The catalog was slipped out of my hand and there was a gentle hand on my chin. Laicy pulled my gaze up to hers. “None of it. Not today. The only things we’re going to need are on the nightstand. Another time we’ll play hard, but right now? This all about softness and learning about each other.”
Her lips caught mine again and the kiss was scorching. Stepping back, she circled me like a bird of prey, but stopped behind me.
I felt her hands slide around my sides, and her words tickled my ear as she found the hem of my shirt. “Let’s play in the shower.”
Without a word from me, she lifted the shirt up and over my head, tossing it on the floor. Her fingertips brushed down my sides and back up, and each hand found itself cupping one of my breasts. She nibbled on my neck.
“Mmm. Lovely. So very lovely…” The breath that brought those words to me was soft and warm. “Go into the shower. Be naked and wet by the time I’m in there.”
I turned my head and caught her lips in a kiss. “I’m already wet.”
“Naughty girl. Go.” She popped me on the bottom and nudged me to the bathroom.
I unfastened my bra as I went, slipping it down off my shoulders and tossing back at her. “Don’t be long.”
As soon as I couldn’t see her through the door, I rushed out of my clothes and ran to the massive shower stall there. The water was a rainfall, and there were more shower heads that could be turned on and off on the walls on either side. There was a bench and lots of hand holds.
Beyond ADA compliant. I giggled and stepped under the warm-nearly-hot water, soaking myself from head to toe, grabbing some soap to wash with. I lathered myself up—this particular soap seemed very bubbly, as if it were made just for this.
Laicy would be with me in a few minutes—but that didn’t stop me from running my hands over my breasts, enjoying the slippery feeling, and pinched my nipples in anticipation. My hands felt good, and I ran them down my body, over my breasts, over my ass, dipping into my pussy and down my legs.
I wanted to play with myself, but that wouldn’t be fair to her. Still, I couldn’t help circling my own clit a few times before deciding it was time to rinse off.
“Oh, no, Vanity. No.”
I gasped and turned around to find Laicy, naked, on a shower bench watching me. She lifted one leg and showed me her whole clean-shaven sex. Her finger lazily circled her own clit and dipped into her tunnel every few turns.
Her grin held filthy promises. “Keep going. I want to see you come on your own hand. Give me ideas what you like, baby doll. How I can make you scream my name.”
Stepping my feet apart, I rinsed off the last of the soap. I left one hand on my breast, and the other trailed down to find my cleft. Watching Laicy play with herself while my hand was in my own pussy was a turn on by itself. But knowing she wanted to watch me do this added more heat to my body.
After pinching my nipple, I leaned back against the wall. I brought that hand down to hold myself open and slid two fingers deep inside. I grinned and dusted my fingers over my clit. I stuttered before I forced my thought out of my mouth.
“You don’t just want to watch, do you, Mistress? You want to push your fingers inside me. You’ve been dreaming of my pussy while finger fucking yourself every night. I know you want to taste me, to find out if I am as wonderful on your tongue as you’ve imagined.”
Laicy moaned and bit her lip, her fingers picking up their pace, drawing in and out of her.
“You want to know how pillow soft my tits are, if those hard buds are responsive to your lips. You want to know if I like my nipple rings tugged on, or if you can get clips on them to torture me a bit. You’re thinking about a y-chain, just a little shorter than comfortable to fasten on my breasts and clit.”
Her eyes were wild. It was easy to tell she wanted to launch herself at me, but instead, she drove her fingers harder.
I’d get her over to me in a minute.
“You’ve thought about making me wear ben wa balls all day and plugging my ass with a cold, steel plug at the same time.” I slipped down the tiles a bit, jack knifing myself against the wall, legs wide so she could see all of me. “You want to play with my hood piercing and find out what that cool ball feels like between your teeth. You want to know what my limits are.” I added a third finger to my own finger fucking.
Laicy was off the bench and between my legs in the next heartbeat, licking and pulling my hand away. She sucked my clit into her mouth and bit—I screamed in pain pleasure and she pushed her three fingers into me, curling them right where they needed to be.
My legs went out from under me, dragging us both down to the floor. I was screaming her name and clawing at the wall, trying to get my sense of balance from the climax.
Her hand was still working between her own legs, and I pushed her backward onto her ass. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and pushed her hands out of my way.
Her bright pink bundle of nerves was right there, and even in the shower, it was hot. Sucking it into my mouth, I teased her with my teeth and tongue. Her most intimate flavors exploded there, and I drank them in. I drove three fingers into her and pulled my mouth away a moment later, replacing it with my thumb.
Laicy was on her back, panting, pawing at her breasts, watching me with desperation. Her legs were trembling around me, and there was shock in her features.
“Do you want to know what one of my favorite light spanking moves is? The one that will get me to come faster than just about any other? The one that I beg for…”
“What?” she breathed.
I drew my hand back, moved my thumb, and slapped her whole vulva at once, hard.
“Oh, fuck!”
I slapped again, hard. “I will do anything you say if you slap me like this until I come.” Another slap. “I am yours to command if you promise you will do this.”
