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It was past normal office hours on a Friday evening, but you were still at your desk up to your eyeballs in paperwork. As a junior detective, the others in the squad tended to shove off their paperwork onto you in some form of ethical hazing ritual. The majority of the squad in question had gone home for the day, the day shift had ended over two hours ago. Carisi sat a few desks away from you, his nose buried in an ancient-looking book that you assumed was a law textbook.
You were currently typing up an evidence transfer form on Carisi’s behalf. Of course, he was here- he could do it himself. But you were a nice coworker and you found it admirable that he was so dedicated to his studies and his job. If you were completely honest with yourself, you had a bit of a crush on the man, even if he was technically your direct superior and coworker. Interdepartmental relationships were frowned upon but there weren’t technically any rules against it.
Your eyes wandered from your computer screen to watch Carisi chew absently on the end of the pen he was using to take notes. As if he could sense you, Carisi’s eyes left the text to glance up at you.
“What?” A small smirk played across his lips.
“Nothing.” You replied, possibly a little too quickly to be inconspicuous. Very smooth .
He opened his mouth to say something but got cut off by the door to the Sargeant’s office opening.
Olivia poked her head out to peer into the squadroom.
“Oh good, you’re both still here.” She made a come-hither gesture with her hand. “Can I see both of you in my office?”
She turned but left the door open for you to follow through. You rose from your chair, as did Carisi. You elbowed him lightly in the ribs when you met between the desks.
“What did you do this time, Carisi?” You asked harshly. “If you got me in trouble again then I’m not doing your paperwork for you anymore.”
He held his hands out defensively. “Hey, I didn’t do anything this time. At least I think I didn’t…”
You rolled your eyes and marched into the sargeant’s office. Olivia had sat back in her desk chair and was flipping through a file. Barba was leaning with his back against the left wall. He met your eyes when you entered and quickly dropped them again to focus on something apparently very interesting on his navy tie. His suit jacket was draped over one of the chairs in front of Benson’s desk and the plain white dress shirt he was left with was doing him all sorts of favors. It clung tightly to his torso and you wished you were in a more oogle-appropriate situation. So you had two crushes, so sue you.
Carisi followed closely behind you and closed the door once he was inside.
“Barba.” You nodded in his general direction.
“Detective.” He returned the casual greeting.
“What’s up, sarge?” Carisi asked Benson, nodding towards Barba in greeting.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush here, guys.” She started with a sigh. “What do the two of you know about the inner workings of BDSM clubs?”
You blinked. You actually knew a fair amount. You weren’t an expert in the subject but you had been to a handful of them in your time- not that you were about to admit that out loud to your coworkers and boss. Your eyes flicked between Olivia and Barba, the latter of the two was definitely avoiding your eyes.
“Not much.” Carisi finally answered, his eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Some women have gone missing recently.” Sergeant Benson began to explain. “The only thing that they seem to have in common is that they were regular visitors to a BDSM club near Bryant Park.”
You nodded along, her question now made a lot more sense.
“ADA Barba was able to organize an undercover op for us at the club this weekend.” She continued. “He was able to secure admittance for himself, a date, and one officer for backup.”
Okay, that made less sense. Since when do ADA’s help organize undercover operations? And since when do they actually participate in said undercover operations?
You opened your mouth to voice your questions but Carisi beat you to it.
“What?” He asked, looking between Benson and the other man, confusion plain on his features. It was something you appreciated about Carisi, he never really was able to hide what he was feeling very well. It was endearing and a stark contrast to the other man in the room who seemed exceptional at controlling his facial expressions and body language.
“Look, if Barba wants to explain it to you then he can later.” The sargeant interjected. “We need any lead that we can get for this case. The point is, I am asking the both of you to go undercover. Tomorrow.”
“As Barba’s date?” You questioned with an awkward laugh.
“Well I sure as hell hope that I’m not supposed to be his date.” Carisi muttered. “No offense, man. I just don’t swing that way.”
Barba chuckled from the side of the room and crossed his arms.
“None taken, detective. You aren’t exactly my cup of tea either.”
It wasn’t lost on you that this whole situation vaguely implied that you were Barba’s cup of tea. But you tried to move past the flutter of hopeful anxiety in your chest.
“Right.” Carisi chuckled beside you. “I guess I’m in then.”
Life was so weird.
“Yeah, I guess I’m in too.” You shrugged. Barba’s eyes met yours and you thought for just a moment you saw the tiniest of smiles before he looked back at his feet.
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You, Barba, and Carisi were herded out of Olivia’s office and were encouraged to go somewhere more discreet to plan the operation and discuss logistics.
In the end, the three of you ended up in the living room of Barba’s apartment. A beer was shoved into your hand when you plopped down on his surprisingly comfortable couch, you didn’t protest.
Carisi had shed his suit jacket and sat at the other end of the couch, nursing his own bottle. Barba opted to pace back and forth in front of the coffee table.
“What’s got you so anxious?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Barba shot you an annoyed look.
“Does it relate to why you are going undercover when you are very much not an officer?” Carisi added. Barba groaned and wiped his palm over his face.
“If any of this leaves this room, I will eat you both alive.” Barba glared between the two of you on his couch. You shared a knowing look with your fellow detective and the two of you broke out in laughter.
“Counselor, you couldn’t if you tried.” Carisi laughed and took a swig of his drink.
“Whatever.” The man standing in front of you rolled his eyes. “Look, the only way you get into this club is if you know someone who is a member or if you are a member yourself.”
You clicked your tongue and a wolfish smile spread across your face.
“So which are you then?” You asked. “Do you know someone or are you the member, Barba?”
He shot you a stern look that you’ll admit made you quake in your boots just a little. You were a fan of angry Barba, you made a mental note to annoy him more often. Your tongue shot out to lick your lips and you noticed his eyes drop to follow the movement for a fraction of a second.
“I am a member of this particular club, yes.”
