"How long has she been there?" Blair wondered.

Genevieve Arnaud, the Mistress, was in his lecture hall amidst the under grads.

"So," Blair thought. "I'm first." That surprised him. He was fairly sure that the Mistress would reclaim Jim knowing that Blair would follow wherever his lover went. Could she already have Jim naked and shackled to her bed? Blair mentally shook himself before the lecture completely derailed. Genevieve met Blair's inquisitive look with a small smile. She seemed to want him to continue. He did self consciously rambling through basic anthro 101.

The Guide kept an eye on the Mistress and noticed that she responded at all of the points of the lecture that he thought were pertinent. In fact, she was listening more intently than most of the students.

As usual, he was running over at the end of the scheduled time and had to call out the next assignments to the throng of retreating backs. Only the Mistress remained. Blair smiled nervously as she made her way to his desk.

"It wouldn't feel so bad if they weren't so obvious about running out of here," Blair said with a chuckle.

She smiled. "Some were listening and several of them weren't madly in love with you. I think you've sparked a passion in those."

"Thank you," Blair said feeling her sincerity.

"Are you free now?"

"Yes."

"Come with me for lunch," she said. "It will be in a public place."

Blair blushed. Genevieve was so different than the other encounters. Her hair was partially reigned in with a turquoise clip. She wore very soft black leather jeans and a leather jacket with a forest green heavy knit turtle neck. There was very little jewelry. It was an elegant and subdued look.

Blair wasn't threatened, but he did find her alluring. He found he wanted to free her hair and find out the source of its scent. She wore very little make up. It startled Blair when he realized that she had faint freckles dappled across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. He wanted to trace those freckles. It occurred to him suddenly that she really was just as dangerous to him there as she would be with a whip in her hand.

"You choose," Blair said. He needed to know her for Jim and himself. She was a fascinating study. The researcher in him was fueled by her complexity.

"We'll take my car," she said. "There is a lovely French/Vietnamese place in town. The food is light, fresh and intoxicating. The decor is bright so I can look into those beautiful eyes."

Blair gave her a mirthful sidelong glance as he packed his backpack.

The car was a limo with a wet bar. Blair shared a glass of champagne with Genevieve in route to the restaurant. During the ride, all she wanted to talk about was traffic patterns in Cascade. She seemed really interested in his opinion on the times it was most difficult to drive. Blair was puzzled at the track of the conversation, but he answered the questions as best he could.

The sensory pleasures began with the restaurant. The Mistress watched Blair as he ate seafood with spicy noodles with crisp white wine. The tastes and smells from that meal filled Blair's senses. The image of Genevieve slurping shellfish were enough to turn his brain to oatmeal. Through all of that stimulation, she wanted to talk about his anthropology lecture and the thrust of his entire semester.

"You want to know how I set up my lectures for the semester?" Blair asked.

"Yes."

That was perplexing. Only his department head was vaguely interested in that. Those serene green eyes made him feel comfortable. She waited expectantly.

Blair talked for over two hours. The only interruptions was for food and an occasional well phrased question from the Mistress. Her eyes never glazed. Her interest never wavered. Blair felt brilliant for that time. Not like the flake that he often felt like at the station. It was a very nice feeling.

Blair marveled at how well read the Mistress was over dessert.

"Beautiful Blair," she smiled. "If I debauched myself all the time, it would become routine."

Blair giggled.

"Give me your keys, my lovely," Genevieve said.

"Why?"

"You're too full of wine to drive, pet. I'll see that your vehicle is returned to the loft," she replied.

Blair started to protest, but then he giggled. That made him turn over the keys.

"Good boy," she murmured. "Let me take you home."

Blair hovered closely. "What about the chains and paddles," he whispered.

"Soon, pet," she whispered with an amused smile. "But you do feel good, don't you?"

"Yes."

Back in the limo, Blair was dumbfounded.

"Even Jim has never listened about my work the way you have," he said softly resting his languidly against the back seat.

Genevieve chuckled. "I have the luxury of delving into your interest, because I am the Mistress. I am here only for fantasy. You lover is there for everything. He finds and launders your underwear, for goodness sake," she said. "He may be impatient with theories, but his attachment to you will never waiver."

