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might be behind Katrina’s murder.”
Stone nodded. “I was thinking the same thing,” he admitted. “But I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as you expect.”
Celia arched her eyebrows. “Really? Why?”
“Because you said The Cage was a BDSM club.”
“So?”
Stone shrugged. “So in my experience, BDSM clubs are for Doms and subs. They are not the kind of club you just walk into. They’re not like a bar, Celia. They’re a lot more exclusive, and a lot more discerning.”
Celia frowned. For a moment, the determination in her eyes flickered and wavered. She took her cell phone from her handbag and perched on the edge of the bed. Stone watched her touch buttons on the hand-held screen for several seconds.
“The Cage represents the ultimate BDSM pleasure parlor on the west coast for fetish lovers,” she said, apparently reading this information from her phone. Stone sat on the bed beside her. Their legs brushed together. Celia made no move to pull away from the warm tingling press of Stone’s thigh against her own. She could feel the muscled resilience of him through the denim of his jeans. She felt her cheeks flush brightly.
Stone leaned close and glanced at the screen of the cell phone. Celia was reading from an internet page. Stone smiled wryly. He had a cell phone, but it was one of the cheap re-charge models that sold for just a few bucks, and if his phone did anything more than take and make calls, he certainly didn’t know about it.
“Entry is restricted to couples who enjoy the lifestyle. Visiting Masters and their subs are most welcome.” Celia continued reading, plucking out the relevant pieces of text and repeating them.
On the small screen, Stone could see a couple of interior photos, but they were dark and offered no detail or insight into what they might expect if they made it through the front door.
Celia shut down the page. She sighed heavily. Stone sat back and thought hard. “If you want to get inside that club legitimately, then it’s going to have to be as a couple,” he said. “A couple that lives the lifestyle.”
Celia gazed at him. “You said legitimately. Do you have another option?”
Stone shrugged. “I could break in,” he said simply. “I could gain entry late tonight and take a look around – but I don’t see how that is going to help us. We need to talk to people. We need to find a couple of submissives who are active members at The Cage, and talk to them,” Stone said, rationalizing his thoughts as he spoke. “Most likely, they will be the people who remember Katrina, and know her. If she really was deeply immersed in the lifestyle, it’s going to be other women in a similar world who will be the most help to us. If anyone knows who might have murdered your sister, it will be other submissive women she associated with.”
Celia glanced away, and then back again. She took a deep breath. “ You’re right,” she said. She sprang from the bed suddenly and started pacing across the floor. Stone watched her. Said nothing. She was taking brisk short steps, her arms wrapped around her shoulders, just as she had the day before, like she was winding herself up the way a boxer might do before a big fight.
Finally she stopped pacing and turned. She was light on her feet like a dancer, her long legs and the narrowness of her waist somehow emphasized by the way she was standing. She looked long and hard at Stone. “I’ll do whatever it takes to find Katrina’s killer, Jack. Whatever it takes, and whatever that means.”
Stone said nothing. He held her gaze and waited.
Celia relaxed her stance. She dropped her hands to her side. Stone watched the rise and fall of her breasts under the sheer fabric of her blouse as she suddenly caught her breath and spoke so softly that he barely caught her words.
“I want you to make me your submissive,” she said.
There was a long silence. Stone said nothing.
“You’re an experienced BDSM master, right?” Celia
Stone nodded. “I was thinking the same thing,” he admitted. “But I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as you expect.”
Celia arched her eyebrows. “Really? Why?”
“Because you said The Cage was a BDSM club.”
“So?”
Stone shrugged. “So in my experience, BDSM clubs are for Doms and subs. They are not the kind of club you just walk into. They’re not like a bar, Celia. They’re a lot more exclusive, and a lot more discerning.”
Celia frowned. For a moment, the determination in her eyes flickered and wavered. She took her cell phone from her handbag and perched on the edge of the bed. Stone watched her touch buttons on the hand-held screen for several seconds.
“The Cage represents the ultimate BDSM pleasure parlor on the west coast for fetish lovers,” she said, apparently reading this information from her phone. Stone sat on the bed beside her. Their legs brushed together. Celia made no move to pull away from the warm tingling press of Stone’s thigh against her own. She could feel the muscled resilience of him through the denim of his jeans. She felt her cheeks flush brightly.
Stone leaned close and glanced at the screen of the cell phone. Celia was reading from an internet page. Stone smiled wryly. He had a cell phone, but it was one of the cheap re-charge models that sold for just a few bucks, and if his phone did anything more than take and make calls, he certainly didn’t know about it.
“Entry is restricted to couples who enjoy the lifestyle. Visiting Masters and their subs are most welcome.” Celia continued reading, plucking out the relevant pieces of text and repeating them.
On the small screen, Stone could see a couple of interior photos, but they were dark and offered no detail or insight into what they might expect if they made it through the front door.
Celia shut down the page. She sighed heavily. Stone sat back and thought hard. “If you want to get inside that club legitimately, then it’s going to have to be as a couple,” he said. “A couple that lives the lifestyle.”
Celia gazed at him. “You said legitimately. Do you have another option?”
Stone shrugged. “I could break in,” he said simply. “I could gain entry late tonight and take a look around – but I don’t see how that is going to help us. We need to talk to people. We need to find a couple of submissives who are active members at The Cage, and talk to them,” Stone said, rationalizing his thoughts as he spoke. “Most likely, they will be the people who remember Katrina, and know her. If she really was deeply immersed in the lifestyle, it’s going to be other women in a similar world who will be the most help to us. If anyone knows who might have murdered your sister, it will be other submissive women she associated with.”
Celia glanced away, and then back again. She took a deep breath. “ You’re right,” she said. She sprang from the bed suddenly and started pacing across the floor. Stone watched her. Said nothing. She was taking brisk short steps, her arms wrapped around her shoulders, just as she had the day before, like she was winding herself up the way a boxer might do before a big fight.
Finally she stopped pacing and turned. She was light on her feet like a dancer, her long legs and the narrowness of her waist somehow emphasized by the way she was standing. She looked long and hard at Stone. “I’ll do whatever it takes to find Katrina’s killer, Jack. Whatever it takes, and whatever that means.”
Stone said nothing. He held her gaze and waited.
Celia relaxed her stance. She dropped her hands to her side. Stone watched the rise and fall of her breasts under the sheer fabric of her blouse as she suddenly caught her breath and spoke so softly that he barely caught her words.
“I want you to make me your submissive,” she said.
There was a long silence. Stone said nothing.
“You’re an experienced BDSM master, right?” Celia
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