That’s an interesting development, to be sure. You raised your hands in a peaceful gesture and he seemed to bristle with less annoyance than a moment ago.
“New members are required to take a survey about their particular desires, it weeds out the people who just want to watch and not engage.” The man in front of you explained. You briefly imagined him- uh- engaging . You liked it a lot more than you probably should have to maintain a professional relationship. “I’ve emailed it to both of you to fill out.”
You nodded and pulled out your phone to start the process, Carisi did the same beside you. You naturally started filling out your preferences once you clicked the link he had sent you.
“Wait, you’ll need to know some basics first.” Barba interrupted you as you were identifying yourself as a submissive on the form. “This club operates under the basic BDSM rules. They use a color system, which is like traffic lights. If someone says red then everything stops, if someone says yellow -”
“Barba.” You cut him off. “I know what the color system is, dude.”
Barba and Carisi shared a look between them before narrowing their eyes at you.
“You do?” Carisi asked incredulously. You nodded, the cat was more or less out of the bag at this point.
“What are the three pillars of BDSM?” Barba asked, testing you.
“SSC, dude. Safe, sane, and consensual.” You answered, you may as well as put a duh after that for good measure.
Barba licked his lips and let a grin crawl across his features.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Carisi chuckled and gestured to the survey open on his phone. “You’re into this stuff too?”
You shrugged. “I know I’m young, but I’m not like… a blushing virgin or something.”
The two men shared that look between them again and no one said anything for a few moments.
“Right, well.” Barba cleared his throat. “You should make your answers complement mine, more or less. We are pretending to be a couple, afterall. Carisi, feel free to fill it out however you want.”
Together the three of you established your covers. Barba would stay Barba, as the club already knew him as such. But you would play the role of his romantic partner and Carisi would just be another stranger in the crowd.
“Tomorrow, call me Rafael.” Barba said with a light chuckle. “It would be weird if you called me ADA Barba, I think.”
“Then feel free to call me Sonny. Or Dominick if you’re feeling fancy.” Carisi smiled at the both of you.
Barba showed you his survey answers from when he joined the club (apparently several years ago) and you learned a lot more about the ADA then you ever thought you would. You matched your answers to correspond with his but it didn’t take much effort, you were surprisingly kink compatible, it seemed. Barba explained more of the particulars of this club, like the dress codes that applied and the rules. Before entering the club proper, all attire needed to be public-appropriate. But once within the walls, anything really goes.
Carisi/Dominick/Sonny was uncharacteristically quiet for the majority of the planning conversation, you hoped that all the talk of kink and BDSM didn’t make him see you in a different light or make him uncomfortable. You would hate for your relationship to change, in that direction at least.
You were toeing your shoes back on and Dominick (you settled on Dominick, it seemed to roll off your tongue better) was pulling on his coat when Rafael cleared his throat.
“After tonight and tomorrow, we may see each other in very different ways.” He paused. “I just want to make sure that the two of you are on board for whatever may happen tomorrow.”
Carisi nodded, his face uncharacteristically serious. “I am.”
You thought about all the potential things that could happen the next day and you nodded your head as well. If the two of them were both game, then so were you.
“I am.” You grinned.
“Good.” Rafael smiled back at you. “Make sure to wear something nice.”
“Don’t I always?” You laughed and he shot you an intent look.
“You know what I mean.”
You definitely thought that you were starting to get it, but in reality you had no idea what you were getting yourself into.
===
You puttered around your apartment for most of the next day. You alternated between noncommittally cleaning random areas and going through your wardrobe for the proper attire. You found a stash of old dresses from your clubbing and party days before you had gone to the Police Academy in the bottom-most drawer. You pulled out an old reliable favorite and tried it on. You had doubts that it would even fit over your chest nowadays, but it zipped up easily enough. You glanced in the mirror and were surprised at how the burgundy material clung to your curves even better than it did when you were younger. The mini dress hugged you just right and the color suited your skin tone remarkably well. There was a cutout in the fabric in the shape of a triangle in the front below your cleavage, so a sliver of the bottom of your breasts was exposed deliciously. The dress didn’t allow for much in the way of undergarments so you slipped on a pair of black lacy panties and called it good. You pulled out another old reliable favorite from your closet, a pair of black, chunky-heeled, combat-esque boots.
Rafael was picking you up in a town car at eight o’clock exactly. So when seven-thirty rolled around you were a ball of excitable energy as you put on some basic makeup and ironed loose curls into your hair.
You heard a knock at your door around seven fifty-eight and you smiled. Your date was even picking you up at your door, how adorable. You shrugged on a long coat to cover yourself up until you got to the club before answering.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” You asked when you saw Barba. He was wearing his usual work attire. Black slacks, matching black jacket with a white shirt and a crimson tie to complete the look. Your heart did somersaults when you noticed you had inadvertently color coordinated a bit.
Barba shrugged and rolled his eyes at you. “It’s what I usually wear.”
You chuckled and grabbed the keys to your apartment and a small bag with a few bills of cash.
“You won’t need that.” Barba spoke up from the doorway, trying his best to nonchalantly peer around your apartment. It struck you that this was probably the first time you actually had a coworker even know your address. “I have a standing tab at the club, whatever you want- just put it on that.”
“You know, this is starting to sound more and more like a real date, Rafael .” You giggled and joined him in the hall, closing and locking the door to your apartment. He didn’t reply to that, instead opting to silently lead you down to the waiting town car with the slightest of blushes creeping up his neck. He opened the door for you and you climbed in the backseat of the car, hyper aware of how short your skirt and coat were. If Barba noticed, he pointedly didn’t mention it and climbed in behind you.
The drive to the club was quiet besides the quiet trashy pop songs on the radio and the occasional honk from the Saturday night Manhattan traffic. After about twenty minutes, the car pulled to the side of the street to let you out in front of a nondescript warehouse-looking building. Alright, let’s do this thing .
Barba climbed out of the car and offered you his hand to help you out. Once you stood, Barba placed his hand around your hip and held you to his side. Right, this is a date .
