Big Bad Easy (10 page)

“I don’t mind being late if it means I get to hear you come.” He reached to put his fingers on her clit again, but she swatted his hands away.

“Oh, I’ll come.” She shifted her hips forward so that her juices spread along the length of his cock. Her clit rubbed up and down his aching shaft.

He lifted his hips, trying to angle his cock inside her, but she raised her hips.

“Unh uh.” She waggled a finger at him. “I get to decide.”

“Woman, you’re going to kill me with this teasing.”

“No, I’m not.” She continued pulsing her pussy along his shaft, sending rumbles of pleasure through his hips and stomach. “Just put those big arms and hands over your head and enjoy the view.”

“I’d rather be inside you and having one of these in my mouth.” He reached both hands to her chest and palmed her breasts.

“Oh, you would? I can give you one of those.” With a small push, his cock slipped inside her tight, wet center.

He moaned as she squeezed her inner walls from the tip of his shaft to the base. “Yes, now come here.”

She laughed and threw her head back. “Not yet. I like this. You’re so hard. So big.”

As she pumped up and down along his cock, he reached for her hips, needing her to slow her pace. Her tight heat felt so good that he wanted it to last longer. His balls contracted with each downward stroke of her pussy. If she kept up, he’d come too quickly. He didn’t want her to be left without an orgasm again. He’d done that the first night that she’d gone down on him. “Zara, baby, slower.”

“Am I too much for you?” She changed the rhythm of her hips to forceful downward strokes and long, slow upward motions along his already aching cock.

He gritted his teeth as she slid down his shaft again, sending huge shocks of pleasure through his legs and ass. “Yes. Dammit, woman. Slow down, or you won’t make this with me.”

“Mmm, I like this control, Jameson.” She leaned forward and pressed her hips backward. “How about deeper?”

He groaned is delight as her pussy tightened around his cock as she impaled herself further. He tried to think of other things, like getting groceries, so that he wouldn’t come before her.

She laughed again and braced herself with her hands beside his head. “Let it go. I’ll make it. You feel so good.” She pulsed slower, deeper. Her breasts hovered above his face.

He let the jolts of electricity loose and craned his head forward to suckle a nipple. At her gasp, he pulled it harder into his mouth.

“Ah, yes, Jameson. Do that. Do more of that.” She rocked faster, panting. Her hand reached behind his head, holding it to her breast.

He nipped and sucked, hoping to bring her closer to orgasm. His hovered so close now. The zings of pleasure grew and traveled from where her pussy pumped along his cock to his spine. From there, they heightened every nerve, sending him into a frenzy. His hips met hers. Where his hand touched her back, his fingers burned to touch more of her. His mouth tingled with each suckle of her nipple.

“So close. God, Jameson. The other one.” She directed his head to her other breast and pressed his mouth over her nipple.

His hands grabbed her ass and spurred her on, helping her pump faster and to take his cock deeper inside her. The jolts of pleasure joined together in an explosion. His balls contracted and he thrust upward while trapping her closer to his hips. As his orgasm blinded him, he guided her hips along his cock, drawing out the ecstasy that she’d brought.

With a sudden movement upward that yanked her nipple from his mouth, Zara cried out in a halting moan. She fell forward onto his chest. “Jameson.”

“Yes,” he croaked out as his orgasm began to fade.

“That is the only way to start the morning.”

He smiled and rubbed her ass and back. “Agreed.” He could get used to the luscious weight of her atop him as she breathed in rhythm with him. As his cock slipped slowly from her still throbbing pussy, he added, “Although I’d like to have a little taste sometimes.”

****

Walking into the police station that afternoon filled Zara with a very different feeling than the last time she’d dressed to intimidate the officers. Today, with a box of glittered cupcakes in a myriad of flavors, she pushed open the doors with happiness, confidence, and respect for at least one of the officers in the building. Case solved, guy caught, smiles all around. She’d save a special one for Jameson.

Before she could even ask the desk officer if Jameson was available, the captain, that surly man who’d said he’d do all he could the first time, greeted her.

“Ah, Ms. Robinson. Right?” He held out his hand, like she was special.

