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Travis stood frozen in the doorway of his small, sparsely decorated bedroom—tie loosened, sleeves rolled up—eyes locked on Laura.
“Baby, you’re home!” She smiled, shifting slightly. She was clad in the softest looking babydoll dress, baby blue just like her eyes.
Travis blinked.
Once.
Twice.
She huffed, getting off the bed and strutting up to him. “What? Not even a ‘hello’?”
He finally moved—just enough to catch her by the waist as she reached him, his large hands warm through the thin fabric.
She looked at him expectantly, “Babe?”
Travis exhaled slowly—like a man bracing for impact. Then, without a word, he kissed her.
She kissed him back softly but pulled back with a frown after a moment. “Travis? Bad day at work?”
He rested his forehead against hers, jaw tight. "Yeah," he muttered. "Bad day. Sorry."
She was quiet for a moment before gently nudging him toward the bed, having him sit on the edge as she crawled on his lap. “You wanna talk about it?”
Travis let her push him down, arms automatically wrapping around her as she settled onto his lap. He didn’t speak right away—just held her, breathing in the scent of citrusy vanilla and laundry detergent. He pressed a slow, tired kiss to her shoulder—then another to the curve of her neck. "No," he finally said, voice low. "Not right now."
She hummed, “Okay, baby…”
He shifted slightly, turning his face into her hair, breathing her in. For a long moment, he just held her—silent and still—as if trying to erase the weight of the day by sheer closeness.
“…I have a request for tonight,” she kissed his cheek. “I think it’d help you.”
Travis turned his head slightly, catching her lips with his—just a brush of a kiss. He studied her face, those bright blue eyes that always saw right through him. "What is it?" he asked quietly, voice rougher than before— from the kind of exhaustion that lived in his bones.
“I want you to be Mr. Bad Cop tonight,” she smiled, “I’m your bratty criminal.”
Travis froze. Then a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Please?” She pecked him on the mouth quickly.
Travis shifted—suddenly flipping her onto her back on the bed with effortless strength and making her squeak in surprise. He loomed over her, one forearm braced beside her head, the other hand slowly reaching up to pinch—gently—her chin between his fingers. “Any rules, sweetheart?”
She giggled, squirming under him. “The usual. Anything goes. I trust you completely, Trav.”
Travis stared down at her—her flushed cheeks, that playful smile—and something dark and possessive stirred in his chest. Without a word, he leaned down and kissed her.
When he pulled back, he put his best cop face on and got off her. The shift was instant.
Gone was the soft, tired man. In his place—Sheriff Hackett. Cold eyes, straight back, authoritative stance. “Ma’am, stand up.”
Laura bit her lip, trying not to laugh at how serious he looked. Slowly, she slid off the bed and stood in front of him—barefoot, her nightie sticking to her thighs.
Travis crossed his arms, face unreadable. "Turn around. Hands on the wall."
She did as she was told, making sure her hips swished and pushed her ass out when she put her hands on the wall. “What am I being arrested for, officer?”
Travis exhaled through his nose,"Disturbing the peace," he said flatly. "Lewd conduct. Being a public nuisance."
She pouted, wiggling her ass slightly. “I’ve done no such thing, sir.”
Travis stepped closer—boots loud on the floor. Without warning, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the wall with one hand.
She squeaked again, thrashing against his hold. “Hey!”
He pressed his body against hers—hard, warm, immovable. "Quiet," he growled in her ear. "Or I’ll add resisting arrest."
She continued to struggle. “I’ve done nothing wrong!”
Travis grunted, effortlessly overpowering her—twisting one arm behind her back and using his free hand to grip the other.
“Asshole!” She squawked, still continuing to try and get her hands free.
Travis tightened his grip, jaw clenched. In one swift motion, he kicked her legs apart and shoved her firmly against the wall—her face now pressed into the cool plaster. “Hey!”
"Stop squirming," Travis snapped, voice low and stern.
He kept her pinned with his body weight, breath warm on the back of her neck.
“No!” She pushed her ass back against his crotch.
Travis hissed—actually hissed—as she pressed into him. For a split second, the sheriff cracked. He swiftly grabbed his cuffs from his belt. He snapped them around her wrists—tight but not painful and hauled her against the bed.