You nuzzled into his side with a giggle, playing the part. He led you past the small crowd outside the building, his arm still around your waist protectively. You absently wondered if Carisi was already inside.
The heels of your boots ground against the pavement with every step until a big burly man blocked off the front door of the building. You guessed he was a bouncer of some sort. Barba told the man his name and a flicker of recognition flashed on the bouncer’s face.
“It’s been a while, Rafael.” He cocked his head to the side.
“You know how it is, life gets in the way.” Barba replied casually, his grip on your hip tightening almost imperceptibly.
“And who is this?” The bouncer nodded towards you with a raised eyebrow.
“My girlfriend.” Barba replied as if it should be obvious.
“Never thought someone would tie you down, Rafael.” The bigger man chuckled deeply. “Want to introduce us?”
“Yeah, introduce me to your friend, Raf.” You tossed a flirty grin towards Barba, whose stare was focused on the bouncer. Barba turned to you with a tight smile as the bouncer leered down at you.
“Another time maybe, mi querida.” Barba turned his head back to glare daggers at the bouncer. “I don’t share her with just anyone.”
You shivered pleasantly when the meaning behind the comment set in. If Rafael noticed, he didn’t say anything about it.
“Fair enough.” The bouncer shrugged. He moved to open the door for the two of you. Barba tugged you forward gently.
“Mi querida?” You whispered to Barba when he tugged you close.
“It means my darling .” Barba cleared his throat uncomfortably before continuing in a whisper. “You should learn more Spanish.”
You stepped into the dim lights of the club and a low bass beat surrounded you, making your chest ache.
In the middle of the club was a circular bar with the standard barstools and shelves of liquor. In the periphery of the main room were couches, chaise lounges and other various comfy looking surfaces that were occupied by people in different states of undress. It actually seemed more tame than you were expecting. You voiced the comment to Barba once you were out of earshot of anyone.
“This is just the front room, sweetheart.” Barba smiled darkly at you and you felt your core clench at the ease at which the term of endearment rolled off his tongue. No one was even in earshot, so that one was meant for you alone.
“The harder stuff is in the back rooms.” He continued. “Here, let me take your jacket.”
You untied the belt around your long coat and turned to let Barba slip it off your shoulders, revealing your choice of attire to him and the rest of the club. You felt Barba take a step into your personal space and place a hand on your hip possessively before sweeping your hair over one of your shoulders so the skin of your upper back was exposed.
“Nice dress.” He commented and you felt the puff of his breath against the back of your neck. “Is this okay?”
“You did say to wear something nice .” You whispered back to him and nodded in reply to his question. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you would probably thank him for it. You felt the eyes of several people in the room land on you. You placed your hand on top of his and laced your fingers together to further the ruse.
Barba saw the eyes on you as well and leaned in and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. Goosebumps rose down your arms at the gesture and you felt him smile against your skin.
“I’m going to go mingle.” His breath fanned out across your skin. “You should go to the bar and do the same. Dont’ worry though, Carisi and I will always be watching your back. You look amazing, so let them come to you.”
You nodded and Barba’s presence behind you left to go take your coat somewhere. You straightened the fabric of your dress before setting off to the bar, your heels clunking against the tile.
You perched on a barstool away from the crowd. Let them come to you .
Barba had said you looked amazing, that was interesting. Your eyes instinctively tried to find him in the crowd but he had disappeared to mingle .
The bartender came to stand in front of you and you ordered a simple club soda on Barba’s tab, you needed a clear head tonight. A drink was set in front of you and you sipped it slowly. You would have preferred an actual drink to calm the fluttering of nerves in your belly, but you were technically on duty.
You scanned the main room around you. You naturally searched for any and all exit strategies should the op go to shit. You were distracted by the overt displays of sexual energy going on in the room. There were people grinding to the music, people with their mouths molded together, people sitting on eachother’s laps.
You were watching a particularly enthusiastic woman give a man a lap dance to the music when you saw him . Not Barba, but Carisi.
He was sitting on one of the couches having a conversation with a woman sitting on another man’s lap on the same couch. He looked surprisingly at ease, or maybe he was just a better actor than you gave him credit for. A bottle of his favorite beer was in his hand but it looked as if barely a sip had been taken from it.
His eyes flicked up to scan the room like you were doing and your eyes met. He saw what you were wearing and he let his mouth gape at you for the briefest of moments. You chuckled, so he wasn’t that good an actor after all.
You raised an eyebrow at him and his jaw snapped shut again. He swallowed around nothing before tearing his eyes away and returning his attention to whatever conversation he was having.
You were approached by several men and women over the course of the next few minutes, sometimes couples or groups would even invite you to the back rooms with them.
You made conversation with them all, trying to steer the conversation towards the missing women casually. You flirted with the various people until they eventually made an offer for you to join them. You turned each and every one of them down under the guise that you were here with your partner.
You learned a lot from your efforts, actually. The club is recently under new ownership and the longtime members were not a fan of the new owner. A lot of the women, in particular, thought that the man was ‘skeevier’ than they liked for this particular environment. And the best tidbit of all? At least one of the missing women was seen with this new proprietor heading to the back rooms.
You also couldn’t help but ask about Barba. One of the women you spoke to said that your little ADA Barba was one of the best dominants around. He was highly selective about the submissives and partners he spent time with but the ones that did get to -er- spend time with him , always left satiated. You knew what the man was into once he’d shown you his survey last night, but it felt all the more real hearing the secondhand accounts.
You felt just a little guilty about prying into Barba’s social life, admittedly.
You were nursing your second club soda when an intimidating bearded man with a spider web tattoo on the side of his neck sidled up to you.
“I haven’t seen you around here before.” He overtly let his eyes trail down your body and settle on the bare skin of your thighs. You crossed your legs instinctively under his gaze.
“No, you haven’t.” You plastered a cloyingly sweet smile across your face.
