“Um. Officer Lucas!” She called from the cell after checking her watch for the millionth time.
“He’s not here!” Jay called out.
“Uh, officer!?”
“Yeah!?”
“Is there a..may I speak to Officer Lucas?”
“He’s gone for the day ma’am.”
Lucas was off the clock but sitting in another room watching his prize pace the small cell. It had been four hours since he left her locked up. She kept eyeing the stainless steel toilet that had no shred of privacy.
If you have to go Mrs. Vicks. Go.
She paced faster. Lucas had dropped off a bottle of water- knowing she’d be dehydrated from a morning of high tension and arousal, she had downed the entire thing as she filled out the permit form. The form that he picked up and said he would let her out when he was ready for her to go. Of course, she interpreted that as when he finished filing the papers- but Lucas had meant something else.
That liter of water has got to go sometime Mrs. Vicks.
The patience of a glacier, Lucas observed. Tired of pacing, she sat and covered her face with her hands. Suddenly alarmed she stood- but not fully upright. That would cause the agonized bladder to leak.
There was a shrill in her voice that was trying to remain calm, she called out, “Officer! Would it be possible to let me use the ladies room?”
“There’s one in there!”
She froze then cryptically stared at the silver mound attached to the wall.
Go on baby. You’ll be fine.
She resumed pacing. Another twenty minutes passed.
“Officer!?”
“Ma’am. You’re in the ladies room as far as I’m concerned.”
She hunched- either defeated or trying not to leak, Lucas couldn’t tell. Hands shaking he watched as she set square after square of tissue on the seatless basin. He grinned when she pressed her face to the cell’s bars to make certain no one was coming down the hall and then bolted to the toilet, quickly unfastening her jeans and relieving herself. As modest as one could, she dabbed herself dry, flushed all the tissues and then washed her hands in the tiny sink for a couple minutes.
Good.
Feeling better, the pacing resumed for another hour.
“Officer?”
“Yes?”
“Um. When will I be able to go home?”
“Whenever Officer Lucas says.”
“Would it be possible to call him?”
“Sure, you get a phone call. Do you know his number?” Lucas laughed. Jay was excellent at playing an asshole.
“Uh, no. But could you call him for me?”
“Nope! It’s your phone call! Did you want to call family?”
Horror paled her face and Lucas’s fun instantly dwindled. He headed to the cell.
Enough. She’s been here nearly six hours. As gentle as a lamb. She’s well aware-
He stopped when he saw her. Her legs folded against her chest, she was curled up in the corner of the room. Hugging her shins, her forehead rested on her knees.
Fuck. She’s crying.
He silently undid the lock and touched her shoulder. The bewildered look on her face stopped his heart. He ignored that black stone that had stopped beating in his chest and slipped his hands under her armpits. He lifted her to her feet, she turned her head away, not wanting him to see her.
“I need to go home and make dinner,” she said weakly.
“Your paperwork will clear in a couple weeks Mrs. Vicks.” His arm wrapped around her waist to escort her out but she twisted, leaving his gentle grasp.
“Thank you,” she said flatly and stepped toward the open door- she stopped. Eyes on the floor she asked, “May I go now?”
“Stella.” Her shoulders reached up to her ears. “Are you all right?” She nodded once, her back still to him. “Have a good night.”
Lucas watched as she walked down the hall, her hands wiping her eyes.
She’s delicate. Strong but I have to be careful with her. I want to bend her. Bend this one not break her. This isn’t one to crush and rebuild. I need to..make it up to her.
He followed her out to her car. Before she could shut her car door he stepped in its path and she froze, her eyes on the ground. Lucas was not one to fumble, not one to struggle with what to do or say but for a hundredth of a second he paused. A rapid look around, he made certain no one was looking and then took her face in his hands. Not wanting to push her any harder, he didn’t force her to look him in the face but instead lightly kissed her mouth. Then he quickly released her and said, “I’ll take care of everything.”
She closed her eyes, “Thank you Officer Lucas.”
