Privileged Murder

Three

Waking up this morning was practically horrible, I woke ass up, face down, a position I would never really object to in the correct circumstances, but I was on the sofa in the middle of my living room. I'd clearly blacked out whilst watching the tv last night and never bothered to move during the night, as I got up my crotch brushed up against the arm of the sofa. Ah, that explains the position. I was hard, rock hard. That was weird, I hadn't woken up hard in months, I hadn't had a wank in a couple of weeks either come to think of it.

That's sad Styles, just plain sad

It's not like I was completely touch starved, I just didn't crave after that boring vanilla contact anymore, the power of a one-night-stand nor my right had could compete with a dom holding me down. But for some reason, I wasn't getting a great deal of action lately, it's not that I don't have options, hell I have shit loads but I just wasn't feeling anybody, not even my regular fuck buddies that I call up. Something was missing. As much as I thought about my bad, vanilla past fucks my situation was not going away so I ended up opting to pull myself off before heading to get dressed. I passed my dresser in my room and slightly contemplated getting myself off with one of my few vibrators I had stored away Fuck it, you might as well, at least you get something.

I resumed my previous position of ass up, face down with my head actually hanging off the side of the bed, practically choking myself with the edge of my matress, I fought between whether to prep myself or not, on one hand, hard and rough is my go-to but seeing as I hadn't actually had any penetration in like 3 months I opted against no prep. I might have a pain kink but I'm not in the mood for the pain if I don't even have a partner.

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After about 10 minutes I finally came, my god that was too much effort. See what I mean, I can't even be bothered to fuck myself properly, it had actually become a chore.

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I strolled into work at about 10 am, which yes I know is bad for a police officer working on the start of a murder case but considering I am the Detective Cheif Inspector and the Superintendent is practically already on her knees for me I don't think anyone is going to make a comment. Liam had already started on the investigation and had an evidence board up and running. Thank God for Liam Literally, I don't know what I would do without him. He clocked me walking in and turned to the room

"Oi up lads, the wonder detective has returned"

To which I took a short sarcastic bow and walked towards him "Alright enough of that, what've you got going?"

Liam took in a breath and started reeling off possible suspects "well we've got the parents, a long shot and no motive but no ignoring the possibility, friends, neighbours, she was self-employed so no boss, had a few employees but it was all online, I suspect she only met them like twice, one sibling but I doubt it"

I considered his evaluation for a moment then spoke "Why not the sibling? Jealousy is a pretty superior motive, who is it anyway?"

"A brother, Mark, 5 years her junior. If the parents passed all inheritance would be split equally between them so no rivalry there, well apart from the father's company, that went fully to the victim, still wouldn't count on it though"

"Why'd you say that?" I was intrigued to know why he was dismissing the brother so quickly

"Doesn't need it. Three years ago he married into the Spanish Royal Family, more money and status to his name than his whole family, anyway we checked out travel records, he hasn't left Spain since he married and I'm not really into investigating a now member of nobility"

Fair Enough "Okay" I breathed out a laugh "Good Point.....however"

He broke in "I'm telling you it's not him"