He flipped her onto her stomach, keeping the cuffs locked behind her back. Then he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You're under arrest."
He dragged her up with him by the cuffs. "C'mon." He led her—out of the bedroom and down the hall to his small living room.
Travis pushed her firmly onto the couch, looming over her. "Stay," he ordered—like she was a dog.
Laura pouted, legs dangling over the edge of the couch.
He grabbed a throw pillow and dropped it on the floor in front of her. "Knees," he said, pointing.
Without hesitation, Laura slid off the couch and onto her knees—cuffed hands resting behind her back. She looked up at him with big eyes.
Travis stood tall, expression unreadable. He slowly pulled his zipper down.
Laura perked up slightly at the sound, her mouth already watering.
He stepped forward, his belt clinking slightly as it shifted. Without a word, he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop. The fabric pooled at his hips, revealing black boxer briefs. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband—hesitating just a second. Then, slowly, he pushed them down. The cool air hit his skin. He held a hand out at her, palm up, “Spit.”
He didn’t flinch—just kept that hard, unreadable stare locked on Laura as she did as he demanded, his palm lubed with her spit, and he started to stroke himself.
Laura’s breath hitched. She stayed perfectly still—kneeling, cuffed, eyes wide and fixed on him. She pouted her lips, “Dirty cop.”
Travis’ eyes darkened. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed his thumb against her bottom lip—then slowly slid it into her mouth.
She took it easily, sucking enthusiastically on the digit with half lidded eyes. Laura made soft noises around his thumb, her eyes looking up at him. That sound—small, warm, submissive—hit Travis like a punch.
His breath stuttered. Just slightly.
She pulled off gently and talked to him out of character, “You can be mean to me, Trav. Hit me.”
Travis froze. The request—so sudden, so raw—cut through the act like a knife. He stared at her. “….you sure?”
She nodded, nuzzling and kissing his palm. “Be rough, baby.”
Travis studied her face—the soft curve of her cheeks, the trust in those blue eyes. Then, without warning, he backhanded her. The slap wasn’t hard—more of a sharp crack than real force.
It stung Laura’s cheek, leaving a faint pink mark. She gasped and looked at him, tears in her eyes from the strike.
Travis’ stomach dropped. The second he saw the tears—real tears, not playful ones—his cop act shattered. “Sweetheart..”
She rubbed her cheek against his leg, “No, no… keep going, baby, I’m okay.”
Travis hesitated, heart pounding. He wiped a tear with his thumb, then—slowly—cupped her face. “You’re absolutely sure?” he whispered.
She nodded quickly, biting her lip. “Yes. I want it.”
Travis exhaled—deep, shaky. Then he grabbed her by the hair—not rough, but firm—and yanked her head back.
Laura gasped, eyes watering again— not from pain. From the power of it. The intensity.
Travis held her like that—exposed, vulnerable—his other hand sliding down to grip her throat. “You.. filthy slut..” he growled, “Trying to seduce an officer..” The words came out gravelly, dark—completely different from his usual quiet tone. He tightened his grip slightly on her throat.
Laura whimpered, feeling heat rush between her legs so fast it made her dizzy with want.
Travis saw it—the flush on her cheeks, the way her breath came fast. It turned him on more than he’d ever admit. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers—almost a kiss—but not quite. Then he bit her lower lip. Hard.
She cried out, feeling him pull her hair tighter. She tasted blood.
Travis growled—low in his throat—and kissed her hard, messy and punishing. No tenderness. Just possession. The kiss was brutal—all teeth and tongue, his grip in her hair keeping her exactly where he wanted and when he was done, he let go completely.
Laura fell back onto the living room floor with a soft thud.
Travis loomed over her, panting slightly—his face still that cold cop mask. “Open.”
Without hesitation, Laura scrambled back to her knees and opened her mouth—wide, obedient. Her chest rose and fell quickly.
He yanked her close and shoved his cock into her mouth. He felt teeth for a flash of a second but she adjusted. Travis gripped the back of her head, guiding himself deep. No warning. No gentle easing in—just full entry.
Laura gagged slightly—instinctive—but didn’t pull away. Tears welled in her eyes as he filled her mouth, warm and heavy.