"I know," Blair whispered. "God, how I know."

"We have begun, pet," she said softly in his ear. Her fingers were along his throat. She kissed his temple gently. "Soon you will give me your body without any hesitation.... Enjoy your lover, Beautiful Blair. Then, tell me about it later and relive it."

He moaned. "Yes..."

"That's my pet," she said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Blair found his way inside the loft. He had quite a dopey look on his face when he closed the front door.

Jim was making dinner. Looked like sandwiches. Blair didn't care. His love looked so sweet toiling there. The Sentinel, Blair realized, was also angry.

"Chief, where have you been?" He asked in a deceptively soft tone. "You've been gone for hours with no word."

Blair smiled confident that the jumble of words swimming in his brain with the wine would somehow come out coherently. All he managed to do was drop his back pack. Jim crossed the room to look at the Guide more closely.

"What's with you, Chief?"

There was an interesting scent Jim caught coming from Blair. Seafood, exotic spices, wine...and..He held Blair inhaling his hair and the skin along his slender throat.

"You've been with her," Jim whispered against his ear.

"Yes," Blair said softly. His eyes were dark with passion. "We had a late, long...lunch."

Jim drew the Guide closer to taste all the places the Mistress had touched. It was an exotic feast of her taste and Blair's. He was amused at his partner's giddiness. Blair was mumbling about lectures and laundry in between gasping and moaning. Since the young man couldn't really answer any questions, Jim decided that he had a better use for that lush mouth. Details could wait until later.

Blair was getting dizzy from the wine and Jim's kisses. He didn't think he could make it upstairs.

"One step at a time, Babe..." Jim said. Blair felt like a living puppet as he was maneuvered up the stairs slowly and carefully. Through the haze of champagne and pleasure, he could feel Jim's passion and determination. He managed to focus on that and make it to the bedroom still on his feet.

Jim stripped Blair quickly to continue his exploring. The guide was unmarked. The Mistress had not kissed him other than at his temple. He wondered what had happened between them that would short out Darwin's brain and make him so amazingly horny. Answers just had to wait. The need to taste the glistening wetness seeping from Blair's engorged cock had completely distracted the Sentinel. Immersing his senses in the Guide became of paramount importance.

The clothes came off with impatience. A gasp came from the Guide when they came skin to skin. Jim indulged in kissing the languid student while gently cradling his head in both hands. A moan came from deep in Blair's throat. He arched toward him grinding his erection into the Sentinel's abdomen.

"Not yet, Babe," Jim whispered against Blair's ear. "Let me... savor."

He tongued his was down Blair's body stilling the undulating man with a forearm. It was a leisurely journey that was driving Blair crazy.

"Oh, God...Jim...please..."

Whatever other pleas he'd planned to make mutated into an endless moan as Jim started licking his cock slowly then finally took it in his mouth. Blair held Jim's broad shoulders and let out a sound that he hoped wouldn't bring the police down on them.
 
 

Blair jolted awake in the early morning long before the alarm was set to go off. Jim's heavy arm held him in place along the front of his body calming his panic.

"She wanted to know every detail," Blair sighed. "I only remember how you made me feel."

Jim was surprised at how open his lover was to training. Blair seemed to read his thoughts. "If I'm going to study her, I've got to get this right."

The Sentinel raised a brow but decided not to comment. "She doesn't want to know mechanics," he said. Softly. "She wants to know your feelings and responses."

Blair relaxed with Jim's words. Then, he sighed.

"She was so beautiful, man... she was vulnerable... fragile," Blair said quietly. "She made me want to protect her even while I could sense her power."

Jim recognized the Guide's growing impatience with himself.

"Tell me what happened, Chief?" Jim asked. "What did you do?"

"Talked my head off, stuffed my face and giggled," Blair muttered. "She probably thinks I'm an idiot."

Jim turned the smaller man to hover over his luscious, prone form.

"Babe, the Mistress has many ways of bending you to her will physically and

emotionally," Jim said ruefully. "All of them are quite effective. One the reasons her approach to you is cerebral is she respects your mind."

