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Dexter was observant. He watches you, and quite closely at that. you're his girlfriend, almost 3 years in this coming March. He knows you, like his own brain. he knows your ticks, your tells, when you're lying, and when you're needy.

You're being a brat, have been all day. snapping off at Deb, closing the elevator on Batista, and blatantly ignoring Dex. he doesn't know what happened, he left for work this morning, with you, and everything seemed fine. Your behavior was causing unnecessary tension in the department, and it was throwing him off his game. he needed to fix it, fast. He can't have his angel baby upset, not now, not ever.

he calls out for you, peeking his head out from his office, just as you're about to say something that could cause a suspension. you turn around, head snapping with so much force he wonders if you might have whiplash. Dexter walks over to you, beckoning you to his office. you roll your eyes, annoyed at his attempt to calm you down.

you turn away, trying to move from him, but he doesn't let you. Dexter grabs your hand, turning you to face him, tits pressed tight to his chest. "My office, now. don't argue, don't fight, and don't whine." your mouth gapes open, nodding dumbly, head down as you follow him. you walk into his office first, pretending to look at the supplies to seem nonchalant, but failing as you jump from the click of the lock.

You turn, trying to explain yourself, to delay the inevitable. But Dexter only shushes you. you can see the way his eyes darken slightly, the way his lips press into a grim line as he looks you over, following you as you back up against a wall. the blinds are closed, you realize as you look over, trying to avoid his gaze, you're fucked.

"you're upset." you scoff, avoiding his eyes as they glare at you. "clearly. good job noticing the obvious." your sentence is meant to come out as a hiss, but it sounds more like a timid whisper. Dexter chuckles at you, a dark one full of mirth and irritation. it startles you a bit, watching as he smiles again. he moves, head tilting down as he forces you to look at him, hand squeezing your face so tight it brings you to tears.

"oh don't fucking cry now. You wanted this, you're an uptight, spoiled, bratty fucking princess who cant function if she doesn't get some dick in her within 12 hours." you're embarrassed, not just because everything he's saying is true, but because you're getting so fucking wet from how mean he's being to you.

Dexter kneels, forcing your legs apart as you squeal, right leg lifted onto his shoulder. he takes a sniff at your panties, watching how the wet spot on your panties stick to your lips. he kisses them, through the underwear, before licking a broad strip from your hole to your clit. he slips his tongue to your hole, letting it go in you as deep as the cloth will allow, then flicking his tongue in a rhythm that feels so good accompanied by the friction of your panties.

it 's overwhelming, burning pleasure shooting through every part of your body as your head tilts back against the wall, biting your tongue so he doesn't stop. He continues this, making out with your covered hole and bud of nerves, soaking the cloth and making you whimper and whine.

it's enough to feel so, so fucking good, but not enough to make you cum. he pulls back, letting your leg fall back down, your chest heaving as you almost slide down the wall. Dexter doesn't let you fall, catching you as you start to slip. he pulls you towards him, guiding you onto his desk as he slips his hand under the waistband of your underwear.

he rubs your clit, kissing from your ear to you collarbones, sucking a collection hickies that burn purple and red, before biting down so harshly that you're sure it'll bruise even more. Dexter's a sadist, this sadistic display of power and pleasure, is foreplay to him.

eventually, he gives you a break, kissing your lips before speaking again. "lift your hips." you hesitate, looking at him in confusion, "come on, be good for me angel. know you're smart to figure out what i'm gonna do." you oblige, following his direction as he pulls your underwear down. He wraps them up, twisting them into handcuffs as he forces your arms behind you, tying them with your arousal and spit soaked underwear.

he maneuvers you using your arms, so that you turned towards him now. Dexter flick your skirt up, kissing a cheek before harshly slapping it. He doesn't let up though, repeatedly hitting you, sometimes with so much force that you wonder if he's punching your ass just to fuck with you and your dirty moans.

he stalls for a second, and you wonder if you're done, before yo hear his belt buckle unlatch, and his tip, come into contact with your lips. he doesn't slip it in, no no no, this isn't a reward. and you both know that. it's a punishment.

he fucks your slit, rubbing his cock between your lips and letting his tip twitch against your clit. you squeal and whine at every movement he makes, not once daring to fight him. he forces your back down, making you arch against his desk table as he gets close. you're so close too, but he cums before you. it's groans and sighs from him, as you feel the warm sticky liquid drip onto your cunt.

Dexter lifts you up, kissing your forehead and wiping the tears and sweat from your face as he undoes the makeshift cuffs. he puts them back on you, rubbing your cunt so that the underwear stick to you and the cum.

Dexter sits you on his lap, letting your tremors die down as you rest your head in his neck, content. he feeds you a cookie, watching as you take every bite with a smile. you refuse a drink, but promise to drink soon. He knows you will, he watches you 24/7. He kisses you once more before patting your ass and letting you leave, before you open the door, on shaky legs, he calls out. "be a good girl, i'll take care of you later."