I don’t know what got into me, I really don’t. Maybe it was the new meds I was taking, or the ones I’d just gotten off of. Maybe it was the mounting pressure from the cavalcade of turmoil surrounding my life. College. Family. Boyfriend. All of it just felt like a disaster, and it was making me feel crazy. Chaotic. Impulsive.
I’d failed a class last semester, and was on my way to failing two more during this one. My parents threatened to cut me off financially if I didn’t get my grades up, and vowed that if I dropped out or got kicked out of college that they’d leave me to fend for myself after that. Chris, my boyfriend, was no longer a safe haven for me. We’d been growing apart ever since we stepped on campus, whether he knew it or not, and I’d been amping myself up to break up with him every day, but never had the guts.
So, what was a stressed 19-year-old girl to do but soothe herself underneath a blanket of drugs and alcohol? It’s nothing too scary, mostly weed, molly, and a little bit of coke… okay, a lot of coke, sometimes. And then, of course, only a few months into this bad girl persona I’ve adopted do I get busted. I get pulled over late one night, and the cops ask if I have any drugs. I lie. There’s a shitload of ketamine in a hidden compartment inside the paneling of the back door. They say “fine” and call in the K-9 units. I’m fucked.
I’m high and nervous, but then I see him. A beefy, muscular officer with short-cropped hair, and a stern demeanor that betrays his boyish good looks. I kick myself for even thinking he’s handsome, but then I see his hand gripped around a leash, holding onto the biggest German Shepard I’ve ever seen. And he’s got such a command over this beast, controlling him with mere clicks of his tongue as it sniffs through the car. I’m so mesmerized by his dominance over this animal, that my worry’s taken a backseat to something else that I can’t define. Watching him wield so much control over a big animal makes me wonder what that must feel like, to be under that much control. It isn’t until the dog starts to go crazy, and the cop pops that secret compartment open, that I snap out of it.
“Hands behind your back,” one of them tells me before he twists me around and snaps a pair of cold, metallic cuffs around my wrists. Something about the way he moved me so rudely, like an object in his way, lights a strange fire in my tummy. He tells me I’m under arrest, and asks me if I’m going to cooperate. Staring into his eyes, I feel a dangerous tickle in the pit of my stomach, and the word just leaps out of me.
“No.”
“Excuse me?” he asks, sternly.
“I said, no.”
He stares me down, waiting for me to change my mind, and when I don’t he just smirks. “No?”
“Uh-uh,” I slur out with a glossy stare.
“So you won’t cooperate?”
“No.”
“You want to go to jail?”
“No.”
“That’s too bad, cause that’s where you’re going.”
“No,” I hum, then try to snatch my wrists away from his grip, but he’s too strong.
“Easy there. Don’t do something stupid.”
“Fuck you.”
He stops, and his smirk grows larger before he presses the front of my body against the car. “Tony!” he calls, and the K-9 officer shows up a second later. “Says she’s not cooperating.”
“That so?” K-9 asks plainly. “Miss,” he addresses me. “Just by the look of it, you got a felony’s worth of substances on you. I’d say you better cooperate and do what you’re told.”
“Or, what?”
“Or, you’re looking at obstruction of justice, and a shitload of other trouble.”
“Oh? Yeah? What kind of trouble?” That’s when I try again to rip my hands away, causing Tony to slap his hand on the nape of my neck to hold me still. Something about his calluses on my skin, and the roughness of his grip sends a chilling thrill over me. I try again, just to feel him hold me tighter.
“Not doing yourself any favors, you know that?”
“No,” I say with a tongue full of sass.
Tony pauses. “Give us a minute,” he says to the other cop, and all of a sudden it’s just me and him by the back of a cruiser. All of a sudden, his hot breath wafts against the cartilage of my ear. “I’ve had a long day, so I’d suggest you don’t fuck with me.”
“Or, what? Huh?”
I’m twisted around like a ragdoll and find myself face to face with Tony’s handsome, yet terrifying face. Seeing him up close, and the steadiness in his face, only challenges me to provoke him even more.
“Oh… is that it?” My eyes are glossed over, but still. He’s studying me, I can tell, sizing me up.
“You sure you wanna find out?”
“Find what out? That you’re a big pussy?”
Unlike the guy before, there’s no smirk on his face. It’s as plain and steady as it ever was. I smile at him, a challenging little titter. “You gonna hit me or something? Hm? You want to, don’t you?”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
“Oh,” I sing with a heavy helping of sarcasm. “Scary. You wanna hit me so bad, don’t you? Huh?” My smile turns into a grin, half of me confident that he won’t. The other half hoping he might.
“Listen up, you little cunt.” He steps in closer, his nose tilted down nearly against my own. “I know what you’re trying to do, and you better cut the shit before you get yourself into more trouble.”
I scoff, uncaring and goading. Then, it just happens. I’m not high enough to be completely out of control, but enough to launch a dollop of spit at him that lands on the shoulder of his uniform. He sighs, as if he didn’t want to do what he’s about to do. My breath hitches, and before I know it I feel that callused mitt around my throat. He’s pressing, not hard, but firm.
“The fuck did I say?”
