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    Her entire body quickened at the awful thought, although her anticipation mounted, excitement rising to a stirring peak.

    "Relax, doll. You're doing just fine…" he urged, while his free hand reached around and began to tease her pussy.

    Suddenly, his whole fist was inside her, pounding without restraint and she was crying out in multiple climaxes, rocking heedlessly on the bench – good thing it was staked to the white-tiled floor. Again and again, her cries rose in volume, so that the deafening sound practically bounced off the walls.

    "I'm coming again……….." she roared out the third – maybe fourth time.

    She hadn't even known when Perry finally removed his fist from her ass and replaced it with his cock. The pounding went on five, ten, maybe fifteen minutes, as long as he could hold out against the spasming channel that held him captive.

    "Gawd, you fucking-ass slut!" he roared. "You fucking slut… FUUUUUUUUCK!"

    While his hands clenched her ass cheeks like bread dough and squeezed, his voice rose up long and loud, grunting like an unearthly beast. The sound of their fucking went to the rafters, his voice joining hers and for just a few moments the two fused, becoming one animal.

***

"So, you like my white room?"

    Perry asked the question from her cell room door, waking a stirring Kat from the long nap that followed their anal sex.

    "What?" She looked up, a disheveled mess. Her eyes were hardly able to open.

    "Worked you over pretty good, didn't I?"

    "Yes, you worked me over pretty good, Perry." She sunk back to the mattress.

    "Wiped you out?"

    "Yes, you wiped me out." She waited for another question, which didn't come. "You want to come lie here with me?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure." Like he actually needed the invitation.

    Once he settled in, he turned on his side, and ran his finger over her body in a random pattern as disjointed as his fractured mind.

    "You want to play a game of Scrabble?" he wondered.

    "I was kinda hoping to beat you at Risk."

    "Like that's ever going to happen."

    "What? You afraid I will?" she chided. She turned on her side and played with the unruly shock of hair that had fallen in his face.

    "Afraid? Me? Hell no."

S
CENE
F
IFTEEN

When Alain heard Natalie Moon's voice over the phone, she seemed distant and scared.

"Chief Danvers, Alain. Please. I really need to see you."

    "See you?" He was just finishing up for the day and was hoping for a home cooked meal in his house with his feet up, and Meredith gently massaging them while he watched a night of numbing TV.

    "Yes, please. This is important."

    "I can see you tomorrow, what time?" he asked.

    "I'd meant now. If at all possible. I'm in town now and I'm not sure when I could—"

    "What's this about, Natalie?"

    "About Perry Livingston. I have some information, but I really need to see you in person."

    The thought of information on Perry Livingston was probably the one thing that could change his evening's plans. Although he really didn't want to go anywhere but home.

    "How about you tell me over the phone and save us both the trouble?"

    "But I'm already here. I came all the way from Baltimore to see you."

    "And you didn't bother to notify me first?" he asked annoyed.

    "I'm sorry, sir. It's just that all this came up so suddenly and I wasn't thinking all that clearly when I headed out of town. I thought I'd get here sooner, but I got tied up in traffic."

    She did sound upset. And she was talking about Perry Livingston. A fresh clue to his and Kat Bloom's whereabouts would certainly be welcome. It had been weeks and still nothing on the girl or the mysterious man they believed responsible for her disappearance.

    "So, where are you now?"

    "The Hotel Roxy on Fleet Street."

    "That's a bad part of town. What the hell are you doing there?"

    "I drove off the Interstate and there it was."

    "Are you always this careless with your safety?"

    "No, really. I had no idea."

    It was growing late, the city darkening with the approaching night and he didn't like the idea of what sounded like a very vulnerable young woman on the street at that risky hour. Call him protective of women; it was a natural instinct, even when he wasn't officially on duty.

    "All right, I'll be there in twenty minutes. You stay in your room, the door locked. That clear?"

    "Yes, sir. I will. Room 312."

Alain made a quick call to Meredith, postponing dinner, which went down none too well. Making him dinner was still a chore that she found so anxiety producing that it took a half hour's worth of praise to assure her that everything turned out okay, which it usually did. A postponement not only meant a rash of disappointment but sent the nervous sub into a fit of flustered madness.

    "Stop, Meredith, right now!" he barked, a little too loudly when she started sobbing. Then he calmed, "Take a breath. Turn off the stove and go read a book until I get home."

    "But everything could be ruined!"

    "Then it will be ruined and it will be
my
fault, not yours."

"How long will you be?"

"I have no idea. I have a new lead to follow on an important case, who knows?"

    He could sense her displeasure without her saying another word. But it was good for her. She needed to learn to deal with disappointment like an adult. He'd taken her far in the last few weeks, carefully maintaining a parental attitude toward his submissive, guiding her personal decisions, leading her along a prudent less impulsive path, encouraging her writing and art – which she still found difficult. When she did begin to create, he was always amazed by the results.

    Meredith spent most of her off time at his house – although he'd occasionally send her back to her apartment to give them both a break. She never wanted to leave because she always felt she was about to lose him. But the distance, and the abstinence from sex that he insisted on during their breaks, did her good. On these occasions, she became especially agitated at work when their paths crossed. To see her eyes so filled with longing and desire moved him greatly. Maybe it was sadistic, a diabolical tease, but the imposed times away served his purpose. Once they were back together, he'd become the lucky beneficiary of her greedy desires; ones that flowered fully in his absence. He almost always had to punish her for having broken his rule regarding not climaxing when she wasn't with him. He soon figured out that her misbehavior was a game, since the sting of leather, a good flogging, or the smack of his hand on her tender behind only increased her sexual pleasure. Even when he thoroughly dressed her down in his most autocratic manner for her flagrant crimes, her desire seemed to magnify. She was so easy to arouse.

