~Dominique's pov~

I walked out of the interrogation room and headed upstairs while smoothly dodging the numerous people walking around. Quickly, I was surrounded by reporters cameras, and blinding lights.

"Dominique, Dominique, question!"

"What?"

I hated reporters. They had a nasty habit of slandering good men in blue who sacrifice everything to protect civilians and send praises to whatever wicked rich boy who likes to pull people's strings. To me, they was as useful as a group of teenage girls in the midst of gossip and telling tales of 'he said, she said' bullshit. The thing that made me hate these people the most was the 'Detective Dipstick' article I found in the paper yesterday. If I'd have paid any attention to the picture, then I would've know who Carlton Lassiter was earlier. It wasn't until tonight's dinner I realized who Carlton really was. To these people, he's nothing more than a comedic joke, a sad excuse for a detective. However, these leeches will never know the sacrifices it takes a be a cop nor the true depth of life risking danger one must leap into all for a poor salary and a chance to make a slight difference in the world.

"What happened tonight at the restaurant and why did you have a gun?"

"Tonight, I was on a date with Head Detective Carlton Lassiter."

"You mean Detective Dipstick?"

I raised an eyebrow. Now I these wankers know how to press my buttons in the wrong way. How dare they belittle a cop in front of me? How dare they judge so quickly about a job they personally will never understand. They aren't out risking their lives every night that they clock in, Carlton was. Before this night is over, I'm going to remind them of that to.

"As I was saying, Detective Lassiter and I was on a date tonight. His friend, who is Head Psychic Detective of this department, Shawn Spencer, somehow sensed that I had a gun, which I did. And out of fear for Detective Lassiter's life, he did what he thought was right, by warning him."

"Why did you have a gun", another report asked.

"She was with Detective Dipstick. Why wouldn't she have a gun", all of the other reporters snickered, as well as some of the other cops.

I clenched my fist and counted to three as the group of brainless reporters laugh. I looked down at the name tag. Mr. Howard Stewart, is it? I'm going to keep a very special eye on you.

"You know what, yes I had a gun. Do you know why?"

Everyone was silent as the unknown number of eyes fell on me; reporters, cops, criminals, and mere suspects.

"Two years back I was in an abusive relationship. My husband, ex-husband I should say, would beat me like a dog every single night until I fell unconscious. The abuse was so bad, three times, I was put into a comma and sent into the hospital with 17 broken bones, a crack skull, and hemorrhaging of the brain. The cops could never arrest him because of some pathetic technicality. After I woken from the last coma, I was sent home and my husband got high on meth, as he always did. He started to beat me again with his belt. He said I was worthless. He said I was hideous and he said how no one could ever love a whore like me. Then, he pulled a knife out and stabbed me in the stomach. He tried to take my life. I very well couldn't allow that, could I? One of his guns was there on the floor next to me. I grabbed it and I shot the bastard. I barely made it out with my life. And since then, I've been carrying a concealed weapon ever since. I know a few bad apples in a basket doesn't mean that all apples are bad. However, if I run into other bad apple, I really would like to have a gun handy, just in case."

Everyone was silent. Some eyes were wide and others were watery. A few people even had their hands to their months. I even see so a supposed killer shed a few tears. The bait is now set, Brother Grimm. So, come and get me, you bastard.

"I'm so sorry, what a brave woman you are", a female reporter finally said with sympathy.

"Thank you", I said.

"That doesn't explain why you were with Detective Dipstick", someone in the crowd.

"You ungrateful bastards!" I shouted, suddenly shocked everyone who was within ear shot. "It's because of Detective 'Dipstick' that Santa Barbara's most notorious criminals are behind bars. It's Detective Dipstick that sacrifices his time and his life to make sure that cockroaches like you are safer on the streets. It's also Detective Dipstick that has put himself in the range of fire and bullets in order to save the lives of those to ridicule and demean him. So keep this in mind the next time you make fun of him. One day, when you least suspect it, it's going to be Head Detective Carlton Lassiter that'll end up saving your worthless arses, if he hadn't done so already. So if you would excuse me, I'm leaving."

