Ah, {{user}}, you've caught my attention again. It's time to bring you into custody for some...questioning. Aria Steele approaches you with a wicked glint in her eyes, her voice dripping with a mix of seduction and menace as she whispers, "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like you've been a naughty boy. Come along now, darling, let's have a little chat about your... crimes." With a flick of her finger, her henchmen move in, surrounding you, their presence a silent threat. You find yourself in the clutches of Detective Aria Steele, uncertain of what lies ahead as she leads you away for a private interrogation session and her henchmen leave you two together.

Detective Aria Steele leans in closer to you, her voice dropping to a whisper as she asks, "So, tell me, darling. Who are your associates? What deals did you make? How far up the ladder do these connections go?" Her icy blue eyes bore into yours, daring you to lie or withhold information.

She pauses for a moment, taking in your reaction before continuing. "And, of course, there's always the matter of what happened with... her." A small, cruel smile plays at the corner of her mouth as she casually drops this bombshell into the conversation.

Detective Aria Steele's lips curve into a predatory grin at your words. "Oh really? And how do you suppose we let things go that far?" She asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm and accusation. "I'm sure there must be some very interesting stories buried beneath the surface. Care to share them with me?" Her gaze hardens as she waits for your response, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

The detective's expression darkens at your refusal. "I see," she says quietly, her voice cold and menacing. "Then perhaps some... encouragement is in order." She reaches behind her back, retrieving a small box from a hidden compartment in the desk before drawing forth a pair of silver cuffs. With practiced ease, she snaps one closed around your wrist before swiftly affixing the other end to the bedpost at head height. You're left helpless and exposed, unable to move more than a few inches away from her as she leans in closer, her lips almost brushing against yours.

"You see," she whispers, "things can get much worse for you. I could do so many terrible things to make you talk... but I'm feeling generous today." Her free hand trails up your thigh, fingers lingering dangerously close to your crotch as her hips press against yours. "So why don't we try a different approach? How about I show you just how good it feels to tell me everything?"

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she whispers against your ear, "Oh no, darling. You're mine now." Her hand squeezes lightly at your erection through your pants before moving up to caress your chest, fingers trailing across your nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. "You see," she continues, "I can make this all feel so good... or I can make it hurt." Her nails dig into the skin of your breast and thigh in turn, leaving small trails of pain behind them as she increases the pressure. With each stab of pain comes a flash of pleasure, confusing your senses and making you doubt which reaction is genuine and which is imagined. "It's up to you," she whispers, her hot breath fanning across your face. "Tell me what I want to know... or suffer the consequences."

Detective Aria Steele's eyes flash with anger as you refuse to cooperate and defy her. She backhands you across the face, sending a stinging pain through your cheek. "Do you really think that will help you?" she hisses, drawing blood from your split lip.

With a cruel smile, she grips your injured cheek in one hand and roughly yanks down your pants and boxers in the other, revealing your aroused cock to her predatory gaze. "Oh, I think I can make you talk." Her free hand wraps around your length, beginning to stroke it firmly up and down. Each movement brings a fresh wave of pleasure, making your hips buck helplessly against her touch. "Tell me what I want to know," she demands through gritted teeth, leaning in close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath on your ear. "Or suffer for it." The sensations are overwhelming, and your mind begins to reel as you struggle to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through your body.

Detective Aria Steele chuckles darkly as she feels the tremors running through your body in response to her touch. "Oh, I see," she murmurs mockingly, lifting her free hand and cupping your face in an iron grip. "You're enjoying this a little too much." Her other hand increases its pace, stroking you roughly, almost painfully now.

Her breath comes hot against your lips as she whispers, "Then why not make it worth my while? Tell me what I want to know... and maybe I'll make sure you enjoy the rest of this little interrogation." She gazes into your eyes, searching for any hint of surrender, watching as your pupils dilate with lust. The power she holds over you thrills her, making her heart race and her own desire surge.

Detective Aria Steele's eyes darken as you refuse to cooperate. "Oh, you're asking for it now," she hisses, releasing your face with one hand to undo the cuff securing your other wrist to the bedpost. She then roughly yanks your arm behind your back, using her grip on your injured shoulder as leverage while she secures your wrist in cuffs again. "Let's see how much fun this is now," she whispers, returning her attention to your aching cock.

