Five Years Ago - Corby
“Good morning officer…?
“Corby.”
“Officer Corby. And what can our firm do for the City Police?”
Bech offers a photograph. “We’re looking for this young woman. She goes by the name of Jennifer Bennett, among others. I understand your practice is representing her in her divorce.”
Vincenzo regards the man in front of him without favour. He glances briefly at the photograph then returns his attention to Officer Corby. He does not speak.
And he finds he agrees with what the young Mr Bennett told him. There is something about the police officer he does not care for. Mr Vincenzo has served his clients for many years and his antennae are twitching.
A cloud passes over Corby’s face. “Is your firm representing this woman or not?”
Vincenzo sits back in his seat, behind his desk. Made of some beautifully polished dark wood and topped by green leather embossed in gold filigree, it makes a wide barrier behind the two representatives of the Law. He does not invite Corby to sit.
“Since you are here, I assume you are already aware that we are representing Mrs Bennett in her divorce proceedings.”
“And where would I find Mrs Bennett?” demands the cop.
Vincenzo removes his spectacles, folding them closed and placing them carefully on the desktop. “I am sure that I do not need to remind a police officer of the obligations of client confidentiality. You are surely fully aware that I cannot simply hand out that kind of information about a client….” He pauses. “…. Even were I inclined to do so.”
His voice notching up a note or two. “I could get a warrant.”
“Yes, you could,” agrees the lawyer mildly. “And when you do, this practice will be happy to supply all the information the law requires.” The officer’s hands ball into fists. “Perhaps,” enquires the lawyer, “you could give me a little detail on why the police wish to trace my client?”
“She is wanted on suspicion of receiving stolen goods, extracting money by deception, theft….”
“And you can, of course, supply me with the evidence relating to these misdemeanours?”
Corby changes tack. “We do not wish to prosecute this young woman. We are hopeful that with appropriate counselling and training she can be diverted from the course she has apparently chosen.”
The lawyer nods. “Indeed? A great deal of effort for one young woman in such a large city. With everything else that is happening…. Car theft rising, increased incidence of violent crime, the business at Blessingmoors….”
Corby’s eyes go flat. “And why do you mention Blessingmoors?” he asks, his voice neutral.
“It is in the headlines right now.”
“And you think Jennifer Bennett is connected to Blessingmoors?”
“Do you?”
The cop’s colour is rising, flushing up his neck and face in a tide. Tension crackles.
The desk-phone buzzes. “Mr Vincenzo, I have Mr Martingdale here for this two o’clock appointment.”
“Thank you, Becky. I’ll just be a couple of minutes.” He turns to the red-faced Corby. “Is there anything else officer?”
“Apparently not.” Corby nods curtly, turns and leaves, slamming the door as he exits.
*****
James
And I’m finally out of the hospital. Alright, we’re not back home yet, but I can cope happily with staying in Richard and Beth’s beach house escape for as long as it takes.
Over the last few days, I have been feeling increasingly well. Movement is easier, and the pain less liable to snatch at me unawares.
I think it must show and it’s not escaped my attention that recently, Charlotte has been ‘dressing to please’.
She’s waiting for me to make the first move….
Somehow, my courage so far has failed me. I don’t want to get back in the saddle again only to find that the horse is too fast for me….
…. Yet….
But today, I feel well and whole and hale…. And it has been some time since I last enjoyed my Jade-Eyes the way I know she wants me to.
I take it carefully, easing myself into a comfortable position on the couch, my injured leg outstretched, chin resting on a fist on the arm of my chair.
And, thus far unnoticed, I watch my mermaid.
She’s reading….
…. Her second-favourite entertainment.…
Her eyes rise over the top of her book in a casual glance….
…. Just checking in….
…. then widen as she sees me watching her.
Her head tilts and a smile like a sunrise breaks across her face. “How are you now, Master? Feeling better?”
“Better? Yes, you could say I’m feeling better.”
She tucks a slip of paper into the pages of her book….
…. No corner folding….
…. places it to one side then moves to kneel by me.
Her long hair swishes with her movement and in time with long laces to the front of her blouse. Doubtless, she has chosen these for their temptation value. Certainly, they’re making my fingers itchy. I want to pull and tease at them until the blouse opens to give me her lovely breasts.
