Lawful Domination [Uniform Fetish 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

She smiled at Grayson and then rested her head against his shoulder. The simple offer meant a lot to Stephanie. If he cared nothing for her, he wouldn’t have considered her feelings. Or maybe his libido hadn’t been fully sated. Regardless, she’d get to live the fantasy at least one more night.

“If we bring her home, we’ll end up fucking her half the night,” said Dom. “We’ll be tired as all hell for the long drive north.”

“Fine. She’ll stay in my room,” said Grayson in challenge.

Dom scoffed. “If she stays with you, she’ll be bound and gagged for sure. I don’t think our little Barbie doll is up for your kind of loving.”

Stephanie’s interest was definitely piqued. These men were kinky and hardcore, exactly what she needed during her sexual peak.

“Then we’ll share her. Turn the truck around.”

She couldn’t help but wonder if Dom was teasing or serious when he spoke about Gray’s unusual sexual appetite. She’d never done anything beyond the typical vanilla sex. Her encounter on the conference table was far beyond anything she’d ever experienced or dreamed of. She liked to talk the talk, ogle cute guys, and share her explicit fantasies with her close friends. But in reality, her life was boring and lackluster. After her horrible breakups, she didn’t have the courage to grab hold of what she wanted.

As they drove down the unfamiliar streets toward their home, she realized it was their professional status that inspired her trust. If these two men weren’t police officers, she’d never have agreed to spend the night with them in a strange, new place. But even when they’d cornered her in the alley with their street clothes on, she felt no different. For some reason, she’d bonded with them. Her mother lived in her hometown nearly two hours north. Her best friend was busy with her new relationship. She’d never felt so alone…but now she had Dominic and Grayson. But for how long? It would be self-destructive of her to believe their intentions were honorable. They were men, gorgeous men, probably used to getting their own way with women. Yet, always a hopeless romantic, that small flicker of hope burned inside her.

“Here we are. Home sweet home,” said Dom. He pulled into a long driveway and put the truck into park. The house wasn’t what she expected. All she’d ever known were apartments. Being raised by a single mother and then struggling on her own, a house was a dream she never contemplated. The house in front of her was a place to really call home—a dark brown bungalow with big bay windows and mature oak trees out front.

“What do you think?” asked Gray.

“It’s…beautiful.”

“Well, I don’t know about that.” Gray chuckled and helped her out of the truck. The asphalt driveway was freshly sealed, confirming they were stable men who didn’t plan to uproot anytime soon. The fact made them more appealing in her eyes.

There was a long wooden porch, which was private and shaded, and a couple Adirondack chairs at one end with some empties on the railing. Everything made her feel at ease. When the door was opened for her, she didn’t find the bachelor’s paradise she envisioned. She expected black leather sofas, electronics galore, and modern art. But she found the furnishing to be almost rustic. The sofas were a dark fabric and the there were some stunning wooden pieces, possibly antiques. These were men, not boys, and she wanted them.

She slipped off her heels and wandered in. The hardwood was cool against her bare feet and she found herself tiptoeing, not wanting to disturb anything. She wasn’t just exploring their home, but getting inside the men as well. Everything was a reflection of who they were, and she needed to know as much as possible.

“Who’s that?” she asked, pointing at a picture of a man and two boys holding their rods and catches.

“That’s me with my dad and brother. It was a long time ago,” said Dom. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing his face close to her neck. She smiled and hugged his forearms.

“You’re the blond one, aren’t you?” His hair had darkened several shades since his teens, but she recognized his facial features.

“Yep. Skinny as a rail.”

She turned in his arms, resting a palm on each developed bicep. “You’re every bit a man now,” she said, looking him in the eyes.

He leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. It took her off guard and she nearly lost her footing. Each kiss from Dom was so filled with passion that it was hard to stay disinterested. Grayson may not be raring to go yet, but Dom had never truly participated when they’d had sex back at her office. He must still be pent up and horny. The urgency of his kiss and solid length of cock in his pants were proof enough.

