by B J Wane
“Wait for me, Blondie,” he whispered in her ear as Mac reached behind her and spread her buttocks apart.
“Are you ready for both of us?” Mac asked, his blue eyes staring intently up at her as his hands held her ass firmly and his cock moved inside her.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she breathed. When Sam slid two lubricated fingers into her anus, she thought nothing had ever felt so wonderful as this double penetration. Bending lower, she lay on Mac’s chest and lifted her ass, eager for more.
Sam chuckled behind her. “I think she’s ready.” Removing his fingers from her tight hole, he replaced them slowly with his cock, breaching her tight hole with little difficulty.
“Okay, Ella?” he asked, his voice rough with need.
“Yes, more please.”
Sam looked at Mac and grinned as he slid deep into Ella’s ass. The two of them began to move in a synchronized rhythm, one in, one out, keeping her sandwiched tightly between them.
Ella could do little but lay there and take their thrusts, glorying in the feel of being so full. The room resounded with their grunts, the slapping of their damp bodies, the wet friction of their cocks moving in and out of her holes. She buried her face in Mac’s hard shoulder, mewling in ecstasy as they brought her to climax after climax. Shuddering, she shook with pleasure as they erupted inside her, loving the feel of their hot come coating her insides and their voices groaning in her ears as they spent themselves.
***
Sam and Mac stared down at the dead girl, sorrow and anger clearly reflected on their faces. Another victim, dammit, and still no closer to a lead.
“We need to keep this from Ella,” Sam said as they left the park where the body had been dumped, naked, just like the others.
“How the hell are we going to do that? This will be splashed all over the media within a few hours,” Mac snapped, frustrated with their whole investigation.
“Yeah, I know.” Sam’s dark eyes took one last look as the coroner zipped the body bag. “This could scare her off, and maybe it should. We have our hands full without having to worry about her.”
Mac eyed his partner closely. “She getting to you, Sam?” he asked quietly.
Sam looked back at Mac and didn’t even think about evading his question. They were too good of friends for that. “Yeah, she is. Just how much, I don’t know. But I like her, a lot.”
“Well, Partner,” Mac drawled as he slid behind the wheel. “We could have a problem because I like her too. A lot.”
Sam settled in the passenger seat, leaned his head back, and sighed wearily. “Yeah, well, odds are she won’t want anything to do with either one of us after we initiate her into the club and solve this thing.”
“True. Let’s just push forward and catch this bastard. It’s been less than a month since Melanie’s attack which means we may only have a few weeks before he strikes again. He’s upping his timetable.”
“Which means we have to get Ella into the club next week, no later than two weeks. I don’t think she’s ready.”
“I contacted Dave, and they’re free Friday night at their place. We can dish out her second punishment then, see how she handles that scene.”
“Dave and his wife are always good for scene play. Beth will love Ella,” Sam said with a cheeky grin thinking how much their friend’s wife enjoyed women, especially for her husband’s pleasure.
“But will Ella love Beth or what we have planned?”
“We’ll soon find out. First, let’s butter her up with a phone call from Melanie. I sent over a pre-paid disposable cell phone this morning. I’ll call the safe house and let her body guards know it’s okay to use it this afternoon for the one call and then to be sure they destroy it afterward.”
Mac pulled up to the station house and cut the engine. “Good idea. Meanwhile, let’s see if our perp left any clues for us this time. Shit, it’s going to be a long day.”
Ella was trying very hard not to take it personally that both Mac and Sam had left last night right after fucking her into near unconsciousness. Reminding herself that their relationship was strictly business, a means to an end, and this was becoming a constant litany in her mind. It was hard, having found what she’d been searching for her whole adult life, knowing it was short lived. If she had known how addictive her two lovers would be, she might never have forced this liaison on them. Who was she kidding, she thought as she filled the bath with warm, sudsy water. She wouldn’t have missed this opportunity for anything. A chance to fulfill every fantasy with not one, but two handsome, sexy, caring guys while helping to avenge the attack on her best friend didn’t come along every day.
