The Stubborn Submissive: A Studs Submission

-Dylan

When Blaine called, there was crying and screaming happening in the background. Why, you ask? Well, apparently there was a freak accident and the Chef lost a finger and had to be rushed to the hospital. There was a lot of blood that may or may not have gotten squirter on a few of the waitresses. This led to mass chaos and ended with said waitresses going home to shower and reevaluate their lives. So that left the staff short-handed and them without a show cook. Their Sous Chef could cover the regular meals, but their Chef was the main entertainment and the Habacchi cook for the private meals. For some reason, Myers suggested my name to save the day. Luckily for them, I did a stint working at a Japanese restaurant as a dishwasher, and I managed to pick a few things up. 

Sometime in the middle of the meal, the missing chef returned. I was honestly surprised that the man came back after all that. I don't know about you, but if I lose a finger, I'm done for the day. But the guy was a professional. He got his finger sewn back on and came back to finish his shift.

After I was relieved, I told my girls to finish up their meal while I went to take a shower and change. When I got back, they were standing outside of the dining hall waiting for me. 

Monica was the first person to notice me. "Omg, you two look so hot all matching like that." 

I smiled to myself, knowing the war was about to begin. As soon as Jade spotted me, I could see her blood starting to boil.

"Awww, hell naw, not you too. Common man. It was one thing to have your subs be all matchy matchy with the colors we wear, but why the hell are you dressed exactly like me, bruh? Like for real, I got a whole twin. I don't even do that ish with her anymore. I'll be damned if I do it with you."

Her face was priceless. Jade was so irked she didn't know what to do with herself. Ha, this is going to be fun.

I stopped and looked down at my clothes, acting confused, and then back at her, shocked. "What the? Hey, why are you dressed like me?" I pointed at her up and down as if I were all the way flabbergasted by her appearance. As if I didn't pick out her clothes. 

"What the hell. No, don't do that. Don't act annoyed. I'm annoyed. You will not take my annoyedness from me. Go, change. I can't be seen dressed like you."

I smirked at her. "What's wrong, Macchiato? You worried people will say I did it best?" I spun around modeling my clothes....our clothes. My girls oooed and awed and told me how sexy I looked, only making matters worse.

Jade crossed her arms over her chest, fired up. "Not possible, nobody can outdo Jade. I'm a National Sex Symbol. I can wear a potato sack and make it look good." 

Her confidence was so sexy and her ego was so strong. They were her greatest strengths and also made her so fun for me to mess with.

"I love it, we all match perfectly. Now everybody will know we belong to you, Dilly," Trinity said, truly happy with our matching attire.

"Da hell I do, Jade belongs to No one," she said defiantly.

I told myself I was going to behave. That I was going to leave Dom Dylan locked up in her cage. But hearing her say that set something off in me, a possessiveness that I couldn't control. 

In that instant, I pushed her against the wall. I put my hand under her shirt and cupped her breast. "I'm pretty sure these belonged to me earlier. Can you not still feel my claim on them?"

Jade gasped and looked around, making sure nobody could see. "Tha-that was, different." 

I pinched her sore nipples, causing her body to shudder. Jade let out a whimpered moan and looked at me pleadingly. While I was teasing her, a group of ppl walked out of the dining area. When they saw I had Jade pressed against the wall, they started giggling. Jade's hands went to my shoulders, attempting and failing to push me off. "What are you doing? Mmm, this is supposed to be the vanilla side of the resort? You can't do this here."