Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Don had already decided that should anything like this happen, he’d pretend not to remember the girl until after some prodding. That way, he could do what he always does and pretend she’d come in for a consultation. As a lawyer, he couldn’t be expected to remember everyone who came to him for his services now, could he?
“We found your business card in the victim’s belongings.” Don relaxed even more at those words. A business card is not an indication of guilt and played well with the excuse he had ready. All he had to do was stay cool and think before he spoke. The way any good lawyer would instruct his client to.
“I’m sorry, what was the victim’s name? I don’t think I heard it mentioned.”
“Melissa Sherry.”
“Melissa Sherry, Melissa Sherry.” Don made a show of going through the appointment book on his desk, something he still uses because electronics he had learned are way too easy to trace.
“The name doesn’t ring a bell. Not that I haven’t met the young lady, of course, it’s just that; I see so many people you know, it’s hard to keep track. Why don’t I have my secretary look into it tomorrow when she comes in? I’m afraid she’s already gone for the day. I’ll give you a call if we find anything.” Detective Sparks kept the same non-threatening stance as she reached into her pocket for a business card of her own.
“I would really appreciate it. We’re just talking to anyone who might have seen or spoken to the victim in the last couple of weeks. If you remember anything, please give me a call. I’ll see myself out.” She turned for the door after leaving the card on his desk and didn’t give anything away as she left the office and headed for the door and the elevator.
She kept a relaxed pose as she pressed the button while using the reflection in the stainless steel elevator door to see who if anyone was behind her. She only made out a shadow as the person moved from the doorway to the office and disappeared.
Downstairs in the SUV, she breathed in hard a couple of times while calling herself all types of fool for not waiting for backup. She’d heard the door open behind her while she was talking to him, and from the way the person had gone out of their way to remain silent so as not to give their presence away, she knew whoever it was didn’t want her to know they were there.
She wasn’t sure if he had been aware of their company, she couldn’t be sure, but he hadn’t given anything away. Now she was left wondering who the person could’ve been and why the secrecy? It wouldn’t have been the secretary who had already left, and from what little she could make out in the gritty image in the elevator door, the body looked female.
Detective Sparks had barely cleared the door when Don noticed his visitor entering the office and closing the door behind her. His palms grew wet with sweat. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough.” He swallowed at the terse response and even more so at the crop in the older woman’s hand as she tapped it against her palm.
“Did you like her, you little pig? Stand up and let me see what she did to you.” Don’s knees almost buckled this time from excitement as he climbed to his feet. His erection strained at the front of his slacks, and he held back the keening sound that threatened to escape his throat.
“Well, well, well, I see you haven’t learned your lesson. Take them off.”
His hands shook as they moved to take off his slacks, which were already stained with the precum that had already started to leak out of his straining cock. He had his clothes off and was standing naked in his office in less than two minutes flat. “On your knees.”
Don dropped like a lodestone to the floor as the woman removed the outer coat that was too hot for this weather to reveal the tight leather bustier with thigh-high silk stockings and four-inch stiletto heels. “Crawl to me, little piglet.” He moved towards her on his hands and knees, coming to a stop in front of her.
He felt the sting of the crop across his ass and jumped with a yelp of pain. “What’s taking so long? You know what I want you to do.”
“Yes, mistress.” Don moved forward the barest of inches and lowered his head to the woman’s shoe, licking the cool leather with his tongue before lifting her foot and sucking the deadly heel into his mouth.
He held her slender ankle ever so gently as she trailed the crop along his back and ass while he sucked on her shoe heel. He dropped one foot and moved onto the next, giving it the same treatment until she was satisfied, and precum had soaked the carpet beneath him.