She watched him as he paced back and forth in front of her. She eyed the handcuffs on his belt, biting her lip and shifting in her seat. Just thinking about him and his cuffs got her hot and bothered. She tried to satisfy the itch by rubbing her legs together; it didn't work.

He cleared his throat, and she gulped when he gave her a stern stare. She wondered what he was going to do with her. Would he be gentle? She hoped not. Would he be rough with her, pushing her to her limits, making her forget her own name? She sure hoped so. She really hoped he'd be a relentless monster, making her beg for mercy.

"Get up."

"Yes, Danny," she stood, but then gasped when his hand collided with her butt.

He took her chin in his fingers, and lightly squeezed. (He did everything to her face lightly- except kisses- because he never wanted to hurt her). "Yes, who?"

Her mind blanked. This wasn't the game. What did he want her to say? She couldn't say anything other than those two words, so how was she going to ask what she was meant to say?

He spanked her again, and she bit her lip. "Yes...?"

"Y-yes, De- Detective?" She guessed.

"Good girl," he kissed her chastely. Whenever she stuck her tongue out to try to gain access, he'd stop kissing her.

She didn't give up, and when her latest attempt was met with a hard smack! to her ass, she had half a mind to do it again.

"Do that again, and you can forget all about this."

So she sighed a little and kept her tongue to herself... for the time being.

He circled her, scrutinizing her, and she tried to shrink in on herself. He laughed at her attempt, then pinched her ass, making her jump. "Stand up straight."

"Yes, Detective," Linda answered dutifully, standing straight with her hands clasped in front of her.

Danny circled her once more before stopping in front of her and crossing his arms. He shook his head as he tutted his tongue. "No, no, no. This won't do."

The question was on her tongue, but she couldn't ask it. She keened her neck, and raised her eyebrows, silently asking what he meant.

"You're wearing far too many clothes. Take it off."

She smiled widely, "yes, detective!" She was all too happy to oblige. She sat down on the chair, and looked at him directly in the eye. She maintained the eye contact as she slowly pulled her skirt up. She slid her feet from her heels, then very slowly rolled one stocking down. She repeated her movements with the other stocking, then neatly rolled them and set them on the table. She stood to take her dress off when a thought occurred to her.

Even slower, she started to loosen the belt that went with the dress. She made a show of coiling it just so, until she heard his stern voice.

"Linda." His arms were crossed, and he was trying his best to look annoyed. It was a warning, and she knew it.

"I'm doing exactly what you said: undressing." Her lip went between her teeth when he walked up to her. She held her breath as he took her belt in his hands.

He did it quickly- in a matter of seconds, she was bent over the table. She tried not to moan at the power he held over her. She gripped the table when she felt the skirt of her dress being pushed past her ass.

"You're not wearing any underwear." Danny stated, rubbing a hand over her ass. He smirked when she shuttered. He slapped her ass once again with her belt, and the moan that escaped her lips was utterly filthy.

She loved this- she absolutely loved this. And she shouldn't love it. Her feminist side should be appalled at her for letting a man control her, dominate her, discipline her. But he was so strong and powerful, and hot; and despite all the power and strength he had that could really hurt her, she knew he would never do that. How could she possibly resist that?

Linda lifted her head, looking over her shoulder at her husband. She shuttered once more and bit her lip as she watched him spank her again.

He needed to stop this teasing soon, because his pants were getting uncomfortable. So he easily stood her up, then yanked her zipper down. He wasn't sure if he broke it, but that didn't matter right now. He held her chin in his hand, "next time I tell you to do something, you're gonna do it right away. Are we clear?"

He saw her shiver once more as she nodded her head vigorously.

"Yes, Detective!"

"Good," he kissed her then, hard and rough, and yanked her dress to the floor. Without breaking the kiss, he undid her bra and yanked it off her. It fell to the floor next to her dress.

Linda couldn't keep her hands to herself as he continued kissing her, rubbing her increasingly sore bottom. She yanked his shirt out of his pants and quickly unbuttoned it. Her hands were on his chest, when she suddenly stopped. She looked him in the eyes; normally she wouldn't ask for confirmation, but this game required her to obey. He hadn't given her the okay to touch him.

"F* yes," he barely got out before she was kissing the breath out of him. Very quickly, she discarded all his clothes, and soon they were both naked... in the box, at the station. The idea sent more heat to in between her legs. She desperately needed her husband to satisfy the itch there.

Danny's hands moved from her ass to the back of her thighs, picking her up and plopping her on the table. The metal was cold and hard and uncomfortable on her sore ass; she whimpered and squirmed. He put his hands on her thighs, and bit her earlobe. "No squirming."

"Yes, Danny," She nodded, wondering what was coming next. She gasped as he slapped her thigh.

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, Detective," she corrected, but wasn't able to keep the mocking tone out of her voice.

He bit her for her tone, leaving another mark. He loved leaving possessive marks on her, and he knew she loved it when he did so.

They kissed heavily, Danny's hands roaming and teasing Linda's body, before she became restless. She pulled back, rested her hands on his (unfairly) toned stomach. She glanced down between his legs, smirked, and glanced up again. "May I...?"

He answered her with another kiss, guiding her hand where they both wanted it. He let her have the reins for a while, solely because she had been behaving. He moaned while Linda worked her magic, sucking on his neck and leaving marks. He had to stop her, because she needed to come first, not him.

Danny took Linda's hands and held them behind her back.

"Is it handcuff time?" She asked excitedly, making him smile.

He kissed her, simply because he could, "do you want it?"

"Yes, Danny! Detective. Yes, yes!"

He smiled at her enthusiasm, and grabbed his cuffs from the floor. He put them loosely on her wrists (because handcuffs freaking hurt), keeping her hands behind her back.

He kissed her neck and chest while his fingers worked their magic. His other hand squeezed and palmed her breast, and she cursed profusely. But before she could find a high, Danny pulled away.

"Danny!" She whined, forgetting the rules. She was soon placated with a kiss.

"Turn around."

She slid off the the table easily, turning around like he instructed. She was rewarded with an eager kiss.

Danny took the handcuffs off her, then cuffed them to the table, just like she had always fantasized about. He rounded the table and stood behind her, rubbing her lower back. He traced her tattoo, then leaned over to kiss her shoulder. "This okay?"

"Yes, Detective! Yes, yes!"

He smiled at her enthusiasm before teasing her some more. He didn't keep it up long, because neither of them would last for very much longer.

Linda put her head on the table, the metal cool against her skin. She was panting out his name, so close to her high—

"Linda."

She lifted her head and look appalled at the man in front of her. "Get out of my fantasy, Joe."

"Linda."

"Linda!"

She jumped and looked to where the voice was coming from. "What do you want, Joe?"

"What kind of wine do you want?"

"Red. Lots of it." She slouched on the couch next to her husband, crossing her arms. Stupid Joe. She was having a great time in her fantasy!

She turned her head to whisper something in Danny's ear. If she couldn't have her fantasy in the box, then her kitchen back home will have to do.