“I didn’t want you to feel any pressure about it.”
“So instead, you decided to carry this around by yourself? All you had to do was tell me you were ready.”
She didn’t answer but turned looking sheepishly at him. Given her mood, now certainly wasn’t the time to press her on it. As it was, the revelation was a strange mix of relief amid new concerns.
“What do we need to do?”
“There’s an appointment on the seventeenth. They’ll want to get a semen sample before then.”
Walking to her dresser, she pulled out the brochures handing them to him. “Here, these lay out what we can expect depending on results from tests.”
He sat down glancing through them trying not to get irritated, but it was difficult. “So the appointment you had a couple of months ago wasn’t routine after all.”
“It was, but other issues came up during the exam.”
“Like what?”
“I didn’t know the IUD could cause problems when I got it seven years ago. So they took a blood test to check my hormone levels.”
“And?”
“They’re normal.”
“So what’s next? This laparoscopy?”
“I guess, assuming your semen sample is normal. You can call the number on there to arrange it. Or if you want, we can collect it and I can take it in.”
“I’ll make the appointment.”
“Thank you.”
As they resumed dressing, he couldn’t shake his annoyance. Her habit of parceling of information didn’t help. If she’d only told him what was going on, they could have been more deliberate. They should have been partners in this process. He was pretty sure he was fine, but the truth was the only pregnancy scare he had was with her.
After dating for a year, they abandoned diaphragm and condom use in favor of a hormonal implant. Janine was so meticulous and downright paranoid about having a baby before she was ready. When her period was late a few weeks before final exams, she tried to keep that from him as well. It didn’t take him long to figure out what was going on. As it turned out, stress had taken its toll delaying her period. But he vividly recalled containing his excitement at the prospect of fatherhood even as her fears mounted.
Having few serious relationships before or after Janine, he too was meticulous about birth control. He’d go so far as to track his partners’ cycles. With BDSM partners he used condoms regardless of the woman’s consistent birth control use. It wasn’t just a matter of preventing pregnancy but disease as well since there was never any intent of exclusivity. Yet surprisingly whenever he and Janine reconnected over the years, he only used them if she asked. She was the only woman he explicitly trusted to that extent.
As promised, the following week he went in to provide the semen sample. After filling out the paper work, they escorted him to a private room stocked with various aids intended to stimulate. As he looked through the magazines and porn titles, he was mildly amused. Most of it was pretty tame, even the ones dubbed “rough.” Scanning them, very few did anything for him. He considered downloading content to his phone, but he had a better idea. He pulled out his cell phone and sent Janine a quick text:
-Send me a pic
She replied: -??
-@clinic…need encouragement ;-)
-LOL …You’ll do great!
-Not want I mean…I want to see it
She giggled reading his text. It was a bright spot in her otherwise long and tedious day. For the first time in a while there was playfulness between them. She didn’t realize how much she missed it.
-I’m @ work
-Don’t care
-What do you want to see?
-U know
-I can’t
-Yes u can…I’m waiting…
He imagined her sitting at her desk getting twitchier by the minute. Despite the slight pall still hanging between them regarding all things Spectra, he hoped she’d play along. He missed the lighter side of their relationship. That part of them was far more carefree and whimsical. He longed to see her laugh so much that tears streamed down her face. He missed seeing her eyes sparkle as she blushed at whatever innuendo he whispered to her.
It didn’t take her long to figure out what to do. Getting up from her desk, she closed and locked the door. She chose to tease him a bit knowing it brought out his dominance. Slipping her underwear down to her knees, she snapped a photo that happened to catch the edge of her desk in the frame. Staring at the picture, she pressed SEND.
Viewing the image, he couldn’t help but smile. She was ready to play and so was he.
-Not what I had in mind. Need more…
In the next image, she’d raised her skirt so that it hugged her hips while insinuating what was higher. The beige lace panties still clung tightly around her now spread knees. That was definitely worthy of freeing his penis.
-Teasing will cost you. MORE…
The prompts on his phone bounced indicating she was typing. When they stopped and nothing came through, he thought perhaps a work matter interrupted her. Well it was worth a shot, he thought. He started advancing through one of the “Rough Sex” DVDs searching for something that might get him off. After a few minutes, his phone pinged. To his utter surprise, a video file appeared.
Opening it, he watched as she moved her hand over and between her upper thighs before entwining her wrist into the panties. She lowered them to her ankles before slipping them over her heels. Intrigued, he shifted the phone in one hand and stroked his penis with the other as the scene she’d created for him continued. She seductively moved her hand back up her leg to her thigh slipping it under the skirt. She was definitely masturbating for him. For the first time, he could hear her breathing and it was getting heavier. And then it ended. He typed another message.
-Sir is NOT happy
As soon as he pressed send, another clip popped up. The video was clearly a continuation of the first. The stealth image from before was replaced with a clear view of her exquisite shaven mound. She’d spread her folds wide for him to see. Her fingers teased her clit before slipping the middle one in and out. Bringing her moist finger to her lips, she licked and teased as if it were his penis entering her mouth. It was arousing as hell but the angle prevented him from seeing her entire face.
