Strangers in the Night: Heiress

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♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ I looked out over the ocean. It was a calm night, which meant that it was good weather for sailing. I was grateful for that.

I was eager to get back home. As much as I had enjoyed the nice trip across the pond to visit my sister, I longed to return to my true calling. Some called me a detective, but I never thought that term much suited me.

I was more of a gumshoe, or maybe just somebody with an insatiable curiosity. It had gotten me into trouble quite a few times before. ♪♪ Luckily, I could normally talk myself out of it.

A few well-placed words can melt the hardest of hearts, and I had melted more than a few in my day. One of them belonged to the daughter of the ship's chief porter. She was a bit pushy, but after I found her lost Cocker Spaniel, she was kind enough to provide me with first-class tickets to see my sister.

Her generosity was almost worth the three days she's been yelling at me to find that damn dog. Almost. Back to the ship.

Its luxury made me more awestruck than I cared to admit. It was beyond anything that I had seen before. Back home, I didn't exactly bathe in a golden bathtub.

The detective biz doesn't pay that well, and never would unless I found a couple hundred more lost puppies. I'm sure the elite didn't care much for my riffraff. I had gotten a couple dirty looks as I had boarded.

I suppose that I could have spent some time trying to barter them up, but spending all evening rubbing elbows with the rich wasn't exactly my idea of a good time. Since I arrived, I had kept mostly to myself. I had watched the ship pull away from port earlier that day and had planned on spending a nice, quiet evening smoking cigars on the back deck.

But those plans were rudely interrupted when I heard a crash from the main dining room. For a moment, I paused. If that crash were the result of foul play, I'd likely be spending the rest of this so-called luxury cruise asking questions that nobody wanted answered, and I'd be lucky to even get paid for it.

But once again, curiosity won out over reason, so I damned myself and chased after the sound. One look in the dining room confirmed that my suspicions were correct. Much to my chagrin, I was greeted by the sight of a fallen chandelier and the cries of a pretty little blonde thing.

I immediately recognized her as the daughter of the far-too-wealthy count that I had the awkward pleasure of meeting the day before. He clearly had considered me beneath him, but at least he had the decency to be polite about it. His daughter, however, was as cliché as they come, haughty and spoiled with an aura of petty childishness that never wore well on a grown woman.

And much to my displeasure, none of it had faded as the result of her near-death experience. Her cries made her sound like a little girl who hadn't gotten the new pony that she wanted, rather than a woman who had nearly been bludgeoned to death by a chandelier. I did my best to feign polite conversation as I rushed to assist her.

For better or worse, she wasn't hurt, although you wouldn't know it from her wailing. Thankfully, others showed up before I had to waste a good handkerchief trying to calm her. Her father and husband immediately hurried to her side, while the waitstaff gaped at shattered crystals that were scattered everywhere.

I tried to be patient through the cries and shouts that followed. I've never understood the rich's flair for theatrics, but at the moment, I was more than willing to tolerate them if it would get the damn girl to stop shrieking. Luckily, having her father dote on her seemed to satisfy the little woman child's need for attention.

Her sobs finally slowed as her father held her in his arms while her husband looked on with a mixture of confusion and jealousy. Relieved, I finally turned to examine the chandelier. I was eager to confirm what I already knew.

But before I could reach it, a woman popped up from around the other side of it. I almost stepped backward in surprise, but managed to keep my composure. I knew her, although I refused to let myself be alarmed by that fact.

Her guarded eyes and sly smile were unmistakable. She was a detective too. In fact, she was the most popular female detective in the biz.

For that reason, most of the other gumshoes just called her Lady, although I always thought the name was somewhat redundant. You only needed to take one look at her to be reminded that she was one. We'd met a few times before, mostly through happenstance.

Funny thing about the city, all the crimes tend to happen in the same place, so once in a while you get two or three detectives all walking along the same pier. Or more likely, all heading to the bar afterwards. We weren't friends, but she at least had enough self-respect to stay out of my damn business, which is more than I could say for half the dime store detectives east of South Third Street.

