Lawful Domination [Uniform Fetish 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

He saw qualities of his lost wife in the beauty beside him, but she was her own woman. She carried herself with a confident grace, yet he still saw the vulnerable little girl peek through. He wanted to coddle her just as much as he needed her to love him back. He didn’t feel deserving of affection, not after he felt like a failure for not being able to save his wife.

“Am I your property now, Officer Myers?” He couldn’t tell if she was being playful or serious. Her tone was off, and usually he could judge a person’s intentions well.

“Consider yourself under protective custody, Ms. Vasquez.”

She shook her head. “Please don’t use that name.”

“Why not?”

“It’s my father’s name, and he doesn’t deserve to have his mark on me. I never even knew him.”

“I see.” Grayson dealt with deadbeat fathers every day on the job. They were lowlifes who didn’t see children as a blessing but as a liability. If he’d been blessed with a child, he’d give it everything he never had, including the love stolen from him so many years ago.

“As soon as I save enough I’m getting my name changed legally.” She let out a shuddering breath. “Of course, that dream will likely be on hold even longer now.”

“Did you have contents insurance?”

She shook her head, a sad smile on her lips. “I could barely pay the rent. I have nothing now.”

Stephanie had
him.
Or did she? Could he give enough of himself to make a relationship fair to her? She deserved the best of everything, not a secondhand lover who couldn’t commit to her fully.

“You’ve been through hell this week. Just don’t worry about anything for the next three days. We’ll sort everything out when we get back.”

Dom returned, his posture more at ease. “We’re cleared to head up to the cottage,” he said. “They’re checking in with Steph at the
Heartland Tribute
Monday morning. Apparently, they think she’s visiting relatives this weekend.”

“And where would they get that idea?” He cocked an eyebrow at his friend. So, he was incapable of lying
unless
it involved one hot little number with big brown eyes.

“Don’t know, don’t care. All I want to think about is how big my catch will be.” He started to strip off his uniform, tossing the layers on the end of the bed. “Come on. We’re already way behind schedule.” Dom tapped his watch before rushing out of the room again with an empty duffel bag.

“Ready for an adventure?” he asked.

Her resulting smile was so sweet it caught his breath. “Protective custody,” she reminded. “You best bring your handcuffs with you.”

* * * *

I’m going to kill Grayson.
Dom chanted the sentence in his head as he rummaged through the house, packing last-minute supplies they’d need. When he got to the kitchen, he dumped two bags of ice from the freezer into the cooler. A camping trip wasn’t a camping trip without cold beer. After the first night, nothing would be chilled, so they’d have to enjoy themselves tonight.

Everything was going according to plan except for one minor detail—Stephanie Vasquez. What did Grayson think would happen? Dom already felt himself slipping fast, losing himself to the brunette with the feisty personality. A weekend alone for the three of them was a recipe for disaster. Dom would fall madly in love and make a fool of himself while Grayson remained cold and unaffected as usual. Stephanie was vulnerable because her place just got ransacked. Her mock affection was a result of fear, not love. He refused to base a relationship on such fleeting emotion, regardless of how he felt.

Could he handle a weekend of casual sex while breaking the rules at work? Normally, he wouldn’t think twice about bedding a fast woman or two. Their lovely journalist changed everything. Sex wasn’t just sex anymore, it was making love. He’d actually felt connected to Stephanie last night, a plane deeper than the superficial ones he was used to.

What if Grayson was actually developing real feelings for Stephanie? On one hand, he wouldn’t want to interfere. He loved his friend and wanted nothing more than to see him move on with his life, rather than being trapped in the past by the ghost of his wife. But he also wanted Stephanie for himself. It was time for him to think long term, and what could be better than waking up to the dark-eyed beauty every morning? He had the means to support her and enough love and energy to meet all her needs.

He pounded his fist on the kitchen counter, feeling like an insect caught in a spider’s web. No matter what decision he made, he’d only get tangled deeper.

“You okay?”

Dominic whirled around, finding Stephanie standing in the kitchen. She wore her clothes from last night, her hair slightly tousled. “Where’s Grayson?”