Travis held her there, hips still. He let the moment stretch—her nose pressed against his stomach, his cock throbbing in her warm mouth as he became more erect.
A whine erupts out of her. The vibration traveled straight through him.
Travis groaned—low, involuntary—and finally started moving. He pulled back slowly, then pushed in again—gentler this time, but still dominant. Setting a slow rhythm.
Laura took it—each thrust into her mouth, the stretch of her lips around him. Her hands stayed cuffed behind her back, helpless.
Travis sped up slightly, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat and she started to gag again. He ignored the contractions—focusing on the heat, the wetness, how tight she felt. He went deeper each time, chasing his own pleasure.
That thought hit Travis hard—she’s being so good for me. It sent a surge of something hot and possessive through his chest.
“Such a pretty little slut, taking my cock so nicely..” Travis praised her between thrusts, breathless compliments. “That’s it… take it… good girl.”
Each word made Laura melt more. She kept breathing, swallowing around him as best she could—determined to be perfect.
Travis slipped out with a soft pop, his cock glistening. He looked down at her—lips swollen, face flushed, eyes glassy.
He stroked himself fast, pointing his cock at her face. Travis pumped his fist hard, aim steady as he choked out in pleasure. Hot streaks of cum hit Laura’s cheeks, her forehead, some even in her hair.
Travis groaned through the release, body tensing. He didn’t stop stroking until the last drop. Then he just… stared at her. Covered in him. She was so beautiful and perfect…
“Filthy little thing, ain’t you?” He reached out and cupped her cheek gently. The contrast was stark—his rough words, the gentle touch. Travis smeared cum across her cheek with his thumb. “But now we gotta clean your little ass up, huh?” He let go and yanked her by the cuffs, dragging her to the bathroom.
Laura stumbled as he pulled her, bare feet slapping against the tile floor. She made little whimpers, the heat between her thighs was too much and it ached.
Travis flipped on the bathroom light—cold and bright. “Strip, get in the shower.”
Laura quickly peeled off the babydoll—cuffs making it awkward—but she managed. The fabric slipped to the floor eventually.
He stripped and joined her in the compact space. “Kneel.”
Laura sank to her knees on the cold tile.
Travis stood above her— he reached down and lifted his cock, limp now, and pointed it at Laura’s chest.
A strong golden stream shot out—hitting Laura’s chest, her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder. Travis let it flow freely, lifting the stream upward. She gasped loudly, her poor pussy pulsating on nothing.
The warm spray hit Laura’s cheeks, her nose, her closed eyelids. She didn’t flinch—just stayed perfectly still, letting it cascade over her face. She only whimpered, opening her mouth.
Travis shifted the stream. A thin arc of urine landed on Laura’s tongue—salty, hot.. and she swallowed. The taste was strange—bitter, alive— she didn’t pull away. She took it like everything else: obediently.
Once his stream lessened to a dribble, Laura pathetically crawled closer to him, straddling his calf and rubbing herself against his leg. Seeking her own pleasure.
Travis watched her—his breath stilling. She was grinding against his leg, soaked and desperate, chasing friction. “Huh..” he huffed, stroking her hair gently, “You a bitch in heat now?”
Laura whimpered again, nodding—yes, yes—pressing harder against his calf. Her body ached for release.
Travis’ fingers tangled in her wet hair. He studied her—the needy tilt of her hips, the flush on her skin. He let her be. “Your cunt soaked? Begging for my fingers? My mouth? My cock?”
Laura bit her lip, rocking faster—friction turning desperate. A soft moan escaped as she chased the edge. Her legs trembled, her body coiling tight. She was so close—so close—but he wasn’t helping. “Mhhmm…” A frustrated whine slipped out.
“Poor thing..” he murmured. Travis’ voice was softer now—almost sympathetic. He brushed a wet curl from her forehead, then finally… finally… slid his hand down and cupped her face.
Laura leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. Her hips kept moving—small, needy grinds against his leg— she focused on the warmth of his palm. She was so close, she could feel her release was just there..
He yanked her to her feet, ripping her away from her pleasure.