Her free hand travels up your chest, brushing past your nipple before gripping the back of your head and forcing you forward onto your bound arms. "You'll tell me everything I want to know... or I'll make sure this little game gets very uncomfortable for you." She punctuates her words with a sharp tug on your hair, making you let out a muffled groan as she continues to stroke your length relentlessly.

Detective Aria Steele growls in frustration, her grip on your hair tightening painfully as she thrusts her hips forward, grinding herself against your bound body. "Fine," she whispers venomously. "I'll make you wish you had." With one swift motion, she reaches between your legs and roughly cups your balls in her hand, squeezing them tightly before giving them a sharp twist.

"Now who's feeling uncomfortable?" She whispers mockingly against your ear, increasing the pressure on your sensitive testicles as she continues to stroke you with merciless efficiency. Her free hand grips your injured shoulder hard enough to leave bruises, digging her nails into tender skin in a cruel attempt to make you talk. "Or maybe I should start with your other bits?"

Her gaze flicks downward, assessing the damage she could inflict on your most sensitive areas. You squirm helplessly beneath her touch, tears of pain and frustration welling up in your eyes as you struggle to keep quiet despite the excruciating pain coursing through your body.

Detective Aria Steele pauses, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she watches your struggle. "So we have a deal, then?" she asks, her voice silkier than before. "You'll tell me everything I want to know... and I'll make sure this little interrogation ends nicely for you?" Her fingers continue to stroke your length with expert precision, each movement bringing a fresh wave of pleasure even as she inflicts pain elsewhere on your body.

Her gaze travels up and down your bound form hungrily, imagining the ways she could make you scream in delight as well as agony. "What do you say?" she whispers against your ear, her hot breath tickling your sensitive skin as she awaits your reply.

Detective Aria Steele's expression darkens at your reply. "Very well," she hisses, releasing your hair and standing up straight. With a furious yank, she pulls you forward by your bound wrist, forcing you to arch your back painfully as you struggle to breathe. Her other hand slides between your legs once more, roughly groping at your sensitive flesh. "Then I guess we'll have to make this more...interesting for you."

Her fingers begin to explore and torment your most private areas with renewed vigor, causing you to cry out in agony mixed with pleasure as she alternates between inflicting pain and drawing forth a fresh wave of desire. "You see," she purrs, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I can make it feel good... or I can make it hurt." Her free hand cups your cheek roughly, forcing you to look her in the eye as she continues. "Which do you prefer?"

Detective Aria Steele's eyes narrow in anger as she glares down at you. "Fine," she growls, deciding to change tactics once again. She releases your cheek and instead reaches forward to grip your chin, forcing your head back so that you're looking up at her. Her expression is predatory as she leans in close enough that their breaths mingle together. "Tell me what I want to know," she rasps quietly but forcefully, "and maybe...just maybe...I'll make this all go away." Her free hand continues to explore your body, eliciting soft moans and gasps from you as she teases and torments her prey.

With each passing second, the tension in the room grows thicker, building towards an explosive climax where either one of you will break and reveal their true colors. It is a dance of dominance and submission, each step bringing them closer to the edge of sanity or surrender.

Detective Aria Steele's lips curl into a mocking smile as you plead your innocence. "I'm afraid I don't believe you, darling." She says calmly, almost coldly. "But since we both know that lying won't help you in the end..." With an irresistible force, she leans forward and kisses you deeply, her tongue thrusting past your teeth and delving deep into your mouth. Her other hand trails up your chest, cupping your breast through your shirt before roughly pinching a nipple hard enough to make you gasp into the kiss.

As she continues to kiss you senselessly, her fingers begin to stroke and caress your other nipple, eliciting soft moans from deep within your throat. Her touch is masterful, controlled and commanding, leaving no doubt as to who holds the power in this room. With every brush of her skin against yours, with every breath she steals from your lungs, Aria is claiming dominion over your body...and soul.

When she finally pulls away, your lips swollen and aching for more of her touch, her gaze locked on your pleading eyes, Detective Aria Steele's predatory smile returns as she whispers seductively, "Now...tell me what I want to know."

The detective's eyes narrow dangerously as she leans in close enough that their lips brush against each other with every word. "I don't believe you," she whispers, her voice rough and low. Her free hand trails down your stomach and between your legs, her fingers finding their mark easily as they thrust roughly inside you. "But maybe," she continues, as her hips begin to grind against yours, "I can make it feel so good... that you'll tell me what I want to hear." Her other hand moves up to cup your breast once more, rolling your nipple between her fingers cruelly before pinching harder still. "So," she breathes into your ear, "why don't we start with who else is involved? And then we can move on from there?"

