Triple Play (16 page)

Lisa’s Dom untied her and helped her off the seat, wrapping her in a silk robe and in his arms as he led her off the stage to a loud applause. There had been no other activities during the initiation, one of the rules being to either watch or participate. It didn’t take long, however, for everyone to scatter, strip, and start indulging themselves again. Much to Ella’s relief, Mac slipped her dress over her head and the two of them escorted her out the back door that took them right out to the parking lot without having to go through the downstairs club again.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Sam said as they neared her apartment. “Having second thoughts?”

“I’d be crazy not to, wouldn’t I? But I’m not backing out. I’ll go through with it next week if you don’t catch him soon. I’m assuming you have someone protecting Lisa?”

“We’ve got her covered,” Mac said as he pulled into an empty space and cut the engine. “You know you don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to, Ella. We’ll find another way.”

“And risk someone else getting killed? No, we’ve come this far, I’ll see it through. Besides, Lisa looked like she enjoyed herself. It will probably turn out to be the best experience of this whole charade,” she quipped lightly, not daring to admit that the best experience to her would be having Mac and Sam in her life, even if for a short time.

Sam and Mac weren’t fooled by her easy acceptance; but, like she said, they had come too far to change tactics now. Not if they wanted to prevent another murder. They both walked her into her apartment and kissed her good night. Back in the truck, Sam turned to Mac, saying, “It’s not as if we’d allow anything to happen to her. We’ll stop it if she gives us any sign.”

“Who’re you trying to convince, partner, me or you? Remember, this was your idea.”

“Yeah, well I hadn’t counted on caring as much as I do,” Sam admitted reluctantly.

“Well, that does present a problem, cause I hadn’t counted on that either.”

Chapter Thirteen

Miniature golf and pizza. Ella wondered what they had been thinking as she dressed in a pair of white shorts, green and white halter top and tennis shoes. When Sam had asked her to arrange for Friday off to prepare for Saturday’s initiation, she had assumed they would be going over last minute details of their roles for Saturday night. It had been very difficult getting both weekend nights off and only her rank and seniority had enabled her to do so on such short notice. There had been no attempts after Lisa’s initiation last week, so the pressure was on for them to continue with their charade. When Mac had called this afternoon and told her to dress comfortably for some fun and games, she had been surprised, but secretly pleased, that she would be spending more time with them. She just wished this was a real date with her boys instead of part of their job and her desire to avenge a friend.

Checking herself in the mirror, she acknowledged how dangerous it was to her well being to keep referring to Mac and Sam as her boys and wishing the three of them had a real relationship. She didn’t know when she had come to care so much for two men; and, if asked to, she knew she would never be able to choose between the two. Maybe, given that dilemma, it was best their liaison was soon to end. If the killer didn’t take their bait, Mac and Sam’s task force would have to come up with an alternative plan, and she would have to return to having vanilla sex with one man instead of having her every desire indulged by two.

Ella had just gotten used to leaving her large breasts unbound and going without panties, and the thought of returning to those constrictions as well as the ones expected of most lovers, was depressing. Just last evening before work, she had the pleasure of taking Sam’s cock down her throat and swallowing his come while having her ass stretched and filled with Mac’s cock and sperm. Even so, with her breasts spilling out of her top and her bare pussy and ass rubbing against the rough denim of her shorts, she ached to feel her nipples pinched hard and her orifices filled with their toys or their hard cocks.

The sound of Mac and Sam’s arrival had her shoving aside thoughts of this relationship going any further than a means to an end. Of course, convincing her mind of that was easier than convincing her heart, especially when it jumps crazily at just the sight of her boys.

“Hi,” she greeted them before grabbing her bag and locking the door behind her. “I’m ready.”

“A woman who’s on time. Where’s the fun in that?” Sam smiled as he brushed his lips over hers. “Now we’ll have to find some other reason to punish you.”

“Since when do either of you need a reason?” Ella laughed as Mac held the car door for her.

“True.” Mac’s hand landed hard on her ass as she bent to get into the car. “It’s just that with you there seems to always be a reason.”

“So, why golf? Is this a favorite Friday night entertainment for you two?” she asked, loving the tight fit of the three of them in the front seat.

