Le Français
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Chapter 96
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 96 - 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...
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It was late, and Marc hadn’t turned on the lights again after slipping out of bed. Sinead was deep enough asleep that he doubted an earthquake could have woken her up.
He was physically exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep even with the redhead bundled up in his arms. The sex, the culmination of the game they’d been playing, the heady adrenaline of a woman like her giving him her ass for the first time - it was enough to keep sleep away for the time being. So he’d slipped from the bed and quietly headed back downstairs, fetching his laptop.
A half hour of checking up on work emails was always an easy way to distract himself from more high-strung items and start his body on the path to relaxing after a long day. Not that he found work boring, but it was all very mundane, even when it was dramatic. Even office politics were enough of a distraction, not that he had to deal with emails about that very often. He chose his team carefully, and Jillian kept him apprised of any looming issues that she couldn’t squash herself.
The issue was that it had been an hour and a half since he’d snuck downstairs, and he was still on his laptop, chewing on the inside of his cheek and gripping the stem of his wineglass tightly.
The email that had come in late that evening was the first one he’d checked, and it had kept his attention for the last ninety minutes.
Monsieur Fornier,
Vous êtes un homme très intéressant. J’ai hâte de faire votre connaissance dans les semaines à venir. Sachez que vous avez quitté mon champ de vision et que vous êtes désormais à la limite de mon attention. Marchez prudemment, Monsieur Fornier. Si nous devons nous rencontrer, ce sera parce que votre curiosité vous aura conduit dans la gueule du loup.
Le Français.
P.S. - Veuillez informer votre amie que, si elle mettait davantage son nez dans mes affaires, aucune mesure de sécurité ne pourrait m’empêcher de pénétrer son système et de l’empêcher de m’irriter davantage.
The attached image was of Astrid, taken from what looked like a webcam in the dark, at her workstation. Marc had never been to her home or seen her personal office, but based on the desk chair she was sitting in, her heavily relaxed state of dress, wearing a very loose tank top with one of her breasts showing through a shifted armhole, and the look of concentration on her face, she couldn’t be anywhere else.