“Let me show you how much,” he murmured against her neck. He nuzzled the erogenous zone behind her ear, his hands cupping her ass.

The more he touched, the more frenzied he became. He walked her back into the wall, the photos rattling as he slammed his hard body against her softness. Dom was all man, hard and virile, and he wanted her. There was no way she’d resist him. Although she had asked to spend the night with them for basic comfort and security, she had known sex was a strong possibility and added bonus.

“We should get her washed up,” said Grayson. She’d forgotten about him, so enamored by Dom’s advance. “It’s getting late.”

The men shared a private look, and then Dom nodded, leading her to the other end of the bungalow. “Where’re we going?”

“The station is a cesspool. After spending more than a minute in there, trust me, you want to take a shower.”

“But I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

He bent over and scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed ten pounds. She felt so feminine in his arms, so protected. He set her on the marble countertop in the large bathroom. Grayson followed them in. He was already in a partial state of undress. His shirt was unbuttoned and untucked, a skin-tight tank top hugging his defined pecs.

Grayson started the water in the shower and then slid the door closed. It didn’t take long for the humidity in the room to increase, heat and vapor swirling around her. From her perch on the vanity, she watched both men strip their clothes off. First came the jackets and shirts. Their upper bodies were muscled to perfection, not an ounce of fat on either of them.

Since they were both in uniform, they had to release their utility belts before their pants came down. Everything came down in a clattering heap on the dark blue ceramic flooring. Every inch of the men was addicting. Dom rubbed his palm over his black boxer briefs as his eyes roamed over her clothed body. His thighs were powerful with a slight sprinkling of hair. But that cock was a monster, nearly lifting the elastic waistband away from his body. She wanted to touch him, to test if her fingers could even wrap around his girth.

Grayson wasn’t shy at all, and he had no reason to be with a sculpted body like his. She imagined they spent hours using the gym equipment in their living room to get so buff. Stephanie appreciated their hard work. She wanted to sample every muscle from their shoulders and chests to their washboard abs and eager cocks.

Grayson stepped closer to her, completely naked now. His dark eyes captured her attention, so focused and alluring. “Have you ever been washed by a man?” he asked, stroking her hair. She wanted to look down and view the full length of his body only inches from her but maintained eye contact.

She shook her head. “But I’m very dirty.
I think
I’ll need a thorough washing.” She bit the inside of her cheeks after she spoke. They vanquished all her inhibitions with just a look, a touch. She barely recognized herself in their company.

Gray smiled, a slight tug of the lips. “First things first. All your clothes need to come off.”

“But Dominic still has his boxers on.”

“Then take them off me,” he dared. The man could have graced the cover of any fitness magazine or underwear ad and done it justice. Now he was inviting her to take off the last his clothes? She wasn’t going to pass up any more opportunities.

Stephanie slipped off the counter and then knelt down in front of Dom. She knew what was coming, what she was going to do. Just a little tease.

She eased his boxers down and his thick cock sprang out, nearly slapping her in the face. She gripped the base and brought the length close to her lips. Dom watched her with anticipation, tensing his features. She kissed the broad head. Once.

“Take it, baby. Take it all for me.”

“I thought we were showering first?”

He narrowed his gaze, running his tongue over his teeth. But he wasn’t the only one holding back.

Grayson was used to controlling women, making them beg and squirm until he gave them permission to come. It was the only way he could have sex and not become emotionally involved. But there was a sweet innocence to Stephanie that softened him around the edges. Was it her age, the fact she looked like the woman he once loved, or was there just a unique chemical attraction between them? He wasn’t one to believe in things such as love at first sight, but Stephanie did unspeakable things to him. He didn’t know whether he was coming or going. She forced him to reevaluate his stance on life and the fact he was a prisoner of the past.

He didn’t just want to fuck Stephanie—he also wanted to coddle her, to keep her under his wing. As soon as she’d mentioned not wanting to go home, he knew the only place she’d be staying tonight was their place. He’d never even brought a date to their house before. This was their private retreat from the world, and they had to be careful not to mix their work with their personal life. It was a careful balancing act that he just threw out the window for a set of big brown eyes.