Easing her sore, sated body into the soothing bath, Ella leaned her head back with a sigh. She would see this thing through, try like hell to guard her heart and keep her emotions out of the equation, and pray they caught this guy soon. And she would enjoy every minute with the boys and walk away when this was over with no regrets. Maybe, if she repeated that often enough, she might convince herself she could do that.
The phone rang, jarring her out of her self doubts. Irritated at being disturbed while she was wallowing in self doubts, she picked up the portable off the counter and gave a terse hello.
“It’s nice to hear from you, too.”
“Mel!” Ella squealed, sitting up abruptly and splashing water every where. “How are you?”
“Bored silly, but otherwise fine. The detectives sent this disposable phone over and said I could call you and my folks, but no one else. I hope Mandy doesn’t get pissed.”
Ella heard the worried note in her friend’s voice and rushed to reassure her. Melanie didn’t need any added stress, and she suspected that was why she was told to only call her and her parents. “I’ll talk to her, Mel. She’ll understand. Mac and Sam know how close we are and probably figured I’d be the one you wanted to call.”
“To tell you the truth, they were right. I can’t deal with Mandy’s insecurities and jealousies right now. So, how are things with you and the detectives?”
Melanie remembered Ella talking to her about both men and the things she had done with them while she was still in a coma. She didn’t know Ella was working under cover with them to try to get her attacker. “Good, no great. They’re everything I’ve been looking for.”
“But,” Melanie asked, hearing the hesitation she was trying to disguise.
Ella smiled at her friend’s astuteness. “But nothing. I’ve fucked them both, it was great, but they’re busy with this case and it isn’t anything that’s going to lead anywhere.”
“But you want it to, don’t you? With which one? They’re both to die for,” Melanie asked, refusing to back down.
“I don’t know what I want, Mel, or with whom. Right now, all I want is for this to be over so you can come home and put this behind you. It must be awful staying there, isolated, and with strangers.”
“Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll get it out of you when I see you again. My bodyguards are nice, and we try to entertain each other. I will be glad when this is over though. I miss everyone.”
“We miss you too. I’ll talk to Mandy, smooth things over for you. Maybe next time you can call her. I’ll understand.”
“Of course you would, and she should also. I need to go. I’ve already called my folks, and I’m being told to wind this up. Can’t wait to see you again!”
“Me too. Hopefully soon.”
Ella hung up, happy to have heard from Melanie, but frustrated at the separation. Her happiness was short-lived, however, when she saw the front page story in the daily paper. Mac and Sam had told her briefly about the discovery of another victim and questioned her about her desire to continue on with their plans. She had assured them she was in this until he was caught, but kept to herself just how worried she was that they were never going to get this guy. Though she trusted the police to protect her, only a fool wouldn’t be afraid of the possibility they would fail, and she would become another victim.
She didn’t hear from Sam or Mac until later that week when Sam phoned and informed her of their plans to introduce her to another couple that frequented The Loft. Other than the fact that they would mete out her second punishment, he had not given her any information on the plans for the evening, so when Friday evening came without further instruction, she dressed simply in a spaghetti strapped, flowered sundress that slipped over her head and fell to mid thigh. Remembering to leave off her bra, she wore nothing but a thong underneath the soft cotton sheath. She figured she wouldn’t be wearing either very long, and the thought of having an audience tonight for their play was very exciting.
“You remembered,” Sam said when she greeted him at the door. His eyes roamed appreciatively over her chest; his smile widening when her nipples puckered in obvious pleasure.
“Does that mean I don’t get punished tonight?” Ella couldn’t help asking even though she already knew the answer.
“Not hardly. Come on.” Holding out his hand, he led her to Mac’s car where he waited for them.
“You look nice, Ella,” Mac complimented her as he held the door open.
