Bangkok Noir by Sarai Lisabet

Author:Sarai, Lisabet [Sarai, Lisabet]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Books We Love Ltd.
Published: 2012-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

I brought the battered slave, who told me her name was Oy, back to my condo and put her to bed in my guest room. Almost at once she fell into a deep sleep, clearly exhausted by her ordeal at the hands of her so-called master. Damn Sam Prendergast! It was people like him who gave BDSM a bad reputation. After today's demonstration, I wasn't sure I wanted to help him recruit staff for Club Lacoste. I didn't want to take that kind of responsibility.

My throat felt raw from the combination of stress and the city pollution. I grabbed an iced tea from the fridge and sprawled on the sofa, my bare feet up on the coffee table. Even with the aircon on high, the place so warm that I had to shed my jacket. I sat for a while in just my bra, guzzling the tea and pondering what to do about Oy, about Sam, about everything...

I found myself picturing the club's incredible dungeon once more. So wonderfully well-equipped – I couldn't deny that the possibilities excited me. Of course, toys are nothing but props. An experienced dominant doesn't need them to exert her power. But they add variety, and can enhance the submissive's response simply because of their associations.

What would my colonel think about that whip Phichit had been wielding? I could see the wiry Thai shackled to a punishment bench, his surprisingly plump butt in the air. I could smell his sweat, his terror and his need, as I brought my lash down on his proffered flesh...

Of course, he'd never allow me to punish him in a public place, even among like-minded players. He'd die of shame. No, our sessions would have to remain strictly private. I wondered if he was craving another taste of my discipline yet. I licked my lips and pinched my nipple through the cotton of my brassiere. Next time, maybe I'd bind him to the bed frame. I wondered if his wife had ever fucked his ass. Would he let me?

As though in response to my fantasies, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello. This is Colonel Apichat speaking." He'd switched back to using English with me. That didn't bode well.

"Good afternoon, Colonel. How are you?" I worked hard to convey the warmth I felt via the conventional greeting.

"Please come meet me at your bar." There was a stiffness in his voice, a tension I didn't understand. "As soon as possible."

"What is it? Is it about the – the killings?"

"No – something else. Please be there by six, Madame."

"All right. I'd normally be at work by then anyway." I was already up and heading for the shower, puzzling over his odd inflection. "I'll see you at six." I decided to try teasing him. "Will you be wearing your belt?"

"Madame. Please." He did not sound amused. If I'd excited him, he hid it well. "Be there."

"Okay, okay. I'm practically on my way."

"Goodbye." He broke the connection without waiting for my response.

What was going on?

I slipped into the guest room to check on Oy before I left.

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