"Detective, are you even attempting to find leads," Cayce was frustrated but even as the words left her mouth she regretted them. It wasn't like her to step outside the boundaries.
His eyebrow rose at her question and he fought to remain calm. "Ms. Miller at the moment I've working on 15 unsolved cases, two of them involving young children and so if you ask me if my top priority is your sister who will probably show up in a few days, then the answer is no!" He hadn't meant to be so abrupt, but her sister was not his top priority, she wasn't even his middle priority. He only had so many resources available to him and only so much time in a day.
Feeling the heat find her face, she splayed her hands across his desk and looked him straight in the eye. "My sister may not mean anything to you detective, but she deserves the same consideration that any other person would get." "I expect you to do your job, and if you can't then I will report you!" Turning she walked out of the office feeling proud of herself for finally standing up to someone.
Josh could only stare after her as she left having no idea there was that type of spunk in the little lady. Perhaps he had been a little unfair in his handling of this case, he thought to himself. He would try to put some of the rookies on some leads later this afternoon, he decided. The woman was right, he couldn't deny that even with her sister's past she deserved the same attention any other citizen of this county would get.
Cayce was fuming as she left the police department. There had to be something she could do, she thought to herself. Making her way back to the apartment she and Cait had shared, she decided to go through everything her sister owned and hopefully turn up something that would help find her. She had left everything just the way her sister had, in case the police ever decided to check over the room. It was pretty apparent to her that they couldn't be bothered. She was her sister's only hope of being found, and she refused to fail her.
With a sense of determination she parked her car and walked inside, determined to unravel some clues. Going through Cait's personal belongings made everything seem so much more urgent. Tears filled her eyes but she refused to give in to emotion. Her sister was coming back, she reminded herself with a mental shake. Somewhere in this room there was something that would give her the information she needed.
Refusing to leave any hiding place untouched, she spent the next hour going through every receipt and bank statement her sister had. Fighting back the urge to organize, she glanced up at the jewelry box that sat on the dresser top. When they were girls they would leave notes underneath a piece of torn fabric telling each other what shifts their stepfather was working so they could disappear. It couldn't be that easy, Cayce thought to herself.
Lifting the top of the old box, she held her breath as she slipped her fingers underneath the torn place. Her fingers pulled out a business card and she could only look at the name confused. Reading the information she felt her heart race, Dylan St. Clair owner of St. Clair Industries, with a private phone number scrawled in by hand. How would her sister know St. Clair? He was one of those millionaire playboys that the press loved to talk about.
She remembered his picture vividly from the cover of some tabloid at the grocery store last week. Unable to recall the story, Cayce found it amusing that she did remember those mesmerizing hazel eyes of his. She was definitely not one to be blown away by good looks, but something about how he looked on that cover made her heart race for a few seconds. Maybe it was an Omen, she thought to herself.
Placing the card on the dresser, she decided to call the detective with the information after she finished her search. There was only one place left to look and she walked over to the bed. Lifting up a corner of the mattress, she let her hand skim along the inside edges. As her hand felt a book, she pulled it out and glanced at it while biting her lip.
Her sister's diary was the one thing she didn't feel comfortable searching through, and here it was in her hands. If these had been different circumstances she would have stuffed it right back under the mattress, but she needed answers. Thankfully it wasn't locked with a key, she thought to herself as she curled up on Cait's bed to start reading.
Dates were scrawled at the top of every page in her sisters flowing curled handwriting. Just looking at the words had her heart aching. She felt guilty for looking at her sister's private thoughts and decided to start on a date that was only a week before her disappearance. The words on the pages shocked her to the core and her hand covered her mouth to stifle a gasp.
Graphic descriptions of bondage were splayed across the pages in such detail that Cayce blushed. She found herself unable to stop reading as her sister talked about how much pleasure she found at the end of the whip, or the way her body responded to being bound and having her Master take her forcefully.
How could she not have known about this? The tears that she had fought for most of the day slid down her cheeks and blurred the words she was reading. If this is what her sister was involved with then it was pretty obvious that she could be dead now, she thought with overwhelming panic. Picking up the phone she called the police department, knowing that this information would have to get them moving faster on her sister's case.
It felt like it took forever for Detective Ingram to answer the phone, and when his voice sounded on the line she was more than a little perturbed. She quickly gave him the overview of information she had found and waited for his response.
"Ms. Miller, it's more apparent than ever that your sister is probably enjoying some time with her lover," Josh could understand the woman's agitation but it changed nothing in his opinion. "Just give her a few more days before you get overly concerned," he thought his request was more than reasonable.
"I found a business card in her jewelry box from Dylan St. Clair, can you not at least question him," her panic was growing more intense with every second he refused to acknowledge how dangerous this situation. What kind of detective was he, she thought to herself, didn't he understand what those kind of perverts were capable of?
