Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Suspicious drug smuggler

"You can bring in the prisoner now," Sam shouted through the closed door.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants and tried to regain control over her increased heart rate. She and Gabriel had played a few times, but this was new because Misha was there.

Both were actors who could perfectly convey their roles, and Samantha had to try not to embarrass herself. She was nervous, even if it was just a game.

Misha was part of them now, in the figurative sense ... on a sexual basis. No, they hadn't made him their sex slave but their playmate.

The most necessary thing was to talk to each other so that everyone could respond to each other's wishes and needs.

Even though Samantha was in charge, that didn't mean she was saying something, and the others had to obey. That she only did with her husband.

It was Gabriel's idea. Sam was pretty sure that the first time she was with Misha, he'd agreed only for her sake. Even though both of them spoke the following day and jerked each other off, she couldn't shake off the feeling that it bothered him a little bit. But they'd talked about it and eliminated all doubts –– Gabriel and his wife and then all three. Her husband had then sought the conversation with her to find out if he was perhaps bisexual.

In his former life, he had a few male acquaintances ... or rather, little adventures, but he couldn't tell his wife that. Or? Besides, that was so ... so damn long ago he could barely remember. He felt attracted to Misha and also found him handsome. But the answer to whether he could imagine going further, he left open.

The door opened, and Gabriel led Misha in, handcuffed. He wore orange prison clothes, which was the first thing Samantha couldn't help grinning.

"Detective," Gabe said sternly, pushing Misha forward a bit. "Prisoner Collins for the investigation."

She nodded to her husband once before standing in front of her friend.

"Thanks, Officer. You know why you're here?" Sam asked, and Misha's eyes became as big as plates when he learned what to expect. "We got a hint and assumed you're involved in a tricky thing to smuggle illegal drugs. You'll undergo a thorough examination, and I'll scrutinize every part of your body. Furthermore, my ministry prescribes a thorough health check. To not question my authority –– I have a doctorate in medicine and know what I'm doing. My colleague, Officer Novak, will assist me."

Misha swallowed hard, his face expressing different emotions. Expectation, tension, and also arousal. Gabriel's eyes greedily shone because he liked the game already.

"Well, let's start. Officer, please release his handcuffs. I urge you to cooperate with us. Otherwise, we will be forced to use other methods that would be less enjoyable for you, and you'll only speak if the Officer or I ask you a question."

"Yes, Detective," Misha muttered obediently and took a deep breath.

"I'd like to ask you to strip down to your underwear and put your clothes neatly on the table," Sam demanded, turning to the cupboard to get gloves, a stethoscope, and a penlight. "I must thoroughly examine your hair to ensure you don't hide anything."

Misha couldn't help but moan slightly as her fingers brushed his hair, scratching his scalp, down to the back of his neck. She knew that would relax him and smirked a little. After listening to his chest, shining in his eyes, mouth, and ears, and measuring his blood pressure, he was asked to sit on the treatment couch to check his reflexes. Gabriel closely watched all this.

"So far, so good," she said, putting on the gloves and asking him to remove his remaining clothes.

Embarrassed, he turned his gaze to the floor, held his hands protectively in front of his crotch, and cleared his throat.