Jake stepped through the door, closing it behind him and calling out a greeting to Amy. He frowned when he didn't hear a response, quickly hanging up his jacket and moving through to the living room, where he found her sat on the floor, surrounded by flash cards that she had made to study for her sergeant's exam.
"Hey Ames, how are you doing?" Jake asked, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips.
"I can't get this right," Amy replied, gritting her teeth in frustration. "There's too much to learn, and it won't go in."
Jake smiled sympathetically. She had been studying non-stop for weeks, and although he knew that she was ready, Amy obviously didn't think the same. Sitting down behind her, and stretching out his legs so that she could lean back against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her cheek. He smiled as he felt her relax back into his body.
"Maybe it's time you took a break," he suggested. "Your brain is probably saturated with information. Why not stop now, and you can go back at it tomorrow? I'll even test you."
Turning around in his arms, Amy quickly fixed him with a pleading gaze.
"Can you test me now?" she asked.
"I really think you need a break babes," Jake tried to insist, but when he looked down at her, he knew he would end up helping her. He pressed a long kiss against her lips, inwardly smiling when she responded enthusiastically, but then pulled away, chastising him for trying to distract her.
"I'm not distracting you, I'm just relaxing you," he clarified, a teasing grin on his lips.
Rolling her eyes, Amy chuckled and said, "Well, if you can find a way to relax me and test me at the same time, I'm all ears."
Jake's eyes immediately widened, and Amy pulled back a bit to look at him quizzically.
"What?" she asked apprehensively, but Jake just grinned as he got to his feet.
"Okay," he agreed, "I'll test you now, but, as you said, I'm going to relax you at the same time. Well, eventually. Gather up your flashcards into a pile, and I'll be back in a minute."
Amy nodded, and gathered up her flashcards like Jake asked, finishing just as he walked back in with a box that he had pulled from under their bed, and two bowls from their kitchen.
"What are you thinking?" Amy asked, eyeing the familiar box apprehensively.
"So," Jake said, "I am going to ask you every question on these flashcards. Although there are a lot, so your preparedness might be something you come to regret. I will ask you these questions, but at the same time we are going to play together." As he said this he opened the box, pulling out their collection of dildos, vibrators, gags and nipple clamps. They had built up quite a collection over time, and Amy couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation.
"So what's the end game?" she asked.
"I'm glad you asked," Jake said with a smirk. "I am going to ask you a question. If you get it right, it gets put in this bowl. If you get it wrong, it gets put back in the pile to come back to again later. You are not allowed to cum until every question has been answered correctly."
"What about you?" she asked, eyeing the bulge that was already forming in his jeans.
"Oh, I'm going to have some fun too, but I'm not restricted by the rules you have. I can cum as quickly as I want."
Amy thought about it for a second, then nodded. "Okay, let's do it."
Jake grinned, then quickly reached out to grab her hand as she moved to undress herself.
"Nuh-uh, you have to answer questions to start removing clothes."
Amy sighed, already feeling the moisture accumulating on her panties at the thought of what was to come.
"Now," Jake said, "Question one."
The first few questions were answered correctly, and pretty soon Amy and Jake were both naked, Jake having removed his clothes at the same pace Amy had, and were both sat facing each other, cross legged.
"Next question," Jake said. "I'm going to read a short passage and then ask you about it."
Amy nodded, trying to focus on the information on prison search procedures rather than the throbbing between her legs.
"So, can prisoners enter the cell area before being searched?"
"No," she replied quickly.
"Correct," Jake said leaning forward to kiss her. As Amy deepened the kiss, Jake quickly reached out and pinched her nipple, twisting it before letting it go as Amy moaned into his mouth.
"And when should a search be carried out?"
Momentarily distracted, Amy gave whatever answer entered her head.
"Before booking? No, no, after!" she quickly tried to correct herself.
"Sorry, I have to take your first answer," Jake crowed, and he reached over to pick up the nipple clamps.
"Now," he explained, "These have to stay on until three questions have been answered correctly."
Amy nodded, moaning as he attached them, feeling them pulling her nipples down. Absent mindedly, she reached down to stroke her clit, but Jake was quick to grab her wrist, before tugging at the chain connecting the clamps in punishment.