It was sterile and he didn’t like it but knew it was his doing. He stepped away from her car and walked off as she drove away.
The next morning, on her way home from the gym he pulled her over on a wooded road. Gripping the steering wheel her shoulders were tight and high as he approached.
“Good morning Mrs. Vicks.”
Eyes straight ahead, glistening face pink from her workout, she fearfully replied, “Good morning Officer Lucas.”
“I need you to park your car at the vacant lot, three driveways down and then accompany me in my vehicle.” Her hands tightened on the wheel. “This is in your best interest Mrs. Vicks.” She frowned. Ignoring her, he headed back to his car and waited. For two minutes she sat there without budging.
I’m a patient man Mrs. Vicks, I can wait all day. Can you?
As if reading his mind she pulled out and drove slowly. Down the long, winding driveway she crept, only stopping when a felled tree blocked her car. Before she could stall another moment, Lucas was opening her car door. He firmly lifted her wrist, breaking her nearly glued hold on the steering wheel and then helped her to her feet.
“You look beautiful Mrs. Vicks.” That made her start, he smiled at her. It was cunning more than complimentary. “Do not doubt my words Mrs. Vicks. Just because others are blind does not mean I am.” A blush darkened her already pink cheeks as he guided her to the passenger seat of his vehicle. She eyed the shotgun mounted to the floor. The vast array of equipment- camera, radio, switches, laptop. She sat and he slid the seatbelt over her, clicking it in place.
He backed out the long driveway, she was silent and still. Half way to his house she looked at the shotgun and asked, “Why does your Remington 870 look different?”
Be still my fucking beating heart. Fuck my cock is harder than the walnut stock.
Lucas cleared his throat twice before he could say, “Police issue. Working parts are heavy-duty.”
“Oh. Yeah.” She seemed comfortable, “You do life and death stuff when most of us just use it for fun.”
Lucas smirked. “Fun?”
“I used to use my Dad’s to shoot at targets. Big holes.”
“Big kickback?”
“Only the double barrel. Knocked me on my ass the first time.”
Lucas chuckled and looked at her, she was faintly smiling. “Did you fire it again?”
“Yeah, but it bruised my shoulder. I like the pump action.” Lucas softly groaned. “You feeling all right?” Her maternal reaction only made him hotter. His plans for her were changing. What was going to be all for her- Lucas couldn’t help but want her for himself.
“Yes.” The garage door lifted and he pulled inside. Without giving orders he got out of the car and she followed- he pointed in the direction of his bedroom as he headed straight. “Undress and get in bed Mrs. Vicks.”
“I need to shower I’m-“
“Bed.”
A few minutes later he found her undressed and sitting under the blankets. She had covered herself with the sheet and avoided looking at him. He peeled the radio off his hip and set it on the bed. Lucas didn’t remove a single thing other than that radio. Kneeling in the middle of the bed he tugged the sheet out of her hands. Her legs folded to cover her chest. He grasped her ankles and pulled. Her body lengthened but not completely. Now lying on her back, Lucas was positioned between her legs.
“It’s all right ma’am.” He had turned on the generic police tone. “I’ll take care of things from here. You just relax.” Before she could respond he licked her clit giving her body a shock. After yesterday he wanted to pay her back, he couldn’t erase the harm he inflicted but he could make her feel incredible- something her husband neglected to do. Moments into the clit party she was grunting as her self-loathing and lust fought to the death.
Lucas lifted his head, wanting to settle the fight. His gray eyes were like cauterizing lasers. “You will come Mrs. Vicks. I will make you. I will not stop until you do. Do you understand?” She just stared at him. “You have no choice Mrs. Vick’s, I am forcing you.”
The rules having been repeated, he returned to her neglected pussy with a fervor. A rhythm would only put her into a relaxing state- Lucas kept her guessing, causing her to gasp or grunt depending on where her air was on the inhale or exhale.
