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

by Stacey Espino

  He shrugged. “I don’t know, Dom. That’s for you to find out, I suppose.”

  “I think she hates us. Every time we get a chance, Grayson insists on showing his darker side.”

  He didn’t have to elaborate for Jake. Before Tammy took Station 23 by storm, they’d all enjoyed nights out at the bar, hot chicks, and cold beer. Jake and Grayson were similar for their unorthodox fetishes in the bedroom.

  Jake smirked, something he rarely did. “That might be what keeps her coming back. You’d be surprised what arouses a woman. It’s not always candy and flowers. Remember that.” He winked, tossed his book aside, and strode past him.

  Dominic returned to the cruiser more confused than when he’d arrived at the station.

  “We got a call from the chief,” said Grayson after he sat in the passenger seat.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “We have to collect a witness and bring her in.”

  He could tell by the look in his partner’s eyes that he was talking about Stephanie. Dominic massaged his temples. Now she’d really hate them.

  Grayson pulled out onto the main road. The Heartland Tribute was only a few blocks away. “It could be fun. The bet was for a week, wasn’t it?”

  “Since when is bringing in a witness fun?”

  “When you have an imagination. Fuck, Dom. You’re getting boring in your old age.”

  He exhaled, wishing Grayson would be honest with himself rather than skating along the superficial forever. How long did he plan to pretend Stephanie was just another conquest?

  “Have it your way.”

  They parked right in front of the building and entered side by side. The women at the front reception stared at them as if they’d never seen a man in uniform before.

  “We’re here to see Stephanie Vasquez. Could you send her out, please?” asked Grayson in his deep baritone. Dominic had to stifle a laugh. It was so easy to use their authority to get their way. He still didn’t understand how their title could inspire both fear and protection in people. They were just men.

  “Just a minute, please.” The secretary stood up and raced down the long, narrow hallway, her heels marking her retreat. A couple minutes later she returned with Stephanie in tow. Her brow was lowered, a look of confusion on her face. The last time they’d seen her they were out of uniform and pushing the boundaries. Even though she’d taken off, there was no doubt they’d managed to arouse her. She must crave the thrill of being dominated, something they were very capable of giving her if she allowed it.

  “Do you have a private room we could use to interrogate—I mean, question our witness?” asked Grayson. The look of horror on the women was priceless.

  “Yes, sir. The last door on the left is our conference room. It’s very private.”

  “Good. Make sure we’re not disturbed.”

  Dominic added, “No matter what you hear.”

  The secretary nodded robotically as they led their witness up the hall.

  “I hope this isn’t another game,” she whispered. “Just because you’re cops doesn’t mean you’re above the law.” Fiesty, he liked that.

  He walked behind her, captivated by the slight swing of her hips. Her ass was deliciously plump, and he imagined holding on to those strong hips as he rammed his cock in her pussy. Did she move like that on purpose? Her suit was navy blue, the skirt several inches above her knees. The woman had a body to die for from her long legs to her silky dark hair that fell elegantly down her back.

  Grayson held the door open for her. She crossed her arms and entered. Once they were inside the privacy of the conference room, he closed the door. Since there was no lock, Grayson proceeded to wedge one of the leatherback chairs under the handle, securing it in place. Stephanie watched with her mouth agape.

  “Problem?” asked Dominic.

  “Do you think I’ll overpower the two of you? I’m not a criminal.”

  Grayson flicked off all the bright overhead lights, leaving only the soft accent lamp above the whiteboard on. There were no windows, so the sudden change in light took a moment for his eyes to fully adjust to.

  “You’re here to question me? Why? What did I do now? I stopped at the yellow light, dodged a squirrel, and refrained from using the middle finger. I should get a humanitarian award.”

  “This has nothing to do with your driving, Ms. Vasquez.” Grayson adjusted his police hat, taking a good look at Stephanie as he forced her to walk backward. The backs of her thighs struck the table and she reached to her sides to keep balance. “Vasquez. Where’s that from?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. My father was Hispanic, but I’ve never met him.”

