Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

“I want to go back,” Anais told Peter over dinner.

“Go back where Mommy?” Collin asked.

“Collin, me and mommy are talking right now,” Peter said. To Anais, he said, “Do you now?”

“Yes, I do.”

“What do you want to do this time?”

“What can we do?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

“I want you to interrogate me.”

“Bad Cop routine, I like it.”

Anais nodded. “Don’t go easy on me. I want to see how depraved your mind is.”

“And you will.”

He rubbed her thigh. “We can go next weekend. Collin, you have that slumber party next weekend, right?”

“Right Daddy.”

“See, we don’t have to call my mother over and interrupt her card playing.”

***

“Card playing?” Rosie said when they informed her of their plans. “I was going to go to the casino.”

“So everyone is going to be busy next weekend then?” Anais asked.

“Apparently so. It works out well then. Don’t come home with another child,” Rosie said.

Anais put on a face of mock indignation. “We’re not planning on it.”

***

The week dragged on for Anais. She loved her job as a hairstylist, but she wanted to go back to the resort. Her clients would talk to her about their usual problems — men, work, their children, and yet Anais was only half in reality. Her mind was focusing on the fantasy of what Peter would do to her.

“You are my property in here…” His voice circled around in her mind, sending a jolt of excitement through her lower back. After their first round, Peter spanked her with a paddle for her perceived disobedience. He then double penetrated her with the aid of a dildo to teach her what her place was. Anais’s orgasm was huge from that game.

She could only imagine what he would do to her during the bad cop interrogation routine.

“Anais!!!” Her client snapped her back to reality.

“Yes?”

“What do you think I should do?”

“Do what feels right.”

“That’s not good advice,” the client said.

“How are you going to reject free advice?” Anais asked.

“I’ll reject it if it’s not what I want to hear.”

The patrons and hairdressers laughed together.

***

Friday finally came. Anais packed some clothing into an overnight bag, while Peter collected his toiletries in his. They both wore huge smiles on their faces.

Collin came into the room with his sleeping bag and backpacked stuffed with clothing. “You guys look really happy,” he said with a yawn.

“You’re getting sleepy before you even get to the sleepover,” Anais said, rubbing his hair.

“He’ll wake up once he gets around his friends.”

“I just hope Richard doesn’t fart like he does at school,” Collin said with a straight face.

Anais and Peter laughed. “Just cover your nose,” Peter said.

“But Mom, he could run the rats out of a house.”

“Do you want to take some air freshener?”

“I already told Thomas to have some.”

The couple laughed some more. “Baby, are you ready to go?” Anais asked.

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

“I’m definitely ready.”

They drove Collin to his friend’s Thomas’ house and dropped him off after speaking and trading pleasantries with the other parents.

“Be good sweetie and have fun.”

“I will mom. Bye dad,” Collin said.

“Bye champ.” Peter waved at his son.

They had to stop themselves from running to the car and speeding to the Love Palace.

The same concierge was at the desk. “Welcome back to the Love Palace, what is you fantasy?”

They were checked as quickly as possible and given their room key.

Once inside of the room, they got a quick look at the layout of the room. This room was a suite — the bed, table, couch and bathroom were to one side, and the other side was set up as an interrogation room- cold, gray and unforgiving; a chair and a table sat in the middle, and there was a two way mirror that doubled as a window.

“What floor are we on again?” Anais asked.

“We’re on the seventh floor. No one will see us unless they hover next to us in a helicopter. Room service?”

They ordered a meal of salmon, basmati rice, white wine, French bread, Caesar salad and tiramisu for dessert.

“Do you have something to put on?” Peter said.

“Yes.”

He gave her a black sack. “When you finished getting dressed, go into the interrogation room and put this over your head.

Anais ran into the bathroom and put on the clothing — a mini skirt that left little to the imagination, a tube top that would expose her breasts if she bent over too far; clear 7 inch heels and a furry cropped jacket. She put her hair into a high ponytail on her head.

She strolled into the interrogation room and sat in the chair, adding the sack onto her head like she was supposed to. She waited in silent anticipation, closing her legs tight to put a bit of pressure on her sensitive clit. Her hands were folded on the table in front of her.

After what seemed like an eternity, the sack was ripped off of her face. She looked around while readjusting to the light; Peter was standing behind her, dressed in a shirt, tie and slacks.

“You thought that was really cute, didn’t you?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anais said with attitude.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” He slammed a manila folder on the table. “Prostitution, money laundering, murder. You have quite a rap sheet there dear.”

“I ain’t a hoe, and I sure as hell didn’t murder anyone or launder any money from them either.”

Peter stood across from her at the other side of the table. “Well, I have people who would attest to the opposite of your claims. How many husbands have you been through, three already? And all of them ended up dead.”

“They were old, they died of natural causes. I can’t help that they can’t handle a hot thing like me,” Anais said.

“Oh, they can’t handle a hot thing like you? Autopsy showed some poison in their system.”

“Poison?” Anais sneered. “Is this like the 2nd Century or something, who still poisons people?”

Peter yanked her by her hair, slightly pulling her ponytail out of place. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? You know damn well you poisoned every last one of them and collected the money.” He grabbed her face. “Just admit to it. You’re the scum of the earth.”

“What kind of cop are you?” she retorted. “You can’t treat me like this.”

“I can treat you anyway I feel like it. As long as you’re in here, you don’t have any say in anything. You can make this real easy on yourself and just tell me what I want to hear. I can make everything a lot more pleasant for you and make sure you don’t spend the rest of your pretty little life rotting away in jail. Did you kill your husbands?”

“I told you, they died. I had nothing to do with it, although I was on top of one of the old bastards when he bit it-“

Peter jerked her out of the chair and slammed her onto the table, pinning both of her arms behind her back. He pressed his crotch hard into her revealed ass. Anais moaned.

“You don’t like doing things the easy way, do you?”

“Judging by your dick detective, I think you like doing things the hard way.”

With his free hand, Peter pulled at her hair, which was coming out of the ponytail. “Don’t be cute with me.”

She grinded her hips into his. “What if I could sway your opinion of me?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t want to try to sway my opinion. You might regret it.”

Anais slipped out of his grip and turned to face him, opening her legs wide to reveal the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “What’s wrong detective? You can’t handle me?”