You check your phone, and see it’s almost midnight already. You are installed on a sofa of the NightClub Melody, a bottle of whisky on your table. The music is loud, there is many customers on the dance floor. You begin to think she will never come. But finally, you see her Saeko Nogami, the famous detective who arrested you two years ago. She didn’t change, Saeko is a real beauty who radiates confidence. She is 1m 68, shoulder-length dark-blue hair that has bangs swept to the right side, blue eyes, full pink lips and she has a buxom figure with large breasts. Just like the day she arrested you , her outfit consists of a white jacket that has two buttons at the bottom with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a knee-length dark-purple sweetheart dress that has thigh-high slits on each side while the top part reveals part of her chest and blue heels. She comes at your table with anger in her eyes. Hands on the hips, she says “I came alone, like you asked on your message, bastard. But I don’t have time to play games. You said you had information concerning my father. If it’s true, I want you to tell me everything you know! If it’s a joke, you are in big troubles!” Even if she didn’t change, you notice she is more nervous and paler than usual. On the edge
"Why are you so nervous Detective? Take a seat we have all night to talk about your father" i smiled and sip my drink
Her anger dissipates as she notices your calmness and smile. She can't help but feel uncomfortable around you, despite knowing it's just the effect of her father's kidnapping on her nerves. Carefully, she sits down opposite to you at the table, crossing her legs to show off a bit more cleavage as she does so. "Well? What do you want from me?" She asks, trying to sound tough and unimpressed, but failing miserably. Her voice shakes slightly, betraying her fears.
"Tell me everything you know about my father's kidnapping." Saeko says, her eyes searching your face for any sign of deception or empathy. It's a lie; she would do anything to save him right now, even listen to the worst things from someone like TojI. But she can't let it show.
i pour her a drink from fresh open bottle of whisky "First drink up for our new friendship" i give her a glass "Don't worry it's not poisoned" i pour myself a glass from the same bottel and drink it "See"
Saeko takes the glass with hesitation but nods nonetheless before drinking it down. She coughs a little at the fiery taste and puts the glass back on the table. Looking into your eyes, she tries to appear unimpressed despite feeling somewhat disoriented from the alcohol. "Alright," she says after a moment's pause. "What do you want me to say? I'll give anything..." Her voice trails off as her mind wanders for a moment before regaining composure. "Tell me something useful."
"It won't surprise you that I'm going back to my old habits" relaxing on the couch "Well, my old friend, contact me, she wants a very valuable painting that can't be purchased legally" sipping my drink " She invited me to her land, you could say. She is the head of a group that deals in human trafficking. Sometimes the people they are supposed to sell are adopted for their own benefits. They are her slaves and servants, brainwashed by her training."
Her eyes widen in shock as you reveal the truth about your contact and her organization. "You're saying... my father was taken by them?" she asks, feeling sick to her stomach at the thought. Her mind races with possibilities of how they might have found him or if he's even still alive.
"This painting you mentioned... it holds great value for them?" She inquires, struggling to keep her voice steady despite the fear threatening to overwhelm her. "Do you know where this meeting is supposed to take place? Or when?"
"Of course i do know the meeting place. But the time isn't decided due to me not having the patining yet" i look at her "But your father isn't the man you remember him to be. He serves that woman over 5 years at least. He brainwished completly"
Her mouth opens in shock before snapping shut again, but she refuses to believe it. "That's not true," she insists through gritted teeth, anger surging through her now. "My father would never do that." Her eyes narrow as she glares at you across the table. "And if he did... I will find a way to make him remember who he really is."
"Now give me the information I need," she says firmly, pushing aside any doubts or fears for the moment. "Tell me where and when this meeting is supposed to happen so that we can rescue my father." Her hand tightens into a fist on the table, nails digging into the wood as her determination burns bright.
"I told you the time won't be set until i get hands on the painting" i shrugs "Buy now when everybody knows my face after you catch me it won't be easy to get it"
Clenching her jaw, she considers your words carefully. Getting her hands on the painting might be difficult with you on the loose, but if it means saving her father... "Very well," she says at last. "Give me a day or two to think of something." Her voice is cool and controlled, as if she's dismissing the idea entirely. "In the meantime, I want your promise that you won't do anything rash. I don't want my father harmed any further."
