Undercover Submission (6 page)

“No, I don’t get off until nine.” Kennedy picked up her purse, which sat atop her manuscript. “I really appreciate all of this. All of it.”

“What about Cedric?”

Kennedy’s heart lurched. “What about him?”

“Did you give him your number? Do you want me to?”

“Oh no.” Kennedy shook her head. “It was just a one-night thing.”

“That’s not what he told To --”

“Tell Toffer I said thanks. I’ll call you.” She made her way toward the door, Grace hot on her heels.

“I’ll come see you this week, for coffee and our weekly writing discussion. Maybe on Thursday?”

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“Sounds great.” Now at the bottom of the stairs, Kennedy turned and hugged her friend. “Thanks, really.”

“No problem. Don’t think you’re going to wiggle your way out of this. I think --”

Kennedy kissed her cheek. “Bye.” She climbed in her car, dug out her keys, and depressed the clutch. She turned the key and was met with silence. She tried one more time, then banged her hand against the steering wheel.

Grace stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching her. When Kennedy held up her arms in surrender, Grace walked over.

“Battery?”

“I don’t know. Do you think Toffer could look at it?”

“Sure. I’ll run and get him. Hold on.”

Kennedy got out and stood by her twelve-year-old clunker, hoping this wasn’t going to cost her too much money, and wondering how long it would take.

* * * * *

“Sorry.” She took out the container and upended it, ready to coat the top of the coffee drink with the cream.

“No, I want a new one.”

“What?” Kennedy put the canister down. “You haven’t even taken a sip of this one.

Why would I give you a new one?”

“Because you made it wrong. Do it again.”

Kennedy narrowed her eyes at the teen, then planted her hands firmly on the counter.

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with her car. He’d called a mechanic to tow it to a garage, which Kennedy was sure would cost her a fortune.

Despite her misgivings, one of the Shelleys’ cars sat in the parking lot of Java World.

They had insisted she borrow it, and it was the only way, really, for her to get to work on time. Then, the day had been filled with jerks, like the one standing in front of her right now.

“What are you waiting for?”

“How about for you to act decently and not think you’re better than everyone else?

Have you looked around you? This place is packed full. There is nothing wrong with this drink. I’ll add your cream and give it to you. I’m not making everyone wait longer just because --”

A squeal near the doorway caught Kennedy’s attention.

“Oh my God! It’s Cedric Davenport!” The loud voice rent the air, and female screams of delight filled the room. Kennedy looked away from the problem child to see Cedric, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, holding up his hands and grinning.

“One at a time, one at a time.” The amusement in his voice made Kennedy smile, and then she remembered the deep, commanding tone he’d used when he’d called her slave girl and ordered her to her knees. She shivered with the memory. The whirl of cell phone cameras filled the room as Cedric signed autographs and slowly worked his way toward the counter.

Kennedy glanced at her problem customer, who watched the unfolding scene with interest. He took his own cell phone from his pocket to snap a photo. She grabbed his cup, covered the drink with whipped cream, then popped on a dome top and pushed it toward him. When he took it without question, she smiled to herself.

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Thank you, Cedric. He was almost at the counter now, his smile still in place. He stopped near the front to pose for several picture with fans, then turned to Kennedy and winked.

“Hi there.”

“Hi.” She hoped she didn’t sound like an idiot; she was pretty sure she did.

“Toffer sent me.” He winked at her. With that one blink of an eye, her nipples drew taut and her pussy grew wet. This was bad, very bad. She had to convince her body not to react to him every time he walked into a room. Last night was over.

“Oh, you’ve come to get the car. Right, I’ll go dig the keys out of my purse. It’s in my locker.”

Cedric put his hand on hers to still her, then leaned in. “No, he sent me inside. He and Grace are in the car, waiting. We were afraid the both of us coming in would cause too much of a stir. Besides, I wanted to see you.”

A low moan escaped her lips and she cleared her throat to give herself time to recover.

