In her lust she reached out, finding in her hands two massive dicks that she stroked lightly, moving her hands up and down our rigid flesh. She worked her hands down our shafts and around, grabbing our asses as well.
Gloria squirmed more now; Natasha finished teasing her clit and worked to make her come. Gloria’s body convulsed just as Steve and I felt the tightness in our thighs, indicating the impending explosion.
Soon we were both covering Gloria’s tits.
An hour passed, the four of us licking, sucking and fucking in a myriad of methods and ways. Natasha rolled over to me and Steve and purred, “One more thing before we go. I want both of you.”
She looked at both of us, as if she was trying to size up the way she wanted her scene to play out, and smiled, “Dom, I think you drew the short straw, if you don’t mind me being on top?”
“Fine by me,” I said with a grin. “I have a feeling this may be interesting anyway.”
Gloria applied lubrication all over Natasha’s ass, preparing her for the coming penetration.
I laid back on the bed as Gloria turned to me, jacking my dick off with lube, stroking with a fervor as if she were the one that was about to be sandwiched. She then took the condom that I had in my hand, slipped it into her mouth and skillfully unrolled the condom over my shaft.
I swear to God that was the sexiest shit I had ever seen or felt.
“Bring your ass over here, sexy, I think he’s ready for you now,” Gloria licked her lips as she motioned for Natasha to straddle me.
Natasha moved toward me while Gloria propped my dick up. Natasha tried not to tense up as she felt the head of my dick penetrate her ass. She paused a second, before letting me slide in.
“OK, Steve,” she said between gasps, trying to adjust to my girth inside her ass. “Come on, I’m ready now.”
Steve climbed on top gently and pushed into her vagina. Both I and Natasha let out a breath or two, and I felt Natasha’s body shake as her nerves exploded with pleasure and the feeling of another dick inside of her along with mine.
Gloria grabbed Steve’s ass and helped him fuck deeper into Natasha. She couldn’t help but moan louder.
Natasha’s cries became a chorus of ‘oh God’s’ as she felt herself being torn asunder.
The pleasure was too much for any of us. Steve came hard, straining against the condom that he had on.
As Steve went limp, it was my turn to give her another orgasm while I still had energy left. I lifted a bit and began pumping upwards into Natasha. She grabbed at my hips, silently begging me to go as hard as my body would allow me. We came together, collapsing in heaving mountains of flesh.
Another hour passed and we were resting and talking. It wasn’t until after we were finally finished when we noticed that the other couple that we walked in on was just coming down the ladder. They gave us a silent thumbs-up, acknowledging that they enjoyed the show that we put on after they had long since finished with their own sexual escapade. Steve and Gloria left their number with me before departing. I honestly had no intentions of using it; it was a damn good time, but that wasn’t the reason we were here.
“Dom,” Natasha looked up at me, her mind almost immediately coming to grips with what just happened, “What happens now, with us?”
I kissed her forehead. I won’t lie, Natasha is a damn good catch, and she would understand how things go down because she’s on the force. But now wasn’t the time to start thinking about relationships, not just yet.
I admitted to a twinge of jealousy when she was with Steve. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but it let me know that this one didn’t need to be let off the hook to be at the feet of another man. I already made that mistake once, and I wasn’t inclined to do that again.
“I think we can discuss this, after we find the killer,” I couldn’t help looking into her eyes, they were getting to me. “But to answer your question, I really can’t hide what’s happening between us. I want to see where this goes, but we have business to finish first.”
As we walked down the hall toward the stairwell, I accidently bumped into a woman in a green leather teddy and fishnets. Apologies were offered and accepted, and she moved on hastily, which struck me as odd, even though she was in a rush to service the gentleman that was dragging her into the next open room. As we resume our exit, I noticed an 8 x 10 black and white picture on the ground. I picked it up and my heart stopped. It was a photo of me and Sherrie on our wedding day; the one of us together out on the lawn outside of the church.
Sherrie’s face was completely scratched out.
~Eight~
It’s Saturday morning, and I found myself alone, watching porn.
Whatever… this is for the case. No, really, I’m serious, damn it. Didn’t you see what happened last night?
After what I did with Natasha last night, I definitely did not need to masturbate this morning.
Joining the website cost $200, which would have really pissed me off if I had to come out of my own pocket. The Acquiescent Sluts website specialized in live webcam porn. You could choose between about a dozen different feeds that showed young women going about their daily business in next to no clothing. You could also look at archived ‘highlights’. peaches had been on the website for about a month and her highlights were becoming progressively more extreme. The scenes moved from beatings and sex with Aris to beatings and sex with other men, sometimes more than one. Humiliation figured prominently in all the scenes.
I debated the merits of cheap and hard versus expensive and easy and laziness won out. I e-mailed one of the investigators that specialized in digital tracking the website info and the generic login information and asked her to track down everything she could. I particularly wanted to know who owned the website and if she could identify other women who had been in that apartment before peaches. You can do that by checking a few websites and making a few phone calls, if the ownership is direct lined. I had a suspicion the ownership wasn’t going to be a direct line from A to B, though.
