Sam grabbed Ella’s arm and lifted her from the couch. Pulling her in front of him, he slowly pulled her skirt back up around her waist and held it there with his arm clamped around her middle.
“I think she came without permission and needs to be punished again.” His large, calloused hand rested over her exposed, naked pussy.
“You can address me, you know. I’m standing right here,” Ella snapped, irritated more with herself than with them because, secretly, she was thrilled at being talked about as if she were just a possession, someone that was there solely for their pleasure.
“I think you’re right, Sam. She has a ways to go before she knows her place.” Mac moved next to her and, without warning, lifted her right leg over his arm, spreading her pussy open wide.
Sam ran his large palm over her exposed damp flesh. “Mmm,” he rumbled in her ear. “There’s nothing I like better than a smooth, bare pussy. Remember when you said there’s a first time for everything?” Sam asked before kissing her exposed neck softly. “You were right.”
His hand lifted from her pussy only to come back down hard, smacking her exposed flesh hard. Ella gasped then moaned as he smacked her again and again until she was thrusting her cunt forward, eagerly accepting each slap. Her pussy soon felt like her ass, hot, tingly, aching. Mac grabbed her chin turning her towards him.
His lips hovered over hers as he instructed sternly, “Do not come, Ella. If you do, we won’t consider your request. Understand?”
Ella nodded mutely as another strike landed loudly between her legs. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on anything but coming. Her pussy was on fire, she was being handled crudely by two men she barely knew, Melanie was still in a coma, a killer was still running loose, she had found not one, but two men who excited her and fulfilled her needs and turned her on like no one else before them. And she hadn’t even fucked them yet.
She had never had her pussy spanked; and, God help her, she loved it! Each smack rang loudly as did the cries she no longer tried to hold back. Concentrating on other things, especially Melanie’s fate, was enough to keep her from climaxing again, but just barely. By the time Sam’s hand rested lightly over her pulsing, red hot folds, she was spent, both physically and emotionally.
Both men sensed her struggle and released her slowly. Having plenty of experience with women who were new to submission, they knew when to back off. Though Ella took to her discipline like a pro physically, mentally she would need time to come to terms with what they would need from her in order to pull this off.
“That’s just a taste of what you’ll be required to submit to,” Sam said as he released her. “That’s just the discipline side of the charade. We haven’t even touched on the sex yet.”
Ella moved away from them on wobbly legs and sank down onto her couch. She liked looking up at them. It gave her an idea of how it would feel when she was kneeling at their feet. The thought of kneeling between them, their cocks in front of her, made her mouth water in anticipation. She ached to please them, ached to let them know how much they pleased her tonight. But she knew they wouldn’t believe her. She would just have to continue to prove it to them that she was the one for this role.
“I want to continue with my lessons, Sirs. I think I’ve proven I can do this.”
“We’ll let you know,” Mac stated. “Lock your door.”
Ella locked the door after they left, missing them already.
***
Mac slid behind the wheel of his jeep Cherokee adjusting his cock as best he could. “Fuck,” he muttered before chuckling when he noticed Sam was in the same predicament.
“Just get us back to the club as fast as you can,” Sam growled, his own stiff cock causing him enough pain without having his partner rub it in.
“There better be someone willing to share when we get there,” he replied, pealing out of the parking lot. “I need to get off bad.”
“There’s always someone willing to share. Why do you think they’re there?” Sam squeezed his cock through his jeans, the vivid picture of Ella’s red ass and pussy keeping him stiff as a board.
“Christ, you’re not gonna jack off in here, are you?”
Sam laughed, rubbing his cock suggestively. “It wouldn’t be the first time, Buddy.”
“Yeah, well, I’m driving and can’t relieve myself, so wait fifteen goddamn minutes, and you can bury yourself into a nice hot hole and so can I.”
“I’d rather be balls deep in that sassy blonde’s mouth. I’ll bet she can give head like a pro.”
While Mac loved a good blowjob just like any other man, he absolutely adored anal sex. There was nothing quite like being buried deep inside a woman’s ass, especially after he had taken the time and pleasure to heat it up first. “You think we should consider her offer?”
