Dominance and Deception (11 page)

"Yeah,” I said finally. “Call him."

Faye shrieked, throwing her arms around me, and I grinned into her hair as she almost squeezed the air from my lungs. “I love you, Sir!"

She released me, and I handed her my cell phone. She dialled immediately, perching on the edge of the workbench in the corner and swinging one leg as she waited for an answer.

"Tommy! What'cha doing?” She watched me watching her as she listened to the response. “Cancel it. Trust me—I have a more fun way for you to spend your night. If you come over here, Zach and I will make it worth your while..."

She cocked her head closer to mine, and I could just about hear Santoro's baffled response come from the phone. “You and Zach? As in,
you and Pierce
, you and Zach?"

"Yup."

"Okay—one, when the hell did that happen? And two, why does this sound like you're offering me a place in a threesome?"

Faye grinned. “A while ago. And because we are."

We waited as Santoro fell silent. I could practically hear the wheels in his head turning as he considered his next words—could almost see the fear and desire in his eyes. The next few moments were critical, and I laid a hand on Faye's shoulder in warning. She nodded up at me, a touch of anxiety on her face.

Finally, Santoro spoke. “Ummm...Faye? I don't swing that way. And even if I did, I'm pretty sure
Pierce
doesn't—"

"C'mon, Santoro. This is me you're talking to,” Faye said quietly. “I want this. Zach wants this. And I'm pretty sure you want it, too."

I took stock of the junk I still had to clear out as silence descended again. Faye fidgeted. Then Santoro sighed. “He wants what? To watch me fuck you? For me to watch
him
fuck you?"

Rolling my eyes, I took the cell from her hand. “Amongst other things, Santoro."

"Boss?” His voice was alarmed, and I sighed inwardly

Should have got him over here before spooking him.

"Come over to my place. My girl and I wanna make you an offer.” Without bothering to negotiate further, I hung up.

Faye bit her lip. “Think he'll come?"

My mind already beginning to map out possible scenes, I kissed her forehead reassuringly. “He'll come."

While we waited for Santoro's arrival, I calmed Faye's nerves, pressing her up against the wall and kissing her until she was pliant and relaxed in my arms. By the time we heard the knock at the front door, we were both more than ready to welcome him into our bed.

I cocked my head at Faye, and she dashed for the basement steps with a grin. I watched her go—loose, tangled hair falling around her shoulders, clothing in disarray and lips swollen from my kisses. Santoro would know immediately what she'd been doing for the past twenty minutes, which had been my intention.

As she greeted Santoro and invited him in, I followed her slowly, giving him time to take her in, to realise how much he wanted her. As I ascended the stairs, their conversation became clearer.

"Glad you could make it.” Faye's voice was slightly coquettish—not overplaying it, just enough to be noticeably different from the way she acted at work.

Santoro was cautious—something I sympathised with. He was reluctant to give up his only safety net—the suggestion he'd misunderstood the meaning behind Faye's call and was shocked by the idea we might think him interested in a threesome involving only one woman.

"Faye...have you gone crazy all of a sudden?"

She laughed softly. “No more than usual."

I reached the top of the steps soundlessly, in time to watch Faye pull his jacket from his shoulders. He relinquished it without a fight, his eyes hungrily tracking her movements, belying his nervous chuckle. It was enough to send a brief spark of territorial irritation through me, though I knew how irrational that was. I wasn't used to sharing her, but this had been my decision. And if things went the way I hoped, she'd be sharing me, too.

Santoro didn't notice my arrival—Faye was standing too close, looking at him too intently, for him to be aware of anything else. I leaned against the kitchen doorframe, waiting for the right time to step in.

"So this is...what? Some kind of alcohol-fuelled character assessment Pierce thought up?” He fidgeted a little, still clinging tight to his feigned ignorance.

In response, Faye slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her hips against his, and kissed him gently. In typical Santoro fashion, he held out for only a fraction of a second before he reciprocated.

Never could keep his mind on a puzzle with a pretty girl within fifty feet.

