel how soaked she already is. “What you need and what you think you deserve are two different thin

#2: With All Due Respect

~Lila~ “Bud?” Ryder breathes. The name lands like a physical blow against my ribs. I jerk away from Ryder’s grip, my heart slamming against my ribs like it wants to break free. His hand falls away, but the heat of his fingers lingers on my scalp, sending unwelcome sparks down my spine. Zane and Axel stand frozen near the door, their eyes wide as they take in the scene. “My name is Lila,” I hiss, my voice a dangerous, low vibration. “Agent Mitchell to you. I have no idea who this ‘bud’ is.” He moves back, but his posture doesn’t soften. Instead, that terrifying, familiar intensity returns to his gaze, fueling an arrogance that makes my chest tighten. “I know you still have that tiny, crescent-shaped birthmark on your left thigh, just two inches below your hip. I also know you bite the inside of your lip when you’re trying to look like you aren’t terrified. And you still have the exact same stubborn tilt to your chin that you had when you were tutoring me in sophomore lite

#3: I Can't See

~Lila~The heavy oak door of Thorne’s office clicks shut behind me, but the sense of entrapment follows me right into the corridor.Before I can even take a full breath of the cooler hallway air, a broad, calloused palm presses firmly against the small of my back and the heat of Ryder’s hand burns straight through the fabric of my button-down shirt, steering me forward without giving me a single inch of leeway.“Don’t touch me,” I say, keeping my voice low so the passing club staff won’t overhear the tremor of pure fury vibrating in my chest.I try to shoulder away from his grip, but he simply shifts his hand higher, forcing me to keep pace with his long strides.“You lost the right to make demands the second you stepped into Thorne’s office to try and get me replaced, Bud,” Ryder murmurs, his deep voice scraping against my ears. “We’re on my clock now. You are going to learn exactly how this dynamic works, and we are starting immediately.”“Stop calling me that!” I snap, tiltin

#4: Best You Ever Had

~Lila~“Walk to the bed. Stand beside it and wait for me,” Ryder orders.I walk over to the low platform bed, my bare feet silent against the concrete. Ryder prowls toward me, then sits on the silk sheet. “Come closer.”“Don’t I get a safe word first?”He tilts his head slightly, studying me for a moment. Then be says, “How about… Kettle. If that word clears your lips, we’re done.”I smile up at him. “Kettle. Got it.”He nods quickly, stepping back towards the bed. “Good. Now lay yourself across my lap and present your ass for punishment. No coming.”“I–”“And no talking. If I was capable of selling you to a Colombian drug lord willing to pay five million dollars for the privilege of raping you, do you think I’d be letting you speak? Follow directions or suffer more punishment.”My body tenses as I lie face down across the edge of the mattress with my hips elevated, resting my forearms on the black silk sheets. The position puts my body on full display, exposing the vulnera

#5: There’s Only One Her

~Ryder~ I freeze with my fingers hovering a mere millimeter above her wet, warm flesh, while I try to make sense of what just happened. The primal, roaring urge to take her, to completely possess her and strip away every last bit of her defiance, grinds to a crashing, agonizing halt. I stare down at her, my chest heaving as I fight the furious tide of my own arousal, trying to process the absolute shock of what she just did. “Kettle!” Lila shouts again, her voice louder this time, directed straight at the surface of the two-way mirror on the wall. She is trembling beneath me, her eyes wide and flashing with a volatile mixture of fear, triumph, and lingering desire. Before I can even open my mouth to demand an explanation, the heavy security door clicks open and swings wide and Nico Thorne steps into the room carrying a thick, black wool blanket in his hands. He moves directly between us, using his body as a shield to block my view of her as he drapes the fabric over her bar

