OK A bit racy this section - in places - but it's not like he hasn't tried this sort of approach before is it???? Enjoy and let me know if you think I went a little too OTT and if you like the twist
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Everyone Has A Trigger
Cal sat there with an amused look on his face, it had been more than 5 minutes now.
"These cuffs aren't standard are they?
"Are you saying you can't open them?"
"No, I'm not saying that at all, but they are one offs aren't they Cal?"
"Wouldn't know Hazel, I just borrowed them off an FBI friend of mine"
"FBI – I never knew you had such..Government approved friends"
"Well it's all through business luv, but yeah, FBI, CIA, NSA, I'm even on a first name basis with the president and his family"
"That's a lot of serious connections"
"Well they come in useful – in cases an things. There's very little I can't find out about a person, if I need to….and of course they all have there links and connections in most other countries around the world"
"Yes, I can see how that might come in – useful for your work, tell me Cal, have the internal workings of this lock been deliberately damaged?"
"I really hope you can do that Hazel coz – the Fed wouldn't give me the key"
"I get the strong impression that it is you who are playing some sort of game now Dr Lightman"
Cal got up from his slouch position on the big leather chair, walking round Hazel he studied the handcuffs that were still firmly secured round her wrists behind her back.
"I didn't think it would matter, I suppose I assumed someone in …'your' profession would find no real problem with these cuffs"
"I see, and being a lawyer comes hand in hand with being a professional escapologist now does it?"
He pulled up a high backed chair and sat directly in front of her, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"No, but I imagine it helps with being one of the highest paid, least known dominatrix in the business!"
"Ahh – your contacts I assume, they must be very good, I mean excellent to have found out"
"You don't deny it"
"Would there be any point?"
"Probably not, are you…Working while you are out here?"
"I told you Cal, I taking a break, that means form all work"
Cal got up and poured himself a drink "So what is this really all about Hazel? How much of you story is true?"
"All of it was true Cal, surely your sources confirmed that? All I did was ..miss out my 2nd job"
"Why I am still left feeling that you have some sort of plan, something that involves me"
"I assume you do actually have a key to these, because they are feeling slightly uncomfortable now"
"So you can deal it out, but not so happy about taking it err?"
"There's a reason I'm a dominatrix Cal, not a submissive"
"And the plan Hazel? I want to know about the plan"
"Cal – Please"
Cal made himself comfortable on the large chair again.
He just sat and smiled at her, slowly sipping his whisky. He watched as she continued to struggle with the locks, gradually he finally saw the mask of control start to slip.
She was getting frustrated, and the tiniest bit scared, Cal was really beginning to enjoy himself now, with the mask slipping, he could finally start to read her properly, now he might get the truth.
"Dr Lightman, I insist you take these handcuffs off me now"
"I really don't think you are any position to start issuing orders at the moment – you know the terms, tell me the plan – I take the cuffs off"
Now she was getting angry, Shit this is fun he thought.
"Oh you think you're so clever don't you, well don't expect me to start begging because you'll be waiting for a long time!"
Pushing herself up from her chair she made her way over to her handbag that was sitting on a sideboard.
Turning her back to it she opened the bag, groped around and finally came out with her cell phone. Flipping the lid she started feeling her way round the numbers.
Cal moved swiftly, the phone was wrenched out of her fingers and thrown across the room, dragging her by her arms, he manoeuvred her round and threw her backwards into the couch.
"The plan Hazel!"
"The PLAN has been dropped Cal! it no longer exists, and how DARE you treat me like that"
The fear was overtaking the anger now.
"So there WAS a plan then, at least we've made some progress…I still like to know what it was – naturally curious me"
Hazel dropped back into the cushions lifting her head as she did, it was a deliberate action to avoid his stare.
Cal could still see all he needed to, her 'wall' was crumbling.
Fear was the trigger with this woman, she was so used to being totally in control of every situation she was in, a courtroom, a customer.
Take that control away and she was lost…So, he thought- lets just up the stakes…
Moving over to her he sat on the edge of the settee, pulling from his pocket one of the long lengths of silk that he had kept hold of out of the box from the previous evening, he grabbed her legs, she started trying to kick out but he had the element of surprise and had hers ankles secured before she could escape his grasp. "Don't want you trying to run off anywhere do we"
He could hear her breath coming in short gasps now – panic was overtaking the fear.
He settled himself back into the depths of the soft leather, deliberately making him sure he was pressed up against her.
Not allowing her any time to recover he started caressing the side of her face with his fingers, his lips close to her cheek.
"Do you enjoy the sex that you're 2nd job provides you Hazel?"
"There ..is.. no.. sex..involved, I'm not some cheap whore!"
"Oh I know you're not cheap, but no sex! What are they spending all that money for?"
"Control! – to be controlled. To be dominated ..Hence the name DOMINATRIX"
Lifting himself up he flipped over her ending up in a kneeling position.
His legs were now either side of hers, his hands pressing against her shoulders forcing her fully back in to the back of the couch.
Leaning forward he kissed her, she tried desperately to twist her head away, but he lifted one hand from her shoulder and gripped it round her jaw forcing her head to stay where he wanted it.
Letting go of the other shoulder he used the weight of his body to keep her in place, his free hand now started to move up under her skirt.
He was wondering how much more she could take before she broke.
He finished the kiss with a short sharp bit on her lower lip.
"So what then Hazel, do you dress up for them" His hand was near the top of her thigh now, "Is that what they like? What's the favourite? Strict Matron- School Mistress- Full leather with whips – or perhaps you like to utilise your 'other' work clothes? Cos your not just a lawyer are you, you're a full barrister – do they like that Hazel? The wig and the long red gown?"
"STOP IT! Get off of me"
Leaning back slightly he took hold of the front of her blouse and ripped it open "THE PLAN Hazel – Tell me about the plan"
"It was RADAR.. Jack..Jack Radar"
That was a shock, of all the things he had imagined, Jack Radar hadn't popped up at all.
He got off her and sat back down, this time there was about a foot of space between them.
Cal bent over and rested his face in his hands for a few moments, trying to think, work out how the hell Radar was involved in all of this.
Glancing sideways he could see she was in a mess. Her perfect makeup was smeared, her face redden by fear and the tears that were now silently streaming down. Her whole body was shaking.
He felt quite sorry for her but he knew he couldn't relent yet. He HAD to find out what the bloody hell Radar had tried to set him up for……
