Triple Play (3 page)

As she dressed in a short white skirt and a blue and white crop top, she justified her actions by telling herself that Melanie would, and did, the same thing for someone she loved. Tonight, she wore a bra and plain white panties. She hoped having more underclothes on would protect her from portraying her attraction if she happened to see either of the detectives again tonight.

Ella rehearsed her plan all the way to the club. Sit at the bar, sip one drink, and keep her eyes peeled for any suspicious moves while watching for Sam or Mac. If she saw either of them, make a beeline for the ladies room or the exit.

Her same seat at the bar was vacant, and the same redhead smiled at her as she sat down. “Welcome back. Rum and coke?” she asked.

“Thank you. You have a good memory.”

“Comes with years of experience. I’m Cathy.” Sliding her drink across, she held out her hand.

“Ella,” she replied shaking her hand. “So you’ve worked here a long time?”

“Here for about a year, but I’ve bartended for about five years now. Holler when you’re ready for a refill.”

As she moved away to fill an order, Ella turned on her stool, sipping her drink, and surveying the crowd. She loved people watching, and there was an abundance to take in at a place like this. She turned down several offers to dance, instead keeping an eye on women’s drinks, watching for any sleight of hand that might indicate someone slipping something in. She saw the same guy Mac had pulled her away from last night. He nodded politely to her but kept his distance. She couldn’t blame him after the way Mac had acted. Watching him dance with a tall brunette, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would have gotten lucky last night if it hadn’t been for that pesky detective.

Although, she had to admit as she sipped her drink and eyed the stranger’s sexy dance moves, Mac was the better looking of the two. Plus, there was something about him and his partner that made her cream her panties. Just the thought of the two of them…

Ella jumped, startled out of her daydream by a hard hand clamped around her arm. One of the objects of her lustful musings glared angrily at her out of dark eyes.

Leaning down, Sam snarled in her ear, “Get your fucking ass up and come with me.”

Ella didn’t argue. She wanted to help not hinder their investigation. Blowing their cover could only set them back weeks and land her in a world of trouble. This time she followed meekly until they got outside, and then she tried to pull away from her angry escort.

“I’ll leave, I promise,” she said as he pulled her towards the parking lot.

“Yes, you will, and this time, I’ll make sure you don’t come back.”

Ella glared up at him as they reached her car, forgetting her good intentions. “How do you propose to do that, Detective?” she asked sarcastically.

“Like this.”

Before Ella realized his intent, he had her face down over his muscled left arm, her skirt flipped up and her panties down. Mortified, excited, and turned on, she cried out frantically, “Wait!” but she was too late. Sam’s hand came down hard on her bare ass, the slap and her shriek resounding in the parking lot.

“Be quiet,” he ordered as he smacked her again and again. “Mac is making sure no one comes to your aid. A good hard spanking is common at this club, so don’t expect any reprieve.”

Ella could do nothing but gasp as his hand fell hard and fast, covering her ass and thighs so thoroughly she couldn’t feel anything but heated pain, utter humiliation, and the stirrings of lust. Her pussy wept, the juices coating her thighs as her buttocks swelled and throbbed. She moaned, tears leaking as she felt the beginning of an orgasm. Her legs kicked, and she clutched his hard arm, hoping he’d think it was due to the pain instead of the orgasm ripping through her. She cried out as his hand landed hard in the middle of her ass, her pussy spasming in wicked release. She shuddered in pleasure and pain, humiliation swamping her as she could do nothing but lie limply over his arm, praying he hadn’t noticed her submission to the painful pleasure.

Ella knew her face was red from embarrassment and ecstasy as he lifted her up, his blows finally coming to a stop. Opening her car door, he shoved her into her seat, buckled her in, and then stared for a moment at her face.

“Go home, Ella. Let us catch the bad guys.”

Then, to her utter surprise, he leaned in and kissed her, hard. Before she had time to react, he shut her door and strode back into the club.

***

“She came.”

“What?” Mac asked, surprised.

“While I was smacking that delectable ass, she had an orgasm.” Sam grinned unabashedly, glad that the music kept anyone else from hearing them.

“No other stimulation?”

“None.”

“Son of a bitch. I almost came watching her squirm over your arm. If I had known she was coming instead of complaining, I probably would have. We better follow her home. Make sure she gets there in one piece.”

“Yeah, we better do that,” Sam replied wryly.

Chapter Three

Ella wasn’t sure how she made it home in one piece. Pulling into her reserved carport, she leaned her head back and took a deep, shuddering breath. Her buttocks ached, pleasantly so, and her pussy was still wet from her powerful climax. Pulling up her skirt, she quickly shoved her panties the rest of the way down her legs and spread her thighs wide. Two fingers delved unerringly into her sopping cunt while her thumb pressed tightly against her engorged clit. Within seconds, she was heralding through her second orgasm, her hips rising to meet her marauding hand, her buttocks clenching tightly with each thrust. The lingering pain and heat in her ass only increased her pleasure. Recalling the feel of Sam’s hard hand on her naked flesh, out in the open, brought on a fresh gush of moistness, soaking her fingers. She cried out, her whimpers echoing loudly in the still air. She was so involved in her own bliss she didn’t hear the two men approach her car until Mac flung open her door.

Smiling, he looked from where she had her hand buried between her splayed legs up to Sam who was peering in the passenger side window.

“You were right, Partner, she did enjoy being punished.”

Even though she was completely mortified, Ella wasn’t one to back down or shy away from her desires. She loved sex, especially male dominated encounters. Her fingers continued stroking over her bare folds, coating the plump lips with her juices, and giving both men a good view of her naked pussy.

“What if I did? It’s not a crime.”

“No, but hindering an investigation is,” Sam snapped. “Stay away from the club, Miss Ward.”

Ella calmly lowered her skirt and looked from Sam to Mac asking, “And if I don’t?”

Mac grabbed her arm and pulled her from the car, ignoring the white panties left lying on the floorboard. “Let’s go to your apartment and get this straightened out.”

Ella’s heart pounded with excited trepidation. These were not men to be trifled with. Not only were they the law, they were strong dominant men who didn’t take no for an answer. She liked that, a lot. Fumbling, she found her keys only to have them jerked from her hand by Sam. Flipping on the light switch, she tossed her purse onto her sofa and faced the two stern looking men glaring at her.

Arms folded over their chests, they were enough to cause any woman’s heart rate to trip and her cunt to gush. Damn, she thought irrationally, she had just had several fantasies granted to her, a humiliating spanking and an audience, and she was still horny, aching for a taste of what these two could give her. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be disappointed as she had been so many times in the past.

“I can’t stay away while Melanie is lying so helpless and her attacker is still running around free. I promise I won’t blow your cover or get into trouble. I’m good at people watching. I can help you.”

“Your actions tonight have put a major crimp in our plan,” Mac said, his blue gaze hot with anger.

Ella threw up her hands. “How?”

“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.