“She’s playing dirty,” said Dom.

“Get her in the shower. We’ll teach her some manners.”

His partner was showing immeasurable restraint. The little vixen had licked Dom’s cock, just enough to make his desperate. Then she pulled away. He’d never had the chance to enjoy her body properly and had probably been sporting blue balls since this morning.

Grayson would give her a taste of her own medicine, and nobody could beat him at his own game. Dom lifted her under the arms and set her inside the large shower stall.

“My clothes!” she squealed. The water rained down over her, soaking her hair and body, clothing and all.

“You should have thought about that before teasing me,” said Dom. He trapped her in the stall with an arm braced on either side of her head. She looked so innocent and vulnerable, her mascara running down her cheeks. “It’s not smart to taunt a grown man, Steph.”

“I’m all wet,” she whispered, her initial anger dying down.

Grayson stepped in and closed the frosted door behind him. The air was humid and sex laden. He’d have to hold back with her. She wasn’t like the women he usually dated, ones he knew he’d never connect with on a deeper level.

“Arms up,” said Dom.

She shook her head. Her defiance made Grayson’s cock rock hard.

“No?”

“You’re cops, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be able to get people to do what you want? You’re not very good at your job, Officer Weston.” She licked her moist lips, tempting them with every move, every word.

“You want to play, do you? I can play.” Dom secured her wrists, bringing them high above her head. He held them in place with one hand and used the other to roughly tug up her skirt. She grunted as he jostled her but never complained.

“She likes it rough,” said Grayson. He sidled up next to Dom and reached down between her legs. When he ran his knuckles over her pussy lips, she gasped, her mouth parting as she stared into his eyes. They maintained eye contact as Dom continued to secure her. He yanked her panties to the side and impaled two fingers into her hot, wet cunt.

“Oh God,” she murmured. He finger fucked her as they trapped her against the cool ceramic-tiled wall.

Dom undressed her upper body, slipping her arms out of her shirt and tossing the soaking material to the far end of the shower. He descended on her tit while holding her arms. She was struggling now, writhing with desire, but he held her securely. The little thing was greedy, trying to drop her weight to take more of his fingers.

“Read me my rights,” she muttered, eyes still focused on his but now half-mast.

Fuck. Me.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do
will
be used against you.”

“Yes…”

Dom sucked her tit harder, eliciting a throaty cry from Stephanie. Grayson brushed his slick hair back to keep the water out of his eyes. She leaned her head closer to him, her red lips swollen. She wanted a kiss, something he wasn’t capable of sharing.

“Time to wash this dirty girl,” he said, trying to change up the mood. For a fraction of a second, he swore he saw disappointment in her eyes.

Dom sat on the ledge cedar shower bench, pulling her over his lap. She kicked and wriggled, but he only responded by slapping her ass. The heavy, wet sound aroused Grayson. He’d have his turn to dole out some punishment soon enough.

“Hold her steady.” Grayson lathered up a small washcloth with soap and then proceeded to smooth it down the shapely line of her backbone. He tugged her skirt and panties down her legs and discarded them, leaving her completely nude.

Her ass was lush, curved to perfection. Dom’s handprint was branded over her left cheek, a flattering pink.

He crouched down and washed the globes of her ass. When he dipped the cloth between her legs, she bucked over Dom’s lap, earning her another spank.

Her dark little rosette was tight and beautiful. He craved to own her, dominate every aspect of this one woman. It was part of his makeup, who he was. His career in law enforcement required he carry himself with an air of authority. It branched out into all facets of his life.

The water drenched all three of them, the warm fluid sluicing down Stephanie’s bare flesh in rivulets. Her long, dark hair has heavy, pulling her head over Dom’s lap. He soaped up his finger and drew a pattern over her asshole. She tried to wiggle away from his forbidden touch, but he wouldn’t have it. He pressed a firm palm to her lower back, and Dom ensured her arms were tucked tightly in front of her.