Deep Undercover ... Closed for SandS13

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Deep Undercover ... Closed

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[SandS13]

A mistake but not hers.

Her breath was hot on the rough material of the bag they had put over her head. Dark brown hair, a mess now, fell over her eyes and obscured what little vision she had between the weave of the fabric. The sounds of the vehicle gave her no indication of where they were going.

Almost a year's worth of work in this cover gone. Well, not completely. She was sure her apartment was being searched but they wouldn't find anything concrete. She was too good to keep things that would tie her to her job. The problem wasn't the obvious. It would be the odd little things they might find that didn't fit her but also didn't fit together. A key for a storage unit. The out of state library card, among other tiny details.

Ivy was good. She was made for the job of deep undercover agent. Only very distant family. No romantic life except for what fit her covers. A good read of people and the best training. It was part of what made her present situation so infuriating. It hadn't been her that tripped up.

The other agent, under the guise of a date who tried to pass her something he wasn't supposed to. He hadn't completely blown her cover at first but it was enough to make the crew question. Then she had watched them beat it out of him and her hope of salvaging the situation fell.

Ivelisse Castilina, under the guise of Irene Lamberte had worked hard to get herself established in the group. She started in one of the outskirt gangs and proved herself invaluable, unflappable and deadly when it call for it. It help her rise in the ranks and got her access to the docks, to the bigger shipments and let her learn just how much was going on. It was far bigger than the DEA imagined.

Worse, her superiors would find the other agent, eventually but she was so deep undercover and essentially ran on silent that it would be months before they pieced together that her cover was blown. She had to find a way to get word out.

At least the evidence she had been guarding was safe. That they would never find.

The vehicle stopped and she felt the rush of air as the door was opened. She was pulled up from the seat and she realized she had been laying down. How hard had he hit her that she hadn't realized her world had been flipped on its side?

Fuck...fuck...think...come on... Her arm flexed instinctively under his grip.

"Let him know we are here." Ivy cocked her head. Who, she wondered. They had access to people who could extract information and those who would make her disappear. Hell, she herself had used them. One had to play in their world to be accepted.

Ivy tried to figure out where she was but she was reasonably sure she had never been here before. Only reasonably though. The bag and the punch she had taken were making her doubt herself.

The bag was yanked off and hazel eyes scanned the room and people around her. There were two large men, one was part of the crew she was running with. Duncan was the one that had hit her. He was also someone who she had worked with. The other man she knew by reputation. Hector Grange was one of the upper management types with the bosses ear. She had been working her way up to that level.

Her shoulders slumped and she gave them the outward appearance of a woman broken and scared. Internally, her mind was calculating her chances of escape.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

She fought the urge to fight as she was moved to another room. Without the bag over her face she could see everything. The room was secluded and full of items that could be used in a variety of ways.

Ivy huffed through her nose and strained against the hands that were trying to bind her down. She looked angry but that almost seemed to amuse Hector.

"I have nothing to say. I haven't done anything."

Her mind was in overdrive. Kane was coming here. Kane wanted to talk to her. That meant she was in serious trouble and yet, he was the main target. No one got close to Kane. Between his lawyers and all probable deniability, no charges ever stuck to this man.

Hector shook his head. "You sure? Hate to see a pretty girl go through this."

Ivy snarled at him.

"Have it your way."

He left the room, leaving her alone and bound. She immediately began to work out how to get free.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

Ivy saw him in the doorway. It was a very imposing figure that filled it. Her heart beat hard in her chest and she tried to calm her pulse. She couldn't show him she was scared. Ivy didn't recognize him. He wasn't the man she had used or that any of the men at her level had used for this sort of job. Was this really Kane?

She began trying to figure out the best course to take with him. She could deny, say she didn't work for any agency. She could lie and say it was all a mistake and she was being recruited but didn't accept. She could be honest but that might mean a quick death. Ivy needed to know what they knew about her, what they had found if anything.

Ivy saw the scalpel. She couldn't miss it as he made sure she could see it. He was getting close now. She shook her head. "I have nothing to say to you."

Her chest rose and fell but she managed to keep herself composed. In, out...slow it down

She was defiant despite the fact that she was trapped.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

ivy felt herself recoil as he drew closer. His words sent chills down her spine. A cold sweat broke out. She knew she could take pain. Hell they trained to resist torture but she had never tested her limits in a situation that was not controlled.

He was staring into her eyes and Ivy felt like he was somehow reaching into her soul. It was cold. Deadly, his gaze. Her jaw flexed. Pain was one thing. He threatened to cut her clothes off. Fine. Ivy wasn't bashful. There was no place for self consciousness in undercover work. It was the implication of what he might do once she was naked. Her mind flashed to images of him cutting parts of her away.

"I don't know who you think I am." Her mouth was dry. She didn't think he was one to care if she cried. In fact, she was betting that it would make him enjoy it more. "I have nothing to tell you."

