“Master, may I speak?”
“Go ahead.”
“I may have a way to stop Sheriff Bunty closing you down.”
“Go on, you may tell me more, little sub.”
* * * *
Two hours later
“You have done well, little one.” Colt relaxed back in his chair and glanced at his new sub sitting opposite him. Kat didn’t seem at all disturbed by the experience in the punishment room. He guessed she’d relished the attention. Hopefully, she had given him the means to rid himself of Bunty’s constant interference once and for all. If it worked, then he could devote a lot more time to training her. His cock hardened at the thought of what he wanted to do to her.
Of course, there was the not so small matter of the large sum of money she still owed. Now that might prove more difficult. He steepled his hands together and tapped them against his chin as he looked at her. “Do not think you have redeemed yourself entirely, because I am not happy about the company you choose to keep. So while I sort out the Sheriff, I want you to go to our bedroom and prepare yourself for me.”
“Yes, of course, Master.” She rose from the chair and hesitated by the door. “What’s going to happen?”
“I’m going to introduce you to some BDSM play techniques.”
“Oh?”
“We’ll find out what your tolerances are, and then take it from there.”
“Techniques?”
“Simple and effective, Kat. Those are the best ones.” He raised his brows as she wavered at the door. “Is there anything else you want to say?”
“Do I get to know what they are in advance?”
“No. Anticipation is a key part of your training.”
“I see.”
He picked up the telephone. “I shouldn’t be more than an hour.” He began dialing the Sheriff’s number as Kat left the office. He knew she was worried, but that was part of his enjoyment. He could achieve wonders in a sub’s mind by stretching their anticipation of what was to come. It wasn’t just about control and sex. It was about the mindfuck, too.
A familiar voice answered the telephone on the third ring. “Sheriff Bunty’s office.”
“Hi, Abe, it’s Colt. We need to talk.”
“Look, son, I’m not gonna change my mind. I have probable cause. As soon as I’ve sorted the necessary paperwork, I’m applying for a search warrant. With the information I now have, it’s just a matter of time before Club Fusion closes its doors once and for all.”
Colt touched the package that Kat had given him. He smiled. “Are you sure about that, Abe? I have something here you might be interested in. I’m guessing you’d rather not have it made public knowledge.”
“Are you still trying to coerce an officer of the law, Colt?”
“Does the name Marlene Masters mean anything to you, Sheriff?”
The silence on the end of the line spoke volumes. Colt smiled as the Sheriff hurriedly said, “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Chapter Thirteen
True to his word, Sheriff Bunty’s cruiser turned up ten minutes later. This time, instead of going to greet him on the steps, Colt let the lawman come to the front door himself. As he stepped from the car and strode across the yard, Colt could see the worried look on his face. He certainly looked different than earlier in the day when he’d been strutting around like a show-bred schnauzer.
As he pushed the front door open, Colt met him in reception. “Come into the office, Abe. This won’t take too long.”
Bunty followed, clutching his hat nervously in his hands. “I’m presuming any information you’ve got comes from Marlene’s daughter Kat, and as such, it ain’t worth a hill of beans. You an’ that floozy of yours ain’t got nothing on me. Besides, I’ve been looking into Kat’s past, and she sure isn’t an angel. Katrina Masters is hardly a law-abiding citizen. She’s got previous. If I recall rightly, she has several convictions for minor misdemeanors. She was also charged with being drunk and disorderly in Pasadena, twice. If she’s the best you got, Colt, you got jack shit.”
Colt nodded, feeling sick to his stomach. “I see you’ve been doing a little digging, Abe.” Bunty had run a check on Kat just to cover his own back. Well, he might have unearthed some minor wrongdoings, but it made fuck all difference to the information he had on the potbellied lawman.