“I would certainly like to see you.” He continued to leer at you. You rolled your eyes in your mind but kept the smile on your face.
“Sorry, but I’m here with someone.” You replied. He glanced around the bar.
“I don’t see anyone here with you.” He scoffed and moved to brush a finger down your bare arm. “It’s dangerous for a girl like you to be here all alone.”
“Who said she was alone?” Rafael’s possessive tone sounded on your other side. You hadn’t even heard him come up behind you, the sounds of the pounding bass entirely too loud.
You felt Barba’s hand snake around your waist and his fingers fan out across your stomach. His thumb brushed the skin exposed under your breasts by the cut out in your dress and your breath caught in your throat. The bearded man retracted his hand from your arm as if burned.
“Mi corazón.” He greeted you and pressed a chaste kiss against your neck. If you leaned into it just a bit more than was necessary then well- that was between you and him.
“Rafael Barba.” He introduced himself to the other man, jutting his hand out towards the man. The bearded man shook it, albeit begrudgingly.
“As in Assistant District Attorney, Rafael Barba?” He asked, turning a corner of his lips up in a knowing smile.
“The very same.” Rafael replied and pressed another kiss to your skin.
His thumb brushed the exposed underside of your breast, back and forth and back and forth. You tried to not let it show how much it affected you. You had dreamed of Barba touching you like this, but in vastly different circumstances- ones where he wasn’t basically under duress.
You risked a glance across the room to Carisi, who was watching the scene play out intently- some unnamable emotion etched onto his features.
“We haven’t had the pleasure of meeting, just yet.” The bearded man narrowed his eyes at Barba. “I’m the new owner, Marcus.”
“I haven’t been here in a while.” Barba admitted with a slight shrug. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Marcus cocked his head to the side and leered at you predatorily. Behind you, you felt Barba prickle aggressively and his grip on you got tighter. He pressed his front against your back in a subtle display of dominance.
“I can’t help but notice you two haven’t been getting too involved tonight.” Marcus crossed his arms with a hard look. “I don’t particularly appreciate that in my club. Especially by people like ADAs such as yourself. How do I know you aren’t trying to investigate me or something, hmm?”
You panicked for a fraction of a second before instinct took over and you did some mental risk/benefit calculations. Fuck it.
“Awww, daddy.” You stuck your bottom lip out in a faux pout and glanced up at Rafael. “He thinks you’re investigating him.”
You felt Barba stiffen against your back at the surprising use of the honorific but he quickly relaxed.
“Well, your daddy has yet to prove his loyalty to me. So forgive me for being suspicious. How do I even know you two are actually partners?” Marcus’ gaze flickered between the two of you. You kept your head tilted up towards Barba. His gaze fell to your face and you saw he was making his own risk/reward calculations in his head.
He let out a breath that fanned across your lips as he craned his head towards yours. In a moment of confidence, you surged up the rest of the way and captured his lips against yours.
Your mouths slotted together beautifully, like they were made for each other. Barba quickly intensified the moment, his hand coming up to wind in your hair. His tongue flicked out against your lips and pried them apart. You followed his lead and entwined your tongue with his before he overtook you, probing into your mouth exploratorily. His hand tightened in your hair and a groan slipped out from your throat. You felt his lips tighten into a smile against yours before pulling away, your lips involuntarily chased after his.
“As nice of a display as that was, I’ve heard of your tendencies , Rafael.” Marcus rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of you. “Come with me.”
Barba gave your shoulder a quick encouraging squeeze before settling on your lower back and guiding you to follow the other man. You shot a look towards Carisi, who was watching aptly. He made to stand and follow, but you made a subtle placating gesture and he relaxed back into the couch.
Before leading you down a dark hallway, Marcus stopped and turned towards the main room.
“Pick someone.” He commanded Barba.
“For what?” You asked, not letting the anxiety touch your voice.
“He knows what.” Marcus eyed Barba and slung an arm over your shoulders casually. You shoved his arm off of you. “You should know too. Barba here likes to share .”
You quickly flicked your gaze at Barba and he avoided your eyes, instead looking out at the crowd.
“So pick someone, or my friend Owen over there will for you.” Marcus nodded towards a muscular bouncer in the corner. The bouncer nodded back and pulled his jacket back to reveal a sidearm strapped to his waist. A standard nine millimeter you guessed from a distance. Well, fuck .
The bouncer let his jacket fall back and cover the weapon again.
You felt Rafael stiffen at your side for a moment.
“Are you threatening an ADA?” He asked, his eyes narrowed.
“I’m not threatening.” Marcus smiled wolfishly. “I’m just asking for you both to prove your loyalty. So pick someone.”
Barba met your eyes and you saw a hint of an apology in them. You tried to pour all the faith and trust you had in the man into your gaze. You knew that he had your back, no matter what happened.
“She chooses.” Barba licked his lips. You scanned the crowd as if you were surveying your options.
“Him, daddy.” You pointed at Carisi.
“Good choice. He’s a new member and has yet to earn my trust as well.” Marcus nodded towards the bouncer again who moved from his position towards Carisi. “Now come.”
Barba’s hand on the small of your back pushed you gently to follow Marcus down the dark hallway. You emerged in another room where areas were sectioned off by opaque curtains. From the sounds that filled your ears, it wasn’t too difficult to imagine what was occuring behind the curtains. Some of them were even opened slightly, allowing anyone to see the activities going on inside them.
“If you know my interests ,” Barba spoke up. “Then you know I have no interest in exhibitionism.”
“A private room, then?” Marcus suggested. Barba nodded and you set off again down another dark corridor until you came to a series of doors along the wall like a hotel.
Marcus opened one of the doors and ushered the two of you inside.
“Wait here for your third.” Marcus instructed. “Owen will be outside the door, so don’t think about just leaving.”
