by Lily Harlem
Sean wound through the men. The action on stage was hotting up. Another man had joined in, adding his cock to her mouth.
A sliver of desire went through me. If she was enjoying it as much as she sounded like she was, then good for her. To have three cocks at the same time, that was fun. Though personally I’d ditch the audience.
I spotted someone surreptitiously filming the action on stage. Oh yes, I’d definitely lose the crowd. Wouldn’t want that turning up on YouTube.
“There’s another room, back here.” Sean pulled a heavy black curtain to one side.
This area was smaller and the ceiling lower. It was a fraction darker too and we paused to let our focus adjust.
I spotted Jonathan to my right.
“Over there,” I said into Sean’s ear.
He spotted him and nodded.
“Any sign of Sands?” I asked when we reached Jonathan.
He shook his head. “No, but there’s been two extreme scenes in here.”
“You didn’t stop them?”
“It was touch and go. I’m not going to watch something non-con, but equally I don’t want to blow our cover.” He seemed in conflict with himself. “Luckily it stopped just as I was about to make my way on stage.”
It was hardly a stage, just a large bed on a platform, and beside it wooden stocks and a rack holding a variety of whips, canes and cuffs.
“Good. Where’s Ricardo?”
“He’s checking back there.” He jerked his head to the right. “We don’t want Sands to get through this section if he’s disturbed from whatever he’s doing by us. Seems to me this place isn’t hot on fire escapes either.”
“Only one exit, right?”
“Yep.”
“Makes our job easier.”
“And makes it a human oven if someone drops a cigarette in the wrong place.”
I hated the thought of being trapped in a fire, but I pushed that from my mind. We had work to do.
“Do you know what’s back there?” I asked.
“I’d guess private booths, but this place…it’s not your usual BDSM club. It’s playing without rules.”
“We figured that,” Sean said.
“Look.” Balko jerked his head to the right.
A tall guy with swept back, greasy hair was walking along the outskirts of the room with his arms around the backs of two young girls, twenty-somethings perhaps. He seemed to be ushering them, no, more than ushering…he was dragging them.
They were dressed modestly, jeans and T-shirts, barely any makeup and flat shoes. Each seemed a little staggery, as if drunk or maybe even drugged.
“A bit out of place, wouldn’t you say?” I ran my hand over my leather skirt, instinctively checking my weapon.
Jonathan looked me up and down, then turned his attention back to the man and the girls. “Do we know who he is?”
I shook my head. “No, but he’s giving me bad vibes. I’m surprised the uniforms outside didn’t spot him.” I paused. There were eight uniformed cops waiting as backup on the next block. “He must be twenty years older than those girls, and I’m guessing not the kind of guy their fathers would want them to bring home.” I turned to Balko. “You wait here, cover that exit with the curtain.”
He nodded.
“Lead the way,” I said to Jonathan.
We slipped through the hordes of men packed in watching the stage, waiting for the next sordid scene. Most were dressed in black casual clothes, not an attempt to dress up for the occasion the way the Doms at The Dungeon would.
As we went deeper, the sense of menace and disregard swelled around me.
One guy grinned at me, flashing a lack of upper teeth.
Sean pulled me tighter to his side.
I wasn’t sure why. Sean knew damn well I could look after myself.
A low, thumping rap song started, reminding me of a heartbeat. There were a few whistles and shouts of ‘get on with it.’
I was sandwiched between Jonathan and Sean, but that didn’t stop another man, tattoo covering half of his face, leer my way. He slid his hand up my skirt, luckily the leg without the concealed gun.
I knocked his arm away, glared at him and raised my other hand, ready to throat punch his thick neck.
A firm grip went around my wrist.
“You’ll blow it,” Sean said into my ear. “Let me.”
Adrenaline had surged into my bloodstream. Fight or flight…fight!
I blew out a breath and struggled to release the tension in my arm. There were only four men on the planet who were allowed to touch my thigh that way. And the lingering sensation of his gross touch made me shudder.
“Stay away from my woman,” Sean said, menace in his tone.
“You need to share women here, pretty boy. Get her up on stage so we can all have a go.”
“I’ll fuck you up,” Sean said. “Get out of my face.”
“You really think you can?” he snarled.
“Yeah, actually I do.”
I turned to Sean, not sure how much of this was an act now or if he was really going to take this guy down. “Sweetie,” I said, cupping his jaw, “it was nothing, leave it. Come on, you said you’d take me to a booth.”
“Want company?” Again the asshole leered at me. “Two cocks are better than one.”
I smiled. “My fiancé doesn’t share.” Linking my fingers with Sean’s, I tugged him away.
“Fuck, you’re under the thumb, pretty boy.” A loud guffaw trailed after us.
I was pleased when Sean didn’t pause. Didn’t react. Instead he leaned close, his chest against my back. “Fiancé, huh?”
“I had to say something.”
“Ah, I thought you were proposing.”
“In your dreams.”
He laughed and kissed my neck, just below my ear.
A lovely warmth wound around my shoulders. I liked being close to Sean. I hoped I would be again soon.
“This way,” Jonathan said, rounding the corner.
