Cella closed her eyes, her body tensing when she felt his finger slip inside her. “Relax,” he coaxed. “The sooner you relax, ma’am, the quicker I can get this done. But you’ve gotta relax.”

He stroked in and out with his finger, pulled back, then pressed inside with two. She let out a low moan and he warned, “Quiet, ma’am. Any complaints and you know what I’ll have to do.”

Those two big fingers took up an amazing amount of room and Cella bit down on her lip to stop herself from groaning again ... or growling ... or purring.

“I can’t help but think you must be hiding something, ma’am. You’re so wet here. And what, ma’am, is this?” He pressed down on a spot inside her that Cella had always thought she was the only one who knew of, and she almost came off the couch. Only his body managed to keep her in place.

“I need you to calm down, ma’am.”

Cella’s body began to shake, her knees weakening.

“What is this?” he asked, fingers pressing, stroking. “Can you tell me, ma’am? It’s better you come clean now rather than let me find out later. I can help you now.”

She shook her head, unable to find any words with her body unraveling.

“I don’t think you’re listening to me, ma’am.” He sighed, shook his head. “That’s a real shame.”

Cella didn’t know what he was saying, what was going on. She only knew what she felt and what she felt was that monumental orgasm ripping through her, so strong, she nearly threw the three-hundred-pound bear off her.

But like the good cop he was, he never lost his grip, never lost control.

Doing her best to bite down on the couch cushion, Cella groaned and writhed through that orgasm until everything went quiet.

Crushek stood up, one hand still gripping her by the cuffs, the other gently sweeping down her back.

Then he said, “I see you don’t take direction real well, ma’am.”

Uh-oh.

Crush worked hard to control his breathing, to keep going without just fucking the perfect woman with the perfect ass because he had absolutely no self-control.

When he thought he was ready, he stepped back, his hand still holding the cuffs, the other on her shoulder to help lift her up.

“Over here,” he ordered, walking Cella around the big couch until they reached the already lit fireplace. “On your knees, ma’am.”

He saw her head turn slightly, like she was about to look back at him, but she stopped, and instead slowly went down on her knees. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and dropped it in front of her. “Put your face down there and get your ass in the air.” When she hesitated, “Now, ma’am.”

Cella licked her lips—making him absolutely crazy!—and bent down, resting her cheek againstthe pillow and moving around until she could easily get her ass higher up. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back and he wondered which of them was more turned on by that.

Crush unzipped his jeans, making sure to do it in front of her and to do it slow. Then, taking his time, he walked around behind her and dropped to his knees.

“I’m sure you understand why it has to be this way, ma’am.”

He heard Cella chuckle. “For your safety and mine?”

“Exactly. And do you know why I’m doing this?”

“No.”

“Because you lied to me.” He reached over to the jacket she’d worn into the room and picked it up off the couch. He dug into the pockets until he found the smuggled items. “You don’t think I saw what happened between you and that She-wolf?”

“Those aren’t mine,” she quickly lied, her surprised laughter nearly slipping out. “She must have slipped them into my pocket.”

“Don’t make it worse by lying to me, ma’am.” Crush finally located what he was looking for and pulled out the strip of condoms that Smith had laughingly handed Cella after the feline had asked for them.

“This is contraband,” Crush said, holding it up. “I can’t ignore this.”

“Can’t you just let me go?”

“No, ma’am. I really can’t.” And he meant that more than he could have realized. “I can’t let you go. I definitely can’t let this go.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ve been very bad. Punishment seems the only correct response.”

Deciding to keep his clothes on, Crush lowered his jeans and boxers just enough to get his cock out. He took a moment to slip on one of the condoms before he completely forgot and was balls-deep inside Cella Malone.

He moved closer in, pressing his thighs against the back of her legs so that she could feel the denim against her bare flesh, knew that he was taking her while fully dressed. Holding his cock, he rubbed it against her pussy, smiling when he saw that she was even wetter than she had been when he’d made her come.

Her body tensed and she suddenly announced, “I think I’ll need to put up a fight.”

“I see you’re not going to make this easy, are you, ma’am?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Crush reached forward and slipped his hand into her hair, his fingers gripping the silky strands until she knew he held her. Then he tightened his grip a little more until she gasped. He pressed his cock against her.

“Feel free to scream, ma’am. No one will stop me. I am the law.”

Then Crush shoved his cock home and he doubted he’d ever want to leave again.