Undercover Submissive

by Michelle Hughes

  "There's no need to apologize, Cait," he took a few steps back trying to control his own thoughts. "Never hide your body from me, lower your arms to your side," he spoke more roughly than he intended because he was more affected than he cared to admit.

  Her hands automatically lowered to her sides at the tone of his voice and she stiffened. What was she doing, she questioned herself? How far would she have to carry this out to get the answers she needed, she wondered? She wanted to ask him so many things, but at the same time she thought to earn his trust before she started. This was uncharted territory and she could really use a guide, she waited for his next command.

  "Kneel for me," he spoke with a softer command. Feeling more in control he crossed his arms over his massive chest and waited patiently.

  Cayce awkwardly knelt on the cool tile, she had seen this on one of the sites online and felt like she could imitate it easily. Lowering to her knees, she placed her hands on each of her thighs, resting her rear on her calves.

  "Push your shoulders back," he commanded watching as she complied, pleased. "Your eyes should always be lowered, but your back straight and your head up." Moving behind her he patted her back until her spine was completely straight. "Good girl," he complimented when she finally got the position right.

  "A different kneel," he moved in front of her and lowered to his knees before her. His large hands moved in between her closed knees and pushed at them until she spread them apart.

  Biting her lip at how open this position left her she did her best to comply. It was strange to feel the slight breeze from the air-conditioning on her breasts and she shivered. His hands on her thighs were warm and strong and she tensed again.

  "Spread further, Cait," he demanded softly his hands pushing her knees wider until they were as far apart as her legs would allow. "This position makes you ready for your Master's touch," to demonstrate his hand cupped her warm heat.

  She gasped at the unfamiliar touch and was shocked to not be disgusted by it. In fact she wasn't disgusted at all and felt a strange heat building between her thighs that she could never recall feeling before. Whimpering helplessly, she struggled to close her legs.

  His open hand slapped her thigh with little force and her movements stopped. "Never resist me," he spoke deeply. As her thighs widened again, he smiled. "Good girl", she was wet and it was more than apparent that these simple exercises were turning her on. He had been concerned earlier that she wouldn't respond to him, he was glad to be proven wrong.

  He continued on teaching her the way to stand for him and she was a fast-learner. It pleased him greatly how easy she was to mold. Not once in the last hour had she complained or showed any sign of fatigue. There was only one more thing he would do this night and he hated the idea that it was time to end their session. "You've done very well tonight Cait," he smiled, "one more lesson and we'll call it a night."

  She had no idea why she was smiling at his praise but chalked it up to him being willing to tell her what she needed to know. Finally they could talk, she told herself as she followed him to the back of the dungeon. When they walked into a bathroom she looked at him in confusion.

  He patted the long counter, "Hop up." He smiled as she sat primly on the edge of the counter. With unhurried movements, he slid his hands under her shapely ass and pushed her back against the mirror. Lifting one of her shapely legs he lifted it and placed it on the counter, moving to the other leg he spread her widely as her other leg was placed on the counter as well.

  "Sir, Dylan, um, wait," she stuttered nervously at her body being displayed out on the counter so wantonly. She had no idea what he intended but fear shot through her with a rush of adrenaline that had her shaking. For reasons she couldn't comprehend she didn't move out of the position he placed her in.

  "Trust, Cait," he smiled wickedly and reached into a drawer pulling out a can of shaving cream, a razor, and a small vial of liquid, sitting them on the counter between her parted legs. He turned the water on to warm it up then plunged his hands into it.

  She bit her lip nervously as she watched him, having no idea where this was going. As he squirted the shaving cream into his hand and then covered the patch of hair covering her core, her hips lifted off the counter in shock. Surely he didn't mean to shave her there, she thought?

  Never in her life had she felt so exposed as he began working the razor over her mound. Her body trembled violently as words escaped her mind. She could only watch as she was left as bare as a newborns bottom in complete fascination. The touch of his fingers against her skin had taken away any embarrassment as longing overwhelmed her.

