[Note: This short story originated as a text roleplay with a member of another community I'm part of, but she is no longer on Reddit.]

Dominic entered the room, his eyes instantly drawn to Isabella’s bound figure. She knew she looked good tied up, and by the way his gaze roamed over her, from her parted lips to her neck and breasts, down to her taut stomach pulled tight by the ropes, he appreciated it too. It was an unsettling realization for her — knowing that he would likely fuck her, and that she had wanted him to before realizing who he truly was. She had thought it was just a little kinky to take the edge off a tough case, but now, she was the case.

He approached her, placing a finger on her sternum and trailing it down her stomach. She sharply inhaled at his touch, but tried to mask her reaction.

“I’m going to make this a pleasant experience for you,” he said, his voice earnest. Isabella rolled her eyes. "How ‘bout you untie me first, then we’ll see if I can have a ‘pleasant’ experience?” she retorted. He chuckled calmly. “It’ll be good, Isabella. I want you to relax.”

He opened a drawer nearby, slipping on latex gloves before retrieving a small bottle and needle. The bottle read "bremelanotide," an unfamiliar word to her, but her questioning glance prompted him to explain.

"Viagra for women. Don’t worry, I won’t overdose you," he added with a wink.

Without much warning, he filled the syringe and, gripping her lower back, jabbed it into her abdomen. Isabella gasped at the sudden intrusion but found it wasn’t unbearable. As long as he didn’t knock her out, she didn’t care what drug he used.

He let go of her. “It’ll take about 25 minutes to kick in. I’ll be back.” And with that, Dominic left the room.

As soon as he was gone, Isabella’s eyes darted to her bag by the door, weighing her options. Voice activation, she realized. She quietly whispered “Siri,” waiting for the subtle buzz from her purse. After several tries, she heard the acknowledgment. Whispering with the faintest of breaths, she said, “Send GPS coordinates to work.” She heard the buzz of confirmation, her heart pounding with triumph. “Fucking got him,” she whispered to herself, relaxing a bit in the restraints, biting her lip in satisfaction. He thought he was so clever, but he’d overlooked the simplest thing — her phone. Fucking yes.

Minutes later, she heard his footsteps approaching. The ropes around her wrists weren’t exactly comfortable, but she’d endured worse. From the case files, she knew Dominic’s MO — he liked to play out a sort of twisted date with his victims. And she was aware of his obsession with her. Most importantly, she knew help was on the way. All she had to do was stall. Whether the flutter in her stomach was nerves or arousal, she wasn’t sure anymore. But she decided she might as well enjoy it.

Dominic returned, this time carrying a bag. He slid a desk toward her, providing enough room for her to sit, kneel, or stand. “I told you I’d make this pleasant,” he repeated, pulling an actual vibrator from his bag. Isabella’s eyes widened.

“Are you serious?” she muttered, caught off guard.

He grabbed her legs, positioning her in a wide kneeling stance, and clamped her calves down onto the desk with metal bands she hadn’t noticed. So much for strangling him with my legs like in the movies. Dominic then undressed and joined her on the desk, kneeling in front of her.

It wasn’t until his hand brushed against her nipples that she jolted back to reality, suddenly aware of how aroused she really was. She wanted him to touch her, to stimulate her breasts, and her lips parted in response. He obliged, his hands tracing the curves of her stomach and back as his tongue circled her breasts, teasing and tormenting her with calculated precision.

Her chest jutted forward involuntarily, her body tingling with sensations she hadn’t expected. He alternated between licking, kneading, and sucking, occasionally looking up into her eyes with what seemed like genuine tenderness. Isabella found herself staring intently at him, straining against the ropes, torn between wanting to escape and wanting more.

Then, the buzz of the vibrator filled the air. Her eyes widened as it pressed under her skirt, touching her clit. She leaped up as far as her restraints would allow, letting out a deep, animalistic groan. Dominic straightened, grabbing her throat, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Control yourself, Detective Moreau. Here it comes again.”