Blair looked skeptical. Jim wanted to tell him that the Mistress couldn't help but find him adorable, but knew that wouldn't help. Maybe a kiss would. Even if it didn't, Jim would feel good. He plundered those lush parted lips until the beautiful Guide moaned. Then Jim feasted on the skin along Blair's throat.

"Let me give you an example of how her mind works," Jim said before he became complete distracted. "You mentioned that she seemed vulnerable. That's reasonable. She's tall, but delicately built. That makes a man feel protective. You know I felt that way."

Blair snorted. Nobody was more protective of him than his Sentinel.

"Then, she invited me to spar with her," Jim said. "Before I went at her seriously, she nearly knocked me out. The Mistress is a Tai Chi Master. At the time, I thought that session was another excuse to beat the hell out of me."

"It wasn't?"

"Because of the arena the Mistress plays in, rough stuff happens. We were together at a night club when an unrelated bust went down... pure miscommunication between Cascade and the DEA. Or so they claimed.

"Anyway, it all went down ugly. I got separated from the Mistress and would have waded through bullets to protect her even though she had ordered me to stay back. But once I saw her assume a defensive stance, I knew she could get out on her own. I concentrated on my job," Jim said. "She probably saved my fool hide."

Blair was thoughtful. "She understood your need to know that she was safe... and respected it."

"She understands your intelligence and respects it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone through the effort," Jim said with a wry smile. "There are easier ways for her to have us both. She's enjoying the pursuit..."

Blair liked the look in the Sentinel's eyes. He was about to be thoroughly kissed. The anticipation made him moan and offer his mouth.

Jim didn't need any more encouragement. His lover's eyes were soft and dreamy. His lips were ripe for the taking. Jim took them and was rewarded with another moan. Blair started caressing his Sentinel. The hands roamed over the thickly muscled shoulders and back. One slim leg looped around a heavier thigh. The kiss grew rougher. Jim imprisoned Blair by his long curls.

Jim loved kissing that gorgeous responsive mouth. He had to get his fill before the day began. He'd likely not get another chance all day. He moved his attention to Blair's eyelids.

"Jim, please..."

"Can't talk... kissing..."

Blair groaned at him as his mouth was covered again. But the Guide wanted more so he reached between them to grasp his lover's erection.

"Want something, Babe?"

"Sixty... sixty-nine," Blair stammered.

"Hmmmm... very creative for this hour," Jim murmured easily maneuvering his pliant partner into position. Each man was tonguing and tasting and sucking with gusto. Jim knew Blair was already close. When he gently grasped the Guide's sensitive balls, his beloved arched his back and groaned as the hot liquid shot to the back of his throat.

Somehow, they found the will to shower. Breakfast was take out coffee and muffins en-route to the station. They were sated and tired and energized all at once. That helped because Simon Banks was waiting for them. Blair had just dropped his backpack on the desk when Banks bellowed for them to come inside his office.

"Well, Sandburg, want to explain yesterday?" He demanded.

"Huh?"

"I get to work to find the FBI on my desk with photos of you with Genevieve Arnaud," he said. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be with the Feds right now. What did you talk about?"

Blair swallowed hard. He felt Jim's support. "You won't believe me."

"Try me."

"My anthro 101 lecture," Blair replied blushing.

"For over two hours?"

"Yes."

"At a fancy restaurant?"

"Yes."

"I'm supposed to believe that?"

"Yes," Jim said. "I can tell you why and how it will help the case."

"This should be good," Banks said.

"You read the history. She's the real item, Simon. A Dominatrix who enjoys being worshiped by men and women who adore her," Jim said. He inhaled slowly then released it. A cleansing breath. Blair was proud. "I wasn't just a 'client' of hers back then. She owned me."

"What?" Simon asked quietly. Blair flinched inwardly at how intensely the Captain was looking at his partner.

"I was her sex slave," Jim said.

If his job wasn't hanging in the balance, Jim would have laughed. He ignored the mirth and fear in Blair's blue eyes.

