Hands Tied [Mature 18+]

chapter 1

I sat, vision blurring the words in front of me. Another serial rapist in Chicago, and there's been 3 in the last 6 months. If CPD could catch this guy, this would be a breakthrough for me.

I mean, if I could fucking finish analyzing it, I could go to bed. For now, I had already seen and confirmed a couple of things for sure.

1. There was a weapon involved, different each time.
2. Defensive and restrictive bruising on the women.
3. The rape kits performed gave us little DNA, which wasn't a match to any in our system.

My head was blanking every second, eyes drooping. I look over at the clock.

1:06 A.M

The red number jumped at me, telling me to finally go to bed. I complied. This would have to be a tomorrow issue. As I start packing up the folder, I hear shuffling in the hallway, my head snaps up, my brown hair falling out of its bun, sticking to my face.

"Babe, what the fuck are you doing up this late?" My fiance, Daniel, snaps at me.

His face is full of sleep marks, shirt wrinkled, and his posture sluggish.

"Knitting a goddamn sweater," I roll my eyes, packing up the very obvious case study sprawled on the kitchen table.

How dense could this man get?

"Don't talk to me like that," He says sternly.

He's not dominant; he tries so very hard, but at this point, it's pathetic. As with his bedroom performance, don't make me bore you with the details.

"Or what?" I challenge him.

He shakes his head, turning around to go back to bed. Why did I agree to marry him again? He won't even put me in my place. Fucking pathetic.

I finished packing up and strolled to the bedroom, opening the closet and grabbing a T-shirt and tight shorts, making my way to the bathroom.

The shower stream hits my back at the perfect angle and temperature, relaxing my tense shoulders. I sigh, closing my eyes, imagining if Daniel had decided to punish me. With these thoughts, my hands travel down my body, my clit filling with need. A sigh leaves my lips as my fingers start to work myself. I imagine him tying me down, edging me till tears stream down my face. Him enjoying the begging that comes from my mouth whilst he fucks into me at a slow, agonizing pace, being amused at my desperate state.

My fingers circle my clit at a fast pace, and the knot in my stomach builds. My head fills with images of me on my knees, sucking him off with his words of encouragement.

"Good girl, my little slut,"

The praise titles circle through my head.

I covered my mouth as best as I could, trying to muffle the loud moan as I cum on my fingers. I fail to do so, and the sound echos throughout the bathroom.

...

Walking into the bedroom, my face is red in awareness that my fiance heard me masturbating. It's not like he can make me cum, but I could at least ride him; his dick is pretty nicely sized. He just doesn't know how to use it.

"Why were you moaning?" He asked, groggy.

I gasp. I saw his slow breathing and assumed he was asleep.

"I just wanted to cum. I'm tense," I respond coldly.

"You could have sex with me, you know. We haven't in like 3 months," He says, obviously hurt.

"Learn how to be a fiance, and make me cum. Goodnight,"

I roll over on the bed and hear him scoot over and drape his arm around me.

Him and I have been destined to 'be together' since we were kids. Our parents shipped us, and by our teenage years, we were dating. However, we were both naturally submissive in a relationship. He was always expecting me to comfort him, do things for him, etc. I'm so close to being done. I crave someone to control me, and he's not that person.

.....

My eyes flutter against the sunlight, and my chest feels heavy. I look down and notice Daniel's arm still draped over my chest and his snoring in my ear. I sloppily push him off, causing him to stir in his sleep and wake up.

I pushed my feet into the slippers, stashed next to the bed, and shuffled to the kitchen. I push the start button on the coffee maker and lean against the counter, checking my phone.

11:56 AM

Daniel's late for work. Again.

I'm off today, which means Angel can come over, and we can watch Breakfast Club while we stuff our faces.

Deciding to let Daniel's consequences resonate. I don't wake him up.

I text Angel.

"Off today, Breakfast Club, my place?"

I hear the coffee maker finish, and I grab the handle of the mug, walking over to the kitchen table.

My phone goes off.

Angel: "1 o'clock? I'm there."

"Oh, Shit!" Daniel's distant voice yells.

I chuckle quietly.

He runs out of the room 30 seconds later, half dressed, and his hair strewn in different directions. He then catches my eye and walks up to me.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" He gets close to my face.

I shrug, looking down, not giving him the reaction he wants.

"I don't have fucking time for this. It's your fault, you were up, and you didn't fucking tell me," He said under his breath as he grabbed his stuff to leave.

"Well, Daniel, it's not my goddamn job."

"Fucking bitch,"

He slams the door.

I roll my eyes and focus on my case study. He has an office job in a cubicle, and I am a high paying case analyst. I don't have the energy for his shit anymore.

12:23 P.M

I look back down at the case. My guess for a profile would be a white male, 20-30 years old, and most likely childhood trauma with a woman of the family.

I called my boss.

"Hey, you're off today. What's up?" Anita says.

"Just wanted to let you know my opinion on the profile," I respond.

"Hold on,"

I hear her shuffle around papers and click a pen.

"Alright, go," She finally says.

"Most of our serial rapists with this M.O have been white males," She hums at my statement in approval, " So, I believe this is a white male, likely to be 20-30 years old, childhood trauma with a woman of the family, my guess is overbearing narcissism or her multiple sexual partners during his teenage years, and a job where he is not in charge of much if anything at all."

"Wow. That took a day, impressive Ms. Olive, " I can practically hear her smile.

"Yes, I can look for more tomorrow at work." I say.

"Alright, thanks so much! Now, enjoy your day off," She demands.

I chuckle and hang up.

This is a breakthrough; I can feel it.

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