Triple Play

by B J Wane

  “Because now we either have to bring you into the sting as our sub or answer questions about you when we eventually find someone to play that role.” It was obvious Sam didn’t like explaining himself.

  Ella’s face lit with a lustful smile. “Don’t even think it…” he started.

  “Use me,” Ella interrupted Mac before he could finish.

  Mac started pacing her small living room while Sam eyed her with silent speculation. “You have no clue what goes on there, withstanding a serial murderer and rapist using it as his stalking ground. What goes on downstairs is mild compared to what happens upstairs.”

  Ella frowned at them. “Upstairs?” She hadn’t even known there was an upper level.

  “Yeah. All the women have been taken after they’ve been initiated upstairs into the BDSM club. All except Melanie. Her abduction doesn’t fit the previous women’s.” He didn’t tell her that they suspected Melanie’s case to be a copy cat. She was abducted before being accepted upstairs; she wasn’t raped, and she wasn’t killed. For the time being, they were keeping all those facts to themselves.

  “And you need someone to pose undercover with you as bait. I want to do it.”

  Both men shook their heads. Mac stopped pacing next to her and glared down into her eager face. “You’re so fucking innocent. You have no idea what will be required of you. Are you always this impulsive?”

  “She needs a fucking keeper,” Sam muttered.

  Ella crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the two of them. Damn, but they were sexy. Ella’s pussy creamed at the thought of fucking them. Together or separately, she didn’t care. “Tell me something,” she stated trying to think of an argument that would make them consider her for their undercover sub. “How long have you been trying to get someone to fill this role?”

  “Since we figured out the connection between the upstairs and their disappearance,” Mac said. “Over six months now.”

  “Six months, two more abductions, and you still don’t have a viable candidate. Why?”

  “Like we said, you don’t have a clue what goes on up there or what you’ll be made to do. Not only what you’ll be forced to participate in, but you’d have to do it convincingly enough that everyone there believes you’re the real deal.” Sam walked over to her and grabbed her chin tightly, making her look right into his dark, stormy eyes. “Think you can be stripped naked, tied over a spanking bench, whipped, and then butt fucked in a room full of people?”

  “How about ordered to go down on a complete stranger, man or woman, or lay between us while we hold your legs spread eagle so someone can go down on you. Ever had that pretty bare pussy of yours whipped?” Mac asked softly.

  Ella pulled out of Sam’s grasp. They were sorely mistaken if they thought to scare her with the picture their words conjured up. On the contrary, she was so turned on right now envisioning those scenarios she was surprised they couldn’t smell her arousal. “No, I haven’t,” she replied coolly. “But there’s a first time for everything. I’ll do anything to help catch the person who hurt Melanie. You two seem to be close. Wouldn’t either of you do anything to help catch someone who hurt one of you?”

  “It’s not the same,” Sam snapped moving away from her tempting body before he did something foolish. “We’re experienced in both police work and in dom/sub relationships. You have no experience in either.”

  “So teach me.”

  Her challenge silenced both men for a split second before a wicked smile creased Mac’s lips. “From your spontaneous orgasm and your actions in your car, it was obvious you enjoyed being spanked. That’s only part of submitting to us. Let’s see how you are at obeying orders, no questions asked, no balking.” His hands went to the buckle of his wide leather belt.

  Ella watched as he slowly unbuckled it and pulled the thick strap from his jeans. Her heart beat with excited trepidation as he ordered, “Raise your skirt and bend over the couch.”

  Intent on proving herself, eager and scared of what was to come, she avoided eye contact with both men as she did as instructed, thus missing the surprise on both their faces. Skirt up to her waist, she bent over the arm of the couch, her naked buttocks lifted high and vulnerably exposed.

  “Hands behind your back and face me,” Sam ordered. “What do you think? Ten?”

  Mac nodded, his eyes glued to her raised ass, his cock hard as stone at her easy compliance. “You’ll count, Ella, and say ‘thank you, Sir’ after each one.”

  Ella just nodded, hoping she could manage to speak through the ordeal. Wasting no time, praying they weren’t making a grave mistake, Mac moved to her side, raised the doubled over belt, and brought it down hard across the middle of her quivering backside.

  Ella bit her lip and whimpered in both pain and pleasure as the belt left a fiery streak across her buttocks. “One. Thank you, Sir.”

  She managed to keep her eyes open and on Sam’s through the next stroke. “Two. Thank you, Sir.” The third came quickly, and the fourth. She barely managed to count and say thank you before the next blow landed. Heated pain suffused her ass, leaving her buttocks feeling swollen and her pussy wet and clenching. She couldn’t help rubbing herself on the couch, striving for orgasm by the sixth stroke. Her eyes watered and her whimpers turned into loud cries. She ceased counting and concentrated on lifting eagerly for the next blow, silently begging for the pleasure/pain of his belt. She felt the eyes of both men on her writhing buttocks, saw Sam’s hard cock pressing against his jeans, and imagined Mac’s was doing the same. She hoped so.

  The eighth stroke had her exploding in ecstasy as she ground her cunt against the couch, her hips rubbing and grinding through the ninth and tenth as she careened out of control until she finally lay limp, shuddering in both humiliation at her wanton display and with the aftereffects of the uncontrollable pleasure she had just experienced. Her hands were still clenched tightly behind her, her hair was plastered around her face with sweat, and her face was streaked with tears of release.

  “What do you think?” Mac asked Sam as he returned his belt to his waist. Ella had surprised and pleased both of them, but giving in to her demand to join them was not a decision to be made lightly or with just one encounter.

  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.