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The Cop and The Little Tease Ch. 01

By: _RavenShade_



(Thanks to the Literotica editor who helped me with this story and to the friend who inspired me to write it. Hope you all enjoy it.) 

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Eve violently thrashes about as two arresting officers, drag her into the station. 

"Let me go, you fucking pigs! I didn't do anything wrong!" She screams, drawing the attention of everyone in the quiet precinct. There's a murderous look in her baby blue eyes as her gaze travels around the room. She's like a viper, ready to strike anyone who gets too close. 

The burly men on either side of her tighten their grip around her thin upper arms, making it impossible for her to break free of their grasp. 

"I SAID LET ME GO!" 

"What's going on?" asks an officer, rising from his seat. He glances at the clock noting the time. It's past 2:00 a.m. The last thing he wants to do is deal with a rowdy girl after already working a thirteen hour shift. 

"David, Sir. This girl, Eve Wentworth, was caught drinking and driving. She almost plowed into a couple of people who were walking in the crosswalk. Instead, she ended up crashing her shiny Jaguar into a telephone pole. She doesn't seem to be injured, though." One of the officers replies. His tone of voice would suggest that he's disappointed, on the fact of the matter. An annoyed expression crosses his face as she rams back her elbow, knocking a steaming cup of coffee onto the spotless tile floor.

Eve turns her attention to the police officer named, David. He must be the one in charge. 

She arches her back, lifts her shoulders and turns up her nose at the sight of him. A smoldering look of defiance appears on her pretty face. 

"I was-wasn't drinking and-and driving! Those stupid kids ran in-into the street!" she cries out, slightly slurring her words. Her whole body sways to the right and he isn't sure if it's due to the alcohol or her weak attempt at fighting off his men. 

She begins cursing, spouting out any and every inappropriate word she can think of as the cops usher her into a nearby room. 

It's sparsely furnished and brightly lit. There isn't a long rectangular mirror lining the wall so she knows she's not in some kind of a holding cell. 

Closing the office door behind them, the men in blue block the exit like menacing bodyguards. 

The sight would be amusing if she wasn't so pissed off. She begins pacing the room like a caged, wild animal and places her hands on her hips in frustration. 

"Where were you headed?" David questions in an authoritive tone. This is nothing new to him and he runs his fingers through his short brown hair, studying her intently. He's dealt with these kinds of women before. They think that they are infallible to the law and with Daddy's money and a good lawyer, they can get out of any sticky situation.

The young woman before him looks like she's in her twenties and is a petite, little thing with long, sandy blonde hair and pale yet stunning blue eyes. She's wearing a tight, almost obscene, white dress that zips up the back. The V-neck collar is very low cut, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. The revealing outfit must be at least two sizes too small, even for her slender small frame. Her large breasts are ready to leap out of the damn thing. 

David licks his lips as his gaze travels downward. 

The edge of her dress barely covers her firm, round ass, and his eyes linger on it as she vibrantly moves about the small room.

Obviously, she's left her panties at home, he thinks to himself, as he sees no visible trace of a panty line. It makes his cock stir.

"I was leaving a party. I was heading home and yes... I-I've had a couple of drinks, but that's it!" She huffs, abruptly stopping to stare at him. She eyes him up and down, as if acknowledging him for the first time.

He jots down a few notes, then stands and strolls toward her. 

Before he can say anything, Eve steps forward and coyly slides her right hand up and down his muscular arm, caressing it gently. 

She doesn't care that the other officers are in the room.

Her bold mood surprises David and he glances over at his men.

"Gentlemen, you can go. I'll... interrogate this girl on my own."

Without turning to watch, Eve hears the men exit the room. 

Her eyes drift from his broad chest, down to his muscular abs and she purses her lips. He has a very well-defined frame. He's one of the few men who doesn't look like they've raided a donut shop. Not only that, he towers over her small size. She finds it appealing yet intimidating. As their eyes meet, she notices light flecks of gold in his green eyes.

"Please, officer, let me go..." she says, quietly. Her voice is harmonizing like a siren's song and her whole demeanor has suddenly transformed. 

"Really, officer, those kids ran into the street, and I swerved to miss them." she pleads, biting her bottom lip while leaning into his body. She does not want to be locked up here all night, and she'll do whatever needs to be done to leave. 

Eve prides herself on being a flirt and a little temptress. He's a man and she knows just how to deal with them.

She covers her hand over his and slowly guides it to her ass, placing it on her plump flesh. She even digs her fingers into the back of his hand, making him squeeze her little rear-end. Tilting her head, she gazes up at him innocently with her big blue eyes.

David allows his hand to rest there, memorizing the smooth curve of her ass. Damn, it's so nice and firm. It perfectly molds to his large hand. 

Indulging, he presses his fingertips into the indentation between her cheeks and slowly pets her there. 

God, his cock is being strangled in the confines of his slacks. He looks down at her and notices a sly, triumphant smile on her face. 

Suddenly, he jerks away and tightly grips her by the wrist. 

"Sorry, little slut but you're flirting and teasing isn't going to get you out of this," he answers harshly, his eyes growing cold. How could he let himself become her prey?

Furious, not only because she won't be going home, but also because he rejected her ploy, she lunges at him. She claws his arms with her neatly manicured nails, before curling her hands into tiny fists and pounding relentlessly against his broad chest.

"You know, young lady, I could arrest you right now for assaulting an officer," he remarks with an amused smile playing across his lips. 

She isn't hurting him in the least, but she is making his night a lot more interesting.

His casual, mocking response only enrages her more, and she retaliates by meeting his gaze and spitting in his face.

"You're a cock-sucking asshole! I demand my phone call!"

As his temper skyrockets, David roughly grabs her by the arm, throws open the door and yanks her down the hall. 

"You fucking cunt! He mutters, wiping off his face with his free hand. He starts to tow her down the corridor to the holding cells, where the other inmates are but then changes his mind. 

"You need a lesson in respect!" He growls and drags her towards the back of the building, towards the unoccupied cells. No one can hear them back here. No one will disturb them.

Taken off guard, Eve begins struggling against him. She's kicking and screaming, and he finally has to haul her over his shoulder. 

As she squirms, his slides his hands up the back of her smooth suntan legs, holding her in place. He takes the opportunity to massage them, pushing her skirt up a little higher up her thighs, all the while keeping a steady stride. 

The conniving whore doesn't seem to notice. 

As he marches down the hall, he's keenly aware of her wonderful tits bouncing against his back with every step he takes. 

Since no one is around, he parts her thighs and slips his hand farther up her legs and under her short skirt. His finger glides along the length of her bare slit and the pressure naturally parts her silky folds.

Without warning, he thrusts his finger into her tight pussy and begins paddling it in and out of her cunt.

This catch Eve's attention and she suddenly starts thrashing and cursing in his arms. 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" He chuckles darkly, mockingly.

"STOP! PUT ME DOWN! DON'T FUCKING TOUGH ME!"

To her surprise, he sets her down, withdrawing his finger. 

She tries to break away and run, but he jerks her back against his body like a yo-yo. 

Shaking, she glances around as he silently unlocks one of the many empty cells. 

It's dirty yet stripped clean. There are no sheets on the lumpy mattress, no pillow, nothing. It's only big enough to house one prisoner. 

Roughly shoving her into the small cage, David follows her inside.

Eve nervously backs up until her back hits the cold stone wall.

He closes the door behind him, tucking the key into his pocket. Grinning wickedly, the look of fear and panic in her eyes, doesn't go unnoticed.

"Bet you regret spitting in my face, bitch." David says menacingly while stalking toward her. 

He quickly coils his hand in her blonde hair, flips her around and slams her face forward against the bars. Her tits press between one of the steel poles, and he spreads her legs so far apart that she's suddenly squatting down, a few inches lower than her normal 5'1 height.

Whipping out his handcuffs from behind his back, David quickly cuffs her left wrist before wrapping the chain around the bar and clamping it around the other. After locking her in place, he stands back.

Eve furiously jerks and bangs the chain against the steel. The loud noise reverberates off the walls and she screams for help until her voice is hoarse. Her whole body begins to tremble as she realizes no one can hear her. 

"I think I should strip search you for any concealed weapons." He leans down, the bitter words seeping through his lips like poisonous venom. 

Eve whimpers softly knowing that he has all the control. 

David runs his hands up and down the length of her body, touching every inch of her lithe form like it is his property. For now it is. He owns her. 

She tries to turn around to face him but the cuffs keep her pinned in place. 

"You're shaking," he comments as he very slowly unzips the back of her skimpy dress. 

The sound of the metal teeth parting echoes throughout the deserted hall. He lowers it down her smooth back until it rests at the swell of her butt. 

The sight of the teasing slut cuffed in a jail cell and at his mercy makes his cock stiffen. 

Standing behind her, his hands slide around the front of her body and into the loosened top. He cups her soft full breasts before roughly digging his fingers into her flesh. He roughly gropes and fondles her tits, then tugs on her puffy nipples. Clamping his fingers around them, he cruelly extends them outward, away from her body.

Eve whines and cries out in pain, trying to twist away. 

A deep growl of satisfaction escapes his lips. He loves the sound of her strangled cries and feeling her cringe as he abuses her hanging orbs. 

David rolls the little buds between his fingers and cruelly pinches them. He torments her aching nipples until she's thrashing and wildly yanking against the handcuffs as if trying to break them in half.

"PL-EASE! STOP, OFFICER! I'M BEGGING YOU! SIR, I'M SO SORRY!" she pleads, her voice catching in her throat. 

She shakes her head back and forth as if in denial and he realizes that she's sobbing. 

Her hot tears drip onto his hands and he releases her aching tits. 

In one smooth motion, he yanks the zipper the rest of the way down and rips the white fabric away from her body. He quickly disposes of it throwing it on the floor. 

"You're a fucking cock-tease and a little brat." He snarls before unexpectedly slapping her ass. 

Eve cries out in shock and pain. 

The sound of her silky voice hardens his throbbing cock even more. It's straining to break free. 

He continues to swat her bottom open handed, each blow, landing harder and firmer than the last. 

"Such a little whore," he mumbles as he punishes her.

She pleads for mercy as he turns her cheeks the color of scarlet. 

The heat on his palm is evidence enough of his cruel beating. 

Eve grips the steel bars, but her body sags.

"I'm not done with you yet, slut." David says matter-of-factly, lifting her back into standing position. 

Once again, he reaches around the front of her torso. His hands roam down her tummy, eagerly seeking out her pretty pussy. 

He closes his large hand over her shaven mound, pausing as he enjoys the feel of her soft flesh against his calloused palm. 

She whimpers but remains still. 

Gently, he coaxes open her lips and slides a finger into her tight cunt. 

Her warm walls grip his finger, sucking it deeper into its depths. 

He can't help but moan as he repeatedly pumps his finger in and out of her small hole, slowly stretching her open.

"Please, Sir! Don't do this! I'm sorry for teasing you!" she pleads desperately. She can't believe this is happening to her. 

He ignores her and forces another finger into her tight cunt. Even as he works them deep inside her hole, she's still dry. 

With his free hand, he begins roughly circling her clit with the pad of his thumb. He hears an involuntarily moan escape her lips and he picks up the pace. Thrusting his fingers deeper into her little pink pussy, he continues strumming his thumb over her sensitive pearl until she's breathing heavily.

Warmth spreads between her legs and her pussy begins to get moist. Her cheeks flush from shame and embarrassment as her own body betrays her.

"No, please stop... David." Her words are low and husky. She tries to fight off her arousal.

David chuckles, darkly.

"No. I don't want this. I don't want you." She says the words but they both know that a part of her is lying.

Wetting his lips he bites her shoulder, sinking his teeth into her tender skin. He wants her to feel pain. He wants to punish her, not only for teasing him but also for drinking and driving.

