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Amelia let out a sigh as she leaned against her patrol car's hood. It was late and boring. Not surprising with this town. Hell, it was hardly even a town. They'd only gotten that designation a few years ago. Folks still joked that if too many people moved away, they'd lose it. Still felt like it was hardly more than a wide spot in the road. As such, the night shift was a lot of sitting around, waiting for something to happen, and drinking lots of coffee.

"Car Four, are you still 10-6, or have you handled that 10-89 at Joesy's?"

Her nose wrinkled at the radio, "Mark me 10-8, though might want to call HazMat for a cleanup there." She swirled her cup, "Frank is making paint stripper and passing it off for coffee again."

Laughter crackled through the static. "Will make sure to mark that as a 10-35 for the Sheriff in the morning." She could imagine the heavy bear leaning back in his seat. Could certainly hear it over the radio as he grumbled, "So nothing happening tonight?"

Amelia sighed as she slid a little higher onto the hood. Better than sitting in the SUVand cruising in endless laps. "Not even a 10-45." The bobcat stretched again and settled down, her eyes narrowing with a quiet chuff. It was getting to be that time of the year. The air was getting cooler, but not cold yet. It had that wonderfully crisp feeling to it.

"Could always 10-19," ah there it was. The inevitable invitation from Andrew to come back to the station and screw around. Not that she was adverse to it. He was pretty good when he wasn't being a two-pumper. At the very least it'd kill twenty minutes, at most a couple hours. Though... Felt good out here. Could almost doze off if she wasn't careful. It was certainly tempting. Something to get the blood pumping better than her twelfth cup of coffee. Or at least she could steal some of Andrew's from the station.

She sighed and sat up, "Make that a 10-12. Gonna prowl the mean streets for a bit. Might wanna 10-21 or MJ will be calling with a 10-30 in the morning."

Ah Ms. Johnson. The town's nosiest busybody. Always kept an ear on her police scanner, and made sure to tell the Sheriff if she thought the police weren't doing a good enough job. Which they never were if you asked her. Amelia was just glad that the old bat couldn't understand ten codes. At least beyond the obvious ones. Was kinda fun to work out a secondary meaning to some of the less-used 10 codes.

"Read that as a 10-4, Car Six."

Speaking of which, she should at least move her car. If Ms. Johnson was out and about on one of her 'I can't sleep' drives; and she saw Amelia sprawled on her car, she'd panic. Either calling with a cry of a dead body on a car, or a rant of her sleeping on duty. So it was back in the car and start patrolling.

No sooner did she get back into her patrol car than her cell chimed. A text, and not surprisingly, it was from Andrew. The grizz was rocked back in his desk chair, a grin on his muzzle, and pants open. Right there next to a thermos was the dispatcher's cock. Both looking pretty thick and tall. Honestly, she was impressed that he was able to get the photo while propping cock and cup up, and not spilling anything. The bobcat sighed and shook her head. Quickly typing out, "Real Irving Penn there with those dick pics, Bud. Careful you don't burn anything."

A smiley face, "Call me Irving Pennis. Got something hot for when you get bored."

She rolled her eyes, "Certainly a big 10-4 there." Heart eyes, tongue out.

"Closer to 9 and 3, but thanks." Kissy face.

Amelia hissed quietly, "Fucker," and laughed as she dropped her phone back into the cup holder.

Out to the streets. Just in time too as Ms. Johnson cruised by in her crossover. Amelia put on her best service smile and waved as the car rolled past. "Mmm, that wasn't a full stop at the stop sign." She leaned forward with a sigh, "Should I pull her over and risk getting bitched? Or avoid and get bitched at for not pulling her over." The bobcat leaned forward and rested her head on the wheel. "Bitched if I do, bitched if I don't." So she decided to take the path less traveled. Just pull out behind her and cruise along. Bask in the delight of the imagined panic from the busybody.

Ah there it was. That joy as the crossover slowed to a crawl. She could see Ms. Johnson looking around in a panic, trying to remember what the speed limit was. "Yes," Amelia purred, "Dance for me! Dance! Muhahaha!" she wiggled her fingers as if she were trying to puppeteer.

