“Harder,” I murmured, then bit the side of my bicep when Daav complied.
My body was burning and when I looked up Daav was watching me intently.
“You look so fucking good,” he muttered. “I fantasized about this, but it’s so much better than I could’ve imagined.”
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. It honestly felt good in my ears, and his gaze felt good on my body, my nipples hard and sticking out on my chest. This wasn’t just a fuck, this was desire, and it had been ages since someone had desired me as me, not just lusted after my body. My chest quaked, the heat running through me, every nerve alive with the sensation. His fingers were plunging in and out of me as hard as he could manage, and he grabbed one long nipple and twisted and I screamed a little. I took my hand off his cock, helping him along by rubbing circles around my clit until suddenly I was shaking, my orgasm pouring right through me, my moans echoing through Daav’s office.
“Shit, I almost lost a finger,” Daav grinned at me as I panted on top of his desk. He took his fingers out of my pussy and I gave a small mew of disappointment, then watched as he sucked them into his mouth.
“I lost an earring,” I said. It was true. The one on the right had fallen out as I’d leaned over the desk and shook during my climax.
“I’ll get it,” he said, but I stood up and grabbed his face in both my hands, kissing him hard. It caught him off guard, but eventually he returned it. He was a surprisingly good kisser, Daav King. I would’ve thought he’d be clinical and boring about it, but he was actually sort of...soothing. Like a warm fire on a cold night.
I let him go.
“I’ll get it,” I said, pushing him back and into his chair. “You just sit down and wait for me.”
I turned around, fidgeting with the zipper on my skirt until finally it gave way, and I peeled it down my legs, leaving me in just my heels and necklace and one earing.
“Don’t need that to find an earring?” asked Daav, as I stepped out of the little ring of pooled fabric at my feet.
“No, it’d just interfere with my mobility,” I grinned at him. I bent over his desk, peering down at the other side.
“Oh, not here,” I pouted, maybe a little too on the nose, but I was almost enjoying playing the character. When I glanced behind me, Daav’s gaze was laser focused on my pussy peeking out just under my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as I wiggled my ass at him a little.
“I guess I’ll have to explore lower,” I said, lifting off the desk. I sank to my knees, then bent over under his desk until I was on all fours. With a sashaying swing of my hips, I crawled forward.
My earring was right where I’d left it, of course, after I’d worked it loose with the hand in my hair and managed to get it to fall off under the desk. I grabbed it, flipped it around. Under one plate was a thin little device, no bigger than the fingernail on my pinkie. Murado hadn’t been too clear about the eavesdropper’s precise functions, but he said it wouldn’t really matter where under Daav’s desk computer I stuck it. As long as it was in the room, it could intercept the wireless signal and access the network from there. Still, I didn’t want to take any chances, slipping it into a thin gap where the walls of the desk weren’t quite flush with the top. If anyone saw it while they were under here for some reason, they’d just think it was a bracket or something.
“That took a bit,” said Daav, as I crawled back out from under his desk and turned to face him, both my earrings in their proper place.
“Miss me?” I asked. I crawled up to his lap, pressing myself between his legs. His cock was still hard from when I’d been stroking it, although it was mostly resting on his stomach. His tie ran down next to it, and I grabbed the end, pulling him in for a kiss. Instead, he loosened the tie, enough that it came apart.
“Maybe,” he said.
I grinned at him, taking the tie into my hands. It’d been ages since I’d had to do this. Daav had tied a double Windsor knot, nice and flat, but all I knew was the four-in-hand. Which, frankly, suited me. I cinched it up, letting the tail nestle between my tits.
“Well, let’s see if I can make sure you miss me the next time,” I said. I leaned forward over his lap, drawing his cock up by the base with my hand. I ran the tip of my tongue up from where my thumb was wrapped around him, following the underside up to the head, smiling as he groaned and wriggled in his chair.
When I reached the top, I turned my head, engulfing his cock in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “That feels so good, Sare.”