  “He’s missing out.”

  Dominic gritted his teeth when his friend ran a finger along her jawline. If they were wrong about her attraction, this could end up very badly.

  * * * *

  Stephanie’s wanton desires settled low in her stomach. She ached for these larger-than-life men. When she’d run from them on Wednesday, she’d regretted the decision all night as she tossed and turned in bed, her body molten hot. She may be afraid of betrayal, but nobody had to be hurt with a one-night stand. She’d come to the conclusion long before they showed up in her office that a quick fuck may be just what the doctor ordered. If she expected nothing in return, she couldn’t be disappointed.

  When Grayson mentioned her father, the tables turned. She lost her bravado, feeling uniquely vulnerable. As much as she tried to convince herself not having a father was insignificant, the loss rooted deep. The pain rarely surfaced, but the raw masculinity exuding from these two cops brought out all her weaknesses. She wanted them to take control, to soothe her, to tell her they’d always be there.

  Be strong, Steph. “My mother did just fine on her own.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek, attempting to wait for her questioning with as much dignity as possible.

  “I could envision you as a little girl,” said Grayson, raking his gaze over every contour of her face. “Big brown eyes and long ponytail. He missed out,” he repeated.

  What was he doing to her? She wanted to feel his strong arms around her as she spent her tears against his uniform. Stephanie had enough tears to flood the room. She rarely allowed herself the freedom to release all her pent-up emotions. It was so much easier to push them away, out of sight, out of mind.

  She’d decided to keep things simple—straight sex. But they weren’t making it easy. “Don’t. Just—Just get on with the questioning. Please.” She couldn’t take any more sympathy. It was like he knew her greatest weaknesses and played on them. He was a cop, so he probably did.

  “Did you see anything suspicious the night of the gala?” asked Dom.

  “What gala?” She awaited their reaction. There wasn’t a law that said she had to be quick on the draw. If they wanted to make her life difficult, she could do the same to them.

  Grayson wrapped a hand around each side of her waist and hoisted her up onto the smooth, polished conference table. The fine cherrywood centerpiece was Mr. Templeton’s pride and joy. He wouldn’t approve of her fat ass sitting on it.

  “Now. About the gala, last Saturday night. Anything suspicious?”

  “Maybe.”

  This was it. She could play hard to get until the cows came home, but she’d be the one suffering alone in bed tonight. Stephanie tried to remember the pep talk she’d given herself about lovin’ and leavin’. It wouldn’t be the end of civilization as she knew it if she participated in some good, clean, casual sex. She was a grown woman with needs and desires.

  “Listen, little lady. When we bring you to the station they won’t be as forgiving as us. You’d be smart to talk now,” said Grayson. He was so close—practically between her legs. The room was all shadows and Dom’s ever-looming presence was the only distraction from the man in front of her.

  “Don’t I get any rights read to me? I thought I was allowed to remain silent.”

  She swore Grayson growled, the masculine sound rolling up from
his chest. She straightened her posture, only to be pressed back enough that she ended up on her elbows. He braced both hands on the table at either side of her waist. “You have the right to follow orders. You have the right to do as we say.”

  Stephanie frowned. He didn’t need to know his words made her panties moist. “Let me guess, I have the right to take off my clothes?”

  “You said it, not me.”

  Dom joined in, sitting on the edge of the table. “What should we do with her? An interrogation with handcuffs and baton?” He ran his hand along the length of her hair, an intimate touch. The scent of his musky cologne surrounded her in an erotic veil. Everything about them was a temptation—even their silver badges, gun belts, and uniforms. Grayson stared at her, an intense gaze which travelled through her body like a jolt of electricity. She was lying helpless on the table, completely at the mercy of these domineering men. He fiddled with his belt, which only revealed he had tight, flat abs underneath the layers of blue. Stephanie couldn’t stop staring, wondering if he was about to unzip his pants.

