Chapter 440 You Cant Take My Sex Away:>Ep5

• Officer Grant proved to be a stern man who was apparently very punctual. Her doorbell rang at exactly 7:00 PM, as if he had been at her door, waiting for the clock to hit the exact time, down to the second. Dressed in a pair of draw-string lounge pants and a button-down flannel, Danielle had answered the door and faced the man who, from this moment forward, had full control of her sexuality among most other aspects of her life. She gasped internally over his appearance and tried to keep her reaction neutral. He was tall, broad shouldered, and very fit. His hair was a medium brown shade, and the stubble that was dusted across his face was a slightly lighter shade. There was a ruggedness about him in spite of his impeccably pressed clothing and neatly combed hair. She got the immediate impression that he was ex-military, and she would make a point to find out. Her pussy contracted and pulsed as she thought of the power this handsome, alpha-looking male held over her. She also felt a deep sense of shame for the predicament she was in which cast her as a subordinate to him. She was envious of the women who might meet him under different circumstances and be able to earn his respect as an equal. Being unable to help herself, she glanced down at his left hand and noticed there was no wedding band.
• "Welcome," Danielle said, stepping out the doorway to let Officer Grant enter.
• He surveyed her apartment and simply stated, "Thank you. Let's set up in the living room, and we'll have a chat before we get started." He gestured in invitation for her to have a seat in her own living room. They sat across from each other and Officer Grant placed a case on the coffee table. He didn't ask her first if he could set something on her table. He took immediate command of their meeting and simply spread out a cloth atop the surface to protect the furniture, heading off any objections she may have at the pass.