Though that got dull after a couple minutes at a heart-pounding twenty miles an hour. So she signaled and turned off. Though not before catching the bat's scowl in her mirror.

Well, that was one way to entertain herself. Though wouldn't work for too long. She breathed out a sigh and perked her ears a bit. Just a moment of attention before another yawn broke free. Amelia rolled her window down and leaned out with a sigh. Crisp autumn air, better than a cup of coffee. Well, better than Frank's coffee for sure.

Good thing she rolled her window down too. Otherwise she would have missed what happened next.

The scent of paint hit her as the wind shifted. Spray paint specifically. She cast a quick look around to get her bearings. Smith, near Lakeview, business area. Not that there was a dedicated business distract. Just a couple clumps of stores around the bigger chain places. Little baby stores clustered around the Momma Hen of Corporate power.

Amelia slowed down and took a sniff. The smell was gone already, but she knew what she'd smelled. Besides, going around to check wouldn't hurt anything. She sighed and clicked her tongue, "Car Four, checking a possible 10-31 at the Promenade. Smelled some paint so gonna prowl."

"Noted, I thought our buddy might be back in town."

It took a second before she winced. Fuck, that's right. Damien might be back in town. They'd had a small party when his daddy called him out for the rare paternal visit. If that twerp was back, no surprise if he were up to something. The Promenade. was one of the favorite hangouts of him and his 'gang' too. Hardly even a gang, just a bunch of sycophants that liked to act tough.

She flicked her lights and engine, letting her squad car coast around the building. Oh she'd had plenty of practice sneaking around in a car. Artifact of her misspent youth. Came in handy when she wanted to sneak up on someone now.

Yep, just as she expected. No sooner did she roll around behind the mall then she saw them. A small pack, all in their late teens. A few smoking, couple drinking, and one standing proud atop his friend's shoulders. Damien Skylocke, wanna-be thug and professional rich boy. He was paying more attention to what he was spraying than what his friends were doing. Pair of very expensive headphones perched on his large ears. Expensive clothing getting dotted with back spray from the can of paint. He was easily the most exotic of the group as well. His mixed Maned wolf and African Wild Dog heritage giving him that exotic flavor. Not only was he rich, but he was good looking, and he knew it. Not the tallest of most muscled of the group. That went to Peanut, the moose who was currently acting as Damien's living ladder.

"Hey," the brat barked, "can't see shit up here, someone get a light."

Amelia threw her car into park and eased the door open. A smirk crawled over her muzzle as half the gang ignored him while the rest reached for their phones. "I got you, Spots." A dozen heads jerked, eyes wide and glowing in the dark. Only to yelp and recoil as she turned on her spotlight.

It was too good.

Cries of, 'It's the cops!' rang out as everyone scattered in a different direction. Including Peanut. Didn't matter if he was supposedly Damien's best friend. He was more worried about his place on the football team than he was his friend. The instant she turned her light on, he was in motion. Despite being almost twice the size of everyone else, he quickly outpaced his friends.

Peanut took off so fast that Damien almost hung in the air for a moment before dropping. The rich boy bounced off the cinder block wall, cursed, and slammed onto the ground on his back. Breath burst from the male as he slammed down.

"Welcome home, Damien." Amelia pulled on gloves as she wandered up to the wheezing canine. A quick search turned up nothing more dangerous than his phone and a bad attitude. No bleeding, but he'd be bruised as hell for sure. "Should have called, I would've gotten you a cake or something. Welcome you back to your second home." Cuffs clicked into place around his wrist.

The dog groaned and rolled and glared at her. "Amy," he gasped, "when'd you start working for Uber?" he grinned and laughed, wincing as she hauled him to his feet. "Bitch!"

"Officer Bitch to you." She started to drag him to the car, but the spoiled dog lurched and tried to get away. She was wise to his tricks, not that he learned any new ones, and handily maneuvered him to her squad car. "You know your rights, but..." she started to rattle off his rights as she popped the back door and stuffed him in. Avoiding his wild kicks and ignoring his constant cursing. It was all par for the course. He'd act tough, wear himself out, and then get his second wind by the time they got to the jail. At which point he'd be in there for a couple hours, overnight at most, before one of Daddy's Lawyer Huddle Horde showed up to claim him. Well, either one of them or one of the house staff.