"I think we need more information before we bother Mr. St. Clair," he was definitely not a man you wanted as an enemy, Josh thought to himself. "I would advise you to keep your thoughts to yourself about any involvement with him until we know more."
"I can't believe you aren't going to question him," Cayce was shocked beyond belief at the lack of concern from this man who was sworn to protect and serve. "If you don't question him I will," she stated angrily.
"Harassing someone of Mr. St. Clair's caliber could land you in a lawsuit Ms. Miller," he knew just how the elite worked in this town and thought to warn the emotional lady only.
"Well of course you wouldn't want to bother Mr. St. Clair, even if he has raped and killed my sister!" She was fuming mad now and ready to argue. "I mean what's one less stripper in the world, isn't that what you're thinking Detective?"
Shaking his head he knew that this was not the right way to handle the situation. The woman was obviously distraught and not thinking correctly. "Ms. Miller, just leave this case to us and please refrain from doing anything you might regret later." He tried to keep his voice calm, knowing that the last thing he wanted was to see a nice lady like herself get hurt over something like this.
"I'll tell you what, detective," her voice full of disdain, "you go worry about all those other good citizens, I'll find out what happened to my sister on my own?" Hanging up the phone forcibly she took a few deep breaths attempting to calm her anger. She couldn't recall ever talking to anyone that way before and a part of her felt really good for standing up for herself.
That good feeling lasted all of two seconds as the reality of her situation hit her full force. No one was going to help her find Cait. Allowing self-pity, she gave in to the tears until she felt completely drained. When the tears had dried she made a decision. If she had nothing else going for her, at least she had a brilliant mind. No matter what it took, she refused to rest until Cait was either safe back in her own room or she found her body.
Formulating a
plan that she knew would take every ounce of courage she had, she walked over to her laptop and pulled up a search site. Typing in whips, she found several sites that made her stomach clench in disgust. The pictures of women and men doing unmentionable acts of depravity gave her pause, if only for a few moments. After more searching, she found that there were clubs that catered to those kinds of people. Hours later she had digested more information than she ever wanted about bondage and discipline.
The business card came back to the forefront of her thoughts and she had a revelation. How would someone like Dylan St. Clair be associated with her sister? Unless he was into these same strange acts of sexual depravity, they would have no reason to be in the same social circles.
Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, she noted it was already ten at night. Picking up the card and walking over to the phone she dialed his number. Her hands began to shake as she waited for an answer. Was she really going to do this, she thought to herself nervously?
"St. Clair," picking up the phone on the third ring he was in a foul mood and hoped that whoever was calling had some good news. It had been one hell of a day at the office and he had his entire staff working into the night to make up for their incompetent errors. When no one spoke on the other end of line he got more agitated. "Open your mouth and speak, damn it!"
"Mr. St. C-clair," her voice trembled at the rage in the voice that answered and she almost dropped the phone.
"Yes, who is this?" Probably one of the staff from the office, he thought. Her voice wasn't familiar but he employed over 200 members of staff and that wasn't unusual.
"I'm Cait, C-cait M-miller," she stuttered, completely unnerved at the lie she was telling and not sure what he would say.
Smiling at the name, he enjoyed the catch in her voice, knowing exactly who she was. Remembering his place, he spoke firmly. "You were supposed to call me last week." Her sexy little body filled his memories and his smile deepened. He had been a little surprised to be asked to train the girl for one of his colleagues because it wasn't like the man to defer to anyone.
"S-something came u-up," she felt her heart race and her breath caught and she told herself it was just because she was about to unravel some clues about her sister's disappearance.
"I am not a man that likes to be kept waiting," he wasn't truly angry but if he was going to train this girl, she would need to learn that his time was not to be wasted.
"I'm very s-sorry about that," she spoke quietly, having no idea what she was supposed to say to this man.
"We'll discuss that tomorrow night when you arrive," he allowed just a trace of roughness to enter his voice. From the one meeting he had with the girl she would be an interesting challenge. He liked his women headstrong and confident it made their submission so much sweeter, and from his last meeting with Cait she definitely fit the bill. It didn't hurt that she was absolutely gorgeous, he thought to himself and then felt bad for thinking it.
"W-what time and where?" She asked the question before she allowed herself to change her mind. Her knees were shaking she was so nervous and her stomach was beginning to tense. She had no idea how she was going to pull this off, but everything inside of her screamed that if she was going to find Cait, he was her only hope.
"Seven o'clock tomorrow night and my home, do you have a pen?" He felt his mind race in anticipation to the session they would have tomorrow night and smiled deeply.
"I d-do," she lied easily. She had a photogenic memory and didn't need to write down the information. At times it was a curse with so much information stored in her brain, this wasn't one of those times though, she thought to herself.
"387 Princeton Circle," he considered changing the date to tonight, but fought against it, "don't be late!" He hung up the phone not giving her a chance to respond. If he was going to train her, then she would need to learn to follow his orders without question.
