2 comments/ 27922 views/ 0 favorites The Arrest By: Kara J It was a sunny June afternoon. I was breezing down the highway in my car. The top was down, the radio was playing classic rock music. It was a hot summer day, so I was wearing shorts and a low-cut tank top. So there I was flying down the highway, not a care in the world, the wind blowing my hair when I see lights and hear sirens. "SHIT!" I pull the car over to the side of the road and start rummaging around in my glove compartment looking for all the crap he'll want. "This is my 5th ticket this year." I thought to my self, "I've got to get my way out of this one!!" A very nice looking police officer staggered up to my car. The definition of his muscles could be seen through his shirt. One hand rested on his gun as he said, "Ma'am, you know how fast you were going?" "Well, no officer, but I'm sure you had a good reason for pulling me over" I said as I pulled my shades down to the tip of my nose and bend over the door to show him my large amount of cleavage. He tries to remain professional as his eyes trail down to my large bust. "UGGGUM..." He clears his throat. "Can I have your license, registration, and proof of insurance please, Ma'am?" I hand him the information he requested as I throw him an innocent smile. He walks back to his car glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. I sat waiting for him for what seemed like forever. I fixed my lipstick and my hair. I pulled my shirt down just a little bit more. I needed to get out of this ticket!! He started walking back towards the car. He came up to my door and with his hand again perched on his gun he said, "Ma'am please step out of the vehicle!!" "What, what did I do... I was just speeding?!" "Ma'am please put your hands on your head and step out of the vehicle!" I couldn't imagine what was going on, all this for a speeding ticket, there must have been some mistake. Nonetheless, I was going to comply with the man with a gun!" So I put my hands on my head, opened the door and got out. He grabbed my arm quite firmly and led me to the hood of his car. He put my hands down on the hood and spread my legs with his. He started frisking me as he said, "Ma'am there was a warrant for your arrest so I am placing you under arrest." He started reading me my rights. "Warrant, what for? I haven't done anything but speed, there is some mistake!!" "Ma'am I am really sorry to have to do this, but the records I show tell me you have a warrant, Your going to have to come with me and we can sort it out at the station." He ran his hands down my chest and back and then down each leg. He then cuffed my hands behind my back. "Is that ok? Is it too tight?" "No..." I said as tears began streaming down my face. "Ma'am please don't cry, this is just routine, I'm sure everything will get worked out, But I have to do this." He grabbed my arm and led me to the back of his patrol car. I got in and we headed for the police station. On the way there he started asking me questions about myself. Questions that someone might ask on a date. I kind of got the feeling that he was interested in me and he was actually bummed that he had to arrest me. After about 10 minutes we got to the police station. He led me into the building and sat me at a chair next to his desk. They did the whole finger printing and pictures and all that. He uncuffed me, handed me some scrubs and told me to go change in to them and bring out my clothes. So I did. Then he led me to a jail cell and set down nest to me on a cot. "I am going to go see if I can figure out what's going on about this warrant thing, but you'll have to stay here until we figure it out." I watched him walk away. He glanced back and gave me a reassuring smile. I waited and waited, every time someone came down the hall I thought it was him. Finally after about 3 hours of waiting I saw him coming down the hall. He opened the jail cell and said, "Kara, I have some good news, We ran your prints and they didn't match with the ones on the warrant, turns out we were looking for a Cara with a C. I am really, really sorry for all this. I'd like to make it up to you though, if you'd let me?! How about I take you out to dinner after my shift??" I let out a huge breath of relief and said. "actually, I'd love to! And to be honest I sort of enjoyed the whole thing!" I said as I bowed my head in embarrassment. He lifted my chin and right there gave me a deep, passionate kiss, it lasted for minutes. "I'm sorry, I have been wanting to do that since the minute I saw you!!" "That's ok, so have I!!" To Be Continued... The Arresting Officer It is a stiflingly hot, humid night. It is the kind of night that feels like there a hot damp towel stuck against your face. Each breath is strained and difficult. The humidity is so suffocating. It was definitely not the kind of night that you want your air conditioning to stop working and that is exactly what happened to me. I lay here in the nude on my wonderful black wrought iron post bed. The heat is almost intolerable. A fan