She'd feel sorry for him if he weren't cursing her out and fighting the whole way. "You know," came the snarl, "your cronies all booked it. You can drop the tough fucker act."

"Fuck you, Pig!"

"Yeah huh..." she wedged him into the car and managed to get the seat belt in place.

Which only invited Damien to snark, "If you're gonna lay across my lap, why not do something useful and suck my dick!" Amelia rolled her eyes and flicked his nose, drawing a yelp from the canine as he jerked back. Which got her enough room to buckle the belt and lean back with a huff.

He trashed about as she closed the door. Not banging his head against the window, but certainly enough to shake the cruiser. She crossed her arms and waited. Ears perked as she crossed her arms and waited. "Car Four to dispatch? Make a note to call McKenzie in the morning. Let him know that someone was spraying up his loading dock. Taking some pictures of the scene and cleaning up."

'10-4, making the notes now."

So she started her round. Taking pictures of the scene then tossing stuff into the dumpster. They already knew who all was involved. Parents would be called, kids would be grounded, and Damien would get another slap on the wrist. Nothing that they hadn't done a hundred times before.

By the time she'd finished cleaning up and back to the car, Damien had calmed down. Going from his bellowing tough guy to a sulk. Ears splayed out as he slumped in the back seat. "Comfy?" she purred.

"Fuck off."

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Well, nice to know your manners haven't improved. Listen," she rolled up the windows and started around front, "if I had known you'd be home, I wouldn't prepared. Maybe rented out the new cruiser. You know, the one your daddy had to pay for after you trashed that other one."

"Allegedly trashed, Amy." He kicked at the back of her seat, forgetting about the wall there. Amelia smirked, as his foot banged off the wall.

"Deputy Amelia."

Another kick, "Deputy Cocksucker Amy. Hey," he leaned forward as much as his belt would allow. "What's that they called you in school? Amy Lee the Cocksucker Queen?" Her ears barely twitched. It wasn't much, but certainly enough for Damien to notice. "Yeeeah that's it wasn't it?" Damien wiggled in his seat and managed to get close enough that his breath puffed against her ear, "Legends say that you sucked the cocks of half the football teams, and half the staff." He started to make loud, exaggerated slurping noises, "Why else would the Ms Valevictoria be working as a Deputy? Made it through school doing just lip service and now she can't make it in the rea..."

SCREECH!

The SUV skidded to a halt, throwing Damien against the seat belt. Amelia spun around and glared at him, fixing the canine with a look that actually drove him back in his seat. "Listen here, youlittle..." she started to snarl, venom dripping from every syllable.

It was the fear that stopped her. That absolute look of raw confusion and fright that leapt across Damien's face as he pulled back. She'd hit something. This wasn't what a cop was supposed to be doing, or how they were supposed to be acting. She'd caught him off guard. Oh sure, the guy cops had snarled and barked at him before, but never her. Hell, she was one of the only female deputies out here. Being a small town cop had always seemed like fun. The very idea of being able to help her community? Oh she loved that idea. Sure, being a cop wasn't all she'd imagined it was gonna be. Lot more paperwork than she'd ever imagined. Lot more boredom, but there was always a chance to do something good to help someone out.

Now she found herself really examining Damien. Sure, the kid was an ass. It was kinda one of those how could he not be situations. It was pretty well known that his dad hadn't wanted him. The situation around how he wound up in his father's care had always been shrouded in mystery. Something the family kept pretty close to their chest. Oh there were rumors, if he hadn't clearly been part African Wild Dog, then the rumors of incest would've been abound. As it was, there were plenty about an illicit love affair with a foreign princess of some country or company.

What mattered was that Daddy Skylocke had to watch after his boy. So rather than the playboy burden himself with it, he kept within the letter of what he had to do. Damien lived in one of Daddy's many estates. Watched over by house staff, raised by nannies and tutors who let him get away with murder. Well, not literally but close enough. Plenty of them came into town to relax. Get a few drinks in them and stories started to spread.