Zara held her sneer, although it was difficult to hold it in. The man had lied about doing all he could when she first met him. Just because he remembered her name didn’t mean she had to be nice to him. “Captain.”

“What can we do for you?”

Had the independent police monitor received her complaint about the captain? His whole attitude had changed to that of a great customer service agent and not that of an overworked, too tired cop. “Nothing. I wanted to thank you for getting my case solved.” She held up the white box of baked goods.

“Ah, the park break-ins. You’ll want to give those to Sgt. Kelly, except he’s not in. He’s doing some work on another case.”

She hid her disappointment. Getting a mid-day glimpse of Jameson was part of her plan. It had been five long hours since she last saw him, and her brain craved more, oh, so much more. She’d hoped to sate her desire for him with the quickie this morning, but she discovered that it only fueled her fire for a longer session where he could thrust slowly and douse the lust she had for him. With the thought of sex on her mind, she couldn’t be rude. “How many will get to him if I leave them with you?”

“All of them, but he might not eat them. He’s a health freak.”

“I know.” At the captain’s questioning look, she corrected herself. “I’m only guessing since I saw him exercising at the park. The cupcakes were the other ladies’ idea.”

“Ah. Nice of you to be the delivery girl.”

“I could take my lunch hour, and it’s from me, too. The guy robbed all of us.”

The captain frowned, making the lines on his face deeper. “Ms. Robinson, come into my office for a moment.”

“Sure.” She followed, knowing that whatever he was about to say couldn’t be good news. Otherwise, he would have told her within earshot of the people in the office. From what embarrassment was he saving her?

He closed the door behind her before indicating that she should sit. Although she wanted to stay standing just to be contrary, she complied. Years doing what others told her took over. “I want you to know that we’re fairly certain that the guy we have in custody is the perp who took your wallet, but he won’t be charged with it.”

“What?” Now she needed to complain to the district attorney’s office? What the hell was going on with New Orleans and their criminal justice system? She’d known it wasn’t the greatest, but she didn’t think it was this terrible.

“We’ve got photographic proof of him using the other cards, but not yours. The photo that was messed up by an employee was taken of someone using your credit card, but it’s not enough for a match.”

She gritted her teeth. Her foot tapped the floor. “I saw that picture. I didn’t know it was for my case. I thought maybe there were more.”

“Sgt. Kelly heard the man confess to three of the break-ins, but not to yours. You’ve got the red car?”

“Yes.” Her jaw hurt from clenching, but she had to do it or she’d yell at the man in front of her. What she needed to do was scream at Jameson for pretending that he solved her case. Fucker probably did it to get into her pants, and she helped him. Even wanted it so badly that she engineered the whole night. Damn, he’d get an earful from her later today.

“Chances are that he’s the same guy, but we pin it on him without evidence. The DA won’t even consider it, although I’ll ask again. Don’t go thinking that there’s another thief out there, though. This guy worked alone, and he’s probably responsible for your case as well.”

“I understand.” She did. That’s all he needed to know. Jameson, however, would get his special cupcake shoved into that craggy, beautiful face of his. Then, she’d kick his ass for lying to her.

****

Jameson never felt comfortable meeting with MeShelle, even if this was an official visit. She rarely let go of her Dominatrix persona. “Tough, you do it my way, or I make you hurt,” was her normal personality.

He’d first met her when he’d dated a burlesque dancer, and she’d kept in touch long past his break up. MeShelle’s newest venture was a sex club that specialized in anonymous sexual encounters. Her office decoration consisted of the types of masks that clients could wear, and seeing just those tempted him to try out the place. Except he had Zara, and no anonymous sexual encounter could top that woman’s offerings.

MeShelle stepped into her office from a side door, which Jameson decided must lead to her play room. Unlike other times, she wasn’t wearing dark eyeshadow or blood red lipstick. It made her less dangerous looking. She was, however, wearing leather pants and bustier with a lacy blazer over it all. “Sergeant, what’s your pleasure today?”

“A woman was murdered in my district, and we learned that she did the Dominatrix thing. I thought maybe you would know her.” He passed the picture of the victim the boyfriend had supplied. At least Decker had been kind enough to make a copy and return the original.

