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The Detective's Reflection - part 2
You’re led back into the interrogation room by Detective Dawson, who locks the door behind you. He sits down across from you and leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, ‘I know what you want, and I can give it to you if you cooperate.’
Your heart races, and you feel a mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. You’re not sure how much longer you can resist the temptation of giving in to your desires.
Detective Dawson pulls out a chair and motions for you to sit down. ‘Let’s continue where we left off, shall we?’ he says with a smirk.
As the questioning resumes, you become increasingly aroused by Detective Dawson’s dominance. He leans in close, his body language assertive and controlling. You can’t help but feel drawn to him, your secret kink fueling your desire to submit to his every whim.
Detective Dawson notices the change in your demeanor and decides to push you further. ‘Tell me more about what you saw that night,’ he says, his voice low and commanding. ‘And don’t leave out any details.’
You find yourself revealing more information than you intended, possibly implicating yourself in some way. Detective Dawson uses this knowledge to his advantage, manipulating you into performing oral sex on him while he dominates you verbally, telling you what a good girl you are for cooperating.
During the interrogation, you become more assertive, asking Detective Dawson to touch you and tell you what he wants you to do. You blur the line between interrogation and seduction, openly admitting your desires and begging him to fulfill them.
Detective Dawson is only too happy to oblige. He has you bent over the interrogation table, your hands cuffed behind your back, as he enters you from behind. He uses the power dynamic to his advantage, dominating and controlling you while you surrender to your desires.
As the chapter comes to a close, Detective Dawson is still thrusting into you, his grip on your hips tightening as he nears climax. You can’t help but wonder what this experience will mean for your future and whether you’ll ever be able to return to your old life after crossing this line.
You feel Detective Dawson’s grip on your hips tighten as he thrusts into you harder, faster, and deeper from behind. You can’t help but moan with pleasure as he dominates you verbally, telling you how much he enjoys dominating you and how you’re such a good girl for submitting to him.
‘You know you want this, don’t you?’ Detective Dawson asks, his voice deep and commanding. ‘You like being dominated by me.’
‘Yes, sir,’ you respond breathlessly. ‘I can’t help it. I love how you control me.’
The words leave your lips before you have a chance to think about them, but they’re true. You’ve never felt more alive than when Detective Dawson is using his power and authority to dominate you in this way.
As if reading your thoughts, Detective Dawson reaches around and starts to play with your clit while he continues to thrust into you from behind. The dual sensation of his hard cock inside you and his fingers on your sensitive nub sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ Detective Dawson asks, his voice dripping with satisfaction. ‘You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? You love being used like this.’
‘Yes, sir,’ you moan in response, your hips bucking against him as you try to get closer to the edge of orgasm. ‘I can’t help it. I need it.’
Detective Dawson chuckles darkly and increases his pace, driving into you with even more force. You feel like you’re losing control, but that only seems to excite him more. He leans forward, pressing his body against yours as he grunts with each thrust.
‘You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?’ Detective Dawson asks, his breath hot against your ear. ‘You’re going to let go and surrender completely.’
‘Yes, sir,’ you whimper, feeling the first waves of orgasm beginning to build inside you. ‘I’m going to come. I can’t stop it.’
Detective Dawson growls with pleasure and increases his pace even more, pounding into you relentlessly as you both approach climax. You feel your body tense up, every muscle clenching as the intense pleasure builds to a crescendo.
‘That’s it,’ Detective Dawson encourages. ‘Let go. Give me everything you’ve got.’
With a loud cry, you finally succumb to the orgasm that’s been building within you, your body shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. Detective Dawson grunts with satisfaction and pulls out of you, spilling his seed onto your backside as he does so.
As the haze of pleasure begins to clear, you become aware of your surroundings once more. You’re still bent over the interrogation table, your hands cuffed behind your back, with Detective Dawson standing behind you, breathing heavily from his exertion.
The reality of what just happened hits you like a ton of bricks, and you can’t help but wonder what this experience will mean for your future. Will you ever be able to return to your old life after crossing this line? Or are you destined to forever live in the shadow of Detective Dawson’s dominance?