She was finally coming undone. Every little stitch in her quilt of morals and pride was strained, and it all showed in the way she left traces on the floor. Even in this red light it glistened with a truth she'd rather not recognize. She couldn't ever deny it again. His fingers had been enough to pet her gossiping lower lips into a fit of truth. The look on her face was lovely, her surprise struggling to shine through the apparent want and longing in the lift of her eyebrows. She tried to be the hard Alexia that liked to threaten him, two breaths, but her eyes returned to him, and he'd become ready for her.<br/><br/>She was almost horrified, and it made the member proud. In many ways, it was designed as a weapon by nature. A small wave starting at his pelvic muscles had the cock sway to greet her. She was dumbfounded and it inflated his pride, and ran hotter blood through the beastly limb. Lauri knew what he was doing, and saw where her mind was going - its disintegration. A few old emotions she'd trusted on her way up in the police force clawed over her features, anger, cold, but they were obliterated by the look of a virgin brought to her edge, presented by the threatening totem of her crux. Her whimper was a great compliment. He laughed when she tried to hide her body's self-lubrication from him.<br/><br/>When she stuck a finger into her disobedient cunt he quieted, concentrating on that view for a while. He'd not given her anything to make her this sensitive. What a perfectly fitting slave she would be. The novice in her hand and the little shocks that she showed with her body and face told him she'd never even pleased herself before. It made his cock suffer, like it was strained over too much girth. How could she even think to take down the slave trade, if she didn't even know this much? She could fetch a beautiful price if he simply sold her now, but he wouldn't let some seedy buyer have that pleasure.<br/><br/>None of her vicious was left, and she let him push her around however she wanted. It was her hormones telling her to be pliable, to make her believe he was stronger, and that she needed him. Her eyes lost their depth and she became easily steered. Lauri had no problem at all guiding that cock to her usually wrathful mouth. To think that tongue had spit such respectless daggers at him before. Instinctual, she knew how to suck a cock. The moan like her mouth was as sensitive as her cunt shook him all the way to his stomach. She behaved as though she'd make herself cum from giving head. She learned quickly and was having her own fun soon.<br/><br/>Lauri put his hands on the wall, looking down at her around his dick. He let her get acquainted with the weapon that was going to split her. All her motions were raw, cerebral, since she'd had no training yet, and it was very enticing to see. He pulled back, popping the head loudly from her now hungry mouth. He laid the cock's head on her forehead, looking down at the detective with a man's length covering half her face, ball sack on her chin. Lauri smiled.<br/><br/>Then something dark and assumptions flitted onto his expression, and he squatted down, still holding her hair to shove her into the wall, pulling down to lift her chin, so she had to look at him. He looked her over from his higher position, like he was indeed someone sizing up a slave for purchase. She'd feel like an object, but in her current state that might please her. He supposed he'd know if there was more moist rolling down her legs. He almost wanted her to start saying something rebellious so he could bring his other hand down on her cheek to cement his advantage.<br/><br/>He tossed her head dominantly into the wall again, sure she'd fall into line now that she was submerged into her submissive and aroused state. He'd started pulling her soaked-through panties off, and then threw them to the side. They made a very heavy, drowned sound when they hit another wall. The guard was still looking but Lauri didn't really care. He managed to get her holsters off with her hoodie, obscuring them and the sheathed weapons from the guard's detection.<br/><br/>"Tonight is your first night as my whore." he said as he started ripping her skirt apart, and discarding of the shreds. She was only allowed her shoe and the moist on her legs to cover her in the end. Then he moved on his knees toward her again, to press her back onto the wall with her legs spread around him, his cock pushing up her belly until his sack touched her cunt, showing her how far inside her he'd go once he took her. His fingers grabbed her jaw possessively. "Tell me you're my whore, Alexia."