Sam sighed heavily, removing his hand and mind from his dick. “I think we’d be nuts to even think about it. And it’s probably our best chance at setting up this bait. You know none of our fellow policewomen would be able to go under deep enough to be convincing.”
“Yeah. And there’s also the fact we’d have to work with them after we’d publicly fucked their brains out. Ella didn’t even hesitate at being whipped.”
“Which makes me wonder who reddened that ass before us.”
Mac smiled one of his rare smiles. “I don’t know, but she sure took to her first pussy whipping. I was sure she was going to come again under your hand.”
“She would’ve with a few more smacks. I had to force myself to stop when I felt how wet she was getting. Damn, she’s hot! Those green eyes of hers hide nothing.”
Mac grinned knowingly as he pulled in behind Legends. “And she cried too, bro.”
Mac was the only one who knew how much tears turned him on. Not tears of sorrow or excruciating pain. Those arose nothing but pity in him. But tears of sexual frustration, painful pleasure, and blessed release were a guaranteed fucking hard on. Hearing a woman cry out in pain and then beg and weep for more until she fragmented was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
“I thought I’d shoot my wad for sure. Is there anything sexier than a woman who doesn’t hold back or hide from her desires?”
“Want to drown in her eyes, Partner?” Mac asked sarcastically as he got out of the jeep, and they both headed up the back staircase that led to
The Loft
, the private bdsm club.
Sam laughed good naturedly, slapping Mac on the back. “Maybe someday. Right now, I want to drown my dick in a wet pussy.”
“I second that,” Mac replied fervently.
After showing their membership, they went their separate ways, each focused on relieving their aching cocks before calling it a night. Mac caught sight of a delectable piece tied face down over a spanking bench, her round buttocks striped from a recent caning. Her mouth was gagged, her hands tied behind her back, and her feet secured spread eagle. A money jar sat next to the bench indicating she was available for a fee.
Mac rubbed his hand over the welts on her buttocks. “You willing?” At her eager nod, he tossed a handful of bills in the jar, released his stiff cock, suited up, and shoved into her pussy. The wet heat that clasped tightly around him ensured him she was more than eager to be fucked. His hands gripped her ass hard as he pounded into her fast and deep. His mind returned to another woman, another reddened ass, and it was that picture he fucked to, that woman he wished he had his cock buried in.
Sam joined him, added to his payment, and slipped the gag from her mouth. The girl eagerly opened wide for his cock, sucking him deeply. “Think she’d go for this?” Sam asked Mac, looking at him over the bent girl they were both using.
Mac knew he was asking about Ella. “Or this?” he asked as he pulled out of her cunt, spread her buttocks, and slid deep into her ass in one hard stroke.
“I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Let you know,” was all Sam could get out before he shot his come into the wet sucking mouth enveloping him.
Mac followed, thrusting hard and deep as he imagined Ella sandwiched between them, taking their dicks in her orifices as they fucked her over and over.
Chapter Four
Ella quietly let herself into Melanie’s room early Monday morning. Even though she wasn’t scheduled to work, she volunteered to come in and work a twelve hour shift when the hospital called and said they were shorthanded. Working the night shift was difficult, but it was 8 A.M., and she was exhausted and ready for bed when most people were just now getting ready for their day to begin. Tired as she was, she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep without taking the time to see if there were any changes in Melanie’s condition.
Lowering herself into the chair next to her bed, she took Melanie’s hand in her own, leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth. “Hey, Mel, it’s me.” She lifted her other hand and gently combed her dark hair away from her face. “If you’d wake up, I have some hot stuff to tell you.” Nothing. Ella leaned back, keeping hold of Melanie’s hand, and sighed in disappointment. Though her vital signs were all stable, her condition was still guarded and would remain so until she either woke up or her doctor pronounced her permanently comatose, and she was moved to another facility.
“So, Sweetie, remember the other day when those two detectives stopped in?” Ella asked, not expecting an answer, but praying her friend could hear her. “Well, they’re really hot, let me tell you. Oh, I know, you’re not into tall, built, good looking bad boys, but I sure as hell am. Talk about eye candy, Melanie.” Ella heaved a dramatic sigh and went on to relate all the happenings over the weekend, omitting nothing.