placed by the bed blows only more hot air onto me. I inhale sharply as I lay an ice cube from my Cape Cod onto my flat, smooth tummy. I let out a stifled giggle as the ice cube slowly melts, dripping cold water down my sides and between my legs. I watch each droplet roll off of my soft flesh. And here I lay on a Friday night, no air conditioning, nowhere to go and if there had been anywhere to go it was too fucking hot to put on clothes. So, I just stay here and let my mind wonder with my hand between my thighs mindlessly stroking. I think of my job and wonder what they think of me. Do they even perceive my existence? I am probably like the fax machines or the computers; I go unnoticed as long as I work fine. I wonder if they can see what lies behind these wire-rimmed glasses, the demurely tucked up hair, and the conservative work clothes. Do they think I go home to my five cats and watch the Lifetime channel all night? I laugh as I realize that they probably have no clue about me or the freaky things I do, can do, or will do. It's more fun being that way, I have found. I want to clear up two things right now before I go any further into my confession. One is that despite what I may sound like to you, I am not a slut. (If you are living in the 18th century, I may be a slut.) I have only had sex with three men. No threesome, no voyeurs just the wild drug of intimacy and physical invasions. I have cared to some degree about all the men I've been with and still keep in touch regularly with one, Ian, and occasionally we still have sex. I have done some really kinky things with the men I have been with especially with Ian. Ian turned me on to all that crazy shit when I was a freshman in college. (Yeah, I was a virgin until I was eighteen. Does that shock you? See, I told you I wasn't a slut, just a nymphomaniac.) You name it; I've probably tried it and enjoyed it. Bondage, spanking, role-playing, sex toys, swings, sex in public places, anal sex, oral sex, pretend rape (on both sides) pictures, filming. Once I share the mind-blowing experience that sex is why not release everything to it? The other thing is that (I can say this with no conceit. It is mere honesty) I am an attractive twenty-one year old woman with an awesome 34D-26-33 figure. I can look at myself lying here in the nude and like what is here. My olive tanned body is smoothly toned with all the yoga I put myself through four times a week. I look down at my breasts and notice that they hang high with delicately sensitive rose-colored nipples. My eyes wonder to my flat tummy with the small silver ring in my navel. I look to where my hand lies between my legs. I rub a cool finger slowly around the lips of my completely shaved pussy. I can feel my clit harden and tingle each time my finger goes by. I hear the hard rap on my front door waking me from my erotic reverie. I sigh as I sit up. I hate it when people interrupt these fantasies. I think about ignoring it, but they only rap harder the second time. I sigh, stand up, and slip on my midnight blue satin robe that hangs on the bedpost. I walk to the door and stand on my tiptoes to peek out the small peephole. Why do they put these things up so high? My heart involuntarily jumps when I see a police officer outside my door even though my criminal record consists only of illegal parking. Quieting my irrational fears, I open the door a crack and peek out. I look at the tall fairly attractive man in his creased black uniform. He is broad shouldered and chested but overall rather thin with long legs and a silencing demeanor. I look him in the eye as he begins to speak. "Ma'am," he says as he pushes the door open wider with his shoulder and walks in without invitation. My heart pounds with rage. What right does he have to come in my house! "Excuse me, but may I ask what you are doing here?" I say trying to keep my voice from shaking with anger. He looks into my eyes with his blue ones without showing a trace of emotion. The name on his uniform says D. Pierce. It seems like hours he is just standing there looking like a robot, but it was probably only seconds. Suddenly, he grabs my wrists in front of me and says, "You are under arrest, Ms. Young. You have the right…" He slips the cold, hard pair of handcuffs over my prone wrists before I can even put up a fight. "For what?" I cry trying back away from this being. "You should know, but I am sure they'll clear it up for you downtown," Officer Pierce says smirking at my helpless anger. "You won't tell me what I being arrested for?" I ask angrily. The officer scoffs and says nothing. I look up at the officer's emotionless face hoping to find a clue to what this is all about. I see him look down and I follow his gaze to see what he is looking at. I notice that my thin satin robe is clinging erotically to my sweaty figure showing every line of my curvy body all too well. I blush slightly as he smirks. "Was that intentional?" he asks coolly. "You won't get off any easier…" He lays a hand on my shaking shoulder. He looks me up and