"Dammit!" I curse to myself as I slam the palms of my hands onto the steering wheel. It's finally Friday and not only has it been a very long day but a very long week overall. All I want is to get home and relax with a big glass of wine and a hot bath. My daydreaming has distracted not only my thoughts but also my attention to the speedometer. The flashing blue lights in my rear-view mirror reflect into my eyes as I turn off from the main road onto a less-busy side road so it's not so embarrassing. I sit and wait for the officer to get out of his cruiser and approach my vehicle. I have nothing to hide, but the lights still make my heart race and a rush of adrenaline makes me feel like I've been a bad girl even though I haven't broken any huge laws. I may have been speeding just a little bit, however. 'Get your shit together, Kim,' I think to myself as I try to calm my nerves.
Dusk has just settled, but I am still able to see which kind of police vehicle has pulled up behind me. It's neither a county nor a state patrol car; it's a city one. This will hopefully work in my favor since I have a particularly strong connection to this specific department. If that fails, at least I still have my amazing breasts to use as a back-up plan. They have yet to fail me.
I peer into the rear-view mirror and watch as the driver's side door opens on the patrol car. When the officer exits, I watch the suspension of his car lift as he steps out. I swallow hard and my hands slightly tremble at the sight of him; he's definitely a big boy, and I'm excited that I get the pleasure of dealing with him. I smile and nervously lick my lips as he walks closer to where I can get a better look at him. He's wearing the tell-tale dark blue uniform with short sleeves, and there's a baseball cap placed on his head. His shoulders are broad, and his walk is a bit on the cocky side. His heavily tattooed arms sway along his sides with each step.
His name is Maxwell, but kids in high school called him Max. He was my secret crush along with every other girl's dream boy fantasy as well. He is a couple of years older than me, but we never really knew each other back then. I first noticed him because of his size and great ability to play football. I was in the marching band and remember watching him play every Friday night. He was the leading scorer for the team during his junior and senior years and even won the championship game his senior year by running the length of the field and making the winning touchdown. The way his uniform looked on him was enough to make any girl swoon, but he was shy and never dated anyone even though he could've easily had a girl on each arm if he wanted. I remember seeing him walk past my locker in the hallway, and even though I swear he would send a little smile my way that would give me butterflies in my stomach along with weak knees, I never thought anything more of it. I was a tomboy, after all; why would he be remotely interested in me when there were other girls dying for his attention instead?
I roll my window down as he approaches, and I begin to feel that familiar giddy feeling. I look down and make sure to squeeze the lovely ladies on my chest a little closer together so just the right amount of cleavage is visible above my seatbelt. I've matured a lot since going through the tomboy phase in high school. I've had the pleasure of dealing with Officer Max while on duty before, and I have a feeling this isn't going to be a typical traffic stop this time.
"Good evening, Ma'am. Do you know why I pulled you over...again?" His eyes; they are such a captivating blue. I remember the first time I had the pleasure of looking into them and instantly becoming lost. It was when I was on the volleyball team, and he was at the game watching his little sister play. I was one of the better players even though I am on the shorter side. Being 5'3" does have some disadvantages, but it never slowed me down when it came to spiking the ball. I remember during one of our final games I really wanted his attention. We were winning by a landslide, and I knew one little goof-up wouldn't lose the game for us. When the ball was heading out of bounds in his direction, I purposely made an exaggerated leap to knock it back inbounds and magically fell into his lap. Our eyes caught each other, and there was one of those moments that lovers have when they get lost within each other. This effect still stands true to this day. It's easy to forget that I'm in my car on the side of a desolate road with a very intimidating officer of the law peering through my window.
"You're going to tell me what a bad girl I've been...again?" I say with a seductive tone as I glance up at him with my big brown eyes. Apparently, my mouth is on a mission that my brain hadn't quite gotten the chance to think through yet. I guess I'm feeling just a little feisty tonight.
"I clocked you going 63 in a 55 mile-per-hour zone," he says with a deep, authority-driven voice and a serious look that appears to be etched in stone. His height causes him to have to lean down to look into my window and I can smell a recognizable scent of cologne following him.
"What kind of punishment comes along with an infraction like this?" I ask with a pouty look. I notice his reaction to my flirty play and I can only hope he goes along with it. Sexually harassing an officer probably doesn't go over very well, but I'm going to take my chances anyway.
"I guess that depends on how well you can convince me that you're sorry. It could be pretty severe if it's not a sincere apology." He passes along a quick wink to me.
"My apology is going to be determined by whether or not you have your body and dash cams turned on," I say as I seductively run my tongue along my upper lip. He'll never bite that bait...or so I thought.
"Sit tight. I'll be right back." My assumption was correct; this is going to be far from your average speeding ticket stop.
I watch in my side mirror as he walks away. His ass swaying in those pants looks amazing, and I catch myself squirming in my seat. A man in uniform has always excited me, and I always figured one of these times my smart mouth was going to get me into some serious trouble. It looks like tonight might just be that time.
He opens the door, reaches inside, and fiddles with something on the dash. My eyes go wide as I watch what he does. 'He really is turning it off!' I think to myself as I'm now wondering what kind of shenanigans he could possibly have in mind. I'm even more nervous now as to what might happen. I'm frozen. I don't know if I should remain seated or get out of my car. I assume it's safest to stay put and wait for him to instruct me as to what he wants. He has always come off as being the bossy, domineering type anyway. He walks his way back to my vehicle with a mischievous smile formed on his lips.
"Sir, you haven't asked me for my license and registration yet," I say with a sly smile.
"We don't have time for that, Miss Kimberly, since you and I both already know each other. I'll need you to step out of the vehicle," he says as he steps away from my door.
"And if I refuse?" I ask with a slightly shaky voice.
"Then I may have to come up with a reason to extract you from your vehicle which means I will have to cuff you."
"What kind of reasons would that be?"
"Try me and see," he says as he uses a come-hither motion for me to climb out of my car.
My heart is pounding and my hands are sweaty. I have never been asked to get out of my vehicle during a traffic stop before. What if someone drives by? Especially someone who may recognize me, and I'll have a lot of explaining to do. I pulled off the main road to avoid being seen, but now he and I are out in the open and fully exposed even though it's a less-travelled side road. I slowly open my door and stand on shaky knees that feel like they're going to give out on me at any second. My long skirt flows with the gentle breeze. I take a step toward Max and look up at him. He towers over me, and the silent stare is intimidating. Part of me wants to run while the other wants me to tackle him right here and have my way with him. I squeeze my thighs together and the sensitive area between my legs sends a sexual rush through me. My lower belly clenches and I can feel a rush of wetness against my thighs.
"What now, Officer Max?" I nearly whisper.
"You're going to place your hands on the hood and spread your legs so I can search you," he says as he lightly grasps my elbow and leads me to the front of my car. I lean forward and place my hands flat on the cool metal. It sends a shiver all the way up my arms, and my nipples instantly form into hard peaks. I feel his body close to mine as he places his large hands on my shoulders. I let out a loud gasp when he startles me by using his foot to aggressively kick mine apart.
"That's better," he whispers against my ear. I groan quietly to myself as I stand here silently yearning for him to touch me more. I close my eyes as his hands wander down my arms. He traces them along the sensitive undersides, and it tickles causing me to flinch. His hands come around to my front and trace along the upper part of my chest. His fingers pass through the crevice between my breasts as his palms engulf the large swell of them allowing him to feel the weight of each one. He kneads them tenderly, and I lean my head back against him. His breath tickles my ear as he moans quietly. I feel the hem of my shirt being pulled up and his hands quickly slipping inside. They make their way up to the bottom of my bra where his fingers ease underneath the delicate material.
"If you're looking for my hidden weapons, you've found them," I say as his fingers brush over my alert nipples. He gives them a sharp squeeze, and my hands grasp at the slick metal surface of my hood.
"I have a feeling these can be pretty dangerous, and I'm sure you know exactly how to use them. I think I fear for my safety of being seduced, and it looks like that's enough of a reason to have to cuff you after all," he says with a mischievous chuckle.
