by B J Wane
“Yes, you, even though I know you don’t see yourself that way. There’s no way you could be a head trauma nurse in one of this city’s largest hospitals and not be strong.”
“Maybe I just have to be a cold hearted bitch.”
“I’m sure there are plenty that are, but you’re not one of them. That’s where your strength comes in. I’ve seen your empathy with Melanie, and I don’t believe it’s just because she’s your friend. I think it’s your compassion and caring that make you so good at what you do, and your strength that enables you to remain true to yourself.”
Suspicion had her frowning up at him, wondering how a few sexual encounters made him think he knew her so well. “You deduced all this about me just from the few times we’ve…”
“You’ve turned yourself over to me? No, I, we, learned quite a bit about you from the background check we did on you.”
Her first reaction was outrage; but, at Sam’s warning look, she subsided and then realized it would only make sense that they check her out before considering her offer of help, especially since she wasn’t a cop. “I suppose you had to do that, but I don’t have to like it,” she finally muttered reluctantly.
“I’m sure it’s not going to be the only thing we’re going to do that you won’t like in the next few weeks.” Sam smiled at her pouty look, a look that had his cock stirring. Setting his drink on the table, he turned to the black bag Ella had noticed earlier when he had retrieved the plug that was still snuggled in her rectum. “For instance,” he said as he pulled a few things from the bag that she couldn’t see, “I know you lost your parents while in college, were practically adopted by Melanie’s family, graduated with honors, got a masters in trauma nursing while working full time as a floor nurse. Within a year, you got your transfer to the emergency room; and, three years after that, you were promoted to head trauma nurse.”
Ella was only half listening to him. The view of his strong, muscled back and tight buttocks had taken most of her attention. It was only as he turned back around, saying, “And all before you were thirty,” that she noticed the items in his hand.
Taking the now empty glass from her hand, he set it down and picked up her right wrist. “So,” he said as he slipped the soft cuff around her wrist, “no, I don’t find doormats desirable. I do, however, find a woman who is not only willing but needing to give up that strong independence whenever she’s with me desirable.” He attached the second cuff to her other wrist. “How does that feel?”
“Fine,” she replied, liking the feel of the leather against her skin, liking even more the significance of the cuff with the small silver clasps made for attaching them.
“Good. Turn down the bed and lay in the middle.”
Ella took no notice of her easy compliance, but Sam did. She was a natural, he thought with a strong surge of lust as he watched her bend over the bed to pull down the covers, giving him a clear view of her plugged ass and damp folds. Damn, was the woman constantly wet? After she lay down as instructed, Sam knelt astride her, pulled her arms above her head and snapped her wrists together on one of the wrought iron bars before looking down at her. His stiff cock and balls hung right over her mouth, and she was eyeing him like he was her favorite dessert and she was dying to eat him up.
Grabbing hold of the bars, he widened his knees and lowered himself, watching as her tongue swept over his testicles before she eagerly opened her mouth and sucked first one large sac and then the other. “God, woman, am I dreaming, or do you really like to suck cock this much?” he managed to say before groaning in sheer, unadulterated bliss as she laved and sucked his balls repeatedly.
Ella couldn’t resist. The sight of his thick, hard cock in her face, the large sacs just begging to be sucked was too much for her. She actually ached to have him in her mouth again, to taste his come coating her mouth and throat. Reluctantly releasing his testicle, she admitted, “I really love sucking you, Sam. Please, please fuck my mouth. I need to taste you.”
No man alive could resist that plea. Sam shifted then lowered his cock between her lips. She wasted no time sucking hard, her head straining to take all of him, bobbing up and down as he thrust fast and hard, taking her roughly. He would’ve tried to temper his thrusts if she had shown any indication she was uncomfortable. On the contrary, she moaned around his shaft, her mouth slurping loudly as she pulled and released him in a rhythm meant to drive him insane. His balls slapped her chin as he gave in to the inevitable and shot his wad down her throat.