“Thank you.” Smiling, she scooted into the middle of the seat thinking this was almost like an ordinary date where the guy picked you up, complimented you, and held the door for you. That notion was squashed as soon as Sam sat next to her, lifted her leg over his hard thigh and shoved her dress to her waist as Mac pulled away.
“You remember the rule about not coming without permission, don’t you, Ella?” he asked as he slid two fingers into her thong and casually stroked the smooth folds of her cunt.
“If you want me to obey that silly rule,” she answered breathlessly as his fingers slid easily inside her, “then quit playing with me.”
Both men chuckled at her frustration. “Be nice, Sam,” Mac admonished, his eyes glancing between her splayed legs, catching sight of Sam’s glistening fingers as he pulled them out of her. “She’s got enough frustration coming her way.”
Sam casually wiped his fingers on her silk thong, leaving a damp spot, lowered her dress and lifted her leg off him. “Okay, but I get to frustrate her later.”
“Do I get to know what these plans are that include me?” she questioned, knowing the answer.
“No,” they both replied simultaneously, making her laugh.
“Dave and Beth are married and friends of ours. They met at The Loft several years ago and still play there once or twice a month. All they know is that you’re interested in being introduced to the lifestyle and have invited us to their home tonight. Behave, do as you’re told, and I think you’ll eventually enjoy yourself,” Mac lectured her.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of a ranch-style home set on a large, tree filled lot. Dave, a tall good looking man in his mid thirties with dark wavy hair and dark eyes, greeted them at the door. His petite wife stood behind him, her black hair cut short and her grey eyes friendly and welcoming.
“Sam, Mac, come in. And you must be Ella,” Dave held out his hand in greeting.
“Yes, hello.”
“Beth, pet, say hello to our guests.” As if she had been waiting for permission, Beth stepped forward, kissed both Mac and Sam with a familiarity that wasn’t lost on Ella before turning to give her a warm hello.
“It’s nice to meet you, Ella.”
Ella said hello, trying not to stare. Beth was dressed in a simple, sheer sheath that barely reached her thighs. When she had stood on her bare toes to kiss Mac and Sam, they had gotten a good look at her naked pussy and buttocks, something she seemed completely at ease with, and excited by, if her pointed nipples were any indication. A very pretty silver collar adorned her neck, a diamond ring gracing the middle. Ella knew it was a symbol of her complete submission to Dave but was surprised by how natural, how right it looked on her slim throat.
“Ella, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?” Beth asked before turning to the men. “We’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes with some snacks.”
Sam gave her a nudge, and Ella followed Beth into a large, airy kitchen. “You have a beautiful home,” Ella said as Beth loaded two trays with chips, dips, pretzels, and nuts.
“Thank you. Do you have anything you want to ask me before we join the men in the playroom?”
“Playroom?”
Beth smiled ruefully. “Mac and Sam really left you in the dark, didn’t they? That’s where Dave and I entertain each other and friends. Mac and Sam have been here several times.”
“You’ve fucked them,” Ella voice was neutral, but she couldn’t help the brief flare of jealousy in her heart.
“Several times. They’re wonderful Dom’s as I’m sure you know.”
“I’m still new at all this. I take it your husband doesn’t mind you seeing other men?”
Beth laughed. “I only fuck other men when Dave says I can and then it’s only a few, like Mac and Sam, who are allowed to fuck me. And Dave is always there as a participant. Do you want to fuck my husband, Ella?” she asked, smiling.
Did she? Dave was good looking and sexy. She knew she wouldn’t mind having sex with him, but she had never stooped to sleeping with married men and didn’t know if she could break that hard and steadfast rule.
“Your husband is very attractive, as I’m sure you know,” she replied evasively.
“But he’s married,” Beth answered knowingly.
“Well, yeah.”
“That’s nice, Ella, it really is. Dave would never go behind my back and have an affair and neither would I. The occasional times we party with others, it’s always more for my pleasure, indulging me with a ménage every once in a while, whether it’s with men or women. He gives me structure, discipline, pleasure, and most importantly, love.”