The radio beeped, jarring her, Lucas was well accustomed to its unpleasant rudeness. A tonal screech and then a garbled male voice said, “Duke. Got the usual at the Dakota residence.” Lucas was occupied between Stella’s stiff lower limbs. A couple seconds passed. “Dammit Duke. You there? Damn radios. Reception in this town is shit. Jay! What was that company-“
Lucas picked up the radio, the back of it pressed against Stella’s inner thigh. “Reception is spotty but you said the usual at the Dakota’s.” She started to shimmy up the bed but Lucas’s fingers firmly grasping the left side of her labia stopped her. His gentle tug made her shift back down toward him.
“Roger that.”
“Got it.” He dropped the radio.
“You need to go,” she protested and started to close her legs.
His hands pressed them further apart. “Not until I finish. Once emergency at a time.”
“I’m not an emergency Officer Lucas,” she snipped. “You need-“
“The longer you take Mrs. Vicks the longer Mrs. Dakota will verbally berate her drunk husband.”
“She does? Oh that poor man. He can barely walk because of that accident-“
Lucas smiled at her, “An accident in which he was so drunk he was trying to walk on his broken legs when we got there.” Horror flooded her face. “We hushed it, knew they needed the money. They were about to lose their house.”
“Oh.” She thought a moment as he stared at her. “You did that for them?” Lucas gave a single nod. She gave him a small smile. “You’re nicer than you let on. Aren’t you?”
“No Mrs. Vicks. I’m not.”
She smiled wider. “You are.” No longer afraid of his steel colored eyes, she nodded, “I think you hide.”
“And I think you need to remember what I’m about to force you to do.”
She was suddenly daring. “I bet if I begged you’d let me go.”
He said coldly, “Not a chance.” That hanging in the air, he dove back between her legs. Relentless with his tongue and hands he was going for the kill. Showing her how merciless he truly was.
Her hips raised higher and higher along with the pitch of her moans as she neared orgasm. But she seemed stuck on the cusp- unable to cross.
Excellent.
Lucas protracted this sprint along the cliff’s edge until her body could raise her hips no higher, could raise her tone no higher.
“Come Stella.”
A silent scream erupted from her lips as her pussy trickled with warm fluid, her hips quaking midair, hands flailing. Her body crashed back onto the bed, too tired to curl up. Appearing as if he was lording over her, Lucas proudly watched her catch her breath. Her breasts shaking as she panted, she glanced at him and then her eyes rolled into the back of her head as they closed.
Beautiful woman. My woman. Mine to do with as I wish.
He climbed off the bed and snapped the radio back onto his waist. Stella worked on sitting up but he ordered, “Stay in bed.” He started to the door and she stood. “Right now I am giving you an option.”
“What option?” Her eyes on him, she stooped to pick up her clothes.
“Either you stay on your own accord or I handcuff you.”
“Neither,” she huffed. Lucas was quick. She was pinned to the bed, her arms above her head. A set of handcuffs were whisked from his hip and latched onto her wrists and around the bed post. She studied the zebra wood headboard as if she could work her way through the connected four inch slabs. Seeing her fate she sadly looked at him. “Don’t leave me like this. I’ll stay.”
“Next time. You made your choice Mrs. Vicks. Never forget who is in control here. Do not let yourself be blinded with what you think is a good deed. With the Dakota’s I just saved myself a lot of paperwork by saying a little bit of ice took his car off the road and into the ravine.”
Stubbornness held her chin out, “No. You are nice.”
“No Mrs. Vicks, I’m not. Would you like me to prove my point?” The threat was doused in defiance.
Turning her head away she closed her eyes and said, “No. This is mean enough.” He walked away, before he got to the garage door she called out, “Lucas! Officer Lucas!” He waited. Fear laced her voice, “What if the house burns down?”
Smiling to himself, Lucas left without saying a word.
It was over an hour before he returned. She was sitting up, leaning her side against the headboard, a pillow under her wrists. The bed sheet tucked up as high as possible under her armpits. She cringed when she saw him.
Good.
