Was the music still playing? Caitlyn was sure that whatever orchestra that was filling the room had tried their best to create the most beautiful recording, but unfortunately for them, the music was all but muted to the sheriff.

Right now, all that mattered were Jayce's words.

He held her wrists together with one hand, keeping her back pressed against the wall. It was obvious that if the dark haired man wished it, she could be brutally injured. Hurt, terribly. She was a champion on the Rift just as much as she was sheriff, and she had seen what the man was capable of with her own eyes before. Without her gun by her side, without even her hands to clench into fists to protect herself, she was completely at the mercy of the man before her.

To give up power like this was something Caitlyn always instructed her officers not to do.

She was such a fucking hypocrite.

Jayce leaned down, his hold on her wrists still iron as he moved back to her nipples. Caitlyn whimpered in anticipation, her thighs rubbing together. "Hnh..." He blew on her pink tips, cooling them. To Caitlyn, it felt like ice, and she could sense goosebumps running up her arms. His mouth widened, and his lips clasped down on her right breast. The purple haired woman tried to keep in her moans at first, but it got a bit too difficult when he decided to start flicking that sensitive bud up and down with his tongue.

Jayce was rewarded with a loud groan of pleasure that surpassed any crescendo the orchestra could have offered.

He moved to the next breast, offering Caitlyn no rest. His free hand ran down her clothed stomach, and it felt like he was drawing lines of fire down the length of her body. Every place his fingers touched became hypersensitive, aware of his every movement. If he wasn't so intent on distracting Caitlyn with his lips, she'd have noticed the delicate curve he traced down her thigh, then back up, his hand dipping underneath her skirt.

He granted her breasts mercy when he grazed her clothed slit. The smile on his face was humiliating, and Caitlyn looked away hastily. They were both aware that she was near painfully aroused at this point. "Already so wet," Jayce murmured, rubbing little circles around the apex of her womanhood with two fingers. "And I had just started." His voice was a deep, controlled breath. He could have been yelling it out to the public, but he had that way of speaking that always made it seem like he was addressing just her in the audience. "Could it be that you were more desperate than you were letting on, Caitlyn..?"

He pinched her clit between two fingers, and her opportunity to answer was robbed from her. "Ha-aah!" Caitlyn pulled at her arms automatically, her hips buckling. Jayce simply grinned.

"It's nice to know you haven't changed," the man said conversationally. She would have been fooled, except she could feel his cock twitch slightly against her leg. At least the sheriff could take the smallest bit of satisfaction in knowing that he was just as turned on as she was at this point. "All I have to do is press this magic button and you seem to melt. How's that?" He started rolling that little bundle of sensitivity, his fingers pushing her wet panties aside so that she could feel the slight crest of his nail every time he made a full rotation. Caitlyn was only very faintly aware that her legs were shaking at this point, and the only thing keeping her standing was his hold on her wrists.

"Don't... haaanghhh... Don't tease..." You jerk, Caitlyn wanted to add. Her lips were parted- she no longer lacked the control to keep back the lewd noises streaming from her lips, and Jayce was pleased to listen to her soft, shaky moans and pants.

"What?" He played innocent, but his fingers pulled back her clitoral hood. His thumb flicked her exposed nub easily. "You want me to stop touching you here, like this?" Another flick.

Caitlyn's legs jerked, and she cried out in frustration. Her patience had worn thin from both work and the fact that it'd been quite some time since she'd been tested like this. "Fuck!" Her knees shook, and she pressed against him. "Y-Yes! Please!" Each time he pressed against her, she felt like fire had been forced into her very core. She may have been overly sensitive there, and when Jayce found out he did nothing but abuse that knowledge.

To her surprise, he actually pulled away.

Immediately, her body was filled with a sense of longing that Caitlyn wanted to shove away. She was usually used to being touched more, not less. The woman didn't realize she was pouting until she saw the spark in Jayce's eyes.

A finger pushed into her as she was glaring up at him, and her pout turned into an expression of lust and surprise, red lips curved into a perfect O. His fingernails were a bit longer- she wondered if he'd grown them out a bit more, waiting for his chance- and they brushed against her inner walls. She, in turn, squeezed down on his appendage, hard. Another finger pushed in, middle finger joining index, and he began to pump them in and out of her.

It was too slow.

Caitlyn thought that Jayce knew that it was too slow- he wouldn't wipe that smile off his face. It was infuriating, because it was the same smile he used in public. It made her feel exposed, dirty, and fucking horny all at once. It meant that he knew what he was doing, and she was God-damned wrong if she thought that he'd stop. She had seen that face before.

