“That’s it, Blondie. Lift that ass for me. Show me how much you love the kiss of leather.”
She did love it, so much she hadn’t even realized she was lifting for each stroke, silently begging for more of his torment. The humiliation of her position, the painful heat, and his approving voice all stimulated her to a fevered pitch. Tears ran unchecked as she sniveled into the sheet, her hands clenching as he continued to whip her into an orgasmic frenzy.
Sam wasn’t surprised when she came; he could tell by the eager rise of her hips and the way she ground herself against the pillows that she was close. Tossing the flogger, he knelt between her spread thighs and thrust into her still clenching cunt, absorbing the final tremors of her orgasm. He hadn’t intended to fuck her again, but the sight of those tears was too much. He could feel the heat of her red ass against him as he rammed into her over and over. Straightening his arms, he watched his cock take her again, watched as she lifted that fiery red ass to meet his thrusts. Within moments, she was coming again, sucking the life right out of him as he erupted.
Ella didn’t know how long she lay there panting, her sated body tired and sore, blessedly so. She felt Sam leave the bed and then heard the water running in the bathroom. Moments later, he surprised her by lifting her into his arms after untying her. Without a word, he carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into a steaming bath filled with soothing, fragrant bubbles.
“Lean your head back and relax,” he instructed as he picked up a washcloth.
“I can bathe myself,” she protested as he ran the cloth over her chest and down her abdomen.
“I’m well aware of what you can and can’t do, Ella. Remember the number one rule of going into this. It’s our way, with everything, every time.”
She frowned at him, not wanting to admit that his soft ministrations felt good. “I thought you meant when it came to sex.”
Sam smiled at her mulish expression and accusatory tone. “You thought wrong. Spread your legs.”
Giving in, she did as instructed and let him ease her soreness with his tender ministrations.
***
“It’s been almost two weeks,” Mac said as both he and Sam contemplated their next move. “Melanie was found two weeks ago and still no leads.”
Both men looked at the pictures of the victims on their murder board. There was a profile of each one; but, thus far, none of the women had anything in common other than having been found in some remote place after being a patron of
The Loft
. The public only knew that the women were frequent members of Legends; they didn’t know that the women weren’t taken, raped, and murdered until they were initiated into the private bdsm club upstairs. All except Melanie.
“And we’re still not sure Melanie’s abduction wasn’t a copy cat. She wasn’t raped, wasn’t killed, and hadn’t been invited upstairs. The only connection she has with the others is the drug and Legends,” Sam replied. “The girlfriend, Mandy, wasn’t much help. She’s admitted they fought that day, and she refused to accompany her. She was there when Melanie arrived home safely; they fought again and she left. She’s feeling pretty guilty about that.”
“Yeah, but until we have something else either way, it’s all we’ve got. If she ever wakes up, we could have a witness.”
“If not, and she is a victim of a copycat, then we have even less time before he strikes again.”
***
Mac and Sam had met at the precinct to decide how to spend the weekend. They were members of
The Loft
long before this case landed in their laps. Like most of the patrons of the elite club, they had kept their last names and their jobs to themselves, neither of which was a requirement for membership. Since membership was steep, the clientele leaned towards those with high profile jobs, and anonymity was crucial for both their sakes and the club’s. Only their captain knew they were regulars, the rest of the task force believed they had gone in undercover, and Mac and Sam got ribbed a lot about getting the fun part of the investigation.
“Which means we need to make a decision about Ella and soon,” Mac said. “Did she hold up last night?”
“Fuck, Mac, she damn near sucked by balls off. She took everything I dished out not only without complaint, but she reveled in it.” Sam smiled, remembering the eager way she sucked him, not once, but twice.
“Get that look off your face,” Mac snapped. “Some of us were left at home with nothing but our imagination.”
“Calm down, Partner. I opened the way for you and let her know you’d be calling her for a get together.” Sam then relayed every moment of his time with Ella so Mac would know what she had experienced and what she needed to.
