The Profilers (5 page)

“Where are you taking me?” Rene asked her partner as he drove through an unfamiliar residential area.

“We’re headed to my place so you can set up a profile on that site the librarian said our first victim was using.”

“Oh, so Mr. All Business wants to show me his home, huh?”

“My computer is top of the line. I have a whole room set up with three monitors and capabilities we don’t have access to at work.”

“So I get to play the victim which, I can assure you, I’ll never be.”

“You’re a Mistress aren’t you, Rene?”

“Yeah, Turner, I am and I’m damn good at what I do. I don’t know how far into the scene you are but it’s evident to me that you like kink. One thing you need to know about me is that I may be your employee at work, but off hours, it’s open season.”

Agent Turner chuckled, “I guess I’m safe then because we stay on the clock.” When he looked and saw the serious look on her face, he knew she wasn’t playing. The only question was, why did her stern demeanor turn him on?

“Damn, Turner, do you come from money or what?” Rene questioned as they pulled up to his mansion.

Agent Turner waited to answer until he had keyed in the code to access the gate.

“Yes I do, but I would rather people at work not know about my personal life.”

“Well, your secret is safe with me.”

She took some time to study her surroundings. It would tell her what she wanted to know about the man she had every intention of making her sub.

They pulled into the four-car garage and made their way into the commercial kitchen. She waited until he locked the door and turned towards her before her slap connected with his cheek.

“This shit of you walking in front of me and treating me like some inconvenience stops today. I’m an equal partner, Turner, and don’t you fucking forget it. If you make the mistake of doing so again you’ll be feeling the sting of my crop on that sweet, little ass of yours.”

He rubbed his face, shocked by her sudden change in character.

“I’m sorry… I meant no disrespect.”

“Don’t let it happen again.” She wound her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him towards her and crashing her lips down on his. Her tongue explored the inside of his mouth with expertise and she noted that he was kissing her back with just as much enthusiasm. Regardless of how professional he wanted to keep things at work, Rene was demanding his submission behind closed doors. She tugged at a handful of hair at the nape of his neck.

“Now would be a great time for you to say,
Yes Mistress
.”

He lowered his eyes, “Yes Mistress.”

Her manicured hand gently stroked over his cheek, “Good boy, because the last thing you want to do is get on my bad side.”

“I believe you,” was all he said as he took her hand and led her up one side of his double staircase.

Rene looked around the massive master bedroom. It was stunning and unlike anything she would have ever guessed her partner would have. The large, king size, four-poster bed barely filled the large room. She found herself analyzing the ease with which she could tie him to its posts. He had decorated in light colored furniture and there was an elegant, crisp, clean look to the room. A fireplace dominated one wall and a large, antique wardrobe covered the other. She followed as he made his way into an office that was done in dark woods and a masculine burgundy color. He had definitely been telling the truth when he said he had a top of the line computer system. The latest up to date components sat on a huge mahogany desk with three different screens, all of which were currently showing feeds from various security cameras positioned around the 4.5 acre estate in his Indian Hills subdivision.

“This is stunning, David, absolutely stunning.”

“I don’t let most people know that my parents left me money; it keeps me safe from the gold diggers.”

“I understand… no one wants to be used,” she waggled her eyebrows teasingly, “unless it’s sexually.”

“I’d love for you to use me sexually, Mistress.”

She eyed him as she unbuckled her belt and let her pants drop before she sat in one of the large office chairs behind his desk. She watched as he bent down in front of her. “I bought you a matching chair the first day I met you.” He nodded towards the other leather chair on wheels.

She toed off her shoes, kicked her pants off the rest of the way, and propped one of her feet up on his shoulder to give him access to her moist opening. “Show me how you want to be used, boy.”

She groaned as his tongue went to work swirling over her engorged clit. “Look up at me, David, and pull your cock out. Oh yes, you have a lovely cock. I’m looking forward to using that big cock of yours for my pleasure. Now, show me how you masturbate when you fantasize about your Mistress. Yes, you have a gorgeous cock, boy. It’s nice and thick, a good length.”

