Collared At The Scene

by Lisa Jayne Archer

  She enjoyed the feeling of losing control within a controlled environment. He had taught Melanie many things about her sexuality that she hadn’t known about herself. It awakened her primal desires and from then on she sought out partners who were well versed in the world of BDSM.

  This lifestyle also had its drawbacks. It wasn’t well received in mainstream society so it wasn’t something she could openly share with many of her girlfriends or really anyone. It became a kind of secret life for her which was both pleasant and isolating. For most, this was something to be ashamed of, but for her it was how she best expressed herself. However, she kept her lifestyle a secret from everyone she knew to avoid the judgment and ignorance of others. That included her job and her family for obvious reasons. She used to feel ashamed for wanting sex in this way. As if there was something wrong with her, until she met Jack who unleashed all of her inhibitions. She still kept her secret from the world because of her job but when she was living it, she lived it fully.

  She felt a personal need to protect the memory of this girl by omitting the details of her death and giving her parents only what they needed to know about the case. That their daughter was murdered and that they were doing everything they could to find the killer. Carly must have been experiencing similar feelings about this lifestyle as most people who dabble in it do, but unfortunately she trusted the wrong person.

  Chapter 5

  The crime scene tape was still draped across the front door. Otherwise the club looked no worse for wear on the outside. The inside may be another matter. The last they saw of it there were a team of people all over the place.

  “Can I take it off now?” Jack asked Melanie.

  “Yes. They have done a complete sweep of the place. You can have your club back.” She said.

  “Actually, maybe i’ll leave it, I am sure some members would make good use of it” Jack quipped.

  Melanie wasn’t in the mood for these insensitive remarks so she ignored him completely.

  Jack removed the blinding yellow tape and wadded it up in his hands before disposing of it in a trash can next to the front door. He pulled out his keys, searching for the right one to open the door. Once he found it, he inserted the key into the lock, turned it and pushed open the door. He walked in running his hand along the wall feeling for a light switch.

  “Wow, they really did leave this place a mess.” Melanie looked around at the overturned chairs and the fingerprint dust that was left on the walls around where the murder took place.

  “I know. I will have to pay for cleaners come in before I can reopen.” Jack complained.

  “Sorry about that babe, but someone did die here.” Melanie gave him a look that said he should keep it all in perspective. “Now, quiet. I need to look for anything we didn’t catch before.”

  “That’s fine. I just need to get something from the back.” Jack walked off into the darkness.

  She studied the wall. Where once the victim was tied up, it now showed four empty shackles. The same question kept repeating itself in her mind. Motive. What was his motive for killing this girl this way? There were a million ways to murder someone so why did the killer do it here? In front of a room full of people. She reminded herself that there were times when it was impossible to make logic out of an illogical situation. This could very well have been one of those times.

  She looked around on the floor near the wall to see if anything out of the ordinary popped out at her. There was nothing glaringly obvious and she surmised that if there were, the crime scene team had already bagged it. She turned around and glimpsed a man with a ski mask standing in front of her. She screamed as he forced her into a headlock.

  It was unexpected. The light Jack flipped on wasn’t bright enough to illuminate the entire room. He must have been hiding in the shadows when they walked in. But why?

  She picked up her foot then slammed it down hard on her attacker’s foot causing him to groan in agony. She followed up with a sharp elbow to the gut to knock the breath out of him before stepping out of his loosened grip and turning around. He met her face with his fist, punching her hard on the cheek before turning and running out the front door.

  Jack came in just as he was running out, stopped and knelt down beside her.

  “Oh my god, Melanie. Are you alright?” He asked.

  “I’m fine.”

  “Wait right here and call the police.” He said.

  Jack took off after the assailant.

  Melanie slowly stood up steadying herself. She was lightheaded and stunned. As she regained her reflexes, she pulled out her phone and called 9-1-1.

  “This is Detective Melanie Davis. Get a unit out to The Circus night club now. I’ve just been attacked.” She hung up the phone and ran outside, trying hard not to lose her balance. Her head still felt heavy and her vision was slightly blurred.

  She saw Jack running back toward her.

  “What happened?” She asked.

  “He was faster than me. I lost him.” He said.

  Chapter 6

  Melanie had wasted an hour at the emergency room and now she lay sprawled out on the couch at home, nursing her bruised jaw. Jack handed her a bag of frozen peas which she gratefully accepted and put on her face. Detective work wasn’t all glamorous. In fact, almost none of it was. Only on television and in the movies did they make it look exciting. Mostly it consisted of waiting and paperwork. Occasionally there might be an opportunity to physically chase down a suspect, but mostly that was left up to the beat cops.