Besides, I had other things to do. There were seven names on the list peaches gave me and I needed to run those down if I was going to have a hope of solving this case. Now, while I might not have many friends in the lifestyle, my business partner does. So I had him burning up the phone lines and pestering people for information. The advantage to dealing with acquaintances is that I don’t mind lying to them, but Ramesses is more direct, and he doesn’t apologize for being direct. But I also know that not too many will defy Lord Ramesses, not without consequence.
Then I got a knock at the door.
No one knocks at my door.
That uncertainty left me a bit wary, so I picked up one of my guns and slowly walked to the door.
It was a pleasant surprise to see Niki standing outside on the front porch. I smiled as I opened the door and opened my mouth to greet her but didn’t get the chance.
“Dominic Law, you are under arrest for breaking and entering and criminal trespass. Turn around and put your hands behind your head,” she barked.
“What the hell?” I said as I turned around and put my hands behind my head. “I thought that was taken care of; me calling you to report a murder and all that?”
Besides, if it comes down to a court case I’ll be able to convince a jury that peaches had a long-standing relationship with the deceased and that she had implicitly granted me permission to enter the premises. Well, it sounded good to me, and I could probably sell that to a jury.
“What’s that?” she demanded as she ran a hand down one of my arms.
“I’m happy to see you,” I retorted.
“Implicit permission, is that what peaches’ lawyer is going to tell her to say?” she snapped, poking me in my chest. “Or her shrink? Or the freak you’ve got handling her?”
She was genuinely pissed off, and she caught me off guard at home. I’d be damned if she was going to arrest me over some bullshit that I had nothing to do with.
“You’re pisse
d because I got an abused woman help? Fuck you!” I snarled.
She wrenched my arms around and put the cuffs on me; like I’m not familiar with handcuffs. But officers are using them less and less because they’re relatively expensive and they’re pretty easy to escape if you know what you’re doing. That’s why everyone, including folks in the lifestyle, seems to be moving to zip-cuffs for restraint purposes. Unless you like the look and feel of old-style handcuffs of course. There’s just something about the look and feel of metal.
“I knew you were a freak, but I thought you could still be trusted to stay true to the investigation,” she told me as she continued to search me.
She was thorough, and yes that meant what you think it meant. I actually enjoyed the search, though I’d rather the roles were reversed. Any excuse to have Niki touching me, I told myself repeatedly.
“I have. If you were prevented from talking to peaches then that was a mistake. I can make a phone call and get you access to her. Would you like that?” I offered.
She spun me around and pushed me back onto my couch then she stood in front of me and glowered at me, trying to intimidate from her vantage point.
Now, body positioning was a wonderful thing, especially during an interrogation. You could really put someone into the proper frame of mind using good body positioning. Niki was trying to intimidate me by putting me under arrest, handcuffing me, and then towering over me. But she knew me better than that, and even more so, she knew I knew the law. I was in my home, I knew the arrest was a minor annoyance at best, and I was used to using body positioning, having done it for years. So, I leaned back on the couch and crossed my legs, and made myself comfortable.
Company policy kept flashing in my head: always cooperate with the police.
I hadn’t resisted her in any physical way that would have given her an excuse to charge me with resisting arrest or, worse, assaulting a police officer. But if she wanted to play subtle D/s games... cool.
She was smart and finally realized that she wasn’t as in control as she wanted to be, so she switched to a different tact. She pulled out her phone and flipped it open.
“Number,” she demanded.
I gave her the number and she dialed it and held it up to my face. I smiled and mouthed the words ‘thank you’ at her.
A couple of seconds later…
“Mistress?”
“Dominic? What can I do for You, dear?” Sinsual was on the line.
“There’s been a little mix up, Ma’am. Someone told the police they couldn’t talk to peaches.”
“That pretty little female detective has already contacted You? Now there’s a woman who’s over-compensating for something,” Sin quipped, and then giggled a little at her inside joke. “Yes, we told her that peaches needed to talk to her lawyer before she started answering questions.”
“Ma’am, she’s not a suspect in the case. Would You please arrange for her to go to the police station and speak with Detective Santiago? She can bring her lawyer, of course,” I felt Niki on my neck, trying to listen in on the conversation.
“Is she there with You right now?” Sinsual asked me.
“As a matter of fact, yes, Ma’am, she’s standing right here. She’s holding her cell phone up to my face because my hands are cuffed behind my back.”
I don’t know why I offered that irrelevant piece of information, but the cat was out of the bag now.
Sinsual loosed a sadistic laugh, although I didn’t find it as funny. “Maybe You’ll learn something,” she told me, “Put the good detective on the phone, Dominic.”
“She’d like to speak with you,” I told Niki.
She put the phone to her ear. “Santiago,” she said.
During the course of the phone call, I felt her hold on me relax a bit. I heard a bunch of ‘okays’ and ‘mmhmm’s’ on her end of the conversation. I had hoped that it was a good thing, but that didn’t stop me from looking for something to get these cuffs off my wrists.
