“Trust me,” he whispered against my lips before leading me to the bedroom.
The strange thing was… I did trust him.
His hands moved with precision, slipping each button free, one by one, until my blouse fell open.
He peeled it off slowly, deliberately, like unwrapping something precious.
Then his hands were behind me, unfastening my bra, fingers grazing my spine before gliding down my arms as he dragged the straps off.
“Fucking beautiful,” he breathed, sharp and low.
He twirled me around.
“Bend over.”
His voice had changed—deeper, darker, edged with that dangerous command I couldn’t resist.
“Yes, Officer,” I murmured, turning and bending at the waist, planting my hands on the mattress.
His fingers hooked under the hem of my skirt. He paused, just a beat—then shoved it up over my ass and bunched the material at my hips.
Silence. Then his voice—lethal and low.
“Who are you wearing these for?”
He traced the lace edge of my thigh-high stockings, slow and featherlight, like a threat wrapped in silk.
I thought about making a joke. Something reckless.
Maybe mention the captain of the fire station and really test my luck. But my ass was already in enough danger.
“Only for you, Sheriff,” I whispered.
“Good girl… you almost make me want to take it easy on your ass tonight,” he said, gripping both cheeks in his hands and squeezing, rough and possessive.
“But that’s not what you need, is it? My sexy little whore.”
“No, sir,” I whispered, barely able to breathe it out.
I didn’t know how he did it—how a few filthy words could light me up inside, could hit a kink I hadn’t known existed before him.
The ache deepened, sharp and delicious.
I pressed my ass into his palms, desperate for more.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice thick with promise. “I’ll always give you what you need, Juliette. Always.”
His fingers moved higher, and he found the edge of my thongs and tugged them down. I buried my face in the covers when I felt the wet material stuck to my pussy.
“Soaked again,” he murmured. “Don't move… or else.”
I smiled, remembering how the exact words had once intimidated me. The rustling of clothes being removed and his belt coming off made my heart beat faster. I inched my thighs apart in anticipation.
He moved around while I waited.
His bare flesh pressed against my thighs.
“Ever had a cock in your ass?” he asked, spreading me apart.