  Still, Melanie found her job rewarding. It was the kind of work that in her eyes made a difference in the world. She could help bring justice to the families of their loved ones who were victims of homicide. Working in this department for so long could leave a cop jaded. Cynical even, but for her she enjoyed it. This latest example of the mysterious attacker getting one up on her pissed her off more than anything. She thought she had him when she elbowed him in the gut, but he had surprised her with his right cross. He hit her so hard that she was surprised she didn’t fall to the ground or lose any teeth. Thankful she didn’t, of course, but surprised nonetheless.

  “Thanks, babe.” She said.

  “I wish I could have caught that son of a bitch.” Jack said. “He wouldn’t have been able to run at all after the ass whipping I would have given him.”

  “Well he certainly wasn’t opposed to hitting women.”

  “Do you think he was the killer?” Jack asked.

  Melanie gave him a look.

  “What?” He looked at her confused why he was getting one of her condescending looks.

  “Is that really a valid question?” She said.

  “I don’t know. He could have been your plain old average robber.” Jack tried to justify his logic but was coming up short.

  “Of course it was him. I’d bet money he came back looking for something he lost. He didn’t expect anyone to come back this soon.” Melanie winced as she turned her head in an effort to find a more comfortable position.

  “So.” Jack said.

  “So? You can’t be serious.” Melanie shot back.

  “Hey, I’m not the detective here.” Jack looked at her. “I leave all that up to you.”

  “We need to find it before he does.” She grabbed her phone and started dialing.

  “Who are you calling?” Jack asked.

  “My partner.” Melanie let the phone ring until she heard Mike’s voice on the other end.

  “Hey Shaw. Get on over to The Circus and check it out. Get your team to go back over the entire building looking for evidence.”

  Melanie hung up the phone.

  “How’s your cheek?” Jack asked her.

  “It’s fine. Probably going to be black and blue tomorrow.” She said.

  “Interested in a little action tonight?” Jack bent over her and kissed her gently on the forehead.

  “Not really. Wouldn’t mind watching T.V. with you in bed though.”

  “You’ve got a d
ate.” Jack helped her up and led her to the bedroom.

  Melanie stopped midway, “No funny stuff tonight though.”

  “On my honor.” Jack said.

  She grinned at him and he continued helping her toward the bedroom.

  “Of course, I’m not sure that I have any honor.” He said.

  She laughed.

  “In fact, maybe you sit this one out and let me take care of you for a while.” Jack undressed her and laid her on the bed. He moved down to the end of the bed and spread her legs open. Her body tingled at the anticipation of his plan. She was so tired and could use a good orgasm to put her to sleep and since he was offering with no strings attached, she was happy to lay there and watch him please her.

  Chapter 7

  Melanie and Mike stood outside the door, watching Dr. Chris Bell lecture in his classroom. The class was full and the students seemed to be paying attention. They had heard that he was one of the better teachers here at Alton University and decided to come down to see for themselves.

  “What kind of information do you expect us to get from him?” Mike asked.

  “I’m not too sure. We had a witness say that Carly was last seen with him, so we need to find out the details and whether or not he has an alibi.”

  The students filed out of the room one by one walking past us. Melanie recalled when she was a young freshman in college. The students seemed younger to her. Maybe she was just getting older. She tried to appreciate the younger days but found it difficult. It’s not that that time in her life wasn’t fun, but she enjoyed being at the age she was with the amount of experience she had under her belt. It just felt like she had finally reached her goal of having a successful career and she felt confidence in her private life.

  “Dr. Belfort,” Mike approached the man and held out his hand.

  “Ah yes, Detective Shaw, isn’t it?” Dr. Belfort shook his hand.

  “Yes sir, thank you for seeing us on such short notice. This is my partner Detective Melanie Davis.”

  “A pleasure to meet you both.” He shook Melanie’s hand, released it and returned to his desk and packed his papers into his briefcase.

  He was a short man with short brown hair and an earring in his left ear. A strong jaw and confident aura made him feel like he was taking up a lot more space, the kind of man who fills the atmosphere of a room. Dressed in a pink Polo shirt and beige slacks he gave off the feeling of authority and trust.

  “Dr. Belfort, we understand that you were the last person seen with Carly Mather. Can you tell us when and where that was?” Melanie inquired.

  He stopped what he was doing and looked up thinking. “The last time I remember seeing her was here at the school. She stayed after class to get feedback on one of her tests. She wanted to know how she could improve.”

  “And how did that talk go?” Mike asked.

  “It was fine. I gave her a couple of study tips and told her to review a couple of the chapters and told her she could re-take the test.”