Cocksucking Queen might have been the name that her haters had spread about the school. It wasn't the one her partners used though. It was time to let a bit of that out. "Firstly, it's Valedictorian." A little roll of her head, narrow her eyes just a little, adopt that tone of voice that could silence even the bawdiest drunk, "Secondly. Not one word." It was not a request, that was a command.

Damien's jaws snapped shut with an audible click. The mutt leaned back with a clear look of worry, fear, and a bit of something else. She held his gaze, daring him to say anything as she picked up the mic. "Dispatch, this is Car Four. Mark me as 10-6 for a bit. I'm going out to the Old Mill."

Now the fear grew on Damien's face. Everyone in town knew the rumors about the Old Mill. How, back in the day, trouble makers were taken out there and 'encouraged' to clean up their act. Place had been shuttered for decades now, and far as she knew all the cops that did that shit had been bounced out of the force. Still, didn't stop people from talking and spreading rumors. She couldn't count the times she'd had to go out there to save some idiot that went urban exploring. Hell, everyone knew that more than a handful didn't make it out. Place was dangerous and falling down, not to mention creepy as hell. It was perfect.

"10-4, marking you down."

Damien didn't say a word until she turned and put the cruiser into drive. "H-hey, what are you doing? Why are you taking me out there?"

She didn't say a word to him. Just turned on her radio and let some classic rock fill the air as she turned onto the main street. Her nose twitched with the scent of Damien's growing fear. Good, let him stew just a bit. A little fear never hurt anyone before. Oh sure, his dad probably yelled at him often enough. Lots of talks about being a disappointment and the like. They all knew that Daddy had paid for a Behavioral Correction expert to come out and 'straighten up' Damien. Kid was smart though. Certainly smart enough to clean up his act until the goon cleared out. Then he just lashed out twice as hard. If she had to guess, that was what his 'vacation' had been. A trip up to Daddy's penthouse out of state. The normal threats of military school or something, then sent back. His fatherly duties done. Let the staff and cops deal with it.

Well, she was going to deal with it.

The more Damien began to protest, the louder she turned the radio up. Just a single notch each time. Tune him out. That was easy enough to do, especially when one of her favorite songs came on and she began to sing with it.

Main Street gave way to the highway. Lights fading as they left town and quickly started leaving civilization behind. The Mill was a good twenty minutes or more out of town. Plenty of time to let Damien worry. She glanced in her mirror and caught sight of him. Ears pinned back as he thought about the worst case scenario. She could practically read his mind. Had something she said been code to get the other sheriffs out there? Were there going to be a dozen adults waiting to just hammer him into the ground? Say that he went there with friends to party? An accident happened and well... who would miss him?

A little sniff came from the canine, drawing her attention back to the mirror. His ears were pinned flat and he was looking away. She swore that she saw something damp on his cheek.

Whiskers twitched. She turned the radio down and leaned back in her seat. "It's funny that you bring up the Cocksucker Queen." The bobcat chuffed quietly, "I'd ask where you heard it, but forgot that a few people that went to school for me ended up working for your dad." She fell silent, just long enough to make it stretch to the very edge of uncomfortable.

_Click Clack_went the blinker. Damien jumped at the noise. "Willing to bet it was Autumn that mentioned it." She looked in the mirror, "Didn't she get a job as one of your maids or something?" He nodded, but refused to look forward. "Yeah, probably hoped to get in your dad's pants. She started those rumors after I 'stole' her boyfriend." Amelia laughed and licked her lips slowly. "Can't remember which one though. See, she had about twenty of them, new one every other week." She pulled up to the ominous mill gates and threw the squad car into park. Letting Damien stew as she got out, unlocked the gate, pulled in, and locked it behind them.

"Back then everyone called her Fall cause that's all her panties did." She laughed and flashed a grin, "Works great for guys until they find out there's more than just sticking a dick in a hole. Find out what makes a guy tick and they'll do anything for you. And I mean_Anything_."

She took her time driving around the mill. Letting her headlights cut through the darkened building and abandoned equipment. Throwing long, oddly shaped shadows into the distance. Once she was at a good spot, she threw the cruiser into park and cut the lights. Throwing them both into near absolute darkness. Then she just sat there a moment. Taking in the stillness of the back woods. Far away from the town and the lights there.