"Filthy whore. Don't ever drink and drive again. You'll kill someone," he scolds, his voice ominous and dangerous. All the while, slamming his fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt.

"Ohhh..." She's breathless.

Suddenly, David releases her and unbuttons his pants. After quickly shrugging them off, he removes the rest of his clothing, kicks off his shoes and throws them in the corner. 

Before stripping off his shirt, he takes the key out of his pocket.

Stalking back towards her, he uncuffs her hands, spins her around to face him, and then instantly locks her back into place. 

Eve tries to kick him but he swats her legs away and steps between them, pressing his body flush against hers. 

He pins her in place. 

Primal lust courses through his body as he watches her stare at his pulsing rock-hard dick. It's standing erect and at attention. 

She sucks in a breath before meeting his gaze. She's about to speak but he roughly shoves her down onto her knees, the chain making a high pitch screeching sound as she slides down the rail. 

"You enjoy spitting, so spit on my cock... lick and suck on it while you're at it. Be a good little whore." He taunts, gazing down at her with a sly smile on his face. 

When she remains motionless, he reaches down and twists one of her nipples, practically ripping from her body. 

"DO AS I SAY!" he roars, clutching her long hair in his fingers and jerking her head back.

He grips her jaw with his other hand and squeezes hard as her watery gaze meets his.

"Put my cock in your mouth. Now."

His thumb brushes across her pouty lips and he slips it inside her mouth before releasing her face.

When she finally obeys and a glob of saliva drips onto the head of his cock, he relaxes his hold on her hair. 

Without farther instruction, Eve leans forward. Sticking out her pink tongue, she circles the tip of his cock, rubbing the drop of saliva over the entire head, making it glisten. 

David's deep moan of desire and approval echoes throughout the room. 

She slides her warm, wet mouth over the crown of his dick, tasting his pre-cum. It tastes salty but not unappealing.

Eve swirls her tongue up and down its length, coating every inch with saliva. Her lushous lips tighten around his thick shaft, and her cheeks bulge obscenely as she tries to fit his cock into her mouth. 

Growling impatiently, he tangles his hands in her hair, and he grabs onto either sides of her head. He begins forcing his swollen cock deeper into her mouth and into the back of her throat. 

She gags around his smooth, steel rod and tries to pull away, the chains once again clanging against the bars. 

"This is how a good slut, sucks a man's cock," David growls while savagely thrusting in and out of her throat, not caring that she's choking around his pulsating dick.

As he defiles her mouth, an unadulterated groan of pleasure escapes his lips.

David stares down, watching his cock slam in and out of her puffy lips. Drool drips down the corners of her mouth as she tries to speak. 

"That's it suck my thick cock. You'll never disrespect me again."

Soon he's ramming in and out of her mouth with abandon, fucking her face with an unrestrained passion. Sensing that he's about to cum, he quickly pulls out.

Eve topples over, coughing and spitting and trying to suck air back into her burning lungs. 

David stands over her stroking his cock and keeping it nice and hard. 

He flashes his teeth as wicked smile forms on his face. His eyes roam over her naked, disheveled body. He's used her well, and the best is yet to come.

Eve somehow manages to climb to her feet. Her blue eyes never straying from his twitching cock.

"Now, slut. I'm going to uncuff you, and you're going to be a good little whore and stay still. There is nowhere to run so don't be foolish."

Even as he says the words, he can see her contemplating an escape plan.

"Don't try to fight me. If you do, I will be forced to hurt you more." David remarks, toying with her nipple before unlocking the cuffs. He tosses the small key on his discarded police uniform.

The minute her hands are free, she tries to run over to his clothes. She has to get the key and get out of here.

David lunges at her and fiercely locks his muscular arms around her waist holding onto her securely. 

She struggles and thrashes, clawing his arms and hands and kicking him with all her might. Her struggling only adds to his arousal. She still hasn't learned that he is in charge and has all the power. He will have to tame her.

"No use fighting little slut. You are mine. I'm going to fuck you until you cum on my thick cock."

He quickly pins her against the stone wall and kisses her. 

She tries to twist her head away but it's no use. She has to surrender.

He thrusts his tongue deep into her mouth and licks her lips. He wants to devour her. His little slut tastes delicious. 

Weakly, she moves her head this way and that, but he sucks on her tongue and nips her bottom lip.

After exploring her mouth, he pulls away and stares into her tear-filled eyes.

"You're trembling. Is it because you know I'm going to rape you?"

Eve growls. 

He's confirmed her greatest fear.

"You're a disgusting, fucking asshole. When I get out of here-"

David cuts her off by leaning down and capturing one of her nipples between his teeth. He cruelly bites her swollen bud and she cries out in pain. He rolls his tongue in a circle around her nipple, feeling it swell in size before doing the same thing to her other taut bud. Greedily, he sucks on each one. 

Eve moans. She's starting to enjoy it until the pain returns, and he begins to maul her tits, roughly squeezing and smashing them in his hands. 

"AHH,OW!" she cries out, withering and trying to push him away. 

David pulls away and forces her legs apart. With one violent thrust, he buries his thick cock in her wet cunt. 


The Cop and The Little Tease Ch. 01



Eve screams out in agony, her whole body clenching and tensing up. She's unable to move. 

David pauses for a moment, before withdrawing his cock and slamming it back inside her cunt. Stinging, burning pain consumes her and tears roll down her cheeks. 

She slaps him across the face but he's undeterred. 

He moans in pleasure, ramming in and out of her tight pussy with long brutal strokes. Her pussy feels unbelievable, and her warm walls strangle his cock, sucking his shaft even deeper. He drills into her little pussy, relishing every minute of it. 

"Fuck. Your cunt feels amazing, slut. It grips me like a vice..." He grunts while continuing to fuck her like a man possessed.

"Oh god..." she whimpers, the sound barely audible. 

Eve closes her eyes as he fucks her with forceful, deep strokes. He's stretching her beyond belief, and it's starting to feel good. 

"Fuck me back, cunt." David growls in her ear. 

When she doesn't comply, he coils his hand securely around her throat. He doesn't tighten his fingers around her delicate throat, but the threat is poised in the air. 

Suddenly obeying, she begins to grind back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts. She grips his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh while wrapping her legs around his lower back.

"You like this don't you, cunt? Admit it," David comments, lightly squeezes her throat.

She whimpers but doesn't reply. She just closes her eyes and continues to fuck him.

An unreadable expression crosses her face, and he isn't sure if she is truly enjoying it or simply trying to get through it. Her little moans and gasps would suggest otherwise. 

He grips her cute ass, jerking her closer as their bodies collide. 

"Eve... You feel amazing..."

It's the first time he's said her name and she hates herself for liking the way it sounds as it rolls off his tongue. It's as sweet as honey.

He continues to fuck her with animalistic strokes, and she groans in shame as her nectar gushes from her pussy, coating his cock and dripping down her ass. 

God, it feels good. Why does it have to feel so good? she mortified and she hates him for fucking her against her will.

Even though her mind and body are at war, she continues to meet his demanding thrusts. 

"Oh, God, your cock is so thick, David." She whispers while coiling her arms around his neck.

As he feels her start to relax, he lets go of her throat and grabs one of her tits. 

He drives in and out of her soaking wet cunt, until their moans of pleasure, and the acute sound of their bodies slapping together, fills the room. 

"Oh, fuck..." Eve moans, wanting more. It's all too much and she feels an orgasm fast approaching. 

"I'm going to cum..." she's almost breathlessly as she submits to the pleasure flowing through her body. 

David leans forward and clamps his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply, hungrily.

She moans against his mouth as the intense and powerful orgasm courses throughout her body. Her pussy convulses and milks his throbbing cock. 

The feeling of her cunt spasming around his hard dick sends him over the edge, and he cums just as violently, his warm seed, drenching her hole and taking root deep inside her womb. 

Eve groans as she feels it pulsate inside of her, filling her with his cum. 

Panting heavily and dripping with sweat, David releases her and steps away, his cock slowly softening. He looks between her legs, watching their combined juices drip down her thighs. 

As his head clears, he realizes that he's just raped a woman. His rage had been uncontrollable and overwhelming. She'd pushed him beyond the breaking point.

He glances at her, meeting her eyes. She looks pissed, livid.

"You goddamn, fucking asshole! I should turn you in!"

David continues to stare at her. 

"Your cum is fucking dripping down my legs! I'm going to tell everyone what you've done to me! You are a rapist! It will be headlining news! You will be nothing and you will have nothing! You are a disgrace to the police force!"

Her threat makes his anger rise and twist into rage. 

He will not lose all that he has worked for in this life. He didn't have it easy, and the thought of this rich, spoiled, cock-teasing brat ruining his career is unacceptable.

Walking up to her, he roughly grips her by her long locks and yanks her head back so that she meets his flashing eyes. 

"You're not gonna say a word, bitch. You enjoyed it. You got off on it. So don't make threats. You have no idea the kind of hell I could put you through." he snarls with a deadly edge to his voice. 

Eve cringes at his words, her fear instantly returning.

David checks his watch and curses. They've been gone for over and hour. His men must be wondering where he is. They need to leave. Now. 

Not wanting to get caught and after picking up his handcuffs, he throws the girl her dress and pushes her out of the cell. 

In the hallway they put on their clothes. 

"You were a good fuck, so I'm going to let you go with a warning."

Quickly and silently she puts her dress back on. 

"If you dare step back inside this building, you will wish you hadn't have been born."

"UNDERSTAND, SLUT?"

"Yes... Officer," she replies, wiping away her tears.

"Good, now go home... Unless you want me to fuck your little asshole."

Eve gasps and shakes her head before hurrying down the long and empty corridor.

"Oh, and don't fucking drink and drive!" David yells, watching her disappear around the corner.

With a satisfied grin, he glances back inside the cell making sure nothing was left behind.

Suddenly he sees a small, rectangular card, lying on the ground. 

It's Eve's ID. In her haste, she dropped her driver's license.

David thumbs the plastic card and reads her address. 

"2745 N. Madison Street... I may have to visit the little slut again sometime."

David smirks. Whistling, he walks down the hall and back to his office.



The Cop and The Little Tease Ch. 02



Eve stares out the window, lost in thought. Only two weeks have passed since the incident at the police station and she still can't believe the dramatic turn of events that took place that night. Even now, she can hear Officer David's deep, commanding voice in her ear as well as the sound of the rattling handcuffs that held her in place. She can still feel his burning lips seared to hers and feel his throbbing cock thrusting in and out of her slick, little pussy. The look in his emerald-gold eyes had been one of malice at her arrogant threat of turning him in. He told her that he'd make her life a living hell if she told anyone that he'd raped her.

At the time, she'd been utterly terrified but now, every day that she remains silent, strips her of her fear and fuels her anger.

He should fucking pay! Narcissistic asshole... She imagines TV reporters, newspapers and the World Wide Web covering such a big story. His face would be plastered everywhere. They would show her, the innocent victim, traumatized and crying to Barbara Walters about the horrific event. There would be live coverage as they hauled his ass off to jail. Then he would be the one getting fucked.

The thought makes her smile, her devious mind at work. 

Suddenly the doorbell rings making her jump and stifle a gasp. Cursing, she spills her Mountain Dew all over the table and in her lap. God, she's still jumpy. Bravado only goes so far.

After grabbing a kitchen towel off the counter and quickly wiping up the mess, she tiptoes to the door and looks out of the tiny peephole. When she sees who it is, she releases a long sigh of relief and flings open the door.

Standing on the front porch and looking like she just stepped off a magazine cover, is her best friend, Ann.

"Hey, Eve. Wow... You look like shit," her friend rudely states, taking off her Channel sun glasses to better assess her appearance. She never was one for subtlety.