Fifteen minutes later, when Ella reached the part where she let Melanie know the detectives were considering her offer to join them undercover for their investigation, she was shocked out of her complacency when she felt Melanie’s hand squeeze hers very softly.
“Melanie!” Leaning forward, she squeezed her hand back. “Do it again, Mel. If you can hear me, squeeze my fingers again.” Again, a slight trembling of Mel’s fingers against her own brought tears to her eyes. “Hang on, Hon. I’m going to get your doctor.”
Ella jumped up, her fatigue forgotten as she flew to the door and promptly ran into a solid wall of muscle. Two strong arms grasped her shoulders, steadying her.
“Hey, Blondie, where’s the fire?” Sam asked with a grin, which was quickly wiped away with a frown of concern when he noticed her tears. “What’s wrong?”
“Sam!” Ella smiled and impulsively threw her arms around his broad shoulders.
“Okay, good tears, not bad ones. I get it,” he teased as he patted her back, the feel of her soft breasts against his chest making his dick rouse instantly. Damn, but the woman was built.
“Wait here,” Ella said as she pulled away. “I have to find Melanie’s doctor. She squeezed my hand, Sam. Do you know what that means?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. She’s cognizant at least. That’s a good sign. Go get the doc. I’ll wait in her room.” Sam watched her rush off, wondering how the hell she could look so sexy wearing scrubs. He had tried getting hold of her yesterday and last evening to discuss in more detail what would be involved if he and Mac allowed her to accompany them into
The Loft
as their sub and bait, but she was either gone all day, asleep, or not answering her phone. He had stopped by here to check on Melanie’s condition and on the off chance he could catch her here.
Ella returned a few moments later with the same doctor they had talked to last week when Melanie was first brought in. “He’s going to check her for any other visible signs of awareness and instruct the nurses to stop in every thirty minutes and try to get some kind of reaction from her,” she told Sam as they both watched the doctor check Melanie’s eyes along with her vital signs.
“Physically, she’s still the same, Ella. She could have had a muscle spasm, you know,” the doctor cautioned her.
“Doctor, I asked her specifically to squeeze my fingers if she could hear me and she did, slightly.”
Sam reached down and clasped Ella’s hand trying to calm her. Ella took a deep breath, grateful for Sam’s silent intervention.
“We’ll keep an open mind, for sure,” the doctor replied as he turned to leave. “We’ll let you both know if there are any more changes.”
“I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but if I don’t remain positive I’ll be of no use to her, or you,” Ella stated, boldly looking up into Sam’s dark eyes.
“About that. We need to talk. How about breakfast?”
Ella suddenly realized she hadn’t eaten since last evening. Now, more than ever, she wanted a chance to help nail the bastard. Smiling at Sam, she nodded. “Okay.”
Still holding her hand, Sam led her out of the hospital. “There’s a small diner up the street…”
“Danny’s.”
“You know it,” he said as they started walking up the street.
“It’s a grease dive, has excellent food, and is very popular among the hospital employees, being so close.” Ella was feeling especially good. Melanie had shown the first sign of improvement, the sun was shining, and she was holding the hand of a very hot, very sexy man who turned her insides out and made her pussy cream.
“Not worried about your fat intake or cholesterol, I take it?”
“Nope. I’m lucky there. I don’t have a problem with either one, and I have ways of keeping my weight down that don’t include dieting, thank God.”
Sam eyed her appreciatively, remembering what she looked like from the waist down. Recalling the look of her rounded buttocks after both he and Mac had spanked her and the feel of her smooth, plump cunt under his hand was enough to drive him over the edge. He wanted this woman, bad. She was open, honest, sassy, and sexy as hell. He was looking forward to the challenge of taming her. He liked the way she held her head up, strolled briskly, and clasped his hand. And he really liked the fact that she didn’t seem at all self conscious over their last heated encounter.
“Does one of the ways you keep your weight down include an active sex life?” he asked casually as he opened the restaurant door for her.
If he thought she was shocked or put off by his personal question, he thought wrong. The morning crowd had thinned out, and they made their way to a small corner table easily. Ella took a seat before looking directly at him. “My sex life has been sorely lacking for awhile, Detective, but when it’s not, I enjoy a healthy dose of vigorous sex just as much as I’m sure you do. Is that what you wanted to know?”