Marcus closed the door as he left and you took a moment to look around the room. It was like a standard hotel room, a couch and armchair sat by the entryway facing a television. Across the room was a large bed adorned with black pillows and a matching duvet. There were obvious differences between this room and a standard hotel room, though. On one wall was a sort of board for holding tools, but instead of hardware- there was a variety of paddles, floggers and restraints hanging. You imagined that the bureau wasn’t holding clothes either. Your eyes fell on an inconspicuous device in the corner of the ceiling.
Barba turned to you.
“I am so sorry.” He blurted out. You raised a hand to interrupt him before gesturing subtly to the corner. His eyebrows raised.
“Camera?” He asked quietly.
“I’m guessing.” You replied, voice above a whisper. “Hopefully not one with a sensitive microphone.”
“What do you want to do here?” He asked you.
“Let’s wait for our third .” You shrugged and your companion nodded.
A few minutes later the door opened again and Carisi was almost shoved through the doorway by Owen.
His first instinct was to scan the room, you noticed him hesitating on the corner with the camera in it.
“Hello.” Barba nodded towards Carisi.
“Yeah, hey.” Carisi raised an eyebrow. “I was told I had to prove loyalty or something or other.”
“You’re here to share.” Barba said, matter-of-factly. “I’m Rafael.”
“Call me Dominick. Share what?” Carisi questioned.
Barba nodded towards you. “Her.”
Carisi’s face visibly paled as he glanced between the two of you.
“Guys,” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “What the fuck?”
“New owner is most likely our perp.” You whispered back before you walked towards Barba and fiddled with his tie for the camera. “Gotta keep the cover, his bouncers have guns on us. If he realizes who we are, he might get spooked and run or kill the missing girls.”
Carisi blinked at you.
“So what do we do here?” Barba asked you. “If there aren’t microphones planted then they hopefully just think we’re negotiating. But it’s going to get real obvious real fast that we aren’t having sex.”
You sighed and glanced between your two undercover partners.
“Play along?” You shrugged and both their eyes went wide for a moment before they regained their composure. You straightened Barba’s lapel for something to do with your hands and you felt his breathing speed up. “He knows Barba is a dom, he knows I’m a sub. We play the roles.”
“And you’re okay with that?” Carisi harshly whispered. You took a moment to look in both their eyes. You had thought of both of these men in sexual situations plenty. But having them both? That was beyond your wildest dreams. Your mouth nearly watered at the thought.
“I am, if you two are.” You risked a smile. The two men shared a look and Carisi was surprisingly the first to nod- then Barba.
“So what do we do?” Barba asked you.
“You’re the dom, daddy.” You let yourself giggle in case the camera could pick up louder vocalizations. “You tell us.”
Surprise flickered across Barba’s face but a hungry smile crept across to replace it. The energy in the room shifted palpably. This may change the relationship with your coworkers irreparably but fuck it, you were going to enjoy the ride.
“Oh yeah, darling?” Barba placed his hand on your hip tightly. “You want me to tell the two of you what to do?”
You looked back and Carisi, who was watching you equally hungrily, before nodding.
“Dominick, go sit down on the edge of the bed.” Barba commanded. “You both know your colors?”
“Yes, daddy.” You replied, eyes following his fingers loosen his tie. You hoped that Carisi actually listened while Barba was talking last night. Thankfully, Dominick nodded.
"He's new to this, go easy on him." You stage-whispered to Rafael with a wink.
" He can handle himself just fine, thank you very much." Dominick shot over his shoulder as he moved to follow the direction. You bit back another giggle.
Dominick sat on the edge of the bed, as instructed. He fumbled with his hands for a moment, unsure what to do with them exactly.
Rafael pushed you away from him with a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder, you let yourself be moved to face Carisi. Barba pressed himself against your back and wrapped an arm around your stomach. Again, his thumb brushed the exposed skin of the bottom of your breasts, back and forth and back and forth. You let out the tiniest of whimpers at the not-enough sensation and he chuckled darkly as he leaned close to your ear.
“Already so desperate, hmm?” You felt his breath ghost across the side of your face and you nodded more enthusiastically than you probably needed to. “You see that, Dominick? Our girl wants this so bad.”
“I don’t know Rafa.” Carisi licked his lips hungrily. “I think I want her to tell me.”
Your heart stuttered. Our girl . Rafa .
“Tell him, mi corazón.”
“Tell him what, exactly?” You challenged. Rafael’s hand skated across your front, moving to wrap around your throat, a clear warning.
“Don’t be a brat.” His angry-Barba voice was back and it sent the best kind of shivers down your spine to pool between your legs. “You know what he wants to hear, so tell him.”
“I want you so bad, daddy.” You swallowed against the hand covering your throat, not squeezing- just a dominating presence. “I want you bad too, Dominick.”
“Ah-ah.” Barba tutted at you, his fingers digging into the sides of your neck tighter now. “Dominick is our guest , sweetheart. What do we call our guests?”
Your head lolled back against Rafa’s shoulder and you whimpered again.
“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whined and looked pointedly at Carisi sitting on the bed. “I want you bad too, Sir. ”
“That’s my girl.” Barba eased his grip on your throat.
That’s my girl? Barba was like something out of your favorite wet dreams. You heard Dominick groan quietly from the bed as he watched you and Barba.
“Hear that, mi querida?” Barba asked between mouthing at the skin of your shoulder. “I think he likes when you call him that.”
Carisi’s already flushed face seemed to grow even redder and not out of embarrassment.
“Well, Dominick, what should we do with her?” Barba asked, still holding you tightly to his front. You could feel the growing bulge in his slacks press against your ass.
“Lose the dress.” Carisi suggested. Barba clicked his tongue and moved his hands to graze up your arms and shoulders.
“Such a flimsy thing, anyways.” Rafael commented. “Such a slutty little girl we have here.”
You made a high sound in your throat at his words and he laughed.
His fingers found the top of the zipper on your back and he began to tug it down agonizingly slowly. His knuckles brushed against the bare skin of your back as he went and more skin was revealed to him.
You felt a hand under your chin firmly lift your head.
