Undercover Submissive (4 page)

She couldn't look at him as she recited her sister's story, not leaving out any details.  Cait had left last Friday for her job at the club and been in her normal frame of mind.  Her sister had told her she'd be back late Saturday afternoon She'd never returned and before nightfall she'd visited the police department and been told to wait 48 hours before filing a report. 

"Is it normal for Cait to disappear like this," he asked patiently.  Mentally, he was trying to put the pieces together and he couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't just decided to head off with Lawrence early.  His friend was known for making impulsive business trips when warranted and it made perfect sense that he would ask the woman to join him.  He wouldn't have let her out of his sight, he thought as he looked at the beautiful woman sitting before him.

"She's been known to stay gone a few days without calling, but not when telling me a certain time she'd return.  We had actually planned to go visit my mother, which I know wasn't on her top list of things to do."  Shaking her head, she couldn't believe that Cait would
just stay gone to not go on the trip.  As much as Cait resented their mother, it wasn't like her to just not say she wasn't going.

"I'll call Lawrence, I'm sure she's probably with him," this was an easy enough fix he thought.  He pulled out his cell phone and found his number.

Cayce felt her spirits lift, if indeed her sister was just off with her lover, then she was going to owe Detective Ingram a huge apology.  Feeling the heaviness in her heart that had been wearing her down for days lift, she sighed deeply.

"Lawrence, I was hoping you could tell me where Cait was," he spoke quickly as his friend answered the phone.

"Did she skip out on her session with you?" Lawrence walked out onto the veranda overlooking the beach.

"She did, and I would like to reschedule with her if you can tell me how to get in touch with her."  He wasn't sure why he felt the need to keep the truth undercover, but something inside told him it was the smart thing to do.

"I have her home number, but I'm not sure if that will be necessary." Lawrence wasn't very happy with Cait after she refused to return the last five calls he made. 

"Have you decided not to take her on then?" Dylan was a little shocked, a gem like Cait was rare in their world and it made little sense that he would let her slip through his fingers.

"Between us Dylan, I haven't heard from her all week.  I had to make a trip down to my office in New Mexico and she hasn't returned any of my phone calls."  Normally that would be enough to sever any ties, but there was something really special about Cait and he was willing to put forth some effort.

"Since last week," knowing that was when Cayce said she went missing it made perfect sense, "well if you do hear from her and decide to use me, just let me know."  Something really wasn't adding up here, he thought to himself. 

"I'll definitely do that that Dylan, I guess we'll see each other next week at the convention?" "Oh and by the way, she met some people at the Rose on our last visit, maybe she decided to try the Island."

As the word Island, came out of Lawrence's mouth he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.  He had trained another submissive who almost got entangled with that group.  Trying to keep his voice neutral he spoke quickly. "Wouldn't miss it, I'll talk to you then," hanging up the phone he looked at the expectant face of
the woman sitting before him and shook his head.  "She's not with him, and he's been trying to contact her all week."

Cayce felt all her hopes die at his words and fought to keep her emotions in check.  "If she's not with him, where else could she be?" Standing up she turned her back so he wouldn't see the tears that filled her eyes.  She'd shown enough emotion in front of this stranger and knew she was on the verge of a mental breakdown now.

The thoughts running through his mind were not positive, the women that ended up on the Island, normally didn't return.  Walking over in front of Cayce he lifted her chin and felt his heart lurch at the sight of her tears.  "We're going to find her Cayce," his fingers lifted to the salty moisture and he gently traced the trail. Something about a woman's tears had always overwhelmed him.

"How are we going to find her, she could be anywhere by now," the touch of his gentle fingers on her skin made her tremble even through her misery.  Without warning her heart began to race and she could only stare into his beautiful hazel eyes.

Groaning as the urge to take her overwhelmed him, he stepped back.  "We're going to start with you not looking at me like dinner, sweetheart." His body instantly responded to the hunger in her gaze and it damn sure wasn't making it easier for him to think.  She was like a woman starved for attention and he wanted to drive that look of need from her until she found it hard to walk the next day.

"I w-wasn't looking at you that way," her cheeks blazed at his words and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment. 

"We'll talk about that another time, right now I've got to come up with a plan to get your sister back before it's too late." He chuckled at her outrage before sobering at the thought of what could happen to Cait.

The Island was not a place he would ever visit on his own, his first submissive had told him tales that still angered him today.  She had barely escaped and the experience had been so horrible that it had taken years for her to get back into the lifestyle after.  The women went there willingly, but the methods the owner used to keep them willing was the reason he refused to associate with him.

That same submissive would get him the invitation he sought, he decided.  No one visited without one, and if anyone knew what Serif enjoyed, it was Elizabeth.  Serif was known in their community as one of the most influential men, but at the same time one of the
most conniving.  He had money and power on his side, crossing him was almost a death wish for anyone interested in their lifestyle. 

He had the ability to close all the doors to the BDSM community if he chose and it was very rare that anyone took the chance to stand up to him.  This was how he continued to pull in women.  No one was willing to risk being ostracized by the entire community.  What he was doing was completely legal, albeit underhanded.  He pulled these women in with grand schemes and promises of a pampered slave girl life then took them back to his country and basically loaned them out as whores to his business associates.

Elizabeth had discovered his true nature only a week before she was scheduled to leave the Island.  According to her, he trained all the women there for at least a month, filling their minds with all sorts of negative thoughts about themselves until they couldn't think on their own.  Dylan knew how strong Elizabeth was and also understood her strength was the only thing that saved her from the fate that befell the other women.

