Master of Lust

Chapter 167: The Dominatrix [2]

Chapter - 167

Tension crackled in the air of the cramped interrogation room, thick with accusation and stubborn resolve.

Rick sat like a stone in the face of the officers' mounting frustration. They hurled questions and accusations like grenades, but he just sat there, cool as a cucumber, repeating the same damn story over and over.

"Listen up, officers," Rick said, his voice steady despite the storm raging around him. "I'm telling you straight: it was self-defence. I didn't go looking for trouble; trouble came knocking on my damn door."

The officers glared daggers at him, their patience wearing thinner than tissue paper. They wanted a confession, a slip-up, anything to nail this guy to the wall. But Rick wasn't budging, and it was driving them insane.

They hated his guts, no doubt about it. His smug demeanor, his unwavering confidence—it grated on their last nerve. Although they had made up their mind about Rick being a criminal and hated his cocky attitude, they didn't have any clue or proof to prove that Ricky was guilty. But deep down, they knew they were grasping at straws. They didn't have squat on Rick, and it burned them up inside.

Frustration boiled over as they exchanged glances, silently acknowledging their defeat—for now, at least. Rick might have won this round, but they weren't about to let him off the hook that easily.

Gloria, on the other hand, kept hammering on about her lawyer, driving the officers up the wall with her relentless demands.

"Just spill the beans already! We just want the truth, no need for all this lawyer drama. We aren't pointing fingers at you," one officer implored, exasperated.

But Gloria wasn't budging. "I have got zilch to do with whatever went down there. I swear, I am as clueless as a goldfish."

The officers exchanged incredulous glances. "So, you were there, but you didn't see squat? Are we supposed to believe they tripped over their own shoelaces?" one retorted.

"Can I please speak to my lawyer?" Gloria snapped, her patience wearing thin, her frustration simmering just below the surface.

With a collective sigh, the officers threw their hands up in defeat. It felt like they were stuck in a never-ending loop of madness, banging their heads against a brick wall with no hope of breaking through.

The door crashed open like a thunderclap, making Gloria jump out of her skin. In marched a female officer, all business and authority, her gaze slicing through the tension in the room like a hot knife through butter. The other officers snapped to attention, a ripple of respect and deference spreading through the air like wildfire.

Gloria's heart sank as she took in the stern expression on the new officer's face. She could practically feel the intensity radiating off the woman, sending shivers down her spine. But Rick? Rick just lounged there like he owned the damn place, completely unfazed.

"Good day Sergeant Swan! Is there any problem?" The officers saluted the Sergeant.

"Not yet," Linda Swan replied, her voice as sharp as a knife. "But I need this room. Clear out, and take the lady with you. I will handle him."

The other officers exchanged wary glances. It wasn't every day their no-nonsense sergeant barged into an interrogation, and something about her presence sent a chill down their spines. But they knew better than to question her authority. She and the commissioner...

With a nod, they ushered Gloria out of the room, leaving Linda alone with Rick, a sense of foreboding lingering in the air like a storm on the horizon.

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As they stepped out into the open air, Gloria's fingers danced across her phone screen in a frantic rhythm, desperately trying to summon help from her lawyer. The urgency in her movements spoke volumes, each tap echoing the panic pounding in her chest.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Linda prowled like a lioness, her gaze piercing through Rick's facade with laser-like precision.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You really believe you can spin a tale and we'll just swallow it hook, line, and sinker?" Linda's voice dripped with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

Rick remained cool as a cucumber, his words dripping with honeyed deceit. "I'm just telling it like it is, Officer. I acted in self-defense. I'm as innocent as a newborn babe. Look at this face... Do I look like a guy who'd harm a fly?"

At this point, Rick was seething in anger. The pain was nothing to him, he couldn't stand her arrogance and bitchy attitude. And before the whip could hit him, he got hold of it.

"Hmm!", the lady chuckled. "The more you protest the more I will hit!"

She tried to pull the hunter away from his hand but Rick held it tightly. She again tried and grunted. But this time Rick pulled the hunter from her hand. The momentum also took Linda down who fell over Rick.

"Ha!", she shouted in annoyance. "You are going to pay for this".

She was about to get up and prepare to hit Rick again. But a sweat rolled down from her cleavage and fell on Rick's mouth and suddenly the system flashed before his eyes.

[

Master. What will you do?

Get away from Linda and try to escape [Cash: $2,500,000]

Get on her and teach how pleasure and pain feels like [Ero Points: +25,000]

]

[Aren't you tempted? Lose... Master?]

Rick saw the option and possibly for the first time, he couldn't be more clearer on what he wanted.

As Linda was trying to get up, he held her back.

"Hmm! Let me go you bastard!", she threatened Rick as she struggled to escape his arms.

"Let me go or you will see!"

But Rick had made up his mind.

With a swift movement, he shoved her to the ground, the force knocking the breath out of her lungs. Pinning her down, he pressed her hands firmly against the unforgiving earth, his grip like a vice.

"You enjoy a little pain, huh?" His voice dripped with malice as he tightened his grip on her arm, twisting it just enough to elicit a pained cry from her lips.

She winced, her voice trembling with agony. "Stop..."

Leaning in closer, his breath hot against her ear, he taunted her. "You know what gets me going? That sweet sound of yours when you're in pain. And I've got some ideas to make you scream even louder."

Her struggles only seemed to fuel his sadistic pleasure. With each gasp for air, her chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of her desperate breaths.

"Damn, what a sight," he chuckled darkly, his eyes fixated on her chest. "And they're practically begging for attention. Should I start there?"

His grin widened as he lowered his hands to her breasts, his touch sending shivers of revulsion down her spine. She fought against him, her protests falling on deaf ears as Rick reveled in his cruel dominance.

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