He was still semi-hard when he pulled out of her mouth and replaced his dick with his mouth. He tasted himself on her tongue as she kissed him back just as hungrily. All of a sudden, he couldn’t get enough of her. Shoving both large pillows behind her shoulders, he propped her torso up, leaving her arms bound tautly over her head. His hands then his mouth went to her breasts, kneading, licking, biting, and sucking just as voraciously as she had his cock.
She cried out as he bit her nipple, the sound was music to his ears, the way she pushed her breasts towards him, seeking more, told him all he needed to know. Moving one hand down her smooth belly, he ordered, “Spread your legs.”
She quickly complied, bending her knees and spreading them wide. He encountered smooth, wet flesh that was just too much temptation. He slapped her pussy hard, eliciting a shriek from her. His mouth never let up from his torment of her nipples, as he slapped her pussy again before rubbing the abused flesh softly. His fingers took inventory of her folds before sinking deep inside her slick walls. His thumb rubbed against her engorged clit once, twice, before he smacked her again and then repeated his soothing ministrations.
Ella’s head thrashed back and forth as she strained against her bonds, not really wanting to be free. Being propped up, she could watch Sam as he tormented her sensitive nipples and aching cunt. She couldn’t stop herself from spreading her legs wider, lifting her hips for each smack and gasping as he brought her to the edge of climax over and over. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he moved on top of her, his body hard, his breathing ragged as he grasped her under her knees and spread her even wider.
“Watch me,” he instructed hoarsely.
Ella’s gaze went to where he was poised to enter her, his cock red and straining, her vagina spread wide, seeping copiously. Pushing her knees to her shoulders, he thrust inside her in one smooth stroke. She started to close her eyes at the sheer pleasure of having him finally fill her, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“No. Watch while I fuck you. See how you suck me in, look at how wet my cock is when I come back out. Feel how tight you are with both your holes filled.”
She did feel tight, crammed full, and it felt wonderful. His demands thrilled her, the feel of his cock pummeling her depths excited her, seeing how wet he was from her juices astounded her. Their mating was crude, the slurping noises of their joined bodies combined with the slapping of their damp skin echoed in the room along with their harsh breathing. As their climaxes burst upon them, their groans couldn’t be held back.
Ella’s arms and legs ached, her body was covered in sweat, her nipples and pussy pulsed sorely; and, yet, she couldn’t remember ever feeling so complete after a sexual encounter. Nor so tired.
Sam smiled down at her as her eyes started to droop. “I’m with you, Blondie. A nap would do us both good.” Lowering her legs, then her arms, he lay down and pulled her next to him, not at all surprised when she drifted off to sleep immediately.
Ella woke just as Sam attached her cuffed ankle to the bedpost. She was face down, her arms already spread and secured above her. Spreading her other leg, he clipped that ankle to the other post, leaving her completely bound spread eagle. “Sam?” She couldn’t keep the tremor out of her voice as he removed both pillows.
“Lift up,” he ordered, ignoring her unspoken question.
Ella raised her hips as best she could, and Sam stuffed both pillows under her, leaving her ass elevated and on display. She shivered in both vulnerable excit
ement and dread of the unknown.
“Remember when I said your spanking was only a warm up for your real punishment?” At her nod he grasped the butt plug and pulled it slowly from her puckered hole as he said, “Now’s the time.”
Ella couldn’t prevent the small whimper of loss as he removed the plug. She had gotten used to it being there and already missed that feeling of possession that she seemed to constantly crave. The sight of the flogger he pulled from his bag quickly drew her attention.
“Don’t worry,” Sam said with a smile as he ran the leather strips lightly across her quivering buttocks. “You’ll get plenty of anal play before we’re done with you. I don’t want anything getting in the way of the strips.”
“What do you mean?” Ella liked the feel of the soft leather as he continued to caress her with it.
“Why don’t I demonstrate?”
