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mind knowing that their homes, pets, and even their goldfish and plants were being taken care of. One thing rings true for the rich and elite: they don’t like people in their homes. The people who are on their payroll are placed under a magnifying glass of scrutiny. My mother’s company passed the test of any background check, no matter how in-depth it went. I can’t say I blame them for being so paranoid about who entered their homes. I view daily, and on a firsthand basis, what the human race is capable of doing.
    My mother built a business from the ground up and I lived in a mansion in Kansas City. I grew up never wanting for anything thanks to that woman. Perhaps my past does play a part in my penchant for strong women and Rene is a very strong woman in many more ways than one.
    The thing about Rene is that she has taken it to a whole new level in the bedroom. To put it simply, I’m the boss at work but that fiery little redhead of mine is the boss in the bedroom and that is a whole new thing for me. Many times when we go home, usually my place, she makes me pay, and I mean pay dearly, for reprimanding her at work, especially if it’s in front of anyone.
    Before Rene, I was always in control. I even went as far as playing with a few subs. I’ll admit having them call me Sir and spanking their little asses red brought me a high unlike any other. When I first laid eyes on Rene, all I wanted to do was bend her over and take a crop to her delectable ass right before I choked her with my cock. I desperately wanted to make her beg and call me Sir. That is… until we kissed and she completely dominated me. She grabbed me by the hair and just took over. When I tried to wrestle back control, she bit me, hard enough to make me wince, and then squeezed my cock. I’ll never forget what she told me. She said, “Be a good boy and I’ll let you have a taste.” From that point on, I was hooked. Yes, Rene has brought out a part of me I never knew existed.
    Her voice cuts through my thoughts. We are back at the scene of the serial killer’s crime because I’m still not convinced that this murder is what it appears to be.
    “You just aren’t going to let this go, are you, David?”
    “Agent Turner at work,” I reply.
    She makes her way up behind me as I am crouched down, looking for anything that will confirm my theory that this not a drug deal gone wrong. She begins to toy with my feathered dark hair and when I try to move away to tell her we’re at work, she grabs a fistful of it and jerks my head back, forcing me to look at her and almost causing me to fall over from my crouched position.
    “Do I appear to be so imbecilic as to not know my location? That’s a fucking rhetorical question. Get up!”
    She half drags me over to an abandoned public bathroom in the back of the building where we’re investigating. She’s pissed. I don’t know what she is going to do to me, and it’s turning me on.
    She forces me to kneel by the sink. I watch in shock, horror, and intense curiosity as she drops her standard FBI black trousers and forces my face between her legs. Her legs are spread as far as she can get them but I can only assume she isn’t pleased with where my tongue is lapping because she takes her nether lips and spreads them with her fingers to force her clit to jut out. My cock so hard, I feel like I’m going to blow a wad in my pants. I know not to touch myself without her permission or she is going to be super pissed when we get home.
    She begins talking as I’m lapping at her clit, trying to please her with all my might.
    “If I want your fucking opinion, I’ll ask for it. Your mouth is good for one thing and that is pleasing me. Your fucking tongue belongs to me. Now, get down on it and make me happy.”
    I begin furiously lapping at her opening, drinking in her juices as she moans and tells me what a good boy I am. She’s about to go over the edge with the way she’s threatening me. Her legs begin to