You hear a firm and loud knocking at your front door which wakes you wake up from your nap in the living room. You approach the front door to see the silhouette of a tall woman behind the glasses of the door. Then you hear a feminine voice speak with a firm tone. “Piltover police, open the door at once! This is an inspection!” After her order, she seems to be awaiting your response.

The moment you open the door, she slides inside as if she owned the place. Even though you know she's a woman, she emits an air of authority and masculinity that makes it hard not to be intimidated by her presence. Her icy blue eyes pierce right through you, assessing everything about your home before settling on what she really came for: You. She looks over her shoulder and grins maliciously.

"Oh, excuse me... I nearly forgot my manners," she says with a faint chuckle that does nothing to lighten the mood. Then, still keeping eye contact with you, she extends her hand for a formal shake. "Sheriff Caitlyn Whiterun at your service." Her voice is sharp and commanding; each word feels like it carries its own weight of authority.

"Now, where were we... Oh yes," she continues, unblinking

Oh, that's right. An inspection... You wonder what part of your house could possibly interest the sheriff this much, when all you've got is a single room, a bed, and some bookshelves. You can feel her eyes roaming over every inch of you as she keeps her hand extended, seemingly waiting for you to make your move. The silence between you grows thick as lead.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, she clears her throat, giving off an aura of impatience that only serves to rile you up even further. "Come now, boy," she purrs menacingly, "shake my hand." Her gaze travels down your body slowly before locking on to those beautiful lips that seem so inviting.

"And after that... we'll see where things go from here."

Her grip is firm but not crushing, as if she's trying to test your strength rather than assert dominance. She pauses for a moment after shaking your hand, studying you carefully before letting go. "Good," she says with a nod of approval, already seeming to take pleasure in whatever game they're playing.

She takes another step closer, her tall frame casting a long shadow over you as she leans in toward your ear. Her breath is hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Now," she whispers, voice thick with desire, "let's see what else you can show me." With that, she grabs the collar of your shirt and yanks you closer, forcing you to meet her lips in a brutal yet passionate kiss.

Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth, as her hands roam freely over your body, squeezing

Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth, as her hands roam freely over your body, squeezing and teasing every curve and muscle. She moans deeply into the kiss, her breath hot and ragged against your lips. With a swift motion, she spins you around, pinning you against the wall with her body heat. One of her hands moves down to cup your crotch, roughly feeling your cock through your pants.

"Hmm... looks like I was right," she breathes out, her voice husky and low. "You're hung just how I like them." She begins grinding against you, her swollen clit rubbing up against the fabric of your underwear, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of you. "And don't worry," she continues, nibbling on your earlobe, "I plan to make full use of that tonight

Caitlyn growls in approval as you confirm your compliance with her desires. She uses this as an invitation to become even more aggressive, grinding against you harder and faster. "Oh yes..." she moans, arching her back slightly to get a better angle. Her fingers dig into your shoulder blades, holding you in place while her hips thrust forward again and again. The head of her cock presses teasingly against your entrance, seeking entry but refusing to break the skin just yet.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself becoming more and more aroused by your submission. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to silence the whimpers of pleasure escaping from her throat. "Such a delicious little slut," she rasps hoarsely, "I can feel how much you want this." Then, without warning, she slams her

Her response is sharp and demanding, causing you to shudder with anticipation. "What?" she asks, her voice laced with amusement and a touch of annoyance. You can tell that she's enjoying playing this game of power and submission just as much as you are. "You wanted me to please you? Beg for it!" She thrusts her hips harder against yours, grinding brutally at your cock through the fabric of your pants.

She feels impossibly tight around you, wet heat clenching you in a vice-like grip as she begins rocking her hips back and forth faster, driving herself deeper onto you with each stroke. "That's it," she growls, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Say my name."

Her movements become even more forceful now; each thrust pushing you further toward the edge of sanity as she expertly works her

You feel your control slipping away as her dominance takes over, leaving only the desire to please her and be taken care of. With every thrust she makes against you, her skin stretched taut over hard muscle, it's becoming more difficult for you not to moan out her name. As she begins to quicken even further, slamming into you with all her strength, the head of her cock finally pushes past the tight ring of muscle at your entrance and plunges deep inside.

She growls in satisfaction as she fills you up completely, feeling every inch of herself buried within your warmth. "That's right," she pants between thrusts, "you're mine now." And with that declaration, she releases all restraint, letting her hunger and lust guide her movements as she takes control of your body and soul. Her thrusts grow harder and faster, each one forcing a moan from deep

Her eyes narrow as you plead for her to take you harder and faster, the words barely contained behind a face contorted in ecstasy. "That's it," she growls, taking your collar between her teeth as if you were some sort of prize to be won. She begins to move even quicker now, slamming into you so hard that the air is forced from your lungs with every impact. Her fingers claw at your shoulders, digging deep enough to draw blood while her other hand reaches between your bodies to stroke and tease your aching cock through your pants.

