Le Français
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Chapter 100
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 100 - On the hunt for the mysterious crimelord 'Le Français,' Detective Sinead Connors meets financial wizz Marc Fornier. When she needs his help in her investigation, Marc decides that she can pay him back through a little game...
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Crime BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts Slow
This was probably an awful idea. Sinead knew it.
No, it wasn’t just awful, it was borderline stalkerish.
OK, it was more than borderline.
That thought made her scooch down a little more in her seat, her knees bumping against the bottom of her steering wheel. She’d parked her car just far enough down the street that Marc probably wouldn’t notice it if he left his building, and where he definitely couldn’t see it if he looked out one of his condo windows, but where she could get a clear view of everyone going in and out of the building.
Marc had sent her flowers on Tuesday - to her home, not to her desk, proving he already understood her better than her ex. Getting a bouquet of flowers on her birthday or anniversary in a building full of cops? Explainable, even if it was likely to get her some ribbing. Receiving the same gift on a random Tuesday? Way too many questions, and way more ribbing. Near the end of their marriage, her ex had done that after a particularly bad fight where he knew he was in the wrong, and all it had done was make her life harder.
What Marc hadn’t done was ask her out again yet. He’d texted her, following up on that conversation from Sunday before she’d left. Asking how she was, how she felt, if she was recovering. She’d tried to hint that she was ready to go on Wednesday. Then she’d sent him a saucy picture that night.
OK, it hadn’t been ‘saucy,’ it had been lewd. She’d been wearing lingerie, and the buttplug, and the view had featured the fact that the puttplug was visible between her cheeks as the thong did little to hide it. His reaction had been appropriate and complimentary, but he hadn’t invited her over. He hadn’t ordered her to come over.
So today she’d asked earlier if he was available that night, and he apologised and said that he had plans, but told her to keep her Saturday open.
Saturday was a plan, but Sinead had naturally wondered what plans he had that a chance at bending her over his bed, couch or anywhere else in his apartment wasn’t more enticing. The answer was obvious - he was seeing Felicity tonight.
When she realised that, the intrusive thoughts started to wander through her mind like they were whistling innocently, but were really just drawing her attention.
Sinead still hadn’t met Felicity. Marc was keeping her a ‘secret’ for now as part of his Dom/sub game, but if the whole thing was a game, why couldn’t Sinead make some moves as well?
She knew where Felicity would be during a likely time. It wouldn’t be that hard to at least catch a glimpse of the woman who had licked Sinead’s pussy, right?
“I’m so fucking fucked,” Sinead muttered to herself, taking a sip from her soda cup and eyeing the couple walking up the street towards Marc’s building. The guy wasn’t the right size for Marc, so she dismissed them. She hadn’t been sure what time specifically Felicity would show up, so she’d rushed out at the end of her shift and grabbed a quick dinner from the old Golden Arches before settling in for her mini-stakeout. Now, her burger and fries gone and her stomach complaining at the heavily processed food, she was feeling like maybe she’d put a toe over the line of reasonableness.
A car pulled up, and Sinead realised it had passed by about a minute earlier, and then pulled into a parking spot across the street. She squinted, narrowing her eyes, but it was two guys in the front seat. She relaxed again.