The Client's Revenge

By Catherine Rose

A dangerous client. A detective unaware of what she's getting herself into while investigating what appears to be a simple case of fraud. Drawn deeper into the case she is unaware of the plot for revenge which drags her into a world of hard core BDSM!
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The sex was rough, degrading, and hot, but never grotesque or off-putish. The sub/dom relationship was well realized and titillating ;) This is a great read for anyone who wants to take an exciting dive into BDSM. Hot!-Kinky Book Reviews

This dark, erotic BDSM thriller is not for the faint of heart! With superheated sex scenes that go well beyond the pale and a thrilling plot of revenge, it takes you to the edge and beyond. The writing is exceptional, drawing out the story and keeping the tension high, as well as keeping me glued to every page all the way through. It's narrated by a nameless private investigator hired to check out Mr. Crane regarding possible embezzling and selling of company secrets. She pegs Crane as a sleazy a-hole from the first moment she eavesdrops on his phone conversations, but what really gets her attention is the sight of a supposed high end call girl leaving his place, carrying her heels and walking as if she could barely stand. Suddenly she has the perfect way to get up close and personal with her latest target, or so she thinks.

Crane is this awful, callous character, a sadistic Dom with a brutal streak that she is in no way prepared for. But the real shocker is how she responds, wet and willing even as she's screaming in pain and fright. It wakes something up in her and sets a chain of events into motion that will carry her far beyond her usual PI gigs. Nothing can prepare her for Crane. Or his dungeon. Or the explosive twists her story is going to take. It's a hot read that draws the sexual tension out until your nerves are singing for release. The entire book is endless, hardcore BDSM sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Catherine Rose
• Release date: Jan 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310914478

Catherine Rose

Catherine Rose is the pen name for a perverted old lady that likes to write stories inspired by her earlier days which she very much misses. Granted anything involving monsters, aliens, and horror stories are pure fiction...the rest? Not so much..

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The Client’s Revenge

Catherine Rose

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Copywrite Catherine Rose 2014

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Authors Note: Material may contain blasphemous, racist, biased, taboo and other social mores considered in poor taste by some people. In other words-it may be pretty damn nasty! Access to minors is strictly forbidden! If you believe you might be offended by the material do not read it.

CHAPTER ONE

And how much money do you suspect him of taking?

My potential new client shook her head sadly, obviously embarrassed by what she was about to say. We're talking about an amount easily in the thousands.

Yes... I said with my eyes narrowing. Allowing the word hang for as long as possible. Just one of those little things you can do which will draw a person into talking about something they don't feel comfortable with. One of the tricks of the trade they teach you in detective school-ok it was an online program but so what? I got the sign on the door and the clients paying my salary which is all that matters.

I suppose she continued in a sour voice, that is the major part of the problem. We don't know for sure how much he's taken. Not that the money is the most important issue. The embezzling doesn't bother me nearly as much as the possibility that he may have been selling off company secrets.

It was hard for me to stifle letting out a little gasp. There weren't very many times in my career as a private investigator that I heard someone say money wasn't important. Money and how to keep hold of it was usually about all that most of my clients could think about; particularly when it came time to pay my bill. That's when they really got to be tight fisted. I hoped I'd recovered quickly enough to not have given too much of my surprise away to my new client. Even if I didn't, Julia Parks didn't show a sign of having noticed anything. She just sat there in cat-like inscrutable silence. The woman gave you the impression there wasn't much that could crack her cold shell. Cold no doubt but a damn lovely shell nonetheless. Sitting there in her expensive light blue business outfit, she looked every bit the high level executive. One that could afford to be more worried about the worth of company secrets versus any amount of cash.

So what exactly is it you want me to do?

Find out who our Mr. Crane is dealing with. I can't combat this situation until I know who I'm going against. Once that's pinpointed I'll know how much damage control we're facing.

This cool bitch was almost too much. Damage Control? Did people really talk like that? Or was it something requiring a six hundred dollar suit to say?

All right but why me? I asked. I'm sure you must have someone in your own company who could run this down for you.

Julia shook her head. Not a single hair strayed out of place. She was just too polished for my liking.

Her mouth turned down, Simply not acceptable. First, there is too much of a chance for Crane to find out we're on to him. Too many possibilities for leaks. Also this has been going on for so long, I'm not sure how far it has spread within the company.

To the point that you couldn't trust your own security?