She wanted to pull away. The binds at her hands and feet made that impossible. Ivy was actually grateful for the bindings and not the zip ties she had previously been bound with. These didn't cut into her skin. The bad part was the zip ties she could have gotten out of. This, she was completely trapped.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

When he called her by name, her name and not her cover name, Ivy's stomach dropped. When he said he needed to take action she held her breath.

Fuck. Fuck... She didn't know what to do. She watched him as he lowered and removed her shoes.

There was confusion in her eyes. He was looking at her once more. His breath was hot on her ear as he whispered to her. She closed her eyes as his mouth was on her earlobe. Ivy shivered. There was something cold and hard about him that truly frightened her.

"Meal?" His question completely threw her. "I-" She froze. What was he playing at? Ivy toyed with lying but there didn't seem to be a point.

"If I had to chose a last meal I would likely go with a big breakfast. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, ham, hashbrowns with onions, peppers and mushrooms. Good coffee, not Folgers but real good coffee. Black. Fresh orange juice. Toast and fruit." She tried to shrug. "I am not an overly fancy or complicated person."

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

His amusement caught her completely off guard. Ivy was too off balance to react. She stared at him as if he had changed faces. Gone was the steely cold and it was replaced with an almost warm smiled and chuckle.

And just like that it was gone. Kane was before her once more. Ice in his glare. She wasn't used to feeling so...helpless. Ivy knew no one was coming for her. It would truly be months before there was an inkling that her cover had been compromised. It was the risk an agent took when going deep undercover. Her job hadn't been a simple stakeout or a basic con to get a confession. She had become a part of the organization. She had handled illegal goods and had even contributed to their distribution. She had help interrogate and even beat information out of suspected traitors. Now she was trapped and her carefully constructed facade was broken.

The key was just how much did he know? Okay, her name...that was pretty important but it was just a name. It wasn't the first time she was thankful she had so little family. He couldn't use that against her.

"I would terrible at my job if I simply gave up information because you asked." Ivy glared back. "So you know my name. Fine, good job detective. That isn't impossible to figure out. I am not easily scared or intimidated." She shook her head. Dark, chestnut brown hair pulled against the wood. "Sorry, I can't answer that."

Ivy smirked, just a little. "And you didn't say please."

She noticed his eyes drop and her jaw clenched as she briefly recalled his threat. She rather liked her breasts and the pale, pink nipples and areola. Ivy bit the inside of her cheek. She didn't know enough about the man to know if flirting would go in her favour or not. She looked him over once more. It wasn't like flirting would be hard. He was a handsome man and his size, the large hands and solid frame was definitely her type of man.

Are you kidding right now?! He is threatening you and you are thinking about how good looking he is... She mentally rolled her eyes at herself. Get a grip and get your ass out of here.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

Ivy's eyes went wide. She was staring at him, her head forced to the side. The large hand in her hair was holding her very tightly. Pain radiated through her scalp. She felt the cold steel on her right side.

Her chin trembled uncontrollably. She was trying to fight the fear but was failing as the blade was pushed a little more into her skin.

"No. No I don't think hurting me, killing me will bother you in the least." Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. He mouth was so close to hers. Ivy couldn't believe that moments ago she thought him handsome.

She was having trouble breathing with her head at this angle and the scalpel on her skin. She was afraid to blink. Her whole body had joined in the trembling now.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

Ivy hated this silence, this bloated pause. If he was going to dig that blade in she wanted him to just get it over with. Instead he was looking at her, taking in the details of her face. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on calming her body down. She realized all the training in the world couldn’t override a body’s natural instinct.

Still, she didn’t want to look at him as he inspected his victim. He was close to her. She could feel his breath on her cheek. Could he see the faint freckles that dotted her nose? Did he see the remnants of the scar in her eyebrow? A fall on the ice while learning to skate in childhood. Did he see the tear that was pricking at the corner of her left eye as she strained to regain composure?

Ivy wasn’t used to feeling helpless. She was good at her job. There was martial arts training, hand to hand, firearms and knives. She had had torture training and how to get out of various bindings but it didn’t matter when you were tied down as she was with a blade at your neck and death, literally breathing down your neck. She considered herself strong and confident. She didn’t feel either of those things now.

The kiss surprised her. Maybe it was fear, instinct or a glimmer of hope at survival. Maybe it was one last human contact before he slit her throat. It didn’t matter why but Ivy kissssd him back. Her own tongue brushed the tip of his as he tasted her lip.

Then it was as if she was slapped. Why was she kissing him back? He was going to kill her. Anger told her to bite his lip. Fear told her not to move.

“If it wasn’t for the blade at might neck I would have bit you for doing that.” Her voice was slightly loud than a whisper and she was trying to sound more confident.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

Ivy wasn't sure what he meant. Then the blade was on her throat once again and moving. Ivy swallowed. Kane cut away her shirt. She swore internally. She had really liked that green shirt. It had taken her a long time to find one in that colour and style.

