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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Professor Richfield continues his experiments based on the theory that a woman's sexual behavior can be determined by a rigorous course of sexual punishment and training. David Jewell, one of today's leading novelists of bondage and discipline continues his greatest saga in this new installment of the Bound and Determined series...
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009

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Words: 35021
Reading time: 100-140 min.

CHAPTER ONE

Brad Williamson and his date Tiffany Fischer closed the bar at the Radisson Hotel near the Ontario International Airport. They had enjoyed a great meal in the restaurant. Brad dated Tiffany perhaps a half dozen times over the last few months and was never successful in getting her to come back to his place. Taking her home each time, he enjoyed a few lip locks in the front seat of his Viper before escorting her to her front door. Tonight was different. At her request, he was taking her back to his house for the first time. Being a gentleman, a patient gentleman, over the past few months, he successfully and honestly convinced her he was truly interested in her and not just in her body.

And she did have an awesome body. Tiffany possessed the body and appearance of a super model. Her natural blond hair just caressed the tops of her shoulders and her expressive blue eyes always seemed to be on the verge of laughter. Her cute nose with a small beauty mark next to it just above the right side of the upper lip gave her a special sensuality, and her hour glass figure flowed into her firm and conditioned long slender legs. She was able to stop traffic when she walked by.

Brad enjoyed being with her and watching people stare at her as they entered a room. He felt very fortunate to be able to even date her, and admitted to himself that out of all the women he had and now dated, his feelings for Tiffany were different.

For the first time since falling in love in the eleventh grade, his feelings for her weren't just lust, but went much deeper. He appreciated everything about her. She not only looked good, but she could carry on an intelligent conversation. She could make him laugh. She was very interested in him and his work. She didn't think the universe revolved around her. And she even possessed values. Values he appreciated and respected enough so that he didn't push to get into his bed until she was ready to cross that line. Tonight, she was ready.

Escorting her into his house, he was thankful his place was clean. Putting things away and doing some straightening up before leaving on his date made bringing Tiffany home a lot less embarrassing and stressful. He was proud and relieved that his house was, tonight of all nights, presentable.

"Have a seat and I'll get you a drink."

"You know what I want," she told him before sitting on the sofa.

Yes." He went into the kitchen. When he returned, he handed her the white Russian. "I made it just the way you like it."

"Thanks," she said and accepted the drink.

"Tell me a little more about your plans to be an elementary school teacher," he continued as he sat next to her. Sipping on his drink, he listened as she talked about her educational plans for the future. He loved the quality of her voice and how she used her body to express herself.

As she talked, her light blue skirt inched its way up and exposed most of her thigh. She wasn't in the least bit concerned about it, but she was well aware of its effects on him. Watching his eyes glance down, she started him when she asked, "Do you like what you see?"

"Why, yes," he stammered. "I like it a lot."

"Yes, I could tell. I'm pleased that you do."

"You obviously take good care of yourself."

"I do," she confirmed as his loving look stirred something deep inside her. Am I falling in love with him? She knew the answer before she even posed the question. Yes, I am in love with this handsome cop and he's going to see more than just my thighs before the night is over.

Finishing her drink and setting it down on the coffer table, she moved closer to Brad. She put her arms around his neck and pulled herself close to him.

Brad, with his arms around her lower back, pulled her even closer. He liked how she felt next to him. I'm so lucky to have her. As their lips met, a vision of a Fourth of July fireworks show entered his mind. Yes, I'm falling in love with her. I'm definitely falling in love with her. I like how it feels. It feels so right. "Let's go into the bedroom," he suggested after finishing the kiss.

"I was hoping you would ask," she replied. Her eyes conveyed her deep desire for him.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!"

"I am so glad," he answered. With a mutual understanding, he led Tiffany to his bedroom.

Turning her back to him, she asked, "Will you unbutton my blouse?"

"Yes."

"You can also undo the bra," she told him when the blouse fell free.

"Okay," he said as he nervously undid the hooks of her navy blue bra. Turning her around when he was finished, Brad looked into her eyes as she held the bra in place with her hands.