"No money changed hands ever. It was voluntary and the only way I could have stayed close enough to do any good."

"The only way?"

"Yes, Simon. Only her bodyguards and slaves are allowed to be that close to her. And that status kept me safe from her associates," Jim said. "The Fed's will corroborate with the Interpol background."

"She knew you were a cop?"

"Yes, from the beginning. It didn't matter. She wanted me for her own reasons," he replied.

"I don't want to know them," Banks said.

"You have to admit that I did well on that case."

Banks nodded. "But what does this have to do with Sandburg?"

"She wants me back and has figured out the we're a package deal," Jim said. He didn't like to bring it up often. Simon was just beginning to be comfortable with their relationship.

"Genevieve Arnaud is beginning the campaign with Blair."

"I really don't like this."

"Neither do I. She plays with dangerous people. I'd rather not have Blair involved. But the facts remain the same as before. To get to her associates, we have to be close to her. To stay safe, we have to belong to her."

"And how am I going to explain this to the Feds?" Simon asked.

"They have nothing on Arnaud," Jim said impatiently. "She has a right to free association. And since there is no federal case, they have no right to interfere with Cascade P.D."

"That'll play for about a half an hour," Banks snorted.

"Give us what you can," Jim said with a small smile.

"Get out of here and keep the reports P. G. I'm very sensitive," Banks said.

Blair rolled his eyes and followed Jim out of the room.

"You heard the man, Chief," Jim said. "Let's get to it. How do I not have happen what happened at the club or the loft?"

Blair took out his notes and put on his glasses.

"Okay. Both times you encountered Genevieve and became overwhelmed you weren't expecting her. You had no time to tune out some of your senses. Having been with her, I can understand how she could flood them," Blair said.

"The why sounds plausible," Jim said thoughtfully. "How do we blunt the affect?"

Blair loved to here Jim say 'we'. He had to work to not tumble into his gaze. "You can't let her get the drop on you again. When she came to see you here, you were alert for her. I saw you take hold of yourself before she entered the room," Blair said quietly. "You'll have to keep your senses open enough to detect her then pull in as tightly as possible."

"I don't know how long I can do that, Chief. This woman is all about opening the senses," Jim said.

"When all else fails, use your safe word," Blair said.

Jim looked at him with wide eyes searching for words. "I never have with her. I can't seem to deny her... I don't want to miss any of what she makes me feel..."

The Sentinel's eyes were shining with a powerful erotic memory that was rocking Blair. He had to shake himself.

"Geesh, man." Blair whispered. "Get a hold of yourself or I'll lose it. I swear I'll crawl down your shirt right now."

Jim sucked a sharp breath.

"This case is going to kill us," Jim groaned.

Since there was nothing more pressing than the puzzle of Genevieve Arnaud, Jim decided to test Blair's hypothesis that night with a trip to Club Retro. They made a quick shopping trip first for clothing. Jim bought what Blair found to be puzzling purchases for them both. He was very careful about the colors and the fabrics. He seemed to be shopping from a very specific list in his mind. Twice, Blair tried to ask what his lover was going on. Jim only replied that he knew what he was doing. The vibe from his lover was erotic and intense and driving him crazy.

Blair was even more confused when he came out of the shower. Jim was waiting for him to massage moisturizer into his skin and give him a manicure and pedicure. During these procedures, Blair noticed Jim's hands were highly groomed and his skin was gorgeous.

"Ritual preparation," Blair murmured. "You aren't even aware of what you're doing."

Jim didn't respond. He gave Blair his outfit for the evening. Leather pants and a turtleneck of a fine silk knit. Jim wore a navy turtleneck of the same fabric. It made his eyes vibrant. Blair looked in the mirror. The color of his sweater did the same for him. The Sentinel inspected his Guide.

"Where's your collar?" Jim asked.

"On the dresser." Blair replied. "Are you wearing yours?"

"Yes," he said softly. "Put yours on. The sweater will cover it."

Blair nodded. Jim watched him with a sharp eye. Then he nodded.

"Let's go." He said.

"Wait, Jim, are you with me here? Can I still reach you?" Blair asked.