It irks Eve that, that is her friend's way of greeting but she didn't realize just how disheveled she must look. It's 4:00 p.m. and she's still in her fuzzy pajamas, pajamas that are soaked with soda. Her pretty locks are a tangled rats-nest and her eyes are red and dry like rough sandpaper. At least she brushed her teeth.

"So, have you found your I.D. yet?"

"No, damn it!" Eve snaps, instantly fuming. The loss of her I.D. is the least of her concerns. She knows her friend isn't trying to push her buttons, but she's doing a damn good job at it.

"Oh... Well, I see that the security cameras that your father bought have been installed," Ann comments, eyeing one of the high-tech devices above the door. "Why the sudden fear? You still don't think someone is watching you, do you?"

Eve shrugs, refusing to meet her friend's suspicious gaze. Instead, she anxiously scans the yard. She knows David doesn't know where she lives, but the thought of him finding her makes her blood run cold. She's not one to cower in fear, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Listen, Eve, I'm worried about you. Why don't you just go to the authorities? Maybe they could send an officer over to help keep an eye--"

"NO!" She interrupts, abruptly shooting her hand out in front of her like a stop sign and wildly glancing around as if she's scared someone has heard her.

Her reaction makes her friend jump back in surprise, and she drops her sunglasses on the ground.

"Sorry... I just don't want to bother them. I'm sure I'm just being paranoid." Her words are a blatant lie, but Ann doesn't need to know that.

She had in fact, gone to the police station two days ago.

With her head held high and her mind made up, she'd finally decided to turn him in. 

She'd wrapped her trembling fingers around one of the double door handles and cautiously opened it. Without moving an inch and holding the door open like a fool, she'd nervously glanced inside. There had been more officers milling around the station than on that fateful night. When her baby blue eyes spotted the two men who had arrested her, she went into a panic and instantly snatched her hand away as if the cold metal had burned her skin. She'd stumbled down the steps and fled the area knowing that she couldn't do it.

"Anyway, I came by to tell you that Steven Fin is throwing a party tonight and he wants you to show up," her friend says in a sing-song voice, breaking into Eve's thoughts.

"Be there by 8:00 p.m. and wear something sexy," Ann calls out, strolling down the walk way to her flashy red Porsche.

Eve growls in frustration. She really wants to go. For years, she's fantasized about fucking Steven and even though she's afraid to leave the house, she can't pass up this opportunity.

She locks herself in her room, and then rummages around in her closet looking for something to wear.

Her eyes come to rest on a brand new dress that she bought a month ago. It would be perfect for tonight's party. It's pale pink, with a plunging neckline, extremely short, and skin tight. The most alluring part of the dress is the crescent moon cut out, starting just under her right breast and curling toward her right hip, exposing a large portion of her smooth, toned tummy.

Eve slips it on over her head and appraises herself in the full-length mirror. The dress clings to her body, nicely displaying her prominent curves. Her ass looks enticing, as always and her puffy, pink nipples poke against the thin material. She shouldn't wear it, though. Not after the night at the police station. It's way too revealing... 

An image of David pops into her mind and the way his lustful eyes had roamed over her body.

She couldn't blame him for that. She'd looked like a cock-teasing slut and, if he hadn't checked her out, she would have been offended. At the time, however, flirting and bribing him with her body was a grievous mistake. Her smartass comments and rude behavior didn't win her any points either. She just couldn't stop herself! He attempted to arrest her!

That asshole still shouldn't have locked her in a cell and taken her against her will. He'd used her for his pleasure, and she hated him for making her enjoy it.

Seething in remembrance, she keeps the dress on, adding a pair of sexy 6 inch heels.

She's not going to let that fucking jerk control her life. She'll do whatever the hell she wants. Yes, she might be an egotistical brat but in the end, her word is law, not his.

Once she's finished touching up her makeup, and smoothing down her dress, she sets her house alarm and walks outside, firmly locking the door behind her.

Eve decides to drive to the party in her brand new sports car. Even though she crashed the last one, her daddy bought her a new one the very next day. 

She still hasn't told him that she wrecked the other car because she was drinking and driving, and she definitely hasn't told him that she got arrested and raped. 

Who knows how he would react. If he got pissed at her, she'd lose her inheritance, and there's no way in hell she'd let that happen.

Arriving at the party, she strolls into the house like she owns the place. It's crowded, filled with laughing and shouting guests and all eyes turn to her as she enters the living room. 

She knows she looks sexy.

Immediately, guys are offering her drinks and escorting her into the kitchen. They're practically drooling! She smirks, clearly amused.

After downing three shots of vodka in quick succession, she prances around the house, swaying her hips provocatively to the blaring music.

A few guys rub up against her as she gracefully moves through the sea of people and, on more than one occasion, she feels their hard-ons brush and press against her tummy. It takes her a few minutes to find Steven and, when she finally spots him, she feels her blood boil and her cheeks turn crimson in anger. He's in the den and practically fucking some random slut on the couch!

Irritated, and on the verge of causing a scene, she storms back into the kitchen and takes two shots of whiskey. She doesn't like to be made a fool of. There are tons of guys here that are ogling her; and she could have anyone of them, but she's too pissed off to have sex.

"Why did I even bother coming?" she pouts even though no one can hear her. She thought coming here and hooking up with Steven would distract her from thinking of David. It did, for all of 10 minutes.

Fuming and throwing a fit, she does something childish. She grabs the garden hose and drenches a few innocent party-goers with freezing cold water before stumbling to her car.

She jerks open her car door and slips inside, taking a few calming breaths. She knows she shouldn't drive. Her eyes are blurry, and she feels a little nauseous; but she's only a few miles from home. She mentally reassures herself that everything is going to be fine, ignoring the bad feeling settling in her gut.

On the drive home, she swerves left and right and crosses over the center line a few too many times. She definitely shouldn't be on the road, but she's almost home.

She releases a sigh of relief when she finally parks outside of her house. 

Walking up the porch steps, she unlocks the front door and steps inside. She immediately closes and locks the door behind her afraid that someone might barge in. Turning back around, she realizes that the house is shrouded in darkness. Huh. She thought she'd left the lights on, and she's completely bewildered. Didn't she set the alarm, too?

As the thought crosses her mind, powerful arms suddenly encompass her waist and a hard body crashes into her, knocking her to the floor. Surprised, but not paralyzed in fear, she violently begins kicking and screaming.

"WHAT THE FUCK! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" she cries out frantically. The pointy stem of one of her high heels makes contact with some part of the intruder's body, and she hears him curse and loosen his grip.

A surge of adrenaline courses through her veins, and she scrambles to her feet. She hastily flings open the back door and runs outside into the night. She only makes it a few yards before her attacker tackles her from behind, and she lands on the soft grass. She starts to yell for help, but her assailant tightly clamps his hand over her mouth, smothering her screams.

She knows her attacker is male. No female would have such a powerful build or smell like cool, crisp cologne. Plus, they wouldn't have a large, hard bulge in their pants, pressing firmly against the swell of her ass!

The man flips her onto her back and instantly straddles her waist. 

With her petite body pinned beneath his muscular form, she breathes erratically through her nose. She can't fight him off, forcing herself to lift her big blue eyes to his face.

He's wearing a black ski mask and only his mouth and piercing green-golden eyes are visible. The intruder leans down and lightly brushes his lips across her ear before gently sucking on her earlobe. He kisses her neck before pulling away and meeting her eyes.

"Miss me, little slut?" he asks teasingly, his free hand slipping down to her plump breast and giving it a soft squeeze.

"No!" she screams in shock, as she realizes who her attacker is. She will never forget that voice.

With renewed strength, Eve begins thrashing beneath David. She twists and squirms, a choking sob trapped in her throat by his strong hand. She has to get away. She tries to claw him, but he's wearing a leather jacket as well as thick black gloves.

A deep chuckle escapes David's lips as Eve desperately tries to dislodge him.

"Sorry slut, your nails won't work. Although you did land a pretty solid kick with those damn heels," he says in a mischievous tone of voice. He's clearly enjoying himself.

She glares up at him, trying to mask her budding fear with anger.

"You've been a very bad girl, Eve," he remarks, clucking his tongue as if he's disappointed in her. 

She hisses in response.

"I'm going to remove my hand, but if you even try to make a sound, I'll grab my gun and handcuffs out of my back pocket faster than you can blink. Got it?"

Eve stops struggling at the mention of his lethal firearm and the dreadful cuffs. There's nothing she can do but nod her head compliantly.

Ever-so-slowly, he lifts his hand from her mouth and stares down at her, another disgusting smile playing across his lips.

"Don't do this! I haven't done anything wrong, David! I haven't told anyone!" she whispers harshly, shaking her head in denial.

"So, that wasn't you outside the station the other day?" he asks in mock confusion.

Frustrated that he saw her and hating the way he taunts her, Eve growls lowly.

"I thought so, cunt," he remarks icily, his features turning hard.

Yanking her to her feet by her long blonde hair, he hauls her back into the house. Once locked inside, he releases her but smoothly withdraws his gun. Without a moment's hesitation, he points it at her, threateningly.

Even though he could kill her, and get blood all over her pretty outfit, she still considers running. Maybe she can distract him.

"How did you break in?"

"Don't play coy with me. You know the answer to that." he rolls his eyes. "Disarming house alarms and security cameras is second nature to me."

He places the barrel of the gun between her shoulder blades and nudges her into the living room.

"By the way, here's your driver's license, slut." he comments casually, flicking the card across the room. Sitting down on her couch and making himself at home, he sets the gun on the side table. He removes his gloves and jacket and finally his mask, running his fingers through his messy hair.

Eve sucks in a sharp breath. He looks just as she remembers, intimidating but even more handsome. Annoyingly, images of him gripping her ass with her legs wrapped around his back, assaults her mind. She knows she shouldn't find him attractive, but she does. However, just because she thinks he's smoldering hot, that doesn't mean that she wants him to cruelly rape her again.

A look of lust flashes in his brilliant green eyes as well, as he admires her lithe, young body. His gaze slowly travels up her candy, pink-colored toenails and her slender legs, lingering at the junction between her slightly parted thighs.

"Take off that stupid dress," he instructs, absentmindedly waving his hand at her. He's like a king addressing his loyal subject, full of arrogance and confidence.

"Fuck you," she automatically replies. She will not allow him to give her orders in her own home.

Her defiance pisses him off and what little patience he has instantly evaporates.

"TAKE OFF THE FUCKING DRESS!"

She can't help but jump at the sound of his booming voice as it bounces off the walls and vibrates through her bones. For a moment, her gaze turns fearful.

She unties her halter-top dress and slides it down her curvy body as quickly and seamlessly as possible. After kicking it off to the side, she instinctively crosses her arms over her chest. The only article of clothing remaining on her sleek body is her cute pink panties and strappy high heels.

"Lower your arms, little tease. I want to see those wonderful tits of yours," he says, smiling evilly, gaining control of the situation once more.

Eve drops her hands to her hips, her fear flipping back to anger.

"Mmm, look at those beautiful breasts. They can really make a man hard."

Eve clenches her teeth to keep from insulting him even though, in truth, his words are a compliment.

"I love how supple and perky your tits are, and your light pink-colored nipples look so suck-able."

He motions her to him and grudgingly, she obeys. Taking her small hand in his, he pulls her onto his lap so that she's straddling his upper thighs.

She's so petite that toes don't even touch the carpet, and the position makes her legs spread open like an offering.

Grabbing her firm ass, he roughly kneads it, digging his fingers into her flesh and jiggling her cheeks.

"You feel good, slut, just as I remember but better. I'm going to enjoy taking you in your own home."

Yanking her ass towards him, he makes her grind back and forth against his hard-on, forcing her to give him a lap dance like a cheap stripper.