“We thought you needed an evening of relaxing fun without any sexual demands. It’ll give your mind and your body some down time before tomorrow,” Sam answered, taking her hand in a casual grip.

“No sex?”

Both Mac and Sam laughed at her surprised shock and blatant disappointment. “Despite what you may think, Ella, Sam and I do have good times with women that don’t include whipping her ass or fucking her blind. Haven’t you ever hung out with a guy, gone to a movie, or out to eat and didn’t end up naked together?”

“Well, sure. Unfortunately, more times than not, which is why, when I can get it, I want it.”

“You’re pouting, Blondie,” Sam said.

She was, she admitted, but with good reason. “Yeah, well, you two have got to indulge in your ….”

“Fetishs,” Mac supplied when she floundered.

“Yes, more than I have. I need to get it while I can or make some contacts at the club for after this guy is caught.”

“Yeah, well, let’s just concentrate on having a good time tonight and getting you through tomorrow,” Sam replied rather brusquely.

“Yeah,” Mac added. “You don’t need to be thinking about our replacements just yet.”

“Now, who’s pouting?” If she didn’t know better, Ella could have sworn they sounded jealous. She wasn’t going to allow her wishful thinking to mar what little time she had left with them or to spend it without indulging in any sexual scenarios.

It was a warm evening which meant the miniature golf course was crowded. That made it more difficult, but not impossible, to hopefully arouse the boys enough that they will forget their silly idea of spending the evening without sex. As they waited in line to get their golf clubs and balls, she made sure she leaned next to each of them, letting them feel her breasts against their arms, her hard nipples poking them, allowing the skimpy cover to gap enough to give them a glimpse of what they were feeling. Unfortunately, both men ignored her overture.

On the first hole, she bent more at the waist than was necessary, sticking her ass out and revealing even more of her breasts. No response. On the second hole, she ran her palm over Mac’s tight buttocks while smiling naughtily at Sam. Sam just raised his brows at her while Mac moved out of her reach.

“You’re holding that too tight,” Mac said on the third hole. Moving behind her, he reached around and showed her how to ease up on the club. Ella felt his erection, pleased her actions were taking effect. Leaning slightly, she rubbed her buttocks over his crotch, loving the feel of him hard against her and his rough breath in her ear. “Ella,” he warned sternly.

She turned her head slightly until their lips met. “What?” she breathed innocently.

“Cut it out.” Stepping back, he gave her one of his cute half grins. “Your shot, sweetheart.”

Frustrated, Ella turned, whacked the ball and watched it bounce right off the green, nowhere near the windmill it was supposed to go into. On the fifth hole, she blatantly reached between Sam’s legs and cupped his balls, causing his aim to be thrown off and the woman behind them to gasp in shock.

Sam turned to the red faced woman, saying, “Forgive our date, Ma’am, it’s been awhile since we’ve let her out of the house.” Grabbing Ella’s hand, he pulled her to the next tee off. “It’s not gong to work, so lay off, Ella.”

Enjoying herself immensely, she smiled sweetly at both of them. “I don’t want to.”

“It’s not going to matter, so you may as well. We’re not going to fuck you tonight,” Mac replied loud enough to draw another gasp from the same woman.

Ella chuckled at her outrage, deciding to add to it. “Then you’ll have to punish me because I’m not giving up."

“We’re leaving!” the woman announced indignantly before turning and marching off.

“Now see what you’ve done and all for nothing. No sex and no spankings tonight.” Sam patted her cheek lightly. “Now, be a good girl and play with your own ball this round.”

“Fine,” she puffed out, “but I’ll pretend it’s yours when I whack it.” Her look included both of them.

Ella continued to bait them, although not quite so blatantly, and they continued to berate her good naturedly. Mac beat Ella and Sam by several strokes, so Sam decided he had to foot the bill for the pizza.

“Aren’t the losers supposed to pay up?” he complained as they stepped into the Pizza Palace, a restaurant that was famous for its Chicago style pizzas.

“I’ll pay if you’ll fuck me tonight,” Ella offered brightly.

“No,” they both declined together.

Over pizza, Mac and Sam regaled her of some of their wilder childhood escapades, making her laugh until tears rolled. She revealed a little bit more about her and Melanie’s relationship, trying to make them horny by giving detailed descriptions of some of their intimate moments together. They were both shifting uncomfortably in their seats by the time Mac signaled for the check.

