“Keep your hands at your sides, Ella, or Sam will smack them also. Understand?”
Unable to speak, she just nodded her head jerkily. In all her spanking fantasies, never once had she dreamed of having her breasts whipped. Then again, she had loved having her pussy spanked, so maybe this wouldn’t be too bad.
Sam saw the uncertainty dimming the lust in her green eyes. Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides and her breathing was rapid. He smiled reassuringly at her. “Trust me?”
Ella must have seen something comforting on his face, for she seemed to relax somewhat, but simply nodded her head. Mac leaned forward and whispered something in her ear that made her close her eyes.
The first slap of the spanker landed on her right breast, right on her nipple. Ella gasped, not so much from pain but from the heat that swamped her. Sam smacked her other nipple, again just hard enough to cause a slight sting followed by deep warmth.
“Ella!” Sam demanded sharply. “Watch me.”
Ella opened her eyes to see him raise his hand and bring the spanker down on her right breast again and then the left. He knew just how hard to smack her; and, by the time he had hit each breast one more time, she was moaning in pleasure, aching for release.
When Sam stopped, Mac lowered his hands to her pussy and spread her lips with his thumbs. Sam stepped forward and ran his finger down her exposed slit, coating it with her copious juices.
“So pretty and so fucking responsive,” Sam said as he slid his finger in deep and rested his thumb on her exposed clit. “What do you think, Mac? Should we allow her to come?”
Mac continued to hold her open, leaving her vulnerably exposed and on the edge as he kissed her neck. “Yeah, she took her punishment like a good girl. Would you like to come now, baby?” he asked before biting her ear lobe.
“Oh yes, please, please let me come,” she begged, her face reddening with mortified need. Ella couldn’t believe how excited she was. Her nipples and breasts were pink and sore, just enough to make her clit swell with need. She thrust into Sam’s hand and then gasped when Mac’s fingers joined his and they finger fucked her simultaneously. Leaning back against Mac, she grabbed Sam’s waist and held on as she rode their fingers, eager to climax again. One of them, Mac she presumed, moved his well lubed fingers to her ass and thrust them between her cheeks. “Oh God! Don’t stop,” she cried out as she jerked forward and then back in a lewd parody, grinding herself down on their invading digits.
“Now, Ella, come for us.” Sam’s mouth covered hers, drinking in her scream of pleasure as they brought her to an earth shattering climax.
Chapter Ten
Dazed, Ella fell back on the bed, her knees slightly bent and spread wide, her gaze riveted on both men as they quickly undressed. They were silent as they lay down next to her and gentle as their hands and mouths began a leisurely exploration of her body. Lips suckled softly on her tender nipples, tongues eased her pain and renewed her desire. She moaned, her hands sinking into their hair as she held them to her breasts, enjoying the double pleasure of having both breasts attended to at the same time. Having two lovers was definitely spoiling her, she thought as they cupped her fullness, holding her breasts to their mouths.
Sam kissed his way up her neck to her mouth. “Feel good, Blondie?”
“Oh, yes.” Her mouth covered his in a slow, wet kiss.
Pulling away, he grinned down at her as his hand continued rubbing her nipple and manipulating her flesh. “See how nice we can be when you mind us?”
“Mmm, yes, but then, if I was good all the time, I wouldn’t get the added pleasure of being punished.”
Mac lifted his dark head from her breast. “Somehow, I don’t think we have to worry about you being good all the time.” His mouth latched onto to hers, kissing her hard and fast before both men moved down her body once again, kissing and licking a path to the bare flesh of her pussy.
Ella gasped loudly when they wasted no time spreading her legs wide and over their shoulders. Sam spread her pussy lips wider and ran his tongue down her slit as Mac spread her buttocks and licked her anus. Ella jerked, her hands fisting the sheets as they worked her into a frenzy. Nothing could have prepared her for the pleasure that swamped her at having their mouths at both her orifices; and, when their fingers joined their tongues, she couldn’t hold back her scream.