Let's just say that using you for this simplifies things a great deal, she said hitting me with a smile I was sure she saved for heavy contract negotiations. It must have been the smile she was used to using on men that would instantly win an unsuspecting guy over to her side. It seemed too practiced. Her eyes remained watchful and the smile lovely though it was never came close to that dark glittering stare. She reminded me of a beautiful crocodile. And then there is the most important reason that made me choose your services above all others.

Which would be?

Well not only do you come highly recommended but you are a very attractive woman.

Coming from her, the complement almost made me blush. I'm certainly not ashamed of the way I look but I had never thought of myself as being beautiful. Before my modesty allowed me to argue, Julia continued. Crane's biggest weakness is no doubt his fondness of women. He seems to see himself as being quite the lady's man. The shrug she gave showed Julia didn't necessarily share the feeling.

And you think this will make it easier for me to get close to him?

Depends on how you wish to pursue this, she said with another shrug. I'm merely pointing out a fact. It's completely up to you in how you want to proceed. I'm certainly not implying you should try to get too close to him. But the look in her eyes said it was exactly why she was hiring a woman. Silently telling me that if I had to hop into bed with Crane to find out what he was doing; she was paying me enough to for it.

You'll report directly to me. No one else. Her hand was already reaching into her handbag, pulling out an envelope which she passed across to me. I believe that you'll find this to be a suitable enough retainer. You'll also find copies of Crane's records from our personnel file, along with other papers that may help you.

It only took one brief glance inside the envelope to tell me the retainer was indeed more than healthy. I could skip working for the next six months on this alone. If only there weren't alarms going off in the back of my head that this was all wrong. Of course there was no rule saying you had to like the people you worked for. And in this case the money would certainly make it easier to overlook certain shortcomings. So I silenced those internal alarms. An equally fake smile from me and a handshake were all it took to complete things.

Parks’ was on her feet and gliding on Prada heels towards the door. I am of course very interested in this. I do hope that I'll be getting a report from you very soon, she said looking over her shoulder.

I'll start today, I assured her.

Good. I look forward to hearing from you, she said with a smile. This time it wasn't a phony one. Even the Botox couldn’t hide the happy lines her eyes made when real happiness lit her face. As I turned back I thought maybe I was underestimating her. That genuine smile had been cold with satisfaction and was the type of smile a shark gives right before swallowing one of your legs. One that I was still thinking about for several minutes after the door shut behind her. It took time, but I managed to get her out of my head and start concentrating on the case. About all I learned from Crane's personnel file was that he was one sharp guy but none of this told me a thing about what he might be doing. And other than hinting at company secrets, Julia hadn't said a word about what kind of information Crane access to or what might be so important that other companies would pay for. I'd have to do this the hard way. Within two hours I was parked across the street from Crane's home. The little I knew about him told me he would have to be living in a nice area but I was stunned the first time I cruised past his house. It was huge! The apartment I lived in could fit inside his garage. Twice! It made my head spin to think why a single person would live in such palatial accommodations.

I drove down half a block and found a shady spot underneath a vast flowering dogwood tree. I settled down with the seat back and graphic novel to kill time while I watched front entrance. Three hours later it was getting late and I still hadn’t seen any movement so I took a chance and zipped off to the nearest coffee house to piss and get a drink. I returned only to find my parking space taken by a panel truck so I was forced to move closer. Backing into an empty driveway belonging to a concrete and glass box with a for sale sign in front I scrunched back down in my seat and watched the house across from me. Nothing happened except I grew bored and my back cramped up.

Silvery beams drifted across the landscape as the moon rose into the night sky and I decided to poke around a bit. I had changed into black pants and sweater, just the thing when sneaking around a stranger's house. There was only a short wall to keep people off the property; it was more of a security suggestion than a true barrier. I did a swift glance and didn’t see anyone so over the wall I went quick as a cat. It was just like swinging over a pommel horse. Once over the stone barrier I dropped down and waited for a thirty count just on the off chance he had motion sensors set on the grounds.

Nope-nothing lit up, no alarm shrieked and no dogs raced out to eat me. Staying to the shadows, I worked my way closer to the house. Using a small red lensed flashlight I found what I was looking for and snicked open the cover of the small panel where the phone lines ran into the house. Using some clip leads, I hooked a small electrical box inside the panel, and then closed everything up again. A good friend had taught me how to work land lines, mirror cell phones and generally make my snooping activities just a bit easier. The little box I had installed would work like a two-way radio, allowing me to listen in without being noticed. Just to make sure the