down again, lingering for a moment at the peek of cleavage showing through the opening of the robe. "Are you cold?" the officer asks slipping his hand inside my robe and taking my right breast in his hand. I pull away from him and he pulls me tighter to his muscular body with a heavy hand laid around my waist. Against my will, my nipples respond too quickly under his nimble fingers. I can feel them tingle and swell. "You're liking this, aren't you?" he hisses in my ear. A bolt of icy heat shoots up and down my spine as his breath lands on my flesh. I shake my head vehemently. "Me thinks the lady protests too much," he says smiling slyly as he continues playing with my body underneath my clingy robe. I glare at him as cruelly as possible. He pulls the robe aside letting my bare breasts fall out of the tight robe. Officer Pierce gingerly grabs my nipple between his two fingers and squeezes roughly. I gasp and try to pull away again. He keeps his heavy hand against the small of my back. I look up helplessly into his ice-cold blue eyes. He stares back at me unabashed with no remorse. Pierce leans forward and flicks his tongue around my nipples teasing them with his light touch. He moves his hand from my breast. "What have I done exactly?" I ask hoping to stall any other actions. "I told you that you'll find out at the station," he replies. "When we get there," he adds mockingly. "Right now," he continues, "You'll just stand here and take it like a good little girl." He smiles that sardonic smile once more. He lays his cool hand on my knee and lifts my chin up to make me look into his face. The rage is boiling through my veins. I can feel my limbs shake with the anger of being a victim. The police officer slowly slides his persistent hand up my tingling inner thigh, the smile never leaving his smug face. I jerk away as his hand reaches the outer lips of my pussy. He grabs me violently by both shoulders and shoves me against the wall of the kitchen. He says nothing as he resumes what he was doing. He gently lifts up my robe as he eases his way back up my thigh. I close my eyes as he caresses the edge of my pussy. "Oh, you're shaved? What a little slut. It's so smooth. This should be real good," he says lifting my robe higher until it is resting around my waist. "Can't you please just leave me alone?" I ask softly turning my face away. He laughs evilly. "No, why should I? Really, why? There is nothing you can say or do that will get me in trouble. I can always say I found a vial of coke or a cap of heroin in your bedroom. Who are they going to believe? Now, just be good and quiet and I know you're going to like it. You're the type. I can see that." My mouth falls open. "I'll like it?" I sputtered. "You already are," he says as he with achingly slow movements slides his finger inside my damp pussy. "If you don't like it, than why are you all wet?" And there we are. I am pushed up against the wall, my handcuffed hands raised above my head. My robe tucked around my hips, nude from the waist down, the cool air caressing my burning cunt. This strangely attractive police officer is slithering his cool fingers in and out of my pussy in hypnotic motions. Occasionally, he glances down to watch his movements and to stare at my smooth pussy. Without warning, he pulls his fingers out and steps back. He grabs my cuffed wrists and pulls me towards the bedroom. "Come, my little slave girl," he says pushing me down the hall. My heart leaps as I try to make the distance between the kitchen and the bedroom as long as possible. He pushes me on. He stands me before the bed and pulls keys out of his pocket. "I'm going to uncuff you, but you're going to be good. You don't want to go to jail, right?" I nod in affirmation. Pierce puts the key and slips the handcuffs off my sore, red wrists. He glances me over and lays his hand on my shoulder. His other hand goes to my waist. He fumbles with the belt around my middle until he unties it. The officer lets the robe fall off my bare shoulders and to a pile in the floor. He licks his lips as he surveys my nude body up and down. "What a body, Brie. It's Brie, right?" I nod casting my head down. He slides his hands up and down my tingling arms. He cups his hands underneath my breasts and roughly squeezes them both. "You have very nice tits, Brie," he says as he moves his persistent hands down my stomach. He gives me a little push and I land on my bed. He smirks and straddles me as he handcuffs my hands to my wrought iron bedpost. I can feel the warmth of his masculine body against mine. I am aware of his hard cock pressing into my thigh and I involuntarily jump. "Are you scared of that?" I turn my face to the wall. He gets off the bed and opens the second drawer in my nightstand. "No, don't look in there," I say trying too quickly. "Why?" he asks looking in it anyway. "Oh, you are a little slut!" he smiles pulling out one of my vibrators. "There are all kinds of toys in here. What a treasure." He pulls out my leg restraints and ties back my knees so that my legs