Triple Play (6 page)

After a quick shower, she fell face down on her bed, naked and exhausted, but thoughts of a light haired man wielding a flogger while a dark haired lover fucked her ass kept her awake. Rolling onto her back, she spread her bent legs and moved one hand between her thighs while the other went to her nipples. She remembered the sight, taste, and feel of Sam’s large cock in her mouth and wished he were here now. She loved sucking cock, and Sam’s had stretched her mouth wide and hit the back of her throat with only taking half his length. Even using three fingers in her pussy wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as she knew his cock would be.

Moaning, thrusting up into her marauding hand, pinching her nipples tightly, she imagined it was his long, thick rod fucking her, going deeper, harder than any other man she had ever had. Breathing heavily, she paused long enough to grab her favorite vibrator out of the night stand. The hard rubber phallus slid easily between her slick folds, the walls of her vagina clasping it greedily.

“Oh, God,” she gasped as she flipped it on and moved it against her clit as she continued fucking herself. Within seconds, her climax was ripping through her while she pretended it was Sam’s cock invading her body, coating her insides with his warm come. Relaxing her knees, she took a few moments to catch her breath while running the dildo lightly over her saturated, swollen folds. Exhaustion finally took over. Rolling over, she simply tossed the dildo aside, pulled up her blanket, and drifted off.

***

Ella found Mandy, Melanie’s lover, at her bedside when she stopped in early the next morning. “How is she today, Mandy?”

Mandy smiled up from where she sat by Melanie’s bed holding her hand. “Good. Every once in awhile we can get a response from her hand, but not always. That’s still good, isn’t it?” she asked hopefully.

“It’s great. We just have to keep it up, especially talking with her. Would you like to take a break? I can stay a little while.”

Nodding gratefully, Mandy rose, stretching. Tall and thin, she would be considered plain if it wasn’t for her pale grey eyes. Against her dark coloring, they were striking. Mandy and Melanie had been a steady couple for about six months. Ella liked Mandy, and it was obvious Melanie was quite fond of her, but she worried that Mandy’s feelings outshone Melanie’s and hoped they made it last so she didn’t end up hurt.

“Melanie’s mom and sister are downstairs getting breakfast. I’ll join them, if you don’t mind. We’re trying to make sure someone’s here with her at all times.”

“Of course. I just wish I could be here more. With my schedule, it’s difficult.” She didn’t want to reveal the possibility that she would spending time assisting the police or in what capacity.

“No problem,” she assured her with a smile. “Between me and her whole family, there are plenty of us to take turns.”

As soon as the door closed behind Mandy, Ella took her seat next to Melanie and picked up her limp hand. “Hey, Mel. You’ll never guess what I have to tell you.” She related everything that had happened between her and Sam yesterday and had just managed to finish when Melanie’s family returned. After visiting with them for several minutes and promising to come to dinner as soon as Melanie was home, she left, disappointed that one of the detectives hadn’t shown up. If she wasn’t very careful, she could easily become addicted to those two and their possession of her.

***

“I’m telling you, Mac, she sucked me like I was her favorite dessert. Fucking blew my head off.”

Mac smiled one of his rare grins. “Which head, bro?”

“Both. Think we can convince the captain to let her in with us?” Sam couldn’t think of anything else ever since yesterday morning when Ella had blown him away with first her easy compliance to his demands and then her hot, wet mouth.

“I don’t know, Sam. One encounter doesn’t mean she could handle what goes on in
The Loft
. It makes the foreplay that occurs downstairs in Legends look like kindergarten stuff.”

“You need to spend some time getting into her pants. I have a plan. Interested?”

“Am I dead? Let’s hear it.”

Sam and Mac were sharing a cup of coffee at a bar located a block from their precinct. A popular hangout for the cops, it was relatively quiet first thing in the morning since most third shifters are eager to get home to bed. They usually took the time to go over the night’s happenings, if there were any, before heading to their separate apartments.

“I’m going to get with her tomorrow night at a hotel and put her through a few paces.”

“You mean fuck her.”

“Well, duh, of course, with a little of our dominant tendencies thrown in. If I get the eager and willing acceptance I think I will, we’ll set up the next meet between you and her. Damn, just the thought of watching you take her ass has me hard. That woman has a world class ass.”

