Master and Doll

Naughty

*Doll's POV*

 Master's been gone for over a week now. He had to go on a field trip with his students and is supposed to return soon. I sighed and threw my body into a hard dance that had me panting when I was finished.

"Hey," a rough voice called out. I froze and looked at the door to the practice room. A figure stood in it, watching me with a hard look. "What are you doing here so late?" the voice asked, coming into the room, closing the door behind him.

"J-just practicing, sir." I squeak out. He tsked at me and walked into the room. His heavy boots slapped against the wooden floor as he approached, his badge glinting in the low lighting. I gulped in fear. He wore a police hat over his head, hiding his hair from view and kept his head bowed so I couldn't make out his facial features. If the hat and badge didn't give away the fact he was a cop, the rest of his outfit did. 

"This late into the night?" he scoffed. "You should be ashamed, what would your Master think?"

"I-I don't know. Probably displeased." I bowed my head, not even bothering to ask how he knew I was a collard sub. The officer stopped right in front of me and looked down at me, a naughty look in his eyes.

"I'm going to have to pat you down to make sure you don't have anything on you," he grumbled. I looked up in shock.

"But, sir-" I began, he lifted a hand to silence me.

"Please don't argue, I don't want to have to take you downtown." I gulped and gave a small nod. "Please go stand against that wall, legs parted and hands behind your back." I nodded and moved to comply. I wasn't sure what the officer thought he would find on me, all I was wearing was the skin-tight leggings and a baggy shirt that belonged to Master. I pressed my hands behind my back and jumped at the feeling of cold metal cuffs being put around my wrists, closing in place with a loud click that echoed in the room.

"Sir, is this necessary?" I shivered as he breathed down my neck and adjusted the size of the cuffs.

"Relax, it's a part of protocol." I gulped and looked over my shoulder, finding my eyes to be at the height of his badge, which read 'Cristernal'. "Please breathe, I don't need you passing out on me." he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. His hands rubbed against my chest and down to my hips. He squatted down and squeezed my thigh, tsking again.

"Did you even bother to stretch before dancing?" he grumbled.

"Y-yes, sir." I breathed. He moved his hands down my legs and clicked his tongue. He rose to his feet and moved his hands to my shoulder blades.

"If you stretched, then why are you so tense?"

"I-I don't know, sir," I whispered, allowing my head to fall to my chest. It snapped back up when his hands moved back to my hips and around to my vee-line. I internally cursed myself when I felt my cock hardening in my leggings. He moved one hand forward and gripped it hard.

"It seems you lied to me," he breathed. "This seems like a pretty big weapon. I guess I'll be taking you downtown after all."

"No, please, sir," I begged in a breathy tone.

"I could always just deal out my own punishment, though I can't guarantee it to be very fair."

"Please sir, do as you please, just don't take me downtown." I plead, leaning my head forward to touch the mirror before me.

"Fine," he responds in an annoyed tone. The hand still on my vee-line moved up to the waistband of my leggings, tugging them down. I gasped as the cold of the room hit my thighs. He moved his other hand up and grabbed the waistband of my boxers, taking them down too.

"Kick them completely off." I nodded and moved to do just that, shuddering at the feel of his clothed member pressing against my now bare butt. "You've been a bad boy while your Master was gone." he grumbled and removed his hands from my hips. One returned a moment later, the other slipping between my ass-cheeks. A slick finger probed my hole. "I bet you've been neglecting this part of your body as well, haven't you?" the digit pushed in and I moaned. "I take it back," he groaned before pushed another inside. "Such a bad boy, refusing to stretch, practicing late, not eating right, and taking pleasure from yourself without your Master." he clicked his tongue in a disapproving manner and scissored the two fingers in my hole, stretching me.

"You-he was gone for so long, I needed-"

"What you need, is for me to fuck some discipline into you." he snapped, pulling his fingers out. I shivered at the sound of his belt being undone, his zipper being pulled down, and his button being popped. His warm, large cock pressed between my cheeks.

"Sir, please." I begged. He pulled away and the lube being opened caught my attention.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't think of disobeying again, got it?" I was about to answer, but the feel of his member being thrust inside cut me off. He pushed me down over the barre and thrust into me at a hard pace. I moaned and struggled against the cuffs. His larger hand covered mine and stopped the struggle. I panted and pushed myself back against him, taking pleasure from something bigger than my fingers or dildo. 

All to soon I felt my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't hold it back and began to beg. "Sir, can I cum? Please, please, I'll be good. I'll be so good if you let me cum." 

"Yes," he grunted. I whimpered at the feel of his other hand wrapping around my member, stroking it in time with his thrusts. My body tensed and I was soon cumming on the mirror in front of me. His hands left both my member and my cuffed hands to grip firmly at my hips, pulling my body back against his with every powerful thrust. A few moments later he stopped with a groan and I could feel my inner walls being panted with his cum. He pulled out, tucking himself away before undoing the handcuffs. I slipped to the ground and he followed, pulling me into his arms.

"It's a good thing tomorrow's a Saturday, because I'm not letting you leave the bedroom." he whispered. I smiled and nuzzled into his chest. "Come on, let's get up, Doll."
"Thank you, Master." I mutter as he pulls me up and helps me back into my pants.

"Sit down, I'm going to clean this up and then we'll go home." I nod and move to the chair on the other side of the room. I watch Master as he cleans the mirror, admiring how he looks in his cosplay police uniform.

What a great way to welcome him home. 

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