“Look at him.” Barba commanded and you met Carisi’s heavy gaze. “Look at what you’re doing to him.”
Your hands clenched at your sides against the urge to reach out and touch one of them. You weren’t allowed to yet, you guessed. Your eyes wandered down from Carisi’s and noticed how obviously hard the man was in his jeans. Your eyes flicked back up to meet Dominick’s and you grinned.
Rafael brushed the thin straps of your dress from your shoulders and the burgundy material slid from your body entirely to pool at your feet. Carisi made a low noise as you stood a few feet away from him, the only clothing left on your body was your black lace panties that were quickly getting soaked. Your nipples pebbled further, from the sudden exposure to the chill in the room or from Carisi’s open staring, who could be sure?
Rafael pulled away from you to circle your body like a predator watching its prey. His pupils were blown, his irises only a sliver of green around them when his eyes met yours.
“Isn’t our girl beautiful, Dom?” Rafael’s eyes seemed entirely sincere and something in your heart tugged.
“She sure fucking is, Rafa.” Carisi agreed and you tore your gaze away from Barba to meet Carisi’s eyes- they had the same sincere expression. Your heart tugged a second time.
“What do you say, darling?” Barba frowned at you.
“Thank you, daddy.” You paused. “Thank you, sir.”
Barba moved to lean against the back of the couch. He looked at you and canted his head towards Carisi.
“Go to him.” Rafael commanded. You kicked off your boots and stepped out from the dress around your ankles and took a few steps towards the bed before Barba stopped you.
“No.” He said with a click of his tongue. “Not like that.”
You looked back at him with a confused expression.
“On your knees, sweetheart.” He smirked. “Crawl to him.”
Your cunt clenched around nothing achingly. Jesus.
You did as you were told and lowered yourself to your knees before putting your palms on the carpet. With a sway of your hips, you crawled towards Carisi. Both men watched as you did, entirely enraptured by the movement of your black lace-clad ass or your bare breasts.
As you got closer to Dominick you could see that his pupils were as hungrily blown as Barba’s. You took just a little bit of pride in how you affected the two of them, but it’s not like that was the worst sin you were committing today anyways.
“Can I touch, daddy?” You looked back over your shoulder as Barba was shedding his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up.
“Ask him, baby.” Rafa smiled and raised an eyebrow. Your turned back to the other man sitting right in front of you.
“Can I touch you, sir?”
“Of course,” Carisi paused and shot a look at Barba. “Princess.”
You smiled at the pet name and you heard Rafael make an approving hum.
“You can touch me as much as you like, princess.” Carisi added. “For as long as your daddy feels like sharing you.”
“Good answer.” Barba said with a laugh.
You put your hands on each of Carisi’s knees when you were close enough. You let your palms creep up his firm thighs over the fabric of the black was jeans he was wearing. Dominick caressed the side of your face gently with one hand and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear with the other.
“Kiss her.” Barba commanded quietly.
Neither you nor Dominick needed to be told twice. You tilted your face up towards him and he craned his neck to meet you in the middle. It started as a simple brush of the lips but soon enough his lips were devouring your own as if they were the oxygen he needed to survive.
You noted that kissing Carisi was definitely different than kissing Barba. With Barba it was hard and insistent with a clear air of dominance, with Carisi it was more desperate and almost like an evenly-matched battle.
You sighed deeply into his kiss and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring your every nook and cranny. His hand carded through your hair, light as a feather- a stark contrast to how Barba had pulled it earlier.
His other hand fell to your breast, cupping it lightly. You gasped and broke the kiss burying your face into the meat of his chest when he rolled your nipple between two fingers.
“She’s so fucking responsive, Rafa.” Dominick said, almost in awe of you.
“Makes you wonder how she’ll respond to other things.” Rafael chuckled darkly and you mewled at the suggestion.
Dominick wrapped his arms around your torso and hauled you bodily onto his lap. He manhandled you so your legs framed his hips and you were straddling his thighs.
“Undress him, darling.” Rafael said and you heard the clink of ice cubes behind you as he poured himself a drink from the minibar.
You reverently ran your hands over Carisi’s biceps and to his shoulders. Your fingers found the buttons holding his black dress shirt closed and you flicked each open. You couldn’t help but gently rake your nails through the smattering of blond chest hair after the top few buttons were undone. Dominick let out a low sigh when you continued with the buttons over his stomach. Once his shirt was open, you pushed it off his shoulders and he helped you shove it down his arms.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you forward until your breasts pressed against his chest, your nipples scraping deliciously against his skin. His mouth found yours again and your lips molded together perfectly. You lowered yourself and ground your lace-covered cunt against the bulge in his jeans. The friction made you moan out and Carisi’s breath caught in his throat. His grip went as strong as iron on your hips and he forced you to repeat the motion.
“Don’t get any ideas, you two.” Rafael had his stern voice on again as he watched from the sidelines. “Her pussy is mine.”
The insinuation went straight to your core and you mewled into Carisi’s mouth.
“Get back on your knees, mi amor.” Barba was suddenly behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder, pushing you down. You complied and sank to your knees between Dominick’s splayed thighs. From this position, you were eye-level with Barba’s groin and you found your mouth watering again. Barba caught you looking and smirked at you.
“In a minute, sweetheart.” He promised. “First, take out his cock.”
You risked a questioning glance up at Carisi, making sure he was still happy with the situation. Dominick was watching you with rapt attention, the expression on his face one of desperate hunger. Concern etched across his features at your scrunched together eyebrows.
“Color?” Dominick asked you, his voice raspy.
“I was going to ask you that, sir.” You giggled. “But I am very green.”
Carisi smiled down at you genuinely. “Me too.”
You quickly fumbled with the fly of his jeans and in his eagerness he helped you push down the elastic of his boxer-briefs. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when his cock sprung free already hard to the point of leaking. It was long, just like the rest of him and your fingers couldn't meet when you wrapped your hand around him delicately. He hissed through his teeth and his head fell backwards at the contact. You pumped his length a few times and smeared the bead of precome gathering at the tip with your thumb.