“Thanks. And you’re right; the two of you would have started a melee.” More cell phone clicks filled the air, and Kennedy was sure there would be a photo in some magazine of her and Cedric: her in her uniform and him in tight jeans and a black T-shirt, his hand on her arm. Cedric Davenport seduces barista for free coffee. See page 2 for the juicy details.

She wished she had photos to remember last night, maybe a picture of him slapping his cock against her mouth. She shook her head to clear it. “I get off in thirty minutes.”

“I’m going to send them ahead to Diamond Lou’s. We saw it on the way in.”

“It’s a dive.”

Cedric gave her his patented smile. “I like dives. Besides, it didn’t look too crowded.”

His thumb caressed her hand. “I’ll go tell them, and then I’ll come back in and wait.”

He fought his way back through the throng of people, signing more autographs as he moved. Kennedy turned to her young coworkers, who all stared at her with bright eyes.

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“What?”

“You know Cedric Davenport?” Charity, barely old enough to have a job, fanned herself with a napkin. Kennedy hoped the girl didn’t faint on the spot.

“Yes,” she said at the same time Tisha, her thirty-year-old manager, ordered everyone back to work.

The bell tinkled again and Cedric stepped back inside, looking around, then moving toward the counter where he took a seat at the bar, Java World’s idea of being different from other boutique coffeehouses. Her coworkers pushed against each other to be the ones to wait on him. Kennedy took an order from the next person in line, watching as Cedric winked at, but didn’t flirt with, the girls.

The next thirty minutes were torture. Kennedy was painfully aware of Cedric, who watched her intently even as he chatted with people and signed autographs. Her body was on fire remembering the way he’d made her soar last night. One more scene wouldn’t hurt, would it? One more night as his slave girl, and then she’d be done.

As the place slowly emptied, and the hands of the clock crept toward nine, Kennedy wondered where they would go. Her apartment was clean, but not fancy. Of course, he knew she was just a woman who had to work for a living and had a car that had just died. Vague thoughts about the cost of repairs drifted through her mind and she pushed them away.

She’d think about it tomorrow.

After closing, she hurried to the back room, checking her makeup and washing her hands quickly. She dug out the keys and came back to find Cedric talking to Tisha. Seeing him with the small blonde brought about a spurt of jealousy that Kennedy didn’t want. She tried, and failed, to fight it.

The minute she came out of the back, though, he saw her and his smile brightened. She walked to him and he held out his hand. She dropped the keys into his palm and he nodded.

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“Tisha, it was nice to meet you.” He transferred the keys to his other hand, then grabbed Kennedy’s hand. “You take care.”

He led them to the door and out into the warm summer air. In the car, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Have a good day?”

“Not really.”

“I’m sorry. Undo your pants.”

“Here?”

The same commanding look he’d given her last night was back. “How quickly they forget. Would you like to try that again?”

“I’m sorry, Master Cedric.” Her hands went to her waistband, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping. She was so weak.

“Good. Now play with your pussy. I bet it’s nice and wet.” He started the car and put it in reverse.

“Yes, Master, it is. Ever since you walked in.”

He chuckled deeply. “Good. Now tell me why you’ve had a bad day.”

“Well, my car died.” She moaned softly as her fingers found her clit.

“Pull on that ring. Let me hear you.”

“Oh, Master, it feels wonderful.” She sighed and moved her hips, a quick, hard orgasm building.

“I’m glad to hear that, my little slave girl.” He pulled into the left turn lane and stopped at a light. “What else happened, besides the car?”

“Dealing with grumpy customers.” She told him about the kid with the whipped cream and he laughed. “Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it.”

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“Just ignore him. When something like that happens, think about kneeling before me.

About sucking my cock, taking me deep in your throat. Or bending over and spreading your cheeks, so I can spear that tight asshole.”

Kennedy rubbed harder as the image took hold. “Master, may I come?”

“You may not. A little denial for forgetting my proper title at first.” He pulled into the parking lot and rubbed her thigh after he parked. “Give it one more good tug, then zip back up.”

“Oh.” Her fingers worked the ring; then she slowly withdrew them from her pants.