Laura gasped as Travis hauled her up—her body screaming for release. She whined loudly, “H-hey! N..noooo…”
Travis spun her around, pressing her back against the cool shower wall. He cupped her pussy, mouthing kisses to her neck.
Laura arched into his touch, a shaky moan escaping as his fingers finally—finally—brushed over her.. just barely.
Travis kissed her neck, slow and teasing. His thumb rubbed over her clit as his fingers slid along her slit, teasing her.
Laura whimpered, hips jerking forward—chasing his hand. Every touch was torture.
Travis smiled against her neck—enjoying this. He circled her clit slowly, then pulled his hand away completely.
Laura’s breath came in short, frantic bursts. “N-no… no.. please..”
Travis ignored her plea. He stepped back, turning the shower knob—cold water. The spray hit them both.
The icy water shocked Laura’s overheated skin. She shrieked at the temperature change. Her nipples instantly hardened and added to the sensation.
Travis watched—her peaks tightening under the cold spray, goosebumps rising on her skin. He stayed calm, unmoved by the chill. He leaned back in and nipped at her neck and shoulder. His teeth grazed her sensitive skin—sharp little, warm bites that contrasted with the cold water.
Laura whimpered again, torn between pain and pleasure.
He trailed kisses up until he got to her mouth. Travis finally kissed her—deep, slow, claiming. His lips were warm against hers. His fingers returned with mercy, gently prodding her open with thick digits.
Laura melted into the kiss as his fingers slid inside—warm, thick, stretching her. Oh god.
Travis curled his fingers just right—there—hitting that sweet spot. He kissed her deeper, swallowing every moan. Her knees buckled—she would've collapsed if Travis wasn't holding her up. Her body sang.
“This what you need?” He huffed against her skin. Travis murmured the words right against her jaw—rough, breathy. His fingers kept moving—deep, slow thrusts, teasing her clit with his thumb. “Your pussy played with?”
Laura nodded frantically, lips parting in silent yes. She was so close and he knew it.
Travis increased the pressure—faster, firmer.
Laura’s body coiled tighter, every nerve on fire. Then finally, she shattered. A full-body shudder wracked her as the orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure, intense and overwhelming. She cried out into his kiss.
Travis kissed her through it, swallowing every whimper. He didn’t stop, kept moving his fingers gently, letting her ride the waves.
“Piss on my hand, sweetheart, c’mon..” he murmured, continuing to scissor his fingers inside her.
Laura whimpered still riding the high but obeyed. A warm stream of urine trickled from her, landing on Travis’ hand.
“Let it all out..” Travis kept his fingers working inside her, gentle and steady. She let the stream flow warm, over his palm. No shame. Just intimacy.
When she finished, he brought his fingers to his mouth. “Good girl.” Travis licked his fingers clean—salty, warm. Then he kissed her again, slow and deep, a quiet reward for being so good. “I wasn’t too rough, right?” He murmured, stepping out of character, returning to his soft side. He cupped her cheek with a tender hand.
Laura looked up at him, her eyes now gentle, no trace of the bratty criminal. She shook her head. “No… you were perfect.”
Travis kissed her forehead, then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. The water was still cold, but he didn’t care.
“Let’s go lay down, okay?” She whispered to him.
He nodded, turning off the shower and grabbed a towel, he dried her gently, then himself, before leading her back to the bedroom. His arms supported her as she wobbled. They then fell onto the soft mattress—still damp, but warm from body heat.
Travis pulled Laura close, spooning her from behind.
She turns to face him, peppering him with little kisses and stroking his chest gently.
He sighed—content, relaxed. Each little kiss made his chest swell. He returned them with soft pecks on her nose and forehead.
“I liked that a lot,” she murmured, looking at him with warm eyes.
Travis smiled and kissed her forehead again. “Me too, but you’re sure I wasn’t too rough?”
Laura nodded, tracing a finger over his jaw. “You were perfect—so hot..”
Travis’ cheeks warmed. He tucked a curl behind her ear. “Good.” He kissed her—soft, sweet.
Just love. Just them. They stayed like that—kissing gently, holding each other close.
“Do you feel any better?” She murmured into his skin.
”I..” he paused, his mind did.. feel clearer. “Actually.. I do.”
Laura smiled and kissed him silly, “Good.”