I moaned in response, plunging up and down his cock harder, feeling him pulse in my mouth. I grabbed his hand, pushing it into a firm grip on the back of my head, then moaning again when he pulled my hair tighter on his own accord.
“You like that, don’t you?” he muttered at me. I moaned again, too caught up in my work to interrupt it to answer him properly. His other hand joined the first, so that he had two hunks in his fists as I slurped my way up and down his cock. I could feel him start to shift a little in his chair, his hips rising a little to make sure I bottomed out, squeezing the last quarter inch of himself into my mouth.
I moaned around him some more, and his hips began to move further, pushing up into my mouth. I glanced up at him. The intensity he was staring at me with made me feel hot. Daav wanted me. Theed had always brought his A-game to our little encounters, but Daav’s stare didn’t suggest this was just a fun fuck with a good friend. Daav’s face said that this was the epitome of his desire coming true right before his eyes.
I resolved to give him what he wanted.
I rose up off his cock, making him groan with disappointment. I grabbed his hands, pulling him to his feet, his cock waving in front of me, hard and soaked from my spit. I took the end of his tie and put it into his hand, so that he held it off me like a leash, then grabbed his cock.
“Oh, fuck, Daav. I want you to fuck my mouth,” I moaned at him.
Daav’s eyes flashed, as though he could scarcely believe his luck, as though this were some sort of elaborate trick, or a dream. I stroked him, leaning forward to twirl my tongue around the head of the cock.
“Please, baby,” I moaned. “Please, I need your cock in my mouth.”
That convinced him. He took the shaft out of my hand, guiding himself between my lips, letting me take him slowly to start. The hand holding his tie wrapped it up in his fist, pulling it tight around my throat. My breath caught a little, the delicious high of the slight oxygen deprivation coursing through me. Daav’s cock reached about as far as I would let him go, and then he pulled back before pushing into my mouth again, as if easing a path for him.
I eased one hand between my legs, flicking across my clit. My other hand came off his cock, wrapping around his thigh, pulling him towards me, guiding him to go faster.
He obliged, his hips pumping a little harder, the hand in my hair tightening, holding me steady as he plunged his cock into my mouth. I pressed my tongue up, tasting the tip each time he pushed back between my lips, the hint of precum waking my tastebuds up. I moaned again, squeezing his thigh, and Daav understood perfectly, fucking my face harder and harder, until he began to blur. He pushed into me, as far as he could, all the way to the hilt, so that his balls were resting on my chin, making me choke around his cock. He pulled the tie a little tighter and I moaned as he began to fuck my mouth again.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. It wasn’t the long drawn out “oh fuck,” he’d uttered when I’d first taken him in my mouth, this was an almost panicked expletive, the awareness that his exquisite join was about to end.
I gazed up at him, catching his pained stare, and he paused and swore again. He stared down at me, his eyes locking on mine.
I started to suck on him hard, with as much wild abandon as he’d displayed in fucking me and I could hear him curse again.
Daav erupted in my mouth, his cum pouring out over my tongue, spilling out a little over my chin as he came, there was so much of it. I swallowed hard, and
he only groaned again as another spurt came spilling out of him. I don’t know how long we were like that, his cock pulsing and pulsing in my mouth while I swallowed mouthful after mouthful, trying to contain it. It felt like forever, although I imagine it was only about five seconds. No more than ten, certainly.
When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he stepped back and collapsed in his chair.
“Oh, fuck, Sare,” he said.
“Yeah, I’m pretty good at that,” I grinned. I stared at his lap. “You down for the count?”
“I should be, but I don’t think I am,” said Daav. His hand stroked his cock, and I could see it had some life in it. I pulled myself up into a squat, so that he could see my hand between my legs, my other hand coming up to play with one of my tits as I enjoyed myself while he jerked off in front me.
“Good,” I said. I stood up and approached him, putting my leg up on the arm of his chair. He leaned forward, licking across my pussy, and I shuddered and almost lost my balance. I began to straddle him when he reached out and grabbed my hips, stopping me.