are spread wide. I am conscious of my obscene position and blush deeply. "Were you blushing when your boyfriends shoved that dildo all the way up your little pussy?" he asks standing at the foot of my bed and looking at my prone nude body. "You look great this way. For someone's who is not turned on, your pussy looks awfully wet." I look at him and he smiles mercilessly back at me. I close my eyes trying to quiet my noisy, spinning mind. I remind myself what is going on. I open my eyes when I hear a soft click. The officer has a small digital camera in his hands. "What are you doing?" I scream pulling on my shackled wrists. "Taking your picture, Brie. I'll need a picture so I can see your sweet little snatch when you're not around." he says taking another picture. "Stop!" He stands up and looks at me oddly. "What exactly are you going to do if I don't? I believe I can do anything I want to you. Your only choice is to like it or not." He snaps another picture. "We need a little interaction," he mutters to himself looking through my toy drawer. He pulls out the afore mentioned vibrator and a tube of coconut flavored lubricant. "No," I whimper as I try to squirm away. "You're not going to get very far, love," Pierce says adjusting the speed on high. Before I can protest again, he shoves the vibrating toy unceremoniously up my sex. I moan involuntarily. "That's great," he says as he steps back to snap another picture. "Oh, that's hot!" I arch my back as I feel my body strain against the toy. "Oh, yeah! C'mon, baby," the cop, says as he takes another picture. He sets the camera on the nightstand along with his police belt. I look at the officer and see the bulge pushing against his stiff police pants. He catches me looking and I quickly turn away. "Oh, did you want something other than that lame piece of latex?" the cop says playing with the buttons of his pants. "No," I say quickly involuntarily tightening the grip on the toy. I moan under my breath. He smiles broadly warming his young face. It's kind of attractive. I catch myself as I think this. NO! Officer Pierce sits between my legs and takes a hold of the vibrator. He begins to shove it further inside me until the end. "No, please don't," I beg. "Why you don't like it? Am I really that bad that I can't play with you?" I say nothing and turn my head to the wall. A small whimper escapes my pouting lips. "You like this?" he asks pulling it slowly out. I gasp. "I got something better," he laughs and lays the vibrator on the nightstand. Pierce stands up and untucks his police shirt. He unbuttons the first four buttons reveling a wonderfully etched chest…no don't think about that. He curls up on the bed on his knees and gently places his warm lips on the inside of my knee. I try to pull away forgetting the knee restraints. "Oh, you can't do that. You're all tied up!" He slides his hand up my thigh. I suddenly feel very conscious of my helplessness and my stomach spins. He leans in silently and breathes onto the spread lips of my expectant pussy. I moan. "Do you like that?" he asks sitting up a little to look into my face. I shake my head violently. "Oh, I think you'll like it. Look at all those sex toys. You are a horny little thing," Pierce laughs laying his hand on my tummy. I whimper as I feel his tongue graze the edge of my pussy. "Please, don't," I beg. He takes my burning clit in his lips as a response. He sucks on my clit forcefully. "Are you going to cum? I wouldn't want you to go to jail. I'd really hate to see that happen. Then all you'll have are those big dykes and they're rougher than me. Or is that your thing?" the cop asks licking his upper lip. "No," I say quickly. "Too bad. I'd like to see you get it on with a woman," he sighs laying the vibrator on my clit. I arch my back trying to control the desire coursing through and heating up my veins. I try to stop the fire burning my soaking wet pussy. I can't like this! This asshole cop is raping me. I can't like this! But Oh Lord! This feels good. This cop sure knows how to eat pussy. I can feel all the blood rush to my throbbing clit. D. Pierce smile at my with that evil smile and shoves his tongue up my cunt. Oh God! I can't take this! "You know in a lot of places, it's used to not be rape if the girl got off? So, if you cum then it's not rape," the cop says squeezing my thigh. I glare at him. He stuffs the toy back inside me and spreads me apart further with his fingers. Stubbornly, he keeps sucking and licking while the vibrator teases me on the inside. I begin to thrash as I start to lose this battle. "That's a girl. Cum for me. God, I want to see that! C'mon, let go. I'm not going to hurt you, well, not in a bad way," he whispers in a coaxing voice. My pussy begins shaking involuntarily around the toy. I throw my head back as the wave of pleasure rolls over my unyielding body. I scream and pant as his tongue keeps me on the very edge of my orgasm. "Oh, yeah. That's a girl. Do you want me to let you come?" "Yes," I moan biting my lip bloody. "You want me to get