When she moved her hand across her neck, clutching the choker necklace he’d given her, it was all he needed to get going. He didn’t need to replay the video. He simply let his mind complete the scene. Feeling himself about to cum, he reached for the plastic cup ejaculating into it. The release was sufficient, but he wanted more. From her.
-Come home.
-Yes, Sir.
Arriving before her, he had plenty of time to relax and get out of his suit. Making his way back down stairs, he heard the garage door opening as she pulled in. He went to the kitchen, which was adjacent to the mudroom where she’d come in. When she crossed the threshold into the kitchen, he pounced. Pinning her against the counter, he kissed her moving his lips over her neck, face and lips.
“It’s nice to see you too!” she chuckled. “All of you.”
“Hmmm,” he moaned.
She couldn’t believe he was naked. She felt the warmth of his body pressing into her through her clothes. Working feverishly to free her from them, his strong hands rubbed and stroked her body. His hardening penis seemed to move independent of his body. She felt it against her legs, thighs, between them, and against her stomach. Through it all he didn’t say a word. Once she was naked, he looked at her with such hunger. Then he did it. He let out that slow guttural growl that made her clit twitch in anticipation. She missed hearing that sound.
Lowering in front of her, she was freed briefly as he plunged his face between her legs. Nibbling, biting, licking, sucking, probing—she felt the gloriousness of all. Then gripping the back of her thighs, he spread them further slowly lifting her onto the counter. Her legs hung over his shoulders while his forearms elevated her hips. With his hands firmly planted,
not once did his tongue lose contact with her inner folds. As securely as he held her, she felt unsteady when the first orgasmic wave hit her. Clutching the back of his head she squirmed in his grasp but he wouldn’t release her. She tried to lower a leg, but he bit her clit sending a searing sensation throughout her body and a message. He’d release her when he was ready.
Soft licks and pulls resumed until finally he stood leaning over her to kiss her lips. She tasted her wetness on his ravenous face. He then picked her up placing her over his shoulder and carried her to the den. Setting her down on the plush leather sofa, he spread her legs wide plunging his fingers inside. Rotating and probing, he skillfully peaked her desires even higher.
Finally removing them, he offered them to her. Readily accepting, she longed to ease the ache he’d created in her. For the first time, he looked deeply into her eyes as he eased his penis into her welcoming, pulsating warmth. The deep, resonant sigh he emitted when he came mirrored the release she felt inside. They were themselves again and they both felt it.
CHAPTER 24
“Are you free for lunch?”
By the sound of her voice he was certain Janine wasn’t interested in food. “What do you have in mind?”
“I can pick up sandwiches and come to your office.”
“What time should I expect you?”
“Is twelve-thirty good?”
“Yeah.”
Michael’s team had grown accustomed to her visits even though they’d become less frequent since she started at McKenzie Clark. She chatted with them briefly before making her way down the hall to Michael’s office with their lunches. She smiled coyly as he got up to greet her.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Are you hungry?” she asked seductively removing her jacket and unbuttoning her blouse.
He closed the door standing against it as she continued to disrobe. All that remained were her underwear as she stood before him. Taking her in for a moment, he circled his index finger indicating he wanted her to turn around. She happily complied. Sliding the panties down, she placed her hands on the back of the couch, positioned her knees on the cushions and raised her ass high while looking back at him.
He walked towards her unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants to free his fully erect penis. Coming in close, he rubbed against her running his hands over her smooth ass. Teasing her slightly, he smacked her ass before entering her. There was no need to rush. He took his time as she swiveled her hips to meet each stroke. Their grind was slow and intentional but the build was just as sweet and fulfilling. Releasing deep within her, he rubbed her back before leaning over to kiss her. Savoring every minute, he wanted to linger even as he grew limp within her. Eventually, she leaned forward easing him out.
Still fully exposed, he laid on the couch with his head against an armrest. Pulling her onto his lap and spreading her legs, she rested against him. With one hand on her breasts and the other exploring between her legs, he whispered, “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Even when I’m old and wrinkly?”
“That might be fun too,” he chuckled. “We could play find the pussy!”
Swatting his leg, her laughter reflected how tickled she was by his remark. “Be serious!”
“I’m dead serious! I’ll probably die fucking you…or at least I hope to.” In an instant his mood shifted from jovial to deeply sincere.
Turning onto her stomach to face him, she smiled. “I love you. Always.”
“I love you too, Baby.”
Pushing up, she scooted away reaching for her panties and clothes.
“I kind of like the idea of you eating naked in front of me.”
“I’m sure you do,” she grinned. “But you need to put it away, freaky man! This was a quickie.”
“What if I want more?” He tried to reach for her, but she moved out of his grasp.
“Then you’ll have to wait until we get home.”
Feigning frustration, he sighed heavily. “I want more.”
“Don’t give me that! You’ll live,” she giggled.