Without waiting for another question, I pushed my way through the crowd and made my way outside. The night air was cool and sweet, making goosebumps appear on my arms. The daytime was one hot bitch and unforgiving bitch but, at least during the night time, the wicked sun was replaced by the gentle moon. I was going to walk down stairs when a familiar deep voice called my name.

"Dominique!"

I looked back to see Carlton exiting out of the building, jogging towards me. He quickly pulled me into his embrace and kissed me such passion, it felt like electricity was surging through my entire body. I was so overtaken by the kiss that, I didn't even notice that reporter were now outside, swarming around us and taking pictures. Once he pulled away, I couldn't see anything but stars for a few seconds.

"You are so fantastic! I need to ask you something."

Carlton's eyes were so beautiful and lite up with life and hope. I felt my heart pounding hard against my chest.

"Yes, what is it?"

"I know it's really fast but I need to know this now; would you be my girlfriend?"

Needless to say, I was speechless. Say something, damn me. Say something!

"Yes!"

I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He spun me around as our lips locked. I heard the numerous questions of the reporters. I saw the blinding lights of the camera flashes through my closed eyes. And I didn't care because right at that moment, I was happiest woman on Earth. Carlton put me down quickly.

"We have to go celebrate. At my house, I have whiskey, wine, and I'll bake you a lemon cake so good, it'll knock your socks off."

Before I could reply to his suggestion, he grabbed my hand and led me to his car. After we were in, he took off like a bat out of hell. It wasn't long until I found myself on a familiar looking street but in front of a different looking house. That when I realized that Carlton lived only five blocks down from me. Carlton unlocked the door to let me in. The inside was simple, very clean, and the walls had paintings of guns and flower. I also spotted a few candle grenades on the dining room table.

"So, as I've said, I've got whiskey and wine. You can have whatever you want."

"I want my dessert."

"Huh?"

I turned around and cut Carlton off with a kiss. He arms wrapped around my waist as my arms wrapped themselves around his neck. The kiss was sweet at first. Then it turned hungry fast. I felt his tongue push past my lips, tasting every inch of me. I heard him moan as I sucked on his delicious organ. Quickly pulling away, he turn his attention to my neck, kissing it and licking it. I gasped as I felt Carlton's hot mouth suck on the most sensitive part of my neck. My fingers found their way to the top of Carlton's head, tugging on the shorter hair and pulling the older man's body closer to mine.

In a flash, I felt his hands grip my rear and lifted me up so my thighs were wrapped around his waist once more. My whole body instantly grew hot and sensitive with just the mere thoughts of the events to come. I didn't just want more, I needed more. I turned Carlton's head just so I could ravish those sweet and swollen lips of his. Carlton then carried me farther back into the house. I heard a flick and then a light came on. Afterward, I felt my body fall onto a soft mattress where Carlton trapped me underneath his weight. I broke the kiss for air but that didn't stop Carlton. He went back to attacking my neck, sucking on that same sweet spot that created shivers that shoot down from my spine to my molten hot core.

I felt one hand leave my back and slid all the way down to my leg, then sliding up under my dress. I gasped from the long fingers that rubbed roughly against my clitoris through my now wet panties. With both hands, I grabbed Carlton's face once more, forcing him into a kiss just to muffle my moaning. I felt my back arch off the bed as the pressure of pleasure was building up to heights that I've never experienced before. I slammed my hands down on the mattress, my nails digging and nearly ripping through the comforter. I'm close. I'm so close! Carlton pulled away from my mouth and started to bite and suck on my earlobe. "It's my turn to interrogate you now", he whispered into my ear, making the last electric shiver the one that pushed me over the edge. "Sweet mother of GUNS, AHHH!" I felt the sweet release of my orgasm finally explode, the indescribable pleasure was nearly too much take. If Carlton's body wasn't on top of mine, my body would arched up all of the way off of the bed.

