The Fantasy Series: 10- The Bad Cop
Samantha had been thinking about her new role playing with Martin for a while now, but unfortunately it was just never a good time. They needed to be alone at the office and though she always tried to urge Martin to stay a little bit later to finish his paperwork, Jack seemed to be living in his office. Always here when they left and already working when they arrived. It was so frustrating! Didn't he have a social life or something?
She was strolling in the corridor again like every night for a few weeks, when she bumped litterally into Lisa.
"Oh I'm sorry Dr Harris. Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine Samantha. What are you still doing here? It's late.
Suddenly Sam had an idea, she saw that Lisa was staring at Jack's door while talking. "Oh I'm just a little bit worried about Jack."
That worked, and Lisa grabbed Sam's arm to talk 'privately', and steered her into a corner. "What do you mean worried?"
"Well you know, he's at the office late at night and early every morning. I think a little distraction would be good."
"Have you gone and talk to him?" Lisa asked.
"You know how Jack can be, if he thinks we're trying to pity him, he'll close off even more." She gestured for the therapist to come closer and whispered. "I think he needs a woman in his life."
Lisa stepped back and tried to stay stoïc but failed completely. "I'm going to see him...if he needs to... you know talk or make an appointment with me during the week."
Sam nodded seriously and watched Lisa heading towards Jack's office. She rubbed her hands together, maybe they'd have the office to themselves tonight! She went into the bullpen and found Martin and Danny chatting and laughing. She stepped behind Martin and slid one of her arms around his waist. "So what are you boys up to?"
"We're making fun of you," Danny said as he poked out his tongue at Sam.
"Don't worry, I'll find out. Martin will tell me tonight." she said confidently.
Martin stepped out of her embrace. "Whoa, don't involve me in your little quarrels. I'm neutral here."
"I don't care, I'll make you talk anyway."
"I don't need any details!" Danny said as he grabbed his things and made his way to the elevator. "Good night you two."
"Good night Danny," they said.
As they both watched Danny leaving, they saw Lisa, followed by Jack making their way to the elevator too. The three of them stepped inside the cabin, and the doors closed. Martin sighed. "You ready to head home?"
"What, don't tell me you're tired? It's not even 7PM."
"I didn't say I was tired."
Sam smiled widely, she was going to have fun tonight. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. "If you follow me, I'll promise you'll have fun tonight."
He kissed the tip of her nose. I guess"I'll trust you, I know I always have fun when I'm with you."
She grabbed his hand and looked down every corridor to see if anyone was around until finally they arrived in the interrogation room. Fortunately for Sam, the office was cleared.
"What are we doing here?" Martin asked confused.
She pushed him on a chair and sat on the table in front of him.
"I'm here to interrogate you. You know something I want to know, and I'm not afraid to use force to get it out of you."
She took her handcuffs and her gun from her belt and put them on the table next to her, for him to see. He swallowed his saliva, starting to get aroused. Their latest role playing was so long ago, he thought she didn't want to do it anymore. So seeing her acting the 'bad cop', he couldn't help but smile.
"What are you smiling about?"
"Uh nothing."
"You think you can play the arrongance card here?" Lemme tell you, you found some hard bone here, because I'm not letting you off the hook until I know what you're hiding."
"I'm not hiding anything, I swear!"
"Keep that bullshit for another cop! I saw you talking to your contact."
"So? Is it a crime? I didn't know the 1st Amendment had been removed from the Constitution."
"Don't play smart with me, hot stuff, it won't work," Sam said, eyes narrowing.
"I'm not playing smart, I just want to know what you think I'm hiding."
"What were you talking about with Latino guy?"
"We were talking about my girlfriend."
"Really? And you think I'm going to believe you?"
"It's true I swear!" Martin protested.
"Okay then, what about your girlfriend?"
"Nothing much, just the usual stuff."
Sam sighed, she was getting nowhere. If he didn't want to talk she would be obliged to use more forceful ways. "What usual stuff? That she's a good screw? That you like seeing her when she's sucking your cock?"
Martin blushed at her words. He never knew she could be that vulgar, but he couldn't help feeling aroused.
"You needed to share this kind of information with your buddy to look good?"
"No! I didn't say anything like that! You're putting words in my mouth!"
