It’s late, and the flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows through the blinds of the interrogation room. The scent of stale coffee and something more primal hangs heavy in the air. I’m here because I got caught, and now it’s just you and me, alone in this claustrophobic room. The tension is palpable, almost a living thing between us.

I strut in, handcuffed, with that cocky smirk on my face, acting like I’m the one in control. But we both know better. Your eyes, dark and defiant, meet mine, and I can see the flicker of fear beneath that arrogant facade. I take my seat across from you, the metal chair cold against my skin, and you lean back, crossing your legs slowly, letting your skirt ride up just enough to make me wonder.

“So,” you begin, your voice low and husky, “you think you’re pretty smart, don’t you? Getting caught with your hands in places they shouldn’t be.”

I shrug, trying to play it cool. “Just a misunderstanding, Officer. I’m sure we can work something out.”

You laugh, a harsh, mocking sound that makes me shift in my seat. “Oh, we’ll work something out, alright. But it’s going to be on my terms.”

My eyes narrow, but the spark of arousal in them betrays me. I know this game, and I’m more than willing to play. You stand up, slowly walking around the table, letting your fingers trail along the surface, your gaze never leaving mine. You stop right behind me, leaning down to whisper in my ear, your breath hot against my skin.

“You’re going to tell me everything,” you murmur, your lips almost touching my earlobe. “And you’re going to enjoy every minute of it.”

Before I can respond, you yank my head back by my hair, your other hand roughly grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at you. The sudden aggression makes me gasp, and I can see your pupils dilate with a mix of fear and desire. You smirk, releasing me just as quickly, and I slump back, breathing heavily.

“Strip,” you command, your tone leaving no room for argument.

I hesitate for a moment, but the heat in your eyes makes my resistance crumble. I start to undress, slowly at first, then faster as the tension in the room builds. You watch, your gaze roaming over my body like a predator eyeing its prey. When I’m finally naked, you push me down onto the chair, my hands still cuffed behind me.

“Spread your legs,” you order, and I comply, my cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and excitement.

You kneel down, your face inches from my crotch, and I can feel your hot breath on my skin. You reach into your pocket, pulling out a small, powerful vibrator. My eyes widen, but I don’t protest. I know better than to argue with you.

You press the vibrator against my clit, the sudden sensation making me jerk and moan. You chuckle, a dark, satisfied sound. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling helpless and exposed?”

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as you tease me, bringing me to the edge but not letting me fall. You love seeing me like this, vulnerable and begging. You pull the vibrator away just as I’m about to come, making me whimper in frustration.

“Please,” I beg, my voice a desperate whine. “Please, I need to come.”

You laugh, a cruel, mocking sound. “Not yet. You need to earn it.”

You switch tactics, using your fingers to explore me, your touch rough and demanding. You push two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that makes me see stars. I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily as you fuck me with your fingers, your eyes locked on mine.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, you stop, pulling your fingers out and smirking at my desperate, pleading expression. “You want more? You’ll have to work for it.”

You stand up, unbuttoning your uniform slowly, letting me watch as you reveal your body inch by inch. My eyes are glued to you, my arousal almost palpable. When you’re finally naked, you straddle me, grinding against me, letting me feel how wet you are.

“You’re going to make me come,” you whisper, your lips brushing against mine. “And then, maybe, I’ll let you.”

You kiss me hard, your tongue invading my mouth, as you reach down and guide yourself onto me. I groan into your mouth, the sensation overwhelming. You ride me hard and fast, your nails digging into my shoulders, your moans mingling with mine.

I’m helpless beneath you, unable to do anything but take what you give me. You use me, your pleasure the only thing that matters. And when you finally let yourself come, it’s with a scream that echoes through the room, your body shuddering with the force of it.

I’m not far behind, my own release ripping through me as you milk every last drop from me. We collapse together, both of us panting and sweaty, the room filled with the scent of sex and something more dangerous.

You lean in, your lips brushing against my ear. “You’re mine now,” you murmur. “And don’t you forget it.”

I can only nod, my body still buzzing with aftershocks. This is only the beginning, and we both know it’s going to be a wild ride. But neither of us would have it any other way.

Kinks: rough sex, bondage, orgasm control, edging, humiliation, power play, huge cocks, creampies, free use, face fucking, forced orgasms, breeding

Limits: toilet play, vomit, ass to mouth, pet play, odors/musk, smegma, f/f

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P.S. I write in third person, past tense, and my length is flexible.Slide into my dms and let’s get this story started.