(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated.)
"Lock the door," Ella ordered Ana as she stared coldly at James.
"Don't do that."
A smirk played at the corner of Ella's lips. "I enjoy the thrill of possibly getting caught too, but I'm not risking my job over this." Ella was willing to risk things for the threesome in her office. A love affair with employees is forgivable, at most she might be demoted or one of them transferred. But a threesome in the interrogation room with a former suspect would be serving her job up on a platter to IA.
"You're confused because you are used to being the one in control. Not just as a cop, but as the captain of the precinct. But in this situation, I'm the one in control."
Ella laughed. "This was Ana's mistake, I was just willing to help her cover it up. But if this is going to be your attitude, then she can hang for all I care." With that, she turned to leave.
"All three of us know that is not true. You wouldn't be here if there wasn't something you were worried about. Most captains would fire their subordinates on the spot if they asked what Ana just did. Honestly, the fact that she even risked coming to ask you tells me plenty. I don't know if she has blackmail on you, or you are in cahoots with her aggressive tendencies. But you want me quiet just as much as she does."
Ella paused but didn't turn around. She hated him at that moment for all the truth he managed to deduce. IA had been after her even before she made captain. Truth be told, Ana learned her enhanced interrogation techniques from her. Granted, her student wasn't anywhere near as good as her at hiding her illegal activity.
Ana was a novice compared to her, and not just that, Ella had done plenty of evidence tampering in her day. Before the department finally got with the times and set up digital records, it wasn't uncommon for her to steal drugs from the evidence room to plant on a suspect or do herself. She couldn't remember all the times she did a line of coke off Michelle's butt.
So, yes, she was just as over a barrel as she was going to be over the interrogation room table in a few minutes. She turned to face James again. In a new voice she said, "Fine, what do you want?"
James smiled, but it was a cold smile with dark intent behind it. "First off, I don't like your attitude. For the entire time you are in here, you will act as you would rather be nowhere else in the world than in this room."
Ella forced a smile to her lips and her face brightened. "Yes, and would you like me to call you master as well?" Her sarcasm was blatant.
James glared at her. "No, I had a girlfriend try that kind of roleplay with me once, it felt weird. Your face is pleasant now, but we still have to scrub that snarky tongue of yours. It's a good thing I have just the brush for the job."
James stood and stepped towards Ella. This was the first time she had seen how large his manhood was, and she suddenly felt a little scared. Even in a flaccid state, it was bigger than she had accounted for. It scared her a little to let that thing inside of her.
She felt her stomach jump into her throat as she realized what he was about to do. She took a step back and rested his hands on her shoulders. He was strong and he had no trouble forcing her to her knees.
"Open your mouth."
Ella was confused and scared and nervous, but she also felt a little turned on. She had never been turned on by a guy before, but she also had never had to submit like this. She was typically the dominating presence, both in and outside of sexual situations. She opened her mouth, but only partially.
That was enough for James to wedge his tip-in before grabbing the back of her head and shoving it in the rest of the way. Ella felt it starting to grow in her mouth. It almost felt like a giant worm crawling through her mouth toward her throat. The visual made her gag briefly.