“He’s packing. He said you might have some small T-shirts for me to use.”

“Right. I have a box of extras from our softball league. There may be some shorts, too.” He waved for her to follow him to the basement.

They hadn’t finished the basement yet. There was plenty of space for just the two of them in the house. It was slightly musty and dark as he walked down the rickety wooden stairs to the lower level. He could hear Stephanie following behind him.

The boxes he sought were lined up against the wall. He began to root through the T-shirts, squinting his eyes to try and read the size labels on the necks of the shirts.

“Here. Try this on.” He held out the T-shirt and waited. She looked up at him as if seeking direction.

“Now?”

“Go on,” he said.

She unbuttoned her blouse, one fastening at a time. Then she gently slid it off her shoulders like melting chocolate. She wore no bra. His cock instantly reacted, tenting in his boxer briefs.

Before Stephanie could slip the shirt over her head, he reached out and palmed one of her breasts. How could he resist? She was perfect, her tits sloping out into tempting peaks, her nipples tight, firm buds.

He heard her sudden intake of breath. “I thought we were supposed to be getting ready,” she said. Dominic was only in his boxers. He’d already showered before heading to the break-in call at Stephanie’s apartment, but now he had to get dressed in his weekend wear—cargo shorts and a tank top.

“How am I supposed to survive a weekend with you underfoot?” He trailed his fingertip along her jawline and then traced her full lips. She reached up and grabbed his wrist, bringing his finger into her mouth. As she looked up into his eyes, she fucked his finger with her mouth. The little tease would be the death of him. “That’s not fair,” he murmured.

She released him and dropped down to her knees. The basement was all dark shadows, a triangle of light from the main level providing minimal lighting. When she tugged down the hem of his boxers, his erect cock sprang out. He had to brace the concrete wall with one hand.

“I’m not cruel, Dom. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.” She wrapped her hot, wet mouth around the spongy head of his cock. Stephanie wasn’t shy now. She took his length eagerly, her tongue twirling around the rim of his head each time she’d pull back. Her mouth was wicked, each suck and lick bringing his balls up close to his body as the pressure built and built. He loved the spontaneity of the moment, the fact it was just her and him, and that she’d initiated the act.

“Fuck that feels good, Steph.”

His encouragement spurred her on. She sucked faster, bobbing up and down over his cock in a rhythm that stole his last shred of sanity. He grabbed the hair at the back of her head, securing her to his dick.
Any minute…

Just as he heard a creak at the top of the stairs, he burst into her mouth, jets of hot cum rushing out. She didn’t cringe and pull away but swallowed every drop. It was a good feeling for a man. There was no way he’d let Stephanie go.

“I thought you were in a rush, Weston?”

“Would you say no?” He tucked his semiflaccid cock back into his boxers and pulled Stephanie up to her feet. “I’m good for the drive now,” he teased.

Grayson took slow, calculated steps down into the dank basement. His eyes were menacing, his chin held high. There was no way Stephanie was getting past him.

She didn’t know what came over her. Dominic just looked so damn tempting in just his boxer briefs. The shadows highlighted every hard ridge of muscle along his shoulders, pecs, and abs. As the silence in the basement settled around them, she felt a unique intimacy between them. One that quickly turned into much more.

But she’d been caught in the act by Grayson. He had such a dominant aura that her clit began to throb when he looked at her. He’d partially changed. He still wore his fitted navy uniform pants with the reflective red stripe down the sides, but he no longer had on his shirt and jacket. He had a tight black tank top on which accentuated his broad shoulders and dark features.

She knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck. Being caught was titillating. He’d watched the tail end of the show when she’d swallowed Dom’s cum and finished him off.

“I guess we better get ready, then,” she said. Stephanie attempted to slip by him on the narrow wooden steps, but he blocked her way. “It’s getting late,” she reminded.

He shook his head, slowly. She felt like a young girl being scolded, which only made her hotter. “Protective custody, remember? That means you’re mine for the weekend. My property. Whatever I say goes.”

