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Le Français is an original Law Enforcement series playing with the Cop/Not-a-Cop trope, mixed with some social power play, and (hopefully) realistic BDSM elements. The series will jump between categories based on the content of each part. This series is commissioned by the fantastic ThL!
In this chapter you can expect prelim prep, deployment, enjoyment and cooldown of a Two Doms, One Sub MFF BDSM scene.
Marc and Astrid put Felicity through her paces.
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Chapter 43
"Hey, bitch," Jules said.
Sinead literally jumped in place as she spun, her eyes wide from getting spooked. "Jesus Christ," she said, blinking and putting a hand on her own chest. "Where the fuck did you come from?"
"The elevator?" Jules laughed. She looked around the barren Financial Forensics office. "Real busy place here, eh?"
"Well,
I'm
busy," Sinead said darkly. "I don't know what the other two guys do."
"I can see that," Jules said, poking at the stacks of documents Sinead had spread across her desk and a folding table she'd set up next to it. "Is this your case with Marc, or something else?"
The documents were from Marc's USB drive, but Sinead hadn't been zoned out reading them. She'd been standing with her hands planted on her desk, looking at her computer screen without really looking - her mind had been wandering again. To last night. It was the fourth time that day she'd drifted off, trying to comprehend everything that had happened. Somehow blowing Marc in a coat room at a fancy fundraiser wasn't even breaking the top 5 mind-bending things from that night.
It also didn't help that her ass still stung when she sat down, which was why she was standing to begin with.
"So it's Marc now and not Fornier?" Sinead asked, reversing the question onto her old partner.
Jules shrugged with a little smirk. "I guess so," she said. "I had to bring him in a few days ago to get everything cleared up officially. We talked."
"He never mentioned that," Sinead frowned.
Jules sighed and wheeled over a chair from one of the empty desks in the nearly-unused bullpen around them, dropping into it. "Not keeping strong tabs on your CI, Sinead?"
"He's not a CI," Sinead said. "He's a... concerned private volunteer."
"Well, whatever he is, he's interesting," Jules said.
Sinead felt a spike in her chest at that but buried it. There was no way she could talk to Jules about everything that had been happening with Marc. Especially not now. "He certainly is," she said, trying to make it off-handed. "So what brings you down here?"
"I got permission to loop you in on the Barisha case," Jules said. "Officially. And Cap said he called your Captain and gave me the go-ahead, so I thought I'd drop in."
"Does Cap know that Barisha is just a stepping stone to try and get Le Français?" Sinead asked. "I don't need something useful getting used as a bartering chip because it'll nail someone smaller."
"Sinead," Jules said, screwing up her face a little. "What the fuck? You know I wouldn't do that."
The redhead stopped herself from shuffling through the papers in front of her and took a breath. "I know," she said. "Sorry."
"What's going on with you?" Jules asked. "Jesus, sit down and talk to me."
Sinead didn't have a good reason to deny that, so she gritted her teeth and sat in her desk chair. She managed not to wince as the deep aching sting in her glutes flared up. "Nothing's going on," she said. "I'm just- I'm feeling a little lost here, I guess. I'm doing the work, but I don't have anyone breathing down my neck like I'm used to. It's weird because you'd think I'd be enjoying that but it feels like I'm sort of adrift here."
"No, I can see that for sure," Jules assured her. "Seriously. This place looks like a dump and you aren't even undercover."
"That's probably at least part of it," Sinead said, thankful that Jules was helpfully offering suggestions so she didn't need to lie.
"Well, we're in it together again," Jules said, offering her a supportive smile. "Why don't you run me through all of this? Maybe some fresh eyes will help."
"Actually, a bunch of this stuff is fresh for me too," Sinead said. "I had some, um, help getting some information."
"Marc?" Julkes guessed.
"No comment," Sinead said. "Anything printed on the green paper is real, but won't hold up in court or if we need to get a warrant."
"Sinead," Jules said. "It's like 80 per cent green paper."
"Yeah, well, like I said, it's all new," Sinead sighed. "So do you want to help me look for anything juicy that might give us a place to start looking officially, or are you just here to chat my ear off?"
"Let's get looking," Jules agreed, picking up a stack of papers. Sinead didn't miss the fact that her friend gave her a long side-eyed glance, but decided to just ignore it and focus on the job.
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"Victor," Marc said. "I've been waiting for your call."
"You know what, you're right," Victor said from the other end of the call. Marc couldn't hear anything else in the background to give him a hint of where the man was. "I did owe you a call, I just got a little busy."
"That's more than alright," Marc said. "I just need to know if you're planning on sending me those personal documents. My schedule is filling up quickly."
His schedule was
always
full, and in most any other circumstance Marc wouldn't have been following up with a personal call for any size of client. But after everything that had happened the night before with Sinead, he felt like he... He didn't owe her an apology, but he felt like he'd taken more than what the initial deal had been about.
