Le Français
Copyright© 2024 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 98
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 98 - 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
Jules was waiting for her when Sinead walked into the busy Starbucks, and the redhead immediately felt a pit open up in her gut. Just the look on her partner’s face told her that Sinead was in for it. She got into line and tried to act casual.
To be fair, Jules had warned her that she’d be grilling her for details. Before last night, that had seemed like a bump in the road heading towards what she’d been wanting for a long while. Now that Marc had finally... progressed their whole thing, in the aftermath, Sinead wanted nothing more than to never talk to Jules again so she wouldn’t get pressed for those same details.
Sinead put in her order, needing to repeat herself three times to the new barista, but somehow not feeling herself getting frustrated. She was trying so hard not to think that she actually found a moment of zen as she repeated that she wanted a large coffee with a splash of milk, no syrups, no special vegan milks, no extra food. Just coffee. And how to spell her name.
Jules was sitting close enough to the counter where they handed out the drinks that Sinead couldn’t procrastinate any further, so she swallowed hard and went over to the table her friend was occupying. “Hey,” she said. “Any news on the arrests from yesterday? No one’s snaked our collars and cut deals with them or anything, have they?”
It was a valid question - everyone knew financial crimes, and other non-violent or drug-related crimes, were considered fair game if a perp had information on something bigger, badder or with more publicity. It also happened to be a distraction question.
And Jules knew it.
“Nope, all our guys are bundled up tight,” Jules said. “How was last night?”
Sinead shot her a pointed look as she was taking off her leather coat. It was early March, but there had been another cold snap. No snow, but that didn’t stop the wind from biting. “It was fine,” she said stubbornly. “This morning was more interesting.”
“Oh, really?” Jules asked, raising an eyebrow and starting to smirk.
“Fuck off, not like that,” Sinead scoffed, sitting down and rolling her eyes. “Two things happened. First, I met Marc’s mysterious ‘friend’ who was helping him with getting some of the information he handed over to me.”
“Wait, like, a hacker?” Jules asked, her smarmy expression dropping as she frowned and leaned forward, lowering her voice.
“Exactly,” Sinead said. “She just showed up at his place, and I’ll get to why in a second, but she can’t be older than twenty-five and is kind of a cunt.”
“What kind of cunt?” Jules grimaced. “Like she’s difficult just for the sake of being difficult, or she’s going to circle back around on you and blackmail you because of the things she’s done for your stupid off-book shenanigans?”
“Hey,” Sinead said defensively. “All of that led to the past week of arrests, and whatever else we can grab this week.”
“Good results don’t have to come from good actions,” Jules said. “Just like good intentions don’t guarantee good results. Do I really need to spell out every stupid thing you did?”
“ ... Fine, fuck,” Sinead grunted, shaking her head. She’d known the whole time she was walking the line. A lot. “I think she’s more of a ‘difficult because it’s fun for her’ kind of cunt. If she did pull some shit, I think Marc would be able to call her on it and make her stop.”
“Wait, is he fucking her, too?” Jules asked. “She’s not the girlfriend, right? Please tell me she’s not the girlfriend.”
“No, no,” Sinead said, blushing a little just at the thought of Felicity. Every time she thought of the woman, she was reminded of her unseen lips and tongue in places that felt so good. “The hacker isn’t the girlfriend. But Marc did admit that they’d, um, fooled around before. Just not often. Clashing styles, I guess.”
“Right,” Jules said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “So the hacker shows up. Out of the blue?”
“Ish,” Sinead said, starting to grimace herself, and she pulled out her phone to bring up the email Marc had forwarded. “So, last night, Marc got this. He sent it to her last night, so she came over to talk about it, and that’s when I found out. Apparently, he thought I should finish breakfast before he told me.”
“So he made you breakfast,” Jules said, flashing a smirk at her, then frowned as she started reading.
“Sin-ee-ad?” a barista called from the counter.
“Fuck me,” Sinead sighed, going to grab her drink.
Jules was done reading when she sat back down, passing the phone back over. “That’s kind of...”
“Fucked?” Sinead filled in. “Scary? Proof?”
“I was going to say vague,” Jules corrected her.
“It was sent from a brand new address from inside Marc’s company,” Sinead said. “They deal with big financial shit, that’s not an easy thing to do. You have to admit that I might actually be right.”
“About the mysterious ‘French,’” Jules said, shaking her head. “Fine, if this is real, then you might be right. It could also just be Marc trying to stay relevant because he’s chasing your tail some more.”
He doesn’t need to chase it, I’ve been chasing him, Sinead thought, trying not to blush again. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about the way she’d been acting the last couple of months. And the conversation with Marc - after he’d squeezed a couple of orgasms out of her on his couch like he was trying to get every last bit of toothpaste out of the tube - had only made things more muddled in her mind. Once they were both dressed, she’d kind of been expecting an awkward exit, but he’d sat her down at the kitchen island with a serious look on his face and wanted to talk about the sex they’d had. That was already weird enough of an experience; Sinead had never discussed sex with her past partners, especially not in an analytical way. The most would have been answering her ex asking ‘was that good?’
But Marc went into detail, first about everything they’d done. What she’d liked, what she didn’t like. How her ass was feeling, and ways that she could make sure the ache died down, and to lessen it further in the future. The hardest thing for her to talk about had been if she had any desires for things she’d like to try in the future. All of her sexual fantasies lately had been about what they’d already done, and taking Marc up her ass already felt like a hell of a step. Particularly because he still hadn’t actually fucked her pussy, even if it didn’t feel like he’d neglected it in any way.
The really weird part, though, had been him talking about not getting caught up in chasing the feelings she’d had the night before. She knew it had been different last night. Not just the fact that they’d been doing anal sex, but that something else had been going on. At times, she’d felt like she was floating, just existing in exquisite pleasure. Being used by him in a way that was entirely about her, and not about him, though that didn’t feel like it made sense. He’d called it ‘Sub Space’ and warned her that some people found it almost addictive because of how it shook their spiritual and sexual foundations, and just like anything else, an addiction like that could lead to dark places.
Sinead didn’t think she had to worry about that. The experience last night had been like a great, euphoric night where you got drunk, but not too drunk, and everyone else was perfectly drunk like that as well, and the vibe of the entire night was blissful and communal. It hadn’t been heroin.
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