My hands slide down the wall and reach back to feel his rough face and the outline of his strong jaw.

“U-uh,” he says, as he reaches down and picks up the handcuffs that are still clipped to his pants. In a move I know he’s had years to practice, he opens the cuffs and clasps them tightly around my wrists. Holding my wrists up to the wall, he pauses for a moment and I can feel him smile as he raises the cuffs higher. Forcing me on my toes, he lets the cuffs rest on a hat hook on the wall.

Looking down at myself now, I can’t help but smile through the sexual high. What a sight I must make; my slim body pressing against the wall, my arm stretching high above me. My legs spread open and trembling before him as he teases me with his cock.

He walks away from me and as I turn to see what he’s doing, I question his actions. Why would he walk away?

Kenton looks at me, and grins, clearly enjoying the view, as he turns up the radio a little louder. Not loud enough to raise suspicions, but just enough to muffle any noises I’ll make.

Walking back over to me, he starts buttoning his shirt. In the process, my eyes are drawn down to his toned abdomen, and his non-stop throbbing cock, bobbing from his pants. He shuffles behind me now. He’s watching me slowly as he slides his rough hands up my long legs. He continues by lifting the dress over my hips and exposing my ass.

Holding my dress up with one hand, he slides the other up over my back and exposes my shoulders. He reaches up buckles the cuffs one notch tighter while grinning in my ear. Simultaneously, he slides his other hand back down my arm and over my breasts. He tweaks my nipple before continuing down the front of me, I am already wet for him. I barely notice the aching in my feet as he slides his cock between my legs and up inside me. In a quick jerk, he lifts me off the floor an inch. His hips are pressed beneath me, his body filling me as he groans in pleasure.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Lucy,” he whispers as his hand continues to clutch my sundress. He drives into me again, which sends a little whimper through the tie in my mouth.

“If I wasn’t worried about people seeing you as you leave here,” he whispers in my ear, “I’d rip this dress off you,” he snarls. “Since I can’t, I’ll do my best not to,” he whispers as he slides his hands up to my neck, clutching tightly. His other hand presses against my lower back while he begins thrusting into me with quick, hard pumps. My eyes roll in the back of my head in pleasure.

His body is so fine, it takes my breath away. I press harder into the wall and the cuffs start to fight against my wrist, which only intensifies the pleasure.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Kenton freezes, his cock still hard inside me while his hand is on my breast.

“What?” he snaps at the door.

“Sorry, Chief,” a voice calls, “but we’re all headed out for lunch. Are you going to be okay here alone?” the man asks as Kenton slides out of me. I’m left trembling against the wall as he walks over to the door.

“Sure, when will you be back?” he asks while looking back at me, his eyes wild.

“About an hour, sir.”

“That’s fine,” he says, his voice firm. He moves towards me again as he slides his hand down to his cock, and begins to stroke it, still looking at me.

“Thank you, sir,” the man calls. Kenton stands a moment longer, watching me, while he keeps looking me up and down. He does it slowly, in a way that sends shivers through me. I want him back inside me. I want to feel him come for me, I want him to use me, and to make me feel like I am the most important thing in his world. I want him to know that I am the only one who can give him this kind of

pleasure.

I hear the door close outside and the deadbolt click. The Sheriff’s Department is quiet now except for the loud clock ticking back and forth. Kenton walks over to me slowly and slides a hand up and down my arms and wrist.

“You know, Lucy, I find that I like you gagged and bound for me. Do you like it too? He slides his hand up my dress and down my front again, fingering me as I moan in pleasure.

“I guess you couldn’t have come at a better time,” he says while raising his hands and lowering mine from the hook on the wall.

“You don’t have to be quiet now, but I’ll leave the gag on. I want to make you moan, Lucy. Moan for me,” he demands. Taking me by the arm, he leads me over to his desk.

“You have such a great ass, Lucy,” he marvels. “It’s something I have always admired about you, or something I have tried not to think about until recently. Pressing his hand on my back and moving me forward, he bends me over his desk.

“It looks so sexy when you’re bent over like this,” he says while sliding my dress up to my back exposing me as he slides his feet between mine. His feet separate my ankles, giving him access to me.

I moan as he spanks me hard, feeling the color rise to the surface of the skin where a handprint must be.

“I like the way it bounces when I do this,” he says while smacking it again and sending me forward. My hips press fully against the desk and my arms stretch out before me, knocking over his pencil holder.

This is insane; this new world he has opened up to me. Sliding his cock up and down my thighs again, he presses it slowly into me and I let out a moan. I know he’s excited by the way he feels me completely against him. Closing his eyes, he groans as his hands push my dress up farther up my back then back down over my bare skin. He starts to grip my hips hard, which causes me to inevitably push harder into him.

“Moan for me, Lucy,” he says while smacking my bottom against his hips, sending a wave of pleasure through me as my fingers clench tightly together.

I moan a muffled sound through the tie, now damp from my spit.

I can see his face reflecting in the mirror in front of me as he grins darkly, sliding a hand up and down my side again.

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