These following chapters includes the sensitive subject matter of revenge porn, being filmed without knowledge. I do not intent to make light of the situation, but this is where my muse took me and I'd like to share it with you.

If you do not feel comfortable reading about this please skip these parts.

The Mason's part will be on 3 Chapter, this one is quite explicit (If you read part one, you know where we're heading at, so be warned ahah)

Part 2

It was too much for Spencer who spit his drink. "What kind of woman asks that?" He said with incredulity. He was sure he had arrested them, no doubts now. They must be from that scam where the dude made young women think he was a producer and was in fact filming them without their knowledge and then distributing them on his porn website. They had arrested the couple a few years ago. A beautiful woman in her late 40s and a tall guy…

Mason laughed before answering "Women who like sex?" Spencer mmhed, doubtful. "Women who have a great partner who know how to pleasure them?" The detective casted a dark gaze to his superior who only laughed.

When they returned their attention to the screen, the man was coming back with what appeared to be a bottle of lube, a few condoms and a box of tissues. The woman was on her back, waiting for him. He dropped his stuff and pounced on her. "You can say what you want, the guy comes prepared." Joked Mason. A few seconds later, the couple was moving as one, soft moans escaping them both. They soon rolled on the side, face to face, never stopping kissing each other, long slow strokes. "You sure?" asked the man once more as he stopped moving, looking in his partner's eyes. Leo had to shift on his seat. It was so incredibly emotional, he felt like such an intruder. They might be felons but he could tell they were robbed of a very private and personal moment. They wondered a few times if some couples did not volunteer to be filmed then revisited their choice. For those two, he had no doubts that they knew nothing of the cameras. He was sure the couple would be mortified to know millions of people saw close-up shots of the man coaxing his fingers with lubrifiant and carefully preparing the woman.

Maybe it was the tenderness in every gesture from the man or the way he kept asking her if she was okay, if she liked what he was doing in a way that had nothing about stroking his ego but really making sure she was enjoying herself. She was moaning more softly, making low mmhh sounds that were completely at odds with what they were both used to see in adult movies. She was not faking anything. She seemed to marvel at the process while enjoying it, discovering something new and taking it in. After a while, she got more expressive. The man had been steadily preparing her for, he checked the time, around 20 minutes. The whole time, they kept a sensual slow rhythm.

Leo could see what the man was doing: arousing her but not too much, letting her enjoy something sweet and familiar while treading carefully with the novelty of his other actions. Leo felt privileged to witness that interaction. First, because he was learning a lot from the other man's actions and was eager to try them with his girlfriend. That dude sure had a lot of experiences around women, and anal sex. Leo had tried it a few times with a few women. He always had to coax them a bit into it and even though he made everything for them to enjoy the experience, he knew that they did it more to please him than themselves. He never had anyone enjoying it like that woman was. He even felt like the man would probably give her another orgasm like that. He was quite eager to see how he'll do it !

For the first time in his life, he was seeing a real couple making love. He had sometimes filmed himself, with his girlfriend's agreement, but those moments felt fake and different than their normal lovemaking. As terrible as he felt for the couple being filmed without knowing it, their lack of knowledge assured a very real moment. He knew from experience that filming himself added a thrill, a naughty side to the experiences that transpired in it by being more intense than usual. No, he loved seeing them so natural, tender and loving. They didn't hold back anything because they did not know better. Of course, poor them, they thought they were probably having a romantic, and private, getaway, their intimate moment only for the walls to witness…

"You sure you're ready?" Demanded the man, his voice not hiding very well his concern. The couple had been talking for a while, their exchange punctuated by low moans and praises, but they spoke so low, their faces only millimeters away from each other, that the two police officers couldn't understand what they were saying. The woman responded but once more they couldn't decipher what she said, her voice a murmur in her lover's ear. "Turn around, Babe." He then said. While she obliged, he didn't lose time to glove up and coat himself with a very large amount of lube. "Why are you putting a condom on?" asked the woman, as surprised as them. "If you don't like it, I want us to be able to enjoy it the regular way without risking giving you an infection." He said matter of factly, enticing an "Oh" from the three others party, all of them astonished by his readiness and mindfulness.