“Turn around,” he told me. “I want to see that ass bouncing on my cock.”
I have to admit that the order did something for me I wasn’t used to. Or, at least, I hadn’t been used to for a long time. Mari used to boss me around in the same way, and Daav’s voice carried the same sort of tone hers had—one that brooked no argument because it accepted no alternative as valid. Only Mari had come to hers over years of being right. Daav had come to his by being Chief Inspector.
“Yessir,” I said, spinning around. I glanced down between my legs, lifting Daav’s cock up, so that when I settled into his lap, it was sticking up in front of me, rubbing against my clit, my pussy lips hugging the base of his shift.
“That’s not what I wanted,” he growled at me.
“No?” I asked, beginning to grind myself back and forth on his lap, my hand stroking the top half of his cock. One of his hands came up around and grabbed my breast, squeezing it hard before finding the nipple and pinching.
“What is is you want?” I gasped.
Daav pulled on the tie around my neck, drawing my head back. He used the same hand to draw my hair into a clump in his fist, making pulling my chin up.
“I want to fuck you,” he snarled into my ear. His free hand sunk between our legs, pulling my thigh up so that I stood a little, just enough that he could press his cock forward and I felt the head push into me. Daav pulled on the tie and my hair, forcing me to sink down onto his cock.
We groaned simultaneously as I enveloped him, and Daav’s free hand pulled my head around, drawing my lips to his to kiss me. It was that sloppy sort of kiss that’s sexy only in the moment, the kind where you just can’t be bothered to kiss them properly, the barest contact of the side of your lips, of the tips of your tongues, having to do all the work. I started to grind on Daav’s cock, my hands locked onto the arms of his chair for balance.
Daav grunted, and he reached up and smacked one of my breasts again, not too hard, exactly, but hard enough that it sent a little spark down my body. I groaned, and he reached across and smacked the other one. Below me, he began to thrust his hips up, keeping me in place by the tie, tight around my neck, and my hair. I bounced a little, feeling the tie fabric cutting into my throat, and then bouncing a little more, harder, higher, that feeling more pronounced. Daav slapped my chest again, his hips moving to meet mine, raising off the chair as I fell, settling back down as I lifted away.
We fell into something of a rhythm, me riding him, his palm smacking my breasts, making them red and sore in the best way. Sweat beaded on my skin, trickling down my chest along my stomach. Daav would sometimes pause his abuse of my breasts to send his hand back down between my legs, flicking my clit. Finally, he left it there, a steady motion continuing until I came again, this time around his cock, losing myself to it, letting me moan and shake. I didn’t quite have the strength to continue on my own for a moment after, trying to recover. Daav tucked his arm under my leg, lifting it up so that the crook of my knee ended up in the crook of his elbow, then pulling the other leg up alongside the first, tucking me up so that my knees were up against my chest.
He held me like that, sitting on his lap, my head pulled back by the constricting tie and the iron grip on my hair, my legs supported just by his arm. He plunged into me, his grunts half animal snort as he fucked me, and when I looked at him, he was giving me that same dark intense stare of a dream fulfilled, his mouth open, sweat matting his hair to his head. I’m not ashamed to admit that he made me scream aloud with that little show.
Finally, he stopped, letting me put my feet back down on the floor and pushing me away, his cock sliding out of me. I stumbled a little, my legs still a little wobbly, and fell down to my knees.
Daav stood up and walked around to his office sofa.
“Come here,” he told me.
I started to pull myself up to my feet, but Daav spoke again.
“Not like that. Come over here, on your knees,” he said.
“You’re getting feisty,” I warned him, panting. I actually kind of liked this side of Daav. It was the most authoritative I’d ever seen him and it reminded me of the joy of losing control.
“You’re here fucking for your life, Sare,” he said. “So you’re going to crawl over here and suck my cock.”
