Lawful Domination [Uniform Fetish 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

“Gray!”

“Hush,” he said. He leaned over and playfully bit the fleshy part of her ass, continuing his teasing of her anus. She may rebel against the idea, but he knew there were countless nerve endings being sparked to life by his gentle exploration. Stephanie just had to learn to relax, to give herself over to him completely.

He knelt down, pinning her thrashing legs between his. Once she was stilled, he leaned in and licked her puckered rosette. The warm water cascaded down her skin, running over his lips. He trailed his tongue along the outer ring of her tight passage before swiping up from her pussy lips.

It took a couple minutes, but he realized she’d stopped fighting, staying impossibly still. He wanted her to trust him. Why? Was he actually considering keeping her? She couldn’t replace Naomi. It was a moot point.

“Hurry,” said Dom. “Stretch her before I do.”

Dom’s jaw was clenching down hard. He knew his partner well. They lived and worked together for the past eight years. Words were often unnecessary between them. Dom wouldn’t last more than a few minutes before he took over this party.

* * * *

Stephanie was flying high. She knew these guys were kinky, but never contemplated what that really meant. They planned to share her in the truest sense. That would require her losing her anal virginity. The thought was foreign and terrified her. She enjoyed playing the victim in their seduction game while a small part of her had fought back for real. Stephanie was a wimp when it came to pain, and having one of these cop’s huge cocks in her ass sounded unappealing…until Grayson played with her asshole.

Never in a hundred years would she have guessed such erogenous zones existed around her nether hole. Her eyes had lolled back in her head as wave after wave of new sensations rolled through her body, finally settling deep in her pussy. She wanted to see how far Grayson would go. She became curious and felt dirty and naughty. It was refreshing to not have to hold back in any way. Stephanie doubted that anything she did would surprise these men.

When he forced a slick finger inside her, she instinctively tensed. Should she allow him to keep going? Regardless, she enjoyed the way Dom held her down, and her clit hummed when he’d spank her. So she continued to fight and struggle. She knew if she really wanted to stop they wouldn’t think twice, which was why she could enjoy their game.

“Stop that, Steph. Relax your muscles.” Grayson’s voice was deep and commanding. The sound settled in her womb like a fluttering of butterflies. How could she deny him? She tried her best to not tighten up, but she continued to fight Dom. She could feel his dick tapping her stomach like an iron rod. Her mouth salivated with her unexpected desire to suck on it.

Even though she could scarcely see with the water rushing over her head and hair, she knew she was completely exposed, her ass in the air as she lay bent over a cop’s lap. If Tammy knew about this she’d start laughing and never stop. Stephanie had had the same reaction when her best friend announced she had fucked the entire fire station.

Smack, smack, smack.

Dom was not impressed when she pinched his toes. The combination of discipline and a finger probing her ass was surreal. She couldn’t stifle the moan which escaped her lips in time.

“Let’s get her to bed. I’m getting water logged,” said Grayson. He slowly pulled out his finger and then continued to soap and wash her body. His hands were cruel when her skin was so hypersensitive. She wanted sex and ultimate satisfaction.

After they’d finished washing up, both men worked together to dry her with two oversized blue towels. They had the lingering scent of spicy cologne. She felt like a princess, so surrounded by male attention.

“Not there!” she blurted when Dom was about to dry between her legs. She was likely to orgasm from just a touch at this point. He stood up straight, looking down on her. His eyes appeared glazed over in an erotic spell.

“Do you want me to carry you?” asked Dom.

“I can walk.” She tucked one of the towels around herself and followed the men out of the bathroom. The difference in temperature made her skin break out into gooseflesh.

The bedroom she entered was decorated in hunter green. It was soothing, a color that calmed the nerves. There was no collection of weapons or pictures of half-naked women. It was tasteful and comfortable.

“Whose room is this?” she asked, wandering the perimeter. There wasn’t much to personalize the room such as photos or trinkets, not like her room at her apartment.

“Mine,” said Grayson. “You like it?”

“I do. It’s peaceful.”