Jayce was big. Their first time had been painful, no matter how much he had prepared her beforehand. His girth was just... huge. There'd been bleeding- it was Caitlyn's first time. There'd also been crying- that wouldn't be the first time that Caitlyn would cry during sex. It took a while for her to get used to his size, and when they broke things off she found it increasingly difficult to stimulate herself the way Jayce had. Two fingers was definitely not enough, especially not at this slow, drawn out pace.

"Nnhn..." Caitlyn whined, looking up at Jayce. Her hips thrusted against nothing, trying to speed him up. All Jayce was accomplishing was making her libido grow, and forcing her frustration to rise.

Maybe that was his goal all along.

"What's wrong?" Jayce asked. "Didn't you say that you wanted this?" His thumb grazed her clit, and she panted. "I'm not touching you where you don't want me to. Isn't this what you had wanted?"

Jerk.

Against her will, she whimpered again, more needily this time. Her breasts bounced as she moved her body to the best of her ability, what with her hands pinned up above her, trying to force more stimulation from his fingers.

"F-Fucking Hell..." Caitlyn breathed. "Stop being... such an ass!" She regretted the words as soon as they'd come from her mouth.

Immediately, the two fingers within her curled, pressing very hard against a very sensitive patch of flesh. His thumb pushed against her clit, the rough padded surface grinding against her soft nub. Caitlyn's eyes widened, and a wail of pleasure ripped through her lips, her back arching. She felt tears prick against her eyes. This was way too cruel, even for him! Her chest heaved, but he began to move again. His fingers were like a piston, pushing in and out of her without any abandon. She was crying out, making all sorts of lewd noises for him. It was too much, it was too much! Soft thighs tried to close, tried to push him away. Jayce was strong, though, and he continued despite her attempts to stop.

"I think you've gotten a bit too rude," Jayce said. His voice had taken on a dangerous edge- it was like the smooth, cold surface of the barrel of Caitlyn's rifle. Unforgiving. Unrelenting. His grip on her wrist tightened, painfully.

"I-I'm sorRYYY!" She could only apologize, sobbing out. "P-Please, st-st-stop it. M-Master, stoah... AngGH!" A third finger. "I-I was wr-wr-wrong... F-Forgive me please, please, ahHH~!" He tore one orgasm from her body, and she could hear her juices splash onto the floor. Still, Jayce took advantage of the post-orgasm glow, instead choosing to push her further and further. Her entire body shook. "N-No... too... se ...sensitive...!"

"Are you really sorry?" Jayce growled into her ear.

"Yes, YES! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master!"

And then it was over. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and she felt herself twitching down there. It was as if he doused her in ice water after burning her. The effect was maddening, and her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest. Soon afterwards, her wrists were released. Caitlyn's knees dropped to the floor, and she massaged her arms, panting hard. Her body craved a medium- it couldn't handle overstimulation, but no touching at all was even worse. She didn't dare to try to pleasure herself, though. Not in front of Jayce.

She knew that if she complained, if she yelled or screamed at him, he'd instantly apologize. He would wilt in front of her, kneeling and asking for forgiveness. That was the type of man he was- a man controlled entirely by his desires. A weak, weak man. It was why he was so dangerous, yet, in a very, very odd way, also extremely safe.

She had paused for too long, tending to her body. She could feel him shift, feel the dominance from him begin to slip away, replaced with worry. "... Cait-"

"Hey." She looked up at him, her chest still heaving. She could sense the tears dripping down her cheeks, though she felt far from sad. "I hope you're not going to back out of this, now." Her words washed over him, realization pouring over his body. Caitlyn stood up- shakily at first, but her hand found the wall of her office and she supported herself into a standing position, facing him.

She rolled her panties down her legs, lifting her skirt for him. "Aren't you going to take another shot, Master?" He could see the soft pink outline of her womanhood, literally watching her arousal drip down. She saw that he was still hard, his cock seeming to strain against his pants. "I wouldn't want to leave things up in the air."

The side that they both craved took over again. He knelt before her, only to roll her panties down completely, pocketing the soft silk underwear. "No, I wouldn't either," Jayce said. He held up his hand, and the musical device shut off, flitting back into his palm. "Why don't we go somewhere more private, Sheriff? Shall we go for a walk?"

In the dark? Wearing her dress, no panties? A short burst of wind could expose Caitlyn to all of Piltover, easily.

She felt her inner walls throb with desire. She took Jayce's outstretched hand, smiling. "I would enjoy that," Caitlyn replied, just as if they were two old friends. "Lead the way, then."


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