A narrow corridor, brick-walled, stretched before us. It was dark and the pulsing music echoed around it. At the far end light spilled from an open doorway.
“Let’s go see what’s going down in there.” Jonathan smoothed his hand over his shirt and I knew he was checking his weapon, a subconscious action.
“Is that where the two girls went?” I asked.
“I’d put money on it.” Sean was close behind me as we walked.
When we reached the end, I ordered Sean and Jonathan to switch places. “If Mark Sands is in there, he’ll see you, Jonathan, and if he remembers you from the other club our cover will be blown.”
“Good call, boss.”
“He’s seen me too,” Sean said, “when the motherfucker was shooting at me in the park.”
“That was only for a split second. You’re going in, Sean.” I paused. “Hopefully Ricardo is already in there.”
The door was ajar. Jonathan and I held back as Sean pushed it wider.
“Hey, you. Stop!” A gruff voice.
Sean held up his hand. “Just hoping for an invite, guys.”
“Haven’t seen you here before.”
“First time for everything.” Sean sounded relaxed, but I knew he was a highly-skilled machine, ready to leap into action.
“Yeah, it’s going to be the first time for these girls too, first time having some pain with their fucking.” A different voice. I wondered if it was the guy with the greasy hair.
“At least we’ve found the girls,” Jonathan whispered.
“And no one is going near them,” I added.
“Second that.”
Sean stepped in a little farther. “So what you doing…filming it?”
“Yeah, so if you’re camera shy, get the fuck out of here.”
“The girls know you’re filming it?”
A few fast footsteps, a bang, then, “Too many questions, and I don’t like your face, fuck off.”
“Get ready,” I said, reaching for my weapon
.
“You don’t recognise my face?” Sean said.
“No, and I don’t fucking care who you are. Everyone else in here is hard and ready. I mean look at those girls, fresh meat, ripe for real men. So if you’re not hard, take a hike.”
“Actually, I’m not hard.” Ricardo’s voice.
“You will be, dude.” Laughter followed the words. Sick laughter.
“Mmm, I’m not sure about that,” Ricardo said. “I like my women willing, sober and to be honest, a bit older than these girls.”
“So get the hell out.”
There was a sudden shift in atmosphere. Experience told me now was the time to get our asses in there.
I rounded the door.
A single bare light bulb shone on a dozen or so men all standing against a wall. Some kind of wooden and leather harness stood in the centre of the room. Beside it the two girls huddled together. Both had tear stained faces. Greasy hair guy stood next to them. Like before, a man in the corner was at the ready with a camera.
“Stop, police.” I swung my weapon around, located Ricardo, Sean and then Mark Sands.
God, he makes me sick.
I should have remembered what a slippery fuck Mark was, because he seemed to melt backward, into the group of men, and then he was gone.
“How the hell? Get after him.”
Jonathan spun around. “There must be another door.”
“Find it.”
I nodded to Ricardo. “Get the girls.”
He strode up to them, weapon aimed at the son of a bitch who’d drugged them and brought them down here. “I hope you’re ready for a long spell inside. Get on your knees, asshole.”
The guy put his hands up and lowered.
Ricardo rested his free hand on one of the girls’ shoulders. “You’re safe now. We’re SWAT We’ll soon have you home again.”
Their sobs increased with what I guessed was relief.
“Everyone, down on your knees. You’ve all got some serious questions to answer. My uniform colleagues will be seeing to you.” Everyone in the room dropped as I swung my gun around it—pale faces that had been drained of lust and bravado.
“I’m going after Sands,” I directed at Sean.
“We’ve got it in here.”
I slipped out and ran up the corridor.
Where the hell had they gone? The place might only have one way in and out but it was a warren.
We can’t lose him. Not again.
I paused on the periphery of the crowd and looked around, weapon held low. “Fuck it.” I wished we had earpieces.
Suddenly I saw movement to my right.
It was Jonathan pushing roughly through the crowd, his concentration straight ahead.
It was then I spotted Sands, shoving his way forward. He glanced over his shoulder and I swear I saw the devil in his eyes.
I’ve had enough of this asshole.
“Stop! Police. Everyone on the floor.” I raised my weapon.
My loud yell created a moment of silence, except for the music, then all eyes turned my way.
“Now!” Jonathan shouted, also revealing his gun. “Get down.”
The crowd collectively sank to the floor. There were a few gasps and curses. I hoped they were all shitting themselves about how they’d explain their presence at Fet to their families.
One man was left standing.
Mark Sands.
He glared at me down the barrel of his handgun.
My weapon was aimed at him. I knew damn well I wouldn’t miss if I took a shot. I applied pressure to my trigger.
“Drop the gun,” Jonathan shouted, stepping over crouching bodies. “Now.”
“Stay away or the whore gets it.”
A little more pressure—if he so much as tensed a muscle in his forearm I was going to blow his brains out.
Sands’ focus was twitching between me and Jonathan.
“You’re going to let me leave,” he shouted, “or I’ll shoot her.”
His panic was rising, which meant his common sense was leaving. This situation was going to hell. I had to get out of it. I had to take him down.
A figure rose directly behind Sands. Unfolding, weapon in hand.