Sam smirked. "As long as it's only words..."
"What do you want from me? I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Maybe I want something from you. And if it's the case, you're not going home anytime soon to nail your girlfriend, hot stuff."
"Tell me what you want!"
She could tell he was becoming impatient. "I want you to tell me in what kind of mess you've gotten into. Tell me now! Or I swear, I'll make you suffer!"
She grabbed the collar of his shirt and made him stand up. Her face was mere inches away from his. She could feel his ragged breath against her face and noticed the sexual tension in the room. It was so thick it could be cut with a knife. She pushed him against the wall and looked at him ferociously, while he couldn't take his eyes off of her pink fleshy lips. It was like they were demanding to be kissed. But it was stupid, Martin thought, lips couldn't demand anything. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. Anyway, he didn't need to think too much as Sam's lips did what he was thinking about, applying just the right pressure for him to open his mouth under her so that she could slip her tongue in his mouth.
She pressed her body into his, feeling his rock hard chest and his growing erection.
"Is this the kind of suffering you were referring to?" he smirked.
"Oh no. This is to make you beg later on. You just had the good stuff, and if you want it back, you'll have to talk."
"I'm not going to talk just because you kissed me. You'll have to be more...convincing."
She grabbed his wrist and pushed him on the floor, near the table. Here he was, sitting on the floor, looking up at her while she was taking her handcuffs from the table. She clasped the bracelet on one of his wrists and clasped the other after passing behing the table leg. Martin was sitting on the floor, tied to the table his back against the leg of it. Sam stood up and looked at him, satisfied. "So do you want to talk now, or not?"
He smiled smugly at her. "Make me."
Okay, he was tougher than she thought he would be. But she was Samantha Spade. She had made all her suspects bend with her interrogating, and Martin was no exception. She straddled him and ground her hips on his arousal.
"Are you sure you want to keep your secret? I'm sure it's not worth it."
"I'm perfectly fine with keeping it to myself."
He was acting tough, but Sam could feel he was struggling not to give in. He was drawing circles with his hips to rub his erection against her center and Sam had to use all her will power not to moan. She quickly got up, leaving a whimpering Martin on the floor.
"It's not working like that, hot stuff. You didn't tell me anyhting so you're not getting the good stuff."
"Okay what do you want to know?"
"What were you up to with your Latino friend?"
"He was asking me if my girlfriend was good in the sack."
"And what did you answer?"
"I said she was the best," he sighed.
Sam sat back on him. "Was that so hard?" she smirked. "And I'm not talking about the proof you're glad to see me Fitzgerald."
"I told you what you wanted to hear! Now you have to keep your promise and show me the good stuff."
She started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, and pushed it off his shoulders. But it pooled down at his wrists because of the handcuffs. "Let's start with the good stuff for me."
She stroked his chest with her palms, feeling his muscles contract under her touch. But she didn't stop there. She unclasped his belt buckle and unzipped his pants pushing them past his hips. Sam was still in her black suit - much to Martin's disappointment - and she didn't seem to have any intention of getting undressed soon.
"Scoot up," she told him.
As he lifted his butt, she slid his pants with his boxers downwards. When his ass met the cold tiled floor, he hissed and felt his excitment decrease a little bit - just what he needed. She untied his shoelaces and took off all his clothes and looked down at him. He had planted his heels on the floor, with his knees bent and his arms still behind him - not that he had a choice here. She took off her jacket and grabbed her white shirt at the waist and pulled it out of her pants. Martin noticed the black bra underneath the white almost see-through work shirt she was wearing. No wonder she kept her jacket on all day long.
She stepped to stand above him and straddled him like before except this time they both had their knees up in the air. Martin was becoming frustrated with his hands handcuffed. He wanted to unbutton Sam's blouse and run his fingertips over her silky skin, making her whimper in desire. She grabbed his chin since he was staring at her black bra throught the material of her blouse, like he was mesmerized by it, and tilted his head up.
"All in good time, hot stuff."
