[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/SirsStories/comments/cebqpu/yes_officer_part_1/) | [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/SirsStories/comments/cfq0en/yes_officer_part_2/)
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Mark stood over her for a few moments, holding her gaze as his hands gripped tighter around her waist. She stumbled slightly as he pushed her back a few steps, pressing her firmly into the wall behind her.
Sarah looked up at him, her breasts squeezing against him as his chest lifted, and he let out a deep breath. She felt a buzz of anticipation mixed with a slight twinge of fear, she couldn’t help but shrink under the presence of the man in front of her. She looked away shyly, feeling her cheeks flush hot as she felt her nipples hardening under her uniform.
“Look at me,” Mark said calmly, a strong note of authority in his voice. Sarah looked up at him sheepishly, embarrassed by how much she was enjoying this.
He tilted his head slightly, a half-smile breaking over his lips “I have a feeling this is going to be a good weekend.”
Suddenly he spun her around, grabbing one of her wrists and pulling it behind her back in a fluid motion. She let out a cry in shock as he pressed her against the wall, twisting her arm so she couldn’t fight back. She let out a breath, half in pain, half in pleasure. He pushed her arm firmly into her lower back, expertly immobilizing her, his knee pressing into the her leg so she was forced even lower.
The side of her face was wedged against the wall, her neck twisted, and she felt her knees go weak as he leaned in close to her, her free hand hanging limply by her side.
“I think you enjoyed our exercises a little more than you should have, didn’t you?” he said into her ear, still holding her in place.
She nodded, closing her eyes and hunching up even more under him. “Well then,” He whispered, his face just inches from hers, “I think you’re going to enjoy *these* exercises a whole lot more than you should.”
She felt him release the pressure, and she stood up with him, losing her balance slightly and falling away from the wall. Mark caught her arm, steadying her. “Why don’t we try those drills again? I think you could benefit from some one-on-one practice.” He gestured for her to head back to the main training room.
She walked a step ahead of him, straightening her uniform as she went, trying to ignore how much this was turning her on. The door was just in front of them now, and she took a deep breath as she pushed it open.
Sarah looked over her shoulder, waiting for her next instruction. “Over there.” Mark pointed towards the padded area of the floor where they had done the demonstration all those hours ago that had landed them in this situation in the first place. She made her way over, standing a couple of feet away from him, looking up at him as he slowly and deliberately rolled up his sleeves.
“Now” he stepped towards her, “we can finally try these drills with no distractions… No one to intervene.” He was just one step away now “Why don’t you at least try to resist? Makes it a little more fun for us both.” He was on her now, his hand grabbing onto her wrist, she could feel him taking control of the fight already, but she struggled against him, trying to wriggle free, gasping for air as she felt adrenaline rushing through her.
“Get off me!” she shouted, wriggling her body from side to side. She saw him pause for a second, wondering if she wanted what he did. She stopped pulling so hard for the briefest of moments and it seemed that was the only signal he needed. He stepped into her, his leg expertly placed behind hers as he tipped her off balance, bringing her roughly to the ground.
Now that he had her on the floor his weight advantage became even more relevant and he easily twisted her onto her side. One arm was pinned to the mat by her body weight and the other twisted behind her back. He was straddling her now, her body in between his legs. Sarah didn’t have to hide how much she was enjoying it this time, now that her colleagues weren’t here to watch, and she let out a sigh as she gave in to the inevitable, her body going limp.
Mark reached up with his free hand and squeezed her right boob through her uniform and she let out a little giggle. Mark smiled as he looked down at the woman he now had full physical control over, his hand running slowly over her chest before grabbing onto the material just below the collar.
Sarah let out a surprised cry followed quickly by another giggle as Mark ripped open the front of her shirt, the buttons skittering away over the floor.
Mark grunted as he rolled her onto her front before unbuckling her belt, pulling the clasp loose so the belt hung, nonfunctional, around her waist.
“Not bad Hughes,”’ Mark laughed nonchalantly, still straddling her, holding her in place. He leaning in towards her “Want to try again?” he kissed her deeply, and she kissed him back as she lay helplessly in place.