Her breathing picked up. There wasn’t enough air in the whole city to meet her needs. “I understand,” she said. This was the ultimate turn-on for Stephanie. She craved to be dominated, which was a key part of her uniform fetish. The uniform symbolized power, authority, dominance, and male strength. Her pussy cramped, aching to be fucked. How long would he make her wait? Would he spank her for giving Dom head and not him?

“And you’re supposed to be my partner,” he said to Dominic. “That means sharing everything.” He came closer, forcing her to back up. When her back hit the cold, hard wall, he drew her arms high above her head.

“Gray?”

“No speaking,” he said. He secured her wrists with one hand and lowered his head to take a breast in his mouth. It felt so fucking good, the energy from his mouth scattering through her body like electricity. She felt the blood rush out of her arms as he kept them upstretched, but when she’d wiggle her fingers, he’d tighten his grip. “Keep your arms up,” he said before crouching in front of her. Her arms felt like lead. When she finally dropped them he stood back up.

“I can’t just hold my arms up forever,” she said in defense. He reached behind him and unhooked something from his utility belt. Grayson dangled the silver cuffs from a fingertip.

“We’ll be late for fishing,” she said.

“I don’t need long, baby girl. Regardless, we’re not leaving this basement until you’re filled with my cum.”

“Yes,” she whispered, barely able to speak. She wanted it hard, fast, and dirty.

“Yes,
Officer Myers
,” he corrected.

“Dom, tie her to the waterline.” He tossed his partner the cuffs. She felt surrounded, excited, and confused. What did he plan for her? She already felt exposed with no shirt on, her nipples swollen and sensitive.

Dominic was eager to help his partner. He attached one end of the cuff to her wrist and the other to a heavy metal bracket embedded in the concrete wall. The low position forced her to sit on the hard ground. This wasn’t exactly a magical, romantic place, but it added to the naughtiness with its dungeon-like feel. She was Gray’s prisoner, forced to do his bidding. It wasn’t too difficult from her point of view. Not when he had a killer body and fuck-me eyes.

Gray returned from the darkness, his cock in his hand. He’d rubbed salve on it, now slowing stroking the thick length. “You’re going to remember this moment,” he said. Before she could question him, a beam of light caught her attention. Dom was videotaping them.

“What’s going on, Gray?”

“
Officer Myers
.”

She exhaled, feeling anxious. Stephanie had never videotaped sex. It seemed sleazy and suspicious to her. “Officer Myers, what the hell is going on? What do you plan to do with that tape?”

“It’s just for us, sweetheart. Don’t forget—we’re the law.”

Dom aimed the recorder at her lap just as Gray reached up her skirt and tugged off her panties.

“Nice tits, Steph,” said Dom, looking at her through the recorder.

She had one free hand so she reached out to touch Grayson. His shoulder was so warm, his muscles firm. He shook his head in disapproval. “You have one hand to touch yourself. I’ll be busy with your pussy for a while, so play with your tits. Show Dom how good they feel.”

Stephanie had no desire to be an actress, but she did love to please these two men. Their approval was suddenly the most important thing in her life. She wanted their love and affection, not just their bodies.

Grayson spread her legs so wide she thought they’d snap off. Her skirt rode up to her waist, and the beam of light from the recorder bounced around her pussy. “I’m going to double fuck you again, but not with Dom. He didn’t want to share so now he gets to watch.”

“Then who?”

He held up a chubby black dildo. It was thicker than the nightstick, but more forgiving in texture, slightly wobbling as he held it. “Not who,
what
.”

“For a couple guys who live alone, you two have an awful lot of playthings.”

“Would you rather us be inexperienced?” asked Gray.

She supposed she benefited from their skills, but didn’t like to think she was just another conquest on their road of discovery. Stephanie wanted to be their last stop, the woman to make them honest.

The slippery phallus was pressed against her anus. She wasn’t expecting it. Her pussy was pulsing, desperate to be filled. “That thing’s too big to go in there,” she said.

“It’s made from a mold of my cock. We both had one done.” Gray wedged the thick silicone into her tiny asshole. She was leaning back against the concrete wall on an angle, her legs forced wide open. Dom filmed every move.