"W-what are you gonna do?"

Silence.

His breathing picked up, "C-come on, just playing around you know that."

The slow snap of a button. His breathing picked up pace, "P-p-please... Please don't kill me..."

Windows hummed as they rolled down. The dark shape of Amelia popped open the door. The overhead light flaring with enough intensity that it made Damien reel. By the time he recovered, Amelia was already at his door, her eyes glittering in the dark as she moved into the backseat with him.

The canine yelped and tried to kick, but she was on top of him too fast. He had several inches in height on her, but the more compact bobcat was stronger. Not to mention that he was already handcuffed and buckled in. Her legs slammed onto either side of his, using her weight to pin him down. She grabbed the back of the seat and pulled herself. In a matter of seconds, he was utterly pinned. The canine's head whipped around as he started to snap at her in a panic. His teeth barely grazed her cheek before she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. Damien's head snapped back with a yelp and...

She silenced him with a kiss.

Eyes snapped wide as the bobcat's shorter muzzle pressed tight to his, her tongue dove into his open mouth and lashed around. Wrestling with his tongue as a low purr forced itself into his mouth.

Confusion quickly offset the fear, especially as she arched into him. Those thick thighs of hers pressing her ever closer to him as she ground. Deputy uniform pulling tight enough that it threatened to burst a button. Soft breasts, barely contained by her clothes, pillowed against his chest. Every inch of his body vibrated with a sudden,bewildered excitement. Damien's head filled with the hammering of his own heart, torn between the fear of why she had dragged him out here, and the very intimate embrace she had him in right now.

Amelia held the kiss for a very long moment before she broke it. "Been drinking, smoking too? What a bad boy you are."

Damien started to grin, "You like that, huh biIII!" his insult cut off into a yelp as she tweaked his ear.

"You're a boy." She kept her tone on the disapproving side of neutral. Lean back, narrow her eyes just a bit and then smirk. "Oh sure you talk a big fucking game, but as soon as someone shakes you?" She breathed out a sigh and arched slowly. "I didn't have to say word one and you were begging."

His lip curled back in a snarl, "Fuaaamph!"

Amelia's hand had curled around and caught his muzzle. She kept her grip tight, but not so hard it was hurting. When he tried to lurch away, she pushed. Again, not hard, with just enough force to push his head back. "Need to fix this." Her voice was calm to the point of being eerie. Tone barely changing as she pulled up a sleeve and slipped it over his maw. Effortlessly muzzling him without losing her grip. "There we go, isn't that a lot better now? You can growl if you want."

Damien started to do just that, but stopped. Sneered, and glared at her. He'd be damned if he let her tell him what he could and couldn't fucking do.

The bobcat breathed out a sigh and turned around in his lap slowly. She arched, pushing her shoulders back into his chest. One leg stayed planted on the floor as the other lifted to plant on the wall. The compact deputy shoved herself back into him. Her rear arched, pressing into his lap and grinding slowly. Letting him feel the warmth of her rear pressed tight to his privates. "Guy like you can't be a virgin. Got enough little followers hanging around, someone must be your Fall. Sure I could make a guess or two." Lift, roll her hips, then press again. She grinned, "Bet your daddy has warned you about sticking your dick in places too." Another quiet sigh as she arched, laying her head back on his shoulder.

What the hell was going on? What was her game? He squirmed, but that only made it worse. Buckled in and cuffed, the only way he could go was forward. Which meant that he ground into the bobcat. She had his chest pinned to the unyielding seat, and that thick ass of hers sat firmly on his crotch. It was getting harder to focus as she continued to writhe. Her hips moving in that slow bump and grind that would've made a lap dancer jealous.

She arched with a playful purr. Giving him just enough room to breathe and adjust before she sank again. "Now, back in school Autumn called me the Cocksucker Queen." Amelia breathed out a laugh and leaned back. Her lips barely brushed his cheek, "Want to know what everyone else called me?"

