Chapter 1

"Marti," said the voice of a man. Not quite deep but not quite effeminate. I turned and to my surprise… "Dr. Huang!" I said as I retraced, filling the gap between the short man and I, "What a treat! How long are you in New York for?"

"Just for today, I go back to Oklahoma tomorrow morning."

"Oh," I said, running my fingers through my hair, "That sucks! What brings you by?" I ask as we pace together to my office in the FBI building.

"Actually," he paused, looking up at me, "I was looking for you. I have a proposition," he finished, stopping right in front of my glass doors.

"Oh?" I motioned for him to enter and sit. Circling around my desk, I too sat, "What is this about George?"

He took a seat across from me, smiling at his hands and looking up at me, "How would you like to work with the NYPD's Manhattan SVU?"

My mouth went dry. Did he just ask what I think he did? "Your old job?" He nodded, "George!" I puffed, running my fingers through my face, "They still hope that you return. What would it look like if I showed up?" The good doctor opened his mouth to speak but I interjected before he could begin, "I barely just finished my residency… They'll treat me like shit… I cannot even compete with someone like you… I mean…"

"Doctor! Doctor!" George yelled before I could continue, "Breathe," he chuckled, "I already cleared it with the big people on the upstairs. This will be good for you, plus, you have something that I lack."

"And what is that?" I asked breathily.

"You have a degree in Child Psychology. They work most with children and you'd be a great asset to their team. Of course, you must understand, you'll be tempted to do things their way at times but you must remember your oath."

I nodded and huffed, "George," I said, lacing my fingers together, "Why me? I am sure there are other Forensic Psychologists working for the FBI with far more experience than me. I just started at the Bureau a year ago for Christ's sake."

Dr. Huang chuckled, shaking his head, "That might be true Mariel but, you are the one that I chose when they asked whom would I recommend."

I suddenly sat up straighter, "You what?"

He smiled, the kind of smile that would make his eyes disappear, "It was a mere suggestion, they were the ones that made the necessary moves."

"Oh George," I smiled; not being able to remain upset at the man who was not only my mentor but also, a great friend. I sighed, "What do I have to do and when do I start?"

George sighed, a weight being lifted from his shoulders.

Thank God for the weekend. After I had been nearly ambushed… by one man on the previous day, I felt the need to need to relax. It was too much to process too quickly. Thinking back to the conversation between whom would be my predecessor come Monday and myself, I genuinely felt the push that George had given me. He believed in me, even at my young age, he believed in me through and through. I had graduated at sixteen from high school and went on to NYU on a private Volleyball scholarship, to pursue a Children's Psychology degree and then a Master's in Forensic Psychology. By the time I was twenty-three, I had both of my degrees, and starting my PhD. I was thirty, fresh out of my residency and the FBI had agreed on taking me on. I had proven myself to them while shadowing Dr. Huang and several other doctors on duty. My goal was to return to New York island and return I had.

As I sat in my dimly lit apartment I thought about the stuff that I, quote on quote, missed throughout my time in college. Granted, I felt like I had missed nothing. I had a "reputation" in college of being a rolling stone but, if the men and women in my life at that time did not understand my need for just a good fuck and that's that then, it was on them. It's not like I hid my true motives from them, no; I was always honest. And, tonight was one of those nights. I needed just a good fuck to help me ease into Monday but who to call? I sat with my cellphone propped on my bare stomach, my thumb moving swiftly across my screen. My gaze glazed over the name on the screen, 'Jameson' and an automatic reaction coursed through my body. My arousal pooled between my legs and my heart skipped a beat. Curling my legs underneath my body, I tapped on the contact name and began typing a message.

776453

A minute went by before his reply came through.

Already, my pet?

Yes. You should see and feel how wet I am currently.

Well… You know where I reside.

See you in fifteen?

You know the rules. Do not make me wait.

I leaped off the couch and bolted to my room, searching in the closet for an outfit. Founding what I needed I quickly changed and left my apartment. The cool breeze of the spring was turning into a slight heated embrace letting us know that summer fast approached. As the wind blew and hit me a second time, I realized what I was about to do. Did I really want to do this? Did I really want to risk my new co-workers scrutinize my every bruise, bump, and mark? Did I care? No. I walked briskly with conviction on the streets of Brooklyn; the night alive and barely beginning on the beautiful Saturday night where lights, laughter, and noise where the main source life. It took me exactly fifteen minutes to arrive to Jameson's apartment. Entering the elevator, I punch the correct number that would take me to the correct floor. As it rose, my insides pull and tug harshly. My arousal making it known at the juncture of my legs; I fidget and shift between my feet, rubbing my thighs together as much as I can to relieve the pressure my thoughts have caused. The elevator clanged and came to an abrupt stop, opening to his floor and I walked to his door and knocked. I have my head hanged on my shoulders, my hands at my sides, and my breathing evenly.

"Hello, pet," said the voice in a growl. His tone dripping in sex, "come, stand here."

I walked into the apartment, standing where he had pointed, never once elevating my head or gaze. I shed the trench coat, revealing white cotton underwear and a white camisole, "Very good, very good," he mused pacing around me. "Shoes off," he said, pointing at the ground, "Now."

I elevated my leg behind me, unstrapping my heel and repeating the motion with the other leg, "Assume braclettes," he ordered, my body hitting me with another wave of arousal.

I kneeled, spreading my legs as far as my body allowed, sitting back on my heels, creating a stretch on my thighs that caused slight discomfort. My hands curled at my back, my chin resting on my chest causing my hair to slide forward over my shoulders, covering the side of my face, "Look at me, pet," I did as I was bid, slowly raising my head.

Jameson groaned, "Those eyes… those fucking grey eyes," he trailed off, "I'm going to have fun with you tonight."

I smiled, biting my lip and then the sting came quick on my face. I felt the urge to cup my cheek but his hand beat me to it, "Eagerness will get you punished, you know this."

"Yes, Sir," I mumbled my reply, my lip quivering slightly.

"Good girl," he replied, striking me across the opposite cheek.

My night was about to get far more interesting and it was barely just beginning.