Another deep moan escaped her, guttural and primal. As she tried to pull away, he let go of her throat and slipped two fingers inside her, holding them still. Hands bound, legs locked down, a vibrator against her clit, and his fingers deep within her, she felt utterly possessed. And yet, with an intense inner thrill, she knew she was in control; behind the scenes, she was owning him. His comeuppance was on the way.

Her breathing slowed, and she could feel it building, the inevitable climax. Dominic’s voice, calm and steady, coaxed her along. “That’s it, that’s it. You’re going to cum, and I’m going to feel it.”

Isabella found herself nodding, repeating his words. “I’m gonna cum… you’re gonna feel it… you're gonna fucking feel it....”

She almost resisted, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but it was too late. “Oh fuck… fuck fuck… fuaannnghh!”

Her body convulsed, chest rising and falling rapidly, as the orgasm ripped through her. She felt the spasms in every part of her body, her mouth twisted in a silent scream as her womanhood clenched around his fingers. Dominic grinned, proud of his work. “I feel it,” he said softly. “That’s real good, babe. Does it feel good?”

Isabella moaned through clenched teeth, her body shaking as he kept the vibrator in place, prolonging her ecstasy beyond what she could handle. Finally, he relented, tossing the device aside. Her body slumped, breasts heaving, slick with sweat.

Dominic wasn’t finished. He positioned himself, lifting her slightly and spreading her thighs with his knees. Holding her waist, he entered her with his cock, looking into her eyes with unflinching intensity. Isabella gasped, her body far from recovered from her orgasm. But she wanted him. Wanted to be taken, to take him in.

“Fuck me now,” she demanded in a hoarse gasp.

With steady precision, he thrust deep inside her, his hands roaming over her body as she squirmed, the ropes allowing just enough movement to make her feel powerful, even in her submission.

As her eyes rolled up, she grinned at the ceiling, reveling in the knowledge that she won. The cavalry was on the way. She would be the hero. The youngest chief of police at 35. This was all about to end.

Dominic pulled out his phone, showing her a series of messages she had sent, boasting about how close she was to solving the case. "You were closer than you thought."

Isabella grinned. "Yeah.... yeah you really got me, Dominic. Fuck."

He smiled, placing the phone down.

Isabella’s eyes narrowed at him.

"What are you gonna do to me, Dom? Gonna choke me like the others?" she asked, her voice full of spite.

He smiled calmly, running his hand down her face. He ignored her question, all the while continuing to gently thrust up into her to keep himself hard.

"The cops should be arriving now," he added.

Her eyes widened, a jolt of adrenaline flooding her body.

Huh? Why would he say that?

"What…" she blurted out, stupidly.

He smiled calmly and shook his head. “No, no, not arriving here, of course. Your GPS signal was routed through several diversion points. They’ll be showing up at one of my safe houses 15 miles away. But don’t worry,” he continued, vaguely pointing around the room at the light fixtures. “Everything here is being streamed on the dark web. Your colleagues will see it soon enough. They’ll know what happened to you, and how you liked it, too.”

As Isabella processed what he was saying and glanced frantically around the room, he grabbed her throat and forced eye contact. "And they’ll know how you die. How will you die, Isabella?"

Her heart raced, panic creeping into her mind as she gulped within his grip. “You… you’re a fucking—hrk!”

He squeezed tighter. "This is it," he said, his voice disturbingly calm as Isabella tried to twist away in her restraints. "This is your end. Are you ready?"

Dominic released her throat, leaving her gasping for breath. Her mind was spinning as she tried to make sense of the situation, her brain fighting to find a way out. The man in front of her wasn’t following the patterns she had carefully studied; something was different, unpredictable.

