![]() Her bedraggled hair fell over her eyes as she continued to pommel the assailant with desperate blows. Eventually, her blue, battered arms and bloody cheeks told her there was nothing left she could do. She drove her nails into his flesh, made him bleed, but he would not relent. She would be the one to dominate, not him. She kicked him hard in the shins, and they struggled on the floor. She had expected a sensual, mannerly invitation from him, but when he met her at her door and forced her into the bedroom as she opened it, she thought herself a fool. He finished his dinner at the same time she finished hers, and he strode to the stairs as she made her way to the elevator. She had seen him before on the same floor as her, exchanging flirtatious glances as they passed in the hall. ![]() She remembered how she had eaten dinner at the hotel, and a man had lasciviously studied her from his own table. She seemed to have read his mind, for she looked up defiantly, against any thought of tears. He thought she was going to cry, but she did not. “A bruised scapula? With all due respect, even you couldn’t pull that off.” She pulled the sheets up over her shoulders. Your scapula is bruised from blunt force it’s not sore.” My shoulder is sore, and I prefer you keep your slimy hands off it. Words disobediently lingered at the back of her throat. “The night you were beaten a few days ago.” “Who says I’m not?” she snapped, still facing the wall. “No, I mean you aren’t a dominatrix unprofessionally, either.” “My dominatrix days ended the moment you confiscated my camera phone.” ![]() “You don’t wield the whip anymore, do you, Miss Adler?” The bead let go of the lash and fell down her cheek. #Adlock fanfic codeIt was the same as it had been when he revealed the code that unlocked her camera phone. She was breathing hard not from arousal, but from anger. “ Don’t,” she spat, speaking the word as if it tasted foul. She let go of his neck, inhaled as if she were coming up for water, and smacked him across the face. Shock chased the sensual emotion from her face. As his fingers felt the flesh, he knew exactly why she had resisted the road’s touch only an hour earlier. To her surprise, he pressed her right shoulder blade firmly with his thumb. He slid his arms around her shoulders as she inhaled expectantly. “Do what?” Irene asked, blissfully mesmerized. “Does it hurt when I do this?” he asked, his eyes steady and unblinking. He would go no further, but she didn’t know that. His mind warmed as he processed the fact that she trusted him. She reached up and intertwined her fingers behind his neck. He remembered when they had sat like this by the fire at 221b, each one holding the other’s hands and getting lost in the other’s eyes. He just stared into her face unblinkingly. ![]() She pulled him closer so that his face was only inches from hers. “Why not? Just one trifle?” she quizzed, reaching out and fondling his cheek. “I’ve not the time for your trifles, Miss Adler.” She pulled him down so that he knelt beside the bed. He decided to play along and try for information. He remembered how she had fallen on the sidewalk and winced when her back hit the ground. Sherlock looked at her and saw dilated pupils. Propping her up against the pillows, he pulled down the blankets and covered her.Īs he drew back, she seized his forearms to keep him from leaving. She was happy with the state of things.Īs soon as Sherlock managed to get the door open, he strode over towards the bed and laid her down upon it. She had her arm around his neck and was leaning on him as they slowly entered the suite. Sherlock helped her as they made their way back to her room. I felt that it was necessary to the plot, and I understand some of you won’t agree, but this idea popped in my head, and I felt it would further the story nicely, so I went with it.Īlso, sorry it took so long for me to post this I start school tomorrow, and the last few weeks have been crazy. I don’t detail the rape itself, just the events leading up to it and the aftermath. I do detail the events leading up to a rape in this section. I want this to be as realistic as possible. ![]() In fact, in this part I play with Irene’s character a bit more and pull on some strings we never really saw in A Scandal in Belgravia. On, I have names for my chapters, and this chapter (chapter three) is titled “The Death of the Dominatrix.” There is a moment in this part where Irene tries to seduce Sherlock and he plays along to get information from her, but don’t be afraid. I’ll be posting the final “edited” chapters on the blog’s archive, Wattpad, and soon.Īgain, my usual disclaimer – I’ll spare you the details: No erotica. I’m going through the entire story with Eva, over at the amazing blog Coffee, Classics, and Craziness, and she’s beta reading/editing the story for me, which is helping tremendously. This is my first self-edited draft of chapter three. Alrighty, folks! Here ’tis…yet another chapter. ![]()
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