  It was time to brave up and follow her desires. A one-night stand. She knew the cops were only playing with her, a cat-and-mouse game fuelled by the basest of needs. They were excellent flirts, which only confirmed they were playboys and not relationship material.

  She reached up with one arm, supporting her weight on one elbow. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Stephanie undid the first two buttons of her blouse, exposing the top of her cleavage.

  Both men froze, staring at her as if she were an enigma. She expected them to reject her advance since they were on duty. The next thing she remembered were two strong hands slipping under her knees and pulling her flush to Grayson’s body. His cock was impossibly firm and solid, not unlike the cherrywood beneath her.

  “Fuck,” muttered Dom.

  “Good choice,” said Grayson, his shoulders back and chin squared. “Go on, unbutton them all.”

  She expected them to pounce on her like ravenous wolves once given permission—and part of her wanted them to. But neither man touched her, their massive, shadowed silhouettes standing guard over her. She felt so small and delicate next to these men when she normally felt like an oaf next to her petite best friend, Tammy.

  Stephanie did as told, continuing the slow striptease. To use both hands she had to lie flat on her back. “What if someone comes in?”

  “Door’s secure,” said Grayson. Occasionally, his hand would tighten on her thigh where it rested, his fingers dangerously close to her throbbing pussy. When he’d tugged her down, her skirt rode up high and he now took up residence between her legs. If it wasn’t for the subtle lighting, he’d have been able to see the lace of her panties if he looked between them.

  Once her blouse was fully open, exposing her pink lace bra, Dom moved in. “You have beautiful tits, Stephanie.” He pulled one cup down, revealing her tightened nipple. Her breath caught as he leaned close enough to suck her areola into his hot, wet mouth. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, her lips parted as her panting deepened. God, was she ever repressed. Every pull from his mouth sent a wildfire of sensation scattering through her body. She needed to be touched, to be fucked. A one-night stand.

  It boggled her mind that two men were willing to share. She still couldn’t get over Tammy’s luck, but it appeared ménage sex was not as uncommon as she thought. It was titillating having two virile males shower her with attention—two sets of hands, two mouths, and two hard cocks.

  “She’s going to be easier to train than I expected,” said Grayson, his words only a distant echo as she savored Dom’s wicked mouth on her breast. He fondled the other one, the lace scraping her nipple.

  Grayson stepped back briefly, reaching under her body and snagging the edge of her panties. He tugged them off and slid them down her legs. She lifted her head to see what he was doing.

  “Relax,” said Dom, trailing sweet kisses up her chest to her neck.

  Grayson spread her thighs wide, her skirt now bunched around her waist. She could feel the cool air against her soaking folds and the stiff material of his pants brushing her sensitive skin.

  She wanted to know what he was doing. He hadn’t touched her, so he must be staring at her most intimate part. She felt self-conscious, wondering if he approved of her pussy. Luckily, she’d taken care of herself in the shower this morning, shaving her legs and trimming the thin strip she kept above her clit. She supposed she had these two cops on the back of her brain, hoping to run into them again.

  But she was distracted when Dom slid his hand under her head, forcing her to look at him. He took her breath away. There was slight stubble on his face, and she could see his dirty-blond brush cut now that his hat had fallen off. “You’re gorgeous,” he said. She watched his lips as he spoke, so thick and perfect. Stephanie wasn’t expecting him to kiss her, but he did. When she’d imagined a casual encounter, kissing was never part of the equation. The sex would be about release with no emotional connection to tempt her.

  Dominic just changed all the rules.

  He used his hand to bring her head up a slight degree, molding his lips to hers. His tongue quickly sought entrance, deepening the kiss. She couldn’t resist. Her entire world spiraled out of control, pulling her into an erotic web she soon became entangled in. Grayson painted a trail along her inner thigh with a finger, making her flinch. Hundreds of butterflies danced in her womb, threatening to break free any moment.

