Triple Play (11 page)

Now that Melanie was out of a coma and safely ensconced away from this maniac, Ella could relax more and enjoy her time with Mac and Sam. Although, she thought ruefully as she stepped into her shower, if she enjoyed it much more, she just might combust from sheer pleasure. Her imagination went into overdrive as she thought of all the possible three way scenarios they could indulge in, which only incited her further. Lathering her loofa she ran the bristled sponge over her breasts, rubbing roughly across her nipples before moving between her spread thighs.

Leaning her head back against the tile, she moaned loud and long as she brought herself to a feverish pitch, her hips thrusting repeatedly against her hand. Visions of Sam and Mac fucking her danced through her head as she climaxed, her body shuddering in pleasure. As good as that was, she thought as she slowly got her breath back, it hadn’t been near as good as the heights she had achieved with the boys. Before her imagination could sidetrack her again, she quickly finished washing. Taking extra time to shave, lotion, and perfume her body, she then dressed in her favorite pair of white jeans and a Hawaiian print silk blouse. Since she didn’t know anything about tonight’s plans, she could only hope she was attired appropriately. She breathed a sigh of relief when, promptly at six o’clock, she opened the door to find both Sam and Mac dressed casually in jeans and short sleeved shirts.

“Hi,” she breathed softly, stepping back to let them in as she tried to regulate her heart beat. That fickle organ had a tendency to get out of whack whenever she was around one or both of them.

“Ella,” Sam greeted her with a light kiss. “You’ve already broken a rule, and we’ve just begun.
Closing the door, she frowned at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“Remember when I told you never to wear a bra when you’re with me?” Both men looked pointedly at her chest.

In truth, Ella had remembered that directive as she was dressing but dismissed it as it was said in the heat of the moment, and she hadn’t taken him seriously. Shrugging self consciously, she replied simply, “I didn’t think you were serious.”

“You need to take everything we tell you seriously. I don’t think she’s too sorry, do you?” Mac asked, smiling at Sam.

“No,” Sam sighed, acting as if they were discussing a wayward child.

Before Ella could comment, Sam had his hands under her shirt, her bra unhooked and pulled off through her sleeves while Mac moved behind her and, with just as much quick efficiency, had her jeans opened and pushed to her knees along with her thong. Ella’s surprised gasp was swallowed by Sam’s mouth as he kissed her ruthlessly while Mac squeezed her buttocks. They had moved so fast, with such practiced ease, that she hadn’t had time to get nervous about being confronted by the two of them, to wonder how or what they had in store for her.

Sam didn’t release her mouth as they maneuvered her to the sofa. He no sooner pulled away from her clinging lips than she found herself face down over Mac’s hard thighs, her raised ass vulnerably exposed. Ella found her predicament and position highly arousing. Sam’s eyes were riveted on her ass as she imagined Mac’s were, which made her wriggle self consciously.

“Be still,” Mac ordered as he slapped her right buttock hard.

“Okay,” she gasped as he smacked her again.

“What?”

“I mean, yes, Sir,” she corrected quickly as he struck her again and again.

“You’re going to have to learn to obey unconditionally, Ella,” Sam scolded as he released his swollen cock into his hands while watching Mac doing an excellent job of reddening her ass. “Every time, without questions, without fail.”

Ella’s concentration was split between the wonderful pleasure/pain engulfing her backside and the sight of Sam massaging his hard cock in his large hand. A pearly bead of pre-come seeped from the tip as he slowly moved his hand down his shaft and cupped his balls before gripping his length again.

“That’s it, Blondie,” Sam murmured approvingly. “Lift that pretty ass for Mac. Show us how much you enjoy being punished.”

Ella hadn’t even realized she was raising her hips automatically for each smack. The only things that registered was the heated pain engulfing her ass and how much she wanted to taste that drop seeping from Sam’s delicious cock. Licking her lips in an unconscious pleading gesture, she cried out as Mac swatted her on the top of her thighs several times.

“Give her something to occupy her mouth,” Mac said from above her.

“You read my mind.”

Ella opened eagerly as Sam pushed his cock between her lips. Closing her eyes, she started to reach up to use her hand also when Mac grabbed both of them and held them tightly behind her while he continued to rain blows down on her aching flesh. “Just your mouth, Ella.”