She smiled as he pulled away, “I think I can do that.”
He got up onto one knee, pausing briefly to enjoy the moment, before standing up and releasing his grip on her. She flopped back onto her back, her shirt hanging open, and smiled up as he towered over her. “Big strong officer’s had enough?” she smiled playfully.
Mark raised an eyebrow, “When you drag yourself up here we’ll see about that.” He bent down, extending his hand to her. She reached up, grabbing hold of him as he lifted her up on onto her feet.
She stood there, exposed, her shirt open, and she noticed his eyes tracing over her breasts as he gently held her hand. “Fancy a break?” Mark asked, looking concerned. Sarah started to speak, “Just kidding.” he said, instantly switching his grip on her, the concern gone from his face replaced with a mischievous grin.
This time she didn’t even try to fight back, practically falling to the floor as Mark repeated the moves that he’d used to drop her with all day. This feeling was so addictive, she couldn’t get enough! The feeling of being overpowered. The feeling of being completely powerless to do anything but submit. Besides, she was too tired to put up any kind of fight, meaningful or otherwise.
“Oh fuuuuck!!” she moaned as she wriggled against the iron grip of the man on top of her. “God, this is so fucking *good*!” She was on her front now, and she felt Mark snap a cuff around the wrist he had pulled around her back as he’d brought her down to the ground. With his other hand he grabbed her free arm, dragging it behind her back to join the other, promptly snapping her wrist into the cuffs.
He paused for a moment to admire his handy work and catch a breath as Sarah lay powerless beneath him.
From behind her Sarah felt a hand firmly grip her belt and underwear in one tight fist. Next they were pulled down in a swift motion, coming over her ass and down to her knees.
“Fuck,” Mark muttered, taking a minute to appreciate Sarah’s ass. He grabbed one of her ass cheeks before smacking it. “Open your legs.” He commanded. Sarah didn’t need telling twice. She felt a hand sliding between her legs, the palm resting on her pussy. She shivered, the handcuffs jangling as she pulled against them instinctively, her body reacting naturally to the sensation.
“You’re so wet.” Mark said, a hint of amusement in his voice, as he started to gently rub up and down. Sarah moaned softly into the mat, she could feel how wet she was. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she didn’t care anymore. He rubbed more quickly now, pressing down firmly as Sarah clamped her eyes closed, her mouth falling open and her toes curling as he made deliberate strokes over her clit.
“Please” Sarah gasped through ragged breaths. She felt Marks weight shifting above her, and heard a belt being undone behind her. Sarah tried to look back, but in her current position she couldn’t see past her shoulder, so she resigned to dropping her head back onto the lightly padded floor.
Mark’s weight shifted again and she felt him moving into a better position over her, his hand slid under her waist, pulling her up so her ass was slightly elevated and sticking up into the air.
She groaned as she felt his cock slowly sliding inside of her, his fingers lacing through her hair, pulling it tightly whilst simultaneously pushing her head down.
Mark began to thrust in and out of her, his legs just outside of hers, pressing her tightly around his cock. Her whole body moved with his thrusts, and as he continued the rocking motion as Sarah whimpered, a shiver running through her whole body.
As the rhythmic motion continued Sarah’s world melted away. She knew this is where she belonged.
Far away she could feel Mark inside her, feel the wonderful pain from him pulling her hair, hear his grunts, make out the cold of the cuffs around her wrists. But none of it mattered. Her limp body rocked back and forth as Mark sped up, each thrust feeling like it was deeper inside her, her head empty, like she was floating on clouds.
Time was a hazy blur, but eventually she felt Mark push his cock as deep as he could inside her, felt him pulsing inside her as he came.
His grip loosen on her hair, and he pulled out of her, rolling to one side and flopping onto the mat beside her. Sarah fell into his arms. She opened her eyes and the room slowly started to drift back into focus.
“Fuck” Mark said, holding her in his arms “We need to do that again…”
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