Too Deep to Pull Out (2/3)

The bass of the club vibrated through Ryan’s heels as he stepped onto the main floor for the first time as Roxy. He fought to keep his balance, moving carefully just as Vanessa had taught him. Each step in his towering stilettos was deliberate, his hips swaying naturally after weeks of practice. His shiny black dress clung to his surgically-enhanced curves, every inch of his body exuding the kind of sensuality that made heads turn. The low-cut neckline showed off the cleavage Vanessa had ensured would make him unforgettable, and his smoky eyes darted across the room, scanning for his target.

Every move Ryan made was deliberate, his hips rolling with each step as his stilettos clicked in rhythm with the heavy bass. His hands slid along his thighs, drawing attention to the smooth, sheer fabric of his stockings, and he arched his back just enough to invite lingering stares. When men looked his way, he flashed a coy smile before turning and sauntering off, his eyes constantly scanning the room.

Finally, he spotted Dominic near the back, lounging in a leather booth like a king surveying his court. His broad shoulders were relaxed, but his sharp gaze carried an unmistakable intensity as it followed Roxy’s every movement. Ryan’s stomach churned as their eyes briefly met, but he steeled himself and swayed closer, pretending not to notice Dominic’s attention. Turning his back to the booth, he leaned over to adjust the strap of his heel, arching just enough to show off his barely-covered ass. The gesture worked—Dominic leaned over to whisper to one of his men, who quickly nodded and motioned for Ryan to approach.

Swallowing his nerves, he plastered on his most sultry smile and strutted toward the booth, his heart hammering in his chest. Sliding into Dominic’s space, he tilted his head, letting his hair cascade over his shoulder as he purred, “You called for me?”

Dominic didn’t reply at first. His eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch, and Ryan had to resist the urge to cover himself. Instead, he slid into Dominic’s lap like Vanessa had drilled into him—slow, deliberate, and teasing. The first roll of his hips was jarring; he could feel Dominic’s arousal through his tailored pants. He forced himself to keep going, gyrating in time with the music, whispering breathy, meaningless sweet talk into Dominic’s ear.

For days, this became the routine. Ryan would seek Dominic out, dance for him, and endure the humiliation of feeling his body used as a toy for Dominic’s desires. He hated every second, but he reminded himself it was for the mission. And yet, it was becoming harder to separate himself from the persona. Roxy was who Dominic wanted, and Ryan had to embody her completely and utterly, or the facade would crack.

The invitation to a private room came on the fourth night. Dominic had leaned in close, his breath warm against Ryan’s ear as he murmured, “I think it’s time we had some fun. Just the two of us.”

Ryan had nodded, forcing a giggle, and followed Dominic through the crowded club to a secluded area in the back. But when they entered the room, he froze. On the small table by the couch lay a sexy police officer costume—complete with a skimpy bodysuit, thigh-high stockings, and a pair of handcuffs.

Ryan’s mind raced. Was this a test? Did Dominic know? Or was this just some weird kink he had? He couldn’t tell. But with Dominic watching him intently, there was no time to second-guess. Forcing a smile, he picked up the outfit and stepped behind a small partition to change. His hands trembled as he slipped out of his dress and pulled on the bodysuit. The fabric was tight, clinging to every curve, and the stockings made his legs look impossibly long. He snapped the hat into place, adjusting it in the mirror before stepping out.

Dominic’s smirk was dark and inviting as he patted his lap. “Come sit, baby. I’ve got a spot just for you.”

Ryan obeyed, sitting on Dominic’s lap and resuming his routine. He began grinding against him just as he had done so many times before, forcing his body to move in slow, seductive circles. But this time, something felt different—Dominic’s cock felt harder, thicker, and pressing much more firmly against him. A wave of unease swept through Ryan as he continued, his movements faltering slightly before he risked a glance back. His stomach flipped when he saw it: Dominic’s pants had slid down, and his big, meaty cock was fully exposed.

A gasp escaped his lips as Ryan’s movements faltered, his eyes flicking back to Dominic’s exposed cock. “Like what you see, baby?” Dominic teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Ryan hesitated for a split second, but the cold glint in Dominic’s eyes reminded him what was at stake. Before he could move, Dominic reached for the handcuffs lying on the table. With a smirk, he grabbed Ryan’s wrists and snapped the cuffs around them, securing his hands behind his back. “There we go, baby,” Dominic purred, his voice dripping with amusement. “Now you’ll be even more fun.”

Ryan’s breath caught as Dominic’s firm grip on his shoulders guided him down to his knees. He felt utterly exposed, his bound hands forcing him to lean forward slightly as Dominic brought his cock closer. Ryan’s glossy red lips parted as Dominic slid a hand into his hair, pulling him forward until his lips met Dominic’s length. Slowly, Ryan began moving his mouth up and down along the shaft, his tongue flicking over the tip as he worked. His jaw strained with the effort, but he kept going, focusing on the rhythmic motions, each pass of his lips smoother than the last.

As Ryan struggled to take Dominic deeper, his throat constricting around him, Dominic leaned in closer, his voice low and full of mockery. “You know, for a cop, you’re a natural at this. Maybe you’ve been in the wrong job all along.”

Ryan’s eyes widened, his stomach churning as the meaning behind Dominic’s words sank in—he knew. His cover was blown. Before he could react, Dominic’s grip tightened in his hair, forcing him even closer as his cock slid deeper down Ryan’s throat. Ryan gagged, tears blurring his vision, but Dominic just groaned, his hips thrusting harder.

With a final thrust, Dominic buried himself fully, a low growl escaping his lips as he came. Hot, sticky warmth filled Ryan’s throat, and he had no choice but to swallow, his chest tightening with humiliation as Dominic held him there a moment longer.

Dominic finally pulled back, his smirk curling cruelly. “Your days as a cop are over, sweetheart,” he said, his tone calm but cutting. “You’ll stay here, be my girl, and keep that pretty mouth where it belongs.”