I can hear the button unsnap on his duty belt and the rattle of the cuffs as he frees them from the holder. He brings his arm around me, grabs my wrist, and leads my hand behind me. I feel the cold metal against my skin and hear the clicking as he fastens it snugly. He reaches around and does the same with the other hand. I feel completely helpless, and I'm amazed at how much I'm enjoying it.
"Those weapons of yours aren't concealed anymore. With your hands behind your back, they are pushed right out into plain sight," he says as he leans closely over my shoulder to peer down at them.
"Officer Max, is that a flashlight in your front pocket or are you just really happy to see me in cuffs?" I ask as my hands line up perfectly with his rock-hard cock. My fingers reach out and run along his length through his pants. I'm wondering to myself why this officer isn't wearing his protective cup, but I'm glad he chose not to. He presses himself into my touch and slightly grinds against me.
"Do you know what the penalty is for sexually assaulting an officer?" He asks with a growl in his voice.
"No, I don't, but I hope it's a big, stiff punishment; something that will definitely teach me a lesson."
"You can count on that," he says as he gives a hard thrust against my ass which slams my hips into the fender of my vehicle. The sound of my body hitting against the metal excites me even more than I already am, and the force sends an explosive rush between my legs. I feel myself getting even wetter, and my entire body tingles as goosebumps form all over. The slightest breeze against my skin is working just as well as any other typical aphrodisiac.
"What happens if I start to resist?" I ask as I sway my ass from side to side; rubbing it across the front of his pants over and over.
"I might have to get a little rough and frisk you some more; maybe even bend you over your hood...like this." And with that, his large hand pushes the center of my back. I am guided sternly yet gently forward, and my breasts are squished against the cold metal. I've been lifted off the ground enough to where my toes, which are peeking through my sandals, are barely skimming the gravel underneath me. My breath against the hood, which is mere inches from my face, is amplified. I can hear every whimper I make as his hands wander to my hips.
"If you're going to get this rough, will you at least pull my hair and smack my ass, too?" My smart mouth has gone beyond flirting at this point and to a new level of daring him to see how far this officer will actually go.
"There's another place I need to check to make sure you aren't hiding anything," he says as his hands start to gather my skirt at my sides. He slowly pulls it up and the cool air chills my legs with every passing inch of fabric. My heart is racing and my toes are curling as I feel it sliding up my thighs. With one swift flick of his wrists, my entire skirt is gathered up onto my hips leaving my entire backside exposed. I hear his breath hiss through his teeth as his hands round my exposed ass.
"My, would you look at that?" he says with complete authority in his voice. "It looks like you've added yet another offense to your growing list."
"I have?" I ask with absolute confusion. I can't think of what he may have in his mind.
"You're not wearing any panties. This is now classified as an indecent exposure incident." My eyes widen as I had forgotten all about not wearing any underwear. I now realize I am bent over the hood of my vehicle with my bare ass up in the air for anyone who drives by to see. Thankfully it's been quiet and we haven't had any passersby. The thought of getting caught in such a compromising position is very arousing for me though. The risk is huge for him, yet here we are as though we're invincible.
"You know, if you'd done a more thorough search earlier you would've caught that sooner," I say with strong criticism. Before I know it, there's a loud crack and a strong stinging sensation on the right side of my ass. I let out a squeal; mostly out of shock but also because of the huge rush of ecstasy and instantly feeling like I'm going to cum right here and now without even being intimately touched.
"I don't need to hear anymore smartass comments like that one, understand?" he asks as he grabs a handful of hair and pulls my head back towards him. He uses his other hand to tenderly rub the tingling handprint he left behind. The tightness of the grip he has with his fingers tangled in my hair is sending me closer to the edge. I suddenly hear him yank down the zipper of his pants and the rustling of the fabric as he frees his dick.
I hear him rip open a condom packet and spit the piece of wrapper onto the ground. I bite my tongue as it takes everything in me to not make a snarky littering remark. He quickly rolls it on and I feel the head of his dick slowly being traced along the crack of my ass. I begin to squirm with excitement. He hisses between his teeth as he slides it between my thighs. I want nothing more than to move my hips just right so he'll slip inside, but I am completely unable to do so. I can only lay here and continue to be tormented as he runs the length of his dick in and out along the delicate folds between my legs.
Just as he presses himself forward with plans of invading me, a static-filled voice comes through his radio. I can't understand what is exchanged between the two, but he quickly pulls away and zips his pants back up.
"Please, I need you inside of me right now," I beg with a shaky voice.
"Sorry. It looks like I've gotta run," he says as he quickly lifts me from the hood, pulling me to a standing position, causing my skirt to fall back into place. I hear the click of his cuff key as he releases my hands. I'm in complete and utter shock. "I've got an important call to assist that I can't ignore, but I'm not quite done with you yet." He turns me around and lifts my chin gently with his finger. I'm trembling, breathing hard, and my heart is pounding, and I'm not quite sure what he means by that. My whole body is shaking with the sudden drop in anticipation. "I'm obviously going to let you off with a warning this time. Make sure to slow it down next time, ma'am." And, with that, he winks and walks me back to my driver's side door. He opens it for me before quickly jogging back to his cruiser. Before I make my way to my seat, I hear his siren scream as he quickly takes off.
"What the fuck just happened?" I ask myself as I run my hand over my sweaty face. I'm dazed and not really sure what to make of anything that just unfolded. I climb into my vehicle, and I'm not sure whether I should laugh or cry. Laugh for acting like a careless teenager and being so risky even though things ending the way they did or cry because I am now so extremely sexually frustrated that I can't even think straight. I'm physically uncomfortable while sitting, but I still have to drive home. My entire pussy is throbbing and my clit is so sensitive it almost hurts.
I squirm in my seat with no relief and let out a huge sigh as I look around outside. There's still no traffic to be seen, and it's getting quite dark. I surrender to doing the one thing I can think of to cure my case of "blue balls" that us women are also capable of getting. I push my seat back as far as it can go and I lift my right foot up to place it on my center console. I reach my fingers between my legs and they are instantly covered with my wetness. My lips are swollen and tender; my clit is a hard, little nub begging for release. I lean my head back and my eyes close as my fingers work their magic. I start with long strokes along my slit before slipping one finger inside. I use the palm of my hand to grind against my clit while I wiggle my finger in just the right place.
Within mere minutes my back is arching and I'm letting out a scream that is amplified by the confined space of my car. My legs tense and shake while my toes curl. My orgasm feels like it's never going to end until I feel a gush flowing out around my finger. I slowly come down from my orgasmic trip and am blanketed with an intense feeling of euphoria. My seat is wet, the back of my skirt is wet, and I even managed to squirt out onto the floor. I reach down on the floor, feel the mess I have made, and shake my head with a laugh. I need a drink.
As soon as I get home, I make my way up to my bedroom so I can strip down and take a hot bath. I fill my tub with water that's almost too hot to tolerate and I let the bubbles lather nice and thick before getting inside. I lay back, close my eyes, and take in the relaxing vanilla scent of my bubbles only to have Max appear in my thoughts. The way he looked at me with primal authority knowing that I would follow each and every demand he gave. Many would see it as him in a position abusing power, but to me it was mesmerizing even though I am not submissive in the least. I can still feel each and every touch of his skin against mine; the way his fingers gripped my hair and my ass cheek still stings. I can't wait to see the mark left behind from that. And the fire between my legs still hasn't gone out even though I made a mess in my car. I'm aching for more. We were so close, but the timing couldn't have been any worse. The poor guy; his cock was as hard as steel and he had no choice but to bolt. I feel a smidge of guilt, but I'm quickly reminded that he brought that all on himself.
I start thinking about how big his cock felt between my thighs and how badly I yearned for him to slip it inside. Every part of me was begging to let him have his way with me right then and there. Where his sudden urge to take me then came from is baffling to me. Why not during any other time he has had me pulled over and had the chance? Has he been thinking of me all this time and finally acted on those thoughts?
After soaking long enough for my water to start getting too cool for my liking, I decide to get out of the tub. I grab my favorite robe; it's dark purple with black lace trim and only covers down to just above my knees. The satin fabric glides over my soft skin as I make my way downstairs. There's a bottle of wine that's been calling my name ever since I came through the door, but I really needed that bath to calm my nerves as much as possible first.
