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Confessions of a Las Vegas Domme - May 31, 2011
Chapter Two
Detective Bryce Aston wound his way past the press of bodies gyrating to the techno beat blaring from the speakers. The light breeze was a welcome relief from the summer heat. The bi-level dance floor located on the twenty-ninth floor opened to the Las Vegas night, the skyline stunning. Glittering lights from below melded with the towering high rise casinos on the strip beckoning like a high priced hooker whispering promises impossible to deliver.
VIP seating lined both sides of the large floor, mostly ignored by the partiers seeming to prefer the press of bodies, sweat and perfume. Tempest hadn’t changed much in the last year and a half, if not for the information he needed Bryce wouldn’t be here now. Since his promotion to the Crime Scene Investigation unit he had very little time for a personal life. Pushing through the throng he headed toward the inner sanctum of the nightclub where the music dropped a few decibels allowing people to talk instead of shout at each other.
His shoulders relaxed as the press of people eased around him. Scanning the crowd he found the two familiar faces he was searching for moving toward the stairs leading to what he knew held the private rooms of the owners of Tempest. Cody Mallory and Luke Cortez sensed his approach, recognition showing on their faces as they came toward him. They separated, revealing the most stunning brunette.
His gaze slid over the thick wavy hair cascading down her back and framing her small oval face. Tall with curves in just the right places. Her breasts filled the small leather halter top, plunging into a deep v. He wanted to trail his mouth over the swells of smooth olive skin down to the flat of her bare stomach. The leather mini skirt she wore dipped low, enhancing her small waist and seemingly endless legs. He imagined them wrapped tight around his waist as he drove into her.
Oh yeah he definitely wanted some of that.
His eyes moved back to her face to find she had given him a once over and, by the heat in her gaze, liked what she saw. His cock hardened with a surge of desire.
“Bryce? Damn I wondered where the hell you went to.” Cody clapped a hand on his shoulder while Luke gave him a warm handshake.
“No rest for the wicked or the weary as they say.” Bryce smiled, his eyes never leaving the exquisite brunette watching the exchange.
“We tried to warn you about taking that promotion but would you listen?” Cody stated dryly.
“You look like the job agrees with you.” Luke added.
“This is Angelina Langston a very good friend of ours. Angelina may I introduce Detective Bryce Aston.”
“Detective? You’re a cop?” His cock jerked in response to the low seductive purr of her voice.
Cody interjected before Bryce could reply. “CSI, to be exact,” Cody herded them up the stairs. “We tried to dissuade him. Even tried to entice him with a partnership in the club, but – no go. He can be one stubborn SOB.”
“You think everyone is stubborn if they don’t do what you want.”Angel laughed. The sound brought to mind all kinds of sexual positions Bryce would love to get her into if given the chance.
Pushing the tantalizing images from his head he focused on the here and now. “And how did you get mixed up with these troublemakers?”
“They came to one of my seminars. Afterward, I found them hanging around to talk to me and well,” She shrugged. “We hit it off and the rest, as they say, is history.”
“You a teacher?” A round of laughter erupted from all three of them and Bryce suddenly felt like an outsider.
Angel smiled up at Bryce and all his blood went south to form a raging hard on. “I’m a therapist. I specialize in sexual relations.” She replied.
Clearly a tight friendship had developed between the threesome. He wondered how close. He knew about Cody and Luke’s relationship, how they were equally interested in women as they were in men. Hell, he had enjoyed them as lovers. They met at Berkley in California and formed a close friendship from the first day. After college they moved to Las Vegas. Opportunities abounded there, and with Bryce settled on a career in law enforcement, Vegas more than anywhere else beckoned with the sweet promise of employment.
Bryce enrolled in police academy. Cody and Luke pooled their resources and those of their families to build a small empire with Desert Passage. It began as a small casino and grew slowly over the last ten years into the most impressive Casino and nightclub in town.