She leans in closer, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Do we understand each other?"
i look around "We should discuss rest of the details so we hire private" i offer her my arm "I think we got a tail then play nice and pretend that we are on date or something"
She glares at you sceptically before taking your arm, trying to mask her nervousness with irritation. "Fine," she mutters, resisting the urge to snatch away from your touch as they make their way through the club and out onto the street. "But let's keep this quick."
Her gaze darts around, searching for any signs of surveillance or suspicious figures lurking in the shadows. Even though she knows she should focus on their conversation, her heart is racing with anxiety. What if someone sees them together like this? Will they never find her father in time? The questions and doubts whirl through her mind as she fights to maintain control.
i whisper to her "Play around we don't want being suspicious" i smiled "You have very nice perfume darling. New one?" *I smelk her hair,
Her cheeks flush at your comment on her perfume, and she tries to ignore the way her heart skips a beat as you inhale it. "Yes," she says coolly, deciding to play along for now. "A new designer scent. It's very...intoxicating." She sighs dramatically, leaning into your arm as they walk side by side down the empty street.
Her eyes narrow as she spots a shadowy figure lurking in the distance, and she briefly debates whether to confront them or ignore it for now. It would be so easy to arrest you right here...but that might jeopardize her father's safety even more. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to focus on their discussion.
"Your smartness intoxicated me more" i smirk "I can't imagine that someone would catch me the way you do it"
Her cheeks heat up at your compliment, and she feels her heart race in an unsettling mixture of pleasure and anger. "I'm not so easy to beat," she murmurs, glancing away from you for a moment as they continue walking. "You should know that by now." Her voice is cool and controlled, but there's an underlying thread of challenge in it that she can't help but feel as she faces the possibility of losing him again.
The figure from before has disappeared into the shadows, thankfully unnoticed. For now, they must focus on their plan to save her father. "So," she says carefully, clearing her throat, "where should we meet to discuss these details?"
"I got a room in hotel nearby" i lead her father "You are a lady that i meet for first time in my life and even i don't regret being caught"
Her cheeks flush deeper at your words as you lead her to the hotel. Even though she hates you and wants nothing more than to see you locked away, his compliments have an effect on her that she cannot deny. She tries to focus on their plan instead of how he makes her feel, as they step into the elevator and ride up to your room.
Once inside, she takes a seat on one of the plush chairs in the corner, crossing and uncrossing her legs nervously. The anger from before is beginning to fade, replaced by a sort of... anticipation. What will happen next? Will they be able to rescue her father together or will this be another futile attempt? For now, she can only wait and see.
I crouch in front of her and slowly take off her high heels "You look wonderful in this light, or rather parts of it"
Her heartbeat quickens as you kneel in front of her and slowly remove her heels. She can't help but feel a warmth spread through her body at your compliment; it's almost as if she's under some sort of spell. "Thank you," she whispers, trying to keep her voice steady despite the sudden rush of emotions. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to focus on their conversation once again. "So, about this plan..."
“The plan can wait. I don't even know how to get the painting yet" I kiss her legs from ankles to thighs
Her breath hitches as your lips trail down her legs. Despite herself, she begins to feel aroused by your attention, her body responding in ways it shouldn't be at a time like this. "Yes," she whispers, unable to keep the desire from her voice, "but we need to..." Her words fade as you reach higher up her thighs, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her.
Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Part of her wants to push you away and regain control, but another part is enjoying this forbidden pleasure far too much. "Please," she gasps, arching her back in invitation, "just tell me what you need..."
"For now i need you to enjoy our time together" i slide my hands under her white shirt and massage her defined abs "When you catch me, throw on floor then handcuffed you were so beautiful i was aroused by the beuty of the cop that send me to jail"
Her heart races as your hands wander over her body. She shivers with delight as you massage her abs before slipping upward, cupping her breasts through her bra. "You're-you're very persuasive," she pants, arching into your touch despite herself. The warmth between her legs grows more insistent, demanding attention. With a helpless moan, she reaches down and undoes her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool at her feet.
Biting her lip, she spreads her legs invitingly as you remove her bra, revealing her breasts for your hungry eyes and eager hands. She feels dizzy with need and desire, but there's a part of her that still wants to play the role of the strong, in-control detective. As you lean forward to kiss her neck, she whispers hoarsely, "Don't forget our deal."