Watching him crush her against him, deepening the kiss as his hands began to wander, I fought the temptation to grab Faye by the hips and pull her out of his arms, back against me. That'd only scare him more—he might have wanted Faye, but the idea of sleeping with his male boss was still gonna give him some trouble. Instead, I waited them out, and within a couple of minutes Faye extricated herself from his embrace, stepping back three paces and turning to look expectantly at me.

I gave her a faint smile, tugging her against my side before turning my attention to Santoro. His libido was blurring the edges of his wariness, but he still reminded me of a rabbit caught in headlights.

"Boss—” he began, then faltered, speechless.

"Santoro.” I looked him up and down, not bothering to hide my intentions. From his Faye-tousled hair to his half-open shirt to his obvious arousal, he was the missing piece of our puzzle, and I was pleased with what I saw.

He flushed a little, obviously uncomfortable with the blatant way I was checking him out, and snapped, “Pierce, what the hell is going on?"

I shrugged. “No catches. You want a place in our bed tonight, you got it."

Santoro nervously licked his lips, looking from Faye to me and back again. He opened his mouth, then closed it again as he bit down on what he'd been about to say. He wouldn't dare to take the plunge without a little help, and I tilted up Faye's chin to give her a brief, hard kiss before sending her back to him.

She stepped into Santoro's arms and attempted to recapture his lips, sighing as he gently dissuaded her, made cautious by my presence.

"Faye—"

"Don't you want me, Santoro?” she asked plaintively, and I stifled a smile at the way she was handling the situation.

He groaned, his eyes flitting to mine. “You know I do, but how can I—?"

The words were cut off by Faye's insistent lips, and with a soft sigh of surrender he returned the kiss.

One of my girl's hands dropped from his hip, reaching behind her for me. Guessing her intent and only half-convinced it'd work, I stepped up beside her, putting my arm around her waist. Santoro felt it and broke off, but he was too intoxicated to step back, even though there were only inches separating the three of us.

Faye turned her face to mine without disentangling her arm from around Santoro's neck. I kissed her, slowly and deeply this time, putting on a show for our boy that Faye was only too happy to participate in. After a few seconds she turned her head again, resuming her kiss with Santoro while her free hand rested on the back of my neck.

So gradually that he barely noticed it, she coaxed his head further towards mine, and I laid kisses across her cheek, then over his. His eyes flew open, but from the way his breath caught, he couldn't deny himself what he wanted.

Faye pulled back, and I moved in to claim Santoro's lips. His eyes stared into mine, filled with conflicting emotions—doubt and hope, desire and fear, relief and confusion. His body was motionless to begin with, but then he slid his fingers through my hair, the touch rougher and more masculine than my girl's.

He responded to me, hesitantly at first, but then with more confidence. Dimly, I felt Faye step out of the way, but my senses were concentrated on our new playmate, the toned planes of his body and the way his erection pressed against my upper thigh, so close to my own.

I was the one to break the kiss, leaving him to crave more while I nodded at Faye. “Good."

Glowing with the praise, her eyes gleaming with lust, she nodded back. “Thank you, Sir."

Santoro watched the exchange with an investigator's eye. He wasn't a hundred per cent certain, but he suspected the truth, and I knew the idea of submitting to us intrigued him.

From the hungry way he was eyeing Faye right then, though, another possibility wasn't entirely out of the question. Though part of me jealously protested against her taking someone else's orders, Santoro seemed far too skittish to submit tonight, and in any case, he'd feel more at ease with her.

"When was the last time you let someone give you head, Santoro?"

His shoulder tensed under my hand, and I backed off, catching Faye's eye and cocking my head toward the stairs. She nodded and took Santoro's hand, guiding him along.

"C'mon. Let's get a little more comfortable."

He took a breath to voice a protest, then apparently realised he didn't want to and followed her without a fight, casting a half-wary, half-longing glance back at me.

Suppressing a smile, I headed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and three glasses, then waited a couple of minutes before ascending the stairs to find them.

Faye could be unbelievably intuitive sometimes. She'd seated Santoro on the bed and stripped off his shirt, and now she was alternately murmuring to him and trailing kisses over his chest. She heard me coming and began to rise from her spot between his knees, but settled back down, crossing her wrists behind her back, when I shook my head.