"Yes, I'm here, babe."

His eyes were clear and focused.

"Man, man you were just so intense... getting ready and all..." Blair said.

Jim shrugged. "Habit... she wants us to be prepared."

"I want to make sure you'll keep focused," Blair said.

Jim nodded. "I'll try, Chief. Stay close to me, babe.'

The Sentinel drew Blair into his arms to stroke his hair.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. Blair was given a brief kiss.

"So are you, Jim."
 
 

The host at Club Retro waived to a waiter when Jim and Blair appeared at his station. They were shown to the VIP area and given champagne.

Blair spoke in Jim's ear. "Remember, reach out for her. Find her scent or her voice or her heart beat..."

Jim opened his senses and reached beyond the room he could see. He found her voice. Not clear enough for words... just for tone and cadence. It was in the building and coming closer.

"I've got her. She's coming." Jim said.

"Come to me, Jim. Bring all of the focus to me," Blair said.

Jim followed the voice of his lover until all was tuned out except Blair.

"Good. Bring it to normal levels, Jim. Relax, and take a cleansing breath," Blair said.

Jim looked in control. His eyes were calm. They were sipping champagne when Genevieve Arnaud entered the Club. She made her way to them slowly. She was stunning in a crimson strapless leather sheath that went to her calf and was slit up the back to her thigh. She wore wide gold bracelets at each wrist and a gold collar at her throat. Here hair was a rich, riot of curls. Her smile was dazzling.

Jim was on his feet before she reached the table. Blair rose as well. Jim's eyes were down until she stood before him. Genevieve kissed his cheek then wiped the lipstick away. She lifted his chin to look into his eyes. Blair caught his breath at the passion he saw in them. Jim sat down. The Mistress turned to pluck Blair's glass from his hand then lead him to the dance floor.

Blair took her in his arms for the slow song. She settled her head at the curve of his neck.

"His spirit has returned," she said. "His vulnerability has diminished. Yet he is groomed and collared. Most incongruous."

Blair smiled. "What value are we if we are no challenge?"

"You've been studying, no doubt," the Mistress purred. "Do you think that will help? Has your knowledge of cultures in theory ever prepared you for reality?"

"Not entirely," he admitted.

"We can be honest. Good," she said. The Mistress felt along Blair's neck then smiled. "You wear the collar as well. Good."

"Don't hurt him," Blair blurted out.

"Never," she smiled. "But you won't know that without experience, will you?"

Blair was lead back to the table. Genevieve signaled for a waiter and ordered appetizers.

"Enjoy, beautiful Blair. I want to dance with Detective Ellison," she said holding out her hand to Jim.

Blair almost panicked at how Jim's focus was riveted on her. Only when the Sentinel brushed a hand across Blair's back that he knew Jim was still in control.

Jim was ecstatic with the Mistress in his arms again. She rested her hand against his shoulder. Even with his senses turned down, she was overwhelming him.

"You remembered much, pet."

"Yes, Mistress. Everything," he said softly.

"You remember all that I like to do and have done?" she asked.

"Yes," Jim felt an involuntary tremor.

She looked up at him. "And you will bring the beautiful one to me?"

Jim swallowed hard. "Yes, Mistress."

"He is very sensual, isn't he?"

He tumbled into her gaze. "Yes."

"Beckon to him now," she said. "It's time."

Jim signaled Blair who was at his side immediately. Genevieve looped an arm around each of their waists and steered them out a private exit. A short elevator ride lead to a penthouse apartment.

"Help yourself to the bar. I'll be right back," the Mistress said. "Be ready."

She left the room.

Jim began to undress. He was quick and methodical even while neatly stacking his things. Blair was fascinated. Once again, his partner was on auto pilot. Then Jim turned on him and began to pull off his clothes.

"Man, what are you doing?"

"It's time, Chief" Jim replied. He brushed a kiss across Blair's mouth then pulled the leather pants down. The Guide fell on the sofa. His pants and shoes were whisked off. Jim wanted to ravage Blair right then. He looked beautiful sprawled on the elegant sofa in just he collar.

"Jim, look at me," Blair asked.