I take my wine into the living room and settle in on the couch. I'm still dealing with massive adrenaline rushes to be tired, but the alcohol is helping me relax a lot quicker than I thought it would. It doesn't take much before my eyelids begin to get heavy as I look through the channels for something to watch. I keep reliving the event every single time I close my eyes and my lady bits begin to flare up once again. I groan as my fingers blindly make their way between my legs. 'Come on, girl. You need your rest,' I think to myself, and I gently rub my tender nub. My legs flinch and I'm convinced there is nothing I will be able to do to calm my libido at all tonight other than actually getting laid.
Moments later I am startled by a loud knock on my door. My eyelids now feel weightless, and my whole body is on alert. I have no idea who would actually be knocking on my door this late at night. I slowly get off the couch and tightly wrap my robe around myself. I peek out through my window, but I don't see any vehicles parked on the street or in my driveway. I go to the door and open it as far as my chain lock will allow. As soon as I peer through the crack, I find myself squinting against a bright light. I can't even see a silhouette of who is standing at my door, but it becomes very clear who it is the instant he speaks.
"Good evening, Miss Kim. I believe we have some unfinished business from earlier," a calm, authoritative voice announces.
"So, officer, you make house calls too?" I ask while hiding as much of my near panic state as I can. He slowly lowers his flashlight and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust.
"Are you going to let me inside?" he asks.
"Don't you need a warrant or something?" I offer as a rebuttal. I close the door enough to unhook the chain lock.
"Technically I do, but I'm off duty and I really need to finish what I started earlier," Max says. "And by the way you looked when I took off you really need to finish what I started, too."
"Aren't you tired of being so domineering all day long?" I ask as I swing the door open for him. I take a step back and he follows me inside. I look up at him and cross my arms which pushes my barely-covered chest out towards him even more. He reaches behind himself and closes the door.
"Yes, I am, and that's why I'm here. I just want to let go and let someone else be in control for once," he says in a quiet, almost shy, tone. What a turn-on it is having this tall, masculine, tattooed officer standing in front of me, spilling such a naughty little detail. He may just be in luck.
"And what kind of control do you wish to give up?" I ask just above a whisper. I step closer to him and grasp his tie between my fingers; slowly running them along the entire length.
"The kind of control that requires a kinky plan with my tie that you're playing with," he says as he traces his fingers along my arm.
"And what do you think makes me assume someone in your position will be able to let go and allow me to take charge? You've never seemed like the type to allow a woman to take control at all."
"You're pretty sassy, and I don't think you'll have a problem taking charge. I remember you from high school; the one who wouldn't take shit from anyone and let people know exactly how you felt. I might be a big guy, but I'm a teddy bear underneath."
"I let everyone know exactly how I felt except you," I say with a shy smile. "I'm not quick to jump into kink with someone, though. I typically allow enough time to get a feel for limits," I say as I trace my fingers along the buttons on his shirt. I don't unfasten any of them, but I can feel his bullet-proof vest underneath.
"I'll be honest; I'm not looking for a serious dynamic right now, I just need a release. I need someone to change roles with me even if it's temporarily here and there. I order people around and have to take charge of every aspect with my job," he says with a pleading look in his eyes. How could I possibly say no to a begging man?
"I'm not new to the world of dominance and submission and I've actually spent many years being a Domme. Your little show of skills on the side of the road was impressive even for someone like me who isn't submissive in the least."
"What can I say? I'm curious to see what it's like on the other side," he says with a blushing smile. "I want to be on the receiving end for once. I'm willing to try most things at least once; twice just to make sure. I'm not saying I want my ass beat; I'm just saying that I'll be your little fuck toy for the evening."
"I like the sound of that," I say as I step even closer to him. My breasts press against him and I reach up to stroke my fingers along his jawline. "I have plenty of softer ways to ease you into it." The height difference causes me to look up quite far to stare into his eyes and there's no way, even on my tip-toes, that I could reach his lips to kiss them. This is definitely an advantage for me though.
"Knees," I instruct. One simple word with just the right tone sends him to the floor. His eyes are nearly level with my nipples which are poking against the thin fabric of my robe. I notice his hungry stare and this heightens my senses. "We are going to go upstairs to my bedroom, but you are going to crawl the entire way, got it?" Even though it's a question, my tone is anything but. I tilt his face to look up at me and his eyes are asking me how he's supposed to respond.
"Yes, ma'am," he whispers. Ma'am will definitely do as I save my actual title for those worthy of using it.
"Let's go, then," I say as I turn to walk towards my staircase and, lucky for him, the stairs are carpeted. I look down as I ascend the steps to watch as he obediently crawls slightly behind me. I may appear calm on the outside, but my mind is spinning with all the events that have taken place today along with all the kinky little gadgets I have yet to introduce and explore with him. Part of me is feeling irresponsible, though. Never have I ever engaged in anything kinky and certainly not within BDSM boundaries with anyone simply on a whim. I've always been a strict rule setter with myself and I can't fathom why the sudden change in responsibility.
We make our way down the hall and I open the door that is located at the very end. Inside is my large, king-size canopy bed with a nightstand to the right. My headboard is both tall and wide and has just the right design to securely restrain someone. The canopy consists of sheer dark purple fabric that is draped over the sides on both ends leaving the center open to the ceiling.
I lead him to the edge of the bed and turn to face him. He sits up on his knees and looks at me with big blue, wondering eyes. I reach my hands out and cup his face in my palms while running my thumb along the bottom edge of his lower lip. He lets out a sigh and I can feel his breath on my thumb. I quickly dive in with my mouth and devour his lips with mine. Finally breaking the ice with intimate contact; what a rush! I feel his fingers tickling up the outsides of my thighs and goosebumps instantly break out across my tingling skin. I pull away and reach out taking the cap off his head and placing it on my own. It's very loose fitting, and the brim is nearly level with my eyes which darkens my features and puts a slightly more dominating appeal to my face.
Without saying a word, I reach down and slowly pull his tie loose. Just before it's fully free I yank it fast and startle him by whipping it against my hand. I blindly toss it on my nightstand as I keep my attention directly on him.
"Take off your duty belt," I instruct. He reaches down and unfastens it, letting it slip to the floor around him. "I'll need those," I say as I point to his handcuffs. "You were a very bad boy earlier. It wasn't nice of you to cuff me and not finish me off. I had to tackle that task by myself on the side of the road of all places."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he says as he looks down showing shame for his actions. Without speaking a word, I snap my fingers and point once again to his handcuffs. He quickly removes them from his belt and passes them up to me. I lay them on my nightstand along with the key and turn my attention back to him with a small, pleased smile. The dominant side of me wants to tie him up, cause him sensual pain, and fuck his body in ways he's never experienced before, yet the other side of me is constantly chanting that this can be nothing more than kinky sex with simple roleplaying. It's going to be extremely hard for me to hold back my true wants and needs with him.
I run my fingers though his hair and watch him close his eyes, leaning into my hand as I trace my fingers over his cheek. I instruct him to unbutton his shirt and he readily obliges by pulling it free from the waistband of his pants. He slowly goes through each button without breaking eye contact with me. Before he can reach up, I step forward and slide the shirt from his shoulders and down his large arms. He lets it slip to the floor revealing his bulletproof vest underneath. He rips the Velcro apart on the vest and the loud, crisp sound nearly startles me. My nipples perk up in reaction to it and my thighs spasm. He slides it off and tosses it aside where his uniform shirt is leaving him with the final layer; a t-shirt which he grabs the bottom hem of and pulls up over his head. I lick my lips as I watch his stomach and chest come into view showing even more tattoos adding to the ones I've already seen on his arms.
"Stand up. I want to see what kind of weapon you're concealing inside those pants of yours," I say with a sexy grin. I turn and sit on the edge of the bed as he stands in front of me. I reach out and unfasten the button as quickly as I can without looking eager; followed by slowly pulling the zipper down. My heart races as I lightly trace his cock blindly through his pants. I didn't get to see it earlier, but the memory of feeling of it sliding between my thighs is still very fresh.