“You’re on your knees for a reason, mi querida.” Barba pointed out.
You giggled when Carisi’s head popped back up right before you leaned in to lick a stripe up the underside of his length. Dominick swore and curled a hand into your hair. You mouthed along his cock until you got to the tip, wrapping your lips around it and suckling frustratingly gentle.
“Fuck, princess.” Carisi said between clenched teeth. You continued to tease his dick with your mouth.
A motion to your left caught your attention and you turned to find Rafa palming himself through his slacks as he watched the two of you together.
“Suck his dick like you mean it.” Barba ground out.
You took the tip of Carisi’s cock between your lips once again and began to bob your head, taking in more of his length with each motion. His hand in your hair tightened and you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on him like you meant it . Dominick let out a litany of curses and you let your eyes flutter shut.
There was a sudden smack on your ass and you squealed.
“Keep your eyes open.” Barba commanded. “Look up at him while you suck his cock, like a good little girl.”
Your eyes flew open and you looked up at the man above you. His blue eyes were torn between looking into your eyes and watching his cock disappear between your lips as you lazily bobbed your head.
To your left you heard Barba scoff.
"Come on, you can do better than that." Rafa chastised you. "Do you want to show our guest just how good you can suck a cock?"
You felt a hand pull you by your hair off of Dominick's dick with an obscene pop , you guessed it was Carisi's hand but at this point you didn't really care. You were propped up to sit up straight on your knees. One of Carisi's knees pushed you closer to where Barba was standing.
You nodded at Rafael's question eagerly.
"Use your words, princess." Dominick grinned. You shot him a playful glare for teaming up on you like that.
Barba's firm hand on your chin wrenched you back to face him. He raised his eyebrow expectantly.
"Please, daddy." You begged with a whine. "I wanna show Sir how well I can suck your cock."
Rafa held your face still as he undid his belt buckle and fly with his other hand. He pulled his hard cock free and your mouth started to water more than it already was. Barba's length was slightly shorter than your other current partner's but it had a wonderful girth to it. He tapped the tip against your lips, smearing his precome on your skin.
"Open." He commanded and you complied, letting your jaw fall slightly.
He thrust forward and shoved his length into your mouth until the head hit the back of your throat. You coughed, sputtered, and choked around the intrusion until you felt Dominick's reassuring hand on the back of your neck.
"Relax, princess." He quietly encouraged. "You can take it."
"She knows she can." Barba agreed from above you. He caressed the back of your head lightly and let your breathing even out before he pressed even farther and down your throat with a deep groan. He held you there for a few seconds while you breathed through your nose.
"See?" Rafa grinned down at you. "Such a good cockslut for us."
Carisi hummed in agreement as Rafael repeated the motion a few times, each time letting you take a few gulping breaths when he pulled you off his cock.
The last time he pulled you off his length, he pushed your head back towards Carisi and you got the message and took Domick's cock back between your lips. Threading a hand in your hair, Carisi helped you work up and down his length, much more gently than Rafael had. You met Carisi's eyes and he watched you with an enraptured smile. You felt Rafa move behind you and he palmed at each cheek of your ass roughly.
Rafa's fingers toyed between your legs over the lace of your panties. Over Dominick's rough breaths and your own sloppy noises, a rip sounded out and you suddenly felt the coolness of the air on your cunt.
You whipped your head back to glare at Rafa. He held up what remained of your now ripped panties in his hand.
"Oops." He chuckled smugly.
"Daddy," You whined. "I liked those."
"I'll buy you as many pairs as you want, love." Barba promised and your heart did a little flip-flop in your chest.
"You're neglecting our guest." Rafa nodded towards Carisi.
"Sorry, Sir." You went back to happily slurping lazily at Dominick's length.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Barba's thick fingers run through your folds.
"She's so fucking wet, Dom." Barba groaned out and you heard him suck your gathered slick off his fingers. "And so delicious."
Carisi swore again. "I wanna feel her, Rafa."
"Wait your turn." Rafael growled and landed a smack on your ass. "Ass in the air, mi corazón."
You complied, raising your hips and arching your back so you could keep Dom in your throat. Rafa circled two fingers around your clit and handful of times before teasing your entrance with them. You tried to push your hips back towards the sensation but Rafael's iron grip on your hip was unrelenting. He dipped two fingers inside of your cunt and you groaned around Dom's cock. Dominick swore.
Slowly but surely, Rafa riled you up on his fingers- slowly pushing them into you over and over. You pulled off Carisi's dick to gulp down air.
"Please, daddy, pleasepleaseplease" You begged Barba.
"What, my darling?" He smirked behind you and pulled his fingers away, you whimpered at the loss.
"Please just fuck me already, daddy." You rested your forehead against Carisi's still denim-clad thigh. It struck you that you were the only one completely naked. Dom ran his hand through your hair tenderly.
"Anything for you, mi querida." Barba answered and you felt the first press of his cock against your entrance.
He pushed in agonizingly slow, allowing you to adjust to his girth but torturing you at the same time. You moaned, the sound muffled by Carisi's thigh.
"You should see yourself." Dom said in a soothing voice, petting your head. "You look so fuckin' beautiful taking your daddy's cock."
"She does." Rafa groaned from behind you, agreeing with Dominick's sentiment.
Your walls fluttered around Barba's cock and he let out another deep groan. He slowly pulled out before slamming back inside to the hilt. Your toes curled and you dug your fingers into the carpet as every nerve in your body lit up at once.
Barba established a harsh pace, his skin slapping against yours with a wet sound.
"Fuck, she's so tight Dominick." Rafa grunted out.
Above you, Dominick was whispering words of praise and admiration for you. You hummed happily and heat built in your core. Dom stroked down your back along your spine. You shifted to take his cock back in your mouth.
"You don't have to do that, princess." Dom insisted. You shot him a glare and he laughed.