    Only once did her misbehavior truly anger him, and on this occasion, it was more impulse than deliberate calculation on her part that brought her down – a raging fit of jealousy.

    Janis had been visiting during the evening while Meredith was out with a friend for dinner. Although there was nothing sexual about the meeting, Alain hadn't planned on his former lover being anywhere around when his present one returned, but issues were raised that kept the conversation going until well after nine o'clock. Just as Janis was about to leave, as she and Alain were affectionately saying their goodbyes, he heard some noises in the front hall. He thought little of it, assuming it was merely Meredith arriving home and he could comfortably deal with both women.

    There was a sudden quiet shriek then a stumbling noise, then the front door slamming. Before he could retrace Meredith's fast retreat, she was in her car, speeding out of the driveway, tires squealing.

    "Oh my, she must have seen that kiss!" Janis said, as she peered around him.

    "It was a good kiss," Alain snapped unhappily. "One the girl has no right to get pissed about."

    "She's young, Alain, remember that."

    "Yes, she's young, and now she's taken off to God knows where."

    "Let her cool off. She'll be back."

    "No, I'm not planning to let her cool off, not when she's set me on edge and run off." He was really quite angry.

    "Well, then have her arrested," Janis joked.

    "I just might."

    They kissed again, warmly, but with little emotion. "I'll see you soon, I hope. But you attend to the girl," she admonished him. Janis left the house with Alain still fuming.

    It was a rash move, but when he picked up the phone and called in a request for a squad car, it satisfied his need for retribution.

    A half hour later, the squad car arrived with Meredith in tow. Officer Melton came to the door holding Alain's submissive firmly by the arm.

    "Thank you, John," Alain took over immediately. "Let me remind you, this is a private matter. It's to be logged in your records that way, no mention of Miss Shaw. Is that clear?" "Yes, sir."

    "I can expect your discretion at the station. Ms. Shaw has enough to deal with there."

    "Of course, sir."

    Alain turned to Meredith as soon as the door was closed. "What on earth did you mean by taking off out of here?" he snapped off.

    His riled emotions sent her reeling back. "I-I…I saw you with that woman."

    "That's it? That's all that had you speeding down Country 7 Road at 65 miles an hour?" He peered in, eyes flashing.

    "That was a mistake, sir, wasn't it," she offered weakly.

    "You're damn right it was a childish, reckless, not to mention dangerous move."

    She shrunk back. "I'm sorry."

    "You damn well better be." Alain rarely swore like…and he never had at her before. "It will NEVER happen again." His fury moved through his veins at breakneck speed. "I do have friends who I care about and Janis is one. I will not tolerate you stupidly running off because you're suddenly jealous of a little platonic affection."

    "It didn't look platonic, sir," she said in her defense.

    "Well, it was. Janis was my lover before you. She left because of you, and you have no right to be incensed." He made a pacing circle, trying to cool his fury. Then suddenly, he snapped again, "Take of your clothes, go to the kitchen and scrub the floors. Don't stop until I tell you."

    "But I just scrubbed the kitchen floor yesterday."

    "Well, you'll get the pleasure of doing it again now. Now go!" He gestured with his arm and Meredith went flying.

    He heard her sob all through the lonesome task – at least for the first hour, when she finally gave up trying to win his sympathy. He wasn't moved in the slightest. Their only interaction during the long night from 9:00 pm to 2:00 am was his occasional encouragement with his bamboo cane when he came to check on her. If he found her just half-heartedly scrubbing the tiles, he'd whap her hard on the ass to keep her going.

    "But I've already gone over it twice!" she finally cried.

    "Then do it again. And when you're done, go on to the bathroom and scrub that three times, then the front hall, the mudroom, the laundry. Every square inch."

    By the time he finished this most recent rant, she got the message. He was pissed. REALLY pissed. She would have preferred his nastiest beating over this treatment. Being stopped by a police officer and arrested had been bad enough…but washing floors all night while he angrily stood over her. If he wanted to punish her, really punish her, he'd hit on the perfect scheme.

    Hours later, Meredith finally collapsed at his feet and sobbed. "Puh—please, sir. Haven't I paid enough?"

    It was 2:00 am and his temper had pretty much faded. He reached down and pulled her to her feet by the hair.

    At least he wasn't fuming anymore.

    "If I thought you would have hated a good old-fashioned caning, I would have done that, saved a lot of time. But you would have wanted that too much. I didn't want you to miss the message. This is what punishment from me looks like, Miss Shaw. Are we clear now?"

    "Oh, perfectly clear, sir."

    "You come to me if you're upset. I don't care if you're screaming obscenities because you're so mad, you come to me. You
never
run. No problem can be resolved between two people with one of them running away in panic."

    "Yes, sir. I promise, sir. I will. It was so silly of me."

    He tousled her messy hair and finally managed a smile. She was exhausted and so was he, so he sent her to bed. They made up about dawn when Alain woke up horny, and going to the maid's room, he found Meredith in an agitated slumber, horny too. Their clash was fierce and frantic, but it settled them both and the incident was pretty much forgotten.