“You’re the first woman to set foot in here.” He came up behind her. She could feel the heat of his breath before his hands around her waist confirmed his presence. “That means a lot.”

She turned in his arms. “Does it?”

He didn’t answer but began to kiss her neck. She tilted her head to give him more access. She was still under their spell, easily slipping back into an orgasmic realm.

“You have the right to remain silent,” said Dom from beside them. “But I doubt you’ll exercise that right tonight.” When she looked at him, he was swinging a black police baton and he had his officer’s hat on and nothing else.

They steered her to the queen-sized bed until the mattress hit the backs of her legs and she dropped down to her bottom. Both men were intense now, any hint of humor vanquished. “Open your legs, little one,” said Grayson. She crawled backward to the center of the bed.

“Let us play with you, Steph.” Dom crawled after her, the muscles in his broad shoulders bunching and biceps bulging as he supported his weight on his arms.

“I’m not a toy.” But she was. Tonight she would be their plaything, and men rarely invested in fast women. She’d set herself up for failure before she even had a chance at love. All she could do now was enjoy the ride.

Grayson held one of her bent knees open. “We’re going to have some fun. You’ll like it.” He winked at her. “If it’s ever too much for you, just say
purgatory
.”

“Good idea,” said Dom, securing her other knee. Her pussy was exposed to both of them. He trailed kisses along her thigh. “That’s your safe word, Steph. Don’t use it unless you want us to take you home. Things can get rough and tumble, but I doubt you’ll want us to stop.”

“What exactly do you plan to do to me?” She grew apprehensive once they started talking about safe words. Who were these guys? Weren’t cops supposed to be wholesome family men, the example for all society? But here they were—real men with real needs.

Dom held up his night stick. “It’s clean.”

Her breathing picked up. “What are you going to do with that?”

He lowered his head between her legs and kissed her clit. Her entire body jolted to life. “Play.” Dom drizzled some clear lube from a small tube onto the tip of the baton. It was black and appeared covered in thick rubber. She’d always envisioned them as simple wooden sticks, not complex instruments with different rows of bumps and ridges. It appeared more like a sexual toy than a defensive weapon.

Dom ran the end up and down along her folds. The light from the hallway provided most of the illumination as heavy drapes blocked the light from the bedroom windows. Even with the dim lighting, she could see the blue of Dom’s eyes as he stared at her. He barely blinked as he impaled the first few inches of his nightstick into her cunt. It was cold, stiff, and unforgiving. She wanted cock.

He began to work the stick into a fast pace, imitating the sex act, suckling her clit with his mouth at the same time. Her body began to heat from the inside out. She was burning up, her skin glistening in a sheen of sweat.

She thrashed her head side to side. “Give me the real thing,” she cried. Playing was nice…for so long. She wanted it hard and fast. Wanted to feel Dom’s hard chest pressed against her as he fucked her. There was something addicting about skin-to-skin contact, kissing, and promises. Dom had given her everything, luring her in like Gretel to the witch’s cottage. Would her cop prove to be something as deceptive once the lust settled?

“What’s that?” Grayson’s goatee scraped her nipple as he kissed her breastbone. “Say what you want, Ms. Vasquez.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“What do you want, baby doll?”

“Sex.”

“That’s very vague,” said Grayson.

Dom left his nightstick protruding from her pussy and joined his partner near her face. They were both impossibly handsome, mirror images of each other. One darkly masculine, the other a dirty-blond, blue-eyed version. They reminded her of ravenous wolves, beautiful wolves. She’d welcome being eaten alive by these two.

“Say it,” whispered Dom. “Tell us what you want and we’ll give it to you.”

Dom could practically smell her desire. It was sickeningly sweet, taunting him. He loved to use toys in the bedroom, but the full arsenal would have to wait for another day. He’d had a hard-on for Stephanie since he first saw her luscious ass walking up the hallway at the
Heartland Tribute.
Or maybe since that very first day they’d pulled her over. It didn’t matter when his desire began to mount. He needed to get laid within the next couple minutes. It was unnatural to hold off so long with temptation right under his fingertips.