“And then you’re going to do whatever else I say,” he growled.
I stared at him, definitely turned on by this. I dropped to all fours, crawling slowly across the floor, stepping slowly and carefully, raising my ass up so he could see it as I moved along the carpet to him.
When I got close enough, Daav leaned forward from his seat and grabbed the tie, pulling me halfway into his lap. He was holding his cock in his hand, and he pressed it to my mouth.
“Lick it,” he ordered me. I stuck my tongue out, tasting the hint of myself on him, as I ran the tip along the shaft, swirling it around the head, then sinking back down towards his balls. Daav groaned, his eyes watching me intensely, and I looked up into them, holding eye contact as I worked. When I reached the head of his cock again, he wrapped his hand into my hair, keeping my from going down, forcing me to suck on his cock, filling my mouth up.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, get up here, I’ve got to fuck you again.”
“Yeah? Have I corrupted you, Chief Inspector? Can’t get enough of my pussy?” I said, climbing up on the couch with him, forcing his face into my chest. Daav laughed, taking one nipple in his mouth to suck, then he lifted one of my legs and slipped out from underneath me, standing behind me as I braced myself on back of the couch.
“You’re a bad, bad woman, Sare Jeffries,” he muttered. He slapped the cheek of my ass, hard, hard enough I shouted in surprise.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured. Daav took his cock and pressed it against the lips of my pussy, teasing them with the head, coating himself in my wetness. He pushed forward, but aimed himself down, so that his shaft pressed against my clit, my pussy lips hugging it as it passed.
“You ought to be punished,” Daav told me.
“How’s that, CI King?”
“What’s the charge for bribing a cop?”
“I think they give you a slap on the wrist, these days,” I said.
Daav growled at me again, and gave me a fresh spanking.
“How’s that for a slap on the wrist?” he asked.
“You need to spend more time on the shooting range, Daav. That was nowhere near my wrist. You can’t even get that cock of yours lined up right.”
Daav impaled me on his cock, plunging in as hard as he could manage, making me gasp. He let go of the tie. He started to fuck me hard, and then he stopped suddenly.
“What’s the hold up?” I asked, glancing back at Daav to see what he was doing. He seemed to be searching for something.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he asked.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, feeling like a fool for apologizing. I did, however, began to fuck m
yself on his cock, enjoying the sensation of him stuffing my pussy. Daav had apparently found what he was looking for, because he began to meet me stroke for stroke, until we were both a moaning mess.
He grabbed my arms, pulling them behind my back. I lost my hold on the couch, and angled a little, leaning forward a bit to keep my balance. Daav groaned. He pulled my wrists together.
Something metal closed around the skin on my wrists, and when I tried to jerk them away, I realized I couldn’t.
“Did you just handcuff me?”
“I’ll give you the key when we’re done,” said Daav.
“Fuck, what’s gotten into you, Daav? You’re not going to arrest me, are you?”
Daav laughed and smacked my ass again. He grabbed his tie and pulled on it, my head lifting back a little as I felt my airways constrict. Daav let me have some slack, but not too much.
“This has been a huge fantasy of mine, Sare,” he said. “You were the hottest woman I ever saw, and you were a damn fine cop, to boot. So, I’m going to make this last.”
I looked behind me to confirm he was telling the truth, not just saying nice things to the girl he was buried to the hilt in. His eyes didn’t set off my bullshit detector and I smiled at him.
“Then show me what you want to last forever, big boy,” I told him.
Daav began to pound me, driving me up against the wall the sofa was in front of. I moaned, using my handcuffed hands to spread my ass, making it a little easier for him to get in there, to see me. He spanked me hard on one cheek, the hand he’d used resting for a moment, even as he was pistoning in and out of me, and then it moved slightly, probing my asshole. I moaned again, and then my breath caught in my throat when I felt the tip of his finger push inside me.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, that cock feels so good,” I moaned. “Come on, Daav. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Chief Inspector.”
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