Sam pulled away from her pulsating sheath and moved back up to kiss her again, holding her right leg out so Mac could take his place at her pussy. Ella tasted herself on him as she lifted her hips to Mac’s mouth, not ready to relinquish the pleasure of having them feast on her. Groaning, she licked Sam’s lips, chin, and cheeks clean of her juices and shuddered through another orgasm as Mac latched on to her clit and sucked hard on her tender bud.
Mac took Sam’s place at her mouth as Sam moved away. She vaguely heard him retrieving something but paid little attention as she was busy eating away at Mac’s mouth, silently telling him how much she had enjoyed his oral ministrations. In one smooth move, Mac pulled her on top of him and slipped easily into her wet cunt.
“Ride me,” he said roughly when she lifted up.
Ella did, throwing her head back, her hands gripping his shoulders, she impaled herself on his hard cock, loving the deep penetration, the feeling of being filled. She had just picked up a steady rhythm when Sam moved behind her and gently pushed her shoulders down.
“Wait for me, Blondie,” he whispered in her ear as Mac reached behind her and spread her buttocks apart.
“Are you ready for both of us?” Mac asked, his blue eyes staring intently up at her as his hands held her ass firmly and his cock moved inside her.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she breathed. When Sam slid two lubricated fingers into her anus, she thought nothing had ever felt so wonderful as this double penetration. Bending lower, she lay on Mac’s chest and lifted her ass, eager for more.
Sam chuckled behind her. “I think she’s ready.” Removing his fingers from her tight hole, he replaced them slowly with his cock, breaching her tight hole with little difficulty.
“Okay, Ella?” he asked, his voice rough with need.
“Yes, more please.”
Sam looked at Mac and grinned as he slid deep into Ella’s ass. The two of them began to move in a synchronized rhythm, one in, one out, keeping her sandwiched tightly between them.
Ella could do little but lay there and take their thrusts, glorying in the feel of being so full. The room resounded with their grunts, the slapping of their damp bodies, the wet friction of their cocks moving in and out of her holes. She buried her face in Mac’s hard shoulder, mewling in ecstasy as they brought her to climax after climax. Shuddering, she shook with pleasure as they erupted inside her, loving the feel of their hot come coating her insides and their voices groaning in her ears as they spent themselves.
***
Sam and Mac stared down at the dead girl, sorrow and anger clearly reflected on their faces. Another victim, dammit, and still no closer to a lead.
“We need to keep this from Ella,” Sam said as they left the park where the body had been dumped, naked, just like the others.
“How the hell are we going to do that? This will be splashed all over the media within a few hours,” Mac snapped, frustrated with their whole investigation.
“Yeah, I know.” Sam’s dark eyes took one last look as the coroner zipped the body bag. “This could scare her off, and maybe it should. We have our hands full without having to worry about her.”
Mac eyed his partner closely. “She getting to you, Sam?” he asked quietly.
Sam looked back at Mac and didn’t even think about evading his question. They were too good of friends for that. “Yeah, she is. Just how much, I don’t know. But I like her, a lot.”
“Well, Partner,” Mac drawled as he slid behind the wheel. “We could have a problem because I like her too. A lot.”
Sam settled in the passenger seat, leaned his head back, and sighed wearily. “Yeah, well, odds are she won’t want anything to do with either one of us after we initiate her into the club and solve this thing.”
“True. Let’s just push forward and catch this bastard. It’s been less than a month since Melanie’s attack which means we may only have a few weeks before he strikes again. He’s upping his timetable.”
“Which means we have to get Ella into the club next week, no later than two weeks. I don’t think she’s ready.”
“I contacted Dave, and they’re free Friday night at their place. We can dish out her second punishment then, see how she handles that scene.”
“Dave and his wife are always good for scene play. Beth will love Ella,” Sam said with a cheeky grin thinking how much their friend’s wife enjoyed women, especially for her husband’s pleasure.
“But will Ella love Beth or what we have planned?”
“We’ll soon find out. First, let’s butter her up with a phone call from Melanie. I sent over a pre-paid disposable cell phone this morning. I’ll call the safe house and let her body guards know it’s okay to use it this afternoon for the one call and then to be sure they destroy it afterward.”
Mac pulled up to the station house and cut the engine. “Good idea. Meanwhile, let’s see if our perp left any clues for us this time. Shit, it’s going to be a long day.”