Then with his undivided attention, she let the cups of the bra slip away from her breasts and let him see them for the first time. "Disappointed?"

"You have got to be kidding. I've never seen such beautiful breasts before," he honestly told her.

"Have many have you seen?

"A few," he said defensively and wished he could take back his words.

"It's okay, Brad. I'm not naive enough to think you haven't been with other women. I sure hope you don't think you're the first man I've been with."

"I guess that's what I love about you. You are up front."

"Yes, I am--and what I have up front now, I really like," she said as she accented her bust line with her hands.

"I can understand why."

"Well, there is more," she continued. While looking straight into his eyes, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall in a heap at her feet. She felt wonderful as she saw him checking out the rest of her body. Stepping out of the skirt and wearing only her blue lace panties, she walked over to his bed and pulled back the black comforter and the top sheet. Climbing onto the bed, she said, "Why don't you join me. I'm sure you want to do more than just look."

"You can count on it. I'd like to make love to you."

"I'd like that a lot. I want to make love and not just have sex."

"So do I," he sincerely told her.

Quickly removing his clothing, he slipped between the sheet. Taking her into his arms, he felt her firm breasts against his chest. Finding her mouth, he kissed her long and deeply. With a sense of trust and love, he felt her yield to his touch and return the passion of his kiss. They experienced a powerful and sensual feeling as they continued on the path that would lead them to completely sharing their bodies and their expressions of love.

Without comment, she let him remove her panties as she found and stroked his instrument of pleasure. As he tore open the orange wrapper covering the condom and put it on, she waited impatiently for the moment when he would enter her. From the missionary position, she felt him press against her. Slowly and willingly, her body gave in to his request. She completely enjoyed the sensation of having her vaginal walls and clitoris stimulated by the full length of his penis.

As he felt her warmth and tightness and as he prepared to begin the in and out motion of love, the phone rang. He didn't give into the temptation to just let it ring. Reaching for the phone without withdrawing, he caused the orange wrapper to fall from the nightstand to the floor.

"This better be very important," he announced.

"Brad, Sergeant Fletcher. This is very important."

"I'll be the judge of that."

"Look, we found another body in the Botanical Gardens."

"Just a minute." Covering the mouthpiece, he apologized to Tiffany and withdrew so he could sit on the edge of the bed and concentrate on what Sergeant Fletcher was saying. "Go ahead."

"I take it I interrupted you at a bad time."

"You'll never know just how bad your timing is."

"Sorry. Like I said, patrol found another body in the Gardens. Brad, it's one of ours."

"Who?"

"Sorry to tell you, but it's Tony Sebolt."

"Are you sure? He's been undercover on the Task Force for at least a couple years."

"I know. I haven't seen him for a long time, but I recognized him right away."

"Shit! We went to the academy together and worked on the same shift until he was assigned to the Task Force. You're positive it's him?"

"Absolutely."

"I'll be right up to check things out. Is the scene clean like the last time?"

"Looks like the work of the same person to me."

"Okay. I'll be there in a few." Hanging up the phone and turning to Tiffany, he apologized. "Sorry, I have to go. They found another body and it might be related to the case I'm working on."

"Would it hurt if you were five minutes late?" she asked as he saw the disappointment on her face.

"I would like nothing more than to finish what we've started, but I don't want the first time to be a hurried experience where we just do it for the sake of doing it. I want it to be special and memorable."

"Oh, I won't forget tonight."

"Tiffany, you know what I mean. I want our first time to be a real expression of love, and so do you."

"I know. Is it okay if I wait here for you to come back?"

"I was hoping you would. I don't know how long I'll be, but I'll get back just as soon as I can."

"I'll be waiting."

"Great. I'm looking forward to picking up where we left off."

"So am I. I really want you. So come back soon."

Slipping back into his clothes, he went out and fired up the Viper. He was at the Botanical Gardens in a matter of minutes and fully focused on the task at hand.