He casually picked up the bundle of letters neatly wrapped with a large pink bow that she’d given him and pulled one at random from the pile. He opened it up and began reading. “Marlene, you fucking prick tease. I saw you in Church on Sunday and I know you had no panties on. You deliberately hitched your skirt up so only I could see. You need a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry, girl, and I’m the guy to give it to you. When I come over tonight I’m going to rip off your clothes and fuck you over the nearest—”
“Enough, enough.” The Sheriff took a large handkerchief from his pocket and began dabbing his heated face. “Goddamn it, I told Marlene to destroy those fucking letters. She said she’d thrown them on the fire.” He pressed the crumpled linen square to his perspiring neck.
Colt lifted the bundle of letters from his desk. “Looks like she kept them all. Just shows you what love letters mean to a woman. Kat found them under the floorboards when she was clearing out the house. They clearly show you were having sexual relations with her mother, for a good ten years or more. They sure make interesting reading, don’t you agree?” He drew in a breath and tut-tutted. “And you with a wife and kids, too. By the way, Abe, how is your good lady wife Maisy these days, and your sons, Zach and Brandon? I went to school with those guys, and we were good friends back then, still keep in touch even today.”
“It’s not what you think, Colt. Marlene and I shared a real love affair when we were both much younger. I adored her. We spoke at length about me leaving Maisy and starting a new life together away from Fairfax. But like you said, I had kids to think about.”
“I’m not trying to destroy your life, Abe. Underneath all your piety, I think you’re a pretty regular sort of guy. I just want you to leave me alone, and stop busting my balls over the club. You know as well as I do that everything is legal and aboveboard here.”
Sheriff Bunty ran his fingers through the smattering of gray hair on his scalp. He looked irritated and deflated at the same time. “What about those lowlifes who turned up the other day, Colt? I can’t just ignore them.”
“I’m glad you brought that up. Kat borrowed some money from the wrong people, that’s all. They have nothing to do with Club Fusion. They’ve not invested in the club, and they’re not on the payroll. They have fuck all to do with anything. I never even knew who they were until you told me.” Colt took a deep breath. “Listen, Abe, what I propose is this. You don’t bring the information you have about these guys to the attention of the judge, and I won’t bring the attention of these letters to your good wife and those nosey journalists at the Fairfax Gazette. What do you say, Sheriff? Neither of us really want to hurt each other, do we? Besides, if you hurt me, you hurt Kat, and she’s Marlene’s daughter, the woman you loved.”
The Sheriff scratched his head. “I guess you’re speaking sense, Colt, and if you like, in memory of Kat’s dear mother, who recently passed away, I’m sure I could find a way to help. I’ve always been a fair man.”
“I know, Abe.” Colt moved across to his safe and opened it. In full view of the Sheriff, he placed the letters inside and then spun the dial. “I think you can safely say these letters have well and truly disappeared for good.”
“It’s all been a misunderstanding, Colt. You let me know when these guys come calling again. I’ll kick their sorry asses over the state line. But I’m telling you now, they’re the type that won’t take kindly to being shortchanged.”
“I fully intend to pay them every last cent, Abe. I just want them to go and never come back.”
* * * *
After a long bath, Kat wandered around the bedroom in her red silk gown. She looked at her surroundings, and she was glad that the Gothic decoration had been replaced by a soft pastel shade of pale green. The soothing color relaxed her because every so often her heart would race in anticipation of what Colt was about to do to her. She picked up her watch from the dresser. It had been over an hour, and Colt still hadn’t showed up. Maybe he couldn’t get Sheriff Bunty to change his mind. If that were the case then he wouldn’t be in a very good mood.
Kat stared at her reflection in the mirror. She’d brushed her hair into a thick, glossy black mane. It was the style Colt preferred, and at the moment, she’d do everything she could to redeem herself in his eyes. She’d shaved her pussy, too, making it silky smooth in an effort to please him. Kat pinched her pale cheeks, wondering if she should have put more makeup on.
When the door to the bedroom opened, she spun quickly around. He smiled as he took in her appearance. “Don’t look so worried. I don’t bite all the time.”
Kat breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like he was in a better mood. “How did it go with Sheriff Bunty?” she asked nervously, afraid of his answer.