For that reason, I would have liked her well enough if we hadn't just happened to come across the same crime scene. Without even bothering to acknowledge me, Lady held out a severed rope and announced the room that the chandelier crash was no accident. I wasn't surprised, of course, but the same couldn't be said of everybody else.

I grumbled as another round of shot cries traveled through the room. Lady looked smug, but I refused to let myself be bitter that she found the lead before I did. I knew that she was good, but I also knew that she wasn't as hungry as I was.

I gritted my teeth and swore to myself that I would crack the case before she did. I glanced at the heiress again, who now stood trembling as she stared at the rope slack-jawed. Normally, I would have given the girl time to calm down, but I wasn't about to risk Lady stealing my witness as well.

So I grabbed the girl by the arm and let her down the hall without a word. To my surprise, she didn't struggle and calmly directed me back to her compartment. I let her there without question.

However, once we were inside, she immediately began sobbing again. I gave a loud sigh and spent several minutes trying to console her to absolutely no avail. She flat-out refused to answer questions and only cried harder every time I tried to ask her something.

Finally, my temper broke. I whispered to her, Answer the damn question or I swear I'll slap that pretty little face of yours. At first, she looked surprised.

But then, she gave me a small wink through her tear-filled eyes and her mouth twisted into a tiny smirk. I rolled my eyes. Of course, spoiled little rich girls only cry when they want something.

And I was willing to bet that her meek little excuse for a husband wasn't giving the poor darling what she truly craved. I gave a wry smile. The girl wasn't my type.

But given the circumstances, I was more than happy to oblige. Even if I didn't need information, she was quite a pretty little thing and could certainly do with a lesson. Before she could let out another sob, I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and gagged her with it.

If she was going to learn one thing tonight, it would damn well be how to keep quiet. She choked on the gag as she tried to wail in protest. But I gave her a taunting smile and a slap for good measure.

I told her that she'd have to behave tonight in order to get what she wanted. I didn't have any interest in pleasuring spoiled little brats. She tried to speak.

But I slapped her again and she choked. Then she tried to cry in pain and I slapped her once more. Keep quiet, I warned her.

This time, she obeyed. So I tilted her chin up and made her look me in the eyes. I asked her if she was ready to begin.

She nodded. I smirked and asked if she wanted me to kiss her. She nodded again.

So I let my lips touch her through the fabric of my handkerchief. It might have been a little dissatisfying for her, but I wasn't about to remove the gag until the brat didn't need it anymore. Luckily, I had other ways of teasing her.

I let my hand crawl down her back as I kissed her again. She shivered and I knew that I had her right where I wanted her. I laughed and started kissing her neck.

She squirmed and let out a delicious moan. When I heard her, I immediately stopped and slapped her again. I had told her to keep quiet and I was intent on making her obey.

She bit her lip and fell silent again. I nodded my approval and went back to teasing her neck. She wiggled as she felt the warmth of my tongue on her skin.

But she was a good girl and remained silent. Even so, I knew that I had to do more to make sure that the lesson truly stuck. So I grabbed her up in my arms and tossed her on the bed.

She looked surprised, but to her credit, still she refused to cry out. I rewarded her by planting kisses down her chest. She cupped her hands to her mouth to keep from letting out a sigh.

I smirked. If she was struggling already, then she'd be in real trouble in a moment. My eyes dared her to make a sound as I slowly removed her stockings and slid up her dress.

While she kept silent, I started kissing up her legs until her body started to shake. When I got to her thighs, I had to hide a grin. I could already smell how wet she was.

Almost a shame that she would have to wait until I decided that she was ready. But the poor brat deserved it. I spent a good long time kissing her thighs before finally tasting her pussy.

As I started licking her clit, she pressed her hands against her mouth, determined not to make a sound. Undeterred, I let my tongue dance over her as I felt her body grow tense. I knew that each stroke was bringing her closer and closer.

I just needed to go a little further to finally push her over the edge. But I wasn't quite ready to let her go.