As I was finally coming down from the high of the orgasm, my whole body felt like jello. I laid there panting. My eyes were closed but, I could still tell that Carlton's eyes were on me. I can tell by the sound of his breathing that he was smiling. I felt his lips on mine as he pulled his hand out from between my legs. I felt him move away and off of the bed. Then I heard the wrestling of clothes and a few soft thumps that hit the floor. I opened my eyes to see Carlton completely shirtless, revealing the most spectacular hairy chest I've ever seen on a man as well as sculpted abs. My glazed shifted downward, noticing the baby blue boxers with tiny handcuffs on them. Behind those boxers laid dorment the massive, throbbing, covered erection. I swallow hard. He's gonna split in half!

I heard of men with big sizes but, I never met one before, well, not as big as Carlton anyway. As soon as he saw my expression, he smiled. His eyes moved up and down my weakened body, as if he was a starving predator and I was the helpless fond doomed to satisfy his appetite. Uh-oh! If just touching me was enough to set me off like that, I can't imagine what else he's capable of. My heart leaped for joy as my body begged for a rest.

I watched Carlton crawl on the large bed towards me. He was licking his upper lip, like a lion about to pounce. I tried to crawl away as my survivor instincts began to kick in. However, I didn't make it far. Strong hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me down the bed so he was directly between my legs while the friction made my dress hitch up all the way to my belly button. In one swift motion, he pushed my dress up and off of my body before leaning down and kissing me again. This kiss was even more hungry than the previous one. I kissed him back with just as much force. I felt his hands slide up behind my back to unhooking my bra and freeing my breast from their under-wired cage. Carlton sat up just as he pulled the cloth from my chest. He looked down at my body, as if trying to carve the picture before him in his mind forever. I felt myself shift from under his hot glaze. I didn't want to but, I couldn't stop myself from locking my eyes with his. The once cool, beautiful, blue eyes of tenderness that could make any woman want to swim in them, have now turned into hot tubs of blue burning lust. It made me feel so sexy as my body began to fill with the need of relief once more.

I couldn't wait. I sat up on my knees before Carlton could react. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard. He held my body tight against his. I felt his hands dip low to my rear. His fingers looped around my panties. Rip! I broke the kiss and looked down. He ripped my panties clean off! What the hell!? I was about to yell at Carlton when I felt his hands grab my arms, spin me around, and push me flat down on the the bed. Click. I felt the familiar cold metal around my wrist.

"Dominique Danger, you are hereby under arrest for being too damn sexy. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of Lassiter. Now, do you have anything to say for yourself", Carlton asked.

So, he's into roll play. Two can play this game.

"Yeah, eat me cop."

I immediately felt Carlton's hot breath against my ear as he whispered, "I think I will."

Suddenly, I was pulled to my feet on the floor. Long, strong fingers of one hand wrapped tightly around both of my shackled wrist. The other cupped and squeezed my right breast. I bit my lip, not wanting to let out any moans. But, when a pair of teeth firmly bit into my naked shoulder, I couldn't help but hiss from the unsuspecting pleasure.

"You think you're tough? I break tough guys twice my size just like toothpicks. If you confess now, I promise, I'll go easy on you."

I swallowed hard once more. The need to feel release was nearly overwhelming but, the thought of being taken advantage of by a detective, Head Detective Carlton Lassiter no less, was the very reason my body is burning like this in the first place.

"I confession that I'm not telling you anything, 'Detective'", I smirk.

Carlton spun me around and kissed me hard.

"I am going to interrogate you so hard."

Carlton pulled me over to the end of the room where an interrogation desk was place. It was identical to the one in the police station but, this particular desk has shackle drilled in the middle. He turned me around and had me sit on the desk. I waited for him to shackle my hands to the table. After he was done, Carlton gave me one last hard kiss.

"Last chance Danger, now talk!"

I leaned up calmly, smirked, and licked his lips with the tip of my tongue.

"Do your worst, Detective", I whispered.

He smirked at me and got down on his knees. He spread my legs wide open as he forced me back on the table. I moaned out loud from the sudden attack. There was two hands roughly massaging my breast and one tongue deep inside of me. I squirmed under the triple assault. I control the sounds that I was making. His hands felt fantastic as he squeezed my breast. His tongue swirled around inside me, hitting every sensitive nerve he could reach. I fought against my restraints. The indescribable pleasure I felt earlier was nothing compared to this. My head cocked back as moans got louder and louder.