you off? Then say it, you little whore," he says with an edge in his voice. "Please, Officer, make me cum. Don't stop," I beg tasting the iron taste of blood in my mouth. "Don't stop what?" he asks innocently. I sigh. I feel as if I'll go insane if I don't get off. "Please don't stop licking my pussy," I say submitting. He smiles and sits up pulling the vibrator out. "What are you doing?" I ask wildly. He unbuttons his starchy police shirt letting it fall to the floor. His white sleeveless t-shirt contrasts nicely with his bronze toned upper body. He ignores me as he unlaces his heavy black boots and drops them by the bed. He looks at me casually. He gets back on the bed semi-nude with only his pants left. He sits beside me looking at me. "What's wrong?" he asks running his hands over my soaking wet pussy. I sigh deeply as he plays with my yielding cunt. "I don't want to fuck you. It leaves too much evidence. It's too messy. I'm not getting in trouble for sticking my dick in you, although, for you, it would be almost worth it. You would be quite a handful. I wish I could have met you in a different way, " the cop says gently sliding a finger into my tight cunt. I buck my hips against his hand. What am I doing? He pulls his hand out and rummages through my drawer. "What else do we have in here?" he mumbles to himself. I lay there breathing wildly. My body is mutinying against my mind. I can feel my pussy tighten at the though of a big stiff cock. His big, stiff cock. No, I will not let him do this to me. My nipples tingle with expectation of his warm lips. He's over me again. This time, he has a bottle of peppermint body oil in his hand. "Suppose to increase stimulation. Does it work, Brie?" he asks pouring some in his hands. "What are you going to do with that?" I question squirming within my bonds. "Oh, just pour some on your little snatch," he replies and he lathers a handful right onto my burning clit. It sends a shot of lightening up my body, weakening my resolve further. He dabs a little bit on either of my aching nipples. He laughs as my breasts respond to the fiery coldness of the oil. He leans in between my legs and blows on the spot he put the oil, warming it up. He gingerly begins to run his cool tongue between my legs. I've been beaten. "No, please don't. I can't bear it. Just fuck me. Please. Fuck me," I beg looking up at his sinewy hand on my belly. He rises up with a broad smile on his lips and evil in his sapphire eyes. "I'm sorry. What do you want?" he asks. "Did you want my dick?" I nod, panting. "That is just what I wanted to hear, Brie," the police officer replies licking the scented oil off of his upper lip. He steps off the high bed and unzips his pants, letting them slide to the floor. I see his engorged dick poking out of his silk black boxers. I can feel each nerve trembling with anticipation as if for once each cell is awake. Each second he stands by the bed seems like an eternity all in itself. My body is literally quivering. A smile curls his lips. "So, this isn't so bad after all?" he asks sliding the boxers down revealing a shockingly large cock. I gasp. "What?" he says sitting on the foot of the bed. "Are you afraid, little girl?" He massages his cock, holding it tantalizingly close to me. "Please, I can't take it any more," I moan arching my back. I feel like I could cum now. I can feel the blood throb and boil in my clit. I feel like I am on fire. Each wave of heat in the whole damn room is centered on my yielding body. "You want me to fuck you, right?" he asks drawing his victory out as long as possible. I sigh. "Yes, damn it! Fuck me! What are you waiting for?" I yell tugging on my handcuffs. "Ah, we're demanding, aren't we?" he smiles. "So, you want me to shove my cock into that tight, little shaved pussy?" "Yes," I say being reduced to begging. "Please, please. Fuck me." "Okay, my little slave girl. You're not getting fucked yet, little girl." He slides up the bed straddling my face. His huge cock right up against my face. "C'mon, suck it," he demands lifting my limp head up so my lips touch the smooth, wet head of his dick. My mouth remains clamped shut. D. Pierce digs his hand into the roots of my hair and pulls roughly. My mouth involuntarily opens to yell out in pain and he takes the opportunity to shove his throbbing cock into my mouth. The Arresting Officer I have never gone down on a guy this large and am afraid I can't take all of it, but Pierce did not seem to care. He just shoves it further and further down my throat keeping his strong hand deeply in the roots of my curly hair. I try to moan but I couldn't make a sound around the huge cock in my mouth. "Oh, that's it. Take it all," he sighs thrusting his hips closer and closer to my face. And now with this final thrust, my face is buried in his curly light hair and the head of his cock is down my pulsing throat. I begin to get into the pace and set my lips tightly on his dick. The swallowing motion of my throat is teasing the head of his cock. I can feel little droplets of