Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO- [Slut]Leah was wet. [Silence:+25, Luck: -15]

He lined himself up, grabbed her by the hips, and paused—just a split second—to savor her helplessness. The SRO’s cock nudged against her, spreading her lips with clinical inevitability, and he let out a low whistle that was half amusement, half disbelief.

“Would you look at that?” he cackled, slapping her cheek. “You’re fucking soaked. Damn, Leah. I didn’t think you’d be into this. What would Mr. Howard say, huh?”

He pressed his cock further against her slit and slipped himself inside of her shocking ease.

“You’re wetter than the football field after it gets hosed down,” he sneered. “Don’t tell me all the ‘stop, don’t, you’re abusing your authority’ bullshit was just a tease?”

Leah’s cheeks burned, the heat crawling up her neck and pooling beneath her scalp. She wanted to spit every curse she knew, to claw the smug grin off his face, but her body had other plans. She could feel the slickness betraying her, the obscene ease with which he could push inside her if he wanted. The shame was suffocating, her mind an endless chorus of no no no while her body screamed yes in a language that made her physically ill. Roberts laughed again, his voice bouncing off the cinderblock walls.

“What’s the matter, Leah? Thought you were gonna only get wet for Mr. Howard or your little fiancé? Turns out all you needed was a real man to show you what your cunt’s good for.” He punctuated the statement by slapping her ass, hard, leaving an angry red handprint that throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

Roberts started to move his hips back and forth, his hard cock penetrating Leah Williams's tight wetness again and again. He looked down at her cuffed wrists, enjoying the sight of her helplessness. The knowledge that he held all the power over this stunning woman sent a thrill through him. He had fantasized about fucking someone in his own handcuffs for so long, and now it was reality—and it was none other than the gorgeous Miss Leah Williams. Sure he had fucked a few girlfriends in his handcuffs before, but they were more than willing for the kink knowing they were dating a cop. But this--she didn't want this. This wasn't just roleplaying. That made him even more excited. He couldn't help but smirk as she moaned softly beneath him from pleasure or pain he didn't care as her body squirmed against his.

Slowly, methodically, he began to increase his pace, plunging himself deeper into her depths with each thrust.

Officer Roberts leaned down close to her ear, and whispered crudely inot her ear as he continued to fuck her mercilessly against the desk.

"You like that don't you? You love being fucked like a dirty little slut?" His words dripped with lust and malice. "Whose cock feels the fucking best- Huh? Whose?"