Her eyes flickered around the room, searching for a weapon, an exit, anything. Her breathing quickened as he reached down and pulled out a long, thick meta spike, almost like a long thin tent stake. She froze, panic surging as he calmly set it on the table next to her. Maybe he was going to torture here, or... or.... was he was going to kill her?

oh god!

She wasn’t ready.

“Dominic, w-wait,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Hang on, you d-don’t have to do this.”

Dominic paused for a moment, studying her with an almost affectionate gaze. "Shh," he whispered, silencing her instantly. Isabella’s heart pounded wildly as he leaned back and positioned the spike just under her sternum. Her mind raced through the possibilities. Could she talk her way out of this? Could she buy herself some time? oh god, Isabella... think! fuck!

But Dominic didn’t speak. He simply smiled, took a deep breath, and, without another word, gripped the small of her back with one hand and amidst her frantic protest—"Stop-stop-no-sto-………."—shoved with the other hand. Hard.

Isabella’s eyes went wide as her scream was cut off, her mouth open in a silent gasp. She looked down in disbelief, watching in horror as the spike pierced through her body, blood splattering on her bare stomach and dripping onto the table. She jerked violently in the restraints, her body convulsing as the cold metal lodged deep inside her.

Dominic leaned in, his face inches from hers, and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze. He studied her reeling expression intently, relishing the raw emotion in her eyes—rage, fear, pain, and most of all disbelief. She let out a stifled grunt, her body trembling as the reality of her fate sank in, literally. Her mind was a mess of confusion, the tightness in her chest spreading as her blood began to pool around her.

He smiled, his hand tracing her jaw as he spoke softly. “That’s it… you can’t stand it, can you?”

Isabella’s body twitched involuntarily, her thoughts growing increasingly disjointed. She wasn’t in control anymore. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Her chest tightened with an impossible pressure as her vision blurred, a low rasp escaping her lips.

Still inside her, Dominic leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Let go, Isabella. Let it wash over you.”

She blinked rapidly, her eyes widening in desperate denial. This couldn’t be happening to her, not now, not like this. She was the best. She was supposed to win.

Her body spasmed again, the pressure in her chest finally giving way as another orgasm hit unexpectedly. Her pussy clenched around Dominic’s cock, a weak contraction compared to earlier, but it sent shudders through her dying body. Dominic breathed deeply through it, savoring the final moments of her life, whispering to her as she faded.

“Yes, there it is, the final death…” His voice trailed off.

i don’t lose! i can’t… this isn’t… i came, god, oh! god fuck…what… nnghtkjluyb

Isabella’s eyes lost focus, and her mind disintegrated into a fog of primal images and sensations: unthinking panic, rage, forced pleasure. Her rigid body relaxed, interrupted only by a jerk here, or a spasm there. Dominic watched her very closely, holding her up by the chin and looking into her eyes as they glazed over. His own mouth opened slightly as he relished the feeling of her pussy's fading contractions around his cock. Not as intense as her first that evening, but sweeter for him. He tensed and ejaculated inside of her. As his own orgasm subsided, he would occasionally thrust or stimulate her breasts for signs of life. Isabella’s reactions faded quickly – the powerful jerks and spasms first melted into twitches, and then nothing. While he was still inside of her, she became now an extension of himself — the woman who hunted him, whose whole life led to becoming a conquered creature enveloped around his cock, now a symbol of his power, the rest of her body bound or impaled by the other elements of his controlling genius. He grabbed her tousled hair into a bunch and gently lifted up her head. Her jaw was slackened and her eyes stared vacantly at the void, behind them nothing but overstressed brain matter. "You were good, but not good enough." It was fascinating to see her like this, to have her like this, vanquished in a manner she’d never have admitted was possible.

Leaving the rod firmly lodged in Isabellas body, Dominic replayed her press conference from the previous day, where she looked so hot and confident in her SWAT gear as she boasted to the press about her exploits and predicted the imminent closure of this case.

“Look at you now,” he muttered.

Indeed, detective Isabella Moreau had found the killer.