I swore she blushed a few moments later, but then she said, “Tomorrow at 9am would be fine. Thank You.”
“So, am I still under arrest?” I asked her as she hung up her cell phone.
“No,” she replied.
“Good,” I pulled my hands out from behind my back and handed her the handcuffs and a paperclip. I’d like to say that I keep lock picking tools, weapons, and condoms hidden all around my house for just such a situation. The truth is that I don’t clean under the cushions very often. The paperclip was just luck.
The condoms on the other hand...
“I always hated that you could get out of cuffs when you wanted to, damn you,” she scoffed.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked her, bypassing the whole situation with the ‘arrest’.
She shook her head as she put the handcuffs back into her belt carrier and took a look around my home.
“Not what I expected,” she admitted.
“Do you mean the leather, or perhaps the pictures of bound women, the red lights and whips and chains?”
She nodded.
“I’m not Aris,” I said, almost irritated.
“Who are you like?” she asked, her eyes stared intensely in my direction.
The question surprised me. We had been partners for seven years before I left; she helped me through the divorce with Sherrie, knew more about how I am now than my ex wife ever knew when we were blissfully married. She knew me through my interactions with Ramesses, knew what he was about in the BDSM community. Add to that the fact that she wore a shorter than usual skirt to come and take me into custody, and I tried to shake off where the conclusion was heading to.
I couldn’t be that lucky… could I?
“I’m like me. I’m a Dominant, yes, but I’m not a jerk or a controlling SOB,” I replied as I stood up. “And since I’m the only me in the world I can’t really compare myself to anyone else.”
Now who I wanted to emulate was a whole different matter. Amenhotep was the man.
“That must get lonely,” she observed.
I wasn’t particularly certain how far I wanted to allow her to crawl around inside my psyche, but sometimes you were so hard up for attention that even the shallow intimacy of a police officer trying to profile you is welcome.
“Sometimes it is,” I allowed. I shook out of my thoughts and changed the subject. “I’ve run down a couple of those names and I’ve got Ramesses checking on the others. One of them works at a club called the Indigo Lounge; it’s another private lifestyle club on the north side, up near Dunwoody. I also asked one of our investigators to run down the information on the website peaches was working for. Have you seen that?”
She shook her head. I pointed to the computer and went into the kitchen to get myself something to
drink.
“Are you sure about the drink? There’s only tea, water, or fruit juice to drink. I have alcohol in the house but wouldn’t offer it to a cop on duty if I did.”
“Water then,” she answered.
“This is the Acquiescent Sluts website,” I told her as I handed her the water and sat down at the computer. She pulled up a chair and sat next to me.
“Looks like pretty standard webcam voyeurism,” she observed.
I looked at her in surprise.
“Hey, I’m hip to some of the broad trends amongst the perverts,” she joked.
I laughed. “It is, although they’ve added the bondage window dressing to give their product an additional cache. The highlights are what are interesting. Here’s a clip of Aris and peaches in action.”
She watched it quietly for a minute before asking, “Does that turn you on?”
I thought, in retrospect, that it was her tone that decided me. She wasn’t condemning me with the question, just probing me with the asking. I think that’s why I didn’t tell her it was none of her business.
“Some of it; the control, the obedience, the restraint, those push my buttons. But this,” I said as Aris pulled out a
cattle prod and started in on peaches, “this bothers me.”
I let her watch a few more minutes to get a real good appreciation of what, exactly, Aris had been like. Then I stopped the clip and selected another.
“This is from two weeks ago,” I informed her, zooming in on the clip. “Aris started bringing in other men, singly at first, then in pairs. This is a threesome.”
The beatings were fairly disturbing to me and, I guessed, to Niki as well. Her body language was rather interesting to watch. I saw her eyes flash a few times, and her hand started to unconsciously move to her legs, which I took notice for the first time, since I usually never saw her in a skirt. Her legs were just as pretty as Natasha’s.
After a few minutes she asked me turn it off.
“One more,” I said and selected something from deeper in the archives. “What do you notice about this?”
“Different woman, same apartment,” she noted immediately.
I nodded. “And Mr. Flogger here? He’s a repeat customer.”
“How many?” she asked.
“At least ten women,” I said, still trying to shake off the disbelief. “I talked with the building super and he said some company rented the apartment and kept women there. He thought they were a porn outfit.”
“He was right. What’s the name of the company?”
“Pucci Entertainment, he thought. I haven’t checked it out yet.”
“I’ll take care of it,” she said. She stood up and took a last drink of her water. “Where are the women now?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Too early to say, but I’m looking into it.”
“I know I’ve been hard on you, Dom,” she warned. “I want you to know that.”
I shrugged again. “This kind of crap offends me,” I offered as my only explanation. We as cops understood that; sometimes a case got under your skin and you had to scratch the itch until it was gone. More often than not that means you scratched so hard that you bled, but it was an occupational risk.
“Thanks for the water.”
“Thanks for not arresting me.”
“Yet.”
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