Page 53 of The Professor
“Exactly, understanding him, the way his mind works, will help us do that.” She tapped on her lips. “He could have started off opportunistic, he killed the girls because the opportunity presented itself. He got a thrill from it and came here, to strangle Bridget, a sex worker, which puts a sexual slant on his motives. Did he fuck her first?”
Cillian nodded. “Aye, he did. It happened immediately after.”
“Okay, so then he went on to find another sex worker, only this time there wasn’t you and Finn to step in and save her because he’d traveled to the other side of the city.”
“Asshole.” Mitch shook his head. “We should have had a watch on him after Bridget.”
“You can’t blame yourselves for the actions of a madman,” Chelsea said with a sympathetic frown. “But what you can do is stop it happening again. He’s obviously getting one hell of a thrill from sex and strangulation, and if we can predict his movements we need to be there.”
“We?” I raised my eyebrows at her.
“You said you would want to…” She held in a grin. “And that I should be with you.”
“We need to go to Red Leather tonight.” Mitch glanced at his watch.
“I agree.” Chelsea nodded. “He’s escalating, he’ll strike again soon.”
“Red Leather is a sex club, Chelsea.”
“So?” She shrugged.
“Well, it’s more of a sex dungeon,” I said, studying her reaction. “You ever been to one?”
“I…er…well, no.” She swallowed and held my gaze. “Have you?”
I laughed. “Once or twice, babe.”
It was late, gone eleven, by the time we got to the club, and I nodded at the bouncer, Ben, and tugged Chelsea in through the main door, which was discreet, as was the entire place from the outside.
Chelsea had been whisked away by Bridget and Trixie when they’d found out she was no longer my captive but was actually my woman. They’d insisted on dressing her for the club, and now, with a full face of makeup, an elaborate up-do that made her look like a movie star, and a tight, sparkly bottle-green dress that left little to the imagination, she was ready for her sex-club induction.
And that thrilled me. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction to what she was about to witness.
We signed in. I took a moment to see if Brian Dix was on the list, he wasn’t, but that didn’t mean to say the bastard wasn’t there.
“This place is cool,” Chelsea said as I urged her down the dimly lit corridor with its red velvet walls and candelabras.
“That’s one way to describe it.” I glanced over my shoulder. Mitch and Cillian were speaking with Red Leather’s head of security, Blair, an experienced Dom who was a stickler for rules and ran a non-negotiable banning policy for bad behavior.
“Through this way.” I opened a door to what was known as the theater. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted, the sex was kinky and full-on.
* * * *
Chelsea
Red Leather smelled of perfume and hot bodies, and the lighting glowed buttery and dim. Andrew had led me into a largeroom that writhed with bodies, the air heavy with gasps and pants, and the odd slap and whip crack sliced to my ears.
“Take your time,” Andrew said against my temple. “I want you to see everything you want to.”
“They don’t mind?” I asked, looking at a couple screwing to my left.
He was flat on his back, arms tied above his head, and she was riding him hard, large breasts jutting forward and head tipped back.
“No, they don’t mind, it’s probably why they’re here. They get off on being watched having sex.”
“Oh, I see.” I did watch them.
The rhythmic dance of her hips was mesmerizing, as was the rippling of her breasts and ass. She was beautiful, lost to sensation and in total control.