He sat beside her and unfastened her hands. Gently rubbing her wrists- it appeared like a tender gesture but he was still holding her hostage. When he lifted them to his mouth, his tongue ran over the reddish lines.
She whispered, “How could you leave me like this?” Her arms were trembling from worry. His smile only angered her. “I take it back! You’re not nice!” He yanked the sheet off her, giving even more validity to her point.
Adorable.
“I have quite the security system Mrs. Vicks.”
She pouted, “Fires are quick. It-” He crushed his mouth onto hers. Shutting down the conversation.
“Undress me,” he growled inbetween kisses. Hesitant at first she merely held the buttons of his uniform shirt. A bite on her lower lip prompted her to begin. Her fingers nimbly undid his shirt and as he slid it off his shoulders, she lifted his undershirt from his trousers and pulled it over his head.
Someone is a little eager. Have some tension you need released Mrs. Vicks?
She stopped short of working his belt. His hands guiding hers, she followed the hint and helped him undress. The tension from abandonment unwound as the sexual tension coiled. Suddenly she was breathing hard, trying to tear his clothes from him. He suddenly stood- leaving her hands fluttering midair. His utility belt clattered to the floor once he slipped off his shoes and socks.
Look at you. Terrified and electrified. That is what I want Mrs. Vicks. Need.
She saw his posture change- it was a mental crouch, then he sprung- knocking her onto her back as a loud peal of laughter unexpectedly tore through her. Biting her neck, she was laughing as he pinned her arms, slid between her legs and then slid himself inside. As soon as his dick hit her cervix the laughter twisted into supreme arousal.
“Oh god Lucas!” Her hips rose, wanting him to stretch her further. Lucas had other ideas. Shifting to his knees, he lifted her by the ankles and raised her ass off the bed. The angle was dead on for her gspot. A few thrusts in and she was clutching at the bedding, trying to pass the energy elsewhere to no avail. He built her up and up- but he knew that she needed the trigger. She had learned quick that she needed permission.
“Come,” he grunted so low she could barely hear over her moans. But she did hear and her torso convulsed. Before it finished Lucas pulled his cock out, flipped her over and got off the bed. Stella was scrambling to understand what happened but before she could utter a word Lucas made another move.
Pulling her legs off the side of the bed, he kicked them apart and held them wide with his feet. A forearm across her lover back, his other arm reaching for the drawer of the nightstand. Stella looked to see a bottle with a long nozzle pump on the end.
“What are-“
“Quiet Mrs. Vicks. Something new. I doubt your non pussy eating husband has ever done what I’m about to do.”
Her entire body became still. “What? What are you-“ The nozzle pressed against her untouched asshole was the answer. “NO!” she screamed. “NO LUCAS! NO! I can’t! That’s-“ She screeched as he braced against her, the nozzle slowly pressing inside. She gave it a good fight- using all her strength, but he was not someone she could shake away. Tears began to spill, “IT’S WRONG! NO!”
“Nothing we do is wrong Mrs. Vicks. You need to trust me.”
“NOO! No! Dammit! No!”
Cute. She swore.
Lucas began pumping the room temperature fluid into her- cramping her up. “No!” Her body tried to curl around her abdomen which wasn’t liking the adjustment.
“You’ll be all right in a moment. I don’t want this to hurt your first time.”
Crying softly into the bed, she said, “No. Please don’t Lucas. Officer Lucas, don’t.”
He slowly withdrew the nozzle and set the bottle aside. Holding her cheeks shut, he kissed the side of her face, “It’s all right Mrs. Vicks. You’ll enjoy it. I promise.”
Face still buried in the bed, she murmured, “How can you promise such a thing? It’s wrong.”
“You need to trust me fully. I will not fail you. Things may be uncomfortable but they will not hurt.” He kissed her ear which was bright red. “Just be calm Mrs. Vicks.” She felt his cock slide over her cheek and part them- she tensed. “No Mrs. Vicks, calm or it will cause you discomfort.”