"I'm afraid all I carry is a 9 millimeter," he says as he reaches inside and quickly brandishes his weapon. My eyes widen and I am left speechless for a moment. He certainly has the 9 part correct, anyway.
"That's all?" I ask as soon as I regain my voice.
"Not sure you can handle this caliber?" he asks with an arrogant tone and a matching smile.
"Are you questioning my ability?" A stern tone is used to remind him who is in charge.
"No ma'am." His smile isn't completely gone from his lips, but I find it kind of cute the way he's challenging me.
"Good. I want your pants and boots off and you back down on your knees right here," I instruct as I slowly spread my thighs and point to the floor between my feet. The fabric of my robe slides up revealing tantalizing skin to his feasting eyes, yet I remain modest for the time being. As soon as he's kneeling, I lean forward and push my breasts out towards him but not far enough to where they touch him. His eyes take in the delectable sight of my cleavage; his intense interest shows with the way he licks his lips expressing pure hunger.
"You're going to remove my robe, but you're not allowed to use your hands. I want you to use your teeth," I say as I lean back onto my hands. My long hair falls from my shoulders and hangs down my back. I lean my head back slightly but keep my eyes on him. He leans forward with his face, buries his nose deep within my cleavage, and inhales my scent. I want to squeeze my thighs and feel him press against me but I hold back. Instead, I push my chest out against him and he lightly nibbles my tender, exposed skin. His teeth graze and his tongue wanders along the soft globes that are aching to be freed.
"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to," I instruct and he follows orders. Once his eyes are shut, I open my robe to expose one of my breasts, take his head in my hands, and lead his lips to my nipple. He eagerly sucks it into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue causing us to moan together. Part of me wants to just skip the teasing and get down to business, but the other part of me wants to keep going to see how much he can take.
I pull away and re-cover my chest before telling him to open his eyes. He looks a little sad when he realizes that I have yet to let him see what he just enjoyed feasting on. His begging eyes look up at me, and I run my fingers through his hair.
"The faster you undo my robe, the faster you'll get to see what I'm going to let you have," I taunt, and he quickly gets back to undressing me.
The farther his kisses trail down between my breasts, the more my breathing becomes hitched. Each light touch of his soft lips leaves a tingling sensation behind. As he makes his way to the belt of my robe, he gently pushes the fabric aside so he can keep close contact the entire time. He looks up at me as he grasps one end of the bow between his teeth. He pulls away and the tugging of the belt sends a shiver through me as he backs away enough to pull the entire belt free. My robe falls open but not enough to show him any of my bits and pieces just yet.
Before he gets the chance to make his way back between my legs, I quickly snap my thighs shut like a mousetrap, and he gives me a look of slight eagerness and disappointment both at the same time. I stand up and place my hand on his shoulder as I walk around him. When I get behind his back, I place my other hand on his opposite shoulder and lean my lips down next to his ear.
"On the bed and lie on your stomach," I whisper against his ear. I run the tip of my tongue along the outer edge of his earlobe and I feel him quiver underneath my hands. A small moan escapes from his lips as he leans towards my eager mouth before rising to his feet. When standing tall, my eyes are level with the backs of his wide, sculpted shoulder blades. My eyes flow down his muscular back and fix themselves on that beautiful ass of his. I didn't think it could look any more perfect when I saw him walking back to his cruiser with his uniform pants on, but I have been proven wrong.
I reach out and trace my hands up his arms and over his shoulders as I step forward, press my nose to his skin, and inhale his strong, masculine scent. My eyes close as I rub my cheek over his soft skin and I drag my fingernails down the entire length of his back; hard enough to leave a trail of red marks along the way. His body stiffens and he lets out a moan. I reach around and grasp his throbbing cock with my hand. My fingers glide over the velvety, rigid length and I swipe a drop of precum off the tip. His whole body shudders under my touch and I smile to myself when I feel how he is reacting. He leans his head back and lets out a whisper, "Fuck, you'll easily get me off if you keep that up." There's my clue to stop before he gets to the point of no return.
"Bed," I demand just before giving him a swift smack on the ass. He lets out a small snort and giggles as he steps forward and climbs on top of the mattress. For the few seconds that he's on his hands and knees I can't help but get excited at the delectable sight. 'You're lucky you're a rookie, otherwise you'd be in for a nice little pegging session,' I think to myself. I bite my lip and sigh as I have to let that thought pass.
I climb onto the bed and straddle his backside; nestling my hot, wet sex against his ass, grinding against him. He moves his arms up underneath the pillow, crosses them, and rests his head on top of the pillow. I use a fair amount of pressure as I run my hands from his waist all the way up to his shoulders. He feels tense, but I hope to change that by the time I'm done with him. While I continue to massage his back, I admire the fingermarks I have left on him. I scratch my nails over his skin once again; not directly over the first marks but close. His ass clenches underneath me and I squeeze my thighs tight against his hips. The moan I hear that is muffled by the pillow is like music to my ears, and my entire body breaks out with goosebumps. I can't think of anything that sounds sexier than a man who can't contain his voice because my touch is pushing him to his sexual edge.
I lean down and press my lips on the small of his back. His skin is warm and soft as I place gentle kisses from one side to the other. I taste my way along his spine, and I cover him with tickling flicks made with my tongue. I notice Max shiver when he feels my tongue working its magic. When I reach his shoulder blade, I moan just before I latch onto his skin with my teeth. Not hard enough to hurt him but enough to surprise him and make his squirm beneath me. I continue to kiss and nibble my way over his shoulder, up his neck, and pinch his ear between my teeth. I reach in with my hand and grab a handful of hair; tugging tightly as I press my lips against him to whisper.
"It's time for you to roll over." I quietly reach over and grab the handcuffs off the nightstand before lifting myself off from him enough so he can roll over under me. I look down and his wondering eyes hypnotize me. He's silently canvassing the opening of my robe in hopes of catching a glimpse of what I have inside. All of my bits and pieces are still being kept out of sight but not for much longer.
"Hands above your head," I instruct and he promptly follows orders. I lean forward which causes my chest to rest just above his face. He's still unable to see anything, but he licks his lips with anticipation. I place one of the cuffs around his wrist and fasten it snuggly inside before leading the other cuff behind a bar and fastening it around his other wrist. I give them a tug to make sure he's secure but still allowed some wiggle room. Before sitting upright, I lean down even farther and bury his face deep in my cleavage. I hear him take him a long breath as he relishes the soft yet alluring aroma of my body lotion. He roots around in hopes of my robe falling open farther so he can get a good look at me, but I move away from him just in time. I grind my wetness against the length of his cock as I trace my fingers down the lacy seams on my robe. When I reach the end of the fabric, I run my hands down my thighs, up his stomach, and onto his chest where I come to rest and dig my nails in. I don't scratch him, though. I sit still and let the stinging sensation of my nails linger. He squirms and hisses through his teeth when I press into him even farther. Watching him writhe with pain makes me smile. I sit up straight, finally whip my robe open, and watch him feast his eyes when I slightly bounce my tits as a way of teasing him.
"Feeling vulnerable yet?" I ask as I run my hands over my chest and stopping to roll each stiff nipple between my thumb and finger. "I can do whatever I want to you right now and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Yes, ma'am, I definitely do," he replies with a shaky voice; not out of fear but because he's mesmerized by what he sees and is nearly pushed beyond the edge of self-control. I grind my wet lips against him again and watch his hands clench into fists as he tries to focus on anything other than getting off. If he thinks I'm hard to ignore now, he definitely has a surprise coming for sure.
I lean down and kiss his lips; flicking my tongue to let him know I want more. He opens his mouth and his warm tongue slips out to meet my own. They dance together along with the moans we make for music. He tastes so good I can't wait to taste the rest of him. I move my kisses along his strong jawline and trail them over to his neck. I lick and nibble my way down to his collarbone and listen to his moans intensify as I bite onto his shoulder. His body stiffens and I can feel my pussy getting even wetter with each reaction he has. While I may not be a hardcore sadist, I do enjoy causing enough pain to make someone uncomfortable. My nipples remain hard as the coarse hairs of his chest keep them stimulated and sensitive.