His lapping at her opening became more urgent as she talked dirty to him. “Finger fuck me, boy, and you keep licking while you pull on that cock of yours. That’s it. Look at your Mistress while she comes all over that sweet, little face of yours.” He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned, commanding him to come with her. It was already evident to her that this little partnership was going to work out quite nicely.

It was the perfect hunting ground for an online predator. The women who came there were not only vulnerable, they were open about discussing their issues because they had the anonymity of hiding behind a computer screen.

It had taken the killer a little bit of research and befriending someone who could send an invite, but it hadn’t been too hard. It was well worth it. It was despicable how these women would get online and whine about how they were mistreated, yet when they were offered a way out of their situation, they wouldn’t take it.

In the killer’s eyes, they were getting what they deserved; it was the ultimate answer to their problem. They whined and whined, so brave in their little chat room, but didn’t have the guts to pursue what they really wanted in life so the killer gave it to them—a way out.

If they couldn’t be bold enough to leave their abusers, then the killer had no problem providing them a way out of their hell on earth. It was better to make resources available to women who were serious about wanting to get out of their abusive relationships by getting rid of these parasites. These women, who needlessly waste time and resources that could be used on someone worthy, who know all the while that they’ll never leave, don’t deserve anyone’s sympathy. Volunteers are kind enough to give up their precious time and money in an attempt to help them and these women selfishly squander those opportunities. Yes, as far as the killer was concerned, they were getting just what they deserved.

Agent Turner eyed his partner as she sat, looking beautiful in one of his button-up dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up and nothing but a pair of panties beneath it. Her legs were crossed and she was seated at the computer in the office chair he had purchased with her in mind. He couldn’t deny it any longer. Though he had fought it and tried to ignore it, he had known from the moment they first met that he wanted her. It didn’t matter if she was his partner; he was smitten. Their sexual attraction to each other was almost a tangible thing and from the day she had grabbed his cock in the car and threatened him, he had known she had just what he craved. Her fiery redheaded nature had drawn him in and her sexuality only sealed the deal.

“We’ve got problems. I can’t get in this chat room without an invite and a password.”

“I’ve got a connection.”

“Who?” Rene questioned, curious about who he knew that had ties to a predominately female chat room.

“An ER doctor, Eric Ozment, relocated here to Louisville from New York. He came here after he rescued a woman from her pimp. I guess he thought it would give them a clean slate to start over together, not to mention keep her safe from her past.”

He winked as he waited on the phone; he had already placed the call.

“Eric? It’s Agent Turner. We’re doing some undercover work and I need access to that chat room you set up so my partner can set up a profile.”

“A partner, huh? I might be interested in dating a FBI agent if I wasn’t already head over heels in love with Selena.” Turner knew Eric could care less about any other woman than the one he had rescued. The doc was just fishing to see if he had finally gotten a steady woman.

“You are not dating my partner.”

“Are you dating her?”

“Off the record… yes, I am dating her.”

He looked at Rene as he spoke, “And I’m jealous by nature, Doc, so back off.” David wrote down the information the doctor relayed over the phone as he stared at Rene. He simply couldn’t get enough of her. The last thing Agent David Turner said before he got off the phone was, “Hey Doc, keep this quiet. We want to catch this guy and we want to catch him off guard.”

“Will do, and bring that pretty partner of yours by the hospital to meet me,” Dr. Ozment answered, obviously still intent on ragging him.

He winked at Rene, “I’m not bringing her to meet you; you’ve got a woman. Goodbye, Doc.” He gave him no time to respond. He just chuckled as he hung up his phone.

“Rene, bring some clothes over here. That way you can come and go at will.” His look was one of earnest expectation.

“I’m not moving in but I’ll consider bringing a few changes of clothes.”

David attempted to keep the giddiness he felt from showing in his face but when she rubbed her hand over his head, tousling his hair, he couldn’t hide it any longer. She made him feel an emotion he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He was happy. S
he
made him happy.

“Stop staring and get me in this chat room, David.”