club fair and square. I’d never craved
anyone’s approval in my whole life more than Lex’s.
Smack.
“One, Sir!” I shouted.
Three more came down, each a little harder than the one
before.
“Two! Three! Four, Sir!” My mind drifted into a dizzy, warm
place. The worries of my thesis, my bills, and my life faded away with each
whack of his hand to my ass. All that was left was my body and its responses to
the punishment by this policeman.
“Five! Six! Seven!” I couldn’t keep still. My ass was on
fire. Every inch of my body shook. My climax was so very close.
Smack. Smack.
I counted them as he’d commanded. Then came the final spank
from him. It was harder than all that had come before, and the collision of his
hand to my ass was explosive, calling forth the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever
had in my life. His hand came between my legs, and pressed on my puffy folds.
When his thumb pressed gently on my clit, I screamed, “Yes!
God, yes!”
My body melted into the car as my womb convulsed again and
again. Using his hands and his lips alone, the officer kept the intensity of my
climax hot and high. The swipes of his tongue on my lower back and the pressure
of his fingers on my pussy and clit fanned my flames over and over. Each time I
thought the ride was over, another tender touch or intimate kiss sent me
flying.
He unlocked the cuffs, removing them from the rod in the
back window. I thought he was going to take them completely off me, but
instead, he left them dangling on my right wrist.
“Roll over on your back, miss.”
Unable to resist, I complied. The helmet was gone but his
glasses remained. The illusion swamped my brain into acceptance. I was on a
lonely road with a cop who had rescued me from harm or maybe even death. I owed
him my very life. I had sunk completely into the fantasy, my own troubles gone.
His mouth covered my mound, sending an electric sensation
through every inch of my body. His hands held my thighs wide, and he slurped up
my juices, driving me mad with desire. I had to be filled up, possessed, taken.
“Please, officer. I need you.” My hands shot to his
shoulders, still under the fabric of his uniform. The cuff on my right wrist
hung down his back.
“You’ve taken your punishment very well, sub.” His voice
thundered from his chest at a deep octave. “I suppose I should reward you for
that.”
“P-Please.”
The cop removed his hands and lips from me, standing tall.
He unbuckled his belt, lowering it and the gun it holstered to the ground. Then
he pulled his pants down to his boots, revealing white briefs that didn’t have
any way of hiding his monstrous dick underneath. My jaw dropped as he stripped
off his underwear, freeing his thick, nine-inch beast.
He leaned forward and hoisted me off the car and into his
arms as if I weighed nothing at all. The officer’s brute strength amazed me. I
wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. The man was built
like a fortress of muscles. Any woman would feel completely safe walking beside
him.
I stared at my own reflection in his mirrored sunglasses. My
hair was in a ponytail, and my face was flush. Before now, I’d never felt more
feminine or wanton.
“Time to fill up your pretty cunt with my dick, miss.” He
lowered me back on the car.
As I watched him don a condom over his massive shaft, a bit
of relief rushed through me. I shouldn’t have been anxious, though, since I
knew from what I’d read about the club earlier that condoms were required. Then
he lifted me back into his arms and I wrapped my arms and legs around him
again. I felt the head of his cock touch my pussy, and I got even wetter.
Urges ignited inside me, and I shifted my hips, trying to coax
him in. The cop jerked me up several inches.
“You’ve got so much to learn, little sub.” His voice had an
edge of threat in it. “Stop trying to take charge or else. Understand?”
I couldn’t help but grin a bit, longing for more
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