Dream World by T.G. Haynes Page B

She told herself that it was all part of the job, but, deep down, she knew full well that she was taking advantage of the situation and that the District Attorney would have her guts for garters if he got to hear about how she was treating the prisoner.
    As she ran her hands down the suspect’s chest and stomach she knew that whatever else she did she mustn’t touch his cock; that would be a breach of protocol too far. She could allow herself to skirt dangerously close to it though, couldn’t she? She could permit her hands to run through his short pubic hair, to cup his balls, to squeeze them gently, to brush against the root of his cock... The instant her right hand came into contact with his prick she could tell that he was sporting an erection. No wonder he wasn’t objecting, Kate thought, the dirty devil was loving every minute of it. She wasn’t torturing him, she was playing right into his hands.
    Angrily, she span him around. It was little wonder that he seemed familiar to her, for she found herself face to face with Dexter.
    â€˜You,’ she said.
    He grinned at her. ‘Little old me.’
    â€˜What in God’s name brings you here?’
    â€˜You tell me, Officer Phillips.’
    Kate smarted. ‘How do you know my surname?’
    â€˜Oh, you’d be surprised what I know.’
    â€˜Would I now?’
    â€˜Uh-huh.’
    â€˜Try me,’ she said.
    â€˜You’ll have to break me first.’
    â€˜That sounds like a challenge.’
    â€˜Take it whatever way you want,’ he drawled.
    â€˜Don’t worry, I will.’
    Grabbing hold of one of the plain hard backed wooden chairs, Kate instructed him to sit. He did so, surprisingly obediently. She then took hold of his arms, pulled them behind his back and fastened his wrists together with her handcuffs.
    â€˜That really isn’t necessary, Officer Phillips.’
    â€˜I’ll decide what’s necessary,’ she told him, as she fastened his ankles to the legs of the chair with her spare set of cuffs.
    Standing up, Kate was extremely pleased to see that his hard on hadn’t abated in the slightest and that it was still raging fiercely. ‘A bad boy like you should know that we don’t allow erections in our cells.’
    â€˜I’m sorry, Officer.’
    â€˜Apologising isn’t good enough. We’re going to have to do something to tame that lethal weapon of yours.’
    Whilst deliberating exactly what that something should be, Kate perched on Dexter’s knees and stared down at the problematic penis. Hoping that it might help her thought process, she idly took hold of his cock in her right hand and eased his foreskin back and forth over the collar, delighting in the way the end peeped out each time she stretched the foreskin down the shaft of his prick. Far from causing his erection to subside, her attentions only made his cock grow harder and pulse even more spectacularly.
    Perhaps she needed to examine the naughty item much more closely. In order to do so she clambered off his knees, knelt down in front of him and peered at his cock. Close up it looked even more impressive than it had when he had stripped for her at the top of the Eiffel tower. For starters, perhaps she had underestimated its length, for it looked to be closer to seven inches long, possibly getting on for seven and a half inches. It was so wonderfully thick in terms of girth as well. Kate took an experimental measurement, wrapping her right thumb and forefinger around his prick. It jerked reflexively as she touched it. She shook her head and tutted.
    â€˜You know what I’m going to have to do if you’re penis doesn’t start behaving?’ she said.
    â€˜No, what’s that?’ he replied.
    â€˜This.’
    Without further ado she lowered her head and planted a kiss on the tip of his prick. Dexter’s cock twitched more violently than ever, so she kissed it again. As if it had