Ella imagined herself with Dave, Sam and Mac, or her and Beth while the men watched, and her misgivings disappeared. She wanted that, and them, and if they were okay with whatever transpired, then she could be also.
“I envy you. You sound very happy.”
“Well, neither of us will be if we don’t get down there. I’ve already had a taste of Dave’s belt today. I’m ready for my pleasure.”
Taking one of the trays, Ella muttered, “I’m afraid my pleasure is going to wait. I haven’t had my second punishment yet from some infraction a week ago that I can’t even remember.”
Beth laughed with her as they headed downstairs. “I’m sure you’ll get reminded. And, whatever you did, thanks. You’re error gives me another chance to fuck your men. They are soooo hot.”
“Yeah, I know. And they’re not my men. I’m just using them for kinky sex.”
“If you say so.”
Chapter Eleven
The lower level of Dave and Beth’s home had been transformed into a huge room to indulge every whim of Beth’s dominant husband. Interspersed with the traditional pool table, fully stocked bar, card table, and big screen television were apparatus’s Ella had only read about. A wide padded bench complete with four padded cuffs stood next to the television. Ella imagined Beth, or herself, strapped over it, hands and feet cuffed wide apart, bare, reddened bottoms left on display while the men casually watched a football game. The picture excited her, as did the sight of the large cross with more straps, and the array of floggers, straps, and dildos on blatant display. Large, comfortable leather furniture was dispersed throughout the room including around the game table where the men were seated and already involved in a hand of poker.
“Set those down and come join us.” Dave waved them over where they placed their trays on the end tables. Dave grabbed Beth and pulled her into his lap just as Sam did the same with Ella. “There,” he said smugly. “We’ll see who has the better good luck piece.”
“What about me?” Mac complained.
“I’ll share,” Sam offered magnanimously.
Ella relaxed against Sam’s wide chest, enjoying the feel of his hard thigh beneath her, the press of his crotch against her buttocks, and the sound of his de
ep voice reverberating above her. She enjoyed watching them play and listening to their good natured ribbing when Dave won the next three hands.
“Ella, sweetheart,” Mac said casually. “Bare those pretty tits of yours for us. That should be enough to distract Dave and give us a chance to recoup.”
One look at his face and then a glance at Sam told her they were serious. Reminding herself this is what she wanted, she slowly lowered her straps, dropping the bodice of her dress to her waist. Her bare breasts swayed and her nipples puckered as all their eyes went to her nudity. Sam reached up and ran his hand lightly over her nipples before kneading her flesh.
“Aren’t you going to deal, Dave,” Sam smirked as his friend ogled Ella’s impressive chest.
“Not until I even the playing field. Beth, pet, remove your shift now.”
It wasn’t lost on Ella the way both Mac and Dave had instructed them to bare themselves, letting them know they were not asking. Was that part of the thrill, she wondered as she watched Beth slip her sheath over her head, baring herself completely without reservation. Not being given a choice made it so much easier to comply, so much easier to accept what she wanted and needed from these two.
Beth’s body was lovely with her full breasts and Brazilian wax job on her pussy. The small straight line of hair was sexy and left her plump folds bare, her excitement evident by the dampness coating her lips. Dave kissed his wife on the neck while his fingers went to that damp flesh and spread her pussy open.
“I think we’re done playing cards for now,” Sam quipped, his eyes hot on Beth’s pink, wet flesh.
Ella squirmed in his lap, both excited and envious at the feel of Sam’s cock hardening beneath her, his fingers pulling roughly at her nipples, not knowing who he was lusting after. Mac’s state of arousal was just as obvious as Sam’s, his eyes just as hot on Beth as Sam’s were.
“What did you have in mind?” Dave asked, eyeing Ella.
“We thought we’d let you mete out Ella’s punishment tonight, if you’re willing?” Mac said, knowing full well Dave would be agreeable.