"Erm, you have to earn that, Ames," Jake clarified, smiling as she whimpered, moving her hand away.
"Now, next question."
Amy answered the next three questions correctly and soon the nipple clamps were removed, Jake quickly reaching into the second bowl he had brought in to grab some ice, which he ran soothingly over her red nipples.
"Okay?" he asked, happy when Amy simply nodded.
"Now, would an incident report be able to be fully filled out with the following information?"
Amy listened and thought carefully before answering. "No."
"Correct, and what information is missing?" Jake asked.
"The victim name," she answered quickly.
"Well done," Jake said. He reached over and grabbed a dildo, placed it upright on the floor, then beckoned Amy over. She shuffled over, and looked at him questioningly, until he gave his order.
"Sit."
Rising up on her knees, she hovered over it as Jake lined it up with her entrance, then sank down on it.
"Fuck," she muttered as she started to rock back and forth.
"Now, you can use this as much as you want, but the second you think that you're going to cum, you take it out, okay?"
Amy nodded, but continued moving, just glad to have something fill her.
"Now, look at this sentence. Which word is misspelled?"
Amy grinned, pointing out the correct word immediately, but quickly bit her lip when Jake rewarded her by thumbing her clit hard and fast a few times. Quickly, she rose up off the dildo, watching as a string of wetness connected her to it, before Jake broke it with his finger, then offered it up for Amy to suck off.
"You close?" he asked, and Amy nodded silently, trying to regulate her breathing.
"Okay, you have thirty seconds to read this incident report." He held it out to her and Amy read over it before it was taken away.
"Name of the victim?"
"John Hanover."
"Offense?"
"Armed robbery."
"Date of offence?"
"March 30th."
Jake grinned. "No, it was March 3rd."
Amy's eyes widened as the card went back into the pile, and Jake reached behind him and picked up a ball gag, and placed it in her mouth.
"Look at the picture of this woman." Jake continued, ignoring Amy's confused look. "Here's four women of similar appearance, but wearing glasses, a wig, and so on. Which one is the woman in the picture?"
Amy gestured to the ball gag, and Jake just grinned.
"Figure out a way to tell me," he said simply.
Amy thought for a second, the crawled across, before straddling his legs and impaling herself on his cock. Jake groaned as she pushed herself up slightly, before sinking down on him one, two, three times.
"Correct," Jake said, thrusting up a couple of times in response. Wanting this round to go on a little longer, he searched through the pile to find another example where this would work. Finding one, he grinned, before showing her the card.
"Read the incident report. Which word in the sentence below has incorrect information?"
He watched Amy's eyes widen as she counted along to the sixteenth word, which happened to be the age of the suspect. She looked at him pleadingly, and he felt her walls flutter along his cock.
"Too close to move that many times?" he asked, and she nodded.
Taking pity on her, he removed the ball gag, but put a hand over her mouth before she tried to give him the answer, quickly thrusting up into her and smirking as she sunk her teeth into his hand to supress her moan.
"Nuh-uh, if you can't use your pussy to tell me the answer, you'll have to find another way."
Amy bit her lip as she felt her inner muscles tighten again at his words. She gave it a second of thought before moving off him, and leaning down so her mouth was level with Jake's cock.
Jake shrugged. "Do what you gotta do," he said smugly.
Amy moved forward, taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked gently on the head, before deep throating him and swallowing. She then repeated this the sixteen times she needed to in order to give her answer, but when Jake's confirmation of a correct answer came out particularly strangled, she decided not to pull back, and instead just looked up at him as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, waiting patiently for the next question.
"And how many years is it out by?" he asked, panting.
Amy tried to do the maths quickly, and moved him to the back of her throat another five times. As Jake's eyes widened though, she knew she had made a mistake.
"Sorry babe, it was only four."
And with that he gripped her hair loosely in his hand, and thrust up into her mouth. It wasn't long before he spilt into her mouth, watching as she eagerly swallowed. As he let her sit up, he watched as her tongue darted out to catch the droplets that were escaping down her chin.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jake muttered. Amy smirked, and leant forward to place a kiss on Jake's cock, which had softened following his orgasm. Both of them knew that it wouldn't stay like that for long though.