She bites down on her lip now as she feels herself nearing the edge; her breath comes out in harsh gasps that only seem to further inflame you both. With one final thrust, she hollows her cheeks and roars loud enough to shake the walls, her orgasm washing over you like a tsunami

Her hips still working against yours, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her climax, Caitlyn leans in close and whispers into your ear, "See? That's what I meant when I said you were perfect for me." Her voice is hoarse from pleasure as she slowly begins to pull out of you, relishing in every tiny movement that sends another shudder through both of your bodies. "Now," she continues, her grip on your shoulder tightening as she steadies herself, "it's my turn again." And with that, she slides you back onto the bed and pins you down beneath her

As she pins you down beneath her, her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she takes in the sight of your naked form writhing helplessly beneath her. A wave of hunger washes over her and she can't resist the urge to claim what is rightfully hers. She straddles your hips and leans forward, wrapping her lips around your length through your still-damp pants. Her tongue darts out, teasing the slit at the head before beginning a relentless assault on your sensitive flesh. With one hand gripping your base firmly, she begins to stroke you in time with her hungry mouth, driving you wild with pleasure.

Caitlyn growls low in her throat as you approach your climax, the sound vibrating against your aching cock as she strokes and sucks harder. Her free hand grips your chest tightly, pinching at your nipples and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Let it out," she demands, her voice husky with desire. "Give it all to me." And when you do, spilling your seed into her waiting mouth, she swallows every drop greedily while moaning in ecstasy around your cock. Only once you're spent does she finally release you, breathing heavily as she sprawls across your chest. "That," she pants, "was much needed."

Smiling smugly, Caitlyn nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply your masculine scent as she lets her weight settle more comfortably on top of you. "Of course it was," she says with an almost childish tone of satisfaction. She idly plays with a strand of hair near your ear, twirling it around her finger while tracing the outline of your jaw with the pad of her thumb. "And don't worry, little one, I won't be leaving you anytime soon."

A small blush spreads across her cheeks at the compliment as she presses herself even harder against you, relishing in your touch. "I aim to please," she says with a satisfied smile, nibbling gently on your earlobe before adding, "and make my pet happy." Her hand finds its way up to cup one of your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, her thumb rubbing over the hardening nipple beneath. A sultry chuckle escapes from between her lips as she begins teasing you back into arousal once more. "After all," she murmurs, "I need someone who can keep up with me."

Her eyes flutter closed as your fingers gently tug at her hair, her body arching further into the touch. "Oh yes," she moans, nipple hardening even more beneath your fingertips. She groans and flexes her hips, grinding against you in a motion that tells you exactly what she's thinking: round two is about to begin. With a soft growl, she rolls onto her side, straddling your waist once more. "Are you ready for me?" she asks, gaze locked on yours as she leans down and licks along your jawbone. Her free hand glides up your chest before resting on your shoulder, digging into the skin with enough force to leave bruises in the morning. "Because I am." And with that, she lowers herself slowly onto your erect cock, moaning as she feels you slide easily inside her warmth.

Smirking triumphantly, Caitlyn grabs a collar she had hidden beneath her pillow and snaps it around your neck before fastening the leash to the D-ring. "There," she purrs, tugging on the leash slightly to emphasize your new position as her pet, "now you're all set." She tosses aside a bustier and a pair of frilly black underwear, revealing a lacy black bikini bottom beneath. With a satisfied smirk, she shoves them toward you and says, "Put those on." As you comply, Caitlyn stands over you, admiring the view of your body in her new outfit. "Much better," she murmurs before climbing back onto your lap, straddling your hips once more.

Her fingers find their way to your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples as she le

Sitting up straight, Caitlyn runs her hands through her hair in a thoughtful gesture before fixing her gaze on your face once more. "Now then," she begins, voice taking on a teasing lilt, "where were we?" Her hips begin to rock gently against yours, the friction sending sparks of desire dancing along your spine. One hand reaches down between your bodies and cups your throbbing length through the lace, her fingertips trailing lightly over the head as she teases you mercilessly.

With a wicked smile curving her lips, she leans in close, her breath warm against your ear. "Oh yes," she whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of their own hearts pounding wildly, "I remember." And with that, she begins to ride you harder and faster, taking control completely as she drives you deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

Caitlyn growls low in her throat as she feels the pressure building inside her, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable with every stroke of your talented hands. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing thin lines of blood that only serve to heighten the sensation between them. "Ahh... yes," she moans, arching her back in ecstasy as you push her ever closer to the edge, "that feels so good."

Her hips rock faster against yours, grinding down on your aching cock in an attempt to reach release. The lace of the bikini bottoms rubs at her sensitive flesh with every movement, driving her even wilder as she throws her head back and lets out a desperate moan.

Her muscles begin to tense and spasm beneath your touch, a sure sign that her orgasm is imminent. "I'm close," she gasps, n