They were still chuckling as they reached the top floor. A large sitting room overlooked the Las Vegas strip and the two dance floors. Floor to ceiling glass enclosed provided a sense of privacy. Plush black chairs flanked oblong coffee tables. Three doors on each side of the horse shoe shaped lounge led to cozy rooms where, for the right price, people could meet without the blaring music and press of bodies. Luke opened one of the doors and bade them enter.
A study of seduction in leather, two large recliners and a massive bed dominated the room. A fully stocked wet bar and bathroom to the right. A view similar to the main room occupied the entire left side of the room. The long curved glass window was smoky and Bryce realized, they could see out without the risk of others seeing them. A sleek black phone sat on one of the bedside tables and a flat screen TV hung on the wall by the door. Everything a person needed, right down to the bowl of condoms by the phone.
Remembering his purpose, Bryce dragged his eyes off the condoms and turned his attention to his two friends. “We need a place to talk for a minute.”
Luke frowned. “So, this is a business call?”
“Afraid so, it will only take a moment.” Bryce grimaced. His friend’s disappointment shone clearly, but there was no help for it.
Luke and Cody glanced at Angel. “Go on. Take care of business. I’ll be here when you get back.” She assured them.
Bryce gaze travelled back to Angel. Regret at having to leave her gnawed at him. Christ, when did he last get laid? Thinking about it, he realized months had passed since he last felt any desire to be with a woman. He really needed to get a life.
Following Cody and Luke out of the room, Bryce shut the door with a click. “Look guys, I know it’s been a long time since I touched base, alright?”
Cody folded his arms over his chest in a nonchalant pose. “What do you need?”
“You have heard about the Red Rope Stalker?”
“Is that the guy who stalks his victims before raping and robbing them? Leaves them tied up with a red rope?” Luke asked.
“That’s the guy.” Bryce sighed.
“Okay, what about him?” Cody frowned.
“We found his latest victim late last night. This time though, he killed. I found your business card on the body, Cody.”
“It could be anyone.” Cody growled, His tone clearly stating he did not like the implication. “Our cards are easy enough to come by. What are you implying, Bryce? If you think one of us is capable of murder…”
Bryce’s voice cut through Cody’s tirade like a gunshot. “I know you guys aren’t involved, but the fact remains – I found your card on the body. I know your handwriting, and it was your personal cell number scrawled across the back. Look, the thing is – I put my job on the line last night when I removed the evidence at the crime scene and came to you with it.” He reached into his shirt pocket and gave Cody a picture of the Vic in question. “Do you know this woman?”
Cody paled as he stared at the image of the woman. A red rope wrapped tightly around her slender throat, her eyes staring sightlessly into some point above her. “Fuck, that’s Cassie. She was supposed to call me but I never heard from her. Thought she blew me off. Who would do such a thing?” He demanded angrily.
“That is the million dollar question. When was the last time you saw Cassie?” Bryce kept his voice light not wanting to Cody to feel like a suspect.
“Three days ago. We hooked up here. I liked the look of her, she liked me and we got together. It was a solo run. Luke had other interests that night.” He smiled slightly at Luke before continuing, his dark eyes serious. “We enjoyed each other and decided to meet up again. That was the last time I talked to her.”
Bryce nodded, feeling like a heel for asking his friend these questions. Better him than some stranger. “I believe you, Cody. I’m sorry, man. I hope you understand I had to ask.”
“Yeah, of course it’s just… Christ I can’t believe this is happening, you know?” Cody looked shell shocked as he stared at Bryce. “Man, I gotta get out of here for a while.”
Luke came to Cody’s side, his face grave as his eyes locked onto Bryce.”I’m getting Cody out for some fresh air. Can you see to Angel? Tell her something came up for us?”
“Sure. No problem. I’m sorry to throw this news at you like this. I thought it would be better coming from me than some stranger grilling you.” Bryce took the photo out of Cody’s trembling hand and put it back into his shirt pocket.