She's disgusted and is practically salivating to hurt him. She hates being at this asshole's mercy.

David leans forward and captures one of her pert nipples in his mouth. He flicks his wet tongue back and forth across it, feeling it swell between his lips. Moaning, he roughly sucks on the little bud while rolling her other nipple between his fingers. He switches between both, twisting and pinching her erect nipples before clamping his teeth around one and roughly extending it from her body.

"Owww!! Stop! That hurts!" She yelps in shock and pain.

"You were going to turn me in, weren't you, you little bitch!" He's seething, knowing that she could have ruined him. 

He roughly pinches the other swollen nipple until she's sobbing and begging for mercy.

"No! I didn't do anything!" She whimpers, trying to push his hand away and cover her tender breasts from further abuse.

"I warned you, you would regret it." He knows that he's inflicting a great deal of pain, but he's pissed. She deserves to be treated like a filthy slut.

"I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry!"

Satisfied, he releases her aching, swollen bud and grabs her chin.

"Officer, you will address me as Officer," he demands, squeezing her jaw.

"Ye-yes, Officer."

"That's better." Reaching into his pocket, he produces a menacing pair of handcuffs.

The moment Eve sees them, she begins struggling again.

"NO! Please, I don't want to wear them!"

David just chuckles and quickly grabs her flailing arms. He easily locks the cuffs around her dainty wrists, swiftly binding them together behind her back. He's had years of practice.

"No! You asshole! Un-cuff me! NOW!"

When she continues to scream and thrash on his lap, he harshly backhands her across the face, the force whipping her head to the side.

She sees stars for a moment, as a large welt begins forming on her pretty heart-shaped face.

"I must say, I do admire your aggressive, headstrong nature, Eve. You always put up quite a fight. I love that. You're a wild animal who needs to be tamed."

"And you're cock-sucking douche bag, who obviously can't get a fucking date! You've resorted to becoming a rapist! That's the only way you can get your cock in a pussy, isn't it? You're a fucking disgrace to the police force!" she screams, attacking him with insults. The moment the words fly out of her mouth, she regrets it.

Rage boiling to the surface like hot lava, he growls menacingly, his sinister gaze burning into hers. He looks at her like he's going to kill her, and she shrinks back in fear.

"You're going to regret that, cunt!"

He viciously rips off her panties, stripping her of her only remaining clothing.

"You still haven't learned. Your big mouth is always going to get you into trouble, Eve."

He quickly unzips his pants and pushes them down his thighs, his boxers following suit. With his throbbing, erect cock finally free, he grips it with one hand and grabs her hair in the other. He roughly shoves her head down as far as her body can bend, until her mouth is inches from his twitching cock.

The position makes her groan as a jarring, shooting pain races down her spine. She struggles to sit up but it's an impossible task since her hands are cuffed behind her back.

"Now you filthy whore, I want you to spit on my cock. You will do this until the head is glistening with your saliva and coating my shaft."

"No, let me up. I can't stretch down any farther, it hurts!" She's panting, unable to ignore the pain.

"You shouldn't have gotten lippy, you dirty slut."

Eve whines, knowing that he's speaking the truth.

"This is how it's gonna go. I'm going to fuck your pretty pussy until you can't see straight and your spit is the only lube I'll allow. So, I suggest you make my cock as wet as possible."




The Cop and The Little Tease Ch. 02



She whimpers as she listens to his command. How could she have been so stupid?!

"I suggest you start now."

Eve closes her eyes and focuses on pooling saliva in her tiny mouth. It's hard to do, but after a moment, she purses her pretty plump lips and a large drop of saliva splatters onto the head of his cock.

David moans in approval.

Wetting her mouth again, she spits another droplet onto the sensitive crown, followed by five more. She silently cheers herself on as a small amount drips down his thick shaft. It takes a lot of concentration, and her body is aching in the cramped position. Her jaw is clenching and throbbing.

"God damn, Eve. Everything you do turns me on."

She opens her eyes and notices pre-cum leaking from the slit of his cock and mingling with the wetness that's already making his dick shine.

"I-I can't do anymore. My mouth is dry and my back is killing me, David, I mean Officer. I'm sorry that I insulted and offended you. Please, Officer... stop this."

"Are you finished, little slut? I don't think that's enough, but since you sweetly apologized I'm going to help you out."

Suddenly David pushes her head down even deeper and she starts to cry, her tears landing on his steel rod.

"Oh and by the way, I'm not a rapist. As I recall you were moaning my name and begging me to fuck you last time. You can't rape the willing, right?" He chuckles at his own joke, his anger dissolving.

Lifting her back up into sitting position, Eve groans and her muscles burn.

"I might have been gentler, Eve. Even though I'm here to punish you, I do love hearing you moan as well as scream."

David chuckles and positions the wet, swollen head of his dick at the entrance of her pussy. Then without warning, he forces her down onto his steel-hard dick. Even though his cock is soaked it really hurts. He's so thick that it takes some work to get it to fit in her tight hole.

Eve can't help but cry out in pain. Her body is trembling and aching and tears are still leaking from her crystal blue eyes.

He groans in pleasure, and she glowers at him, undeniable hatred present in her watery eyes. She doesn't remember his dick being so massive in size.

Wanting to provoke her even more, he jerks her head back and roughly nips and licks every inch of her exposed flesh, her neck, shoulders, upper arms, and breasts. He wants to mark her flawless flesh. They will fade in a day or two, but he wants to give her something to remember him by.

"Oww! Please Officer, stop!"

With her hands tightly cuffed behind her back, there's nothing she can do but submit.

His lust and arousal grows as she begs for his mercy. She evokes something in him that no woman ever has. 

He's been fucking her like a primal beast for several minutes when he feels her sweet juices coat his shaft. Her little pussy is dripping so much of her nectar, that it's drenching his lap.

"You're beginning to enjoy this, Eve. Admit it," he says with a wicked grin of satisfaction on his face. "You want this, as much as I do. You're my dirty, little slut."

The moment she releases a moan confirming his prediction, he lifts her off his lap. His erect cock slipping free of her folds, he pushes her down onto the carpet so that she's kneeling before him.

"Be a good little fuck-toy and suck my dick, Eve." He strokes her cheek lovingly.

She tries to bite him.

"Now, now, be a good girl and do as you're told."

Eve's lips form into a thin line, and she stares at his twitching rod. She's disgusted at the thought of sucking her own juices off of his cock, but she has no choice but to obey.

Glaring up at him, her icy blue eyes burn into his like wildfire. 

She leans forward and licks the head of his cock in a slow circle. It bobs in front of her face like a bobbing apple, and it takes her a moment to clamp her pretty lips around it.

The sight amuses David.

Slowly, she slides her soft tongue up and down its length. The taste of her pussy juice makes her gag in revulsion, and as she starts to withdraw, his hands instantly grip her head, firmly holding her in place.

David chuckles deeply, knowing that she is repulsed and humiliated by this sexual act.

Eagerly he begins thrusting his throbbing dick in and out of her mouth, quickly picking up the pace. He moans in pleasure as he fucks her face, making sure to ram his cock deep into her throat. He's here to punish her after all, and her mouth feels incredible.

Surprisingly she can take it. She gags and chokes a few times, but she knows how to suck a cock like a champ. That doesn't mean that she's enjoying the forced blow job, though.

"Lick your sweet nectar off my thick spear... Yes, just like that."

She licks and swallows their juices and once he's satisfied, he finally releases her.

Eve collapses on the carpet, spitting and breathing heavily.

While she lies on the floor, recovering, David strips off his clothing.

"You are such a fucking asshole," she hisses, struggling to sit up while still cuffed.

"So you say," he reaches out and pinches her pointy pink nipples almost playfully.

She tries to kick him, and he laughs at her weak attempt to hurt him.

"Still a feisty brat, I see."

"Fuck you, David."

"That's Officer David," he grins, gold flecks, sparkling in his emerald eyes.

"Right, Officer David... Will you please un-cuff my hands from behind by back now?" She asks, trying to sit up on her knees.

" Well... Since you asked so nicely."

Much to Eve's surprise, he stands and retrieves the key.

Walking back over to her, he crouches down on the floor behind her and un-cuffs her hands from behind her back.

"Thank you, Officer, I really mean it." She does, too. She sighs and rubs her sore wrists, trying to ease the pain. 

It's nice until David suddenly reaches around her body and swiftly locks her wrists back together again.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" Eve yells at the top of her lungs. She starts struggling, trying desperately to crawl away. God, she hates him.

"Mmm... All of that was just the prequel, Eve. Now it's time for your punishment."

He roughly grabs her by her hair and positions her this way and that, until he finds a doggy style pose that he likes. He spreads her legs apart and bends her head down, so that she's resting on her forearms.

He swats her ass and Eve is mortified. She looks like a dog in heat, ready to be filled with a big cock. 

She starts to tremble knowing that's he's about to make good on his word. He's going to claim her virgin asshole, and there's nothing she can do to stop him. He's in charge.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you, you filthy slut?" He comments, an amused, wicked smile forming on his lips. "Let's see how well your puckered rosebud takes my cock."

Thankfully, he produces a small bottle of lube from his discarded pant's pocket.

It's a thoughtful act, even though he's probably only thinking about how the lube will prevent his pain. Regardless, it's so much better than her saliva.

He gently spreads her cute butt cheeks apart and generously pours the cold liquid on her puckered hole before using the rest of the lube to coat his rock-hard dick.

He flicks the head of his steel-pole up and down her little rosebud before slowly drawing a circle around it. He's teasing her, and she can't help but moan as his shaft slides from her asshole all the way to her clit. He caresses her little pearl until her arousal builds, and she's shivering and moaning. Once her pussy is leaking her sweet juices, he grabs her hips and thrusts his cock into her virgin asshole.

"AHHH! Take it out!" She screams. Her whole body tenses as she lunges forward from the force. Sharp pain zigzags throughout her body even though he lathered her up.

"Fuck no! I told you that you'd pay! Oh, fuck! You're so damn tight!" David growls while bucking his hips and working his way deeper into her little canal. He doesn't waste any time. He doesn't pause in his thrusts. He's too overwhelmed with lust and desire. He's never felt anything so wonderful.

Fucking her mercilessly, his hands slide around the front of her body to cup her dangling breasts. He grips them in his hands using them as handles to draw her back against him, until his shaft is fully embedded in her virgin hole.

"God damn, Eve, I knew you had an amazing cunt but your ass is spectacular. I love the way it grips my thick cock like a vice. Can you feel it twitching inside of you?"

"Ok! You've taken my anal cherry, now take it out!" She sobs in pain. Her firm butt is stretched, twitching, and burning.

"It'll feel good soon, baby." He moans in pleasure, his balls rhythmically slapping against her ass. It's a vulgar sound. 

Finally, releasing her aching, swollen breasts, he reaches between her thighs, his hand sliding down to her tender pussy where he runs his fingers along her slit.

Eve freezes, waiting for him to roughly torture her throbbing cunt but he's surprisingly gentle, even though he's ruthlessly fucking her puckered rosebud.

Seeking out her clit, he lightly pinches and massages her swollen nub. Almost immediately, more of her juices coat his hand, making his fingers slippery.

She moans softly, as pleasure ripples through her body. 

"No..." She shouldn't be enjoying this. He's pounding into her ass for God's sake! But the more he teases her sensitive clit, the more she wants to let the pleasure consume her.

"That's it, Eve, give in to me. I want you to cum, you filthy whore."

He quickens his pace, roughly rolling and flicking her pretty pearl and to her horror and his triumph, she begins to grind back against him.

The pain in her ass is slowly subsiding. She's finally accustomed to his large size. 

