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It’s been so long since a husband and wife requested his services that Ian Adler has almost forgotten how much fun it can be to have two pets instead of one.
After the money arrives in his account, he visits them in their luxury suite at the Montcalm hotel. They’re a stereotypical power couple: good-looking, fashionably dressed, and treating the place as if they own it. Maybe they do.
Ian can tell that neither the man nor the woman is an experienced BDSM player, but they are willing to pay obscene amounts of money to learn. Believing that everyone should ‘start as a bottom’, the Man orders ‘Mr. and Mrs. Myers’ to kneel, and then unpacks his sleek leather suitcase full of toys.
Ian lets himself forget about Sherlock Holmes long enough to relish what his own devious mind can think up during the four hours that follow. He ties the woman spread-eagled on the bed, clamps her nipples and treats her body to alternate drips of hot wax and ice water while her husband buries his face in her cunt. Then he blindfolds the man, crops his white buttocks until a vivid red blush covers the skin, and makes him bend over the huge four-poster bed while the woman plunges into his arse with an electrified strap-on. As the man moans his pleasure into the luxurious sheets, Ian remembers how Sherlock makes noises just as pretty during their post-midnight games.
He can’t wait for Saturday.
Finally, the allotted time is up. Mr. and Mrs. Myers get dressed in their bedroom while Ian goes into the sitting room to pack his suitcase. When they return, the husband goes directly to the crystal bar set while the wife, a beautiful brunette, approaches. She is positively glowing.
“Thank you, Mr. Adler. You were all we expected and more.”
Ian opens his mouth to give an equally courteous reply, but the only sound he makes is a gasp of surprise as a needle sinks into his neck. Acting on instinct, he turns around to swing, but the movement throws him off balance and he crashes to the floor, right at the feet of the tall and stately Mr. Myers. When he tries to rise, a high-heeled shoe plants itself on his back, anchoring him to the Moroccan carpet.
The last thing Ian hears before passing out is the soft, elegant voice of Myers saying, “After you’ve rested, Mr. Adler, we have an important topic to discuss. Namely, my brother Sherlock.”