Ella watched as he raised his arm and brought the flogger down, unable to hold back a startled shriek at the fiery pain he ignited. The second stroke landed lower, the strands stinging between her spread cheeks. The third grazed her pussy as well as the under curve of her buttocks. She bit her lip and whimpered as he continued to demonstrate how the long strands fell between her cheeks and folds, nipping at her tender areas as well as leaving hot streaks of pain across her fleshy buttocks. Thankfully, he aimed the majority of strokes there, for she didn’t think she could take too many on her anus and pussy.
“That’s it, Blondie. Lift that ass for me. Show me how much you love the kiss of leather.”
She did love it, so much she hadn’t even realized she was lifting for each stroke, silently begging for more of his torment. The humiliation of her position, the painful heat, and his approving voice all stimulated her to a fevered pitch. Tears ran unchecked as she sniveled into the sheet, her hands clenching as he continued to whip her into an orgasmic frenzy.
Sam wasn’t surprised when she came; he could tell by the eager rise of her hips and the way she ground herself against the pillows that she was close. Tossing the flogger, he knelt between her spread thighs and thrust into her still clenching cunt, absorbing the final tremors of her orgasm. He hadn’t intended to fuck her again, but the sight of those tears was too much. He could feel the heat of her red ass against him as he rammed into her over and over. Straightening his arms, he watched his cock take her again, watched as she lifted that fiery red ass to meet his thrusts. Within moments, she was coming again, sucking the life right out of him as he erupted.
Ella didn’t know how long she lay there panting, her sated body tired and sore, blessedly so. She felt Sam leave the bed and then heard the water running in the bathroom. Moments later, he surprised her by lifting her into his arms after untying her. Without a word, he carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into a steaming bath filled with soothing, fragrant bubbles.
“Lean your head back and relax,” he instructed as he picked up a washcloth.
“I can bathe myself,” she protested as he ran the cloth over her chest and down her abdomen.
“I’m well aware of what you can and can’t do, Ella. Remember the number one rule of going into this. It’s our way, with everything, every time.”
She frowned at him, not wanting to admit that his soft ministrations felt good. “I thought you meant when it came to sex.”
Sam smiled at her mulish expression and accusatory tone. “You thought wrong. Spread your legs.”
Giving in, she did as instructed and let him ease her soreness with his tender ministrations.
***
“It’s been almost two weeks,” Mac said as both he and Sam contemplated their next move. “Melanie was found two weeks ago and still no leads.”
Both men looked at the pictures of the victims on their murder board. There was a profile of each one; but, thus far, none of the women had anything in common other than having been found in some remote place after being a patron of The Loft. The public only knew that the women were frequent members of Legends; they didn’t know that the women weren’t taken, raped, and murdered until they were initiated into the private bdsm club upstairs. All except Melanie.
“And we’re still not sure Melanie’s abduction wasn’t a copy cat. She wasn’t raped, wasn’t killed, and hadn’t been invited upstairs. The only connection she has with the others is the drug and Legends,” Sam replied. “The girlfriend, Mandy, wasn’t much help. She’s admitted they fought that day, and she refused to accompany her. She was there when Melanie arrived home safely; they fought again and she left. She’s feeling pretty guilty about that.”
“Yeah, but until we have something else either way, it’s all we’ve got. If she ever wakes up, we could have a witness.”
“If not, and she is a victim of a copycat, then we have even less time before he strikes again.”
***
Mac and Sam had met at the precinct to decide how to spend the weekend. They were members of The Loft long before this case landed in their laps. Like most of the patrons of the elite club, they had kept their last names and their jobs to themselves, neither of which was a requirement for membership. Since membership was steep, the clientele leaned towards those with high profile jobs, and anonymity was crucial for both their sakes and the club’s. Only their captain knew they were regulars, the rest of the task force believed they had gone in undercover, and Mac and Sam got ribbed a lot about getting the fun part of the investigation.
