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Chapter 13

Detective Victoria Blackwood

As he seated himself in the space between my legs, a surge of anticipation coursed through me, setting my body ablaze with desire. His voice, low and husky, sent shivers racing down my spine as he whispered words that ignited a fiery heat deep within me.

"You're dripping, Detective," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "So wet for me already."

My cheeks flushed with heat as I felt the evidence of my arousal pooling between my thighs, my body betraying me in the most intimate of ways. Despite the darkness that surrounded us, I could feel his gaze lingering on me, his eyes tracing the contours of my body with an intensity that left me breathless.

His words, though simple, carried a weight of desire that left me trembling with need. Each syllable dripped with promise, each whispered confession sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. And yet, despite the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him, I remained bound by the invisible threads of anticipation, my senses heightened to the point of ecstasy.

As he kissed my thigh, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, I felt my senses reel with pleasure, my core throbbing with an insatiable hunger. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing moment.

But still, he did not touch me, his hands lingering just out of reach as he teased and tantalized me with his every movement. The ache of desire built to a crescendo, my body writhing with need as I begged for release.

And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I heard his voice, low and commanding, slicing through the darkness like a knife.

"Beg," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

I hesitated for a moment, the weight of his words hanging in the air between us.

"I won't repeat, doll," Dominic's voice cut through the silence, his tone firm and commanding.

But then, with a desperate longing that bordered on obsession, I gave in to the primal urge that consumed me, my voice a breathless whisper as I surrendered to the darkness and the pleasure it promised.

"Please," I begged, my voice raw with need.

"Please what?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice, clearly enjoying my torment.

"Please touch me," I whispered, my face burning with a mix of lust and embarrassment.

And with those words echoing in my mind, I knew there was no turning back. The hunger that burned within me demanded to be sated, to be fulfilled by the touch of the man who held me captive in his power.

As if sensing my surrender, his movements grew bolder, more confident, his hands trailing over my body with a possessiveness that left me dizzy with desire. And then, with a swift and deliberate motion, he tore away the last remaining barrier between my core and him, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before him.

I gasped at the sudden rush of sensation, my body arching instinctively towards him as he bared me completely, leaving me at his mercy in the dimly lit room. And in that moment, as his gaze roamed hungrily over my naked form, I knew that there was no escaping the powerful pull of desire that bound us together.

My body tensed as I felt the masked man's presence near me. His breath brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could sense his proximity, his energy commanding the room.

"You're making a mess, Detective," his voice was low, husky, filled with desire. My face flushed with heat, my body reacting instinctively to his words. I didn't dare respond, my mind clouded with a mixture of fear and arousal.

His fingers trailed along my inner thigh; his touch electric against my skin. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moan building within me. His voice, commanding yet seductive, echoed in her ears, sending waves of desire coursing through my veins.

As his fingers continued their exploration, tracing the contours of my body with a precision that left me breathless, I found myself caving to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through me. His touch was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending, igniting a fire deep within my core.

"Open wider, Victoria," his voice commanded, dripping with desire and authority. I obeyed without hesitation, spreading my thighs as far as they would go, offering myself to him completely.

As his tongue traced a path from the top of my slick folds to the base, a low moan escaped my lips, betraying the overwhelming pleasure that surged through me. His touch was electric, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me as he lavished attention on my throbbing clit.

I tried to stifle my cries, to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me, but I was fighting a losing battle. With each flick of his tongue, each suckle at my clit, I felt myself teetering on the edge of oblivion, unable to hold back the moans of ecstasy that spilled from my lips.

He sensed my restraint, my attempt to hold back my cries of pleasure, and he grew bolder, more determined to push me over the edge. With a swift motion, he thrust two fingers deep inside me, eliciting a sharp cry of ecstasy from my lips.

I had never felt so wet, so achingly aroused, and the sensation of his fingers moving inside me sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. "You're so fucking tight, doll," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur in the darkness.

I could only whimper in response, lost in a haze of pleasure as he added a third finger, stretching me to my limits. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but I welcomed it eagerly, craving the exquisite torment that only he could provide.

And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt the first tendrils of release begin to wash over me, a tidal wave of ecstasy that threatened to consume me whole. With a desperate cry, I let myself fall, surrendering to the pleasure that engulfed me completely.

But he didn't stop there. He continued to torment my pussy with his relentless assault, alternating between licking, sucking, and biting at my sensitive flesh. Each touch sent bolts of pleasure shooting through me, leaving me trembling with need as he marked me as his own.