Cayce hung up the phone as the line went dead and felt her entire body tremble. How was she going to pull this off, she thought to herself? Thankfully it was Friday and she didn't have to work tomorrow because the rest of her night would be filled with studying information on the internet. She had less than twenty-four hours to turn herself into the perfect submissive. Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, she could only hope she had the mind to pull off this deception.
2 Deception
Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped in an oversized towel and walked into her sister's room. Her mind was full of all the information she'd studied last night and the images had left her terrified of what this man would expect of her tonight. Cait's closest was full of provocative clothing so at least she wouldn't have any trouble dressing the part. Pulling out a red leather mini-dress, she thought to herself this was probably exactly what a man like Dylan St. Clair expected her to wear.
Hanging the garment on the door knob, she sat down at her sister's vanity and dried out her long blonde hair until it fell in soft waves down her back. Normally she pulled the locks up into a bun or a ponytail, but tonight she knew it would need to hang free. Years of watching Cait put on her makeup helped her pull off her looks. As she stared back at herself in the mirror she could only shake her head. In her world, a nice coral colored lipstick and mascara did the trick but tonight she opted for bright red lips and smoky charcoal colored eye shadows.
Rummaging through her sister's jewelry box, she pulled out a pair of gold dangling earrings and removed the pearl studs she usually wore. She could only imagine what Cait would say if she could see her now, and the thought brought a sad smile to her face. It was strange how fate finally made her do the makeover her sister had pleaded with her to do for years.
She pulled out a pair of barely existent lacy black panties from her sister's chest of drawers and a matching corset. Never would she have bought something like this for herself, but she had to admit it felt sinfully wicked as she put them both on. Pulling out a pair of thigh-high silk hose, she attached them to the garter clips attached to the lacy corset. The leather dress was barely-there either and as she zipped it up and looked back in the mirror, she could only hope her breasts didn't pour out of the strapless top.
The dress was snug and there was no hiding any faults with your body, thankfully the one thing she had been blessed with was a nice figure. The garment had a built in shelf that lifted, and pushed up her full breasts, then it hugged her small waist and slightly rounded hips and only fell a few inches down her thighs. When she slid on the six inch black heels, she felt like a walking target for a rapist.
Before she could change her mind, she grabbed a small black purse and threw in her keys and wallet. Walking to her car she knew that if anyone saw her, they would just assume it was Cait. She didn't talk to the neighbors here so she doubted any of them even knew her sister was missing. Sliding into the seat she tugged on the dress as it rode up even further on her thighs. Comfort was obviously not the plan with this outfit, she thought to herself as she drove off.
She typed the address into her GPS while she was held up by a red light. Her hands were sweating as she allowed thoughts about what could happen tonight, and it filled her mind with terror. Cayce had no idea how far she'd have to take this scenario to get the information she needed, for all she knew the guy would demand more than she was willing to give. All she could hope was by that time she would at least have some leads.
She was prepared to let him beat her if that's what it took, but there was no way she was having sex with a stranger. It was pretty apparent that whatever these people did, they didn't leave permanent scars, she knew Cait couldn't have hidden that from her. Pain was not something she was looking forward too but if that's what it took to get Cait back she would make the sacrifice, she told herself even as her stomach clenched in fear.
Her mind continued to build up these horrible scenarios of what this man would do to her until she pulled up to the gate that led to his property. Her hand trembled as she pushed the button on the intercom and her foot almo
st slipped off the break as she heard his voice tell her to drive on through.
"Don't blow this Cayce," she told herself as she drove up to the mansion. There really was no other word for the place, she thought looking over the three story brick building that screamed money and power. She felt completely out of place as she stepped out of the car and walked up the small flight of stairs to the door. Reminding herself that this man beat women for pleasure at least made her feel worthy enough to be standing in front of a place this incredible. What kind of monster got his kicks out of hurting other people her mind wondered.
"Ms. Miller?" The servant opened the door and smiled warmly at the young beauty before him.
"Yes." She tried to return the smile but she was so nervous she felt like she was about to hyperventilate at any moment.
"Please follow me Miss," holding open the door he waited for her to walk inside before closing it.
The sound of the door closing behind her almost made her jump. She had to do this, she reminded herself as her mind screamed at her to run back out the way she came in. She forced her trembling legs to follow the elderly servant and glanced around at her surroundings so she would know how to find her way out if she needed to run. The interior of the home was lovely but she had no interest in that at the moment. Exit strategy that was all she could think about.
"He will be with you shortly Miss, please make yourself comfortable," the servant bowed and left her in a large room filled with books and a desk.
She was actually impressed with the thousands of books that lined the shelves and had it been a different situation she would have enjoyed seeing what he read. Cayce really had no idea what she was supposed to do with herself, so she sat down on the cushioned chair in front of the desk and took several deep breaths. Her hands clenched together nervously in her lap and every muscle in her body was tense.
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