Points of Authority

Part 3

"What the fuck?!" Jennie demands, squirming around underneath Lisa's knee.

"What the fuck are you doing? You can't handcuff me! You take those off right the fuck now before I go beating on your ass-"

Ignoring her, Lisa lifts her weight from her back and tugs Jennie up roughly. "Sit up. Lean forward." Lisa climbs to her knees, pulling Jennie harshly with her, making the girl wince from the awkward positioning of her arms. "Stand up, bitch. You wanted to do this the hard way, so now we're going to do it the hard way."

Lisa practically yanks Jennie to her feet, and Jennie tries to ignore the way her sex throbs at Lisa's display of strength, at Lisa's sure, powerful grip on her arm.

Once Jennie's standing, Lisa takes a deep, calming breath. She hums, holding Jennie's arm in escort position with her left hand, and trailing her right gently down Jennie's bare arm, feeling her shiver at the touch.

She leans forward, letting her warm breath wash over Jennie's ear, and practically purrs, "It's time for me to do a search. Spread your thighs for me."

Jennie squeezes her eyes shut, arousal punching through her at Lisa's alluring tone. "Fuck you," she hisses through her gritted teeth, and then she gasps loudly as Lisa roughly cups her sex from behind.

"Seems like you'd like that too much," Lisa chuckles, using her hand to push Jennie's thighs apart while Jennie stands, shaking with anger but most of all, desire.

Her clit is hard and throbbing between her legs, and she wants more than anything to break character and ride Lisa's hand- but she can't. She bites her lip and withholds her whimper.

"Spread your legs," Lisa says again, a little more firmly, and when Jennie doesn't move, Lisa kicks her foot, widening her stance forcefully. Jennie gasps as Lisa pushes her forward, keeping her off balance, and struggles not to moan as Lisa begins her exploration.

Starting at the top of her head, Lisa strokes long fingers through Jennie's dark hair, and Jennie almost hums in pleasure at the feeling of Lisa caressing her scalp lovingly.

Warm fingertips trail behind her ear and down her neck before coming to rest on her collarbones, and then without warning, Lisa presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the base of her neck, and Jennie's breath hitches.

Lisa's hand continues to explore, moving down over her clothed breast and then cupping it firmly.

She squeezes gently and Jennie can barely withhold her moan of pleasure- but her nipple stiffens at Lisa's touch and gives her away, and she can feel Lisa's teasing laugh from the way her hot breaths tickle over her bare skin. Jennie swallows, about to give Lisa a vicious piece of her mind, but then she feels Lisa's other hand on her other breast, groping her roughly, and her mouth sucking on the base of her neck, and her words die in her throat.

"Mm, your nipples are so hard," Lisa breathes into her ear. "You can try to resist me but I know you want it."

Panting, Jennie struggles to maintain her balance as Lisa presses up against her. She twitches her fingers against Lisa's stomach- covered in her button-up uniform shirt- and curses her handcuffed state as the brunette's searing tongue slips out beneath her ear, and her touch grows rougher.

Lisa pinches and tugs on her nipples, trying to elicit a response from her captive, but Jennie is silent; the only evidence of her pleasure is her hard nipples and the way her chest heaves with her rapid breaths, with her struggle not to succumb to Lisa's authority.

It only makes Lisa want to try harder.

Still pressed close to Jennie's back, she slides her hands lower, toying with the waistband of Jennie's shorts before sliding down and around her inner thighs. She can feel the heat emanating from Jennie's center and she bites her lip, loving the expanse of smooth skin beneath her palms as she explores tan thighs. She dares her touch higher and feels Jennie shake against her. Smirking, she cups Jennie's sex boldly, feeling rather than hearing the raspy, shuddering moan that finally rumbles its way up from Jennie's chest.