Chloe wanted to stop at one or two of the logistics companies on Andrews Avenue before checking in at BSO and then leaving to meet Anne Marie at noon at the club. Kaylin and Del still thought following up on the shipping containers was a good use of their time and effort, but so far it had produced no results. They were starting to get desperate. Time was running out for the girls. How long would they be kept in Fort Lauderdale before being shipped to their final destinations if they had not already been moved along?
When Chloe rolled up to the entrance of the Lauderdale Yacht Club she was tempted to flash her badge and tell the parking attendant to leave her white, four-year-old GMC Acadia SUV at the curb. The picture brought a grin to her face. That would definitely not do. The parking attendant helped her out of the car and took her keys. She walked into the foyer of the club. Anne Marie had already been seated in the dining room at a table by the windows overlooking the water. She was dressed in a pastel pink linen suit with matching shoes and bag. Chloe had to admit she made a very prosperous and socially elite picture. She could have stepped out of the pages of Gold Coast magazine.
When Chloe was shown to the table, Anne Marie rose and air-kissed her cheek. Ughh. She was going to have to get used to this type of social behavior. When she met her friends for lunch they hugged tight and actually kissed each other’s cheeks. Well, different strokes…
“Hello, dear. How are you? It certainly is warm today,” she said in her sweet-as-honey Southern drawl.
Oh boy. I was right. What would they talk about? “I’m very well, Anne Marie. And yourself?”
“I’m fine also. Just out for a little shopping this afternoon.”
“How nice. You are right about it being warm, but it is a beautiful day. I very much enjoyed the cruise up the Intracoastal on Friday night. Thank you for having me.”
“Oh, you’re most welcome. We are very fond of John. Although he’s a junior partner, Dan thinks he has a very bright future with the firm. He handles the high-dollar clients with aplomb, and several of the firm’s bigger developers want him specifically to work on their projects.”
“That’s nice to hear. I know he enjoys his work tremendously.” This is going to be torture. They ordered lunch. Anne Marie already had a glass of white wine, and she ordered a salad of field greens with shrimp. Chloe decided to follow her lead and do the same. Ha! That was not the usual cop lunch—burgers and fries, yes, salad, not so much.
After a little more painful small talk, Anne Marie said, “So, tell me about this investigation you are working on. It sounds fascinating and very exciting.”
Now Chloe was surprised. She would not have thought that Anne Marie would be interested in the investigation. Human trafficking of homeless runaways was so far outside of her anticipated field of interest that it wasn’t funny. Obviously, Chloe had to be careful of what she told the woman. Nothing about the investigation had been released to the press, and they were determined to keep a tight lid on all information. “There really isn’t anything to tell, Anne Marie. It’s all very speculative. We aren’t even sure if there is anything to investigate. Some girls have apparently not been seen recently, but we think they have just gone home.” She certainly was not going to mention the dead girl in the shipping container or the five others still suspected to be missing.
“Oh, really? I thought that sounded so interesting.”
“My work is not as interesting as people think. It’s a lot of footwork and investigative drudgery.”
“Oh, but it sounds so glamorous.”
“It is far from glamorous I’m afraid. I do most of my work on the computer these days.”
“Well, I’d love to hear the details. I’m sure it’s more interesting than that.”
“I’m afraid not. I spend most of my time running computer background checks.”
Anne Marie frowned for a moment. What had just flashed through her mind? Oh, well. Thank goodness this exercise in culinary torture was almost over. “I do need to get back to work, however. My sergeant keeps a close eye on personal time.” That was so not true. Sergeant Snyder trusted his people to make the best use of all time and resources and to be constantly pushing investigations forward even if it looked like they were having a beer with an informant. That was the nature of Strategic Investigations. All was not as it appeared to be. Anne Marie signed the check, and they walked out to the portico to wait for their cars to be brought up.
