Rescued

“Are you going to make me beg for it?” she said, tilting her head to one side and pouting. “Please, Mr. Policeman, I’ve been a very naughty girl, and I want you to punish me.”
His cock twitched beneath his uniform, and his eyes grew heavy with lust.
She was onto something.
She reached for his hand and picked it up, placing his palm on her breast. The hard pebble of her nipple slid beneath the slippery material and his touch caused sparks to race through her. His hand cupped the swell of her breast, enjoying its weight, his thumb grazing her nipple. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pressed the length of her body against his. His hands crept around to the swell of her ass.
But he forced himself away from her once again. “This is not a good idea”.
“Really?” She reached down, her fingers finding the hard length of his erection through his uniform pants and giving it a squeeze. “Because I’ve been a very, very bad girl, Officer.”
He gasped in response and his erection grew solid beneath her hand.
When he looked at her again, she saw steely determination glinting in his eyes.
“Fuck it.”
Conner grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind her back, in the same way he had done to the perp shortly before. His hold was just enough to keep her under control, but not enough to hurt. He pushed her face down onto the bed, so only her face and chest pressed against the soft material, her feet still planted firmly on the floor. Her slip rose up her back, her ass pushed into the air.
“You been a bad girl, huh?” he said
“Oh yes,” she gasped. “I’ve been very bad. You should arrest me, Officer.”
She heard the metal clink of his handcuffs as he unhooked them from his belt. Cold metal pressed against the delicate skin of her wrists as he hooked them.