"I'm okay, Chief." Jim said. He held out a hand for Blair. "The only way you'll understand is to go through this with me."

Blair went with Jim to the center of the floor where they knelt.

"Think of it as another experiment," Jim smiled wryly.

"Right".

"Now, lower your eyes, Chief."

She didn't enter the room. Jim heard her coming out of her shower in the next room. He swallowed hard. That meant that she was naked.

"Jim," she called to him softly. "Come to me now and bring Blair."

"Yes, Mistress," Jim whispered. "Come on, Chief."

Blair let out a frustrated growl as he was hauled onto his feet. "Kneel, don't kneel. Get dressed. Get naked," he thought with annoyance. "And I'm not even sure who Ellison is really listening to."

His impatience turned to mild panic when he was deposited in a straight back chair and noticed the leather cuff restraints on an end table nearby. Could he allow himself to be tied down with the possibility of a zone out. He looked at Jim who seemed to be moving in a trance on orders Blair couldn't hear. When the Sentinel grabbed Blair's left wrist, the Guide inhaled sharply.

"It's alright, Blair," Jim whispered. "I'm okay. Use sound to anchor me. Talk as much as you can."

Be a living white noise generator Blair thought trying not to laugh at the absurdity. Talk...about what???!!! Gods, Jim is on his knees again. Why did that both frighten and excite him?

Genevieve appeared in the doorway in a bath sheet. Blair forgot that his eyes were supposed be lowered. She looked good enough to spoon up.

"Thank you for the compliment," the Mistress purred. "I'll let you watch me this time.

You have to do your investigation, don't you? Jim, help me prepare."

"Yes, Mistress."

Jim rose to his feet then went to Genevieve who had dropped her towel and climbed onto the king size bed. Blair's mouth dropped open and Jim staggered a step in reaching her. He went to a cabinet near the bed then opened it. It was filled with beautiful crystal bottles of all kinds of shapes and sizes. Jim took out a box of matches, lit the candles around the room then turned down the lights.

"What is your choice, Mistress?"

"You choose, pet."

"Gardenia, then," Jim said. It was lotion that Jim poured into his hands. He rubbed them together then began to work the fragrant moisturizer into the soles of her feet. She purred at his touch. Blair inhaled sharply. He knew how those hands felt when they were concentrating on a deep massage. The memory was filling his own head pulling away his moorings. He could just imagine what it was doing to Jim.

Blair tried to think of something to talk about that didn't involve begging to eat his hostess. "Permission to speak?"

She turned her head towards him. "You aren't completely unruly then, are you. Speak."

"Why the ritual preparation?"

"Let's see if you can deduce that from your observations, Professor," she replied.

Blair caught the very briefest of smiles from Jim before he moved his attentions up Genevieve's thighs.

"You must really enjoy his hands," she sighed. "His touch is amazing... Tell me what Jim was like as the stages of preparation progressed?"

Blair thought about how distant Jim was when he was choosing the clothes. How he would smile wistfully then move on. "More and more thoughtful... as though he was reliving a memory."

"Was he excited?"

Blair blushed. Jim had had a mild hard on all afternoon, but wouldn't acknowledge it let alone allow him to take care of it.

"Answer me, pet."

"Yes."

"Deduce."

"It's part of the build up of anticipation to allow for more control or more pleasure," Blair said.

"B plus," Genevieve smiled. Jim was working his way up her back. "Each ritual evokes memories of a session and the lessons learned. Along with anticipation, there is reinforcement of the lesson. I give many instructions...express many preferences. Those that remember are rewarded. Those who do not are punished. When I have a history with a slave, punishment is less necessary."

"Because of the reinforcement," Blair said.

Jim turned the Mistress over. Okay, Blair thought. That body is a weapon. Jim's cock was at fullest attention. Blair's was thumping at his abdomen.

"I thought seeing a Mistress nude was a rare privilege," Blair said with a voice shakier than he would have liked. "I certainly have not earned. Why am I being honored? And believe me it is an honor."

"Deduce," she smiled.

Blair felt a little giddy. "Can we do this for my dissertation," He asked before he could stop himself.