Whatever she'd said to Santoro, it seemed to have worked. He was leaning his weight back on his hands a little, and the hunted look on his face had faded, replaced by tentative intrigue.

I trailed my finger over Faye's collarbone, letting her know I was pleased, before repeating my question to Santoro. “When was the last time someone gave you head?"

While I set down the water and glasses by the bed, he glanced at Faye, then said, “Last weekend. In a quiet corner of a club. It was a guy I know."

"You return the favour, senior detective?"

His eyes widened at the title. It hadn't been hard to figure out from his obvious preening that he loved reminders he was my second-in-command, and I'd never addressed him as ‘senior detective’ before.

"No."

I kept my tone neutral, allowing myself the barest of smiles. “What position were you in?"

"Sitting.” He hesitated before elaborating, “He was under the table."

A mental picture began to form, and I nodded appreciatively. “You force him to get down there? Grab him by the hair? Order him to suck you harder?"

Santoro coloured slightly, the way he did when I caught him doing something he shouldn't. “A—a little. Sir."

Ahh, now I'm ‘Sir'.

The boy always had learnt fast, and there was so much I wanted to do with him... For now, though, I stuck to my original plan. “Hmm. More of a switch in you than I thought. And it just so happens I own a girl who loves giving head...if you're interested."

Santoro shifted his weight slightly, a reaction to the growing tightness of his pants, no doubt. Before him, Faye bit her lip, seemingly torn between mild embarrassment at my words and anticipation of what was to come.

Santoro's voice held an edge of hunger as he left his inhibitions behind, looking from me to Faye. “Oh, I'm interested..."

Laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder, I leaned in and tilted up Faye's chin with a finger. “Little tease...you okay with letting my senior detective take the reins for a while?"

With a quick nod and a grateful smile, she replied, “Thank you, Sir..."

I leaned against the wall beside the bed, reminding Santoro, “Nothing more than a blow job, senior detective. Anything more than that, and you need my permission."

"Thank you, Sir,” he echoed Faye, all his attention on my girl. For a second, he just looked her over, then he grabbed a handful of her long, loose hair and gave her a wolfish grin. “So you like giving head, huh?"

"Yes, Senior Detective,” Faye replied, taking her cue from me, though she used the term as a submissive addressing a Dominant instead of the other way around. Her tone carried only a small trace of the subservience I knew she was capable of, and I watched her closely, wondering where she was taking this.

"That's good,” Santoro told her. “Because I really wanna see your lips wrapped around my cock right now."

Faye ghosted one hand over his erection, making no effort to undo his pants. “Right now, huh?"

"Mm-hmm...” He waited expectantly, but she grinned up at him, testing his dominant instinct the way she'd submerge a toe in hot bathwater to gauge its temperature. After a second, he got it and tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her face into his lap. “Don't make me ask again, girl."

The token enforcement of his will was all she needed. Deftly, she unzipped his pants and licked him up and down like the little tease she was, taking her time so I could take in the sight of his cock. I'd seen him naked before, in the showers after the team's training exercises in the gym, but this was the first time I'd seen him erect. And if I could help it, it wouldn't be the last.

He yanked Faye's hair in earnest—a reprimand for the teasing—and with a muffled cry of surprise she closed her lips around his shaft, ceding control at last. Santoro gave a soft groan as she got to work, his hand still fisted in her hair as he encouraged her to take him in deeper, and my own pants grew uncomfortably tight as the seconds ticked on.

It was easier to focus on Faye's technique when I wasn't the recipient, and she apparently sensed my objectifying gaze, opening her eyes to meet it without faltering in her task. An extra shot of adrenaline pounded through my blood, and I briefly fantasised about pulling her away from Santoro and forcing her head into my lap instead.

Though I was pretty sure she'd love the forceful treatment, it wouldn't be fair to Santoro, and he'd only just started to get comfortable with this. Instead, I rested a light hand against his throat—not hard enough to restrict his breathing or moans, but a reminder that I was in the room.