“Which means we need to make a decision about Ella and soon,” Mac said. “Did she hold up last night?”
“Fuck, Mac, she damn near sucked by balls off. She took everything I dished out not only without complaint, but she reveled in it.” Sam smiled, remembering the eager way she sucked him, not once, but twice.
“Get that look off your face,” Mac snapped. “Some of us were left at home with nothing but our imagination.”
“Calm down, Partner. I opened the way for you and let her know you’d be calling her for a get together.” Sam then relayed every moment of his time with Ella so Mac would know what she had experienced and what she needed to.
Mac whistled softly. They were sitting at their desks, but the rest of the staff had already cleared out, so no one was close enough to hear them. “You really put her through her paces. I’d better wait a day or two. If I don’t, the woman will be so raw, she’ll be no good to us if we ever do manage to get her up to The Loft.”
Sam chuckled knowingly, recalling Ella’s eager responses. “Somehow, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” Standing, he grabbed his sports coat. “Come on, let’s hit the club, keep an eye out, and you can give our girl a call tomorrow.”
Chapter Seven
Ella returned home Saturday morning exhausted. Friday nights in the emergency room were always busy and stressful. Visiting Melanie afterward and seeing there was no change just dampened her mood. She was grateful for Mandy’s vigilant upbeat attitude. It helped keep her own hopes from diminishing. Turning on the shower, she undressed and stepped under the hot spray, the heat soothing her tired muscles.
As she washed, running her soapy palms over her sensitive breasts, her thoughts strayed to Sam and their evening together. Her first experience with a truly dominating man had been everything she could have hoped for and left her wanting more. She had been so thankful that her daydreams and fantasies of submitting to her baser desires had been everything she had thought they would be.
Grabbing a washcloth, she ran it between her legs, recalling the tender way Sam had bathed her after he had used her so roughly. She loved the contrast between the rough and demanding Dom and the tender, caring lover. He had seen to all her needs throughout the night, and even though she had left that hotel room with a sore ass and a well fucked pussy, she had also left feeling cherished and well cared for. She remembered how he had followed her to her car, the same as he had after their encounter in the alley, and how he had asked if she was all right to drive home, offering to accompany her if she wished. She hadn’t, needing the time alo
ne, but had appreciated the gesture. Whether true or not, it made her feel like she was more than a means to an end with their investigation.
Ella’s thoughts were interrupted by the jarring of the phone. Dropping the cloth from between her legs, she reached around the shower curtain and grabbed the portable phone off the counter. “Hello.”
“Ella, it’s Mac.”
“Mac, hi,” she answered breathlessly, the sound of his slow, deep voice making her nipples pucker. “Can I call you right back? I’m in the shower.”
“Perfect. Since you’re naked, now would be a good time to see if you obey me as well as you did Sam.”
It didn’t surprise her that Sam had shared the details of their night together with Mac. That Mac knew everything she had done excited her and made her want to prove to him she could please him just as well. “What do you want me to do?”
If he was surprised by her casual acceptance, it didn’t show as he replied, “Do you have a seat and a hand held shower head?”
“It’s a bathtub shower, but it does have a hand held shower head.”
“With different settings?”
Ella had purchased the shower head for that specific reason. The spray could be adjusted from soft and smooth to hard and pulsing and anywhere in between. “Yes, several,” she answered, instinctively knowing where this was heading.
“Perfect. Sit on the side of the tub and spread your legs wide. Keep the phone at your ear while you make yourself come with the showerhead. I want to hear everything, Ella.”
“Yes, Sir.” His tone brooked no argument, and his quick, abrupt attitude left room for no doubts as Ella did as instructed. Perched on the rim of the bathtub, she leaned against the tiled wall and spread her knees.
She moaned as the soft, warm spray covered her spread pussy, seeping between her folds delicately. “Tell me about it,” Mac demanded in her ear as she turned the nozzle slightly, giving herself a harder pulse.