“Well, Chloe, this was lovely. We’ll have to do it again. I’m sure there will be another firm function soon. Dan likes to socialize with his people to build morale. I hope you’ll be joining us on the annual firm retreat in November at Anna Maria Island. We always have a splendid time. My Dan is so romantic. We honeymooned there.”
“Yes, that sounds wonderful. Thank you for lunch. It was lovely.” Chloe watched as a gleaming, black, four-door Mercedes with lease license plates starting with “XEL” was brought up and stopped in front of them. The attendant helped the lovely Mrs. McGrath into her car, and she pulled out of the drive after a little finger wave to Chloe.
Chloe snapped a picture with the cell phone she had in her hand and made sure to catch one of the license plate as Anne Marie drove away. No. That simply could not be. This was just an enormous coincidence. If it wasn’t a coincidence, enormous wouldn’t describe the size of this nightmare. She had to remind herself—there really is no such thing as coincidence. Anne Marie had been way too interested in something she should not have been interested in at all. Chloe texted Kaylin and attached the pictures to the text. Check this plate out. May be nothing, but have a queasy feeling. J.J.’s snr ptners wife, Anne Marie McGrath.
* * * *
The Black Iris Club in the penthouse of the JDB Building, downtown Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Wednesday night, September 10, 2014, 9:00 p.m.
That evening Chloe and J.J. planned to visit The Black Iris Club. She had been right. It hadn’t taken J.J. too long to bring up a trip to the BDSM club. She had not been to a club or participated in BDSM activities since they’d broken up. Naturally, she was a little nervous about jumping back in. She couldn’t say that their BDSM practices had not drifted through her mind on the odd sleepless night over the last nine months.
She was ready when he stopped in front of her house to pick her up, and she bounded out and hopped into his car before he could come to the door. She was wearing one of her sub-wear dresses and mile-high heels. Thank goodness she was now familiar with The Black Iris Club. She had signed the confidentiality documents on the night of the fundraiser and knew Jack Brown and Kaylin would probably be there at some time during the evening. She didn’t know if that made her feel better or worse.
* * * *
When John ushered Chloe through the ornate double doors of The Black Iris Club, he was a little nervous himself. He knew he’d said Chloe being a vice cop didn’t bother him anymore, and it didn’t on a personal level. But to be honest, it still gave him a crawly feeling in his belly to bring her into the club. He hoped he wasn’t making a mistake. Jack had invited her into the facility for the Sistrunk Outreach Shelter fundraiser, and she had seen everything. So Jack must be comfortable with her being here. That would have to be enough for him.
They walked up to reception, and he greeted the dungeon monitor at the desk. “Hey, Max. How’s it going? I called in a reservation for the French Room this morning.”
“Yes, sir. I have it here. It’s ready for you. Iced champagne and hors d’oeuvres have been delivered. Good evening, Ms. Carlton. Nice to see you again.”
“Hi, Max. I wanted to thank you for all your help during the fundraiser. It was a huge success.” She smiled that warm smile that he loved and was finally seeing come his way once more. There for a while he had wondered if he would ever see one with his name on it again.
“You’re more than welcome. I heard the final count was very good. I’m sure Ms. Lane will put the money to good use. Enjoy your evening.”
John put his hand to the small of her
back and guided her into the dungeon. “We’re going to use the French Room. I thought you would be more comfortable with some privacy for this first visit.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Master. Thank you.” He smiled at how easily she slipped back into the sub protocol. He hadn’t even had to remind her.
“Very good, sub. You please your Master.”
John laughed when they walked through the door of the ornate French Room, and Chloe’s eyes got as wide as saucers. Well, obviously she hadn’t seen everything. This certainly beat the hell out of that dive in Pompano. The French Room was beautiful and well equipped with the standard BDSM equipment. Each of the walls had an ornate, gilt-framed mirror to highlight the scene, as well as exquisite Louis Quinze furniture and luxurious linens. The effect was elegant and sensuous. “Put your clothes and shoes in the cabinet and assume the position.” She looked uneasy for a moment but obeyed his command. When she was done, he quickly stripped and put his clothes in the cabinet against the wall where toys and equipment were stored. One of the monitors had stowed his toy bag as well. This was a small, private club, and the excellent service was very discreet and personal.