“Someday, when this is all over,” he said, “Sam and I wouldn’t mind watching you two together.”

Ella smiled sweetly at him as he held the door open for her. “I’ll arrange it if you’ll fuck me tonight.” She was so turned on her shorts were damp and sticking to her.

A look passed between Mac and Sam as they each took a hand and led her down the sidewalk instead of to the parking lot. “We said we wouldn’t fuck you, Blondie, not that we wouldn’t get you off,” Sam said.

Tripping over herself with excitement and lust, she let them pull her into a nearby park and behind a low hedge of bushes. “Here?” she gasped as Sam lowered her halter and gathered her freed breasts into his hands.

“Here, now,” Mac replied gruffly behind her so she was sandwiched between the two. His hands went to her shorts where he quickly and deftly had them undone and dropped to her ankles, leaving her bare and exposed to anyone who came by. “Make it fast, baby, before we have to flip out our badges to keep us out of jail.”

Ella happily, eagerly complied as Mac’s fingers pushed unerringly through her slick folds, his thumb rasping her swollen, aching clit while Sam’s lips latched onto her right nipple. Crying out at the double onslaught, she held Sam’s head to her breasts, loving the hard pull of his mouth and the tight pinch of his fingers on her sensitive tips. Grinding her cunt down onto Mac’s hand, she laid her head back on his shoulder and let the pleasure take over. When Mac’s other hand wedged between her buttocks, two fingers sliding into her anus, she fell into orgasmic bliss, losing herself as her body rocked through the climax while the two of them held on to her tightly.

She was still shuddering and trying to catch her breath as they righted her clothes and, once again, took her hands to lead her back to the car. “Well,” she exhaled roughly, at a loss for words.

The following night, Ella waited in a small separate sitting room off
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main room, her heart beating rapidly in fearful anticipation. It wasn’t fear of the physical act that had her palms sweating, but rather whether or not she would be able to pull this off well enough to fool anyone. Though her hands would be secured at the wrists to the chair, all she had to do was circle her first finger and thumb on either hand to signal Mac and Sam that she wanted to call a stop. They repeatedly went over everything last night on the way back to her apartment. They would be within arms distance of the stage where she was to be displayed and fucked and would keep an eye out for her signal or call a stop if either of them wasn’t comfortable with what was going on, otherwise, the initiation lasted an hour and no more.

Ella stood on shaky legs when the door opened. Mac strode in wearing a scowl and carrying short handled flogger. “What’s that for?” she asked warily.

“What do you think it’s for?” he snapped.

Ella’s brows lowered as she scowled back at him. “Lisa didn’t get whipped before her initiation last week.”

“Then either she or her Dom isn’t into that. You and I and Sam are. Are you saying you don’t want me to use this on you tonight?”

Ella couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed the pleasure/pain she received from the leather strips and having an audience. She knew it would only heighten the experience. “No, I just wasn’t expecting it. Why are you so grumpy?”

Mac eyed her broodingly. Dressed in nothing but another sheer sleeveless sheath, she was every man’s fantasy, a walking wet dream, and what could be their worst nightmare. He and Sam had admitted their feelings ran deeper for her than either had planned on, which was making this final step in their plan more difficult. Neither of them had ever been prone to jealousy, until now.

“I just don’t want you hurt,” he admitted gruffly.

Ella walked over to him and kissed him lightly. “You and Sam won’t let anything happen to me,” she stated with confidence.

“Damn right. Let’s get this over with. You remember your signal?”

Ella nodded and let him lead her out, following behind him with her head down and her heart beating a mile a minute. A quick glance beneath her lashes showed her the room was full, and she was glad she would be blindfolded so she wouldn’t know which of the men would be fucking her.

Sam winked at her and joined Mac as he led her to the fucking chair, as she dubbed it. Ella tuned out the murmurs and let herself sink into submission as Mac pressed her down on the seat, her back to the audience, Sam’s hands anchoring hers behind her back. She felt nothing but pleasure and excitement as her dress was lifted, baring her ass to the room full of people. As the first stroke of the flogger inflamed her skin, she closed her eyes and let herself drift on a sea of white hot sensation.