"You weren't supposed to come without permission, doll," his voice growled, dark and commanding. Despite the haze of pleasure clouding my mind, his words sent a shiver down my spine. Had my emotions not been so high from the release, I would have been terrified.

"You are not supposed to enjoy your punishment," he added, his tone filled with a mixture of warning and desire. With those words hanging in the air, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and achingly needy. I had been on the verge of another climax, but he had stopped, leaving me teetering on the edge of pleasure.

Just when I thought he was going to leave me in torment, a sharp slap to my pussy sent waves of pain and pleasure coursing through me. I cried out, my body reacting instinctively to the sensation. He. Did. Not. He slapped my pussy, leaving me gasping for breath and trembling with desire.

As the last slap echoed through the room, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through me, I felt myself teetering on the edge of oblivion. Two more slaps followed, each one bringing me closer and closer to the brink of climax. But it wasn't enough. I needed more—his fingers, his mouth—anything to push me over the edge. Yet, I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much I craved his touch. I would sooner die than admit it.

"Your little cunt seems to be enjoying this, doll," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement. "By the way it's dripping with each slap, I think it likes being punished."

"You're wrong," I snapped back, surprising even myself with the steadiness of my voice.

He moved closer, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "Really? Then how would you explain this?" Without warning, he thrust all three of his fingers inside me, stretching me to my limits. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body betraying me as it responded to his touch with a flood of arousal. I couldn't believe the way my core tightened around his fingers, desperate for more despite my efforts to resist.

He held me there, his fingers buried deep inside me, unmoving. And to my horror, I felt my body instinctively grinding against his hand, seeking out the friction that would drive me to the brink of bliss. I wished the ground would swallow me whole, ashamed of the way my traitorous body responded to his touch.

"See, your tight little cunt enjoys it," he remarked, amusement evident in his voice as he observed my involuntary movements. But then, his tone grew dark, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "I am going to keep fucking your pussy, and if you come once again without my permission, we will start again and again and again until you learn your lesson to not disobey me. Do you understand, doll?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through me as I nodded in silent submission.

As his fingers continued their relentless assault, driving me to the brink of madness with each ruthless thrust, I struggled to maintain my composure, my breath ragged with desire and desperation. His voice, calm and steady despite the chaos raging within me, cut through the pounding of my heart like a knife.

"Words, pretty doll," he spoke, his tone unwavering as he waited for my response.

"Yes," I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper in the dimly lit room.

"Good, doll," he replied, his fingers picking up speed with each passing moment. His tongue flicked across my swollen folds, alternating between gentle licks and teasing bites that sent bolts of pleasure shooting through me. It was almost too much to bear—I was on the verge of climax, stumbling on the edge of euphoria, but his warning echoed in my mind, keeping me from surrendering to the inevitable release that awaited me.

I could feel him pushing me, testing my limits with each relentless thrust of his fingers. He knew I was close, could sense the mounting tension in my body, but he showed no mercy, driving me to the brink of madness with each ruthless stroke.

"Can I come, please?" I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation as tears welled in my eyes.

"No," he replied, his voice dark and commanding. I couldn't believe it—after everything I had endured, he still refused to grant me release. His movements grew more raw, more intense, pushing me to the brink of oblivion as I struggled to hold on.

"Please...please..." I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper as tears streaked down my face.

"You should look at yourself, doll," he remarked, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You look absolutely gorgeous with my fingers buried deep inside your tight little cunt, your swollen pussy begging for release. But you know the rules—if you come without my permission, we start again."

He continued his relentless assault, his fingers, his teeth, tormenting me until I was nothing but a whimpering, crying mess. His other hand reached up, pinching my nipple hard, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

Just when I thought I couldn't hold on any longer, his voice cut through the haze of desire that clouded my mind.

"You can come, doll," he whispered, and before I could even register his words, I was screaming, my body jerked with the force of my release. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a powerful wave of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me trembling and breathless in its wake.

"S-St-Stopp," I whimpered, my body trembling as I struggled to catch my breath. His fingers slowed, then finally stopped, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me as he withdrew them from my throbbing core.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation. He pushed his fingers past my lips, coating them with my essence.

"Suck," he ordered, and I complied, my tongue swirling around his fingers as I tasted myself for the first time. My entire body felt heavy, drained from the intensity of my release.

As he withdrew his fingers from my mouth, he whispered against the shell of my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Are you a virgin, Doll?" he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. "I could feel your hymen when I was fucking you with my fingers. Don't worry, pretty doll—I'll make sure I'm the only one who breaks through your tight little pussy, and I'll kill anyone who dares to touch you."

And I passed out.

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