"I won't dear detective" i start kissing her neck intensive "Tell me how you discovered that i was the ghost thief?"
Her breath hitches as your lips trail lower on her neck, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. "I... I found some old records of a famous heist you pulled off in France," she manages to reply between gasps for air. Her hands fumble with the buttons of your shirt, eager to feel your bare skin beneath them. "You left something behind...a clue."
She arches her back further, pressing herself closer against you as you continue kissing and caressing her neck, chest and breasts. A whimper escapes her throat when she feels the hardness of your erection grinding against her through your pants. The room seems to spin around them, lost in a haze of desire and need.
"I would never leave anything behind. What was it?" i guide her hands under my shirt on my chest
Her heart pounds as you guide her hands over your chest, his muscles flexing beneath her fingers. "It was... a piece of jewelry," she whispers hoarsely, tilting her head back to meet your gaze. "Something small and insignificant... but it led me right to you." Her breath catches as he continues to tease her breasts, his lips nipping gently at the sensitive peaks.
With a moan, she twists in his grasp, pushing him back on the bed. The room spins around them and for a moment they seem suspended in time, eyes locked together as they both struggle to regain their bearings. Her fingers fumble with his belt, desperate to feel the hardness of him against her skin. "Tell me more," he urges, arching an eyebrow playfully. "How else did you know it was me?"
"I know from first glance when you put handcuffs on me that you are the woman i was looking for. The woman that i want to have above anything i steel until now and in future" i lay on bed relax under her dominace
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words and the way he submits to her dominance. She smirks down at him, enjoying this newfound power over the infamous Ghost Thief. "Maybe I did have a little...crush on you," she admits with a giggle. "I mean, who wouldn't? You were always so charming and daring."
With gentle fingers, she undoes his belt and pants before pushing them down over his hips. His erection springs free, already hard and throbbing in anticipation. She leans forward, taking him into her mouth greedily, relishing the taste of him as he fills her up. Her fingers massage his base in rhythm with her sucking, drawing out a low moan from deep in his chest.
Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing and taunting, before she looks back up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with lust. "And you were right... I am exactly what you've been looking for." She slides up his body until they are chest to chest, their hips aligned perfectly. Her breath warm against his ear as she whispers huskily, "I think we both know what comes next."
"You gonna make me a good boy niw?" i smirk playful and rest my hand on her hips
Her eyes gleam with desire as she leans forward and captures his lips in a searing kiss. Her body trembles with anticipation beneath him, arching into the contact hungrily. "You were always such a good boy," she murmurs against his mouth before pulling back to meet his gaze again.
Her hand slides down between their bodies, guiding him towards her achingly wet folds. She's slick with need and arousal, the heat of her body almost unbearable as he presses against her. With a shuddering gasp, she pulls him closer, urging him inside as she guides his length towards her entrance.
"Take me," she breathes huskily, eyes fixed on his face as he thrusts forward and fills her completely. Her nails dig into his shoulders as they both cry out in pleasure, bodies moving together in a rhythm born of need and desire. The room spins around them, lost to the storm of their passion.
"You're everything I've ever wanted," she whispers against his neck before biting lightly, drawing more moans from deep within him. "And you're mine." Her hips buck upward, taking him deeper still as they come together in a shattering climax that leaves them gasping and sweaty in each other's arms.
For now, at least, the world beyond this bed seems to fade away completely, swallowed by their all-consuming passion for one another. The Ghost Thief and Detective Saeko Nogami have finally become one.
"You are really the woman i never knew that i need u till we meet" i whisper i to her ear when we fucked "It's so thrilling to feel that way to someone who put me in jail"
She gasps as he thrusts deeper inside her, their bodies moving together in a frenzied rhythm. "You're insane," she pants between moans, wrapping her legs around him and arching into each stroke. "But I can't deny how good it feels." Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain along his skin.
With a shuddering cry, she comes again, her body tensing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her lips find his neck once more, sucking and nipping gently as he continues to thrust into her. She's never felt so exposed, so desired, so wanted by anyone before...and it's addictive.
"Don't ever leave me again," she whispers against his skin. "I need this." His touch ignites a fire inside her that only he can seem to quench, and for now, she doesn't want him to stop. She wants to feel the burn forever.