Sergeant Fletcher caught him as he exited the Viper. "Got here fast. Sorry about the interruption."

"No more sorry than I am. What do you have so far?"

"Not much. Patrol found him right before I called you. They didn't see anything suspicious before they discovered the body."

"Where is the body?"

"It's near the north end of the Gardens. It's close to where Cindy's body was found."

"You're absolutely sure it's Tony?"

"Sorry, Brad. There is no doubt in my mind. It's him.

"Thanks. I don't suppose there are any tire marks or footprints."

"Everything is clean just like the last time. I bet the same person put both bodies here."

"That would be my guess right now. Well, I'd better check the body."

"This way, Brad."

Brad approached the body. It was Tony. There was no doubt. There was also a large lump in the pit of his stomach. He examined Tony's body and discovered that it was clean just like Cindy's. He didn't notice any obvious cause of death. Although, he did note a few marks around the neck. "Hey, Fletcher, did you see this tattoo?" he asked as he looked behind Tony's ear.

"No. I didn't examine the body before you arrived. I thought you would want things left alone until you got here," he said as he came over to look.

"I appreciate it. Do you recognize the letters?"

"No."

"Neither do I," he said as he copied them down the best he could. After searching for additional evidence, Brad told Sergeant Fletcher, "I guess I am finished here. You can let the coroner take the body now."

"Okay, Brad. He's standing by near the entrance like before."

"I'll be at the station later if you need me. If I'm not there, you can try me at home."

"I'll reach you at the station. I think I've done enough damage calling you at home already."

"Okay, Sarge," he replied with a sheepish grin. "You'll get no argument from me."

Returning to his office, he notified the chief of Tony's death. Then sifting through the meager amount of information at his disposal, he puzzled over the tattoo on Tony's ear. He also puzzled over the idea that if the same person had placed the two bodies there, what was the connection between Tony and Cindy, between an undercover cop and a tourist from North Carolina. He decided he would get hold of the Task Force commander later in the day and see if he could shed any light on what Tony was working on and if it was in any way connected to the death of Cindy. Folding up the piece of paper with the copy of the tattoo on it, he put it into his shirt pocket and decided to go home. There wasn't much he could do until later in the day anyway.

By the time he got home, Tiffany was fast asleep. Slipping into bed, he cuddled up to her warm body and drifted off to sleep. She moved slightly as he touched her but didn't wake.

The neighbor's barking dog woke them both just before nine. In the light of day, they took up where they had left off last night. It was a beautiful moment for both of them.

"Are you glad we waited?" asked Brad as he held her in his arms in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"I'm very glad, Brad. It was certainly worth waiting for," she said as she brushed her hand lightly over his crotch.

"Yes, it was. You were absolutely wonderful." Gently kissing her breast, he asked, "How about a shower before breakfast?"

"I'd love it."

After showering together to do their part to conserve water, Brad fixed eggs and pancakes for breakfast along with a pot of gourmet coffee. Finishing breakfast and relaxing over another cup of coffee, he took the folded piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and once more considered what the symbols were or meant.

"What are you looking at?" asked Tiffany.

"A copy of a tattoo I found on the body this morning. Can't figure out what it's suppose to be?"

'Mind if I look?"

"No. Be my guest," he said as he handed her the piece of paper.

Tiffany studied the symbols there and finally said, "These look like those letters you see in front of the fraternities. You know Greek letters."

"Think so?" He took the pierce of paper again.

"Yeah."

"Could be. I never belonged to a fraternity and I sure as hell didn't study Greek."

"Why don't you take it up to the Academy of Theology and see if one of the professors can tell you for sure if these are Greek letters or not."

"Great idea, Tiffany. Ever think about being a detective?"

"No, just about making one."

Brad blushed at her unexpected comment. "Guess I'd better get you home. It looks like I'm going to have a full day at work. Sorry about the interruption last night."

"No problem. You made up for it very nicely this morning. It was worth waiting for."