“I agree. She really took to my belt, and thoughts of taking that ass have me hard also, so remember, I get that first. Just prime it for me, will ya?”

“No problem,” Sam quickly agreed, grateful that Mac’s resistance to this plan was ebbing. “Besides, I’m looking forward to seeing if that mouth is as good as I thought, or if I was just primed.”

Mac’s light blue eyes still looked worried. “We don’t have a lot of time to ease her into the lifestyle. Melanie’s abduction came too damn fast after the last one. Finding someone already experienced would be better.”

“Who, that we can trust?” Sam argued. “Besides, I think Ella’s been in the same jam as we’re in now. I think she’s been dreaming, if not actively looking, for a suitable partner to give her the very experiences we’re offering. I think she’s more than willing and eager to learn, not only to help her friend but for her own personal gain.”

Mac eyed his long-time friend speculatively. They had known each other since playing high school football together. They went to college together, the police academy together, and, three years ago, finally got partnered together. Both were born and bred in Chicago, had family nearby that they had shared Sunday dinners with since they were teenagers and both shared a preference for domination with their women. They had their own, separate affairs that sometimes led to sharing, sometimes not, but they had never had a steady relationship with the same woman and neither of them had ever had a serious, long term relationship. At thirty-eight, it didn’t look like either of them would.

“Getting attached, Sam?” he asked, wondering if that smitten look was just for the sex or for the woman.

Sam shrugged. “I could. But right now it’s business. That business just happens to be pleasure filled.”

“Okay. We’ll toss her back and forth a few times and then introduce her to a threesome. If all that goes well, we can approach the captain about bringing her into the club. He’ll be more favorable towards the idea if we can establish a willing relationship between the three of us first, don’t you think?”

“Definitely. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow night.”

***

Thursday morning, Ella returned to her apartment after visiting Melanie and her parents to find a note stuck in her door. She let herself in before looking at it, knowing it was from Sam. She hadn’t heard or seen either detective in two days, making the incident in the alley almost seem like a dream. Sam’s terse note brought reality back into focus.

Downtown Hilton, 7 pm, Room 312. Wear something simple, no underwear. Don’t be late!

Ella slept fitfully that day, tossing and turning, alternating between excitement and fear that she may not be able to meet their demands. Thank God they were breaking her in one at a time, she thought. As much as a ménage appealed to her sexually, emotionally, and physically, she wasn’t sure how she would handle it, or them.

By mid afternoon, she gave up on getting any more sleep. Maybe a night of exhausting sex would be enough to let her sleep undisturbed tomorrow. Upon rising, she rifled through her wardrobe and came up with a spaghetti strapped sundress in pale pink that just slipped over her head. After taking a long, hot, meticulous shower, she slipped it on, enjoying the feel of the soft material as it draped against her nakedness.

The dress fit snuggly through the chest and waist and then flared out around the knees. Looking in the mirror, she was vividly reminded of why she never went braless. Her breasts swayed freely, her nipples prominently displayed through the thin fabric. It was blatantly obvious she didn’t have panty lines. She eased her anxiety about being out in public so scantily dressed by reminding herself she knew two cops who had damn well better bail her out if she got arrested. Slipping on a pair of beige heels, she nearly cringed at the time. Her primping was going to make her late.

Ella pulled up in front of the posh hotel at five to seven. Hurriedly handing the keys to the valet, she tried not to dwell on her near nudity or how sexually charged it made her feel. It took several moments for the elevator to arrive and several more by the time she reached the third floor. She breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t encountered anyone as she rapped lightly on room 312.

At Sam’s terse ‘come in’, Ella entered his room quietly. Sam was standing by a small bar mixing a drink wearing nothing but a tight pair of jeans. When he turned to face her, Ella’s mouth watered at the sight of his bare chest. Light brown hair covered his bulging pecs, tapering to a narrow line that disappeared into his waistband. She knew his arms were big, but she could now see that not even both her hands would come anywhere near to circling his biceps. He was so sexy; she felt her pussy swelling, moisture dampening her thighs at just the sight. Even his bare feet were a turn on.

“You’re late.”