He took out a set of wrist and ankle cuffs, a crop, a flogger, and a few other miscellaneous items, and laid them on top of the credenza near the door for effect and maybe for use later. He turned to find her in the slave position on the floor watching him. Chloe’s eyes were getting bigger by the second. “Relax, sub, and trust your Master. Put on the cuffs and rise.” He waited while she obeyed. He enjoyed watching her rise from her position on the floor. All that intense martial arts training she did for her work paid off in other arenas. She was graceful and strong.
John ran his fingers through her silky hair and turned her face up to his. He crushed his mouth to hers in a hot and wild kiss. He painted a design with his tongue down her neck to her breasts where he found the tight raspberry nipples he loved to play with. Chloe groaned in appreciation as he began to suck one nipple and pinch the other. Nipple clamps were definitely in his sub’s future, maybe even tonight. He changed sides and continued the torture. He could tell that her knees were beginning to weaken. So were his. He didn’t think he had the patience for a long session of foreplay tonight. He had been looking forward to getting Chloe to The Black Iris since they had reconnected.
John led her to the luxurious, soft, leather-covered, French-style chaise lounge. He laid down and then pulled her down on top of him. He turned her until she was facing away from him with her bent legs bracketing his thighs, and he was looking at her long, elegant back and opulent butt. He loved her butt. He helped her rise up and then angled her down onto his rock-hard and aching cock. He watched in fascination as his cock disappeared from sight into her pussy. He felt the tight, wet fist of her pussy envelop him, and he almost lost it. It was mind-blowing. He had missed this. He enjoyed all of the sex they had, but the dungeon sex was the best.
His hands cupped her ass as he guided her into a rocking rhythm. Her hot, tight pussy gloved him, and the muscles of her round butt worked his cock, squeezing him until he thought he would lose his mind. He slipped one hand around and rotated his fingers on her little pleasure button. When she became distracted by that and started to slow, he reached up and gave her bottom a sharp smack. “Keep moving, sub. Pleasure your Master.”
She gasped at the sharp sting, picked up the rhythm again, and began pounding hard and fast until the sensation of the potent and overwhelmingly powerful need burst through his body like a tornado. He came with a rush, and then he watched in fascination as the same tornado blew through her, and she collapsed over his thighs in a breathless heap. He reached up and gave her butt another sharp slap, and a second orgasm ripped through her body.
When they both started to come down, he pulled her around and into his arms. He cuddled her on his chest as he drew a light cotton blanket over both of their sweat-dampened bodies, and they rested for round two. God, she was just incredible. He never got tired of being with her, loving her, fucking her, slapping that gorgeous round bottom, or kissing those plump, rose-colored lips. Sometimes during his workday he found himself totally zoned out while he remembered what they had done the night before, and had to forcefully pull himself back to the present.
After a short nap he picked her up and walked to the bed. He sat her on the edge while he went back to the credenza for a few supplies. He looked them over and then picked up nipple clamps and a clit clip. He didn’t remember ever using these on Chloe before, so they should be a surprise for her. “Stand up, sub. I want to play with these gorgeous tits of yours.” She had seen the nipple clamps, and she looked at bit apprehensive.
“Master?”
“Are you safe wording, sub?”
“No, Master.” But she still looked scared. He bent down and took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth. She groaned as he firmly bit down and then pulled on the nub. It hardened further in this mouth, and then he gave his attention to the other one. When both nipples had reddened and were standing at attention he fastened the gold nipple clamps to her breasts, adjusted the pressure, and then fastened the thin chain between them. He attached a small, teardrop-shaped weight to the chain.
“Turn around and bend over the bed.” When she hesitated, he smacked her butt. “Now, sub.” She obeyed, but she didn’t look happy.