As he drover her home, he agreed with her. It was worth waiting for. He waited a long time for someone as special as Tiffany to come into his life. And like all good things, it was well worth the wait. After walking her to the door and kissing her good bye, he drove to the office. It was going to be a long weekend and the chief would want this case solved immediately if not sooner.

Insider her apartment, Tiffany smiled to herself. What a night she had had. She wasn't a virgin. She engaged in sexual intercourse with her boyfriend during her senior year in high school. Since they broke up, she decided to wait as far as sex was concerned until she found someone she could love. After last night and this morning, she was so glad she had made that decision. Doing it with someone you loved made it so much more special, meaningful and satisfying. She was excited about her decision to share herself completely with Brad. She knew it was the right decision and she knew it wasn't based on physical attraction or need. She discovered over the past few months that Brad was a gentleman with many fine qualities. Qualities that made her want to spend the rest of her life with him. She realized he wanted her for many reasons and not just for sex. She was filled with joy knowing she discovered a real jewel in this world. A jewel that loved and respected her for the complete person she was. Her smile broadened as she recalled how right and good it felt making love to him.

After pouring a mug of coffee, Brad sat down at his desk and tried to locate the commander of the Task Force. He was able to find Captain West at home. After informing him of last night's events, he asked, "What was Tony working on?"

"He was working on the college campuses and trying to find out if a prostitution ring was centered there."

"Did he have any leads?"

"No. His last report just indicated he was following up on a couple of leads. Nothing specific was mentioned and he didn't speculate."

"When was that?"

"It was dated about a week ago, but when these guys are on assignment, they aren't always as regular as we'd like them to be with their report writing."

"Do you have anything else that might be helpful?"

"I don't recall anything in his file right now, but I'll keep checking. If I find anything that I think could be helpful, I'll get back to you."

"Thanks."

"Brad, I'm really sorry about Tony. He was good at what he did. He broke some major cases for me."

"I know. We were close after the academy. He was a damn good cop, but once he went undercover, we lost touch for obvious reasons. I'm going to miss him."

"We all will."

Hanging up, Brad wondered about Tony's assignment. "What's the link between Tony, Cindy and prostitution?" he asked himself. "I know that's the key to this case." Even though it seemed far out right now, he would go ahead and approach the investigation on the premise there was, in fact, a link and he was going to find it. He was bound and determined to solve this case.

Driving up to the Academy of Theology, he was able to find a professor who could read Greek. When he showed Dr. Frank Stone the piece of paper with the letters on it, Dr. Stone immediately told him they were the Greek letters, delta, omicron and upsilon. "Do these letters have any special meaning or spell a Greek word?" Brad asked.

"No. They are just letters in the Greek alphabet. I don't know of any significance they might have."

"Are they letters of a fraternity?"

"Not that I know of. With the exception of the Delta, they aren't the common letters that a fraternity would choose."

"Okay. If you think of anything that might be helpful regarding these letters, please call me," he said and handed Dr. Stone his card.

"I sure will, Detective."

Hitting another dead end, Brad drove off the campus and returned to his office. When he arrived, a message was there from the coroner's office. He called and spoke with Deputy Coroner Blake Thompson who did the autopsy on Tony. "What do you have for me?"

"Looks like death was around two this morning and the cause was strangulation. It looks like some type of band was placed around his neck and shut off his air supply."

"Do you have any idea of what kind of band was used?"

"It's hard to tell for sure. I don't think it was a cord or piece of ropes since there aren't enough abrasions present. It could have been a leather band about an inch wide. Whatever it was, it was smooth since it didn't cause much damage to the skin. It doesn't look like he struggled very hard either or there would have been more abrasions and other injuries.

"I wonder why he didn't struggle more."

"Sorry, I can't help you with that question."

"Is there any other evidence?"

"No."

"Okay. Thanks for getting back to me right away."

"We do the best we can."

"I know, and I really appreciate it." Hanging up, Brad contemplated the fact that he had a whole of nothing to go on. This wasn't going to be an easy case to solve, but for Tony's sake, he wouldn't rest until he found out who did it and why.