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out of his pyjamas. She ground her pussy against him, and he growled low in his throat and kissed her harder. She was going to kill him.
    The door of Jack’s room opened and he started to come out, rubbing his eyes sleepily. When he saw them, he excused himself and went back in, but it was enough. Sanity returned, and Eric forced his arms to put her away from him. He kissed her cheek, patted her beautiful little bottom, and sent her to bed. He saw she did not really want to go either, so why had he sent her away? His cock wanted the answer to that question, but his head was now firmly in control again. He knew he did not want her to give herself to him when she was vulnerable or out of gratitude. That way it would never last, and he now knew he intended it to last. She was his, and he wanted no other so it had to be done the correct way.
    He sighed and went into the bathroom to relieve his swollen cock. Soon, he promised himself as he pumped his hand up and down. Soon it will be her doing this with her mouth, her tongue, her cunt, and her back hole. On that thought he exploded, streams of hot semen landing in the towel he held in his hand. It was not going to relieve the pressure for long, but if it meant he could sleep, he’d live with it for now. He cleaned himself up and as he left the bathroom, Jack, who was waiting to go in, grinned conspiratorially.

    Chapter Twelve

    The next day, Eric went off to the club early. He knew Jack would look after Emma and she’d be safe.
    The Doms’ meeting at the club was uneventful until Torquil said, “I want something done about this Emma. She has been sending me abusive e-mails for several days now, and I will not put up with it!”
    Rafael said he had received some, and even Catriona had had them. All the Doms except Eric had received them.
    Prometheus had his mobile on, and when the tone sounded, he said, “She has just sent me another one. It is beyond a joke, and even if she is Jane’s granddaughter we cannot have this.”
    Eric made a call, and when he had finished, he broke into the general grumbling and angry comments. He said, “Well, now that is strange. Emma has been at my flat and has no mobile, and her laptop was stolen two days ago. Moreover, she has spent the day with Jack, a member of Special Branch, and he will swear on a stack of bibles that she has made no calls, has not touched a phone, and has not had access to the Internet, so it was not her.”
    You could have heard a pin drop as they all looked at one another in astonishment.
    “What the fuck is going on?” bellowed Torquil.
    “My feelings exactly,” said one Dom after another. Eric noticed Catriona had the wit to keep silent and wait to be told.
    He outlined the story he had heard from Emma the previous day.
    “She has never been to this city before and knows only Jane and Angus apart from those people she has met at work. Somebody has it in for her, and I intend to find out who.”
    “Are you sure she is the real target?” Catriona asked.
    Trust her to get to the heart of the matter.
    “We have had no trouble in the club before she came, so who else could it be?” one of the Doms asked.
    “Well now, that’s not strictly true, is it?” Catriona looked around.
    Eric noticed she waited for them to think along the same lines as herself.
    “Jane!” said Prometheus. “She is Jane’s granddaughter.”
    “Just so! And who has had a problem with Jane?” Eric asked.
    They all knew who that was.
    “I saw her talking to Emma yesterday,” mused Eric, and Torquil said, “I was in the city centre the other day, on my way to an appointment. I saw Jessica behaving oddly outside a block of flats. She waited until she saw Emma come out. Then she walked up as if she’d met her accidentally. I thought it was odd but it was none of my business. Then they went off together toward the city centre.”
    “Well, that gives me a starting point, and it will be a whole lot easier than without one,” said