Before kissing my way down his chest, I reach over to the nightstand where his tie is resting. I watch his eyes follow my hand as I pick it up and bring it in front of his face. Rather than reaching around and tying it behind his head to cover his eyes, I put it up to my chest, slowly run it between my breasts, pass it down my stomach, and press it between my thighs. I make sure to wipe it over my wetness to gather as much as I can before stretching it out between my hands as far as I can and, starting at one end, slowly running it across his nose and mouth so he can take in my sweet scent. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply through his nose; he moans and sticks his tongue out as I continue to slide his tie over his mouth.
"You smell and taste so good," he pants at me.
"That's just the beginning," I say with a teasing tone as I finally place the tie over his eyes, reach behind his head, and secure a knot in the fabric. His body tenses for a moment as he adjusts to not being able to see anything. I lean down and begin kissing his chest; I feel it heave with every breath and hitch when I clamp my teeth down on one of his nipples. His moans and hisses get louder the farther down his stomach my kisses travel. Feeling his body flinch with each tickling touch turns me on. His dick slips between my breasts and his hips press up against me to slide in between the tunnel that has formed around him. His skin is soft and hot and I can't wait to get my lips around his cock. My thighs start tingling as I think of how they felt when it slipped between them and how much I needed him inside me then.
I position my legs between his and lean down to taste my way around his lower belly. The trail of hair from his bellybutton to his pubic hair tickles my chin and nose when I make my way around that area. I lift myself up and finally take in the beautiful sight of his cock now that it's right in front of my face. My mouth isn't the only thing watering at the mere sight of it.
I start at the base and place feather-light kisses all the way up the entire length. His masculine scent invades my nose and the salty taste of his skin fills my mouth. His cock flexes under my tongue as I make one long lick up the entire length. I look up and see his chest heaving with heavy breaths as his hands are eager to break free from the cuffs. The blindfold blocks all other distractions and he can do nothing but take in every small detail my touches make. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck as I flick my tongue lightly along the small slit. Moans, air hissing between his teeth, his feet rustling against the blanket beneath us; all sounds I listen to as I slide my mouth down his shaft as far as I can. I cup his balls with my hands and squeeze them firmly before slowly tracing my finger towards the crack of his ass. He squeezes his backside which causes him to thrust up farther into my mouth. I withdraw him from my mouth but keep my finger still; nestled between his cheeks and lightly tickling his ass.
"You're a little tense. Have you never indulged in any kind of ass play before?" I ask in a seductive voice.
"No, I haven't. I'm a bit of a novice when it comes to kinky things being done to me," he says as he keeps my finger tightly clenched where it is.
"Well, I think it's time to mark this one off your list," I say as I wiggle my finger one last time before climbing back up to straddle his waist. I reach down and pull the tie free from his eyes and watch as he blinks to adjust them to the dim lighting. He looks up at me with a concerned look on his face. "Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you," I say with a giggle.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"It's a surprise," I wink and reach over to the nightstand where I pull the drawer open and reach inside. I lift out a small, vibrating butt plug; the smallest one amongst a collection of many ranging in several different sizes.
"Shouldn't I have some sort of safe word or something?" he asks, letting detectable nervousness come through his voice. I can't tell how much of his tone is sarcasm and how much is actually truth.
"A simple stop is all I need to hear. I'm not pushing your limits tonight; it's a little too soon to be playing that intense," I assure him as I reach back into the drawer and bring out a couple of condoms and a small tube of lubricant. I can feel the anxiety radiate off from him as I open the tube and squeeze some onto my fingers. I place my knees between his thighs again as I spread the goo around my fingers. "Knees to chest, officer. Surely you heard that during police academy," I say with a sly smile. He lets out a chuckle as he lifts his knees upwards. Is he blushing? Have I finally managed to break through his tough guy image?
His whole body flinches when I run my fingers over that sweet spot of his. I'd love to claim his ass right here and now but it's not the right time for that. With each swipe I make, he tenses and I'm secretly getting off on watching him squirm. I lightly press my finger against him and, to my surprise, the tip slides in with ease. He loudly gasps and his ass clenches my finger as soon as he realizes what I have done. I look up and see that his head is back, his eyes are closed, and he's holding his breath.
"Breathe," I reassure him. "Relax and this will be a lot easier." He opens his eyes and looks down at me. I watch his chest heave as he takes a deep breath and his body relaxes beneath me.
"Sorry, ma'am, I've never had a woman attempt to stick her finger in my ass before," he laughs. "My fear is psychological."
"I'll be gentle; I promise." I wiggle my finger and wait to see how his body reacts. With no resistance, I lock his eyes with mine as I slowly slide it in even farther. I keep his gaze until I'm all the way inside. "There. Was that just terrible?" I ask with a sarcastic smile.
"I'm pretty sure my life flashed before my eyes." His sarcasm and humor is what I like so much about him. I slowly thrust my finger in and out a few times and listen to him moan before I surprise him with a second finger. Rather than resist, he starts thrusting his hips along with my fingers and takes them both in easily.
"Fuck," he whispers as I hear the handcuffs rattling against the headboard. His hands must be tingling by now but he hasn't complained.
While I'm working on loosening him up with my fingers, I use my free hand to grab the condom and rip it open with my teeth. I remove it from the packet, roll it onto the plug I had picked out, and squeeze some lube onto the toy. As soon as I withdraw my fingers, I line it up and lightly press it into him. He remembers to keep breathing as I feel him clenching down on the toy. He relaxes and his ass swallows the plug clear up to its base so quickly that we both jolt; him out of pleasure and me out of shock as to how easily it slid into place. His hips slowly gyrate and he takes in the fullness he feels. I notice a bead of precum forming on the tip of his cock and, since I can't waste that delectable little morsel, I lean down and gently lick it off with just the tip of my tongue. I feel and taste the slickness as I roll my tongue around the head of his dick; savoring it as long as I can before I swallow it away. I reach down and press a small button on the plug and I hear the quiet hum as it starts to vibrate. He gasps and his toes curl.
"Oh my god, that feels amazing," he exhales at me. I press the button two more times and watch him express pure ecstasy throughout his entire body. I reach over and wipe my hands on my blanket before grabbing the other condom. I open it and slowly roll it onto his throbbing dick.
"Careful, my weapon seems to have gone into a hair trigger setting," he says as he squirms. I shake my head and laugh as I straddle his hips again.
"If I let your hands go, can you control yourself?" I ask as I trace my hands up his chest. I pinch his nipples just as he squeaks out a yes for an answer. I grab the keys and unlock the cuffs. He slowly pulls his hands free and shakes the feeling back into them. Before he's able to bring his hands down in front of him, I grab them and pin them down above his head where I rub his fingers to help soothe the tingling feeling. I place a light kiss on his lips before sitting upright again. His eyes watch as I remove my robe and toss it on the floor. His eyes study my body as he finally brings his hands back down to a more comfortable position.
"I never would have guessed that not being able to touch you would be so hard," he whispers.
"All you have to do is ask nicely," I say as I run my hands over my breasts.
"May I please touch you, ma'am?"
Rather than verbally answer, I reach down and take hold of his hands. I bring them up to my chest and place his large hands on my breasts. He squeezes and kneads them and I close my eyes only to think about him standing behind me on the side of the road; reaching around to search inside my bra. The stern tone of his voice; the intimidation I felt. Now he's completely opposite; quiet and meek. I look down at him, maneuver my hips just right, and slide myself down his cock ever so slowly. I underestimated his size as I feel the sensual stretching and fullness that I haven't felt in a long time. As I settle all the way to the base of his cock, I can feel his pulse and the heat of the monster that fills me to the brim. As I begin a rhythm, he thrusts his hips up and slams that last couple of inches inside me causing me to gasp and my toes to curl. He wraps his arms around me, pulls me down, and holds me tight against him. I quickly lose myself in his kisses; tasting him, hearing him moan, and feeling his tongue against my own. I get a shiver as he runs his hands down my back, grabbing my hips and rocking them against his. My lady bits never got the chance to simmer down since earlier today and it doesn't take much to make me near my peak. My entire body stiffens and when he feels it, he holds me even closer to him so I can't arch away. Pressing himself into me as far as he can causes me to feel the vibrations of the plug in his ass. Not only is his dick vibrating but I can feel them in his pubic bone as well; each one teasing and taunting my sensitive areas.
