All Chapters of His Undercover Submissive: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

⚠️A Little Heads Up Before We Begin⚠️While this is a romance book, it also contains explicit Dom/sub dynamics including consensual spanking, power exchange, edging, restraints, and enough unresolved tension to short-circuit your e-reader.If any of that makes you uncomfortable, no hard feelings, but this one's not for you.Buttt if your pulse just quickened a little? Welcome. You're exactly who this story was written for.18+ only, please and thank you.Enjoy sinners ;)~~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

~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

~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. “Romeo!” 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 bare, s