She hesitates for a moment, then whispers, “Red light.”
“Good girl. That’s your power word. You hold my balls in your hand with that. I hear those words, I stop playing and take care of you, no matter how painful. Got it?”
She nods and I step back, sliding the knife off the metal table and running my thumb absently across the blade, testing its sharpness. Then slowly, I cut away the rest of the t-shirt, pulling it from her body and dropping the scraps on the floor.
I could look at those tits all day long. Shapely, like her. I spread my fingers across them, marveling at the way they fill my hands, firm and creamy.
“Beautiful,” I tell her, and see the blush rise up her face. “Nobody’s ever told you how beautiful you are?”
She shakes her head. “But I do…feel it. With you. Here. I feel…I don’t know. I feel like I want to be seen. I never felt that, not until…”
I nod. “Until you were displayed for me. One day, soon, I’ll tie you here and paint you. We’ll display the painting down here, just for us. My naked muse.”
“But not today?”
“No. Not today. Today, we have more important things,” I say, and step forward, slipping first my fingers and then the knife down the front of her panties in a single thrust, tearing through the soft lace and cutting them free.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her eyes closed, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
Curls of dark hair in a small triangle glisten with sweat and her own dew. Pink petals spread between her legs, calling to me, begging to be impaled on the hard-on that’s heavy and needy in my pants right now. And soon that’s exactly what will happen. But I need her prepared, I need her needy, and I need to keep my promise.
I drop the knife onto the table, watching her flinch at the sound, then pick up the other two cold metal objects in one hand.
“What are you going to do with those?”
“What do you think, kora?”
From beneath the table, I pull out a bottle of silicon lube, squeezing out a generous glob onto the smaller toy, then onto the larger one.
“They’re going inside me?” she says, and I see her knees tense. “I’ve never…”
“You have two perfect holes, Rose,” I tell her, using her fake name to remind her who she’s supposed to be. Her eyes are looking so distant now, I wouldn’t be surprised if she forgot and let things slip. “Well, at least three actually, but I want your mouth free to scream right now. This one’s only small,” I tell her, holding up the butt plug, “but it will start you getting used to being filled from behind. And this one,” I tell her, holding up the metal dildo, “will get you good and prepared for this.”
With my free hand, I lower my zipper and pull out my cock, watching her eyes go wide. Sure, she saw it yesterday, but that was different. Now, there’s an implicit threat. I’m going to take her cherry tonight, and red light or no red light, I’m not sure there’s anything she can do to stop me.
Fuck, the thought of it. I can still barely believe that a woman like her is a virgin, but at the same time it had to be this way. We belong to each other now, any woman that came before her was nothing compared to this and any other man who thinks he has a chance with her will feel my wrath. When I think about her thirty-five year old virgin blood on my cock, it makes me want to take her right now. When I think about filling her cunt with round after round of white hot sperm, of breeding her, of tying her to me in a way that can’t be undone, I can barely hold back.
“Well, are you going to just stand there with your dick out, or are you going to fuck me?”
I grit my teeth. I love that she gives as good as she gets, I love her filthy mouth. It doesn’t fit with the good little florist act, but that’s all it is, isn’t it? An act. She’s a cop, and cops—especially female cops—have to be tough to do the job they do.
“I’ll fuck you, kora. I don’t think you’ll like it, but I’ll fuck you.”
I bend down, pulling the remnants of her panties down her legs along with the leggings, elastic snapping as I pull them down and apart, until finally I have to tear them to get them down to her ankles. Then I reach my face up between her legs and run the tip of my tongue through her delicate little slit.
“I bet you want to crush my skull right now, don’t you, little Rose?” I shake my head, pressing my nose into her cunt and taking a long inhale of her sweet scent. “Too bad your legs are held apart like that. Nothing you can do to stop me taking this cherry. Nothing you can do to stop this.”
I reach up with the steel dildo, pushing the tip inside her. It only goes in an inch, but she’s so tight I hear her cry out, a little whimper in her gasp of violated pleasure.
“Is this the first time you’ve had anything inside you, kora?”
She groans, and I put just a little pressure on the end of the dildo. Not enough to penetrate further, but enough that she feels it trying to get inside.
“No!” she gasps. “No…fuck…no, I…I’ve used my fingers.”
“Nothing else?”
I look up and she shakes her head, her eyes on me.