Rocking back into him, she eagerly meets his demanding strokes. She gasps as his steel-hard cock glides deeper into her slick velvety depths, bottoming out inside of her. She's never been so thoroughly fucked or as incredibly turned on.

"That's it my little slut, fuck me back. You love my dick buried inside every hole you have, don't you? You're mine," he taunts her, pleased that he's broken her rebellious nature.

"Oh fuck, David. Yesss! Fuck me harder! I need to be punished!" Her knees and arms are starting to get rug burns, but she doesn't care. Her aching tits are swaying forwards and backwards as he fucks her with primal, passionate thrusts and she moans in pleasure.

He can't see the lust in her eyes, but he can hear the desire in her voice.

"I want you to cum for me, Eve. I want to feel your little pussy drench my fingers as you orgasm," he demands, roughly pinching her clit.

It's all too much for her to bear and she growls, knowing that she's about to fall into an abyss of ecstasy.

"Yes, Officer! I want to cum. Fuck me harder, Sir! Fuck my cunt! I need to cum!" She bucks back against him in wild frenzy, matching his deep, penetrating strokes. She's never felt such pain and pleasure, and the sensations overwhelm her.

Tangling his hand in her long hair, he jerks her head back, using it as a leash while continuing to work over her sensitive nub.

Waiting for the opportune moment, when he knows she's on the edge, he slams two fingers into her wet, juicy cunt, triggering a violent orgasm that surges through her body.

"David!" She cries, as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her body like a tornado and a tidal wave fused together. Shaking uncontrollably, her pussy contracts around his thrusting fingers, milking him while her juices flow out of her abused cunt.

Watching her writher in pleasure and feeling her tight cunt grip his fingers, his own orgasm hits. It's intense and his pulsing cock erupts in her vice-like anal canal, shooting jets of cum deep inside her warm, depths.

"Fuck, Eve! Your little ass feels like heaven!" He groans, fucking her hard until his orgasm slowly drifts away, leaving him sated. Once every drop is buried in her cute asshole, he withdraws his softening cock and they both collapse on the plush carpet.

They lay on their backs for a few minutes, sweating and breathing heavily, waiting for their hearts to stop pounding.

Eve hates to admit it, but once her body relaxed and her ass accepted his throbbing rod, it felt absolutely amazing. The build up from agonizing pain to overwhelming pleasure was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She's never been fucked like that before.

After a few drawn out moments, David sits up and finally un-cuffs her hands.

Once her hands are free, Eve sits up as well and hurls the handcuffs across the room.

"Brat." He chuckles and her eyes sparkle.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had, and I loved breaking in your virgin asshole but... you should know... I followed you to and from that house party tonight." He comments, his expression changing from lust to a scowl.

"So?" She's not connecting the dots. Why is he ruining their moment of bliss?

"I saw you stumble to your car and drive back here. You were all over the road! I'm surprised you didn't hit someone or crash your brand new car. You know better than to drink and drive. I thought you learned that lesson the hard way two weeks ago."

Eve starts to feel uneasy.

"I think I need to continue punishing you until you never want to drink ever again."

"What? You must be joking!" She scoffs, looking at him like he's crazy.

"You just need a firm hand, Eve, and whether you like it or not, I'm going to break you of your bad habit." He grins before grabbing her and giving her a smoldering hot kiss.

When he pulls away, she sits there staring at him in shock.

"Soon you will be begging me to come over and fuck you every night," he remarks assuredly, flashing her a wicked smirk.

"You're serious?" She's not afraid; she's just confused.

"Yes, I'm very serious. I'll be back tomorrow night with a bag of toys." David climbs to his feet and grabs his clothes. After he finishes dressing and putting away his gun, he presses his lips to hers, giving her one more heated kiss.

"Tomorrow night, Eve." His voice is firm and his words are final.

"Tomorrow night..." She whispers, a small smile forming on her lips.

He grins and then leaves her house, devious ideas for her next lesson, already running through his head.



The Cop and The Little Tease Ch. 03



It took me almost a year to finish this story and I hope readers enjoy this next chapter!

Big thanks to EnglishMuffins who helped edit this story.

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It's 8:50 pm and Eve worriedly chews on her bottom lip, turning it a deep shade of pink as she aimlessly moves around her kitchen. All is quiet except the clock hanging above the microwave. It's a ticking time bomb. The sound is hammering her ears, pounding against her skull and inducing a new level of fear with each mechanical beat. If David is true to his word, he'll be knocking on her front door in less than ten minutes. 

After his last visit, she was left in a blissful daze. It was amazing but she can't help but feel anxious. 

Why does someone she despises so much have to be so wonderfully arousing?! He's as intoxicating as the finest wine and even more potent than a shot of fiery whiskey. He tantalizes her senses and makes her body burn with desire. 

However, that doesn't excuse the fact that he's an arrogant, dominating prick. His unpredictable behaviors keep her teetering back and forth between pleasure and fear and she could plummet to her death at any moment. He's an honorable cop by day, merciless rapist by night and she's nothing but his prey, a prize to claim and mount on his wall, or rather on his dick. 

But tonight, that's going to change. She will not be a victim and she is going to take back control by sending him away the moment he knocks on the door. Him and whatever fancy devices that he's threatened to bring along. 

Eve hates any form of sex toys and props in the bedroom. The handcuffs alone caused her to have a nervous breakdown. The thought of being subjected to anything more than those restraints is beyond intimidating. 

Granted, she's never played with sex toys before but the thought of experimenting with them, with David of all people, sends a sharp jolt of fear down her spine. The quicker she can turn him away, the better. 

Knowing that her usual attire of revealing short skirts and plunging necklines always produce an impressive erection in his pants, she's decided to dress low-key. 

She's wearing a spaghetti strap tank top, tight-fitting yoga pants and a pair of black flats. Her silky blonde hair is twisted up in a messy bun and she's wearing minimal makeup instead of dark tones of smokey eyeshadow and cherry red lipstick. She doesn't want to look like the wickedly hot minx that she knows he loves to dominate. 

Eve shakes her arms, feeling her muscles loosen and then takes a deep, calming breath. But just when she becomes a figure of tranquility and peace, the front door swings open with such force that she's surprised it doesn't splinter in half. 

Eve's terrified scream, immediately draws a deep laugh from David as he strolls into the house. 

"What the fuck!? You can't just barge into my house!" Her nerves zigzag through her body and irritation immediately flares to the surface, pricking her skin. She's forced to cross her arms over her chest to keep from throwing a plate at him. 

"Nice to see you too. Such a warm welcome." Unfazed by her outburst he gently closes the door behind him. 

David tosses his jacket on the couch and casually runs his fingers through his short dark hair. It appears that he hasn't shaved since yesterday and the stubble along his jaw is annoying sexy. He looks relaxed, more so than ever before. Maybe it's because she hasn't done anything to piss him off, not yet anyway. He's wearing blue jeans and crisp white T-shirt which nicely forms to his torso. The sharp lines and coiled muscles of his lean, defined form makes him look like he's carved from smooth marble. 

He's smiling but she isn't sure if he's genuinely happy to see her or if he's simply excited to rip off her clothes and molest her. Desire flashes in his emerald-gold eyes as they slowly roam up and down her lithe body, lingering on her perky breasts. 

Her heartbeat quickens but she curses under her breath. Damn it. She isn't wearing a bra. Did it slip her mind or did she subconsciously want him to notice her chest? She knows how much he loves to play with them. Her pink nipples harden and prominently poke against the fabric of her tank top as he admires the soft slopes. His intense, lust-filled gaze almost causes a river of juices to soak her black panties and he's barely spoken to her. It's his eyes that are doing most of the talking. 

Why does the devil-incarnate have to look so hot? From the dawn of time, perfect, innocent Eve was tempted with an apple and he looks just as delicious as that forbidden fruit. He's also just as dangerous. 

As David slowly saunters towards her with assured grace and lethal intent, she notices a black duffle bag resting against his hip. 

The sight of it snaps her back to reality. 

Fuck! He's been here too long! He shouldn't even be in her house! 

"I changed my mind. I want you to leave. Right now." Her brain is scrambled but she manages to speak firmly. She stares at the bag. It's probably filled with blood sucking spiders. 

David arches his eyebrow but doesn't look surprised. He's ready for a challenge. 

"I didn't give you a choice, Eve. You've never had a choice." Instead of retreating David continues to advance on her with measured steps. His presence fills up the kitchen like a dark rumbling storm and he takes a deep breath, inhaling her flowery scent. 

Steely fingers of fear grip her throat and squeeze, choking the breath right out of her. All of her lusty thoughts of his stunning eyes and muscular body disappear. 

As she quickly backs away from the sink, her elbow collides with a half empty bottle of vodka, knocking it on the ground. The glass shatters as it hits the tile floor and alcohol drenches the cabinets. 

David shakes his head as the clear liquid swims around his black boots. 

"You have such a drinking problem, Eve. Just look at this place." He remarks in disgust, scrutinizing every inch of the crime scene as only a cop would. 

Eve follows his gaze, glaring back at her are two empty wine coolers on the dining room table, three empty beer bottles in the sink and two empty shots of rum discarded in the trash. Add the remains of the broken pint of vodka on the floor and she looks like a raging alcoholic. 

She didn't drink all of those by herself, Ann had a few but she doubts that David cares. 

"Listen. I'll quit drinking and join one of those stupid AA groups if you'll just leave. Please. Please, David." She's desperate now, trapped between him and hard white wall. 

"Yeah, I've heard that before. Why do you drink, anyway? Are you bored? Do you have mommy and daddy issues? Are you insecure? If you ask me, it's all for attention. Rich bitches like you love being in the spotlight and a felony for drinking and driving will definitely attract daddy's eye. At least for a little while." 

Like a bull seeing red, anger consumes her, sending sizzling hot blood racing through her veins and coloring her cheeks. She doesn't have to listen to this shit! 

"Get the hell out of my house you fucking bastard! Now! Or I, I'll-" 

"You'll what? Call the cops?" He mocks, knowing that he has the upper hand. 

Instantly turning into a girl version of the hulk, Eve reaches across the countertop and quickly drags a sharp-pointed butcher knife off the cutting board. The sound is grating and deadly. 

Awkwardly sticking it out in front of her like a sword, she points the silver blade at him. 

David chuckles in amusement, unconcerned by the "dangerous weapon" in the trembling girl's hand. She is anything but threatening. It's actually kind of cute that she thinks she can protect herself from him. 

"What are you going to do, Eve? Stab me? You're a scared little brat and you'd never have the balls to-" 

Eve growls and fuelled by rage, fear and revenge, she lunges at him. Gripping the handle with both hands and raising the knife above her head, she drags the razor sharp blade down his chest. 

David's green eyes widen in surprise as the weapon slices through his white t-shirt and into his smooth, bare flesh. He instantly drops the bag and quickly grabs her by her delicate wrists. He easily wrestles the knife out of her hands and throws it far across the living room and out of sight. 

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He growls viciously, the sound almost inhumane. David stares down at his blood stained torso. There's a deep diagonal cut running from the upper left side of his chest to the edge of his sternum. Thank God she missed his nipple. 

His muscles contract in building pain with every breath he takes. His rage is barely contained, he can feel it clawing under his skin, desperate to break free and unleash its reign of terror. 

Spinning Eve around in his powerful arms, he locks her against his chest in a crushing bear hug. It hurts like hell but he doesn't care. He can't believe the cunt stabbed him! The sticky wet shirt plasters against his burning skin and he grips her hair, jerking her head back until their eyes meet. 

"Do you have a fucking death wish?!" His voice is filled with steel nails and Eve trembles in his tight embrace. Her fear makes her fight for freedom and her squirming body rubs and grinds against his crotch. His dick pulsates in excitement and it pisses him off. He wants to strangle her, steal her last breath but his cock wants to reap its vengeance on her tight, little pussy. 