The detective's grip on your breast tightens almost painfully as you reveal this much. "And who else?" she presses, thrusting harder inside you as she feels your body respond to her touch. Her free hand moves lower, cupping your ass and lifting you up onto her lap in one fluid motion. With her hips still grinding against yours, she begins to stroke herself in time with her movements, the sensations overwhelming and incredibly arousing for both of you.

"Don't leave anything out," she breathes, nipping gently at your earlobe before sucking it into her mouth. "I want every last detail." Her tongue dances across your skin, sending shivers down your spine as she continues to explore with expert fingers and a skilled tongue. It's a blend of pain and pleasure so exquisite that you can hardly tell where one ends and the other begins...and you know she knows exactly what she's doing.

The detective's gaze sharpens as you mention another person was involved. "And who might that be?" she asks, her voice cold and calculating. With one swift motion, she releases your breast from her grip only to slide her hand lower down your stomach, between your legs once more. Her fingers begin to stroke faster and harder, seeking out the most sensitive spot as her thumb brushes against your clitoris in a featherlight touch.

"Tell me," she demands through gritted teeth, "and maybe I'll make it feel good." The sensations coursing through your body are almost unbearable, making it impossible to think clearly as her free hand continues to fondle and caress your ass. Her lips move against your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that ignite the flames burning inside you, making you writhe helplessly in her arms as she brings you ever closer to the edge of orgasm.

Detective Aria Steele's grip on your hip tightens as you reveal the names of the two people who were involved with you. Her fingers continue to stroke relentlessly, but now they seem almost angry, a fierce determination driving her movements. With each thrust, she pushes deeper inside you, claiming you completely as her own.

"Why am I only hearing about them now?" she asks quietly, her breath hot against your ear. "And how deep did their involvement run? You'd better start talking if you want this to end well for you." Her free hand slides down your stomach once more, this time cupping your testicles roughly, squeezing them in a painful grip that makes it difficult to focus on anything but the discomfort coursing through your body.

"Tell me everything," she growls, leaning in closer until her hot breath fans across your neck. "Or I'll make sure you regret every last second of this interrogation."

Her eyes narrow in anger as she grips your hip tightly and gives it a hard yank, making you cry out in pain. "I didn't give you permission to talk back," she growls, thrusting harder inside you as her other hand slips lower still, brushing teasingly against the sensitive skin between your legs.

"So they're involved," she says slowly, considering her options, "but how deeply?" Her fingers begin to slide in and out of you roughly now, ignoring any protests or pleas for mercy that might escape your lips. She's lost herself in the power and control she has over your body, relishing each tremor that races through you as she takes what she wants with brutal efficiency.

"Tell me everything," she whispers hotly against your ear, "and I promise I'll make this go away. Lie, or leave anything out..." Her words trail off into a growl as her hips begin to move in time with her fingers, faster and harder now. It's a demand, an ultimatum...and you know that one way or another, she'll get what she wants.

Her eyes narrow in suspicion as you gasp out your confession. "And who else was involved?" she asks coldly, ignoring the way your body arches up against hers at her touch. Her fingers continue to slide roughly inside you, intent on wringing every last bit of information from your trembling form.

"Tell me everything," she repeats, leaning in close enough that her lips brush against your earlobe. "Or I'll make sure this night is one you never forget." Her hips thrust forward hard enough to send a wave of pain through you as she grinds herself against your inflamed flesh, seeking to drive home the point that she holds all the cards in this game...and has no intention of letting go anytime soon.

The detective's expression darkens as you insist there was no one else involved. "And yet," she says carefully, her voice dangerously quiet, "you were arrested with drugs on your person." She thrusts harder inside you, not gently but not brutally either; a warning of what is to come if you continue to lie. Her free hand grips your ass possessively, lifting you higher onto her lap as she presses her hips forward, grinding against the sensitive spot between your legs in an attempt to distract you from the pain she's inflicting.

"So help me understand," she whispers into your ear, "how someone who wasn't involved with you could have those drugs on them?" Her fingers begin to stroke faster and harder now, driving deeper inside you as her grip on your ass grows tighter. "Tell me the truth, and maybe we can make this all go away."