A growl started up Damien's throat as his ears pinned back. It was getting even harder to focus as she worked her ass into him. Each push slid his cock further from his sheath. Damien's manhood soon straining against his pants. His only relief came as she pulled away. Those moments were brief before she was grinding into him more. His cock throbbed in his pants, threatening to push past his belt and expose itself. Damien's tongue poked out as he tried to pant. He was stubborn enough he didn't want to push into her, but goddamn. She was right, he'd fucked his share of girls in his group. Most of them had been fucking easy. Just grin and flash a bit of cash, they'd have his pants down and be sucking his dick in record time. Hell, more than a few had bent over for him too. But none of them had done anything even close to this.

"Annie Domina," she purr-growled the name, "or just AD for short. Though lately," she arched with a sigh. Casually undoing her uniform shirt. Not all the way, but enough to reveal her lacy sports bra. She kept her shoulder planted in Damien's chest, which meant the canine hybrid had a perfect view as she rolled her top down and pulled the bra off, freeing the twins. "Folks been calling me Felicia._Mistress_Felicia Domina."

"Now," she pulled away and turned to straddle him again. "I am going to make a deal with you, Damien." The bobcat smirked as she draped her arms around his neck. Letting the canine oogle her exposed breasts for a moment before lifting his muzzle to look at her. "I want you to be on your best behavior. Not just tonight, but until I say otherwise. You are going to start going to school again. No smoking. No drinking. No staying out late. No breaking the law. If you can do this then..." her voice dropped as she leaned forward, forcing his head back as she buried his muzzle between her pillows. "I will blow your fucking mind." As she sat back, she drew the muzzle off him. "Do we have a deal?"

His ears fell back as the muzzle came off, growling low in his throat. "What? I behave like a good boy for Mommy and I get some puss?" It was hard to think, especially when her hand dropped and began to massage his bulge. "What if I just say fuck you?"

Amelia laughed, "Well, if you want to be a Momma's boy that can be arranged. But if you say no..." She sighed and narrowed her eyes as she leaned back. A smirk crawled over her lips, "Then I get dressed. Take you to the station. Toss you into a cell. And have Andrew fuck my brains out right where you can hear every yowl and pant I squeeze from him. And I," she licked his cheek, "can make him fucking scream."

"This is abuse," he huff-growled at her.

"Maybe," Amelia started to loosen his belt, still grinding against him. "Who would listen to you though? Your friends? Tell them you couldn't seal the deal with someone that was offering you a good fuck?" She clicked her tongue, "The sheriff? Everyone knows what a trouble maker you are."

Her expression softened as she started to mention his father, but caught herself. "Listen, Damien." She turned his head to look at her. "I know what it's like to be on the outside, to feel like no one gives a fuck about you. Don't tell me you haven't thought about your friends. How not as single one of them stayed to get you up. Not the first time it happened either. I'm here though. I am offering you something more than just whatever hollow shit you've got your entire life." She ran her hands over his cheeks. "You want someone to care for you, really care? Here I am, Damien. You promise to behave, I'll give you everything you want."

That fucking bitch. She'd started picking at what he'd been telling himself. How dare she! That... that...

Fuck.

"That's it? I say I'll be a good little boy? Get straight As and then what? I come around and fuck you?"

She rolled her shoulders, "If you want. And straight As? Please. I'm just expecting you actually show up at school." Amelia dipped her fingers in and let them rub over the side of his cock. "Tick tock, you've got ten seconds. Nine. Eight."

"Alright!" he huffed and pinned his ears back, "Just stop with the fucking cock tease!"

Metal chimed as she undid his belt. Hers was laying in the front seat. Those things got uncomfortable when she sat on someone's lap. "Say please."

"Fuck..."

"Not yet."

"You..."

"I can always get in the front seat and drive off." She started to sit up.

"Please, I can't fucking take it."

Amelia grinned, "Brace yourself then," the bobcat purred as she lifted. Uniform and panties slid down just far enough to expose her bare ass. "About to give you the best ride of your life."

Damien was about to snark when the bobcat sat down with a sigh. Her silky smooth walls warm and slick around his cock. Just barely fluttering against his manhood before absolutely clamping down. The maned wolf/Wild dog yelped at the sudden tightness. Only getting worse as the bobcat arched against him and pressed further down. Her hips readily planted themselves against his lap, sheathing most of his cock within her. "Ohh," she breathed a purr, "you are a big boy aren't you?" She lifted and sat back, grinding on his swollen knot, "Feels like you're about to pop though."