  She needed to cry out when he touched her swollen clit, but Dom’s mouth was aggressive and demanding, kissing her hard. When Grayson’s mouth came down over her pussy, she arched her spine up and took out her frustration on Dom. She kissed him back with equal fervor, reaching around his broad shoulders to hold him close. Her heels dropped to the ceramic floor one at a time. This was actually happening to her. Two men were sharing her willing body. Two hot cops.

  Grayson feasted on her cunt, suckling, licking, and fucking her with his tongue. She was overwhelmed with all the new, delicious sensations wracking her body. She’d had a few boyfriends in her life, but none of them could bring her to orgasm themselves. It was only her battery-operated toy that managed to get her over the edge. But she had barely started with the cops and her body already thrummed, inching closer to that coveted peak.

  One more swipe of his flattened tongue and he pulled away. She felt bereft, needing more when she knew how close she was to orgasm.

  “Gray, don’t stop.”

  Chapter Six

  Nobody called him Gray, not since Naomi. The word impacted him like a punch to the gut, garnering his full attention. Not only did the little siren look like his late wife, they also had so many personal characteristics in common. All the old memories and pain surfaced when she was around. It was a push and pull within him—an intense desire to be near Stephanie and the fear she’d replace the woman he’d once loved.

  “That’s enough for today,” said Grayson. Dom also pulled back from her body, sitting straight.

  She kept her eyes closed and shook her head. “No, that’s not enough.”

  “What is it that you want from us, Ms. Vasquez?”

  “Sex. Guiltless sex.”

  He mulled her words over in his mind. Sex was never guiltless for him. He’d been with countless women since he was twenty-five and lost his wife, but each time made him feel like he was betraying Naomi. He couldn’t emotionally commit to any woman. Didn’t want to. He found domination and control helped him deal with casual encounters. It ensured intimacy stayed out of the picture.

  “You want to be fucked?” he asked. She looked at him now, wide eyed and wanton. “That’s not one of your rights.”

  “What kind of cop are you?”

  “You have the right to suck my dick.”

  She nearly choked on her own spit. He had to hold back a chuckle. “Seriously!”

  Dom kissed her lips. He wondered how that would feel, to kiss Stephanie’s full, cherry-red lips. But he hadn’t kissed a woman in nin
e years. “He’s teasing, sweet thing,” said Dom. “Tell us what you need.”

  “Cock,” she blurted.

  He loved the flush on her cheeks after she spoke. She said what was on her mind but still had the innocence of a schoolgirl. There was something about the beautiful brunette that piqued his interest, and it wasn’t just because of her similarity to Naomi. She enamored him to the point it terrified him.

  “Have you ever had two men, little girl?” Grayson had been ready to bring her to the station before things went too far, but how could he resist when she practically begged? Her pussy was tight and sweet. He could have suckled her plump lips and sensitive little bud all day long.

  She shook her head.

  His cock ached behind his zipper, harder than he’d ever remembered. She made him feel like a man. As a cop, his reasoning was flawed because all he could focus on was Stephanie’s spread thighs and heaving chest. Grayson unbuckled his gun belt and carefully laid it beside her prone body, the metal buckles clattering against the wood. He set his officer’s hat atop it.

  She was a banquet and he didn’t know where to start. He wanted to sample every inch of her body, from the smooth line of her neck down to her pink-painted toes.

  He released his cock. As soon as it was free, he groaned in relief. Grayson pulled her farther down until her pussy was flush with the edge of the table. He rubbed the head of his cock in her overflow of juices, up and down her slit. She was so swollen, so wet, so eager to be fucked. He never imagined he would have the girl he’d fantasized over for months lying beneath him, begging for his cock.

  “Give it to me,” she demanded.

  “I’m not used to taking orders,” he said. She didn’t see the uniform, only him. People were intimidated around him, including women. When not in uniform, his size was still a factor. Stephanie had the nerve to grow bold and now became demanding. It was refreshing.