She sobbed into the blankets, “I-I-I- can’t. Can’t be calm.”
“Yes,” he said softly in her ear, that deep, melodious, enchanting tone began- “you will Mrs. Vicks. You will breathe and only think of me. Only think of how it feels- not how you think it should feel. There are thousands of nerves waiting to be touched. To feel me.” To illustrate, he pressed the head of his cock against her hole. “You feel nice Mrs. Vicks. You always feel nice to me.” She inhaled and he kissed the back of her neck, slowly working his way down her vertebrae while at the same time pressing more and more onto her virgin hole. Mid-spine, he saw goosebumps spread over her skin- he took it as a good sign and pushed the head of his dick into her.
“Oh!” She jumped and tried to climb away, but she had no leverage and the fight only aroused Lucas further.
“Quiet.” She stopped moving or making noises. “Very good. Now feel me.” Sliding inside her slowly- the further he went in the more her head rose from the bed. Supporting her weight on her palms she was still rigid. “You’re doing excellent Mrs. Vicks. Excellent.” Her head dropped and she took another deep breath to hold. Once his balls were pressed against her, his dick sunk into her as far as possible, he adjusted his position. He stood upright and carefully pumped himself in her a few times. She still hadn’t relaxed- she was a vice on his dick.
He bent over her, fondling a breast with one hand and her clit with the other. He knew she was conflicted when her head dropped- but her shoulders were still propped off the bed.
“Forget all those taboos Mrs. Vicks. All those people saying it’s wrong. It’s a sin. Perhaps it’s only a sin for the same sex to be together- but not this. This makes no sense for it to be a sin.”
“It is wrong.”
“No, you’re wrong. They’re wrong. Why would it be here? We’re allowed to touch everything but this?”
She giggled, startling him. And startling Lucas was a tough thing to pull off.
“But this,” she giggled again. “Good choice of words. Butt.”
Unable to help himself he smiled, turned her head and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. “Excellent Mrs. Vicks.” She looked at him closely- his eyes warm with a repressed laugh.
“You’re a handsome man Officer Lucas.” His expression didn’t change. “I mean it.”
“I know you do. And I thank you for telling me.” He kissed her again and then studied her again. “Are you in any pain?” She lowered her eyes and shook her head once. “Discomfort?” Head shake. “Different?” She nodded. Pressing his mouth against her ear he threatened, “And in a moment you will enjoy it.” Without budging, letting his hot breath tickle her ear, he began to thrust. By the time he was on the tenth stroke she was gasping.
Lucas stood, reaching around her, he rubbed her clit as he fucked her ass. Seconds later she was moaning into the bed.
Yes. Another promise fulfilled Mrs. Vicks. I do not lie.
There was no middle ground in this fuck- Lucas went from leisurely to hard core. Slamming his body into hers- her small screams were his cheers for more. He granted them with precision, his fingers never leaving her clit.
“Luc-!” She groaned her orgasm into the air, her head snapping backwards. Lucas grabbed those silky strands and kept her head back tight as he continued to fuck her ass. Bewildered and wild with arousal- Stella came again. This time Lucas followed. Holding both of her shoulders, he slammed himself deep- holding it there and bucking upwards. Come filling the depths of her body- filling new terrain. Marking her as his.
He slowly pulled out, a slick trail of ivory following his lead. Pressing her cheeks closed, he rubbed them.
“Excellent Mrs. Vicks. Hold still.” He let go of her ass and watched the mess slide down her legs. She shuddered, the tickle was unbearable, she reached for it but her hand was slapped away. “Hold still.”
“It itched.”
“Hold still.” He left her there, the maddening urge to wipe the descending glob away. She heard water start- Lucas was drawing a bath. He returned. “We have time to bathe. You deserve a good soak. You may do as you please now.”
Immediately she swiped at the come on her lower inner thigh, sighing when she relieved the tickle and groaning when she saw the mess in her hand. Lucas quickly turned away- hiding a smile.
Adorable. Adorable indeed.
To be continued…
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