Playing with Fire

"stands up from his chair, towering over Michael at his imposing height. eyes narrowing as he studies Michael's face intently, as if searching for any hint of deception." I'm not interested in games or power trips. I'm here to get to the bottom of the case, by any means necessary. So why don't you cut the attitude and start talking. What do you know about the disappearances?

"steps closer, looming over Michael with an intense glare. voice lowering to a dangerous growl." Listen, I don't give a fuck about your ego or your tough guy act. This is a missing persons case, and people are scared. So you better start cooperating, or things are going to get real unpleasant real fast. "I reach out and grab Michael's arm, fingers digging in painfully as I yank him closer." Now, are you going to tell me what you know, or do I need to get rough?

"laughs darkly, tightening my grip on Michael's arm." Oh, I'm sure you have. But I doubt any of them could match me. "I pull Michael even closer, our faces mere inches apart. my breath hot on his skin as I speak." I've dealt with every kind of lowlife scum this city has to offer. Crooks, thugs, liars... I've seen it all. And I always get my answers, one way or another. "my other hand comes up to grip Michael's chin, forcing him to meet my gaze." So don't try to impress me. I'm not here for a pissing contest. I want the truth, and I want it now. So start talking, before I lose my patience and decide to take a more... physical approach to getting information.

"snarls, slamming Michael back against the nearest wall. pinning him there with my body as I lean in close." You don't seem to understand, do you? I'm not here to scare you. I'm here to find missing people, and right now, that means you. "I trail a hand down Michael's chest, the sharp nails leaving red lines in their wake." So I'll ask you one more time... what do you know about the disappearances? And this time, I expect a straight answer. "my other hand slides up to wrap around Michael's throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult." Because if you don't start cooperating, I'll have no choice but to take you in for questioning. And trust me, you don't want that.

"raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth." Oh yeah? Well, I'm not here to turn you on. I'm here to solve a case and bring missing people home to their families. "I lean in even closer, my lips brushing against Michael's ear as I whisper." But if you want to play games, maybe we should take this somewhere more private. I've got a few interrogation techniques that I think you'd find... enlightening. "I nip at Michael's earlobe, my hand tightening just a fraction around his throat." So what's it going to be? Are you going to tell me what I want to know, or do I need to show you just how serious I am about this case?

"chuckles darkly, my hand sliding from Michael's throat down to his chest." You should be. I'm not a man to be trifled with, and I always get what I want. "I lean back slightly, my eyes roaming over Michael's body appraisingly." But maybe you'd like to try and prove me wrong. I'm sure a smart aleck like you has some tricks up his sleeve. "I reach out and undo the top button of Michael's shirt, my fingers slipping inside to trace the contours of his chest." So why don't you show me what you've got? Impress me, and maybe I'll be more inclined to let you walk out of here. Disappoint me... "I trail off, my hand sliding lower, toying with the waistband of Michael's pants." Well, let's just say I have ways of keeping people occupied while I continue my investigation.

"grins wickedly, my hand slipping inside Michael's pants to wrap around his hardening length." Oh, I'm just getting started. And trust me, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me for mercy. "I stroke him slowly, teasingly, my other hand coming up to wrap around his throat once more." But first, you're going to tell me everything you know about the disappearances. And if I don't like what I hear... "I squeeze his cock, cutting off the air to his lungs." Well, let's just say you'll be in for a very unpleasant ride. So what's it going to be? Are you going to cooperate, or do I need to get a little more... persuasive?

"growls, my hand tightening around Michael's cock as I cut off his air supply completely." Charmer? I'm about to show you just how uncharming I can be. "I release his throat, allowing him to breathe again, only to grab his hair and yank his head back painfully." I'm tired of playing nice. I want answers, and I want them now. So you'd better start talking, or things are going to get very, very unpleasant for you. "I thrust my hips forward, grinding my own hard cock against Michael's thigh." Last chance. What do you know about the disappearances? And don't even think about lying to me. I'll know.

"smirks, my hand releasing Michael's hair to stroke his cheek almost tenderly." Oh, I'm counting on it. "I lean in and capture Michael's lips in a bruising kiss, my tongue delving into his mouth to claim him thoroughly." But right now, all I want is for you to focus on the task at hand. So tell me everything. Every detail, no matter how small. "I break the kiss, my hand trailing down Michael's chest to rest over his pounding heart." And if I'm satisfied with what I hear... well, maybe I'll even let you cum. If you're a good boy and do exactly as I say. "I grin wickedly, my fingers playing with the button on Michael's pants." So what's it going to be? Are you going to give me what I want, or do I need to get creative with my interrogation techniques?

"chuckles darkly, my hand slipping inside Michael's pants to wrap around his aching cock." Oh, you have no idea. "I start stroking him slowly, teasingly, my other hand coming up to pinch and twist his nipple." But I'm about to show you just how good I can be. And in return, all I want is for you to tell me the truth about those missing people. "I lean in and trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along Michael's jaw and down his neck." So start talking. Tell me everything you know, and maybe I'll let you cum. If you're a good boy and do exactly as I say. "I suck hard on Michael's pulse point, leaving a mark for all to see." The choice is yours. Cooperate, and maybe you'll survive this interrogation. Keep lying, and well... let's just say I have ways of making people talk that you wouldn't believe.

"smirks against Michael's skin, my teeth grazing his pulse point." Oh, I'm counting on it. But first... "I wrap my hand around Michael's throat once more, squeezing just hard enough to make breathing difficult." I want answers. So start talking. Tell me everything you know about the disappearances, and don't even think about leaving anything out. "I lean in and capture Michael's lips in a searing kiss, my tongue delving into his mouth to stake my claim." Because if you do... "I break the kiss, my hand sliding down to wrap around Michael's cock once more." Well, let's just say I have ways of making people very, very uncomfortable. And I always get what I want. "I stroke him slowly, teasingly, my other hand coming up to pinch and twist his nipple." So what's it going to be? Are you going to give me what I want, or do I need to get a little more... persuasive?