"F-fuck you I am." She was right though. Ass much as she'd been teasing him, his cock was twitching inside her. He'd already made a mess of his own underwear and belly, now he was painting her insides with his precum.

Amelia tutted quietly, "I was going to uncuff you, let you play with my breasts, but now..." she lifted and drove back with a low rowl.

Damien's ears fell back, 'H-hey, that's not..."

"Not fair?" The cruiser rocked with her bounce. "Tough titty said the kitty. Now... let's see about..." She rolled her hips, grinding those soft, plush pussy lips against his knot. Each push drew a whimpering gasp from the canine. Especially as she started to really rock.

The cruiser decided enough had been enough and turned out the light. Leaving the pair in darkness. Damien's mind racing and focused on the bobcat in his lap. Hands clenched behind him as he tried not to thrust into her. It was getting harder to focus and stop himself, especially as she picked up the pace. Her body drove down into him as he gasped, eyes rolling freely in his head. A groan broke out as she started to roll and wiggle. Those soft kitty lips slid against his knot. Stretching further with each press. "W... wait..." he panted as her lips slid against his knot. Damien was sweating as he writhed, trying to slip away. If she wasn't careful then she'd...

Pop!

"FUCK!" Damien yelped as her lips slipped over his knot. The canine jumped and groaned as he came. Bare cock leaping as he pumped his seed right into the Dominatrix Deputy's bare cunny. She arched and leaned back against him with a purr. Her hand trailed down to stroke his sac. Thighs squeezed his and body rolled as she milked every drop from the spoiled rich teen that she could.

She purred and relaxed there. Feeling how his cock twitched and knot throbbed. A feeling she was pretty familiar with. Amelia smirked into the dark as her eyes narrowed in quiet bliss.

Minutes ticked past before she spoke up. "There, wasn't too bad was it?"

Damien grumbled, "No..." Her ear twitched against his nose, "No, Ma'am." He leaned in and gave her the barest of nuzzles. His eyes closing as the canine breathed out a murr. She let out a purr in answer and leaned in towards him. Just that moment of silence as they rested there. Amelia knew it wouldn't last. Funny thing about being a dominatrix in her free time. Tended to be a therapist as well. Damien wasn't being a tough nut to crack, but she knew better than to push it just yet.

"That's better." She arched, "Now, I am going to pull off in a minute, clean us up, and then I am going to drop you off at your house. Tomorrow..."

"I know," he rolled his eyes, "School, behave, yada yada."

"Exactly," Amelia tapped his nose, "If you behave, you'll get something far better than what you just did."

Damien snapped lightly at her hand, "When?"

She hummed quietly, "Every Wednesday night. I know full well you can sneak out."

He smirked, "That's a school night though."

Amelia huffed as she lifted. Wincing as his knot pulled at her pussy lips before coming free with a wet pop. "Oh I know. Though if you're anything like this on those nights..." she smirked in the dark, "I'll have you home before curfew." The bobcat hopped out of the cruiser, "Don't worry though," she reached back in and gave his cheek a pat, "We'll work on that."

She grabbed some scent killer wipes from the front and made quick work of cleaning both them up. Only then did she undo his cuffs. The canine sat quietly in the backseat as she left the mill and headed back to town. "So that's it? Make a deal, fuck, and then I get dropped at home?"

"Yep," Amelia clicked her tongue, "Until you can impress me that's it." She smirked at his scowl in the rear view mirror. "This is your stop." Out of the cruiser and popped open the door with a, "Got a short walk, Sir Skylocke." The deputy grinning as he scowled and shambled up the road. The bobcat smirked at the maned wolf/wild dog hybrid. Certainly had a lot of his father in him.

Back in the cruiser, she pulled out her phone. "Hey, Andrew. Nothing happen?"

"Nah, what had you tied up so long?"

"Oh nothing yet. Just went on a drive and scared Damien a bit. Still up for a 9-3?"

She could hear the bear's grin, "Fuck yeah."