His quiet voice sent a shiver up her spine and causing her nipples to pucker, adding to her arousal. Damn, she had it bad for this man.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Traffic.”

Sam walked towards her slowly, sipping his drink, his eyes on hers. “Not good enough, Blondie,” he whispered near her ear before walking completely around her. “Strip.”

Ella didn’t hesitate or act coy. She knew why she was here. She had entered into this liaison with her eyes open and everyone’s intentions clear. Without looking away from his enigmatic gaze, she slowly lowered the thin straps, her breasts springing free and bouncing enticingly as she shimmied completely out of the dress. Completely naked in front of him for the first time, she faced him proudly, refusing to let him see an ounce of nervousness.

Sam reached out and cupped her breast, pleased to see the sheen of moisture coating her bare pussy lips, evidence of her arousal. “Very nice, Ella. I’m glad you’re not ashamed of how excited all this is making you. If your pointed nipples and wet pussy didn’t give you away, that lustful look in those pretty green eyes would. Do I please you?”

She smiled at him. “You’re a very sexy man, Sir, as I’m sure you know. Weight lifting?”

Sam completely ignored her inquiry as he laid his cold, ice filled glass against her left nipple and then her right. Ella gasped but remained poised and accepting. “There are two rules about tonight that you are to remember,” he said while he continued to torment her nipples with the cold glass. “The first, do as you’re told, when you’re told.”

“I can do that, Sir.”

“We’ll see. The second is that this isn’t a game. No cute safe words; no means no. When you’re ready to call a stop, I’ll stop. But, remember one thing, if you say stop, or no, that ends your involvement in our investigation. Mac and I do not have the time or patience to baby you through these steps.”

Ella appreciated his warning but refrained from telling him it was unnecessary. Even if she didn’t want to help find Melanie’s attacker so bad, she had waited a long time to find a man willing to explore some of her fantasies and to indulge her raging appetite for unbridled sex. Recalling the pleasure she had already experienced from both of them, she was more thanwilling to learn more. Her nipples were now completely numb, making it difficult to concentrate, so she simply nodded.

Sam set the glass down and used his large, calloused hands to warm her breasts, rubbing the nipples roughly to restore circulation. Ella gasped as they warmed, stabbing needles of painful pleasure making her bite her lip as she arched into his hands.

He chuckled as he asked, “Feel better?”

“Yes, thank you, Sir.”

Moving behind her, Sam ordered, “Spread your legs and bend over. Grab your knees.”

Ella complied, mortified at the lewd position, but so excited she felt she could come with very little persuasion. Sam’s hand rubbed her buttocks before drawing back and smacking her right cheek hard. Ella nearly toppled over in surprise as pain heated her ass.

“If you fall, I’m going to start over. You’re getting twenty now, just as a warm up. You’re punishment for being late will come later.” Sam didn’t wait nor need a reply from her as he smacked her again and again, his hand landing faster and harder with each stroke. He loved watching her ass go from pink to bright red, the color a stark contrast against the rest of her pale skin. Her gasps and the stoic effort she put out to hold her pose were turning his dick so hard he didn’t know if he’d be able to undo his jeans.

By the time he reached twenty, his hand and cock ached and her ass and thighs were a glowing red. He heard her sniff, and he stiffened further at the thought of her tears.

“Don’t move.”

Ella wasn’t sure she could if she wanted to. Her buttocks felt hot and swollen, her pose was degrading, and she was so turned on it was mortifying. She wasn’t sure if her tears were from the pain, the humiliation, or the fact that both brought out the lust in her unlike anything else ever had.

She didn’t have time to ponder her thoughts any further since Sam returned from retrieving something out of a black bag she just now noticed sitting on a chair. “Hold still,” he instructed as he spread her cheeks with one hand and began inserting something slick and large into her rectum. Ella tensed at the rude invasion, trying hard to relax.

“Push out, Ella,” he suggested. “This is probably larger than you’re used to.”

As he continued slowly with the plug, she realized Sam was right; this one felt twice as large as the ones she had played with. Thankfully, he had lubed it well and it slid in with a minimum amount of pain and discomfort. As always, it took her a moment to adjust, but she loved having her ass penetrated and the added stimulant caused a fresh flood of moisture to seep out of her needy cunt.