Sara glanced at her watch. Michael had gone out for ice 15 minutes ago and he still hadn't returned. In the past when the two of them had been on the run, Sara would have already begun to panic. But now she was merely curious.

Was this something to do with the little game she was certain he had been planning? She had noted a small grin on his face throughout the day whenever he thought she wasn't looking. But of course she had let him think she was totally unaware of his plans.

She leaned back in anticipation as she became more and more positive that her suspicions were correct.

She felt a small tingle course through her body as the possibilities played out in her mind like a personal porno movie starring her favorite tattooed genius.

She grinned when she heard the firm knock on the motel room door.

"Let the game begin", she said chuckling softly as she made her way to the door.

She looked out the peep hole, and fought back a giggle.

Michael stood on the other side of the door wearing a plastic cap like that of a police officer.

The cap which was made for a child was a little too small for him and looked a bit comical, but Sara felt turned on by his efforts all the same.

She put a slightly fearful look on her face and opened the door.

"Hello, Officer"? She said beginning the game in earnest.

"Sara Tancredi"? Officer Mike asked with an intense look that went straight to her groin.

Sara eased open the door.

"Yes, I'm Dr. Sara Tancredi. Can I help you with something, officer"? She asked leaning her body into the open door a little.

"Do you mind if I come in, Ma'am"? He said looking passed her into the motel room.

"It might be better if we do this inside your room".

Sara stepped aside to allow him entry.

"If you don't mind my asking, what is this regarding, officer"? She questioned getting more and more into the game with every passing second.

Officer Mike looked at her, his intense gaze unwavering.

"Sara Tancredi, you are under arrest", he said leading her to the wall, where he put her hands against it, preparing to frisk her.

"You have the right to remain silent", he said as he spread her legs apart and ran his hands along her inner thighs, petting her moist crotch in passing.

Sara closed her eyes in pleasure as his strong hands made their way up her long body.

She felt his hot breath come to rest on her neck.

"But remaining silent may be a little difficult", he growled softly in her ear.

"If you give up that right", he continued running his fingers along her bare arms, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law".

As he said the word against, he brushed himself against her ass showing her how aroused he was.

His hands went up to her breasts, continuing his search.

"You have the right to have an attorney present. Which is kinky, by the way", he added softly as he kneaded a nipple through her thin t-shirt.

"If you desire an attorney present, and cannot afford one", he said giving her ass a hard slap, well, that's a game for another day".

Sara moaned. He was driving her wild with this game.

He brought his lips close to her ear. "There's only one thing left to do", he said pulling her hands behind her back.

Sara heard the clink of metal and felt the cold steel handcuffs touch her skin. But he paused.

"You need to ask yourself a little question, Sara", he said, his breath hot on her neck.

Sara giggled as Clint Eastwood's character Dirty Harry sprung to mind.

"Do I feel lucky"? She joked, giggling some more.

Sara looked over her shoulder at him grinning.

Michael ignored her, fighting his own grin.

"Good cop or bad cop. Which would you prefer, Dr. Tandcredi"? He replied as he slid one of the cuffs on her wrist and snapped it closed.

Sara grinned.

"Ohhh", she replied softly. "I have been bad officer….
I don't deserve the good cop…you might have to rough me up a little", she said grinning.

Michael flipped her around and pushed her hard up against the wall, pressing himself tightly against her.

"Oh, is that your gun, officer", Sara moaned. "Or are you just happy to see me"?

Not answering, Michael pulled away from her and grabbing the front of her t-shirt, he pulled her to the bed.

He pushed her down and climbed on top of her with a knee resting on either side of her small frame.

He leaned in, his tongue coming out for a teasing lick as he reached for her hand and slid the empty handcuff around the bed post and locked it closed.

Sara laughed throatily.

Michael smiled as he slid another set of the cuffs from his back pocket and proceeded to cuff her other hand to the bed post.

When she was shackled securely he ran his fingers lightly down the front of her body, making her already hard nipples ache.

He reached and began unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off, letting her eyes take in the beauty of his inked flesh.

Sara couldn't remember ever having been so aroused. She wondered briefly if he even needed to touch her at this point. One more of those hot, smoldering come fuck me looks and she might go over the deep end.

He unbuttoned her pants and roughly pulled them down around her ankles and tossed them aside.

His hands then moved to the button on his own pants.
He unfastened them, and eased them slowly down his thighs.

He pushed them down and stepped out of them, wearing only his red boxers.

He looked at her and Sara felt herself becoming even more wet from the hotness of his gaze. He smiled as he eased his boxers down and then climbed back onto her.

He looked down at her for a second and then leaned to push up her t-shirt exposing her bra less chest.

He lightly brushed a nipple with his lips, forcing a moan from Sara's lips. She tried to reach for him forgetting she was tethered to the bed, the handcuffs digging into her wrists.

Somehow this added to the excitement. He could do anything he wanted to her and she was helpless to stop him.

She pushed her hips up against him and he grinned.

As he brought his mouth back down taking her nipple into his hot mouth, Sara arched her back and pressed her hips tighter against him, her thin underwear suddenly feeling like too much of a barrier.

"Rip them off of me, Michael ", she demanded, her voice deep from the pleasure he was giving her.

"Don't you mean rip them off of me,'officer'"? He said his teeth moving lightly across her nipple teasing her.

She moaned and pulled, but the handcuffs held her tight.

Michael continued to tease her as he reached between them and grasped her thin under garment.

He eased up and looked at her, as the satisfying rip joined the sound of their breathing in the otherwise quiet room.

Sara grinned as his eyes locked on her. She could see his desire written on his face. He wanted her almost as badly as she wanted him...Almost.

He pushed her thighs apart and eased between them. She was so wet she knew it would be delicious for him when he slid inside of her.

She relished in the moan that escaped his throat as his hard shaft slipped into her and then she was wrapping her legs around him knowing he could never be deep enough.

His arms went around her, his hands cupping her ass as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her wetness.

She heard herself moan loudly, her whole body on fire with an intensity she had never dreamed possible.

Her thighs were quivering as he pulled out and leaned once more to caress her nipple with his mouth.

Sara wanted to scream at him, to make him enter her again, her ache for him was so strong. But she held her tongue.

He moved down her body and she felt his tongue trail along her damp thigh.

She raised herself up and his mouth found her.

Sara jumped at the contact of his lips meeting hers. She felt his tongue delve into her and screamed his name.

She wrapped her long legs around him trying to press him closer as his mouth sought out her secret spots and reveled in her sweet juices.

"Oh, Michael", she moaned again, as her legs shook.

She was so close..she thought briefly. So very close..and then her orgasm was ripping through her.

She had never felt such a strong release.

Her thighs had never shaken like this before...

As if a volcano had erupted within her very core.

Sara let her lower body collapse back onto the bed, as Michael's smiling face rose up to meet her pleasure hazed eyes.

"Are you gonna shoot me with that thing", she teased eying his erection with a grin.

He grinned back and eased himself between her thighs.

"Don't forget, tomorrow it's your turn", he said as he slid inside her with a groa

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