"Eyes on me, Jim," she said. "You are not to warn him of what he courts."

"Sorry, Mistress," Blair offered.

"You will be, pet. Let's continue. What do you seek most from me?"

"I need to understand why...why Jim is so...attached....why he...trusts..."

"Jim, he's never this inarticulate, is he?"

"Usually not, Mistress," Jim replied. That brief smile returned.

Blair took a cleansing breath. "You are showing me part of why service to you is so compelling. You are also making sure you remind Jim as well."

"A plus," she murmured as Jim massaged her temples.

"Which oil, Mistress," Jim asked. His eyes were shining into hers.

"Choose, pet."

"Yes, Mistress," Jim said. "The jasmine works well with gardenia."

Blair wanted to scream. Who knew the Supercop would embrace aroma therapy? Jim carefully applied the oil to her pulse points then worked some into her damp hair.

"Well done, Jim. Back beside the Beauty. Watch me"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

Genevieve walked over to her closet which opened on a fetish wear extravaganza. The vast array boggled Blair's mind. There was also a frightening assortment of whips, paddles and other weaponry hanging on the door. She wasn't interested in those. It was the clothing items which were on her mind. She pulled on skin tight thigh high black boots, opera length black leather gloves and a beautiful black leather and satin corset. Her hair was nearly dry so the full riot of curls was back by the time she dressed. She chose a leather covered rectangular paddle before closing the closet doors.

"Do you begin to understand why, Professor?"

Blair was surprised he still had a voice. "I'm beginning to."

"Good. Release him, Jim. Then bring him to me."

Jim undid the restraints then led him by the hand to where Genevieve sat on the edge of the bed.

"Over my knee, my beauty. Your insolence cannot be left unanswered," she said softly.

Jim didn't have to compel Blair to comply. He wanted to feel his nakedness against those thighs. He didn't care about the pain... and the sensation was heaven.

"Cross your wrists at the small of your back," she instructed. Blair complied. His breathing was fast and shallow with anticipation. She grabbed him by the hair as much for balance as for punctuation of her points.

"You will curb your tongue in my presence," she whispered in his ear. The paddle landed twice. It stung then warmed him. "You will remember all that slave Jim showed you this night. You are a slave to that beautiful mouth and that gorgeous cock, Blair. You will let me control them."

Ten more strokes. The pain and warmth blended into each other and was forgotten with the electric pleasure of his cock rubbing against her soft, silky thighs. He almost came that way. Almost. When she released him, Blair dropped to the floor with a near painful erection.

"I want to hee you take him orally, Jim," she said. "Make love to him."

"Yes, Mistress." Jim rasped.

He scooped Blair up to deposit him on the bed. Intense feverish kissed followed. Jim then licked Blair's prone writhing form until he could take him in his mouth. The Sentinel took Blair carefully knowing the Mistress would learn a lot from what she saw. Every flick of the tongue, every nibble was observed. She watched the suction he used and measured the firmness and length of each stroke. Blair came explosively then was left in a daze. The Mistress waited while Jim soothed his partner until he was calm and lucid again.

When she beckoned him again from the head of the bed, the Sentinel recognized the desire in her eyes.

"You have been extraordinary tonight, Jim. Training will wait until next time. Right now, I want to relearn that amazing mouth of yours," she whispered spreading her legs. "Now."

"Yes, Mistress!" Jim growled. He latched onto her wetness in an instant. This time Blair watched as Jim used his tongue, lips and teeth on that beautiful pink pussy. His lover was just insanely talented with that mouth. He slowly brought moans then gasps then wails from that wondrous body. She came over and over. Jim didn't stop until she was a boneless form on the pillows. Then he knelt beside her with the most raging erection Blair had ever seen in him.

"Give him release, Beautiful Blair."

And Blair did just as thoroughly as Jim had taken him. By the time Ellison was bellowing at the ceiling, her strength had returned.

She kissed each man tasting the juices they'd accumulated. Then sighed.

"Purest nectar," she murmured. "Go now but know the campaign has just begun. To the next battle."

Neither man could wait.

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