The Island of Anguilla
Preface
This is the third part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. After their stay at Pine Lake and their honeymoon in Maui they embark on a new life with their new friends. I recommend reading the first two sagas. Couples Camp and Honeymoon in Hawaii
A word of warning, most of my stories contain elements of: cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. Some contain elements of consensual non consent and extreme situations that some might find disturbing. Everything I describe is pure fantasy. I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 3
Brad spent the last few days working on identifying all the issues with the resorts profitability and spent his nights trying to please Mia. Each night Mia came to his room and tested him. Brad learned how to draw water for her bath at exactly the right temperature, how to kneel and present her towel for her as she got out of the tub, averting his eyes from her naked body. After all seeing her naked was a reward that would have to be earned.
Each night he would take the clothes she had worn and hand wash them in the sink before hanging them to air dry. He would clean her shoes, making sure there wasn't a speck of sand left on the souls, and each night she would reward his learning with a little touch and a kind word of praise. One night she even allowed him to watch as she masturbated and eventually came on the glass coffee table. Brad was egger and thankful when she instructed him to lick the table clean.
Everything Mia did pushed Brad deeper into submission to her. He felt needed and wanted and was more eager to please her every day. The worst part of the whole thing was he was more frustrated than ever. His cage prevented him from getting erect and yet the desire for release increased by the hour. There wasn't a minute of the day or night he wasn't thinking about getting out of his cage. It made it hard to focus on work, yet in a weird way, Mia helped him focus his energy on her rather than his helpless cock. When he was focused on pleasing her, he was happy and felt a sense of purpose, and yet she always had a way of reminding him right before she left, how much he was missing by not being free.
Brad answered the knock on his door one morning as he was getting ready for the day, and to his surprise it was Michelle.
"Brad, we need to talk." Michelle said with a slight hint of panic in her voice, as she pushed herself into his room.
"What is it?" Brad anxiously asked.
"It's Brooke. We don't know where she is."
"What?" Brad asked, alarmed at her revelation.
"We have been watching Brooke all week, but last night we lost track of her. She never came to the dance club and when Ron went to check on her this morning, all her things are gone and her room is empty."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Brad snapped, terror-stricken at the thought.
"I don't know where she went, and I'm worried she's in danger. Logan and Max are on their way as we speak, so it's under control. If anyone can find her it's those two." Michelle continued, trying to console him, but doing a terrible job.
Brad was in shock and plopped down on the couch, trying to make sense of the situation they had gotten themselves in.
"You need to play it cool and keep acting as if nothing is different. Remember you're here alone. Your wife is at home waiting for you supposedly right." Michelle reminded him.
Brad sat silently his thoughts now jolted back from his submissive fantasy with Mia to the reality of his life. His wife and the love of his life Brooke was missing. The last time he saw her she was bouncing up and down on another man, but he knew she was still his wife, and they would once again be together. The sexually charged games they had been playing were fun, but now the reality of the dangerous jobs they had accepted was sinking in. Was the excitement worth the danger? It didn't seem like it no.
"Are you ok?" Michelle gently probed.
"I don't know." Brad said, gasping for air.
Brad was pale and obviously worried as he tried to process the situation, only to be startled by another knock on the door. Before he could get up and answer it, Michelle opened the door and let Ron in.
"Hey man, you ok?" He asked as he patted Brad on the back with one hand.
Brad was trying to get an image in his mind of where Brooke could be. Had she taken off with the man Brad had seen her with? Was she just off partying somewhere else on the island, and took off for a few days? Was she in danger, or just off having a good time and perfectly fine?
"Someone disabled the camera we had in her room and cleaned the place out. I don't know what happened to her after she left Cyrus last night."
"Cyrus?" Brad asked.
"Yeah, Cyrus is the guy she has been hanging out with all week. He's well known around here for being a playboy. Always hanging out at the club and wining and dining the good looking women who catch his eye. He's from a rich Arabian oil family, he spends his time bouncing around all over the world, but he seems to like it best here on Anguilla."
"Well where is he?" Brad snapped, imagining her running off with him.
"He's still here at the resort. I saw him this morning having breakfast with one of the bartenders."
Michelle and Ron spent the next half hour calming Brad down and convincing him to wait it out. Logan and Max would be there shortly and start poking around for clues. In the meantime Brad was to continue his normal routine and keep calm. As much as he wanted to run out and look for Brooke, he didn't even have the first idea where to look. He kept telling himself she was fine and just off relaxing in the sun, taking a break from the undercover sexual games she had been playing.
