of the
“else” from his hand to my bottom. “Yes, Sir.”
He kissed my forehead, and I moaned into his throat. A
shiver ran up and down my spine as he lowered me down again. This time, his
cock split my folds. I obeyed him, trying to remain still though my body was
racked with a million vibrations.
My lips trembled as he slowly lowered my weeping sex onto
his erect dick, igniting more desire with every stroke forward. His cock was so
long and so hard and so wide. I’d never had anything that big inside me. I felt
stretched to the very limit, and trying to hold on, I scrapped the back of his
neck with my fingernails.
“Squeeze my dick with your pussy, Mia.”
I obeyed and tightened my channel around his thickness as he
continued thrusting deep into my pussy. With each stroke, his weight pressed on
my clit, enhancing my crazed suffering.
“Feels so good,” I panted, unable to stay quiet.
“You like me fucking you, sub?”
“Oh, yes!”
“You want me to keep fucking you?”
“Please. Fuck me. Don’t stop.” Involuntarily, my pussy
convulsed on his cock, harder than before.
Like the spanking he’d given me on the back of his cop car,
the thrusts of his cock deep into my pussy had me teetering on the edge of pain
and pleasure. My moans soon became screams. I couldn’t keep still. It was as if
my body had a mind of its own, thrashing against him as he held me off the
ground and on his dick.
“Oh, God!” The only thing I could focus on was the wild
sensations inside my flesh. With each powerful stroke he sent into me, my womb
tightened, relaxed, and tightened again, over and over.
“Come for me, little sub.” His tone was lower, guttural.
“Come now!”
If my mind didn’t know he was in charge, my body sure did.
Like a glass shattering into a million pieces, I climaxed that instant and
everything went kablooey inside me.
“Y-Yesss!” I screamed and hissed. My womb convulsed and my
tears burned.
“Fuck! I’m fucking you, sub!” he growled.
He pounded his cock into me, grunting and cursing with each
thrust. Then I felt him stiffen with one final plunge into my wet pussy.
“Ahhh!” he yelled, as he came inside me.
Completely spent, I could barely hold onto consciousness as
the cop hoisted me up off his cock. I leaned into his chest as he pulled me up
in his arms, my legs dangling. Since the cop car’s door was still open, he
placed me inside in the back.
He took the handcuffs off me. “Stretch out, miss.”
Keeping my eyes open, which I found difficult as weariness
set in, I did as he’d instructed. He pulled up his uniform pants and put his
gun belt back on.
“Did you learn your lesson, miss?”
I smiled and nodded back at the cop. He was still wearing
the sunglasses that hid his eyes from me.
“Roll over on your stomach for me.”
I obeyed, and was rewarded with a cool ointment to my aching
ass. It felt wonderful.
“All done. Flip around, miss.”
He tugged on my dress so that it once again covered my
pussy. Then he placed a warm blanket that he’d gotten from the front seat on
top of me.
“Lex?”
“Shh. Goodbye, Mia.” He closed the door, leaving me alone.
I’d convinced myself that the policeman was actually Lex,
but now I wondered. Could I have made a mistake? But was it really a mistake?
Maybe he was testing me? There was so much I needed to learn about BDSM. As the
throbbing of my ass continued, I knew that my first night at The Cell had
changed me forever. Deep inside me was something that responded to being
spanked. It took me to a place of frenzy and dizziness, a place of craze and
deliciousness, a place of bliss and rest. I’d only scratched the surface for my
thesis, and I needed more. Would Lex let me come again? Would he let me
interview him? There was so much to work out, but the fading vibrations in my
body from my climax gently rocked me, dulling my thoughts. Though I tried to
remain awake, I did finally drift off to sleep.
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