"Tell me how good it finally feels to fuck me," he whispers in my ear. The tickling sensation from his breath causes me to lose it. My body shudders within his tight grip and I let out a scream of erotic release. One hand finds his hair where I grab a handful and tighten my grip on it. He moans and arches himself into me. My skin is wet and my breath keeps running from me no matter how hard I try to catch it. My whole body is sensitive to every little touch I feel between us; his hands on my back, his breath on my neck, his cock buried deep inside me as my pussy spasms around it. My clit is screaming in pleasurable agony with every little movement we make together.
As soon as his grip loosens, I lift my upper body from his and finally catch a breath of cool, fresh air. I bring my knees up and place my feet under me so I'm squatting on him with his member still inside of me. He looks at me with a puzzling glance and watches as I lift myself up along his dick. His eyes fall and he watches me slide up and down his length over and over. This position puts everything out in the open and he can watch every move I make. If he has never had any sort of ass play, he's in for a real shock when he experiences his first orgasm paired with anal stimulation.
"Now you tell me how good it feels to finally surrender to a woman," I say as I watch his facial expressions slowly changing. He's having a hard time keeping his eyes open and looks like he's fighting his orgasm with everything he's got. "Come on, you know you want to let go," I pant at him as I ride him even harder.
His mouth falls open and he lets out a long, loud yell as he loses the battle and has no other choice but to succumb to pure bliss. His head is thrown back and his eyes and squeezed shut while his body tenses and his legs squirm as though it's never going to end. I can feel his cock flexing and pumping inside of me and I wish he were truly filling me with his cum rather than the condom but that kind of trust will have to wait for another time.
When his body finally relaxes, he opens his eyes, looks at me with disbelief, and runs his hand over his face to wipe the sweat from it. I reach behind me and struggle but manage to push the power button on his plug and gently give it a tug. I toss it on the floor when I realize I had forgotten to grab a towel. I'll worry about that later. I reach down, take his face in my hands, and kiss him hard. I can feel his pulse in his lips and his body quivers as he comes down from his orgasmic high.
"It looks like we have an officer down. Should I call for backup?" I giggle as I press my forehead against his.
"I'm spent and a little embarrassed that I didn't last longer," he says with a flush in his cheeks. "But that was incredible and I couldn't help it. Letting go and not having to think about anything but you was amazing."
"You know, if this is what my punishment is for speeding, I'm really not sorry and chances are I'll do it again," I say while straining to keep a straight face.
"I would love to pull you over again, Miss Kimberly." I'm melting inside as I run my fingers down his cheek.
I slowly roll off from him and nestle myself into his side. His big arm wraps around me and holds me close as my head rises and falls with each rapid breath he takes. The sound of his heartbeat is comforting to me. I trace my fingers through his chest hair and close my eyes as I take in the masculine smell of sex and sweat that he is giving off. We're both sticky and wet but too exhausted to move.
"I need to get up but I can't," he says as he gingerly slides the condom off his spent dick making sure not to spill anything in the process.
"There's a trashcan right next to the bed," I say with a sleepy voice just before a yawn slips out. I glance at the clock across the room and notice that it's almost 1am. Time managed to slip away while I was occupied with my guest. "What time do you have to work tomorrow? Or should I say today?"
"I don't. I'm off until Tuesday. We work 10-hour shifts for 4 days and then get 3 days off," he answers. "I can get going if you need me to. I don't want to keep you up late if you have to get up early."
"I don't have to work until Monday. I'd really like it if you'd stay," I say as I look up into his eyes. It's been a long time since I've had a man in my bed for more than the occasional romping. I'm not saying I get around but my relationships aren't what I'd call serious and long term by any means. Mostly the friends with benefits type, I suppose.
"I'd like that," he says as he gently runs his finger along my jawline. I'm not only lost in those eyes of his, but the touch of his feather-light finger is helping me wander off even farther than I thought possible. "Can I ask you something? It's sort of an odd question though."
"Sure, I don't mind," I reply. An odd question definitely has me curious as to what it could be.
"Are you always the dominant type in the bedroom?"
"That's not an odd question at all. I'm pretty dominant in every aspect of my life. The bedroom part kind of comes naturally. I've been openly dominating men for quite a few years now though and it's pretty much the only kind of relationships I've been having, come to think of it."
"Do you miss being able to let go? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm blown away by what I just experienced and that was probably mild compared to what you normally do, but do you ever crave switching things up a bit?" he asks.
"I don't crave being submissive because that's just simply not who I am but I have experienced a lot of sexual trauma in my life that..." I say and I immediately feel his body stiffen in defense under me. His look has gone from soft to wanting to interrogate me so he can kick someone's ass. "No, I'm not going to talk about that." I finish in a stern voice and his body relaxes a bit.
"I respect that," he says and his expression softens again.
"Anyway, that trauma has had a huge effect on the way things are for me. I'll admit there are times that I want romance. Cuddles and kisses; flowers and candy types of things, but because of what I've been through, it will take someone very special to get me to crave things like that. Being anything but dominating makes me feel weak and I need to really fall hard for something to bring that out in me."
"I understand that. For me to let go and allow a woman, you, to have me completely was a huge step and knowing how you are from growing up together, I knew you'd be the one to let me do that. I've wanted you for a long time; I just never had the balls to say anything."
"But we only had kinky sex with very little dominance on my part," I say with a lot of curiosity. What we did was indeed kinky but had little to do with power exchange. At least I thought so; maybe I'm just so used to it that I'm forgetting what it feels like for a first-timer.
"You took it very easy on me even though I gave myself up completely. I trusted you and you proved that you wouldn't get carried away. I like that about you."
"Can I trust you to not try any dominant moves on me? Even the idea of being a switch is out of the question. For some reason, men tend to think the reason I dominate is because I, "haven't met the right man to make me submit to them," and that's simply not true," I ask as I lightly nibble his skin to remind him that I mean what I say.
"Were you bothered by what I did to you on the side of the road earlier?" he asks with concern showing in his voice.
"No, and I'll even admit that I liked most of it, but you not knowing then what you know now is what made that thrilling. Letting you do those things to me was a real treat since it has never happened before."
"I think it's time I charm you with my hopeless romantic side then if I may?" he asks as he rolls himself over on top of me. His weight presses me into the mattress as I reach my arms around him. I feel a strange sense of wanting to let go and lose myself with him emotionally. Rarely do I ever feel this. Sex has been strictly a physical act for way too long. His mouth is on mine and tasting him makes me crave his entire body all over again. I'm tense and struggling like a skydiver nervous to take that first step out of the plane when all I really want to do is free-fall with him. His mouth wanders down to my neck and I feel a tingling sensation all the way to my toes. My pelvis feels like it is on fire as he grinds himself against me. He hasn't completely rebounded yet but his dick is firm enough to slide against my clit.
"I want you again, please," slips between my lips before I get the chance to catch myself. I'm never the one to end up begging but I can't fight my urges any longer.
"Patience, Miss Kimberly," he mumbles against the sensitive skin on my neck. Goosebumps break out on my chest as I feel his breath panting on me. His hot lips leave a wet trail down to my breast and I feel the guarded wall I'd built around me starting to crumble. I find myself sexually surrendering to his sensual touches. His hands trail down my sides and I shiver from the tickling feeling. His teeth clamp down on my breast and my back arches up from the mattress. I feel so helpless while pinned under his large frame but I find myself liking it. Passiveness has never been a quality I've possessed in the past but I find myself extremely curious and quickly absorbing all the attention he is giving me.