After they got Brad calmed down, Ron and Michelle left him to finish getting dressed and go about his regular duties for the day.
Brad decided to get some breakfast and think about his own issues rather than rush into the office and get started on the business of the resort right away. He was sitting there alone eating his breakfast and thinking of Brooke. He couldn't decide if he was scared for her or happy for her, but he knew for sure he was not happy for himself. He was feeling lost and alone, thinking back to when the two of them lay in bed together back in their one bedroom apartment. It seemed like a previous life, before the lake, before Maui, and before they arrived on Anguilla.
"Hey there,"
"Oh hi mist, Mia." Brad caught himself.
He had gotten used to calling her Mistress in private, but in public like this he was to call her by her first name, Mia.
"What's wrong? You seem troubled." She inquired.
"Um, Yeah, my wife, um she... she wasn't home this morning when I called her. I'm just a little concerned something is wrong. I haven't talked to her in a few days." Brad stammered trying to cover his tracks.
"Oh I'm sure she's fine. She's probably just off having fun with some friends or something." Mia cheerfully assured him.
"I just hope she doesn't lose her key." Mia whispered, as she leaned in and gave Brad a quick pat under the table on his cage.
Mia snapped Brad's thoughts directly into the confines of his cage alongside his masculinity. The heat of her breath on his ear and the soft sound of her voice quickly stirred the emotions in his groin. The pat only added to the excitement, and distracted him from his worries.
"I took the day off, so why don't you take the day too, and come to the beach with me?" Mia suggested.
Brad thought about it for a minute and figured, why not? There was no way he was going to get anything done in the office today. He was way too distracted and after all, maybe he would see Brooke on the beach. Most likely she had just taken some time for herself and just wanted to take a break from the resort. It seemed logical to him so he said...
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."
Brad didn't even finish his breakfast. Instead he got up and went to his room like Mia instructed getting dressed for the beach instead of the office.
At first Brad was looking all around, trying to see if he could spot Brooke. Every time he saw another woman in the distance he thought it might be her until she got close enough for him to tell it was another false alarm. Mia didn't seem to notice his attention was split between her and the constant sightings, but Brad felt guilty not giving her his full attention.
He finally let go of his thoughts and focused on Mia as she had him rub suntan lotion into her dark skin. He did his best to remember the instructions in her manual for how to apply lotion. He knew not to over saturate her skin, yet to make sure to rub in a good amount of moisturizer to keep her skin safe. The pressure he applied was just to her liking, he knew from the many massages he had given her, and her constant pointers on how to do it. Nothing was left to chance with Mia. She knew exactly how she wanted to be touched and Brad had learned very well all her little preferences.
Brad worked his way down from her shoulders and back to her firm bottom making sure to get every inch perfectly covered. He gently slipped his hand under the straps from her bikini assuring there was no spot left uncovered. After making sure she was settled in and comfortable he applied lotion to himself and lay down on a blanket beside her.
It was late afternoon when Mia told Brad to go back to his room and get ready for the evening. She wanted to take him out somewhere special tonight, and wanted him in his best form.
Brad took a shower, getting all the sand off his skin and the sweat and lotion mixture out of his pours. He knew Mia liked a clean smooth shave, so he shaved again making sure there was no stubble on his face. Brad could hear Mia's words in his mind as he got ready. He remembered everything in her instruction book and made sure he didn't forget anything. He made sure his private area was well groomed, his teeth where well brushed and his breath was minty fresh. The soap he used was the soap she had told him to get from the gift shop, so he smelled of coconuts just as she had instructed.
Mia came to his room just like she said she would. It was weird, Brad was a little nervous about the evening with Mia for some reason. It wasn't as if this was his first date with her, but this was different. Mia was treating it different. It was the first time they were going out together as a couple and he wasn't meeting her in a clandestine way. Even though he had spent the day out in public with her there was still a part of him that was worried someone might see them together and Brooke would find out he was "cheating" on her.
The fear of being found out by Brooke brought his mind back to her only temporarily. The sight of Mia in her outfit for the night jolted him back to reality. She was wearing tall leather boots and a tight leather mini skirt, her top was nothing more than a bra with lacey trim.
"Are you ready?" She asked, as she walked in.