"Oh my gun! Oh my Gun! Oh My GUN!"

Carlton hands moved from my breast down to my hips. He held them firm and steady as he continues to torment me more rapidly. I felt the same pressure building up once more. I was almost at my sweet peek for the second time. A few more licks later, "HOLY FUCK", I yelled out.

I felt myself cum hard as Carlton held me in place, licking up the access juices. Carlton pulled away and stood up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand.

"Now, are you ready to confess?"

I was panting was so hard, there was no way I could talk, much less breath properly. I felt the smalls beads of sweat roll down my exposed, tired body. I could hear the raffle of a thin fabric hit the floor. It had to be his boxers. I want to look Carlton but, I could hardly move. After a moment of saying nothing, I heard Carlton's voice.

"Dominique, Sweetie, are you ok? Do you want to stop", he asked in a worried tone.

The thought of stopping now was like getting stabbed in the chest. I wasn't done yet, not by a long shot.

"Detective," I finally managed, "You're going to have to do a lot better than that to make me crack."

I smiled up at the worried filled eyes and winked. He smiled down at me, those eyes that were filled with tender concern were once against filled with raw lust. His hand slid behind my back and uncuffed me from the table. Instead he cuffed my hands in front of me.

"You want me to do my worst, Danger? You've got it."

He picked my exhausted body up bridal style and carried me back to the bed. There, he laid me down. He laid myself on top of me and he stuck his head through my cuffed arms. He was kissing me hard as I felt his hands slid up my back. He hands gripped my shoulder as he aligned himself at my entrance. I felt Carton push the tip of himself inside. I gasped into at the sudden feeling of pain. It's been so long since that last time I had sex, I forgotten that my walls would contract to their original tightness. My inner muscles tensed, wrapping tighter around his enormous length. His hands gripped my shoulders tighter as he pushed himself deeper, make us both let out a long low moan. He broke the kiss as he steadied himself on his elbows while holding me in place. He looked right into my eyes as he pulled out and thrust himself completely in.

"AH!"

I completely how much this use to hurt. The look on my face made Carlton stop.

"Are you, ok? Really, we can stop anytime", he sounded worried.

I used my cuffed hands to pull him down into another kiss.

"Don't you dare stop", I whispered, afraid to use my own voice at this point.

Carlton didn't stop. Instead, he pulled out slowly, and pushed himself in just as slow. He did it again, and again. Carlton kept holding me, kissing me, and comforting me the whole time. Quickly enough, pain turned into pleasure. Before I knew it, I was begging for Carlton to go faster

"AHH!"

He went faster.

"AHHH!"

And harder.

"AAAHH!"

With every thrust, Carlton moved harder, and faster than the previous time. He was pounding himself into my wanting body hard that the bedpost was making dents in the walls. Carlton never took his eyes off of me as I gasp and moaned while he abused my g-spot. Then, he couldn't take it any more. His moaning was matching up to mine. He quickly bent down to kiss me hungrily as he moved faster than ever. All of my muscles tensed and contracted violently as I scream into the kiss, releasing a powerful new orgasm I've never felt before. Carlton nails dug deep into my shoulders, drawing blood as he fill me with his white hot liquid. We broke the kiss. I was gasping for air as I tried to blink away the stars that I was seeing. The whole room felt hot. We were both drenched in sweat. I felt Carlton rest his damp head in the curve of my neck. He was panting hard but, not nearly as bad I was. After a few seconds, he got out from under my arms, grabbed the keys that was laying next to us on the nightstand and uncuffed me completely. After that, he kissed me softly on the temple and smiled.

"That was amazing. Are you ready for round two", he asked.

My tired eyes shot wide open. I looked at Carlton with complete disbelief.

"What?"

Carlton gave me my favorite boyish smile and gave my nose a quick peck.

"Come on, I may not 29 any more but, I do have a few rounds left."

He's got to kidding me!

"H-how m-many rounds are we talking about?"

Carlton grinned at me.