You adjusted your position so each time Barba thrust into you, it jolted you forward and farther onto Carisi's length in a wonderful synchronous motion.
Barba wound a hand in your hair and pulled to help you keep the position. The change in angle suddenly made Rafa's cock drag deliciously across that one bundle of nerves inside you every time he thrust into you. You gasped and moaned uncontrollably around Carisi as the pleasure built in your core. Dominick grabbed himself at the base of his cock to keep himself from coming down your throat.
"Come for us, princess." Dom commanded.
It didn't take long until you came with a loud shout, muscles convulsing out of your control. Your walls constricted around Barba rhythmically and he swore.
"Fuck, sweetheart- I'm gunna-" He groaned out and swore something in Spanish. You summoned whatever remaining energy you had and pushed back against Barba's every thrust until his hips stuttered. He growled almost animalistically and you felt his cock twitch inside you and fill you to the brim with his seed.
All motion slowed and Barba pumped into you once, twice more before partially collapsing and draping his body over your back. He pressed languid open mouthed kisses against your shoulder blade.
You rested your forehead against Carisi's thigh again and closed your eyes, absentmindedly humming happily.
Barba's presence seemed to disappear and he pulled out of your cunt with a lewd noise. You whined groggily at the loss but let your quaking thighs collapse from under you. Someone caught you in their arms, you guessed it was Carisi. You didn't really have a reason for that guess though, it just felt like Dominick.
The arms that caught you lifted you up and carried you bridal-style. Judging by the lankiness of the man holding you, you were right to guess it was Carisi. The two men were exchanging words but you didn't really register what they were saying- your brain reduced to mush for the moment.
Dominick set you down amongst the pillows on the bed and you felt his weight dip the bed a few inches away. You curled against his side and he chuckled- a pleasing low rumble. You blindly reached a hand out in the other direction for Barba.
"Daddy." You whimpered. He appeared at your side, taking your hand in his and sitting on the bed. You beamed in his general direction.
Carisi slotted himself against your side and you felt his hardness press against your hip.
"Wait, you didn't come, Dominick." You complained, your senses coming back to you somewhat.
"Don't worry about that, princess." Dominick reassured you. You made a face and you heard Barba chuckle and probably roll his eyes.
You rolled on top of Carisi and straddled his waist.
"Really you don't have to-" He started but you cut him off with a finger on his lips.
"I want to." You admitted and pulled his jeans and boxers down and he kicked them the rest of the way off.
You climbed back up his body and pressed a kiss to his lips.
"If it's alright with your daddy." Carisi shot a look at Barba.
"I'm feeling generous tonight." Rafa smirked. "Go ahead."
You didn't need to be told twice. You lifted your hips and lined the head of Carisi's cock up with your entrance. You lowered yourself slowly onto his length, tossing your head back at the sensation as you did. Your own wetness mixed with Rafael's come slicked the way easily. Dom's hands found their way to the globes of your ass, lifting and dropping you on his cock.
Dominick seemed torn between watching the faces you made and watching your tits bounce while you rode him. He thumbed circles over your clit and you cried out.
You glanced over to the other side of the bed and Barba was propped up on one elbow watching intently where Dominick disappeared inside of you. Rafa had his cock in his hand surprisingly already hard again, stroking lazily.
You leaned down to whisper in Carisi's ear.
"I have a sneaking suspicion that Barba likes watching us." You grinned mischievously. "Look at him."
Dom followed your gaze to meet Rafael's eyes but neither man seemed put off by it at all. You continued to work your hips with Carisi's thumb on your clit.
"Look at him." You repeated for only Dominick to hear. You made another risk/benefit analysis quickly in your head. Fuck it .
"Maybe next time I could watch you two together." You suggested loud enough for both men to hear. "I wonder what you look like with daddy's cock in your mouth, Sir."
The next thing you knew Carisi's hips stilled and he was coming inside you with a series of low grunts, his come painting your inner walls and mixing with Rafael's.
You glanced over at Barba, who was furiously working his cock in his hand.
You stayed on top of Carisi and once he got his bearings back, he resumed the circles on your clit.
You reached your peak easily enough after that, coming with both of their names on your lips and Dominick still inside of you. You collapsed on Carisi's sweaty chest and his fingers stroked up and down your side tenderly. You opened your eyes just in time to watch Rafael's face as he shot over his fist with a wordless pant. Your pussy gave a valiant twitch.
The three of you laid there like that for a few moments, catching your breath in silence.
"Think that was a good enough show?" Barba muttered the question. Carisi's fingers stilled against your skin.
"Hmm?" Your mush brain was confused.
Oh, right. The camera, the act, the op.
Your stomach turned and you rolled off of Carisi, your bare feet finding the floor.
You padded back to your dress and began to tug it on.
None of that was supposed to be real.
You might vomit. Their come was still dripping out of you for fuck's sake. Barba's come was still fucking cooling on his stomach.
You wandered into the attached bathroom. Man, you were a sight. Your mascara was running down your face and your hair was a complete mess. You cleaned yourself up as best you could and tried not to think about what just all happened.
None of you spoke while the men pulled their clothes back on and cleaned up enough to be presentable. The tension in the room was palpable.
Marcus was outside the door with a smirk on his face when you all left the room. Carisi parted from you and Barba with casual goodbyes as if he hadn't been inside of you like twenty minutes prior.
Rafael escorted you out of the club with a protective arm around your waist the entire time. Or should you call him just Barba again? You forced yourself to remember that this was all fake for him.
He guided you into the back of another town car. The ride back to your apartment building was silent besides the same trashy pop songs from the ride to the club. You chose to just stare out the window at the Manhattan nightlife.
The car pulled up to your building after what seemed like an agonizingly long time. Barba got out and held the door open for you. He walked you to the door of your building.
He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek and squeezed your arm gently.
"See you Monday, detective."
Fuck your life.
… you had one hell of a report to write up.
