Free Big Bad Easy by Ursula Whistler

see?”
    The man whispered. “She blindfolded me. I called her mistress. Do you understand?”
    “Oh.” He’d been a cop long enough to know that the city was full of people with some kinky ideas for sex. There were shops that openly sold toys all around the city, and a few high end lingerie stores that specialized in riding crops, whips, and such paraphernalia. When he saw Ms. Velasquez’s house, he wouldn’t have ever thought she was a dominatrix. “She told you that people might be watching?”
    “That’s right.” The boyfriend turned a bright pink and sweat broke out on his forehead. He wiped those drops away. “I liked it. I told her I did. So the last time, three days before she died, she kept the shade down. She messed with my mind like that. You can’t let people know this. I wasn’t comfortable with it yet. She told me I would be after a while, but I never got the chance.”
    “I’m sorry for you, and I don’t think anyone needs to know about this.”
    “Does this help?”
    “It will.” Jameson wouldn’t share how, but they’d look for receipts from where she bought her Dominatrix gear and look for advertisements offering her services. The last part was a long-shot. Nothing pointed to Velasquez hiring herself out. Since she was into the scene, he knew at least one woman who might know her. Then, he could point Decker in the right direction of how to find her other clients. Chances were that a former client of hers, paid or not, had a fit of jealously. That’s why Ms. Velasquez lay strangled and naked on her bed with the shade up. The man wanted everyone to know that he had dominated her. Question was finding who’d extracted such deadly revenge.
    All that weighed down his mind when he saw Zara opening the door of the gym for him. He had so much he could do for the murder case that might help her be safer, but it was late. Not much could get done at this hour, and he wouldn’t leave her hanging another night. He’d allow himself to pleasure her. Somehow, he’d have Zara under him with his cock pumping into her pussy.
    “Hey, hero of the night.” She kissed him on the lips and gave him a hug. “I can’t believe you didn’t call me.”
    She must have heard from the other victims that they had arrested the man who stole from them. “The beat officer made the calls. He must have missed you. Sorry for that.” He had told him not to call her since the man who’d broken into her car hadn’t been arrested. That man might be the same, but he had no way of knowing, especially since the guy denied breaking into Zara’s car. He would keep it from her until he knew for sure. Maybe the DA and the man’s defense attorney could get the full truth out of him and all Jameson’s worries could be put to bed.
    “It’s okay. The other ladies and I have become close, as you saw. I’m just so thrilled, and they are singing your praises.” She pulled him into the empty gym and snuggled up to his arm.
    She was barely dressed, just a black jog bra with spaghetti straps and boy shorts. He’d not had a chance to look at her ass, but based on the length of the shorts in the front, her lower cheeks would be hanging out. His cock filled at the mere thought of her muscular ass in his hands. He’d dressed for wrestling, with a tight tank top over jogging shorts.
    “You know, I can easily grab these.” She tugged at the hem of his shorts that flared out over his upper thigh.
    “Hazard that I’ll take. I don’t wear those tight shorts. Not good for the boys.”
    “And we want your boys to be happy.” She skipped in front of him to the back room, separated by netting that was covered with padding on the lower half.
    As he suspected, rounded cheeks peeked from beneath the edge of her shorts. Wrestling with her would be sweet torture. He’d get to touch her legs, her arms, and who could blame him if he copped a feel of her breasts or her ass while they tussled. “What do we need to do to set