I reach for my belt, unclipping the handcuffs. Her eyes flick to them, curiosity and amusement sparking.
“Are you going to arrest me,Sheriff Alvarez?”
God, I love it when she calls me that. Her voice is like velvet, teasing me. Fucking intoxicating.
“Is that what you want, Mrs. Alvarez? Have you been breaking the law?”
I move around her, clasping one cuff around her wrist.
“So many laws,” she breathes. “I need to be punished.”
If anyone is on the other side of this door, they probably think they’re listening to a cheesy porn, but I don’t give a shit. I’m just weak enough to admit, this totally does it for me. And she knows it.
“Don’t worry, querida mía, I’ll punish you so good.” I tell her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’ve been a bad girl, dragging a law enforcement official behind closed doors, against his will.”
Her laughter fills the room. “Against your will? Hardly. What are you going to do about it?” She raises her brow in challenge but her body is already more pliable against mine.
I grab the wrist that’s cuffed and press it up against the wall and lean closer, my lips hovering just above hers. “Do you want me to fully cuff you? Restrain you where you can’t move?”
She nods as her body curves to me. “Yes,” she says breathlessly. “I need it.”
In one fluid motion, I spin her to face the wall, and cuff her other wrist, just like I did when I actually arrested her.She tests the restraint, and looks at me over her shoulder,her smirk growing.
“Did you wear this dress for easy access?” I start lifting the hem, letting my hands drag over the round of her ass.
She responds by sticking it out further.
“You know I did.” She moans as I drag her thong down and let a finger glide at the center of her pussy.”
“Tan mojada que eres.”(You’re so wet)
Her legs begin to shake. “Dominic, baby, give me what I want.”
With her dress gathered at her waist, I let my hands wander around her hips and to the front, near her pussy, but not close enough.
“Beg, more querida mía.”
“Please,” she squirms.
I tug on the cuffs, forcing her to arch back. “If I fuck you in here, you have to be quiet.”
“I can be quiet,” she sighs.
My head shakes, and even though she can’t see me, I know she feels the movement.
“I don’t think you can. That mouth of yours doesn’t know how to be quiet.”
The panties she was wearing are in my pocket, so I retrieve them. “Open those pretty red lips for me.”
She does it without hesitation, letting me stuff her mouth full of lace.
The sight of her cuffed and gagged, her body trembling with anticipation, sends a surge of heat straight through me. I take a steadying breath, my fingers grazing the curve of her ass as I lean in close to whisper against her ear. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” I murmur low and husky. “You better hope no one catches us because I can’t have anyone seeing my wife in this state.” She writhes, fighting the cuffs. “Can’t let anyone find out what a filthy girl you are. No panties, cuffed, pussy so wet it’s running down your legs.”
She lets out a muffled whimper, her body pressing back against mine, begging.
Her muffled protests vibrate against the lace in her mouth, her wrists straining lightly against the cuffs. I smile, knowing she's not going anywhere—and knowing she loves every second of this.
“Patience, querida mía.” My hands glide over her hips, brushing close to where she aches but not giving in. “You know I like taking my time.”