"I should fucking kill you." He remarks icily, his words chilling her bones. 

"I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me! I got scared!" 

Eve's anger evaporated the moment she saw blood. She's never stabbed anyone before and she didn't mean to hurt him. She'd just been amped up and he had provoked her. She'd wanted revenge for a while but not at the risk of attempted murder! 

"Where's your bathroom?" David hisses as he snatches his duffle bag off the kitchen floor. 

"It-it's down the hall, to the left." Eve says, trying her best to remain calm. 

Uncurling his arms to let her breathe, he grabs her hand and yanks her into the bathroom with him before abruptly slamming the door shut behind them. 

Oh god. Eve realizes that she's trapped in a cage with a feral, wounded beast. It reminds her of the jail cell. 

"Don't. Fucking. Move." He accentuates each word as if scolding a naughty child. 

Tension, the scent of blood and David's subtle aftershave fills the silent room. 

Another string of apologies are tangled in Eve's throat and all she can do is nod in response. 

David peels off his torn, soaked shirt and throws it on the floor. The wound isn't fatal but he's bleeding, in pain and pissed off. 

Eve stares at his reflection in the mirror as blood seeps out of the long gash. She hopes that he won't need stitches. 

"I'm sorry." She mumbles futilely, her arms tightly crossed over her chest to protect herself from a verbal or physical attack. She knows what he's capable of, the pain and revenge that he can inflict on her delicate body. 

A murderous look flashes in David's eyes. He grabs a clean washcloth off the towel rack and he turns on the faucet. Drenching the rag in cold water and a little soap, he carefully begins cleaning the cut. It isn't as terrible as he thought, at least not bad enough for stitches. As he concentrates on the wound a bit of his fury fades away. 

"Do you have a first aid kit?" 

"Yes, it's in the cabinet above the toilet." Eve answers quietly, trying her best to stay out of his way. 

"Get it." 

"What?" 

"You need to get the bandages ready while I clean and apply pressure to the wound." 

Eve nods. She opens the door and quickly grabs the metal box. Her hands are like jello and she fumbles with the gauze, patches and antiseptic. 

Before a fresh coat of blood can drip down his hairless chest, David uses every piece of gauze to cover the wound. Clutching onto the sink, he glances at her trembling form in the mirror. 

"You're a fucking little cunt. More trouble than you're worth, you know that?" His breathing evens out and the evil look in his eyes turns weary. 

He wasn't planning on being a dick tonight but that was before he got stabbed. He should have brought his gun. He underestimated the brat and a cop should know better. 

Regaining control of the situation, he opens the bathroom door. He grabs her forearm with one hand, his bag with the other and roughly drags her into her bedroom across the hall. He turns on the bedroom light and blinks against the glare. It's far too bright. He wants to feast his eyes on her beautiful body while he ravishes her but not in such harsh lighting. Luckily, there's a dimmer switch on the wall and he adjusts it until she's illuminated in a soft glow. 

A sharp twinge of pain rips through his chest as he closes the door. It hurts like a bitch. She will pay for that little stunt. 

"Take off your clothes." His voice is low, gravelly but his green eyes are hungry for her pretty, bare skin. 

Eve doesn't speak and begins to disrobe without a fight. 

David almost misses her fiery disobedience. 

Dropping her blue eyes to the ground, she clutches the bottom edge of her shirt and with one slow, yet fluent motion, she lifts it over her head. Her hair tie falls to the floor in the process and David watches as her long blond locks spill down her back like a graceful waterfall. A stray strand falls over her shoulder and brushes her swollen nipple. 

God, her breasts glorious. A perfect set. They jiggle as her fingers slip under the elastic bands of both her pants and panties and she shimmies out of them, revealing her shapely legs and smooth little cunt. Her puffy lips are sealed shut but the small hood that's nestling her clit peeks out at him, inviting him to lick and suck on the tiny nub. 

David wants to taste every inch of her tantalizing body. He smiles when his gaze roams over the cruel bite marks that he inflicted on her body, from the night before. Each one marks her as his property and his cock hardens at the sight. 

Needing to relieve the pressure in his jeans, he takes off his boots and strips out of the rest of his clothing. 

David catches her staring at his dick. He shaved before he came over and he slowly strokes his cock from base, to tip and back again. He's raped all three of her pretty holes with this beast and he can't wait to fuck her again. He knows she wants it even though she won't admit it. 

Eve uncharacteristically blushes and quickly looks away. 

"Get on the bed." He orders, watching her plump ass hypnotically sway back and forth as she crosses the room. 

Once she's lying down on the plush mattress, David unzips his black bag of horrors and withdraws two coarse ropes along with the familiar, silver handcuffs. 

They seem to shine, even in the dim lighting and Eve groans as if in physical pain. She immediately tries to scoot away but David pounces on her, his strong body pressing her into the bed. 

His warm, cinnamon breath caresses her neck as he leans down, inches from her face. 

"Wrist. Now." 

"No! I don't want to be restrained! You know I fucking hate that!" Eve cries, protesting for the first time since she stabbed him. 

"You should have thought about that before you tried to kill me, you fucking whore! Now do it!" 

Eve trembles. Once those handcuffs lock around her wrists, she'll be stripped of whatever power she possesses. She will be his once more. 

Swallowing hard, she obediently offers him her hand, signing away her soul. 

David doesn't hide the look of satisfaction on his face and she cringes as he roughly cuffs her to the thin metal post of the headboard. After locking her wrists, he climbs off the bed. Gathering the ropes, he secures her ankles to the two bedposts at the end of her bed, spreading her open like a blooming spring flower. She looks so delicate and stunning. 

David stands up and places the bag on her dresser. After a minute of digging through it, his eyes suddenly flash with dark mischief. 

"I brought some entertaining toys to play with tonight... Like this thick black dildo." He comments, yanking it out like a rabbit from a hat. 

Eve's fear skyrockets and she turns her head away, clamping her eyes shut. She doesn't want that thing anywhere near her. It's huge.

She can't believe this is happening. 

"Please don't do this. I-I've never played with toys before. Just fuck me, instead." 

David pauses at this new revelation and studies her face. 

"Mmm. This is your first time?" 

Eve nods, trying her best not to hyperventilate. 

"Good, then you're in for a big surprise, slut." 

Holding the veiny rod in his hand, he sits down beside her. The gold in flecks in his eyes sparkle as he lightly slaps her across the cheek with it, before tapping it against her pouting lips. 

"Knock, knock, Eve. Open up your lovely, little mouth." 

Eve stares up at him in defiance, so he pries open her jaw with his fingers, and works the silicon cock into her mouth. 

He loves the sight of it sliding in and out of her wet mouth, and he pushes the phallus deeper into the back of her throat. He makes sure that she gags around its meaty girth. 

Eve instinctively pushes back against it with her tongue, trying to force it out but David firmly holds her head against the pillow and really starts plowing into her. 

"You're good at that, whore." He teases with a sly look on his face. 

Giving the toy a blow job disgusts her. She doesn't like the way it tastes or feels and her icy blue eyes start to water as she chokes. 

God, she should have killed his fucking ass. 

"I brought this, too. I thought it would be fun to use." He says, reaching into his bag and waving around a digital camera.

He snaps a few close-ups and she blinks as the bright flash illuminates her naked, body, the big dildo lodged in her throat.

He loves the way the dark colored rod contrasts with her pale skin and the way the toy bulges out her cheeks. 

She's stuffed full of cock and the sight of it really turns him on. 

"Maybe I should send these pictures to your father. I wonder if they'll make your daddy hard." David comments, groping her breast and pinching her nipple until she yelps. He roughly tugs on the other and it isn't until she's thrashing on the bed that he releases the swollen tip. 

After snapping and capturing her beautiful form from every angle, he removes the phallus and places it on the nightstand. 

Beyond humiliated with rage blistering her skin, Eve glares at him before pooling a bit of saliva in her mouth. She knows that David hates to be disrespected, especially when she spits, so she aims for his face. Giving it her best shot, she shoots but she doesn't score. The wet glob lands on his bare thigh and dribbles down his leg. 

David wipes it off in disgust and then clamps his hand over her mouth, squeezing her cheeks until fingerprints are ingrained on her delicate skin. Her jaw immediately aches from the pressure. 

She tries to cry and twist her head away but she can't break free. Why did she do that? Why did her anger override her common sense, again?! 

"Ya know, I was going to be nice and fuck you with a small non-threatening vibrator but since you disrespected me, I think I'll use something a little more degrading. Maybe it'll solve your drinking problem too." 

Eve doesn't like the glimmer of amusement in David's eyes or the Cheshire Cat grin that spreads across his face. 

The moment he uncovers her mouth and stands, Eve starts pleading against her punishment. Whatever it is, it can't be good. 

"Wait! Wait! I'm sorry!" 

"You will be." 

David leaves the room without another word. 

Straining to hear his movements, Eve realizes that he's walking around in the kitchen. She hears the water faucet turn on and the sound of glass clinking against the sink. What the hell is he doing? 

He deliberately takes his time and each second that passes by, tightens another knot in her stomach. 




The Cop and The Little Tease Ch. 03



When he returns, his hands are behind his back like he's hiding a Christmas present. 

"What? What are you hiding?" She asks, her soft voice growing shaky. 

That wicked smile still plays across David's lips as he reveals the mysterious object. 

"OH MY GOD, NO! YOU CAN'T USE THAT!" She screams, fighting against the restraints. 

A sadistic smile plays across David's face.

"YOU CAN'T FUCK ME WITH A BEER BOTTLE!" 

She should be scared but instead, she's furious. How dare he even think of such a thing! 

The cuffs rattle and dig into her skin as she the thrashes on the bed but she doesn't feel the pain. 

David loves the look of venom that flashes in her eyes and he tosses the bottle back and forth between his hands like it's a baseball. He's ready to play a sick and twisted game. 

"You deserve to be punished, and who knows, you might even enjoy it." 

"You motherfucker! You limp dick, cock sucking, asshole! I hope you burn in hell! I should have slit your fucking throat and carved you into tiny pieces!" 

David laughs at her creative slew of insults as he reaches into Pandora's box, or in this case, Pandora's bag and withdraws a dark red ball gag. 

"You have such a filthy mouth. I think this will shut you up, nicely." He comments, shoving the ball between her lips, like he's stuffing a roasting pig with a juicy red apple. 

Eve jerks her head away as crippling fear begins to take hold. Reality is sinking in. 

She's heard of kinky women sticking bottles, cucumbers and electric toothbrushes up their cunts in order to get off but she's not that type of girl! God. She shouldn't have yelled at him. She shouldn't have spit on him and she shouldn't have attacked him! 

Eve starts to cry in defeat, the only sound is of her sniffling, making it even more difficult to breathe. 

Taking a seat on the bed, David looks down at her trembling body. Her glistening tears stream down her cheeks and for a moment, uncertainty creeps into his mind. He wonders if he's taking things too far. He doesn't want to scar her for life. He's still debating what to do, when a jolt of pain ripples through his chest and spreads out across his body, reminding him of her failed attempted murder. 

Gripping the clean Corona bottle in his hand, he lightly pops her on the nose before trailing it over the ball gag and down her chin. He slowly drags it down her throat. 

Instinctively she tries to swallow but the rubber ball makes it impossible. All she's able to do is clamp her teeth around it and wiggle her tongue against the bottom. Her jaw was already throbbing when David dug his fingers into it and the gag intensifies the pain. 

David slides the cool glass between her ample tits, before catching her left nipple with the lip of the bottle. He flicks her bud up and down with the slim, circular notch, watching as it grows puffy and erect from only a small touch of stimulation. 