Her breasts strained against her black bra. She silently cursed wearing lace. Her pale skin could be seen through the black fabric. Pale, proud and firm globes pushed upwards as if wishing him to watch them. She was embarrassed at the flush that was spreading on across her chest and up her neck. He was staring at her.

Goosebumps formed on her skin. Under the material her nipples grew tight. If pushed Ivy would swear it was the air in the room and not desire that caused it. She would swear it had nothing to do with the way he was looking at her or that she was enjoying the fact that he liked looking.

Ivy shook her head a little. "I am rather attached to them. I would ask that if you want to you start somewhere else..." It was hard to talk but she managed to get the words out. She was speaking sincerely.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

Ivy prepared herself for pain. She retreated as she had been trained to do. Go elsewhere and you will last longer. She felt the blade move.

The movement of her breasts as they were freed from her bra jolted her mind to the present. Her lips parted as she let out a soft noise of surprise.

She no longer had anything to hide her breasts from his eyes. She looked up at the ceiling. She reminded herself that it didn’t matter. She had had worse done to her while undercover. Her mind drifted back to the strip club she had worked at while working on a money laundering ring. The feel of disgusting hands and mouths. She swallowed down her disgust. This was no different. He was a man ogling her breasts.

Admittedly it would be easier if she didn’t find him fucking attractive. His control and power were admirable. She understood why Kane’s operation ran so well. It actually made her a little proud of herself that she was able to infiltrate as much as she did.

Her mind was so focused on that thought that she reacted unconsciously as large hand grabbed her. He toyed with her nipple and in her surprised she moaned and her hips bucked a little.

She began shaking her head trying to tell him no, to stop but his mouth began its assault and she couldn’t say anything.

Ivy panted and then forced herself to stay completely still. She didn’t want him thinking he had any power over her or her body.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

Ivy bit her lip as his mouth clamped down on her nipple. He pulled away and the noise it made as it was freed from his lips was so oddly erotic that Ivy felt her abdomen tense.

Now is not the fucking time for getting turned on. She was trying hard to focus on the job. She needed to get out of this. She needed to be away from here and him.

At least her mind and logical side knew that. Her body on the other hand had other ideas and she arched just a little into his hand and it moved lower on her body. "Don't touch me." She choked out the words.

Right now she was wishing she had worn a belt and jeans, anything to make the actions he was taking harder, made him work for it. She was annoyed that her leggings would not only allow him easy access but would give her away. Ivy was angry that he was going to find her slit wet. She had already felt the spot that was forming on her thong. It was hard not to notice considering how her legs were bound open.

She stared into his eyes as his hand moved lower. She felt his fingers slip under the material. "I said don't touch me."

Kane seemed to care little for her proclamation. As his hand slid down lower, finding no hair on her pubic region, his other was roughly handling her breast. Ivy bit her lip and tried to cut off the moan that was escaping as he leaned his body, solid and firm into her. His mouth was on her neck. The moan caught in her throat making it sound sultry and sensual.

She tried to pull away but it was completely futile.

"Don't assume that is because of you. I just like being tied up." She was still trying to sound more confident but she was so overwhelmed by him and the situation that her words sounded more like a sensual tease and not a statement.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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[SandS13]

Ivy exhaled hard through her nose. He had noticed her body's reaction. She was pissed off at herself. How could she be so obvious? Part of her wished he would go back to threatening to hurt her. That she could manage better than this. Pain, beatings...that was physical and she was trained to turn herself off during them. The icy eyes and cold statements were easier to steel herself from.

This, her own god damn body was betraying her.

She bit her lip hard as Kane's mouth moved to her ear. She growled low in her throat. She didn't like how he was tossing it in her face. His fingers were brushing her pubic mound now. She tried to look up. Do not react. Do not react/ She barely registered his comment on her lack of hair. Ivy was just concentrating on not making a noise as his fingers found her clit.

A few touches, teasing but enough to make her feel like a spring ready to burst. She had always been sensitive. She could cum easily three times by just light touches to her clit and some toying with her nipples.

As if betraying her thoughts her nipples grew hard, the skin puckering. A flush spread across her skin. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure Kane could hear it. She could still feel where his mouth had trailed along her jawline. Now his mouth was so tantalizingly close to her.

She could feel the heat of his hand against the folds of her pussy. She desperately wanted to push herself against him. She was shaking as she tried to fight the urge. Ivy's mouth was dry. Her hazel eyes focused on his. She was trying to look stern but between the flush of her skin, the way her breasts rose and fell with deep, desperate breaths her heavy lidded eyes just made her look like a woman in the grips of desire.

Ivy leaned forward as if she were going to kiss him. "I told you it's the bondage."

She moved just a little too far with her ruse and her hips shifting just enough that she moved against his fingers. Her knees felt like they were going to buckle. It was good that she was tied up. She bit her lip again. She could taste blood.

How the hell was he able to have so much fucking control over her body? She was supposed to be better than this.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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