Detective Sergeant Mackenzie nodded to her colleague as she followed him into the small interview room. She paused and took a sharp intake of breath when she saw the suspect.

A glimpse of the dark tribal tattoo on the side of his neck made her stop in her tracks. She closed her eyes briefly before turning to her colleague.

"I'll take this one," she said coolly to her colleague.

He looked at her confused for a second.

“Sarge, that goes against protocol,” he said, a questioning look on his face.

“I said, I'll take this one, DC Carter,” she said authoritatively. Hesitantly, he nodded before leaving the room.

"Oh and do not come in here until I say so. No matter what happens," she said, glaring at him, daring him to question her again.

Her colleague moved his mouth to protest once more, but his superior gave him a look that made him think better of it before leaving the room.

She inhaled slowly before making eye contact with the suspect. The room was dimly lit, but she clearly remembered the contours of his rugged face. That tattoo. She always hated neck tattoos.

He smiled back with a knowing look. An acknowledgement that he remembered her too.

The best fuck of her life. Raw, unrelenting, pure, animalistic sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Just what she needed. Those unforgettable memories from that night still whirled around her mind on her evenings alone. And there were plenty of those. This one off encounter was years ago, but she had not experienced anything like it since.

As though hypnotised by his presence, DS Mackenzie moved slowly towards the table. She stopped the tape, turned the CCTV off and disabled the panic button. The suspect looked confused, his smile disappearing quickly.

"What are you doing?" He asked, a slightly panicked tone in his voice.

Upon hearing his voice she smoothed down her black pencil skirt and drew in a deep breath. Exhaling softly and flicking her head back, she spoke in a calm but assertive voice.

"You may have had the power the last time we met. But I am the one in control now," She said, pausing on the word control and pulling out her handcuffs.

His eyes flickered with fear.

She strutted slowly behind him. Bending over to pull his hands together behind his back, she leant over to talk in his ear.

"Bad guys like you need to be taught a lesson," she whispered, grazing his ear with her bottom lip.

He shuddered at her touch and winced as she grabbed his hands and roughly cuffed them. She walked in front of him and lowered her face inches away from his own. Pausing for a second, she remembered the sweet seductive taste of him on her lips.

"Do you understand?" She barked at him.

He nodded, his eyes gleaming with nervousness. He watched in disbelief as she stood back up and slipped her underwear off, dangling the lace black knickers over his face.

"Now you have to promise to be a good boy. A really good boy. Then I'll let you go." She said, a seductive smirk on her face.

She threw her knickers down and turned away from him. Shimmying up her pencil skirt, she slowly revealed her pert naked ass and placed her hands on the desk. She lifted her ass in the air.

"Eat me out. Now," she commanded.

He stared in disbelief and hesitated slightly before concentrating on steadying himself without the use of his hands. She reached behind and pushed his head into her, exhaling gently as she felt his tongue inside her.

She gripped the edge of the table with one arm and guided his head in and out rhythmically with the other. Getting faster and faster, she had to stop herself calling out as he flicked his tongue between her lips, bringing back all those wonderful memories from that night. Her eyes rolled back and she gripped harder onto the table, biting onto her arm to stop herself shouting out wildly.

It wasn't long before she was close to climaxing. Too afraid she could not control her voice as she orgasmed, she pushed his head away causing him to nearly lose his balance. She stood back up, turned around and pushed him back onto the chair.

Reaching down to unzip him, she stroked him gently.

"Poor guy. I bet you didn't realise all those years ago I was a good girl. A good girl that likes to catch guys like you," she whispered.

She stopped and lifted her pencil skirt up once more, straddling him on the chair, getting into position.

He stared at her, his cock throbbing uncontrollably. There was no denying the lust he had for her. Finally she guided his full and hard dick into her and she pushed down on him, not caring that her skirt ripped slightly.

She grabbed his face quickly as he went to call out in pleasure.

"Shut the fuck up!" She hissed, gripping his cheeks and moving her face closer.

She slid her hands around his neck and kissed him deeply, before pulling away and stared into his eyes.

"I can't stand bad boys like you, thinking you can do whatever the fuck you like. Taking whatever the fuck you like." She said, slowly riding him.

"Right now you're going to take this pussy and you're never going to forget it. Just like the first time. This is the best cunt you'll ever have. Don't. Ever. Forget. It," she said breathlessly.

With each of her final words she grinded onto his cock harder, her orgasm making her shudder and collapse on his shoulder.

She lifted herself away from his needy cock, smoothed her skirt down, picked up her knickers and tucked them into her bra.

His face looked at her desperately. She laughed mockingly.

“You didn't think I was going to let you cum inside me, did you?”

She removed the handcuffs and headed towards the door to leave.

"Wait!" He shouted whilst hastily zipping himself back in.

She stopped without looking back.

"Can I see you again?" He begged unashamedly.

She smiled to herself before exiting the room, leaving him desperate and throbbing for her.

"He can go." She called to get colleague as wife walked off quickly.

"But sarge-" Her colleague once again protested.

She waved him off before heading towards the bathroom.

Aware she had the bathroom to herself she entered a cubicle and slammed her hand onto the door, feeling frustrated with herself. How could she be stupid? At the same time she could still feel her pussy quivering from him being inside her. She reached to touch herself and was still wet. Closing her eyes she could still feel the fullness of him deep inside her. There was no denying she wished she could feel his cum dripping out of her right now.

"Fuck!" She yelled in frustration.

She yanked her underwear out of her bra and angrily pulled it back on.

She left the bathroom and headed back to the office at precisely the time he was escorted out. She stopped to look at him one last time, her eyes giving away her unfulfilled desire for him.

He returned her look with a smirk.

DS Mackenzie looked down and hurried back to the office, trying to not get too worked up at the thought that he might remember where she lived.