Switching to her other nipple, he circles the pale pink tip with the smooth, round edge and then leans down capturing it between his lips. 

Eve struggles to hold back a moan as his warm, wet tongue laps at her puckered nipple. It feels good but she can't give into the monster that's going to fuck her with a beer bottle. She'd rather have that huge, fake, rubber dick slamming in and out of her ass. At least that's an actual sex toy. 

Sensing her mind is elsewhere, David roughly pinches one of her nipples between his teeth, causing Eve to cry out. An electric spike courses through her body and she whimpers. He gives it a tug before letting it pop out of his mouth. 

When he switches to her other breast, Eve knows what to expect but she still tenses. He yanks on the little bud harder than before, lifting her off the bed. When a mumbled cry slips past the gag, he releases her nipple and she falls back onto the soft mattress. 

After teasing and torturing her breasts, he continues his trek, moving down her body, foul object in hand. He playfully pokes her belly button with the glass tip and then rests the bottle against her shaven mound. 

Immediately, she begins thrashing on the bed. She tries to scream and yell and curse up a storm but her words are trapped behind the ball, just like she's trapped by her restraints. 

While David patiently waits for her to stop struggling, he retrieves a small bottle of lube from his bag. The sound of the plastic lid popping open is like a gunshot to Eve's ears and she jolts to a stop. 

Grabbing the Corona bottle, David lathers up its slim neck with a generous amount of the clear, runny liquid. He's never done this before so he's a bit nervous but the steady pulse of his excited cock can't be ignored. 

"If you relax it won't hurt. I'll start slow." He says reassuringly as he rubs her tummy in a soothing manner. 

In the far back of her mind, Eve trusts the jackass but she'll never tell him that. 

Taking a steadying breath, David slides the wet rim of the bottle in a large circle around her swollen pussy lips. Every trace draws closer to her sex and Eve yanks against the ropes, trying to close her legs. She doesn't succeed. 

He glides the slippery tip up and down her parting folds and when it brushes across her sensitive clit, she bucks her hips forward. Her cheeks grow warm and turn pink. Stupid, stupid body. 

David smirks and applying a bit more pressure and increasing the speed, he repeatedly rolls the lid around her glistening pearl. He does this several times, changing the pace if need be, gauging her reaction. She's a puzzle to be solved and when he hears a moan of pleasure, hum against the gag, he nods in satisfaction. 

Eve's body starts to tingle and she clenches her inner walls as a warm trickle of juice, leaks out of her glistening cunt. 

Oh god! No! She can't enjoy this! She's suddenly drowning in a murky sea of shame and humiliation. 

Confident in his actions, David slowly and gently pushes the tip of the bottle into her lovely pussy, watching the smooth head disappear between her silky lips. 

He's never seen anything more erotic and he's mesmerized by the sight. His emerald-gold eyes glow with desire. 

Quickly grabbing the camera off the nightstand, he snaps a few pictures before tossing it on the ground. 

He slowly slides the glass object deeper into her tight cunt, like a key into a lock, readying to free her from her mental restraints. She needs to quit worrying and focus on the pleasure. 

He glances up at her but she doesn't meet his gaze. Her pretty eyes are glued to the bottle in horror and fascination. 

Oh God. It's inside of her! Eve shakes her head, trying to wake up from this nightmare.

David only slides the length of the bottle neck into her slippery hole. He's eager to fuck her with it but he doesn't want to ram it into her cunt. That kind of thing doesn't turn him on and he doesn't want to hurt her. 

When his shallow strokes sink deeper into her tight canal, Eve groans and he can't tell if it's in pain or pleasure. Not that he should care. This is her punishment. 

Eve is mortified to realize that with every inward thrust, her pussy is pumping out juice. 

David watches the glass sink in and out of her sweet tight cunt. It isn't long until he realizes that the slut's nectar is beginning to fill the bottle. 

His dick responses, throbbing and lengthening to its full extent. A few beads of pre-cum drip from the large mushroom and he uses it for lubrication as he strokes his thick shaft with his free hand. Sliding it between his tight fist he mimics the way the slick bottle slides into her quivering pussy. 

"You're such a dirty slut, Eve. The bottle is drenched in your juices! You love this, don't you? See? I know how to turn punishment into pleasure." 

He twists the slender bottle neck in and out of sloppy hole like a corkscrew, each time pressing deeper into her than before. The width of the bottle stretches her open until it is flush against her sex. As he rolls it against her sensitive clit, she rotates her hips begging more. 

Eve closes her eyes focusing on the sweet sensation. Her gruntal, very unbecoming moans fill the room and she bites into the ball-gag fully submitting to the pleasure. 

Who knew a bottle could hold such power over her? 

Soon she's grinding and bucking against the slick glass in a frenzy. 

So close. 

She's on the verge of exploding, ready to fill the beer bottle with liquid of her own but at the last second, before she can cum, David yanks the slippery bottle out of her drooling pussy and sets it on the nightstand. 

It takes Eve a moment to realize that he took the bottle out of her cunt and isn't going to thrust it back in. Her eyes pop open in confusion and as her need and desire slowly dies, Eve yells at him through the slobbery ball gag. 

David laughs in wicked amusement as she fights the cuffs, ready to attack him. 

After waiting one extremely long minute, he frees her mouth. 

"What the fuck?! I was about to cum!" Eve growls in irritation, her cheeks flushed, perspiration glistening on her skin. 

"Oh. I'm sorry. Did you want to orgasm on a beer bottle? I thought you were disgusted with it." David mocks, playfully tweaking her nipple. "If you want me to continue fucking you with it then..." 

"NO! No... That's okay, David." 

"Officer." 

"That's okay Officer." 

David nods in approval. 

"Even though you didn't cum, there's quite a bit of juice left in the bottle. I want you to take a few sips." 

"What? No way!" 

"Just think of it as a nice warm swig of beer." 

The thought turns her stomach. She doesn't enjoy tasting herself and to drink it out of the beer bottle is degrading. 

"Don't make me do it Officer! I'm cured I swear!" 

"Mmm. That's wonderful. Now open up." 

Eve defiantly tightens her lips together until they drain of color. She's like a two year old refusing to eat her vegetables. 

Annoyed, David pinches her nose shut and when her mouth pops open, he places the bottle between her lips. Gripping her long hair, he tilts her head back and pours the contents into her mouth. 

Eve hopes that he'll quickly force the bottle into the back of her throat but he doesn't and the warm liquid coats every inch her tongue and taste buds. 

It doesn't taste terrible and is faintly sweet but she's humiliated. 

In trying not to swallow, Eve instinctively wiggles her tongue, spreading it over the ridged roof of her mouth and across her smooth cheeks. She can't hold it in her mouth forever and she finally drinks it down. 

"Stick your tongue in the hole, too. Lick up every drop." David's tone doesn't invite discussion. 

Eve glares at him while swirling her tongue around the rim. 

"Nice job." He praises, patting her on the head like a well-trained dog. 

"Now let's put my nice big cock in there." 

David sets the bottle on the nightstand, and then climbs further onto the bed. It dips under his weight and his heavy dick twitches as he moves towards her beautiful, bound body. 

Eve doesn't struggle when he grabs the headboard and straddles her chest. She's ready to please him. She doesn't have any other choice. 

He's so close to her that she can smell him, the clean yet musky scent that's all his own. 

She'll always remember that smell and she breaths in deeply, savoring it. 

David moans when she exhales, her warm breath enveloping the sensitive tip of his cock. 

He isn't ready for her to swallow him, so he lowers himself until she's eye level with his firm abs. 

"Kiss me." His voice is low and his green eyes darken, filled with lust. 

Eve doesn't speak. 

Instead she tentatively presses her soft lips against his burning hot skin, feeling him tense beneath her touch. She kisses all over his smooth, lower stomach and firm abs, licking and nipping at his skin. 

He moans, trying to keep himself steady. 

Eve covers every inch and ridge with her tongue before licking a wet trail from his abs to his inner thighs. 

"Fuck." 

David's breath is shallow and his cock throbs with every quick beat of his heart. 

"That feels incredible Eve. So light and soft. Look at how hard I am." He never knew something so simple would give him such immense pleasure. It's probably because he's never spent this long in a woman's bed before. It's always been a quick in and out. 

His eyes dilate and he grips his cock guiding it towards her sensual pink lips. 

Eve kisses the tip and is surprised when he doesn't grab her head and shove it down her throat. She knows he wants to. Or maybe he wants to take his time and enjoy this. 

Sealing her lips around the broad head, she slowly twirls her tongue around it, bathing it with saliva. She lightly flicks her tongue up and down the tiny slit that harbors his cum and it doesn't take long before she's rewarded with the salty taste of his growing arousal. 

David grips the headboard with both hands and Eve sucks him harder, keeping him rooted in her mouth. 

Flattening her tongue, she strokes the underside of his shaft like a calm rolling wave.

Once he's caught, she swishes her tongue back and forth across the bottom edge of his head. She knows that sensitive patch of skin is packed with sensitive nerve endings and when David suddenly bucks forward, more precum leaks from the tip of his cock.

She lashes at it again and David grabs both sides of Eve's face. 

"Enough teasing," he growls, forcing his throbbing cock deeper into her warm, wet mouth. He loves the way her throat clenches around the head of his dick whenever she gags and he makes damn sure that she chokes. He increases the power and tempo of his thrusts until his only purpose is to explode in her mouth. 

David is a man possessed. He fucks her face with more force than ever before. 

Eve's eyes widen and she begins to struggle. She can't get away and she can't breathe! 

"Fuck, yes! Take it, you filthy cunt. Suck my cock." 

Tears spring to Eve's eyes, blurring her vision. 

Suddenly, he digs his fingertips into her throat at the same moment he cums. 

David can feel her muscles uncontrollably spasm as she tries to suck down his hot cum. 

"That's it. Keep drinking, whore." 

Some of David's precious seed overflows Eve's mouth and drips down her cheeks but he keeps pumping until he grows soft. 

When he releases her, she gags and spits up cum. 

David climbs off her, swaying on his feet as he steps onto the floor. He's dizzy after such an incredible blow job. 

Grabbing the camera, he takes a few snapshots of her cum-covered face. 

"YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!" She screams even though her lungs burn and every breath stings.

David doesn't bother to look up. "I wasn't going to kill you, Eve. I just push you to the edge of your breaking point. You know you love it." 

"You're fucking insane! I don't love being strangled to death!" 

Dropping the camera, David makes it to the bed in two long strides and grabs her hair. He leans down and his lips hover over her, making her gasps in surprise. 

He's going to kiss her! 

"If you didn't love it. If you feared for your life, you would have turned me in. Cop or not, you could have ruined me and would have enjoyed watching me suffer." His tone of voice is a dark, rich with menace and his words echo in her ears. 

His mouth is still dangerously close to hers and her body tingles, starting with her lips and traveling down to her pussy. Eve is in a trance. Her eyes flicker back and forth between his green irises and soft lips and she wants him to kiss her. 

A knowing look flashes across David's face and he pulls away. 

He wipes up the last few globs of cum with his finger and holds it in front of her face. 

She's about to protest but she licks it clean, like licking cake batter from a spoon. 

David stands up and walks out of the room. She hears him moving things around in her kitchen. 

Eve sighs, resting her head back against the pillow. 

When David returns, her gaze roams over his body. His face is still flushed, his hair is messy and his cock is swaying lewdly between his legs. She thinks he looks sexy in his disheveled state, even after all that he's put her through. 

Her emotions for him are like a flipping coin in the air. Desire and trust on one side. Fear and disobedience on the other. 

David sits down on the bed, holding a big glass of ice water in his hand. 

Eve didn't realize she was thirsty until now. 

After he gently tips the water into her mouth, he mischievously rubs his hands together. 