Ella was trying very hard not to take it personally that both Mac and Sam had left last night right after fucking her into near unconsciousness. Reminding herself that their relationship was strictly business, a means to an end, and this was becoming a constant litany in her mind. It was hard, having found what she’d been searching for her whole adult life, knowing it was short lived. If she had known how addictive her two lovers would be, she might never have forced this liaison on them. Who was she kidding, she thought as she filled the bath with warm, sudsy water. She wouldn’t have missed this opportunity for anything. A chance to fulfill every fantasy with not one, but two handsome, sexy, caring guys while helping to avenge the attack on her best friend didn’t come along every day.
Easing her sore, sated body into the soothing bath, Ella leaned her head back with a sigh. She would see this thing through, try like hell to guard her heart and keep her emotions out of the equation, and pray they caught this guy soon. And she would enjoy every minute with the boys and walk away when this was over with no regrets. Maybe, if she repeated that often enough, she might convince herself she could do that.
The phone rang, jarring her out of her self doubts. Irritated at being disturbed while she was wallowing in self doubts, she picked up the portable off the counter and gave a terse hello.
“It’s nice to hear from you, too.”
“Mel!” Ella squealed, sitting up abruptly and splashing water every where. “How are you?”
“Bored silly, but otherwise fine. The detectives sent this disposable phone over and said I could call you and my folks, but no one else. I hope Mandy doesn’t get pissed.”
Ella heard the worried note in her friend’s voice and rushed to reassure her. Melanie didn’t need any added stress, and she suspected that was why she was told to only call her and her parents. “I’ll talk to her, Mel. She’ll understand. Mac and Sam know how close we are and probably figured I’d be the one you wanted to call.”
“To tell you the truth, they were right. I can’t deal with Mandy’s insecurities and jealousies right now. So, how are things with you and the detectives?”
Melanie remembered Ella talking to her about both men and the things she had done with them while she was still in a coma. She didn’t know Ella was working under cover with them to try to get her attacker. “Good, no great. They’re everything I’ve been looking for.”
“But,” Melanie asked, hearing the hesitation she was trying to disguise.
Ella smiled at her friend’s astuteness. “But nothing. I’ve fucked them both, it was great, but they’re busy with this case and it isn’t anything that’s going to lead anywhere.”
“But you want it to, don’t you? With which one? They’re both to die for,” Melanie asked, refusing to back down.
“I don’t know what I want, Mel, or with whom. Right now, all I want is for this to be over so you can come home and put this behind you. It must be awful staying there, isolated, and with strangers.”
“Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll get it out of you when I see you again. My bodyguards are nice, and we try to entertain each other. I will be glad when this is over though. I miss everyone.”
“We miss you too. I’ll talk to Mandy, smooth things over for you. Maybe next time you can call her. I’ll understand.”
“Of course you would, and she should also. I need to go. I’ve already called my folks, and I’m being told to wind this up. Can’t wait to see you again!”
“Me too. Hopefully soon.”
Ella hung up, happy to have heard from Melanie, but frustrated at the separation. Her happiness was short-lived, however, when she saw the front page story in the daily paper. Mac and Sam had told her briefly about the discovery of another victim and questioned her about her desire to continue on with their plans. She had assured them she was in this until he was caught, but kept to herself just how worried she was that they were never going to get this guy. Though she trusted the police to protect her, only a fool wouldn’t be afraid of the possibility they would fail, and she would become another victim.
She didn’t hear from Sam or Mac until later that week when Sam phoned and informed her of their plans to introduce her to another couple that frequented
The Loft
. Other than the fact that they would mete out her second punishment, he had not given her any information on the plans for the evening, so when Friday evening came without further instruction, she dressed simply in a spaghetti strapped, flowered sundress that slipped over her head and fell to mid thigh. Remembering to leave off her bra, she wore nothing but a thong underneath the soft cotton sheath. She figured she wouldn’t be wearing either very long, and the thought of having an audience tonight for their play was very exciting.
“You remembered,” Sam said when she greeted him at the door. His eyes roamed appreciatively over her chest; his smile widening when her nipples puckered in obvious pleasure.