It didn't matter that the object of her recent fantasies was a cop who had been investigating her and who was currently questioning her. She had been interrogated many times and it had yet to phase her. Nothing seemed to be able to stir any type of emotion in her. It had gotten worse lately. Apathy had become her norm. that is until she laid eyes on the beautiful detective who was sitting across from her.
Detective Blayne Smith was one of the most- if not the most- beautiful women she had ever seen. Sure the grey pantsuit and crisp white shirt she wore were a bit off putting but Kya could look past that. Past the image of an uptight woman and straight to the wildness she saw in Blayne's moss green eyes.
So many nights she had fantasized about what it would feel like to kiss those lush full lips. If her skin was as soft as it appeared to be. If her breasts were as full as Kya imagined them to be. If her pussy tasted as mouth watering as Kya had dreamed it would be.
Though the chances that Blayne would take Kya up on her offer were slim, she was still willing to try. That is after they'd gotten past this whole you're-an-assassin issue. Which she was. But she wasn't about to confess anything to anyone much less the NYPD.
"Ms. Sundown, we have evidence linking to multiple homicide cases." Blayne said, her eyes pinning Kya and frankly making her all tingly.
"So arrest me. Or are you trying to make me sweat? Because I assure you detective Smith, that is not going to happen." Well technically, it would happen if she had Blayne kneeling in front of her, wearing nothing but the collar that Kya had put on her. But that was wishful thinking. At least at the current moment it was.
"We found your prints on one of the victims. A hair matching your DNA on another." Blayne pressed.
She was an excellent Detective of course, there was no doubt about that. She was smart, insightful and above all she was persistent. Kya was living proof of that. The woman been investigating her for the past five years. Sure it had been a pain in the ass having to be extra careful but it had also been fun. Kya doubted the good detective felt the same way. It must have been annoying to say the least not being able to catch a murderer. That was such a nasty word but one Blayne would use to describe her she was sure.
"As I explained before, those two victims and I had been... involved." Kya said, a tiny smile making its' way to her lips. Her eyes never left Blayne's. The way the woman looked at her was... flattering. Yeah, she would think of it that way.
"What are the odds that two people you were involved with ended up dead?"
"I don't know. I've never been good at probabilities or math in general. But what I do know is that, this is a big city and stranger things have happened. Have you seen the newspapers recently?"
"People are dying and you're making jokes." Now Blayne was angry which Kya found... incredibly arousing.
There was something about the way Blayne's feminine jaws clenched and unclenched ever so slightly, the way that her eyes narrowed and her delicate fingers clicked against the metal desk that Kya found alluring.
"I was simply making a remark Detective, I didn't mean to anger you in any way. I apologize if I did." The odd thing was that Kya meant it. She didn't want to upset Blayne. Although her lifestyle did that for her. She wanted Blayne to like her. And that was not a good realization. For someone who was used to isolation and poise, suddenly being all fuzzy and warm especially towards a cop was not acceptable.
"Now, if I am not under arrest I would like to leave."
The cops couldn't hold her so she had left promptly. It was a two hour drive to her mansion in Caldwell and she had spent those two hours thinking about Detective Smith. As she was pulling up to her front door she had come to one conclusion : she must have Blayne. She didn't know how but she would find a way.
As Kya went to open the door she knew he would be waiting for her. After the first time he had failed to do so she had stuffed his ass with ginger and spanked it red. Marc hadn't made that mistake again.
She was not disappointed when she opened the door. He was kneeling to the left of the door clad in a collar. His toned body was a magnificent sight to behold in the dim orange light of the foyer. His hands rested on his muscled thighs but they didn't hide his semi-erect cock. Talk about well endowed. She hadn't let him cum for a few days now, three to be exact.
"Mistress..." he breathed softly and Kya couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.
Marc was one of the few people Kya actually loved. They had met at a BDSM club she frequented a few months ago. Both his beauty and his character had been key points in her taking him as a submissive and eventually as a 24/7 slave.
He got on fours and crawled in front of her where he once again sat back on his knees, his eyes cast downwards in submission. His hair would make even Samson himself jealous. Inky black and silk soft, Kya loved to run her fingers through it. Or grab a handful as she was pummeling his back side with a strap-on.