liquid roll down my throat and can taste the saltiness of him. The officer's body begins to tighten up. His body starts to shake involuntarily as he pulls my head closer to his hips. You never can prepare for it. It would be great if you could. Suddenly, jets of warm liquid rush down my throat as he moans and convulses over me. "Oh, God, yeah." I try to move my face away from the stream, but he holds my head so the all of the liquid rolls down my throat. He pulls the semi-hard cock out of my mouth and falls down on the bed next to me. I taste the warm cum still in my mouth and some of it drips out of the corner of my mouth and I catch it with my tongue. He looks at me and smiles. "You look very sexy right now, you little minx. I don't think I've ever had such an awesome blow job." He says squeezing my breast. I look over at the cop and see that his cock is hard again. I gasp. "What? Oh, that. I'm going to fuck you all night, Brie," he says looking right into my face and places his lips roughly on mine. His lips and tongue forcing my body to respond to his touch. He kisses me roughly, shoving his tongue into my mouth as if with his mouth he could possess my body. He reaches and caresses my breasts with his persistent hands. I am beaten. I have been beaten for a long time. The animal sexuality of this police officer has completely taken control of my senses. I can smell the masculine musk of his body and like an animal, my body involuntarily responds to it growing more and more aroused. I do not care what happens next as long as by the end of the night his cock was shoved into me. I need this. I need to be fucked and fucked roughly. He caresses my thighs as he kisses my belly. He rubs his hard cock and smiles wickedly. Without warning, he thrusts the engorged cock into my wet pussy. I moan and arch my back to reach the rod. "My God! It's SO big!" I yell pulling on the headboard with my shackled wrists. "You can take it, baby," he replies through his gritted teeth as he buries his dick deeper and deeper within the folds of my pussy. I can feel it swell with each thrust and I begin to fear that I can't take it all. "Oh, you're tight!" he moans grabbing my ass and lifting my lower body up as to dig deeper into me. I see his cock pump in and out of me with a maddening rhythm. I squirm as I feel the familiar wave of desire flood my body and rush between my legs. "That's it, girl, that's it. Let go. Come for me like a good little. I'll let you come now," the cop says in this tantalizingly husky voice that only intensifies all of this. "I knew you were a little slut. Yeah. Arch your back. You're so sexy. You're so hot laying there getting fucked," he continues seeing how it turns me on. OH MY GOD! I scream and moan loud enough to wake the neighbors in apartments a building over as if I even cared. Pierce continues slamming his dick inside me only prolonging the orgasm to the point I am begging him to stop. After much imploring, the officer stops and lies on top of me. I pant trying to catch my breath and slow down my palpitating heart. My pussy is twitching from the fantastic orgasm I just had. The cop rolls over and looks into my face. He smiles and resumes fucking me. We spend all night having sex in as many ways possible. It was absolutely the most mind (and body) blowing experience. As the sun begins to tint the night sky pink, Pierce stands up and begins to dress. I look up at him and pout. "You have to go all ready?" I ask pathetically. "Yes, isn't," he pauses looking at the clock on my nightstand. "Isn't six hour of fucking enough for you, you sex kitten? There is a job for you…porn starlet." I laugh mockingly. I watch him slip the shirt of his uniform over his awesome chest and shiver internally. He leans over and forcefully kisses me on the mouth pushes my lips apart with his tongue, an act of dominance. I submit, letting his ravage my mouth with his persistent tongue. I feel the heat of my desire well through my veins again. Every beat of my racing heart makes it stronger and harder to ignore. His hand wander to my breasts and squeezes them roughly as if to say these too are mine. You are mine to with as I please. He stops himself and I look down to see the bulge in his pants grow larger. "You're a bad girl. I can't even kiss you without wanting to fuck you," he says slapping my bare thigh. He sits on the bed and begins to lace up his boots. "Will I see you again?" I ask rolling onto my side. I could not imagine not fucking him at least one more time. He looks over his shoulder with an evil smirk. "Maybe," he responds cryptically. "But only if you're a bad girl." He stands up and kisses me again this time slipping his hands between my legs. "Oh, you poor little thing, you're still wet. Too bad I couldn't fuck you again. Be a good little slave and make sure you get fucked regularly, not that should be too hard for you to do." I nod solemnly. I watch him as he walks out of my bedroom. I smile and call after him, "I guess it wasn't rape." And I still don't know his first name.