Sam helped her by holding her head and guiding her up and down, controlling her rhythm as she sucked hard on his length, moaning softly as both his taste and the painful swats engulfed her senses. When Mac’s hand ceased torturing her buttocks and moved to cover her swollen, wet cunt, tears of relief seeped out. She needed to come so bad her pussy ached as much as her ass.

“Christ, Ella,” Sam groaned as he watched a single tear escape her closed lids and run down her face. “You’re so fucking responsive, you’re going to burn us alive.” Pulling out of her suckling mouth, he quickly pulled her down to kneel between Mac’s spread legs while Mac shoved his jeans down, freeing his own raging hard on.

“My turn, baby,” Mac growled in a low, barely controlled voiced. “Hands behind your back.”

Ella quickly complied as Mac guided her head much the same as Sam had done and pushed his cock into her mouth at the same moment as Sam entered between her pussy lips. Both orifices took their cocks greedily, with wet, sucking enthusiasm.

“What do you think, Sam?” Mac bit out as Ella took him deep and then sucked hard on her way back up before concentrating on the head with her lips and tongue.

“Ella, don’t come unless we give you permission,” Sam ordered from behind her, his voice strained as he thrust hard and deep into her.

Ella would have protested vehemently at their ridiculous order if Mac didn’t have such a tight hold of her head. Not climax? How ridiculous. What would be the point of screwing them if they were going to deny her the one thing she craved most. Ignoring his instructions, she concentrated on bringing Mac off, eager to taste his come while she thrust back against Sam, feeling her pussy spasm around him, her juices coating him, her outer lips, and her thighs. Her buttocks felt swollen, hot, and sore, heightening her pleasure.

As she felt both men quicken, their cocks stiffening even more and jerking inside her as they began to come, she quickly reached beneath her, finding her engorged clit unerringly. Within seconds, she was coming with them, the three of them jerking in unison as they erupted in a volcanic rush of pure orgasmic bliss.

“C’mon, Blondie,” Sam said as he assisted Ella to her feet. “I need sustenance before I can take this any further.”

“I hear you, bro.” Mac stood and adjusted his clothes before helping Sam with Ella.

Ella stood quiet and docile while the two of them adjusted her clothing, tying her shirt under her unfettered breasts and fastening her pants. Their pampering was a calm antidote to their intense sexual play, something she could get used to if she allowed herself to be so foolish.

“I need to freshen up if we’re going out,” she said, moving away from their lingering hands.

“Make it quick, then,” Mac instructed. “I get cranky when I’m hungry.”

Ella smiled at his burly tone and hurried quickly to the bathroom to run a brush through her hair and rinse her heated face. She fervently wished she had some way of cooling her ass cheeks as easily. A thong and tight jeans were not conducive to easing the discomfort of a well spanked butt. A little discomfort was a small price to pay for the pleasure of such an intense orgasm, she thought as she quickly finished up before she got herself into more trouble.

“Where’re we going?” she asked as Mac held the door of Sam’s truck for her.

“To eat.”

Ella grinned at him as he slid in next to her. “You’re a man of few words, Detective.”

“What I lack in communication skills, Sam makes up for.”

“That’s just one of the things that make us so compatible as partners,” Sam quipped.

Ella could think of a few others. Her first experience with two men had been everything she had dreamed, and she was anxious to see what else the boys had in store for her after dinner. Feeling the hardness of their thighs and arms on each side of her, the heat of their bodies and the lingering smell of sex made her crave them again.

The restaurant was not what she expected but just what she wanted. The small, family owned barbecue diner with red and white checkered tablecloths and juke box music was a popular place. It was obvious Mac and Sam were regulars by the way they were greeted by a short round man with a bald head and wire rimmed glasses.

“Detectives! It’s good to see you. Come,” he waved them through the crowded tables. “I’ve got a booth ready for you.”

“Thank you, George,” Sam said as he put a hand on Ella’s back and guided her to their seats. “How is the family?”

“Good as gold,” he beamed. “We were blessed with our sixth grandchild last week. What can I get you and your girl tonight?”

“Why don’t we celebrate that new grandchild with the works. A family meal for four, two beers, and a glass of your house wine.”