Mac whistled softly. They were sitting at their desks, but the rest of the staff had already cleared out, so no one was close enough to hear them. “You really put her through her paces. I’d better wait a day or two. If I don’t, the woman will be so raw, she’ll be no good to us if we ever do manage to get her up to
The Loft
.”
Sam chuckled knowingly, recalling Ella’s eager responses. “Somehow, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” Standing, he grabbed his sports coat. “Come on, let’s hit the club, keep an eye out, and you can give our girl a call tomorrow.”
Chapter Seven
Ella returned home Saturday morning exhausted. Friday nights in the emergency room were always busy and stressful. Visiting Melanie afterward and seeing there was no change just dampened her mood. She was grateful for Mandy’s vigilant upbeat attitude. It helped keep her own hopes from diminishing. Turning on the shower, she undressed and stepped under the hot spray, the heat soothing her tired muscles.
As she washed, running her soapy palms over her sensitive breasts, her thoughts strayed to Sam and their evening together. Her first experience with a truly dominating man had been everything she could have hoped for and left her wanting more. She had been so thankful that her daydreams and fantasies of submitting to her baser desires had been everything she had thought they would be.
Grabbing a washcloth, she ran it between her legs, recalling the tender way Sam had bathed her after he had used her so roughly. She loved the contrast between the rough and demanding Dom and the tender, caring lover. He had seen to all her needs throughout the night, and even though she had left that hotel room with a sore ass and a well fucked pussy, she had also left feeling cherished and well cared for. She remembered how he had followed her to her car, the same as he had after their encounter in the alley, and how he had asked if she was all right to drive home, offering to accompany her if she wished. She hadn’t, needing the time alone, but had appreciated the gesture. Whether true or not, it made her feel like she was more than a means to an end with their investigation.
Ella’s thoughts were interrupted by the jarring of the phone. Dropping the cloth from between her legs, she reached around the shower curtain and grabbed the portable phone off the counter. “Hello.”
“Ella, it’s Mac.”
“Mac, hi,” she answered breathlessly, the sound of his slow, deep voice making her nipples pucker. “Can I call you right back? I’m in the shower.”
“Perfect. Since you’re naked, now would be a good time to see if you obey me as well as you did Sam.”
It didn’t surprise her that Sam had shared the details of their night together with Mac. That Mac knew everything she had done excited her and made her want to prove to him she could please him just as well. “What do you want me to do?”
If he was surprised by her casual acceptance, it didn’t show as he replied, “Do you have a seat and a hand held shower head?”
“It’s a bathtub shower, but it does have a hand held shower head.”
“With different settings?”
Ella had purchased the shower head for that specific reason. The spray could be adjusted from soft and smooth to hard and pulsing and anywhere in between. “Yes, several,” she answered, instinctively knowing where this was heading.
“Perfect. Sit on the side of the tub and spread your legs wide. Keep the phone at your ear while you make yourself come with the showerhead. I want to hear everything, Ella.”
“Yes, Sir.” His tone brooked no argument, and his quick, abrupt attitude left room for no doubts as Ella did as instructed. Perched on the rim of the bathtub, she leaned against the tiled wall and spread her knees.
She moaned as the soft, warm spray covered her spread pussy, seeping between her folds delicately. “Tell me about it,” Mac demanded in her ear as she turned the nozzle slightly, giving herself a harder pulse.
“I just turned it to a harder spray. It feels so good, Sir,” she whispered without shame. Ella loved sex and loved to climax and had never been ashamed of her needs. It was only those hidden nuances that she had always craved but never experienced that she had kept mostly to herself. Now, out of tragedy, she was given the chance to explore those cravings, and she knew Melanie would be the first one to insist she do so.
“Hold the phone with your shoulder, Ella, so you can use that hand to spread your pussy lips open. Put the spray on hard and aim it right at your swollen clit. I want you to scream for me, baby.”
Mac’s voice was sand paper rough, and she wondered what he was doing on his end. As she spread her nether lips, exposing her red, needy clit to the harsh jets of hot water, she pictured him with his hard cock in his hand, fisting himself as he listened to her cries. She cried out as the harsh stimulation directly on her clit brought her to an immediate climax. It took all her effort to keep herself spread, the spray directed right on her, and the phone to her ear.