"Are you going to tell me what you're thinking?" Cayce had been waiting on him to speak for several minutes and was growing more agitated with each moment.

"I'm not sure how much you're ready to hear," pulling himself out of his own thoughts he knew that this information couldn't be shared.

"You're scaring me," Was what he had to say so horrible that she wouldn't be able to deal with it?

"Listen Cayce, why don't you just go home and let me deal with this one my own?"  He could see her about to argue and held up a hand.  "As soon as I know something I promise I'll call you."  This was the best way he thought to himself, this girl had no understanding of his world. 

"You're not going to help me, are you?" Her voice sounded defeated to her own ears and she hung her head in misery. 

"I'm trying to keep you safe, and I am going to help you, you have my word," he spoke softly knowing just how close she was to losing it.

"You know where she is, don't you?" She didn't mean to sound like she was accusing him, but he was hiding something and was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"I think I do Cayce, but trust me you're better off not knowing."  He could tell by the fire building in her blue eyes that she wasn't going to let that comment go.

"If you know something about 'my' sister, then you better tell me now," she very rarely lost her temper but withholding anything about Cait right now was a good way to fire her up.

He had to bite back a chuckle at how sexy she looked when angry. "Ordering me around now, are we?" He stepped forward until they were only scant inches apart and watched her eyes widen.

"No, I m-mean, y-yes," lifting her hands up she placed them on his chest not knowing why she was suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

She was so ripe for the plucking he thought as he gazed down again into her emotion-filled eyes.  It would be so easy to train this girl, no woman, he corrected himself, she wasn't his toy to play with.  He had great respect for women, even those girls' that chose to become submissive.  In his thoughts they were two different species.  In his everyday life a woman was held to no different standards than a man.  In truth, he expected more from women after he began training submissive's, because of how strong they truly were.

"Listen Cayce, I'm going to bring your sister back to you, but you're going to have to trust me to do this on my own," there's no way she could go to the Island with him, he thought to himself.

"If you know where she is, I'm going with you to bring her back," she stated confidently." Letting her hands fall from his chest, she reminded herself that no matter what this man made her feel, her sister was the most important issue here.

"You can't go with me, you have to be invited to the Island and unless you plan on becoming my sex slave that's not going to happen," as soon as he uttered the words he was shocked at how right they felt.

"Y-you would want me as a s-slave," she should be horrified at the thought but for some strange reason the thought of belonging to him was more than a little appealing.

How could he put this delicately, he thought to himself for a few moments.  "Of course I'd love to have you as a slave, but sweetheart I don't think you want to go there."  He hoped for her own sake she took him at his word because his body was all on board with the idea of her kneeling at his feet again.

"Then consider me your slave until we have Cait back," she didn't know why she uttered the words but she had no intention of taking them back.  She was determined to find Cait, and the thought of belonging to him, if even for a short time made her feel things she thought were impossible.

"Cait, it's not that easy," his body was thinking it would be just that easy even as his mind was telling him what a stupid idea this was.

"I'm sure it's not, but you're a trainer right?" If she understood this right he had planned on training Cait for Lawrence.  "If you're good at what you do then we should be able to pull this off."

It was a damn tempting idea, Dylan considered.  In truth the girl responded well to him, but there were dozens of things she had yet to be exposed to that would be expected of her at these public sessions.  "Sweetheart you better think really hard about what you're offering because if you do this, you'll have to submit to things that may not sit well with your morals."

"I was willing to let some stranger beat me tonight, Dylan I doubt seriously there's much you can do that would be worse than that." She wasn't backing down on this, she knew Cait and if the tables had been turned she would have done the same for her.

"Did you really think I was going to beat you," he was shocked at the statement.  "Sweetheart trust me if I train you under a flogger you'll enjoy it."  He didn't appreciate the thought of being considered a woman beater at all.

She shivered at the thought and decided to keep her mouth shut on that opinion.  She doubted seriously she would enjoy it all, but endure it she would.  "So how do we do this?" She needed to change the topic to anything other than whips.

He could see the disbelief in her face, and decided to change the topic.  If she went through with this, she'd find out soon enough how much pleasure could be found that way.  "Well the first thing we do is change that damn contract we made," he chuckled as he remembered all the things she agreed to.  "Unless of course you're still willing to try everything?"  He smirked and waited for her to recant.

"That depends on if the safe words are still in place," she knew from the look on his face he expected her to back down and she wasn't giving him the satisfaction of doing it.  She had no idea where her courage was coming from but something about his superior attitude gave her mental strength.

He refused to let his face show how shocked he was at her compliance.  "Safe words will always be in place, Cayce", his brow lifted as he spoke, "and so will the other rules, until this ends its Master."  He refused to give credence to the notion of how excited the thought of owning her was, even if it was for a short time.

She should have felt disgust at being told to call him Master, but she just couldn't muster up the emotion.  "Yes Master," it felt almost wicked to call him that and brought back memories of the session they had shared back in the dungeon.  Without warning her body flooded with heat.

He read the desire on her face and bit back a groan.  In a normal situation he would have taken his time to move slowly with this girl.  She was untrained and needed a gentle hand, the only problem was that they didn't have time for gentleness.  To pull off being his slave she would have to learn things rapidly.  "We're going to train every night this week Cayce, and I won't be able to coddle you the way I should."  It was a warning that he didn't like giving but it was fair in his thoughts.