Natalie tears down the highway after a brutal breakup. All she wanted was a guy who could take control of her and fuck her right, was that too much to ask?
When a police officer pulls her over on the loneliest highway in America and demands she take off her top, Natalie doesn't know what to do. Will she be able to surrender herself to the ruggedly handsome police officer, and let him do what he wants to her?
Warning: This 3600 word short story contains a dominating police officer, hot oral, rough sex, rougher anal, a heavy domination/submission theme, and a sexy surrender to the law. May be too hot to read!
He smirks. “I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see how well compliant you are to me.”
“Actually, you can call me Master. And if you’d turn around and put your hands on the top of your car, please.” He adjusts his sunglasses — black aviators. It’s just me and him out here, miles from no one.
I turn around and place my hands on the top of my ex’s Mustang.
“Spread your legs.”
“Yes sir,” I say.
He wraps his hand around my throat. “Excuse me?”
The cop kneels down behind me. He places his hands over my jeans at my ankles, and runs them up my leg. He doesn’t pat, nothing you’ve seen in the cop shows. Just slides them right up my thighs. He stays away from my ass, instead sliding his hands around my hips, then up my stomach and over my breasts. He presses himself into me while he does this, and I feel what is either a baton or his cock pushing against my ass.
He wraps his fingers around my neck. “Are you going to be a good little bitch for me?”
His grip tightens. “Are you going to be a good little bitch for Master, or do you need a ticket?”
“I’ll be good,” I say. My groin tingles. No man’s talked to me like this before.
He puts his mouth next to my ear and whispers. “You’ll be a good what?”
“I’ll be a good little bitch for Master.”
“Good.” He bites my ear hard enough to hurt, then shoves my face down against the top of my car. “You’d hate to see what happens to you if you’re bad.”
His hand hits my ass hard. He places his other hand on my lower back.
Again on my ass.
“Does my bitch like that?”
“I think you’re hiding something.”
“I think you’re hiding something under your shirt. Take it off.”
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Published June 27, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.