One more hard slap, and Laicy screamed her climax at the top of her lungs.
Simon
I rubbed my temple and looked at the blood all over the room.
Another Northside Sadist attack, this time in another private dungeon just inside the Pittsburgh city limit.
“Lieutenant?”
Glancing up, I saw Doctor Peter Billings walk into the room. His gaze first landed on me, then a moment later moved carefully across the mess that was this room. “Well, this is just…”
“Gross and disgusting,” I supplied.
“Beyond the pale.” He nodded. “The victim?”
“UPitt. With Doctor McInnis.”
“I’m glad it’s not Doctor Wainwright.”
The coroner. I shrugged. “With the increasing brutality of these attacks, I’m afraid that may not be far off at all.”
“What do you have on the attacker?”
“Virtually nothing. He’s gone long before anyone finds the victim. It seems he knows the routine of the houses that he visits, though, because they are always found in time to be saved by medical science.”
He looked around the room and saw what I had seen five times now: droplets of blood everywhere, every surface, every piece of clothing, cloth, furniture. Nothing was spared. It was all evenly distributed as well, which meant this attacker moved around as he worked.
“What wounds on the vic?”
I pulled out the notebook I had. “This time, legs. Whipped clean down to the bone, on the back of the thighs. Lateral from the gluteus to the back of the knees. No major arteries or veins broken. Ligature marks this time, and some petechial hemorrhaging. Definitely choked beyond acceptable BDSM limits. Found unconscious, but we’re not sure if it’s from the pain, the choking, or the loss of blood.”
Peter nodded and walked around. “Weapon?”
“Hanging on the wall where it belongs,” I answered and pointed. “Right there.”
“Those blood streaks are the only place where we don’t have droplets,” he mumbled. “Fingerprints?”
“Already dusted. None, but traces of cornstarch for latex gloves.”
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nbsp; “In all the scenes?”
“Yes, all of them.”
Peter nodded in that oddly thoughtful way he had. I watched him, and he watched the room with the practiced eye of a forensic psychologist. Even though he wasn’t one, he had the aptitude for it, and that was why I had asked him to come and take a look.
“It’s probably safe to surmise that not only was the attacker wearing gloves, there’s a good chance that once he had—”
“Shawna Bivens.”
“Shawna tied down, he also donned a paper hospital gown and booties. Probably a surgical face shield as well.”
I groaned, “Which he could strip and burn in a fire place and we’d never have a chance of finding anything. It would also contain all trace DNA evidence that we would normally look for.”
“In a place like this, yes. If you’re also looking in Sadique, you might have some luck there.” He cocked his head.
“Not even close. The place had DNA everywhere. There was no way we were going to be able to find anything at all. Either time.”
Peter looked over at me sharply. “Either time?”
“Yes, there was another attack at Sadique. The second time the woman was blindfolded, and attacker pulled the shades.”
“What shades?”
“The ones they had installed after the mess of the first attack. It’s a good way to close and clean the room, but now this guy used them to hide his crime.” I sighed. “Doctor Billings, there are no patterns. No length of time between, no particular place that intrigues him, no body type that he prefers. Only that he goes after the women who like sadism.”
He shook his head. “Well, how about this. The first attack was at Sadique, correct?”
“That we know of, yes.”
“Where the next?”
“Two private dungeons, the Vault, and a club in Washington Township.”
“Then another at Sadique?”
“Yes.”
“And the next?”
“Private dungeon.” I looked around. “And we’re in another private dungeon. Which means if this is a pattern, the next will be at a club, and then back to Sadique.”
“Right. The problem is that we don’t know the interval.”
Peter wasn’t happy about that, and neither was I. But he’d seen something we hadn’t seen yet, so that was something. “If we know the next is going to be a club, we just have to get the word through the grape vine for everyone to watch their asses and make sure they’re taking precautions. We’ll warn Sadique as well to be on the safe side.”
“Good idea. I’ll head up to the hospital and—”
The door swished open and someone entered. A big huge alpha personality that filled the room with who he was and pushed all the other sensations in the room to the sides.
“Master Thompson,” Peter said. “What are you doing here?”
“Shawna—”
“Is alive and in the hospital, Mister Thompson.” This guy was not going to take over my crime scene with his alpha stink.
“Master Thompson.” He raised an eyebrow.
“How do you know the victim?”
“She’s a pet.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Thompson. Talk straight with me. I don’t have it in me to interrogate you about this. How do you know Shawna?”
His tone was one of annoyance. “I told you, she’s a pet.”
I walked up to him and stood straight. He might have had four inches on me, but I had mob bosses, gang bangers, and psychopathic murders on him, and I stared him down. “I don’t have time to deal with your displeasure at my tone. Turn down the alpha bullshit, or I’ll have you hauled down to the station and interrogated. I’m pretty sure you don’t want that. I don’t either. But you just busted into my crime scene, and I can arrest you for it.”
He cleared his throat. “Shawna Bivens is a pet in my house. She goes by the name Heavenly, and she very much enjoys her time there. She also likes a touch of pain, which is why I recommended she come to Villard’s dungeon. He doesn’t do the hard pain, but enough to make her happy.”
