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“Oh, but you will today,” Jane said. Leslie heard the refrigerator open and close behind her.
Maybe the beer would taste good. She needed to relax. Albeit her night with Robin had done a great deal to relax her increasing anxiety, it had also created more new questions. And so much had happened since. The case had been an all consuming drain on her, the nasty twists taking even experienced veterans off guard, by the very nature of the highly charged emotions involved.
In many ways this case had been no different than others she and Robin had solved. They’d generated their own clues, stumbled on pieces of information, only because they put themselves in the right place at the right time. Solving a case was often a string of well-timed accidents, created, noticed, filed away and later brought together for the conclusion. This investigation had been no different. And the surprises? Leslie had grown to expect sudden revelations, new clues coming out the most unexpected places. Anymore, she knew that things would wrap up in due time, sometimes, as in this case, with lightning speed. Yet, with its overt sexual aspects, this particular investigation required more than just the usual closure, more than just filing paperwork away in a drawer. It demanded a visit with this woman, and letting go desires that the detective had been holding onto from the start.
Leslie looked up as the woman returned with the two beers in her hand.
“Drink,” Jane ordered gently, as she popped the lid off the can and handed it to Leslie. “So, you didn’t answer my question, why were you so convinced I didn’t murder Felicia, when all the evidence pointed otherwise?”
“It was mostly Robin who figured it that way. She’s more experienced in your S&M lore.”
“Tell me what you figured.”
Looking at her sent new chills through Leslie’s excited body. Jane had
an intensity in her gaze that was sometimes chilling, as if she had already read the next line of the script, knew exactly where it was going and was just toying with Leslie to make her say things that were so difficult to put into words. Leslie gulped her beer, then spoke: “When I saw you at Sapphos, you were much different than I expected.”
“Oh?” Jane said.
“You’re not as tough as you think you are.”
“Oh, I’m every bit as tough as I appear,” Jane countered, eyes flashing.
“It was more than that. It was the affection, the tenderness, not the pain you gave Dagne that impressed me.”
“I give my submissives what they need, that’s all,” Jane retorted as if her gift were nothing at all special.
“I can see that. But it was that other side, that softer side that I found so very appealing.”
“Don’t kid yourself, Leslie, for every ounce of tenderness, there’s a pound of pain, real hard biting nasty pain. I’m not a gentle woman and I’m not a gentle Domme.”
“But I know you are. That’s why I know you didn’t kill Felicia. You couldn’t love her, even the way I saw you love Dagne that night, and then turn around and stab her. Besides, the crime was committed by someone who had unexpressed desires to be fulfilled, not by someone who regularly got what they wanted sexually.”
Jane took another drink of her beer. “I commend your insight. And so, you come to me for what? Tenderness, love, pain?”
“Maybe all. I’m not really sure. Maybe I just need to understand what’s been happening inside me, nothing more.” The woman in the leather chair eyed her so carefully it was hard not to feel exposed, as if she was already naked before her.
“Understanding I can give you. But you want much more than that, Leslie Patrick. You can have understanding from Robin, or dozens of other women. But you came to me.” Jane transmitted her quiet lust in a way that seemed to roar through Leslie’s mind and body. “You’re very transparent. What’s even better, you’ve given me lots of time to consider what I’d do with you, waiting as long as you have. Sometimes I have to make things up on the spur of the moment. But you’ve given me the opportunity to consider how I’ll have you, what kind of torture I’ll put you through. It’s been a rather amusing week watching you work.”
“When did you know I’d end up here… with you?” Leslie asked curiously.
“The first time I met you.”
“The first?”
“It shouldn’t be so odd, you’ve been climbing the walls of your psyche with curiosity about your Robin’s desires for a long time. It’s been years, hasn’t it? Now I hit you in the face with it. Felicia, Betsy, Martha, this whole damned case hit you squarely between your eyes. You’re ripe, you’ve been ripe for a long time. You need me so you can have Robin again. You couldn’t figure out how to have her on your terms, and you want me to teach you, which is something that I can do very well. I’m an excellent teacher.
“But, there’s only one way to get what you want, and you know what that is. You learn by being. You submit to me, there are no shortcuts in the game. It’s got to be carefully learned. You have the desire now, but that’s all. You have to learn to be cold and calculating, to mix your passion for dominance with the innate kindness in your heart and the love you have for Robin. She’ll be licking your feet and loving it.”
Leslie didn’t disagree with anything she said, she knew Jane was right. “We’ve already played around together,” Leslie offered. “We had sex together two days ago.”
“Dabbling, or real stuff?”
Leslie considered the question thoughtfully. “Dabbling, I suppose.”
Leslie felt hot all around her, like it was August still, or better yet July in the desert, and a hot white heat filled her, making her upper lip sweat and her palms wet and her legs burn right where she sat. The intensity was so strong that she felt as if a heat lamp or the sun was shining brightly on her back. She knew it was just her fears creeping in around her. She wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling. The beer seemed to go through her the instant she swallowed it and she needed to pee. Now she was afraid to ask permission to find the bathroom.
Jane was moving on her, blanketing her with words, each designed to draw her in closer to her habitat where her rules were law, and she ordered every second. Leslie had seen her work at the club and with Zelda. In fact, in any situation it seemed that Jane was constantly seducing the women around her, forcing them to face their desire to submit. Coming to the cottage only upped the intensity of Jane’s seduction and now something was happening to Leslie on a very primal level.