#6: I Understand

~Lila~ The front lobby of The Red Room is entirely too quiet at six o’clock on a Friday morning. I march past the front desk, my heels striking the polished floorboards with an aggressive rhythm that perfectly mirrors the storm raging inside my chest. I spent the entire night tossing and turning in my apartment, staring at the ceiling and convincing myself that my tactical use of the safe word had successfully forced Nico’s hand. I already prepared my arguments for whatever new instructor the club assigned me, ready to prove that I could handle the training as long as the man holding the leather leash wasn’t the exact same boy who shattered my teenage heart. But the receptionist merely offered a tight, sympathetic smile and directed me right back to the reinforced steel door at the end of the isolated basement corridor. I don’t bother knocking. I push the door open with enough force to make it shudder against the interior wall, stepping into the dim, climate-controlled expa

#7: Gracious Host

~Ryder~The door to my private dungeon clicks shut, sealing us back inside the quiet, gray concrete walls, but the atmosphere has completely shifted.Lila is standing in the center of the room, her breath still a little shallow from what we just witnessed through the observation glass. The raw intimacy of Jason and Greta’s scene has left a beautiful, vulnerable flush on her skin, and I can sense her usual defensive walls momentarily crumbling. My eyes track down to the pocket of her discarded trousers resting on the chair where the faint outline of her engagement ring is showing. A sudden, vicious spike of jealousy hits my gut. She is wearing another man’s promise, but right now, she is standing bare in my world, breathing my air, and looking at me with a surrender I know she has denied herself for twelve years.“Down on your knees,” I command. “Face me.”She doesn’t offer a single retort this time. Her eyes fix on mine, full of a fierce intelligence that is actively processing

#8: Good Girl

~Lila~ The door clicks shut and Ryder walks back into the dungeon while I’m still secured to the wooden structure as the cool air sweeps across my bare skin. He looks fully composed, though his blue eyes possess a strange, dark intensity that makes my thighs press closer together. He walks slowly toward me, dropping his keys onto the small metal tray beside the bed with a soft, metallic clatter before adjusting the oversized wool socks he slipped onto my cold feet earlier. “You okay, baby?” Ryder asks, stepping closer. “I was about two seconds away from using my safe word just to get someone in here to untie me.” I say, trying to inject some of my usual sarcasm into my tone, though the slight tremble in my voice completely betrays my anxiety. “But you didn’t,” he counters as he steps directly between my spread thighs. “Because you’re finally learning to trust the dynamic. You knew I’d come back for you.” I open my mouth again but before I can say another word, Ryder lays a

#9: He Manipulated Your Guilt

Bruce is standing less than three feet away from me, his knuckles white as he grips a folder he must have brought from his office. His expensive tailored suit looks completely out of place in the industrial lighting of The Red Room’s basement corridor.“B-BRUCE?” My heart drops to my knees. I have trouble drawing in a breath. “What are you doing here?”He crosses his arms over his chest, anger radiating from his nearly black eyes, glittering with betrayal. “After the marks I saw on your body last night and our argument, I came to find out what’s going on.”I swallow. How much of this morning’s session with Ryder has he seen? “You shouldn’t be here.”“Neither should you.” Bruce steps into the room on heavy footsteps. “Why didn’t you tell me that your first lover was working over you… excuse me, working with you on this case? Did that fact slip your mind, dear?”Crap. I’ve stepped deep in it now, and have no one to blame but myself. “No. I was reassigned to Ryder yesterday. I didn’

#10: Count Them Out For Me

~Lila~The door of the dungeon flies open as I slam my palm against the release bar, the crash matching the chaotic storm currently tearing through my chest.It has been exactly two hours since Bruce walked out of our townhouse, two hours of staring at the empty spaces on the mantle and realizing that the pristine life I spent years constructing has completely dissolved into nothingness. Ryder is standing near the equipment locker, unrolling a length of red strap. He doesn’t look surprised to see me, nor does he look remorseful. He simply turns his head, his intense blue eyes tracking my aggressive stride with a calm, predatory stillness that makes me want to scream.“You're back,” he says in a voice that contains absolutely no apology.“I’m back.” I raise my chin proudly. “Don’t gloat. If it weren’t for my job, I swear to God, I’d never come within ten feet of you again.”I strip with a frantic, aggressive efficiency, tearing the blazer from my should

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