“Why didn’t you take care of her?”
He was shocked for a moment, and then smirked. “I am her owner in the house. It gives us a terrible dynamic if she switched roles that much. But I know that my staff, my pets, trainees, subs, and Doms are all human as well, and we cannot be on twenty-four seven.”
“She’s going to need a lot of recovering time.” I sighed. “The wounds are terrible, but she’s in good hands.”
“I’m going to the hospital, if you want to follow,” Peter said.
“I’ll call her family,” Thompson said. “Doctor Billings, you can help her more than I can.”
Peter nodded and walked out of the house.
“Thank you for calling her family, Thompson.”
He seemed to turn himself down. “She’s a wonderful person, Detective. We face so many stigmas and dangers. I will pass the information through the community and make sure everyone knows we have a serial attacker.”
I sighed. “He’s going to cross the line, soon. These attacks are brutal, and Shawna was choked out. We need to figure this out sooner rather than later.”
“No disagreement here.”
With a pause in the air, I ran a hand over my face and looked at him again. “Darien, I…uh. I need to talk with you. Not about this.”
“About Vanity.”
“Yes.”
He pulled out a card. “I expect you and I will need to chat about more than a few things between her and Shawna and the attacks on my community. Please, this is my personal number. I never answer. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” I took the card, and he nodded. “If you need anything from the community, Detective, ask.”
“Thank you.” But he was already out the door.
Vanity…Six weeks later…
I sat close to Simon on the love seat. His hand traced over my knee, back and forth, and felt really good.
Simon loved to have his hands on me, touching me. I rather liked it too. We were so much more comfortable and relaxed now, we were in a much better place to do an actual stakeout and observation. Even Donny had commented to us how well we blended in.
I also couldn’t deny that I found sitting with Simon and watching the activities all over Sadique was a serious turn on. We made the club a habit at least twice a week, just to watch—for the Northside Sadist and for ourselves.
Since he’d started attacking in other rooms, not just the stadium rooms, Simon and I had to rotate through the building. There were a lot of rooms, and I was sometimes worried we’d be in the wrong one.
Still, though, more often than not, we were so hot and bothered, we made use of the dark and privacy the club offered and entertained ourselves. Sometimes a good hand job, sometimes I would fuck him right there on a chair, sometimes a bj. He was always alert, looking for clues and suspicious people, but he did enjoy being dirty.
I wondered, staring across the orgy room and half watching the participants, if I could ask him to be my Dom. He had the alpha personality, and I wouldn’t ask more than a few days a month. He was such a good man, he might indulge me.
But at the same time, I had Laicy. We were working well, and she was excellent at being my Domme. She had a hard rebuke for my topping from the bottom, mostly in the form of a paddle on my ass. I wasn’t really in a rush to give her up.
I was kind of stuck. There was a good chance I had to think about getting Simon and Laicy together. I was being ensconced in Simon’s house, and Laicy and I had a standing date once a week at the Vault.
The best of both worlds couldn’t hold forever.
Simon’s hand brushed up higher on my leg, getting awfully close to my center. I smiled in the dark, knowing where he was going.
“Sir?”
“Hush, pretty girl, I want you wet on my fingers.”
He was learning, better than I’d hoped, how to do a scene in BDSM. His fingers disappeared unde
r the tiny scrap of fabric that worked as a skirt for me, and brushed against…
Nothing. I hadn’t bothered.
Simon sucked in a breath without looking back. “Naughty, naughty. I might have to take you over my knee later.”
That threat was nothing of the sort, and my waiting pussy gave him a rush of my cum. His fingers found my clit and the piercing and started toying with them. This might take him a while to make me come—which was his favorite thing. He loved delayed gratification. For me.
I schooled my reactions. His fingers were always so curious and intrusive, it was hard not to whimper or moan when he did this. And it had become a habit here—my own fault. I’d asked him the first time, and then he took the initiative the other times. Sometimes, it was this. Other times he would have me sit where he could play with my nipples.
All of it was good.
I squirmed against him this time, and he stopped, raising an eyebrow, never looking over at me. I bit my lip and held still. He started to stroke my clit again, slipping two fingers inside and pumping slowly.
He stopped when his fingers brushed against the ben wa balls I had tucked inside. I saw a wicked glint form in his eye and pressed against them.
The pressure against me was mind-numbing. I saw stars and black holes behind my eyes as he held them tight inside me. His thumb flicked back and forth faster, and my hand curled around the chair where I held it tight. I was sure I was going to rip something.
“You didn’t tell me,” he whispered, “that you were going to put those in.”
Gasping between each word, I could barely answer, “You didn’t tell me you were planning on finger fucking me at the table.”
He found the string that held the balls together and yanked out the two of them in one swift motion. I tossed my head back and just screamed my climax right across the room. No one in the orgy rooms cared if you were a screamer. And I was.
The stars and black holes exploded, swirling together, and I couldn’t see or hear a thing for a long moment as I fluttered and pulsed under his hand.
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