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“Hum. Curious, isn’t it?” Jane said, although she was not at all perturbed by the information.
Leslie went on the offensive. “You were having sex with Felicia here at Roman Hill, what appears to be many times, and you brought her to the club. Your relationship with her was more than just a sour business partnership.”
Jane looked at them with her forceful eyes. From the sensuality of her masculine allure, to the way she seemed to remain in command was something that made Leslie shiver and Robin flinch. For Leslie, it was the beginning of sexual awakening and arousal, for Robin, she knew what Jane could do; she’d seen this kind of commanding Domme many times before.
“Yes, we did have quite a relationship. We’d had one for several years. I would often dominate her, pretty much anywhere I wanted, here, the club, other clubs, in public—she loved semi-public venues to proclaim herself. Nothing made her hornier than showing off in front of people, baring her tits, flaunting her ass. She was a shameless, slut.” Jane sighed wistfully.
“If she was reputed to be dominant, why do you suppose she wanted to be submissive to her?” Leslie asked.
Jane eyed the detective and chuckled, obviously holding back some personal remark. “Beats me, why she switched the way she did. She saw me at a club somewhere, and came to me wanting to be taken and abused. I did it. Gladly. She told me, I was her balance, I kept her from going crazy. I gave her limits. It’s not an easy relationship to describe. But then you had to know the woman to understand her.”
“I understood her very well,” Robin said. “I lived with her here for two years.”
Jane was surprised and impressed. “Then this case has personal implications for you.”
“Some, though it was quite a while ago. I do want to find her killer.”
Jane nodded. “Well then, you would understand what she needed in me.”
“I think so,” Robin replied, “And did she pay you for dominating her?”
“No. I gave it willingly. I didn’t want her money. In fact I don’t take money for sexual favors. I play my games because it pleases me, nothing else.”
“Why did Felicia owe you so much money?” Leslie asked.
“Bad investments.”
“Bad investments?” Robin repeated.
“I’m a stock broker when I’m not doing other things. I’ve dabbled very successfully for years. Felicia kept coming to me with really boondoggle ideas, and I’d make some investments for her, and she kept losing. She ran up a tab for awhile. I advised her. She didn’t listen. I finally quit making the investments. But by that time, she had to sign over half the house to me, the rest she tried to pay back a little at a time out of her trust. That’s dwindled down pretty low. I’ll get back what she owed me, but I don’t need it. I’d rather have her alive.”
The woman was very believable; if she was lying, she was very good at it.
“Did your business dealings start before or after the sex began?” Leslie asked.
“It was pretty much simultaneous. We had great sex, I’ve never known a better submissive. Although it wasn’t that she submitted all that well, in fact she struggled like hell, but she liked the confrontation, and I’d like the way she’d go really deep into everything. I love women that act like hellions.”
“Were you in love with her?” Robin asked.
“That’s a strange question,” Jane said thinly.
“Someone at Sapphos suggested you were,” Leslie explained.
The woman looked genuinely surprised, as if it wasn’t a proper question to ask a Domme. “Yes I was in love with her,” she finally admitted. The silence that followed was awkward until Jane lit a cigarette. “I mourn in my own way,” she continued. “And I suppose I loved her in my own way. I’ve never really been as taken by any submissive, any woman, as I was by Felicia Roman.”
“But being dominant, you can do scenes even when you’re in mourning?” Leslie said with a sarcastic ring.
“It’s a release,” Jane admitted.
“Pretty damned good release with Zelda the other night,” Leslie remarked.
Jane looked at Leslie curiously.
“We were on our way to talk with you and saw your lights. It wasn’t hard to see your scene. We thought since you left the lights on and the drapes open, that you didn’t care who saw. So, we stayed to watch – you could call it part of the investigation.”
“I suppose the drapes being open were part of the point. Exposure is a tremendous turn on,” Jane said, “although up on this hill there aren’t many that would have the opportunity to watch.” Jane’s eyes glimmered. “I hope you enjoyed yourselves.” She looked directly at Leslie, stared right at her chest and then moved her glance to her crotch, as if waiting to see her squirm. “You two ever get it on?” she asked.
“We’re asking the questions,” Robin said.