I lean down and kiss his lips; flicking my tongue to let him know I want more. He opens his mouth and his warm tongue slips out to meet my own. They dance together along with the moans we make for music. He tastes so good I can't wait to taste the rest of him. I move my kisses along his strong jawline and trail them over to his neck. I lick and nibble my way down to his collarbone and listen to his moans intensify as I bite onto his shoulder. His body stiffens and I can feel my pussy getting even wetter with each reaction he has. While I may not be a hardcore sadist, I do enjoy causing enough pain to make someone uncomfortable. My nipples remain hard as the coarse hairs of his chest keep them stimulated and sensitive.
Before kissing my way down his chest, I reach over to the nightstand where his tie is resting. I watch his eyes follow my hand as I pick it up and bring it in front of his face. Rather than reaching around and tying it behind his head to cover his eyes, I put it up to my chest, slowly run it between my breasts, pass it down my stomach, and press it between my thighs. I make sure to wipe it over my wetness to gather as much as I can before stretching it out between my hands as far as I can and, starting at one end, slowly running it across his nose and mouth so he can take in my sweet scent. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply through his nose; he moans and sticks his tongue out as I continue to slide his tie over his mouth.
"You smell and taste so good," he pants at me.
"That's just the beginning," I say with a teasing tone as I finally place the tie over his eyes, reach behind his head, and secure a knot in the fabric. His body tenses for a moment as he adjusts to not being able to see anything. I lean down and begin kissing his chest; I feel it heave with every breath and hitch when I clamp my teeth down on one of his nipples. His moans and hisses get louder the farther down his stomach my kisses travel. Feeling his body flinch with each tickling touch turns me on. His dick slips between my breasts and his hips press up against me to slide in between the tunnel that has formed around him. His skin is soft and hot and I can't wait to get my lips around his cock. My thighs start tingling as I think of how they felt when it slipped between them and how much I needed him inside me then.
I position my legs between his and lean down to taste my way around his lower belly. The trail of hair from his bellybutton to his pubic hair tickles my chin and nose when I make my way around that area. I lift myself up and finally take in the beautiful sight of his cock now that it's right in front of my face. My mouth isn't the only thing watering at the mere sight of it.
I start at the base and place feather-light kisses all the way up the entire length. His masculine scent invades my nose and the salty taste of his skin fills my mouth. His cock flexes under my tongue as I make one long lick up the entire length. I look up and see his chest heaving with heavy breaths as his hands are eager to break free from the cuffs. The blindfold blocks all other distractions and he can do nothing but take in every small detail my touches make. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck as I flick my tongue lightly along the small slit. Moans, air hissing between his teeth, his feet rustling against the blanket beneath us; all sounds I listen to as I slide my mouth down his shaft as far as I can. I cup his balls with my hands and squeeze them firmly before slowly tracing my finger towards the crack of his ass. He squeezes his backside which causes him to thrust up farther into my mouth. I withdraw him from my mouth but keep my finger still; nestled between his cheeks and lightly tickling his ass.
"You're a little tense. Have you never indulged in any kind of ass play before?" I ask in a seductive voice.
"No, I haven't. I'm a bit of a novice when it comes to kinky things being done to me," he says as he keeps my finger tightly clenched where it is.
"Well, I think it's time to mark this one off your list," I say as I wiggle my finger one last time before climbing back up to straddle his waist. I reach down and pull the tie free from his eyes and watch as he blinks to adjust them to the dim lighting. He looks up at me with a concerned look on his face. "Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you," I say with a giggle.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"It's a surprise," I wink and reach over to the nightstand where I pull the drawer open and reach inside. I lift out a small, vibrating butt plug; the smallest one amongst a collection of many ranging in several different sizes.
"Shouldn't I have some sort of safe word or something?" he asks, letting detectable nervousness come through his voice. I can't tell how much of his tone is sarcasm and how much is actually truth.
"A simple stop is all I need to hear. I'm not pushing your limits tonight; it's a little too soon to be playing that intense," I assure him as I reach back into the drawer and bring out a couple of condoms and a small tube of lubricant. I can feel the anxiety radiate off from him as I open the tube and squeeze some onto my fingers. I place my knees between his thighs again as I spread the goo around my fingers. "Knees to chest, officer. Surely you heard that during police academy," I say with a sly smile. He lets out a chuckle as he lifts his knees upwards. Is he blushing? Have I finally managed to break through his tough guy image?
His whole body flinches when I run my fingers over that sweet spot of his. I'd love to claim his ass right here and now but it's not the right time for that. With each swipe I make, he tenses and I'm secretly getting off on watching him squirm. I lightly press my finger against him and, to my surprise, the tip slides in with ease. He loudly gasps and his ass clenches my finger as soon as he realizes what I have done. I look up and see that his head is back, his eyes are closed, and he's holding his breath.
"Breathe," I reassure him. "Relax and this will be a lot easier." He opens his eyes and looks down at me. I watch his chest heave as he takes a deep breath and his body relaxes beneath me.
"Sorry, ma'am, I've never had a woman attempt to stick her finger in my ass before," he laughs. "My fear is psychological."
"I'll be gentle; I promise." I wiggle my finger and wait to see how his body reacts. With no resistance, I lock his eyes with mine as I slowly slide it in even farther. I keep his gaze until I'm all the way inside. "There. Was that just terrible?" I ask with a sarcastic smile.
"I'm pretty sure my life flashed before my eyes." His sarcasm and humor is what I like so much about him. I slowly thrust my finger in and out a few times and listen to him moan before I surprise him with a second finger. Rather than resist, he starts thrusting his hips along with my fingers and takes them both in easily.
"Fuck," he whispers as I hear the handcuffs rattling against the headboard. His hands must be tingling by now but he hasn't complained.
While I'm working on loosening him up with my fingers, I use my free hand to grab the condom and rip it open with my teeth. I remove it from the packet, roll it onto the plug I had picked out, and squeeze some lube onto the toy. As soon as I withdraw my fingers, I line it up and lightly press it into him. He remembers to keep breathing as I feel him clenching down on the toy. He relaxes and his ass swallows the plug clear up to its base so quickly that we both jolt; him out of pleasure and me out of shock as to how easily it slid into place. His hips slowly gyrate and he takes in the fullness he feels. I notice a bead of precum forming on the tip of his cock and, since I can't waste that delectable little morsel, I lean down and gently lick it off with just the tip of my tongue. I feel and taste the slickness as I roll my tongue around the head of his dick; savoring it as long as I can before I swallow it away. I reach down and press a small button on the plug and I hear the quiet hum as it starts to vibrate. He gasps and his toes curl.
"Oh my god, that feels amazing," he exhales at me. I press the button two more times and watch him express pure ecstasy throughout his entire body. I reach over and wipe my hands on my blanket before grabbing the other condom. I open it and slowly roll it onto his throbbing dick.
"Careful, my weapon seems to have gone into a hair trigger setting," he says as he squirms. I shake my head and laugh as I straddle his hips again.
"If I let your hands go, can you control yourself?" I ask as I trace my hands up his chest. I pinch his nipples just as he squeaks out a yes for an answer. I grab the keys and unlock the cuffs. He slowly pulls his hands free and shakes the feeling back into them. Before he's able to bring his hands down in front of him, I grab them and pin them down above his head where I rub his fingers to help soothe the tingling feeling. I place a light kiss on his lips before sitting upright again. His eyes watch as I remove my robe and toss it on the floor. His eyes study my body as he finally brings his hands back down to a more comfortable position.
"I never would have guessed that not being able to touch you would be so hard," he whispers.
"All you have to do is ask nicely," I say as I run my hands over my breasts.
"May I please touch you, ma'am?"
Rather than verbally answer, I reach down and take hold of his hands. I bring them up to my chest and place his large hands on my breasts. He squeezes and kneads them and I close my eyes only to think about him standing behind me on the side of the road; reaching around to search inside my bra. The stern tone of his voice; the intimidation I felt. Now he's completely opposite; quiet and meek. I look down at him, maneuver my hips just right, and slide myself down his cock ever so slowly. I underestimated his size as I feel the sensual stretching and fullness that I haven't felt in a long time. As I settle all the way to the base of his cock, I can feel his pulse and the heat of the monster that fills me to the brim. As I begin a rhythm, he thrusts his hips up and slams that last couple of inches inside me causing me to gasp and my toes to curl. He wraps his arms around me, pulls me down, and holds me tight against him. I quickly lose myself in his kisses; tasting him, hearing him moan, and feeling his tongue against my own. I get a shiver as he runs his hands down my back, grabbing my hips and rocking them against his. My lady bits never got the chance to simmer down since earlier today and it doesn't take much to make me near my peak. My entire body stiffens and when he feels it, he holds me even closer to him so I can't arch away. Pressing himself into me as far as he can causes me to feel the vibrations of the plug in his ass. Not only is his dick vibrating but I can feel them in his pubic bone as well; each one teasing and taunting my sensitive areas.
