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hardly going to be a deal-breaker and yet I was disappointed. I would have dressed better, different.<br />
Trust and control.<br />
He moved the dress off my shoulders so it bunched in back, over my cuffs.<br />
“See? No wire, Officer.” Was my voice quavering? Where was my bravado now?<br />
“I’m not done my search,” he said. He clearly liked what he saw, but I had never felt so vulnerable,<br />
being regarded like this so openly. “Come closer,” he said.<br />
He opened his legs so I could step between them, the outsides of my thighs touching the insides of<br />
his. He leaned back, resting his head in his hands, and looked up at my face.<br />
“For such a bad, bad woman, you look very, very good right now,” he said.<br />
His eyes scanned my breasts, my skin, my hips. Not able to remove my bra, he reached up and<br />
lifted my breasts out and rested them pertly above the cups.<br />
“Perfect,” he said.<br />
My heart sped up. Being cuffed, being unable to touch him, or push him away, scared me a little.<br />
But he had such an open, warm face, and those eyes …<br />
“I’m going to remove your underwear, Miss Mason,” he said. “I need to search all of you.”<br />
He placed his fingers tenderly in my waistband, his face stern, and slid the panties down. I stepped<br />
out of them. I could feel his breath on my skin, my stomach. Then he pivoted my whole body and held<br />
my hips firmly from behind.<br />
“What are you doing?” I asked, fear coming over me now that I wasn’t facing him. My eyes darted<br />
around the room.<br />
“Checking all of you.”<br />
He moved aside my dress, still bunched around my wrists. He glided one of his hands over my ass,<br />
like he was admiring a sculpture up close, gently kissing the places his hands touched. I shut my eyes.<br />
Slowly, agonizingly, I felt his fingers slipping between my legs where I knew I was already wet.<br />
“Just making sure you’re not concealing anything,” he said, coiling his finger up inside of me.<br />
Ohhhh. His voice was cracking with the kind of helplessness that only desire creates.<br />
Was this really happening?<br />
He pulled me down onto his lap. Oh lord, I could feel his erection against my thigh, my hands now<br />
near it, and I felt a growing ache. From behind, he split my legs apart, burying his face between my<br />
arms, my shoulder blades. He pulled off my ponytail holder, releasing my hair down my back. I<br />
watched as his hand moved across the front of my body, his fingers finding me again, so wet I almost<br />
apologized.<br />
“You’ve been a bad girl, Dauphine.”<br />
“Yes …” I closed my eyes, leaning back into him, desire mounting as his fingers dipped and circled<br />
my wetness.<br />
“I’m going to have to do some bad things to you. Would you like that?”<br />
“Yes,” I said. I could feel his erection grow, my hips lightly, instinctively grinding against it.<br />
“Time for this interrogation to come to a close,” he whispered, rising from the chair and taking me<br />
with him, moving towards the table.<br />
He pressed me across it, my breasts against its cool surface.<br />
“If I undo your cuffs, do you promise to be good?” he asked.<br />
I nodded as he released me, placing one hand, then the other, on the table in front of me. I rubbed<br />
my wrists as he dropped his belt. I peeked over my shoulder to watch him tearing off his uniform,<br />
peeling up his white T-shirt so I could finally catch sight of what I had been feeling: a firm, broad