The Detective's Reflection - part 3

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‘You know,’ Detective Dawson says as he leans in close, ‘you look even more beautiful when you’re being interrogated.’ His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You try to maintain your composure, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult with each passing moment. The detective’s suggestive words and dominating presence are making it impossible for you to think straight. Detective Dawson takes a step back and looks you up and down. ‘I want you to change into something more … appropriate for our little chat.’ He hands you a revealing outfit – a tight, short black dress that barely covers your ass and a pair of black heels with ankle straps. ‘What is this?’ you ask, your voice trembling. ‘It’s what you’ll be wearing for the rest of our interrogation,’ Detective Dawson replies with a smirk. ‘Now go change.’ You hesitate for a moment before heading to the bathroom to change. The dress is so short that it barely covers your panties, and the heels make you feel even more exposed and vulnerable. When you emerge from the bathroom, Detective Dawson’s eyes widen with approval. ‘Perfect,’ he says, his voice low and commanding. ‘Now come here.’ You approach him cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. He grabs your wrists and cuffs them behind your back, making you feel even more helpless. ‘I want the truth this time,’ Detective Dawson growls. ‘And I won’t stop until I get it.’ He begins to ask questions about the crime scene, his tone growing increasingly suggestive as he speaks. With each question, your arousal builds, making it harder for you to focus on anything other than his dominating presence. Detective Dawson notices your growing excitement and decides to take advantage of it. He moves behind you, running his hands up your bare legs and over your hips. You gasp as he cups your breasts, squeezing them firmly through the thin fabric of the dress. ‘Tell me what happened,’ Detective Dawson whispers in your ear. ‘And maybe I’ll let you cum.’ You struggle to speak, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he continues to fondle your breasts. Finally, you manage to stammer out the details of the crime scene, your voice barely above a whisper. Detective Dawson smirks in satisfaction as he releases your breasts and steps back. ‘Good girl,’ he praises. ‘Now let’s see how obedient you really are.’ He unzips his pants, revealing his hard cock to you. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, and you can’t help but feel a surge of excitement course through your body. Detective Dawson grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eye. ‘Suck my cock,’ he commands. ‘And don’t stop until I say so.’ You hesitate for a moment before leaning forward and taking his cock into your mouth. You begin to suck on it, your tongue swirling around the head as you take more of him in with each passing second. Detective Dawson moans in pleasure, his grip on your chin tightening as he thrusts his hips forward. As you continue to suck his cock, Detective Dawson reaches around and starts to play with your clit through the thin fabric of your dress. You moan around his cock, the combination of sensations sending you over the edge. You cum hard, your body shaking with pleasure as you continue to suck him off. Detective Dawson pulls out of your mouth and cums all over your face, leaving you breathless and covered in his semen. He uncuffs you and helps you to your feet, smiling down at you with a look of satisfaction. ‘You did well,’ he says, running his fingers through your hair. ‘But don’t think this is over.’ With that, he leaves the interrogation room, leaving you standing there in your revealing dress and heels, wondering what the future holds for you under Detective Dawson’s dominating rule.

‘You did well,’ he says, running his fingers through your hair. ‘But don’t think this is over.’ With that, he leaves the interrogation room, leaving you standing there in your revealing dress and heels, wondering what the future holds for you under Detective Dawson’s dominating rule.

Your heart races as you hear the door lock behind him. You know that he has complete control over you now, and there’s nothing you can do to stop him. The thought of it both terrifies and arouses you in equal measure.

A few days later, your phone rings. It’s Detective Dawson.

‘YN,’ he says, his voice low and threatening. ‘I need you to come back to the station.’

You hesitate for a moment, but then remember the power he holds over you. Reluctantly, you agree to meet him.

When you arrive at the police station, Detective Dawson is waiting for you in the interrogation room. He’s wearing his usual suit, but there’s something different about him today. He seems more intense, more focused.

‘Take off your clothes,’ he commands as soon as you enter the room.

Your heart skips a beat, but you do as he says. Slowly, you undress until you’re standing before him in nothing but your underwear.

Detective Dawson circles you like a predator, his eyes raking over your body. ‘Turn around,’ he orders.

You obey, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he inspects every inch of you. Finally, he stops in front of you and looks into your eyes.

‘You’re mine now,’ he says, his voice cold and unyielding. ‘And I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.’

Without warning, he grabs you by the arm and pushes you onto the interrogation table. Your heart races as he cuffs your hands behind your back, making you feel even more helpless and vulnerable.

Detective Dawson steps back and admires his handiwork. You can see the hunger in his eyes as he takes in your bound body, laid out before him like a feast.

‘Spread your legs,’ he commands.

You hesitate for a moment, but then do as he says. As you open your legs, Detective Dawson moves closer, running his fingers along the inside of your thighs. You shiver at his touch, both terrified and aroused by his dominance.

Suddenly, he thrusts into you from behind, causing you to gasp in surprise and pleasure. He starts to move slowly at first, savoring every moment as he claims you as his own.

‘You like this, don’t you?’ he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘You like being under my control.’

You can’t help but nod your head in agreement. The truth is, you do like it. You’ve never felt more alive than when you’re with Detective Dawson, submitting to his every desire.

As he continues to thrust into you, Detective Dawson reaches around and starts to play with your clit. You moan in pleasure as the sensations build within you, your body trembling with anticipation.

‘I’m going to make you cum,’ he says, his voice harsh and demanding. ‘And when you do, you’re going to scream my name.’

With that, he increases his pace, pounding into you with a ferocity that takes your breath away. You can feel the pressure building inside of you, your orgasm drawing closer with each thrust.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. With a loud cry, you cum hard, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. As you scream Detective Dawson’s name, he too reaches his climax, filling you with his hot seed.

You collapse onto the table, spent and exhausted. Detective Dawson pulls out of you and uncuffs your hands, helping you to your feet. He smiles down at you with satisfaction as he does up the buttons on his pants.