But for now, I stroke her face….
“What would you like, Master?”
her, my injury nips at me; a
over the arm of my seat, leaning in and dangling those laces
It’s working too….
where her blouse billows outwards with a delectable hint of
look up
beside us on the couch. Hands clasped behind his head, he leans back, silent and watchful, but also with his lips curving at the corners. His eyes crinkle as Charlotte edges in closer to me so that as I unravel the laces, her breasts are presented
“God, you smell good….”
go into the bedroom, Master? I think it would be easier for you
“Mmm… yes.”
from one leg and the arm of the
Fuck off….
a freakin’
him away with a
up, “Sorry. Only trying to help.”
He’s your friend….
apologise. “I’m not dealing with this very well, am I?” And as I limp through to the bedroom, I try to
Christ….
I
how it’s
a little parted, exchanges glances with Michael. “Would you be more comfortable standing
without prompting, she leans forward over the
after
Which dismisses my ill humour and brings me
very white. “Anytime, Master. Just say
Amen!
hands over her, relishing her contours and the rising scent of her arousal. There’s a small but growing stain on her panties and my shaft is pressing against my pants in pleasant anticipation of what is to
to get my fingers and
side of her panties, I pull downwards, and as I tug, the pain flares through my thigh
there, his arms
the years we've known each
need any fucking help….” I
besides….” He stands back, rubbing the back of his neck. “For God’s sake man, I don’t think you’ve taken on board yet, just how close you
to me how lucky I am still to be
between us, but she
no shame in taking time to recover from that. Now, if you would cut out the stiff-necked pride, and let us help you, we
my Jade, I see the gloss to her eyes where she is trying to hold back
almost died for
Jade….
C’mon, be a man….
put the apology into my voice. “You’re right of course, both
said that it will take you a few months to properly heal. You’ll be yourself again, but you do need to take it easy for a
And you’ll help me….
raises brows with a
“What
you’ll soon be stronger, and
about the size of it, isn’t it? Alright. You win. I’ll lie down. I’m sure you can
to curse, I ease myself onto the bed, sucking air between my teeth as I
a glass of wine? It’ll relax you a
“Excellent idea.”
strides off,
be so grumpy. I’m not used to being
behind her eyes and
It’s not her
Try….
…. Calm down….
Master. You’re
so much to be able to
love to me, Master. Just by being you.” She sits beside me, stroking my hair, kissing my fingers.
as it dawns on me
able to
Would I lose you?
eyes are warm and soft, lids lowered a little, but
I’ll never lose you….
“Of course it is.”
she stands up and back, removes her blouse and
bra, her breasts sway loose and heavy, the nipples soft yet and begging to be teased
down her skirt in a graceful movement. Her panties follow. And
And I could weep.
that I came so close
so close to
did it
will I ever remember
where she snuggles close to me. The wine is crisp and cool and perfect, the flutes misting over as he passes them to Charlotte
my leg, gulp down a couple of mouthfuls, pretending not to notice as Michael first waits
its magic the tension in me, both physical and emotional, eases. Putting her glass to one side, she turns in my arms, manoeuvring to stroke palms over me. As her hands glide over my chest and stomach, my heart, which I had not realised was hammering at
give in
can’t be a Dom all
Let her take charge….
unbuttons my shirt, slipping a hand under my shoulders to support me as she slides it free and pulls it away. Unbelting then unzipping me, she stoops to kiss my stomach as she slides my trousers
background, I’m vaguely aware that Michael is also undressing. Then he sits again with his wineglass,
she winds them through her fingertips. The sensation is odd but not unpleasant and
it’s a slow, smoky kind of build. There is no urgency. Relaxing, I semi-close my eyes and let
slides a hand over me, chest, belly and south. She avoids my flaccid shaft but
slide over the scar on my thigh. She looks away from it
bother her? Seeing
stomach tumbles once more at that
she found me
it too. She moves to straddle my legs across the knees, stroking her body and displaying herself to
the same time as he reaches for her breasts, tugging at her nipples with thumb and forefinger. He’s being deliberately rough, making
she