“Hello, sweetie,” there was no wondering who the woman stroking back her hair was, her eyes were exactly the same shade of Victor’s and there were shadows of him in the shape of her nose and the high cheekbones.“Natalia.” Mirage’s voice was a croak. “Vice and Victor?”“The boys are fine, so don’t you worry about them,” Natalia adjusted the bed, until Mirage was sitting up enough to drink, and held a cup with a straw to her mouth. “You are alright, my darling.”“I feel awful,” Mirage admitted, sinking back into the cushions. “Where is Vice and Victor?”“Nicola has taken those boys in hand and taken them home for showers and food,” Natalia replied. “They were starting to smell.”“How long has it been?” Vice and Victor were not the only ones who smelled, Mirage noted, wrinkling her nose. “I need a shower and toothbrush.”“It is Saturday morning,” Natalia said. “I will ring the nurse.”There were flowers, cards, and balloons all around the room. “Oh, wow,” Mirage said. “Who are all these
“Are you ready?” Vice asked her, his voice low. “If you feel tired…”Mirage could hear the music pouring out of the venue in the occasional breaks in the roar from the crowds gathered around the red carpet as the limousine driver opened the door. The crowd pressed against the barricades trying to see who was in the car.“I am fine,” she assured him. “Fit as a fiddle.”Both he and Victor would happily have kept her home and in bed forever more, she thought, amused.Vice lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles before releasing her. She watched him slide elegantly out of the car, something only he could do, she was certain. The man simply oozed elegance in every movement, like a sleekly coated panther.She heard the crowds scream his name, excitement rising the pitch, and the flash as cameras went into a frenzy, and his laughter, enjoying their admiration. Vain boy, Natalia called him fondly. As usually, Victor’s mother was entirely correct. But Mirage loved the vain boy.“Re
“I would do him,” Shadow decided. They both watched the black-haired PI drinking his coffee at a table on the other side of the room. The PI was hot, Vixen agreed as she stirred her ice coffee with a spoon. Whilst not as big physically as Shadow, who could have easily played football like his former-pro father but preferred the drums, and who often had to duck his head in doorways, the PI was still a large man, around six-foot, built lean, though his shoulders filled the leather jacket nicely, and she would bet he had nice arms – a man did not get that V shape without working out. He had a fine arse on him too, displayed nicely by his habitual jeans, as both she and Shadow had reason to observe in tailing the man around over the last couple of weeks. Ten am, Fridays, coffee, black, and half an hour on his laptop in the café, same table if he could get it, facing out towards the windows. Between ten fifteen and ten twenty, depending on whether she was behind, his mother would walk
Gregory Holmsworth’s country house was set behind a very serious f–k off fence, topped with spikes, and guarded by a security team twenty-four seven. Once admitted past the gates, the drive stretched forever through tree-filled gardens, until suddenly the house appeared through the greenery.It was a very serious looking house, as if Gregory had instructed the architect to make it look like something from a gothic horror film. Beautiful, but forbidding, with a hint that entry did not come with any guarantee of exit.Vixen was not a delicate flower, and in her twenty-six years of life, she had learnt that there were some people that just had decayed souls, and that the law only went so far towards controlling them, but Gregory was a good guy, for all his shady side. She trusted her sense of people, it was what made her a good Domme, and had never led her astray.She parked the Ferrari neatly between a Maserati and a Porsche. Nice, she thought, wishing she could take a snap for her soci
Vixen went to the wall of toys and dragged her hand along them as she decided what to use.“What the f–king sort of kinky shit is this?” The man declared loudly as he was dragged in between Thomas and another man whose name she did not know. He was a little bruised and bloody, sporting a black eye and split lip, but was still spitting defiance as he took in the room, and then saw Shadow. “Oh, f-k, what the f-k?” Sudden fear struck him.The fisting glove, she decided, selecting it from the wall. “Hello, princess,” she purred, turning to the side so he had the full effect of the strap on as she eased her hand into the glove, and waved her fingers at him, so he could admire the variety of textures available. “Gregory has invited me to play today. I like to play.”He began to scream as they stripped him and put him on the bench, and then she and Shadow had to leave the room as he began to talk. When they walked back into the main room, Gregory stood. She wriggled her now bare fingers at h
Raven regarded the office building from the bus stop across the road. Night had set in, and the streets were busy in the pleasant weather. Friday night, ten pm, everyone had finished dinner and were out for a night of drinking and dancing in their sexiest best wear. Except him, he thought ruefully. And, presumably, Vixen.The foyer of the building was lit, the sort of after-hours lighting designed to discourage vandalism or break ins, but the rest of the building was dark. Not a single light on. No late-night workers, no night shifts, no dedicated, trying to earn a promotion, die-hard showing their determination at their work desk after everyone else went home. No sign of espionage.There was a steady stream of cars into the underground carpark, however, and every now and again, people would approach the side door tucked into the pedestrian-only alley between skyscrapers. Usually in one, or twos, they rang a bell, and there was a pause, before the door was opened to admit them.Raven
It would be very unwise, Raven thought, to get into a car with this woman. She had some part in Gregory Holmsworth’s business, a business which had some very dangerous elements and connections. Even if her role in the business was legit, her association with Gregory, and Raven’s job as a PI, meant that the two of them arranging to meet placed them both in danger should he learn of it.Vice and Victor were counting on him, and he had never taken on a job that he had not seen through to completion. He had his professional pride, damn it.“F-k it.” Raven was sure that he was going to die, but he had a feeling that he would not mind when it happened. He opened the door and slid in. The seats were form fitting and threaded with red. As she started the engine, the sound system roared out, and he recognised the song as one of Mirage’s man hating anthems. He wondered if that was on purpose.He still could not believe that Vice and Victor had gone there. Sure, Mirage was sizzling hot, and had
“There are a hundred things I could do,” Raven said as he turned the car’s ignition. “To attract attention as I drive. Hazard lights, erratic driving, breaking suddenly… A police car pulls by, and suddenly you and Shadow back there are under arrest for kidnapping me.”“Yeah,” she grinned. “But you are not going to do that, are you, Raven?”No, he agreed ruefully, he wasn’t going to do that. He wanted to see what she would do next. He wanted her to do him again.“Where are we going?” He asked.“Your place,” she grinned at him.“Alright,” he had a moment where he found himself regretting not making the bed that morning. He was being kidnapped, he reminded himself, not bringing a date back to his place for a bit of a tumble. But, man, he hoped there was a tumble involved. “Is this another audition?”Shadow chuckled.Vixen licked her lips and smirked, reaching over into his lap, her nails rasping the knap of his jeans as she stroked up the inside of his thigh. “Someone is hopeful.”“F-k,”