  “How well did you know Carly, Dr. Belfort?” Melanie asked studying his body language.

  “I knew her as well as I know any of my students. They come to class and then they leave. If you are asking if I knew her on a personal level the answer is no, I did not.” Dr. Belfort looked her in the eyes.

  “Was there anything out of the ordinary that you noticed about her?” Mike chimed in.

  “No. She was a regular college student as far as I could tell. However, one time I overheard her talking to one of her friends about her ‘crazy’ boyfriend, these kinds of things always stick with you. I don’t tend to get involved in student’s lives but as a prof we have a responsibility to keep an ear out. She described their relationship as being on again off again. Also, as I was walking to my car that night, I saw her leaving with a guy after our meeting. They were arguing. I assumed it was her boyfriend.”

  “Thank you for your time, Dr. Belfort. We may have some more questions for you later” Mike said.

  “Yes, thank you.” Melanie shook his hand.

  “No problem. Let me know if you need anything more from me.” Dr. Belfort walked them to the door.

  They left the classroom, walked down the hall to the front exit. Once outside on the front steps of the college, Mike asked, “So what do you think?”

  Melanie paused a moment to process their conversation. “Nothing seems out of the ordinary with him. This boyfriend of hers is our next stop.”

  “You got it.” Mike said.

  Chapter 8

  Melanie opened the door to her house and walked into a room filled with lit candles. Delight filled her as she knew Jack was behind this. It was their special night. A date they kept every week reserved for each other.

  At work Melanie was always expected to be in control and in charge. The fulfillment and relief from letting go of control with Jack, allowing herself to be vulnerable on a very basic level with the man she trusted bought such a feeling of fear and excitement. She loved letting Jack take care of her for a little while, instead of always being the one taking care of others.

  She shut the door and put her bags on the floor. She stood there in the hallway undressing herself. The clothes on her body dropped to the ground as she loosened and wiggled out of them. Standing there naked she waited for her master to call for her.

  Jack came out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a smile. He was engorged having prepared himself for her. He kneeled down in front of her sticking out his tongue and finding her wet spot. He began lapping at her gently, then more firmly until she could feel him searching for the one place that caused her knees to weaken.

  She steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders as he pried her thighs apart revealing more of herself to him. Her head thrust back in agonizing pleasure as her fingers ran through his hair pushing him closer to her. He increased his pace licking her hard and feeling her clit grow in response to his special kisses.

  He stood up and carefully pushed her down to her knees where she happily opened her mouth to receive his cock. He held himself at the base and guided himself into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shiny flesh and began a gentle sucking as she let his dick slide evenly in and out of her mouth. He groaned in delight watching her take all of him in. She placed her hands on his ass and shoved him farther into her mouth. She thrust hard until he could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

  He was close but he delayed his own satisfaction and retreated from the inside of her mouth. He motioned silently for her to get on her hands and knees as he positioned himself behind her. Melanie knew what was expected of her. She positioned herself over the bed, pushing her peachy ass into view, offering herself up to Jack to do whatever he pleased, legs slightly parted to give him just a hint of her wetness.

  “Look at you. All open and ready for me. My little slut.” Said Jack.

  “Are you wet Melanie?” He asked.

  He always used her full name when he was about to discipline her.

  “Yes Sir.” Whispered Melanie, falling into character.

  Jack rubbed his finger around the entrance to her pussy.

  “Why are you so wet already? I haven’t even touched you yet.”

  “Because….. because I’m your little slut and I loved having your whole cock in my mouth.” She whispered.

  “I didn’t hear you Melanie, you’ll need to repeat that.”

  Melanie knew full well that Jack had heard her but that wasn’t the point. She knew what she wanted and that Jack knew she wanted it too.

  I’m your little slut and I loved having your whole cock in my mouth.” She repeated, louder this time.

  “You are my little slut but you’ve got a dirty mouth. What should I do to punish you?”

  Oh Jack don’t tease me any more. You know I want to feel your hand connecting with my ass, the burning sensation, the heat of my skin and the warm wetness between my legs as the blood builds there, aching for some kind of release. I know you
want to hear the words come from my mouth though. The humiliation of admitting this is making it so much hotter for both of us.

  “Please Sir, please spank me for having a dirty mouth.”

  Just as the anticipation began to get too much and without warning, Melanie felt Jack’s hand connect with her cheek, sending vibrations rippling all the way up through her ass, finally settling between her legs. She gasped as another smack fell. Jack started lightly at first, getting steadily harder as he rained blows over both ass cheeks and down to the tops of her thighs.