“I want a real cock. Not a lifeless stick.”

“Any cock?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Yours.”

“Good answer.”

He slipped the billy club out of her pussy. It was one of his new deluxe models, perfect for play. He’d always fantasized about using it on a woman. Grayson moved aside so he could mount Stephanie properly. No one was getting between him and his release at this point. Without additional foreplay or hesitation, he grabbed the root of his cock and guided it into her slick heat. He groaned aloud as he filled her to the hilt. She hugged his erection like a second skin.

Dominic lowered over her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs around his hips. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in the scent of her vanilla perfume. Everything about her was femininity at its finest.

“More,” she demanded. He didn’t hold back. Dominic began to work her pussy, thrusting in and out like a finely tuned machine. He had enough energy to go all night long, but he doubted he’d last long tonight.

As he fucked her, he was transported to a new plane of reality. The way her nails lightly scraped the back of his neck, the sweet grip of her cunt around his cock, and the breathy moans close to his ear—they all contributed to his heightened state of arousal. He nipped her earlobe, combing his fingers into her long hair as he worked his hips harder, faster.

He couldn’t help but wonder if this was just sex for Stephanie. As easily as they’d bedded her, she didn’t seem the type to run around with a new man night to night. He’d grown very attuned to personality types from his line of work. Nine times out of ten he could identify a prostitute, cheater, thief, or liar just by their body language and choice of words. Stephanie was a good girl. Or perhaps a good girl gone bad.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he said, his words slurred as if drunk.
Why did I just say that?
It seemed simple enough—he wasn’t twenty with the whole world ahead of him. At thirty-four, it was time for him to start thinking about settling down, selecting a woman he’d like to spend the rest of his life with. Random dates and one-night stands were becoming tiresome and unfulfilling. He could get used to waking up to Stephanie’s beautiful brown eyes every morning. He’d be able to devote himself to something other than his work. She’d give his life new meaning—if only she wanted him back.

“Don’t be greedy,” said Grayson, his hand landing on his shoulder. His partner wanted to join in, to finish what they’d planned. Should he embrace the possessive feelings flaring up inside him or push them away before they made him crazy? Grayson wasn’t a stranger, but his best friend, so he made his decision.

“Go slow with her.”

Dominic pulled Stephanie’s thigh up high on his hip after rolling them to the side. She was sandwiched between them and it felt completely natural.

“At first,” said Grayson, kissing the side of her neck. His friend was more enamored than he’d ever seen him. At first, Dominic thought it was because he’d finally got the girl he’d been fantasizing about. But it was more than that. Was it possible that his emotionally damaged friend was falling for Stephanie?

* * * *

Stephanie heard the spurt of lube and then felt the cool jolt of Grayson’s cock against her asshole. Deep down, she wanted this, needed this. But her fears continually mingled with her desires, making her leery. Both of these men were larger than life, masculinity at its finest. She wanted to feel both their cocks filling her at once, initiating her into a new realm of erotic pleasure. Her best friend never complained about taking four firefighters, so it couldn’t be all bad. In fact, the visual of both cops ramming into her with their hard, sweaty bodies did wicked things to her libido.

Her pussy clamped down around Dom’s cock in random bursts, exciting her.

“Is this new for you?” Gray whispered. He tongued the shell of her ear, transporting her to a dream-like realm.

She nodded, not wanting to break the spell by speaking.

“Then you’re in good hands. I’m an excellent teacher.” He rubbed his lube-covered cock up and down the crack of her ass. “Bear down. Don’t be shy.”

Stephanie only clenched around Dom again.

“She’s not listening,” said Dom.

“If you fight me, it’ll hurt. If you follow orders, your first time will be a very pleasant one.”

He pressed the tip into her tight anal ring. Her body was completely unforgiving, refusing him passage. “You’re too big,” she blurted, suddenly apprehensive.

Gray nipped her shoulder, his hand smoothing down her side and hip. He smacked the side of her ass, the fleshy sound filling the room. “You started this, baby girl. No turning back now.”