MeShelle took one glance at the photo and passed it back. “I knew her. Not well, though. She played at being a Dominatrix. It was her way to feel empowered after a terrible day at work and an abusive ex-boyfriend. Strange woman, but she played her role well. Differently, though, from me. This is my life. I don’t hide it.” She gestured to the walls on either side of her that held paintings and photographs of people in different sex positions. “Anyway, tell me what happened.”

“Someone strangled her.”

“Ew. She didn’t take enough control.” MeShelle wrinkled her nose in displeasure.

“Her current boyfriend—”

“Sub. We don’t have boyfriends, or at least I don’t.” She gave him a tight smile. “Go on.”

“The guy who calls himself her boyfriend,” he paused to see if she approved of that wording. With her nod, he continued, “said she was into the asphyxiation thing.”

“A gasper.” She snarled, making her dislike clear. “Didn’t know that about her. If that’s true, she wasn’t murdered.”

He didn’t follow that logic. He was sure Ms. Velasquez didn’t want to die whether she liked the sexual high that came with less oxygen. Someone had done this to her, and he needed to be brought to justice. “We’re treating it like one until it’s determined otherwise.” A bead of sweat trickled down his back as he sat in her over-warm office.

“You know, Sergeant. I can make some sense of it. Erotic asphyxiation is a trust issue. She had to have complete faith that the man would know when to release the pressure on her neck. If she really wanted to be a Dominatrix, she’d need to have control of his orgasm. Maybe she did that by whipping her subs. Hard thing to balance, though. Not that it’s common.”

“What isn’t common? The gasping or the whipping?” Neither of them was normal in his life, but his knowledge also had its limits.

“The two together.” MeShelle waved a long finger. “I’m not an expert in the psychology of it all, especially the gasping thing, but the two practices don’t usually mix. Maybe she was trying to get away from one and started trying the other.”

“Should I be worried about this?” Was it possible that Velasquez had been in the midst of a psychotic break? Maybe she had a death wish, but couldn’t bring herself to commit the final act? Jameson had too many theories of what could have happened, and he wasn’t even supposed to be lead on this investigation.

“You’d have to talk to a sex therapist about that. Is that why you’re here, to get more information on why she’d get a sub to do this to her? Certainly you think it was the poor man who thinks he was her boyfriend. I would.”

“No, not why I’m here.” He wished he could take off his jacket, but he didn’t want to flash his sidearm. “Boyfriend wasn’t with her at all, and that’s air tight.” He curled his lip. He shouldn’t have used that metaphor. “I’m here to see if you knew her and if she had another man.”

“Or woman. Could’ve been female.” MeShelle pursed her lips.

“Or woman, who might have been jealous. She used to tell the guy that there were people watching.”

MeShelle took off her jacket. “Yes, she liked that, too. Pretty good at it in the club for a while, but no one here would have known who she was. We’re super strict with anonymity. You could really get your freak on here.” She leaned forward, giving him a good view of the tops of her breasts.

She was built, but Jameson wanted to see muscle like what Zara had. “Thanks, but I think I’ve finally found someone. She’s a jock.”

“I have some of those.” MeShelle lifted an eyebrow. “With the way we do things here, no one knows that it’s you or what you do, although it would be difficult to hide that body of yours. It’s certainly not anonymous.”

“I’m sure you do, but not interested. Back to the questions. When was the last time you saw her?”

“About a year ago. No, sooner than that. MOMs ball at Mardi Gras.” Lights of recognition lit up her eyes. “She had some skinny kind of cracked-out guy with her, said he was a recent acquisition. She babbled on about how she knew from the first moment that he was going to be a great sub. I didn’t believe her.”

Now they were getting somewhere. He tried not to draw conclusions based on his own prejudices. “Do you mean that as in drugged up or dressed weirdly?” The MOMs ball was held every Mardi Gras as well as at Halloween. It stood for Mystics, Orphans, and Misfits, and they lived up to their name. The party was one of the craziest of the balls held around the city and surrounding parishes. He’d gone one year with the burlesque dancer.

“Obviously on the second. We all dress outrageously, except me. I go dressed like I’m about to play.” She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. “But, yes on the first, too. He was high. He also wasn’t attractive or interesting. I have no idea why she had him around. Maybe he did the gasping thing for her. She was pretty picky.”