Mac’s hand squeezing her thigh tightly kept Ella from complaining about Sam’s presumption. “You have to trust us to take care of all your needs,” he whispered quietly in her ear.

Ella realized her reaction would have been purely instinctive, not how she really felt. She actually didn’t mind them making such mundane decisions for her. They thought of it as seeing to her welfare; she thought of it as a much desired break from having to make any conscious decisions. After spending eight to ten hours a night making split second, life altering decisions, it was a relief to give up all control to someone else, even something as minor as her dinner choice.

She smiled at Mac. “Okay, I’ll try. Thank you.”

“What’re you thanking him for?” Sam asked when George left to turn their order in. “Are you two playing under the table?”

“No, we can’t get away with that here. I was just warning Ella about complaining about any decisions we make concerning her, even small ones like ordering for her,” Mac replied.

Sam raised one brow inquisitively. “You didn’t approve of what I ordered?”

“No, I did.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Well, it would’ve been nice if you’d asked…”

Both men’s burst of laughter cut her off short. “Haven’t you realized yet that we aren’t in the habit of asking for anything?”

Ella loved Sam’s light hearted grin and the way his eyes crinkled when he was teasing. “I’m learning fast.” She tried to sound disgruntled, but it came out as a petulant sigh.

“Watch it, baby,” Mac said. “You’ve already earned one punishment for coming without permission.”

“About that. I have never heard of anything so ridiculous. How am I supposed to keep from coming with you two all over me? And why should I? The whole point of having sex is to orgasm, isn’t it?” she demanded quietly while looking around to make sure no one could hear them.

“The whole point of a sexual relationship is to please each other. And it pleases us to have you wait until given permission. We promise, it’ll be worth it.”

Ella looked at Sam as if he were nuts, and then burst out laughing when both of them replied simultaneously, “Trust us.”

“Said the spider to the fly,” she quipped. “Fine, I’ll try it your way, but I give no promises.”

Over the next hour, Ella was lulled into a false sense of complacency with food, wine, and laughter. By the time they were in Sam’s truck and headed back to her place, she was completely mellow and relaxed and had forgotten the reason she was with her two dates in the first place. A fact she was abruptly reminded of when Mac reached over and unbuttoned her blouse, spreading it open, baring her breasts.

Excitement warred with unease as she eyed the passing traffic. “What if someone sees us?”

Mac pinched her right nipple, hard. “What if they do? You need to get used to baring yourself, sweetheart. You’re going to be paraded naked and fucked publicly at the club. This is nothing.”

Just the thought of having an audience was enough to turn her panties wet. When Macreplaced his fingers with his mouth while Sam’s fingers latched on to her left breast, the dual pleasure blotted out everything else. Laying her head back, she moaned as they sucked, pulled, and pinched her nipples until she was on the verge of coming. Cupping her palm between her legs, she cried out in pleasure. Undulating against her palm, she brought herself off while they continued to torment her aching nipples. She was still trying to get her breath back when Mac lifted his head from her puckered red nipple and looked over at Sam.

“I didn’t give her permission to touch herself, did you?”

“Nope. Strike two, Blondie,” Sam replied with a grin.

Ella closed her eyes and said without remorse, “Sorry.” Her nipples throbbed and her cunt was still clenching in release. She found it very difficult to concern herself over anything at the moment.

Mac didn’t bother to button up her top as he helped her from the truck. Ella wondered if any of her neighbors saw her walking up to her apartment with her tits out, swaying with every step she took. Sam had grabbed his black bag from the back seat and set it on the small end table when they entered her apartment.

“Go to your room and strip, Ella. We’ll be there in a minute.”

Ella quickly obeyed Sam, anticipation making her heart beat faster and her palms sweat. She looked forward to another spanking and silently hoped Mac would use his belt on her again even though she was still tender from their earlier ministrations. She loved the feel of the thick leather on her soft flesh. She was completely naked, nipples hard and pointed, pussy wet and dripping when they entered a few minutes later.

Sam was carrying a black leather spanker, about eight inches long and three inches wide. Ella’s mouth watered at the sight of it, thinking it would feel as good as Mac’s belt. Her hopes were quickly dashed, however, and her trepidation lifted when Mac moved behind her and lifted her breasts.