Hello, lovelies and welcome to another anagram chapter. It seems there's something weird with F F. net because I can't see any hits or alerts, etc, so I hope you'll be able to read this. Warnings because of Irene Adler (need I say more?). Have fun!

Irene Adler

Lean, Ride, Ire

"I think you are out of line and need punishment. Don't you, Kate?"

As always, Kate dropped her burden of documents on the nearest surface and two red spots bloomed out on her cheeks. "Yes, Ms. Adler," she whispered and upon Irene's gesture, the lean woman trotted over to the bed and lay down on it as she hiked up her tight skirt and revealed the lace on her stay-ups and the black thong.

Irene pursed her lips, took her whip and channeled her lust into ire before she marched over to Kate and moved the leather tongue over the so far pale bum. Her maid moaned but Irene ignored it and instead lifted the whip and made herself ready to begin.

"Kate, you carelessly shook my nail polish bottle. Because of that, bubbles came into the polish and made my nails look hideous when I painted them. You will be punished for that."

Kate tossed her red mane to one side and lifted her head from the bed. "Ms. Adler, I do deserve this but please go easy. Last time I couldn't sit for a day."

Irene gave her a smug smile and mumbled to her, "I am angry with you so you just have to ride it out." Then she brought down the whip sharply on the left buttock and Kate cried out in pain mixed with arousal.

Learn, Deer, I

It wasn't about dominating all the time. Sometimes Irene wanted to accept a client who was inexperienced, prone on mundane pleasure, and not very verbal about his or her needs. Those people were always tentative at first but after a few sessions they had acquired knowledge of things they hadn't had a clue about before and Irene enjoyed it when they realized they could reach new levels of ecstasy.

"Slower I said. Let yourself feel it everywhere, not just on the clit," Irene instructed as she lay on her side and supervised a young, hot female specimen as she moved a vibrator over her sex.

"Ms. Adler, I'm…" the woman panted and clamped her thighs over her wrist but then Irene grasped her chin firmly and forced her to look at her. Brown, innocent deer eyes; scared of the intensity but wanting the satisfaction.

"Do not give in yet. Learn to control yourself until you are so wound up your whole body trembles. Then you'll feel the exquisite pleasure when you climax," Irene mumbled and couldn't resist any longer. Those brown eyes and the full lips.

She moved her head forward and gave the woman a bruising kiss while spreading her thighs and changing the position of the vibrator to another, less sensitive area.

Rear, End, Lie

The music was loud but Irene was not here to make conversation with potential clients. Sometimes she needed a break from her work. Sometimes even Irene Adler wanted to slum.

"Hey, baby! Wanna dance?" a drunk, stinking, and leering man shouted into her ear and Irene snorted.

"Oh, look! A woman is flashing her breasts."

Irene told a lie and as expected, the man turned his eyes away so Irene could dip under a person's arm and disappear in the crowd. She straightened her leather jacket when someone tapped her shoulder.

"You handled that well, love." A husky voice tinted with a scent of cigarette spoke into her ear and Irene looked around. A tall, blonde beauty, golden jacket, lethal boots, red lipstick. Irene had a thing for red lipstick.

"One learns in time," she replied and the blonde woman shot her an amused look and tilted her chin up. Ah. She was flirting with Irene. Also, she seemed to believe that she was the superior. Irene decided she could let the woman be the boss for tonight.

"Want to get some air?" the woman asked and Irene nodded. Both of them made their way out only to end up close to each other by a fence in the deserted backyard.

"So, what's a pretty bird doing here?" the woman wondered and Irene smirked but kept her neck bent in submission, giving the impression of being shy.

"Dancing, dismissing men, you know, the usual."

A laugh came from the woman who then closed the distance between them and pressed her breasts against Irene's, hips against hips. Delicate instead of grabby hands slid over her rear.

"Living on the edge, getting involved with complicated women?" she whispered and a shiver ran down Irene's spine.

"Got a flat nearby?" Irene asked and gave a clear answer at the same time. Red lips came closer.

"Oh, darling, I'm going to make you feel so good as I fuck you," the raspy voice promised.

There. I got the dominatrix part of her right, didn't I? Lol! Irene is a fun character to write about but the next one will also be great I suspect. Because it is... from Hounds of Baskerville...Corporal Lyons! You know, the insanely hot soldier who guided Sherlock and John through the facility! I swear BBC Sherlock has the most sexy extras popping up like daisies everywhere. Send me some reviews and I'll be happy as a puppy!