Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 56

A knock at the door.

Mr Bennett sighs, folds up his newspaper and places it beside his glass on the side table. He was enjoying the peace and quiet and a finger of malt. It’s a little early for whiskey, but at least he’s putting off mowing the lawn for a little longer.

Visitors….

Who needs them?

He opens the door, then rocks a little. He didn’t expect to find the police on his doorstep. A uniformed officer with dark glasses and an official manner stands there, casually flicking through a notebook.

“Hello? Um….”

“Good morning. Would you be Mr Bennett?”

“Yes, that’s right. What can I do for you, officer?”

“I was given your name in connection with a young woman we’re looking for, one Jennifer Conners. I understand she recently married your son?”

“Jennifer?”

Of course….

What else would it be?

“What’s she done now? I’m not remotely surprised she’s in trouble with the police.”

“Who is it, dear?” Mrs Bennett’s voice echoes from the next room.

“It’s the police,” he shouts back. “They’re looking for Jennifer. She’s in some sort of trouble.”

Mrs Bennett appears behind him in a skirt and sweater topped with a string of pearls, all immaculately presented. Her slightly waved hair is set and perfectly groomed. “Oh dear,” she fusses. “Now what has she done?” Then she examines her husband. “Button, dear.”

He frowns, then fastens the top button of his shirt.

“May I come in?” asks the policeman.

“Of course, officer. Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee, please. Black.”

Mr Bennett leads him to the lounge. “Please, sit down. What can we do for you?”

“I understand Jennifer was married to your son before she disappeared?”

“That’s correct. If you can call it a marriage. And for as long as it lasted.”

“And what does that mean exactly?”

Mr Bennett examines the ceiling, where a small cobweb intrudes on otherwise plastered perfection. His chin juts. “We discovered after some months that the two were not….” He chews his words….

Mrs Bennett enters, carrying a tray bearing delicate white cups and saucers and a matching coffee pot. She offers a plate of cookies, artfully arranged.

The police officer takes one. “Thank you, I will.” He takes off his sunglasses, smiling disarmingly. “The wife says I’m not supposed to but, you know, it’s been a long time since breakfast and….”

“All good ingredients officer. Homemade. You can tell your wife that you’ll come to no harm with these.”

“That’s good to know.” He bites in, cocks his head in appreciation. “Delicious,” he mumbles, wiping crumbs from his lip as he smiles at Mrs Bennett.

“Do help yourself. There’s plenty more where those came from.”

“I will, yes. Now, about Jennifer? And her marriage to your son?”

Mr and Mrs Bennett meet eyes. “It’s a little delicate, you see….” begins the woman.

Her husband cuts her off. “She wouldn’t sleep with him,” he says bluntly. “The whole marriage was a fake. I don’t know why she did it, but there you go. And to make it worse, Chad still, for some reason, defends her. Says it wasn’t her fault.”

The officer smiles sympathetically. “I can see that would be distressing for you. Does he say why it wasn’t her fault?”

“No. We can’t get anything out of him. Personally, I think he just feels a fool for being taken in by her.”