“Oh, God!” she screeched as the orgasm burst upon her, electrical currents sizzling through her veins. Sliding three fingers into her wet channel, she finger fucked herself while keeping the pulsing water jets aimed at her clit. Vaguely, she heard a moan from Mac and could only surmise he had just found his own release. It seemed to take forever for her to calm down, the small tremors kept rippling through her, small aftershocks of pleasure.
Ella reluctantly pulled her fingers from her grasping vagina, reached over and turned off the water and grabbed the phone in a shaking hand. “Mac?”
“What, baby?”
“Can I go to bed now?”
His low laugh sent a frisson of warmth through her. “Sure. I’ll pick you up about seven thirty tonight.”
“Where are we going?” she managed to ask as she got up on her wobbly legs and reached for a towel. “I have to be at work at eleven.”
“We’re going to Legends. We need to be seen together before we ask to bring you upstairs. I’ll have you back by ten. Plenty of time for you to change and get to work. No bra, thong panties.”
Mac hung up without saying anything else. Ella thought most women would have resented the highhandedness of his instructions, but she was relieved not to have to make any decisions regarding their time together. She liked the fact that all she had to do when she woke up was dress as instructed and be available to please Mac tonight. Her nights in the ER were filled with making quick, stressful, sometimes life altering decisions. If submitting to two strong men’s demands without a qualm fulfilled her when she was away from work, she was going to simply go with it while it lasted.
Mac grabbed some tissues and wiped the come from his stomach and hands. That was the first time just the sound of a woman climaxing made him come. Here he had convinced himself he wasn’t as easy as Sam was, wouldn’t be taken in by all that white blond hair, sultry green eyes, and alabaster skin. Hell no, he had been completely bowled over simply by the breathy sound of her voice as she followed his orders without question and brought herself to a quick and obviously satisfying orgasm.
Tossing the soaked tissues in the trash, he stripped and headed to bed also, figuring he was going to need as much rest as possible to keep one step ahead of their girl. He only hoped this threesome they were developing didn’t end up biting them in the ass when they finally caught this perp and went their separate ways. While Sam had had several long term relationships, Mac had had only one and that had been fifteen years ago and had ended badly. Since then, he had had no desire to enter into anything that lasted longer than a few weeks. Between the two of them, they were giving Ella a taste of whatshe had been craving. He only hoped she would be satisfied with that and not expect more.
***
Ella dressed in a short, black halter dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and a pair of black heels that made her legs look like they went on forever. When she opened the door to greet Mac promptly at seven thirty, the slow perusal and instant lust in his eyes told her she had chosen her attire well.
“Damn, Ella, are you sure you’re not going to fall out of that thing.” His eyes rested on her ample breasts that were spilling out the sides of the halter in an enticing, mouth watering display.
Ella managed to grin ruefully while blushing. “No, I’m not. I’ve never worn this before and didn’t realize how small the top was. Do you know how hard it is to find clothes in a size six, yet fit a size D bust?”
She sounded so disgruntled he couldn’t help smiling. “No, I can honestly say I don’t know how difficult that would be.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her out the door, shut and locked it for her, and tugged her towards his car. “You can tell me about it on the way to the club.”
Mac opened the passenger door of a remodeled, thirty year old mustang that fit him to a tee. He drove it for pleasure, saving his Cherokee for work.
Settling into the leather seat, she slid her seatbelt on, asking, “Did you do this yourself?”
Mac watched the way she caressed the grey leather as he got behind the wheel and felt his cock twitch in response. It was a damn good thing he had come prepared to fuck her tonight; otherwise, he would leave her here and say the hell with suffering through an evening of temptation. “She took me three years. The longest I’ve ever been with a girl.”
“Well, I think she’s a keeper.”
“Yeah, me too,” he agreed, reminding himself they were talking about the car as she crossed those long legs, revealing an enticing length of thigh.