  Retrieving a wash cloth, he washed away the remaining shaving cream and stroked her tenderly. The way her body tensed it was easy for him to see that she wasn't used to being caressed this way. He thought to himself that Lawrence was a fool as he stopped the gentle torture. Lifting the small vial of liquid he dropped a few droplets on the nub of her sex and waited with a smirk.

  The heat that spread over her tender folds had her gasping in agony. When his mouth lowered to her core she could only cry out in relief. Where there had been searing heat, his tongue was strangely cool, never had anyone kissed her in such a way. She cried out at the overwhelming pleasure, and felt her body reach toward fulfillment.

  Without thought her hands tangled in his hair, holding him against her. "Please," she cried out softly aching to find release.

  Pulling away he stood up and looked down into her pleading eyes. "Please what, Cait," he demanded as his fingers found her heated core and stroked lightly.

  She had no idea what he was asking her, all she could do was whimper again as the heat found her flesh again. Her hips arched off the counter, and she tightened her inner muscles trying to stop the sensation.

  "Who am I Cait," he demanded harshly, knowing what she needed as his hand moved away. Her cored was soaked with desire and he refused to give in until she submitted.

  Her mind suddenly filled with the answer he wanted and on another whimper she begged. "Please Master!"

  He winked at her, "Good Girl." Lowering his mouth to her drenched core his tongue delved in deeply bringing her over the edge in only seconds.

  The force of her release was so overwhelming it brought tears to her eyes and she fought to gain control again. "I never knew it could feel like that," she whispered in awe when she could breathe again.

  Surely he had heard her wrong, he thought. There was no way in the world Lawrence could be that selfish. Something here just wasn't adding up. "Are you trying to tell me you've never came before?" It was a stupid question, but he had to ask anyway.

  When she didn't answer him immediately he knew without doubt that there was something she wasn't telling him. "Cait, I asked you a question." He spoke harshly, demanding her to speak.

  She shook her head no and shifted her position so she sat up on the counter properly. "I'm, I'm n-not C-Cait." She whispered the words hating how it made her feel. There was no way she could not be honest with him after what they'd just shared.

  What kind of game was the girl playing with him, he thought feeling anger at her lies. "Of course you're Cait, what kind of game is this?" He lifted her chin forcefully, "Do you want me to punish you?" That made sense he thought, he'd known a few submissive's that couldn't allow themselves to feel pleasure without pain.

  "I'm her twin," she kept her eyes lowered even as the grip on her chin became almost painful.

  He let her go like he'd just been slapped. "I think you better start talking girl," walking over to a cupboard he pulled out a towel and tossed it at her. Whatever game was going on here, he was determined to get some answers.

  Lowering her shaking legs to the floor, she wrapped the towel around her securely. She spoke quickly to cover up the strange sense of disappointment in displeasing him. "Cait's missing, and the police won't help me find her. I thought if I could pretend to be her tonight, you would give me some answers." Nibbling on her lip she kept her eyes on the tile flo
or and waited for him to answer.

  "Have you ever done any of this before," he demanded pulling his temper back under control.

  "Never," she trembled under the anger in his voice.

  "Do you have any idea what could have happened tonight Cai..," he mumbled a curse under his breath, "what is your name?"

  "Cayce," her voice was a timid whisper, "and I looked up some things online."

  He had just introduced a neophyte into his world, he shook his head in disgust. Had he known that the girl was a novice, things would have been done a hell of lot differently, he thought to himself. Thankfully she had been nervous enough that he hadn't pulled out all the stops, he reminded himself. "You're going to get dressed and we're going to walk back to my office, understand?"

  She nodded miserably and walked off to find her clothes. Her body still tingled at the incredible release he had given her. If nothing else came of this night she thought, at least she knew now what she'd been missing by not dating. The thought did little to cheer her up.

  After she dressed she walked back out into the dungeon, and noticed him tapping his foot impatiently. She followed behind him without a word as he led her back upstairs. She hoped he wasn't so angry that he refused to help her now.

  He held open the door that led into his study for her and motioned his hand toward his desk. "Have a seat, Cayce and let's start from the top." Walking around behind the desk he sat down and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting. He still wasn't pleased about being deceived and more than a little upset with himself for the way he had initiated her into his world.

  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.