I’m too deprived of air, and too dizzy from the fearful thrill coursing through my veins, to speak. He looks like he expects me to crumble into a sobbing mess like the weak ones he’s used to dealing with, and it only invigorates me to hold out as long as I can. Instead of loosening up, I lean in and press my throat into the webbing of his hand. I watch his eyes as my face turns red, searching them for a hint of surprise, but there is none. He just holds it steady, calling my bluff. Before I even have the chance to quit, he spits in my face and eases up.
“Crazy fucking bitch,” he whispers, and I nod. “You like this shit, don’t you?”
I nod again, staring him down. His gaze tips over my shoulder. He tips his chin at someone, the other guy, behind us, and I hear a car door slam shut then peel away. The moment his eyes land on my face again, so does his palm, striking me with a loud pop against my right cheek, eliciting a soft whimper that’s between pain and arousal.
“More?” he asks, but before I can even nod, he’s already swinging his hand over that same cheek, then crossing his backhand over the other. “That what you wanted?”
Those slaps bring tears to my eyes, but I nibble on my bottom lip. “Mmhm,” I murmur lazily.
Without warning, he spins me around and presses me against the side of his cruiser, taking hold of my cuffs and guiding my hands to the bulge in his crotch.
“Take my cock out,” he growls into my eardrums.
My little fingers crawl over his pants, fumbling for the belt buckle, then the button, and zipper. It’s clumsy and awkward, but he chuckles. “Done this before, slut?”
“Maybe,” I whisper, a lie, but fun it’s fun to pretend. My tiny hand rubs over the fold in his boxer briefs, digging in like it’s a present on Christmas morning. Finally, the tips of my fingers find purchase, and they squeeze around the heaving log of flesh that’s already swollen so much that it’s a task to take out. “Shit,” I huff, taking in its size as I bring him free and begin to stroke. “So big…”
“Yeah,” he mutters through intensifying and belabored breaths. “Keep stroking…” All of a sudden, his hand’s under my skirt, fingers pressing into the damp gusset of my thong. “Already wet, whore?” he spits. I whine and moan, squirming against his grip, squealing as he rips my underwear clean from my waist.
It’s a lonely road, and we’re stopped at a small embankment off of it. The sudden hum of an engine makes my blood pressure rise. Tony pushes my head down underneath the top of the car and holds still, waiting for those headlights to get closer until they pass by. From that vantage point, we’re either hidden, or it must look like a routine stop at a glance. Finally, the red lights of the rear of the car disappear behind the curve of the highway and he lets me back up.
“Spread your legs,” he tells me, but doesn’t give me a chance to do it myself, instead kicking them apart with his heavy boots. I don’t mind. I can feel that he has one hand around the base of his cock while the other comes to a rude, burning grip in my short, brown hair as he tugs it back with force. “Just stay still,” he orders as he feels me squirm when the head of his raw cock presses against my quivering labia.
“Oh, fuck,” I huff, shaking as he slides it into my steaming pussy, slowly melting into it like a stick of butter against a hot pan. “Ungh, shit… shit… fuck…”
I can feel Tony’s hand release his cock when he’s confident it won’t slip out of me. That’s when he bucks, slow at first, emitting a loud grunt when he does. “Mmhm… that’s it.” A few more slow thrusts and he picks up the pace, slamming into me with fleshy slaps of his hips against my bubbly ass cheeks. “Hold still, bitch,” he corrects me again.
My jaw’s tense as I grind and grit my teeth, seething through the pain of his girth stretching my pussy to lengths unchartered. It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to push the throbbing agony away, and now I’m moaning and wailing as he fucks me with reckless abandon. Maybe I was too loud for his comfort, and he wraps one of his hands around my mouth without a pause. The control he has over me, like that obedient dog, is overwhelmingly delicious and it doesn’t take long for me to cum.
“Goddamn… already?” he chides as he feels me shake and tremble off-rhythm. I can tell by his quickening breaths that he’s close also. He bucks faster, harder, pulling me back by my hair and mouth that it feels like he might break my spine in two. But I don’t care. Not right now. He’s fucking me with the hate that I need to keep me from thinking about anything else. A moment later, he’s grunting and gasping for air, and his bucks are slowing down. One, two, three more and he buries himself to the hilt. “Unghfuck… fuck… fuckin’ whore… goddamn…”
I cum again at the sensation of his hot, steamy ropes splattering deep into my womb. In an abrupt end, he pulls out and pushes me against the car with disgust. I hear his zipper, then his belt, and I crane my neck to look at him in his post nut clarity.
“Th-that’s it?” I smirk. He spits a thick wad of drool against the back of my head and I giggle. He yanks me back by my arm, spinning me around and landing a harsh smack against my cheek. I smile. “Mmmph.”
“For now,” he answers, taking out the keys to the cuffs and wrapping his arms around me to undo them.
I rub my wrists, fix my skirt, and stare at him. It’s silent now, a weird sense of calm after a few minutes of pure chaos.
“I’m taking your shit,” Tony tells me. “You got off easy tonight.”
“Did I?”
“Yeah. You really did.”
I stare at his badge, and the last name on it. “Well… thanks, officer… Milton.”
He gives me a blank stare before walking back to his vehicle. “Get that tail light fixed before I see you next time.” Tony gets in the driver’s seat and he’s all of a sudden gone.
My tail lights work just fine. I smirk to myself as I get back in and pull away. Next time, officer.
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