Marc didn't feel like he'd taken advantage of Sinead, because it wasn't a business deal. He felt like he'd cheated in the game, and wanted to make it up to her. The Detective's hesitation over the legality of the information he'd acquired through Astrid was something he could try to fix - especially if Barisha gave him access to much of the same information himself.
"Shit, alright," Victor said. "I'll get you my personal stuff sometime tonight or tomorrow, is that alright?"
"It's a start," Marc said, projecting warmth through his voice even while he grimaced. "We'll see where we need to go from there."
"Great. Talk to you soon," Victor said.
"You too," Marc said and hung up and finally allowed himself to smile. Another game started.
And another one around the corner. Astrid would be at his apartment in just under 36 hours, and Marc had to make sure all of his own plans were secure before he could let the green-haired Domme start ordering around Felicity. He had work to do.
Chapter 44
Sex, as with most things in life, could be broken down into a series of negotiations. May I kiss you? May I put my cock in you? Where should I come? In the BDSM community those negotiations were often much more formal - what someone consented to in one situation, or on one day, might be different the next. To an outsider, it might have seemed overly structured, 'game-breaking,' or even abusive. What they often didn't understand was that negotiations weren't where the Dominant in a relationship held their power - the Submissive had
all
the power and leverage when negotiating. What would
they
allow? What were
their
lines?
In a proper D/s relationship, or one-time encounter, the Dominant only ever had as much power as the Submissive gave and trusted them with.
The negotiations technically began when Marc presented Astrid's request originally, but that was only the opening salvo. As three experienced practitioners of their sexual art form, the true negotiations didn't need to be hard-fought or extensive. The true negotiations began at noon on the day they were to meet up, with Astrid joining Marc for a light lunch at his apartment to talk details.
Marc knew Felicity's limits, and what could be pushed a little and what couldn't, and she trusted him with that. Some of Astrid's wants were too far, or too out of left field for a one-off encounter. Some of Marc's lines were a little conservative.
For the sake of an extended session, canes were ruled out. Floggers were in play, as were paddles. Rope and ties were on the table, as were spreader bars, but Marc would be the one to do the ropework. Blindfolds and gags were allowed, but no full head coverings. Clamps of any sort were allowed. Astrid was allowed to call Felicity names, but not make negative comments about the curvy woman's body or intellect. Ass and vaginal play was allowed, as was oral, and titplay was encouraged. Astrid wanted to bring her pillory, a custom piece she'd had constructed for sexplay, and Marc was open to it but after discussing the logistics it didn't make sense. The game was going to be played in Marc's bedroom, and getting it up the loft stairs would be a bitch to accomplish without at least two more guys to help lift it.
Other, more minor elements were agreed or struck down to taste. For all that Astrid could be a nasty Domme, she also wasn't so extreme as to want some of the things that were accepted as 'fringe' even in the Kink space. The most difficult negotiating, strangely, was around what Felicity would wear and took almost a full ten minutes to get settled - she would begin the game dressed like a college coed, dolled up but casual like she was going to class in her sweats. The game would be that she was a Sub on call, and her day was being interrupted as she rushed to meet her Master and Mistress.
"If we're going to be Master and Mistress, we should pretend to be married," Astrid said at the end of the negotiations. They each had a glass of wine and were sitting at the kitchen island. "I feel like it makes the most sense - when else are there really
two
Dominants in a scenario other than parent-play stuff?"
Marc took a breath and frowned a little. "We could be two Professors in her department," he pointed out.
"No, that's too close to your line about abusing her intelligence," Astrid said. "I would fuck that up if I do Teacher-Student play. We should be a couple, and she's our sub. Maybe even our shared sugar baby?"
That felt almost a little too close to home for Marc, considering the nature of his real relationship with Felicity. "I think we should keep the idea of money out of it," Marc said. "But I can play patriarchal husband if you can play matriarchal wife."
Astrid smirked a little. "Alright, sounds like a plan. You're sure she'll agree to everything?"
"I'll go over it with her to make sure, but yes," Marc said. "If there are any last-minute changes I'll text you before you arrive."
"Make sure you don't just go through every detail with her," Astrid said. "I like my subs to be surprised, not know the whole battle plan ahead of time."
"I'll mix it up and throw in some red herrings," Marc agreed. "Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"
Astrid took a sip of her wine, looking over the rim at Marc with a slightly hooded-eye look. "We haven't discussed contact between us," she said as she sat the glass down.
"What sort of contact were you thinking?" Marc said. "I'm obviously fine with incidental contact."
"Overtly sexual, Marc," Astrid said with a laugh. "You have a cock, I have holes that like to be pleasured, too. Once we're far enough along with little Felicity, how do you feel about me maybe sucking your cock, or even fucking me a little?"