He smiled deviously. How would she react to this? He reached down and played with her clit until she was moaning and trying to rub against his hand. He smacked her ass again. “Be still, sub.” He went back to tormenting her until her clit came out of its protective sheath. He captured it and quickly attached the clit clamp.
* * * *
Chloe yelped and J.J. again slapped her bottom. The sharp sting abated and spikes of—pleasure?—began to zing from her clamped nipples to her clipped clit. She wouldn’t have thought the intense feelings that were very close to pain could morph into desperate pleasure so quickly. Then she felt something hard and cold against her pussy and heard the ominous buzz of a vibrator on the low setting. Oh, no. She didn’t know if she could take a vibrator in addition to the clamps and clit clip. J.J. was devious, and she knew she was in for a wild ride now.
“No coming until I give my permission, sub. If you do, you’ll be earning a punishment. I know you enjoy a good spanking, but I don’t think you’ll enjoy this punishment.” She knew he was just trying to amp up her anxiety. She always had her safe word though she would hate to use it.
“Yes, Master.” He flipped the vibrator to the next setting and pressed it to her abused clit. Oh, God. She felt her knees beginning to weaken.
“Hold your position, sub, and arch that back. I want to see those pretty pink pussy lips quivering and see my clit clip.” He reached through her legs and tugged on the weight hanging between her breasts. When she tried to close her legs on his hand he pulled it free and slapped her upraised butt several times in quick succession. The slaps seemed to push her over the edge, and she came with a loud gasp and a small scream. The wicked orgasm shimmered through her muscles and she felt her pussy gush. When the last spasm had pulsed through her pussy she groaned and collapsed face down on the bed.
“Up, sub. You came without permission, and now I have to punish you.”
“Please, Master, I couldn’t help it.”
He removed the clamps and clip and quickly soothed the ache in her nipples and clit with his hot mouth and talented fingers. He helped her up. He pulled her over to the hanging chains and fastened her cuffs above her head.
* * * *
John walked back to the credenza and picked up a soft suede flogger. “Keep your legs spread, or I’ll get the spreader bar.” He brushed the soft falls over her breasts and pussy, and then he walked behind her and did the same to her back and butt. The feeling would be deceptively comforting as he prepared her for her punishment.
He brought the flogger down across her butt in a stinging strike. The second strike on her upper back was softer. He wanted to keep her o
ff balance, not knowing what to expect next. He continued to work the flogger over her body in a random fashion, occasionally allowing an errant fall to strike between her legs. He knew the instrument was scary looking and could deliver a good sting. The rhythmic swing and swish of the flogger and the pummeling of the muscles in her back and butt felt like a strong but stinging massage and could be mesmerizing. Her back and butt were nicely reddened, and he could tell that she had almost drifted into sub space. He didn’t want that. He still had plans for her, and he wanted her aware enough to enjoy them.
He dropped the flogger to the floor and picked her up. Her arms were still raised above her head. Her legs automatically grasped him around the waist as he seated his steel-hard and aching cock in her slick pussy. Subs thought only they had a hard time holding out. He began to pound into her until he felt the quickening of her pulse. She was getting close and so was he. He slowed his strokes. He wanted to make this last. He growled in a low voice. “Hold on, sub. Not yet.”
She just moaned and met his strokes with her own. He could tell that she was spiraling toward another orgasm, and he let her go and followed her over the edge. It was all he could do to remain standing as the waves of excruciating pleasure crashed through them both. When he could move again he unclipped her cuffs and walked them both toward the bed where he fell back with her on top. He rolled her over and covered them both. He pulled her into his chest and tried to regain his breath and equilibrium. He was undone. Nothing was a good as this.
After another short nap, John stood up and took her into the shower where she wrapped her long legs around his waist again, and he pleasured her once more under the pounding water. He dried them both with the thick, white towels he plucked from the warming bar, and brought her back out into the room. She was still slightly bemused and allowed him to tug her along.
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