He watched them leave. Why did it feel like he’d just lost his best friend? He wondered, and the hole in his chest seemed to expand. A tingle ran down the back of his neck and Bryce turned to find Angel standing at the door, her gaze guarded as she studied him.
“You came to deliver bad news.” Her voice was cool, detached as she watched him.
“Yeah, you can say that.” He sighed feeling suddenly old and tired.
“It isn’t your fault, you know.”
“Sure it is. I haven’t been around in a long time and when I do show up it’s to grill one of my best friends.” His voice held a touch of self-mockery tinged with self-reproach. Angel looked over her shoulder at the room then back at Bryce. She threw him a pointed look before disappearing inside. His cock jumped, one hundred percent on board with the open invite. Without thinking too hard about it, Bryce followed her into the room, shut the door and locked it.
His eyes riveted on Angel where she stood, hunger blazing in her clear green eyes. “Are you going to just stand there?” She asked in a husky tone that scraped against his skin and sent blood roaring in his ears. He didn’t know what it was about this woman but she pushed him to the very edge of his control with just the sound of her voice.
Bryce found himself closing the space between them. Crowding her back against the bed, his hands moved over her body, desperate to memorize the satin smooth curves and hollows. Her hands tugged at his shirt, urgently undoing the buttons until her hands found his warm skin beneath. She lightly caressed his chest, his body shuddering under the touch of her fingers as they traveled over his abs to the waist band of his jeans.
Bending toward her, Bryce captured her lips in a demanding kiss. His tongue delved deep as his fingers worked the ties at her back; the leather top, followed by her skirt and panties, slithered quietly to the floor. He groaned and broke away, the need to see her naked too strong to resist.
“God, you are beautiful.” He ground out in a voice graveled with the need. Her dark nipples puckered with arousal, he bent and took one in his mouth. His teeth scraped lightly over the tight bud before sucking on it with a hard pull. Her breath quickened and she arched into him. Nimble fingers pushed his jeans down his hips to tangle at his feet, his aching cock finally free between them.
Stepping out of his pants, he laid her on top the bed and removed his shirt before joining her. The musky smell of her arousal filled the air with a heady scent that bit into his control. He moved lower, hands spreading her thighs wide to give him a perfect view of her shaved, swollen pink pussy lips. Bryce fought not to come from the sight of her wet and ready for him. He gave her a long slow lick, savoring the taste of her thick cream in his mouth.
“Yes, more.” Angel gasped. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, hips rising to grind against his mouth.
His teeth grazed her clit then sucked against it hard before he plunged his tongue deep inside of her. Angel’s increasing moans of pleasure drowned out the faint sound of the music playing below them. He could tell she was close and moved his thumb over her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in a circular motion with ever increasing pressure while his mouth sucked her to climax. Her juices slid down his throat. Fuck, she tasted like a tangy spice cut with a hint of honey. Reluctantly, he left her dripping snatch to reach for the condoms when his phone rang. He thought about letting it go to voice mail but Angel pulled away from him and rolled off the bed to start dressing.
Crap!
With a frustrated groan, he retrieved the phone from his jeans and growled into it. The voice on the other end not one he was eager to hear. “Jason this better be fucking good or I’ll have your balls.” Grabbing his clothes, he gave her an apologetic look and mouthed, “wait here” before he headed to the bathroom and shut the door.
“Well fuck you too, my man. Better get down to Desert Inn and Spring Mountain we have another vic. Looks like our stalker was at it again.” Jason’s voice held a note of amusement. “Did I actually interrupt something?”
“That’s none of your damn business, asshole. Meet you in twenty.” He snapped ending the call with Jason’s laughter ringing in his ears.
Anxious, Bryce dressed quickly to get back to Angel. He found an empty room waiting for him. The woman he’d wanted to make plans with later long gone.
Come back for the next installment of Confessions of a Las Vegas Domme July 13, 2011
Copyright © 2011 Shannan Albright
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