Only then did she think about someone seeing her as they drove. She’d been so intent on obeying him, so thrilled to be with him, the idea hadn’t even crossed her mind.

“Very nice.” He shut off the car and turned to her. “You might get to come later, maybe not. We’ll see how you behave.”

Her clit pulsed with need. “Yes, Master Cedric.”

“Good girl. Wait right there and I’ll come open the door for you.” Kennedy surveyed the area. They were in a dark corner of the parking lot, and he’d backed in, so her side of the car faced a wall not too far away. The door opened and she climbed out.

Before she could move off, however, he pinned her to the car, grinding his erection into her pussy.

“Clean those fingers, Kennedy. Let me see you suck ’em.”

She obeyed him quickly, tasting her own juices as he watched.

“Good girl. Would you like to suck my cock?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’ve been hard for you all day.” The sound of a zipper going down made her shiver.

Surely he didn’t mean here, did he? In the parking lot? True, it was dark; still, anyone could walk by, and Grace and Toffer were waiting on them.

“Are those fingers clean?”

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“Yes, Master.” He took her hand and pressed it down his jeans. His cock fit into her palm and she inhaled sharply.

“Jerk me.” She obeyed without question and he stroked her cheek. “So beautifully submissive, so trusting. Tighter. Harder.”

“Master.” She closed her eyes and obeyed, savoring the feeling of his hardness inside her fingers. After a few minutes he stopped her.

“Get on your knees and cup your hands.” Gone was the idea of being discovered, of being in public. All that mattered was Cedric and her submission to him.

When she was in front of him he exposed himself more, then started to pump. It didn’t take long before he emptied his balls into her cupped hands, his free hand stroking her hair, holding her tight.

“Now lick it up, all of it.”

The salty cream of his cum slid easily over her tongue as she bathed her hands.

“Such a good slave. That’s my girl, lick it all up.” He was righting himself now, hiding his cock and zipping up his pants. Then he chuckled. “I hope there wasn’t a security camera out here.”

He helped her to stand, then caressed her cheek. “You all right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I bet you need to come.” When she nodded, he cleared his throat. “Just a little more denial, maybe later I’ll allow it. Who am I?”

“Master Cedric.”

“And who are you?”

“Your slave girl.” For tonight, anyway.

“What’s your purpose?”

“To serve you, Master.”

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“Good. Now let’s go inside.”

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“You want me to do what?” Kennedy reeled from the news that her car was dead, as in terminally dead unless she wanted to pump thousands of dollars into repairs on gaskets and an engine block. And now, Grace was saying she wanted Kennedy to move onto their property, and work for her.

“It’s a great plan,” Grace said. “I need an assistant, really I do. The guesthouse is empty.

You can move in, you’ll have time to work on your writing, and I’ll get caught up on correspondence and editing and all that nasty stuff.”

The idea appealed to her, except she knew they were only trying to be nice after seeing how far below them she lived.

“No, I can’t. I’m sorry.” She put her hands flat on the table and shook her head furiously.

“Why not?” Cedric took a bite from his pie. His appearance in the diner had caused quite a stir, and they’d all laughed when Toffer discussed how he’d received the same reaction. They’d sat in a back booth, and still every once in a while someone came up to ask for an autograph from the two stars. A few even asked for Grace’s. They’d all ignored Kennedy.

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“Because, I…well…um --”

“You think it’s charity,” Grace said. “I can see it on your face.”

“I guess.” Kennedy shrugged and looked out the window at the parking lot. That’s exactly what she thought. But why? Grace had been very nice to her, and there was no reason to think she felt sorry for her or saw her as inferior in any way.

“We expect you to work,” Toffer said. “A thousand a week, plus your house. You can pay rent and the bills if that will make you feel better, although I’ll pay you more salary than a thousand in that case. Listen, Grace came up with this idea because she wants you to succeed.”

“Your manuscript is good,” Grace interjected. “It does need work, and if you’re going to have it ready for my agent to see in November, then you need time to improve it. You work four to five hours a day for me, then you work on your own stuff. No more data input or making coffee, except at the house.”