Balko.
He put the point of his gun on the back of Sands’ head. “Drop the weapon, you son of a bitch.”
Sands’ eyes widened, his chest puffed up, then he did as instructed, his head bowing as his arm came to his side.
I blew out a breath.
Balko snatched the gun from him, then swept his legs from under him. Sands hit the deck with a loud, bone-crunching whack.
“That’s for shooting at my buddy,” Balko said, grabbing his arms and dragging them behind him. “And you’re lucky you’re not getting a bullet for pointing a gun at my girl.”
Jonathan was there too. Between them they secured Sands and dragged him to standing. His audacity had evaporated. He knew he was beaten. The evidence against him was stacked a mile high.
A guy to my left was crawling towards the door.
“Stop. You.” I aimed my weapon his way.
He turned, looked at me, then sprang up and broke into a run.
It was the damn cameraman. How had he slipped out?
I had no intention of letting him get away. But protocol said I couldn’t shoot him, he had no weapon drawn on me.
So I lunged after him, anger at his crime spurring me on. Luckily I was fast and as I caught up with him I aimed a kidney punch at his back. He yelled and fell forward onto his stomach, doing my next job for me.
“Stay down, asshole.”
He tried to twist away but I grabbed his right arm, then his left. I gripped them in mine and dropped over him. I made sure my knee was between his legs, pressure on his balls. “I’m going to make sure you do a lot of time,” I said. “On behalf of all women, you’re going to pay for being part of this sick setup.”
He was breathing hard, his eyes tight shut.
“You got this?” Jonathan was at my side.
“Yeah, go get the uniforms. I want everyone taken in and questioned. They’re all guilty in supporting Sands’ disgusting film production.”
Chapter Fifteen
It took an hour for the uniforms to clear the club. The three perpetrators were removed first, and then everyone else herded out. Even if the crowd didn’t get prosecuted, I hoped they’d get a tough time from wives, girlfriends and families for being here.
Now the place was empty, the music was off, and it was just me and my team standing in the dim sex theatre where we’d made our arrests.
“Did they get the owner?” I asked. “Fat gum guy at the front desk.”
“Yeah.” Jonathan nodded and looked around. “I made sure of it. He was enabling this to happen.”
I placed my weapon on a table. “Nothing like The Dungeon, eh?”
“The Dungeon?” Sean asked.
“A place these two go from time to time.” Ricardo nodded our way.
“It’s classy,” I said. “And everyone wants to be there.”
“I wouldn’t mind being there…with you.” Sean grinned.
“Don’t run before you can walk,” Jonathan said. He walked up to me, a sexy smile curving his lips. “You’re hot in that outfit.”
“It’s for undercover purposes.”
“It’s not covering up much.” His gaze dipped to my breasts. “And you look amazing.”
“You just get turned on when I tackle bad guys to the ground.”
He laughed quietly. “Maybe that’s true.” He paused, then, “Want to fuck?”
I raised my eyebrows. “In here?”
He slid his arms around my waist and ducked his head to mine. “Yeah, it’s got everything we need.”
“We as in me and you, or…”
“We as in all of us.”
I swallowed and glanced at the huge bed on the stage. The covers were smooth and flat. It seemed the performers preferred the other equipment up there.
Fu
ck all four of my men at the same time?
I couldn’t deny the thought thrilled me even though it made me nervous. Could I handle them all at once? “Someone might come in.”
“The uniforms have gone and I locked the door.”
“Presumptuous.”
“Hopeful.” He swept his lips over mine.
I sank against him. Jonathan had the ability to turn me on with just a few words. And he always pushed me, just a little bit. I liked that, it kept life interesting.
“I won’t collar you,” he said. “You’ll be in total control, I promise you that.”
“You really want to do this?”
“I know you love Ricardo, and I know you have a hot new connection with Sean and Balko.”
“Balko?” How did he know that?
“I’m not stupid. Neither is Ricardo—we can see the signs. And let’s face it, it was only a matter of time before you completed your control over your team.”
“I guess it didn’t take much time.” Damn, it was impossible to keep anything from lovers when they were shit-hot detectives.
“Life is too short to wait around. We of all people know that.”
“True.”
“So what do you think?”
I wanted to, I really did. But…
“I’ll make sure it’s good for you,” he whispered. “I always do, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
Ricardo, Sean and Balko were looking my way. I guessed they’d caught the gist of our conversation.
“Look at them,” Jonathan said. “Lovesick puppies.”
I laughed. “There’s nothing cute and cuddly about any of them.”
“So it’s a yes?”
I hesitated, then, “Yes, let’s do this.”
“You won’t regret it.” He cupped my face and kissed me, his tongue sweeping for mine.
A small tremor of anticipation wound up my spine. It was three a.m. and I was in some kind of sex cave with four incredible, amazing men, who all made me giddy just thinking about them inside me. This was going to be a great end to a long day.
“Come here.” Ricardo wound his arm around me. “You’re mine to start with.”
I went into his arms, missing Jonathan, but knowing he’d soon be with me again. And I wanted Ricardo desperately. We needed to join and to be as one.
