**Title: The Cop’s Personal Slave**

I never thought I’d end up like this—naked, on my knees, staring up at Nandini’s flushed face while her fingers tangled in my hair. I was a cop, for fuck’s sake. A man who was supposed to take charge, to call the shots. But here I was, completely at her mercy. And the wildest part? I fucking loved it.

Nandini wasn’t just any woman. She was soft-spoken, shy, the kind of girl who blushed when I so much as brushed against her in passing. She had no idea what she did to me—how her big, innocent eyes made my cock ache, how her hesitant little smile made me want to pin her down and ruin her.

Tonight, though, she wasn’t so shy.

She’d come to my apartment under some flimsy excuse—returning a book, maybe—but the way she bit her lip when she stepped inside told me everything. She wanted this. She just didn’t know *how* to want it.

I let her lead, playing dumb as she fidgeted near the couch, her fingers twisting in the hem of her dress.

“Manik,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I-I’ve been thinking about you.”

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. “Yeah? What about me?”

Her cheeks burned pink. “I don’t know… the way you look at me. Like you want to—to—”

“Eat you alive?” I finished for her, watching her shiver.

She nodded, breath hitching.

That was all it took. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her into my lap. Her ass pressed against my hard cock, and she let out a little gasp as I nipped at her neck. “You wanna know what I’d do to you, Nandini?” I growled.

She nodded again, trembling.

“Then say it.”

Her lips parted, her chest rising fast. “I-I want to know.”

“Good girl.”

I stood, hauling her up with me, and dragged her to the bedroom. She stumbled after me, wide-eyed, her dress riding up her thighs. One push, and she was on the bed. I didn’t give her time to think.

I yanked her panties down, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was already glistening, and the sight almost made me groan. Fuck, she was dripping for me already.

“You’re so wet,” I muttered, running a finger through her folds. She whimpered, her hips jerking. “Did you touch yourself thinking about me?”

She nodded, shame and hunger warring in her expression.

“Fucking perfect.”

I leaned down, burying my face between her legs. The second my tongue dragged up her slit, she screamed, her thighs clamping around my head. I didn’t let up—licking, sucking, fucking her with my tongue until she was sobbing, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

“Manik, please—I can’t—oh god—!” she choked out.

I pulled back just long enough to smirk at her. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me taste you?”

She nodded desperately, and I dove back in, flicking her clit fast and rough. She came with a cry, her back arching off the bed, her pussy pulsing around my tongue.

But I wasn’t done.

I stood, unbuckling my belt. Her eyes locked onto my cock, thick and throbbing. She bit her lip.

“Think you can take it?” I asked, stroking myself slowly.

She hesitated—always so fucking hesitant—but then nodded. “Y-yes.”

I dragged her to the edge of the bed, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance. She was tight, so fucking tight, and I had to grit my teeth not to slam into her all at once.

“Relax,” I muttered, pushing in inch by inch. She gasped, her nails digging into my arms as I stretched her open. “Fuck, you feel good.”

When I was buried to the hilt, I let out a groan, my hips pressing flush against hers. She was panting, her pussy clenching around me like she didn’t know whether to pull away or beg for more.

“Manik,” she whimpered.

“You want me to move?”

She nodded, her eyes glassy with need.

I pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, hard. She cried out, her back arching, and I did it again. And again. Soon, I was pounding into her, my hips slamming against hers, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

Her moans turned frantic, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Fuck, yes—right there—don’t stop—!”

I smirked, gripping her hips tighter. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I grunted, driving into her harder.

She came again, her pussy squeezing me like a vise, and I couldn’t hold back. With a growl, I buried myself deep and came, my cock pulsing inside her as I filled her up.

When I finally pulled out, she was a trembling mess, her thighs slick with her own arousal and my cum. I dragged her against me, kissing her hard.

“Mine,” I muttered against her lips.

She shivered but didn’t argue.

And I knew—this was just the beginning.