She kept her hand on his cheeks, pressing them as she leaned to kiss him, grinding her hips into his even more and crushing her upper body to his torso. Martin groaned as the pleasure from her kiss mixed with the pain of her hand squeezing his cheeks and the table leg digging into his back. When they came up for air, Martin gasped as he bent his upper part towards Sam to avoid being bruised too much by the table leg. He took advantage of this position to kiss Sam's neck and made his way in her cleavage, kissing the top of her breasts. Sam bent backwards too as Martin's kisses started to arouse her seriously. She supported herself with one of her hands on the floor behind her, while the other went into his hair, ruffling it.
"I think now is a good time. Take off your blouse," he rasped.
"Who do you think you are, giving me orders?"
"I'm a man who can sue you and the Bureau for brutality during an interrogation."
"You really shouldn't complain, I'm not offering this kind of interrogation to just any suspect, you know."
"I didn't say I was complaining, I just want you to unbutton your blouse like I would do if I could use my hands."
Sam needed her both hands to unbutton her shirt, so she had to bend forward, forcing Martin to lay against the table leg again. She went teasingly slow as Martin watched her every move, licking his lips when he could see her breasts still enclosed in their black satin prison. When she was finally done, she threw her blouse on the table in front of her and went to unbutton her pants. She got up to get rid of them and of her shoes. While she did so, she noticed how aroused and ready he was. She quickly shed her clothes until she stood in front of him in a black satin bra with its matching thong.
Martin rolled his eyes mentally. Great, another set of lingerie. Like he wasn't in enough trouble already.
She seemed to hesitate a second. Martin saw it and wondered what was wrong. "What is it, Officer? Having second thoughts?" God he hoped not.
"Don't worry hot stuff, you told me what I wanted to know, so I'll keep my promise and give you what I told you. I'm just wondering if you can hold on long enough for some more foreplay," she smirked.
Truth was, even if he adored foreplay with Sam, he couldn't wait to be inside her. She was really good in her bad cop act. He could only hope she wasn't that sexy with regular suspects, or he'd have to be present in every interrogation she'd conduct in the future.
"Take off all your clothes. We'll save some more foreplay for another day."
She knew Martin was talking now and she happily obliged as she stood naked, ready to straddle him again. Martin would do anything right now to have his hands free. He wanted to touch her so bad. But when she bent backwards again, he saw another opportunity as he bent towards her and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She braced herself with her hands behind her, while she lifted her ass slightly, wanting to impale herself on him.
"Wait!" she rasped as she was starting to get breathless with Martin's 'oh so well placed' kisses.
His head tilted up and looked at her, frowning. She managed to grab his erection in her hand and guide it into her. They both sighed at the familiar feeling. Sam resumed her position but kept one hand to herself to draw Martin's lips to hers, tugging at his hair in the process. She used her heels for leverage to set the rhythm, alterning fast thrusts with slow ones. She even drew circles with her hips to help her orgasm come quicker. She knew his wasn't far away and she didn't want him to restrain himself to wait for her.
She used her heels to support all her weight as she took her second hand that was on the floor and wrapped her both arms aroung his neck. He bit her shoulder slightly as she pushed even harder and faster on him, sensing their climaxes were close.
By the time she got hit by the wave of pleasure, she was pounding on him like never before, so eager to reach this moment of ecstasy. When Martin reached his, he bit so hard on her neck he left a big red mark. But since this was the only hold he had, he didn't restrain himself, making Sam yelp in his arms, which only intensified the pleasure for the both of them.
When they were able to breath normally again, Sam reached for her pants and took off the key, releasing Martin. The first thing he did was encircling her waist with his arms, not caring about the pain on his wrist or his back. He kissed her hungrily, wanting to thank her.
"Tell me your regular interrogation aren't like that," he asked.
She chuckled. "Trust me, they aren't."
"Good cause, they're not that effective."
"What do you mean?" she said and she got up and started getting dressed.
Martin did the same as he smiled at her enigmatically. "You still don't know what Danny and I were talking about."
"Are you kidding? I did all of this and you lied to me?"
"I'll tell you at home don't worry," he winked at her.
"I hope so," she said as she kissed him gently on the lips. "Let's go, I'm exhausted."
Martin took his jacket from the chair and checked discreetly to make sure the object he was hiding from her was still there. He sighed in relief when he felt the velvety box under his fingertips. Tonight was going to be a good night he thought.
The END