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“Maybe she was really gloating because she murdered her. She is the suspect with the most motive, opportunity, and circumstantial evidence in her favor, outside of Betsy of course.”
“Too bad Betsy couldn’t make it,” Robin said, sadly.
“Yeah, she cried her eyes out with John yesterday, he told me,” Leslie said. “She may have been on her way out Felicia’s door, but I don’t think she wanted anything to end like this.”
The two detectives watched the crowd at the chapel leave for the cemetery. Martha, Remy and Zelda left together in Martha’s car. And Jane roared away in her old beat-up coupe.
“Looks like we won’t be talking to Jane until later,” Robin said. “Maybe we can find her at the Hill tonight.”
“I’ll meet you there,” Leslie said.
The two left in separate cars.
Chapter Ten
Zelda could not believe what luck she’d had to attract Jane’s attention for the night. This was one woman she’d wanted badly since her arrival at Roman Hill, though she was the one woman she figured would be off limits. The thought of being Jane Hugh’s slave for the night had her mind reeling with the terrifying possibilities.
Now making her way into the garden by the dusky light of evening, she marveled at Jane’s innate brilliance – making her strip even before she even knocked at her door. Made the whole scene utterly thrilling. Taking off her dress, a little slip of a thing with nothing underneath, she stuffed it behind a bush, to find later when the session was over. It was not completely dark, a fact that made Zelda’s nakedness all the more titillating to the needy female. Stepping back into the path, she hustled quickly to Jane’s cottage and knocked on the door. Gazing around, she nervously looked to see if anyone was spying on the scene, being unsure whether she wanted a voyeur, or wanted to remain undiscovered. It could be a messy situation being found out like this.
Not surprisingly, Jane made Zelda wait for several interminable minutes before she finally opened the cottage door.
“On the floor bitch,” Jane immediately ordered, and as Zelda had done with other lovers, at other times, she instantly heeded her new Domme’s command.
Jane clamped a collar around her neck and led the willing submissive to an empty space inside her living room. The cottage was
actually one large but functional room, complete with the living area, a bedroom alcove, and a kitchen with a small dinette sitting in a bay window, which overlooked the wooded grounds of the estate. In addition to the usual furniture, the cottage was furnished with rings embedded into the brick walls, a pulley system cleverly hidden in the ceiling, and a couple of odd looking benches that were designed for specific purposes; all these things throwbacks to the years before when Felicia had used the cottage for her secretive S&M games. The items were left in the cottage, and when Jane moved in, she appropriated them for her own use.
Opening a cabinet on the wall, Jane revealed the implements of her craft: whips, chains, leather and ropes in an abundance of sizes and arrangements that would please any dominant – or submissive. There were ball gags, collars, clothespins, and for this occasion a long thin riding crop which she withdrew from the cabinet.
Turning her head to the side, Zelda saw the three-inch tasseled end of the crop dangling by the side of her face. Jane ran the tassel along the redhead’s skin, against her shoulders and back, and then even across her brow and lips – an act as tender as any lover’s kiss – even the wanting submissive knew that tassel could bite like fire.
“Well, my little bitch, you suck pussy well,” Jane said.
“Thank you.”
“I’m not about to spend my time with you unless you prove you’re worth it,” Jane continued. “You think you’re an experienced little slut. You know just what to call me. All the right words, all the slavish groveling moves any good subbie knows by heart. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir,” Zelda replied. The scene was going as she hoped it would.
“But I wonder why you bother coming here, throwing your brash little bitch body at me, when you know I don’t like you. Hum?”
Zelda didn’t reply.
“You going to answer, or shall I send you away now?” Jane prodded the kneeling woman with the crop, although she still hadn’t administered one blow.
“I’ve seen you at Sapphos, I want what you can give me, I’ll do anything to have you, I swear,” Zelda rattled off.
“Anything? That’s quite a sweeping declaration. I don’t think there’s anyone who could take anything I’m inclined to give them.”
“Please, Sir Jane,” Zelda looked up, beseeching the cold mistress.
“You could slave for me for a year, and you wouldn’t please me,” Jane retorted. She walked away then looked back to appraise the bent over woman. Zelda’s head nearly touched the floor, her ass was waving in the air. From the backside, Jane could view her naked pussy and exposed anus. “I don’t like women who throw themselves at me. Is this display suppose to turn me on?” Jane didn’t wait for a reply this time, “Come here,” she demanded.
Zelda crawled to Jane’s feet, making an even greater effort to bow before the Domme with the right attitude of surrender.
“You want your ass punished, don’t you?” Jane said, as she ran the crop over Zelda’s rear, for an instant pressing the tasseled end of the thing against her anus.
“Ouch!”