He joined her on the carpet once more, lying behind her. He pushed her left leg toward her chest before aligning them and slowly pushing in. "You okay?" he rose on his elbow to be able to watch her face. When she nodded, he started peppering kisses along her neck, moving her hair out of the way. He rocked into her, barely moving in and out. He kept on paying attention to neck and face. When he deemed her ready, he pushed some more, always gentle and careful. "OHHH" said the woman, loud and breathy. "You want me out?" He asked, starting to pull back. "God no!" She responded immediately. Satisfied, he started thrusting again, the ghost of a move like before. "It feels… You feel sooo big." She said in between moans. "It feels…" She said again, obviously at a loss for words describing the experience she was living. "Too intense?" He suggested. She only nodded. "Touch yourself. It'll help you." He demanded, guiding her hand toward her pelvis. "If you feel like pushing against me, don't resist, do it." She turned her head, surprised or taken aback, they couldn't really say with her face blurred. "Trust me, it'll help too, more than you think" He said, his voice soft and full of love. "I trust you." She responded, her voice firm, not leaving any doubt on where they stand. Once more Leo felt like he knew her, that tone, he had heard it before.

They saw that she did as instructed, her arms moving in a way that left no doubt at her actions. she was moaning louder and louder before screaming "Oh God!" Surprising them all. "Ok?" Asked the man, once more watching her face, worry obvious in his voice. "Please don't stop." She responded before adding "That's so good, I think I… Oh God, I'm about to come." The man chuckled. "Then come my love." She was breathing fast and heavy. "I don't want to, not yet."

Both detectives looked at each other, surprised by what the woman just said. She was refusing herself an orgasm to enjoy the experience some more. Mason made a mental note to congratulate the man once they'll find him, he sure deserved to! "Stop touching yourself, just for a moment, let the pressure drop." He instructed in her ear, barely loud enough for them to hear. His thrusts very quicker, harder but Mason could see he was still holding back a lot, focusing on her pleasure. "Oh God, Oh God, OOoohh!" She all but screamed. He snaked his arm underneath her neck, holding her tight against him while they kept making love, her whimpers more and more intense. She reached for the hand that was around her torso and resting against her shoulder, interlocking her fingers with his. "There!" Said the Commander while taking a screenshot of her watch on display for the first time. He quickly enhanced the image. The simple looking golden watch was in fact a Cartier. Leo let out a breath,

happy to finally have a solid clue. He was sure they'd be able to find the retailer and hopefully the person who bought it.

When he looked back at the screen with the couple, he had to take his gaze momentarily off. He felt horrible for them. They were violating their privacy, he couldn't see it any other way even if they meant good and only wanted to find a way for them not to have their face published. She was moaning in between praises, saying how good it felt in many different ways, her head thrashing from side to side. "I know it's intense, Babe. Let yourself go, I got you." The grey haired man said firmly, his arms tightening around her before he resumed kissing her neck and murmured "Let go, I got you, you're safe… Focus on the sensation, yeah, touch yourself, I got you, let go, you're safe, I got you, let go…" He was rambling those words again and again, letting both men know he was not faring so well himself and was close to his end. It worked though, she was now screaming in ecstasy, not holding anything back until they saw her whole body convulse. Leo had tears in his eyes. It was so rare to witness such a raw moment like that. He could tell she climaxed only because she felt absolutely secured in her lover's arms, with his voice reassuring. It seemed like an incredibly intense orgasm and he was sure tip-toeing around that abyss of pleasure was as frightening as exciting.

"Stop, stop, Andy, Stop." She yelled, pushing him from behind her. The man didn't say a word but did immediately as told. "You're okay?" he immediately fussed over her. "Too intense. Hold me, please, just hold me, Andy." She jumped like a salmon in a river and found her place on his chest, her head resting in his neck. "Give me a second and I'll do anything you want." She said, breathless. He chuckled and pointed to the now full condom "No need to worry". She erupted in giggles "Good" she said before laughing some more as the video finished.

"You guys called us?" Asked a grumpy voice behind them before the two men had even time to revisit what just happened and the fact that the name they heard the woman pronounce sounded more than familiar. "Oh God, Mason, don't tell me you called us to watch porn." Asked the old Major Crime detective, hands on his hips, looking not one bit amused. Behind his shoulder stood Sykes and Sanchez.