Dominated: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 4) by Callie Wild Read Free Book Online Page A

client spoke again, soft and scratchy. He was clearly trying to manipulate his voice, which made Frank nervous. He’d never heard the man speak, but maybe Eleanor had.
    Why else would he be attempting to disguise his voice? Maybe Eleanor’s stalker was someone she knew. That would explain why the man was still in his disguise.
    In over a month of tailing him, no one had seen the man out of that wide-brimmed hat he kept pulled low over his features. Frank’s people had been tracking him long enough to know that Eleanor wasn’t the only woman he had been stalking. The sicko was a busy man, terrorizing half the sex workers in the city. So far he hadn’t acted on any of his twisted threats, but he was still managing to inflict serious damage.
    Rumors of the “red light stalker” were scaring away business on the seedier side of town, seriously affecting the bottom line of the S&M parlors, as well as the more straight-laced bordellos.
    While Frank never frequented the places, these citizens deserved protection from creeps threatening their livelihood—not to mention their lives—as much as any other person in the kingdom. The new king and queen might be on a mission to close down the sex trade, but until they succeeded in making it illegal to traffic in human flesh, it was Frank’s job to provide the workers of the red light district with equal protection under the law.
    “You will refer to me as Mistress, you will not look me in the eye, and you will be punished if you speak before spoken to again. Is that clear?” Eleanor asked the man in front of her, still sounding strong and confident.
    But then again, why shouldn’t she? The guy was even shorter in real life than he looked in photographs, well under five and a half feet, even with the strange little fedora he had left on his head.
    Once he had taken off his bulky overcoat, he was downright scrawny, so scrawny that he seemed reluctant to remove his oversized gray t-shirt. It trailed down over the loincloth that hung limply around his thin, hairless, almost feminine-looking legs.
    Scratch that, very feminine-looking legs.
    “Shit,” Frank cursed, beginning to smell a rat. His gut was screaming that something was wrong, a feeling that was confirmed when Nate came scurrying into his hiding place.
    “Captain, there’s another one!” Nate’s face was pale and sweat beaded on his mostly hairless upper lip. “There’s another stalker in a hat down in the lobby right now. We managed to stall him—had a janitor say the elevator was broken—but he’ll be here soon. It’s only ten flights up the stairs.”
    “All right, cover me.” Frank darted a quick look at the surveillance monitor to see that stalker number one was still a safe distance from Eleanor before he armed his weapon and made for the door.
    “Should we stop the second one, sir?” Nate asked.
    “Not unless we have to,” Frank returned. “Use your judgment, Officer. If I don’t have the situation under control in time, take him into custody.”
    “Will do, sir,” Nate said.
    “I knew it!” Eleanor suddenly shouted.
    “Freeze, Queen’s Guard,” Frank bellowed as he burst into the room, nearly dropping his gun when he found his mark.
    It was Queen Cynthia, live and in the flesh.

CHAPTER TEN
    Frank
    What the holy hell was going on?
    “Captain Frank?” Cindy squeaked. Her blonde hair spilled out in a mad tangle from the cap she had whipped off her head and her big blue eyes began to tear. Her bottom lip quivered and her hand trembled, a fact that wouldn’t have worried him if that hand hadn’t been holding a silver revolver trained on Eleanor’s chest.
    “Put the gun down, Cynthia,” Frank said, dropping the “Queen” before her name. The less power she thought she had, the better. He had no idea why she would try to murder her stepmother on the same night she sent him on a mission to save her, but he wouldn’t be an accessory to whatever she had planned.
    He would take her down