After retrieving a few cleaning wipes from his desk, she handed one to him. Dressing quickly, she got the sandwiches and sat beside him.
“Which one do you want? Pastrami or Turkey?” she asked.
“Aren’t you supposed to eat light for the procedure tomorrow?”
“If I can’t eat for the next twelve to eighteen hours, I need something substantial.”
“I got your substantial,” he laughed.
“Pastrami or Turkey?”
“Pastrami.” Taking a bite he asked, “Are you nervous?”
“More for the results than the actual procedure.”
“Don’t worry about it. Everything will work out. One way or the other.”
During their initial meeting with the fertility specialist, they learned his sperm were plentiful and viable. All of Janine’s remaining tests showed she was still producing healthy eggs as well. However, the doctor suggested she have the laparoscopy. The fairly simple procedure involved a small abdominal incision to insert a thin tube giving the doctor a clearer look at her reproductive organs, especially her uterus. He wanted to make sure there were no anatomical issues. Nonetheless, she’d have to adhere to surgical protocols such as no eating or drinking along with plenty of rest. If all went well, she’d be out of the office over the weekend and back to work Monday or Tuesday.
“What’s the rest of your day like?” she asked.
“A few calls, but I should be home by six or so. What about you?”
“Same time, if not sooner. Truth is, I’m bored out of my mind. I spend my days drawing up contracts and filings for nonprofits—most of them political fronts.”
“I’m sure it’ll get better as you build your client base.”
“It’s not at all what I hoped. Honestly, I had more fun here. At least you’re making a difference.”
“There’s always a spot here if you want it.”
“No, Sweetie. You have a great team, but no. I miss philanthropy.”
“Anything out there?”
“Not here and not at my level.”
They continued to chat over lunch and once they finished, he walked her out. She said goodbyes to Lacy and Stephen who were gathered around Ricardo’s desk. Kissing Michael’s cheek, she headed back to her office.
Turning to Ricardo he asked, “Has Jack called back?”
“Not yet. His assistant said he was meeting with another client, but he’d give you a call as soon as possible. Do you want me to try him again?”
“No, that’s all right.”
“The trial starts soon, right?”
“Right.”
“Do you want me to bring up the other box from storage?”
“Yeah. I want to double check some things.”
“I’m on it.” Ricardo was dutiful as ever.
“Thanks.”
Michael returned to his office reviewing Spectra’s hand written records. He’d gone through them twice, once alone and with Jack. But he had a nagging feeling he missed something. Reading through the hearing transcript word for word he was interrupted by Ricardo on the intercom.
“Jack Ramsey is on line three for you.”
“Thanks.” Switching over, he answered. “Hey Jack.”
“Listen, we may have a problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dana Murphy is taking a plea deal for her testimony.”
“What kind of plea?”
“She’s taking a lesser charge of solicitation instead of accessory in the alleged money laundering scheme and felony prostitution.”
“Why the hell would she do that?”
“Pressure from prosecutors I’m guessing. Her plea implicates Spectra. It also suggests Josephine may have perjured herself during the hearing.”
“She wouldn’t do that.”
“Listen, we both know they didn’t get what they wanted out of her during the hearing. But she�
��s still a key part of their case. They’re going to use her to further paint Macintosh not only as a pervert but a criminal. They might even go after her in the process.”
“Have you talked to her?”
“Yep.”
“What did she say?”
“Not much. She thinks whatever Murphy says, isn’t important.”
“What do you need from me?”
“We need to dig a little deeper. I’ve got my investigators on Murphy and I’ll share what I learn. But you’ve got the other files. Can you cross check everything against the ledgers and see if there’s anything in there on Dana Murphy.”
By agreeing to have Jack represent her, Spectra demanded the ledgers stay secured at Josey and Associates.
“I’m going through a few now.”
“Keep me posted.”
“Will do.”
As the call ended, Ricardo brought in the last box, placing it on the couch. A cursory review showed more of the same-payment records in neat manila folders marked by dates or number series and several disks marked BACKUPS. If the disks were like the others, they were simply automatically generated logs of members’ scanned cards upon entry in the club or food and beverage tabs. Under any other circumstance or for any other client, one of his paralegals would do this. Because of the sensitive nature of the materials, he opted to do it instead.
As he suspected, it was more of the same. But under the files, a disc was taped to the bottom of the box. What the Hell? Popping it into his computer, he immediately noticed the file names were similar to the others but the extensions were different. These were .AVI and .WMV files, not standard .DOC or .XML indicating they were video files. Clicking on the first one, his jaw clenched when he saw images of dungeon play. Son of a bitch!
Years before he discovered Spectra was using video surveillance equipment in the club. She claimed it was to protect members in the event of any illicit behavior. As her lawyer, he admonished her to have all the cameras removed and the files destroyed. The mere presence of them violated the privacy covenants outlined in the member agreements. He was also concerned the recordings might be discovered or hacked. Such an event would be catastrophic. She claimed they automatically deleted but it was clear she downloaded select recordings. The real question was why.
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