"Okay, definition of burglary?" asked Jake.
"Unlawful entry to commit a felony or theft," Amy rattled off quickly. Nodding, Jake discarded the flashcard, and then pulled Amy closer to him, before pushing two fingers inside her, noting how her inner muscles immediately clamped around him.
"Definition of prostitution?"
"Engaging or agreeing to – fuck – engage in sexual conduct in return for a fee. Fuck Jake, please, I'm so close."
Jake laughed, chucking the flashcard into the bowl. He reached behind him with the hand that wasn't buried inside his wife, and grabbed another ice cube out of the second bowl.
"That's technically correct, minus the expletives, but I think you need to cool down," he said, quickly withdrawing his fingers before pushing an ice cube into Amy's clenching pussy.
Jake watched as Amy fell with her back to the floor, her hips thrusting upwards as the cold sent an extra wave of pleasure through her.
"Please Jake, can we stop now?" asked Amy. Jake watched her carefully, before giving his reply.
"If you truly want to stop, say the safe word. If you're just saying it because you want to cum, and you're happy to carry on, then show me which of these three paragraphs shows the correct Miranda rights."
There was a beat of silence as Amy's eyes flickered between Jake and the flashcard, and then she made her decision.
"Number three."
After that, Amy answered the next few questions correctly, including the ones that she had previously answered incorrectly. As a 'reward', for lack of a better word, she was now lying on her back, with Jake running a vibrator over her pussy lips and clit. Watching Amy writhe around had quickly caused Jake to harden again, and he was very glad that they were down to the final flashcard.
"Okay, final question," Jake declared, to which Amy tried her best to smile in reply.
As Jake rattled off the question, Amy was relieved to know that she could remember the answer, giving it quickly. They both watched the final flashcard drop into the bowl, and then their eyes connected.
"How do you want to cum?" asked Jake. "I think you've earnt the right to choose."
Amy thought about it watching as Jake lazily continued to move the vibrator around, allowing it to rest for longer on her clit now that she didn't have to fend off her orgasm. Gently pushing his hand away, she sat upright, and shuffled towards him so that she could whisper in his ear.
"I want you to use some of the toys, but I want you to fuck me from behind."
Before she knew it, Amy was on her hands and knees on the living room floor. Jake had reattached the nipple clamps, and had the vibrator in one hand. He slowly pushed his cock into her, feeling how she clenched around him almost immediately, pushing back so her ass was pressed against his thighs.
Jake gave her a minute to adjust, and then he let loose. Bringing his hand between her legs, he switched on the vibrator, turned it up to the highest setting, and held it against her clit. With his other hand he gently pulled on the chain connecting the nipple clamps, whilst he thrust into her at a frenzied pace.
Amy immediately felt her orgasm building, but the over stimulation was too much for her.
"Too much, too much," she cried, and Jake immediately removed the vibrator, instead using his thumb to rub at her.
Amy started clenching around him, and her arms buckled as she lowered her forehead to rest on her arms.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she cried, and Jake thrust into her one more time before she came undone, an intense orgasm washing over her.
"Fuck fuck fuck Jake fuck keep going," was all Jake could hear as he came inside her, continuing to rub her clit.
As Jake softened, he could feel that Amy still needed more to satisfy her after she'd been edging for so long, and so he pulled out of her, quickly pushing a dildo in his place. He wasn't sure Amy even realised that he had done so at first, as she just kept begging him to keep moving. The scream she let out though when his tongue moved to join in pleasuring her suggested that she was happy though, and they were both surprised when another orgasm hit, this time triggering a squirt of fluid to splash Jake's face.
As Amy's legs quivered beneath her, she let out a satisfied sigh, and Jake removed the dildo from her, followed by the nipple clamps, quickly soothing them with the remaining ice cubes. Disposing of them, he crawled up behind her, wrapping her in his arms.
"Okay?" he asked.
Amy nodded.
"You know, once I become a sergeant, I'll want to take my lieutenant exams. Fancy helping me study?"