"Tell me how good it finally feels to fuck me," he whispers in my ear. The tickling sensation from his breath causes me to lose it. My body shudders within his tight grip and I let out a scream of erotic release. One hand finds his hair where I grab a handful and tighten my grip on it. He moans and arches himself into me. My skin is wet and my breath keeps running from me no matter how hard I try to catch it. My whole body is sensitive to every little touch I feel between us; his hands on my back, his breath on my neck, his cock buried deep inside me as my pussy spasms around it. My clit is screaming in pleasurable agony with every little movement we make together.
As soon as his grip loosens, I lift my upper body from his and finally catch a breath of cool, fresh air. I bring my knees up and place my feet under me so I'm squatting on him with his member still inside of me. He looks at me with a puzzling glance and watches as I lift myself up along his dick. His eyes fall and he watches me slide up and down his length over and over. This position puts everything out in the open and he can watch every move I make. If he has never had any sort of ass play, he's in for a real shock when he experiences his first orgasm paired with anal stimulation.
"Now you tell me how good it feels to finally surrender to a woman," I say as I watch his facial expressions slowly changing. He's having a hard time keeping his eyes open and looks like he's fighting his orgasm with everything he's got. "Come on, you know you want to let go," I pant at him as I ride him even harder.
His mouth falls open and he lets out a long, loud yell as he loses the battle and has no other choice but to succumb to pure bliss. His head is thrown back and his eyes and squeezed shut while his body tenses and his legs squirm as though it's never going to end. I can feel his cock flexing and pumping inside of me and I wish he were truly filling me with his cum rather than the condom but that kind of trust will have to wait for another time.
When his body finally relaxes, he opens his eyes, looks at me with disbelief, and runs his hand over his face to wipe the sweat from it. I reach behind me and struggle but manage to push the power button on his plug and gently give it a tug. I toss it on the floor when I realize I had forgotten to grab a towel. I'll worry about that later. I reach down, take his face in my hands, and kiss him hard. I can feel his pulse in his lips and his body quivers as he comes down from his orgasmic high.
"It looks like we have an officer down. Should I call for backup?" I giggle as I press my forehead against his.
"I'm spent and a little embarrassed that I didn't last longer," he says with a flush in his cheeks. "But that was incredible and I couldn't help it. Letting go and not having to think about anything but you was amazing."
"You know, if this is what my punishment is for speeding, I'm really not sorry and chances are I'll do it again," I say while straining to keep a straight face.
"I would love to pull you over again, Miss Kimberly." I'm melting inside as I run my fingers down his cheek.
I slowly roll off from him and nestle myself into his side. His big arm wraps around me and holds me close as my head rises and falls with each rapid breath he takes. The sound of his heartbeat is comforting to me. I trace my fingers through his chest hair and close my eyes as I take in the masculine smell of sex and sweat that he is giving off. We're both sticky and wet but too exhausted to move.
"I need to get up but I can't," he says as he gingerly slides the condom off his spent dick making sure not to spill anything in the process.
"There's a trashcan right next to the bed," I say with a sleepy voice just before a yawn slips out. I glance at the clock across the room and notice that it's almost 1am. Time managed to slip away while I was occupied with my guest. "What time do you have to work tomorrow? Or should I say today?"
"I don't. I'm off until Tuesday. We work 10-hour shifts for 4 days and then get 3 days off," he answers. "I can get going if you need me to. I don't want to keep you up late if you have to get up early."
"I don't have to work until Monday. I'd really like it if you'd stay," I say as I look up into his eyes. It's been a long time since I've had a man in my bed for more than the occasional romping. I'm not saying I get around but my relationships aren't what I'd call serious and long term by any means. Mostly the friends with benefits type, I suppose.
"I'd like that," he says as he gently runs his finger along my jawline. I'm not only lost in those eyes of his, but the touch of his feather-light finger is helping me wander off even farther than I thought possible. "Can I ask you something? It's sort of an odd question though."
"Sure, I don't mind," I reply. An odd question definitely has me curious as to what it could be.
"Are you always the dominant type in the bedroom?"
"That's not an odd question at all. I'm pretty dominant in every aspect of my life. The bedroom part kind of comes naturally. I've been openly dominating men for quite a few years now though and it's pretty much the only kind of relationships I've been having, come to think of it."
"Do you miss being able to let go? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm blown away by what I just experienced and that was probably mild compared to what you normally do, but do you ever crave switching things up a bit?" he asks.
"I don't crave being submissive because that's just simply not who I am but I have experienced a lot of sexual trauma in my life that..." I say and I immediately feel his body stiffen in defense under me. His look has gone from soft to wanting to interrogate me so he can kick someone's ass. "No, I'm not going to talk about that." I finish in a stern voice and his body relaxes a bit.
"I respect that," he says and his expression softens again.
"Anyway, that trauma has had a huge effect on the way things are for me. I'll admit there are times that I want romance. Cuddles and kisses; flowers and candy types of things, but because of what I've been through, it will take someone very special to get me to crave things like that. Being anything but dominating makes me feel weak and I need to really fall hard for something to bring that out in me."
"I understand that. For me to let go and allow a woman, you, to have me completely was a huge step and knowing how you are from growing up together, I knew you'd be the one to let me do that. I've wanted you for a long time; I just never had the balls to say anything."
"But we only had kinky sex with very little dominance on my part," I say with a lot of curiosity. What we did was indeed kinky but had little to do with power exchange. At least I thought so; maybe I'm just so used to it that I'm forgetting what it feels like for a first-timer.
"You took it very easy on me even though I gave myself up completely. I trusted you and you proved that you wouldn't get carried away. I like that about you."
"Can I trust you to not try any dominant moves on me? Even the idea of being a switch is out of the question. For some reason, men tend to think the reason I dominate is because I, "haven't met the right man to make me submit to them," and that's simply not true," I ask as I lightly nibble his skin to remind him that I mean what I say.
"Were you bothered by what I did to you on the side of the road earlier?" he asks with concern showing in his voice.
"No, and I'll even admit that I liked most of it, but you not knowing then what you know now is what made that thrilling. Letting you do those things to me was a real treat since it has never happened before."
"I think it's time I charm you with my hopeless romantic side then if I may?" he asks as he rolls himself over on top of me. His weight presses me into the mattress as I reach my arms around him. I feel a strange sense of wanting to let go and lose myself with him emotionally. Rarely do I ever feel this. Sex has been strictly a physical act for way too long. His mouth is on mine and tasting him makes me crave his entire body all over again. I'm tense and struggling like a skydiver nervous to take that first step out of the plane when all I really want to do is free-fall with him. His mouth wanders down to my neck and I feel a tingling sensation all the way to my toes. My pelvis feels like it is on fire as he grinds himself against me. He hasn't completely rebounded yet but his dick is firm enough to slide against my clit.
"I want you again, please," slips between my lips before I get the chance to catch myself. I'm never the one to end up begging but I can't fight my urges any longer.
"Patience, Miss Kimberly," he mumbles against the sensitive skin on my neck. Goosebumps break out on my chest as I feel his breath panting on me. His hot lips leave a wet trail down to my breast and I feel the guarded wall I'd built around me starting to crumble. I find myself sexually surrendering to his sensual touches. His hands trail down my sides and I shiver from the tickling feeling. His teeth clamp down on my breast and my back arches up from the mattress. I feel so helpless while pinned under his large frame but I find myself liking it. Passiveness has never been a quality I've possessed in the past but I find myself extremely curious and quickly absorbing all the attention he is giving me.