"Ready for what's next, my sweet little slut?" He asks, already reaching into his bag of tricks. 

"No." 

She doesn't think she can take anymore. 

"Don't worry Eve. You'll enjoy this." David replies, withdrawing a pair of red nipple clamps. 

"These are nipple clamps. I'm sure you've seen them before. There are several different kinds and the ones that I've brought vibrate. These won't hurt. They have soft rubber tips and the single speed pulse feels really good." 

David holds them up to the light so that she can examine them. They aren't very large and after playfully snapping the clips at her, he sets them down. 

Next, David pulls out a ruby red, bullet vibrator. It's small and smooth and he rolls it around in his fingers before resting it in the palm of his hand. 

"Every girl that I know has fun with these little bullets and so will you. They vary in speed and intensity and combined with the buzzing clamps, you'll cream yourself in no time." 

David is very knowledgeable and when he explains the toys and their functions, Eve relaxes... Until he reveals the next one. 

"One of the final sex toys I brought is this cherry colored butt plug and guess what? It vibrates too." 

"No!" Eve instinctively clenches her cheeks together, feeling the throbbing pain from the night before. Her ass is too tender to have anything shoved up it again. 

Seeing the frightened look in her eyes, David cups her face, his thumb grazing along her high cheekbone. 

"I know your ass is still sore but you should be thankful that I'm not going to fuck you with the huge silicone cock." He grins, before pulling a silky black blindfold out of the bag. 

He lifts the back of her head and slips the blindfold over Eve's eyes. Her sight is snuffed out like a lit candle but her other senses sharpen. She's more alert even while submerged in darkness. 

Eve holds back a cry of pain when David roughly twists and tugs on her nipples. Once they're puffy and erect, he gently applies the clamps. 

They softly pinch her nipples and dangle on her chest with every movement she makes. 

They don't hurt but just wearing them sends a little shiver through her body. Eve wonders if David likes the way they look. 

David grabs the open bottle of lube from the nightstand and pours a stream of liquid into the palm of his hand. He lathers the vibrator and butt plug until they're both slick and ready for insertion.

David pushes the tip of the bullet into Eve's pussy but doesn't turn it on. Then he lightly circles his thumb around her asshole, caressing her puckered rose bud and awakening her sensitive nerve endings. He knows that she's still sore but he presses the arrow-shaped tip of the plug against her tight hole until it disappears between her plump butt cheeks. 

Eve tenses around it as it spreads open her forbidden hole. 

"It hurts." She whines, biting her bottom lip. 

"It's not that big."

David soothes and impales her with the toy, shoving the last few inches into her ass with one hard push. His cock throbs when she cries out in pain. 

"Fuck... Look at you." 

David admires his glorious prey. Eve's face is halfway covered by the mask but it doesn't detract from her beauty. Her blushing cheeks, her button nose and parted full lips, look ready to take any man's cock into her mouth. 




The Cop and The Little Tease Ch. 03



He wants to remember her this way, her holes filled with toys, so he snaps a picture to take home as a souvenir. 

Returning to the task at hand, David turns on the nipple clamps. When they come alive, 

Eve gasps. Even though the pulse is low, it's more powerful than she had expected. 

Next David takes the little bullet vibrator out of her pussy. He turns the intensity on medium and cups her cunt, pressing it against her sensitive clit. 

"Ohh... That feels strange but nice." Eve has to get used to these different sexual devices that are arousing her body. She never imagined how this would feel. 

Her luscious tits and sexy, round ass jiggle as she wiggles around on the bed. 

David loves watching her body react to the stimulation and without warning, he twists the dial on the butt plug to high." 

"Ahh! Oh fuck!" 

Eve would have skyrocketed off the bed if she wasn't tied down. 

"It's too intense!" she cries, wanting to yank it out of her aching little butt. 

It's like she's riding a bucking bronco. Her ass bounces up off the bed but with every landing, the plug lodges itself deeper into her back passage. Each painful pump sprouts into blooming pleasure and it isn't long until she's grinding against it, forcing it in deeper. 

"Oh God! Holy fuck!" 

"Do you like it, slut?" 

"Yesss!" 

"Good, because I'm going to make you quiver and gush until you beg for release."

She's his own little fucktoy and he's having fun playing with her. 

The loud buzzing sound of the toys fills the bedroom, mingling with her passion filled moans. 

"Describe how it feels." David is also breathless. He had no idea she would react this way. 

"Oh God. I can't!" She can only feel the sensations that flow through her body. 

David lifts her ass and slaps her cheeks until they burn as red.

"I SAID, DESCRIBE IT!" 

"STOP! OWW!" 

She bites down on her tongue. 

"The, the clamps feel like they are nibbling my sensitive nipples and the vibe feels like a soft flicking tongue against my clit! And the plug... It's so powerful and it's buried so deep in my ass that I can't find the words to describe it! 

She whimpers, her body dancing on the bed. 

"I feel pleasure radiating from my swollen nipples to my sensitive clit, and my aching ass and back again! It's a loop! Each vibration binds together, building a band of pleasure. It's like one big pulse. Like a heartbeat." 

Her words turn to heated grunts and David smiles approvingly, his cock harder than a rod of steel. Fuck she's hot. 

"I'm so close!" She's fucking the toys with abandon. The bed is drenched with her juices and Eve is creating a large wet spot. 

She's right on the edge, a pure look of ecstasy on her face, when David yanks off the soft rubber nipple clamps, pulls out the fat butt plug and turns them off. He can't forget the little vibe and once the humming of the toys has died, he tosses them into his bag. 

"NOO! You fucking, mother-fucker! Let me cum already!" She's ready to stab him again. 

"You'll cum when I decide, slut." 

David is a cruel monster stripping away her sanity layer by layer. 

"I fucking hate you." 

David just laughs and she can almost see him smirk through the blindfold. 

She feels him rise off the bed and dig through his bag of torture devices. 

Dear God. What can he possibly be doing now? Her arousal is still buzzing under her skin. 

A quick dragging sound cuts through the silence and Eve turns her head towards the noise. She can't place it so she listens for another clue but the room is quiet. 

"David?" 

Nothing. 

"Officer?" 

Suddenly Eve cries out and clenches her stomach muscles as a sharp pain pierces her skin. 

"OWW! WHAT THE FUCK?!" 

The pain intensifies and she instinctively reaches for her stomach. She wants to ease the pain and shield herself from attack but her hands are bound, she's helpless. 

"What are you doing?!" It feels like she's been stabbed with a sharp needle. It might even be a nail piercing her skin. 

Another prick of pain punctures her abs and she whimpers. She imagines the evil look on his face, as the feeling of steel pins sinks into her bare skin. 

When a third bites her rib, her eyes begin to water. Eve's mind can't process what's happening. She doesn't understand. Her body is forced to respond, her nerves sending a chaos of signals to her brain, causing sensory overload. 

She feels like she's about to faint. Why did she think she could trust him?! 

Suddenly the potent smell of smoke assaults her nose and she realizes that he's not cutting or stabbing her with needles or knives. 

He's pouring drops of stinging hot wax on her sensitive skin. 

She isn't certain until another large droplet, splatters onto her curved waist and spreads, a sizzling trail of wax racing down her side. 

"It's wax!" She exclaims breathlessly, hearing him laugh. 

Eve's mind rights itself with this knowledge and her heart stops pounding in her chest. The unknown made the feeling far more intense than it was but it still hurt. 

Another drop of hot liquid drips into her belly button and she tries to bolt upright as it pools in the small crevice, yanking on the restraints. It burns for several seconds before the cool air hardens the wax into a smooth mold. 

A jutting hipbone is his next target, followed by her right shoulder blade. 

Squirming only makes the molten lava spread and burn even more of her bare body. It takes all her willpower not to move but no matter how hard she tries, her body still spasms in surprise. 

"It stings..." Eve whines, her body shifting. 

"Don't be a baby. It's just wax." 

The front of her body is a blank canvas and he's an inspired artist chasing his muse. What color is he painting her pale skin with? Standard white? Bold green? Sky blue? Violet? 

When a drop of wax licks her sensitive nipple, she yelps. 

"Stop! It burns!" 

Her senses are heightened and though she knows another drop of wax is inevitable, she still braces for impact. Her limbs are filled with tension. Lost in darkness, she feels strangely disconnected from her body until a droplet of wax hits her skin. What shocks her more is that her juices are pooling on the silk sheets between her parted thighs. 

When hot wax bites her other nipple, another flood of juices pour from her cunt and runs down her ass. 

"Mmm, the drops of bright pink candle wax look strangely erotic on your pale skin." 

Pink. She tries to imagine what she looks like. 

He drips sizzling drops on her mound and she cries out as they run down her outer lips. It's like a kinky Brazilian wax. 

It's so close to her clit and when another splatters onto the puffy hood, Eve screams in pain and pleasure. 

Her pussy quivers and she prepares herself for another round of branding. 

She wishes that she could see his face. 

"Fuck. So pretty. I need another picture." Putting the candle on the nightstand, David jumps off the bed and grabs the camera. This is one of the most erotic picture he's ever taken. 

Once he's snapped several candid pictures, he sits back down and quietly dips his fingers into the cup of freezing cold water. Grabbing a floating ice cube, he grips it in his palm and holds it above her tummy. 

When a cold drop of water splashes onto Eve's skin, she cries out in surprise. 

It doesn't burn but each icy droplet that lands on her body sends goosebumps scattering up and down her arms and legs. 

Peeling the dried mold of wax out of her belly button, David lays the ice cube over it and Eve instinctively jumps. 

"FUCK! That's cold Officer!" 

The change in body heat is intense. 

With the cube trapped between her skin and the palm of his hand, David glides it across her smooth stomach like he's moving a computer mouse across a desk. He lazily writes the letter "S" over her tummy. It starts below the swell of Eve's breasts and snakes its way around her belly button before skating off her right hip bone. He takes his time, making her guess which random letter he's drawing on her body. 

The sensation numbs like pins and needles across her skin before the chill seeps into her warm flesh. 

Eve shivers under his touch and when he finally lifts the ice cube away, her pale skin turns pink as blood rushes to the surface. 

"Do you like that, little slut?" David asks. His voice is deep and hauntingly sensual. 

"Yes Officer..." Her tone is just as low and filled with desire. 

Once her skin is glistening wet, he brushes the cube back and forth across her lips before tossing it onto the bed. Then without warning David's icy fingertips grip her jaw and he kisses her. It's rough and shocking and he licks the freezing cold water from her lips before forcing his tongue into her mouth. 

Eve moans in pleasure and David tilts her head, slipping in deeper and demanding her total submission. He rolls his tongue against hers and she kisses him back just as passionately. She can barely feed his hunger. 

He explores and conquers her mouth before capturing her bottom lip and sucking hard. 

Her heart is pounding and she gasps when his tongue plunges back into her mouth. He claims her with his lips and skillful tongue, wanting her to remember the searingly kiss forever. It cannot be replicated and they're completely out of breath when he finally pulls away. 

Oh-Oh my God that kiss! She's never been kissed like that before! It's a powerful aphrodisiac and she's desperate for more. She purses her lips and lifts her head off the pillow, blindly seeking out his mouth but he doesn't return the kiss. 

"You taste so fucking good, Eve." He's still trying to regain his breath as he climbs farther onto the bed, settling between her legs. 

He grabs another ice cube out of the cup and slides it down her neck and between her heaving breasts. 

Leaning down, David gently bites her nipples, crushing the thin cases of wax between his teeth. He spits them on the floor and then swirls the cube around her tingling buds. 

Once they're nice and hard, he brushes away the water with his thumb and grabs the candle off of the night stand. He drips fresh coats of hot wax over her sensitive peaks and Eve hisses as another electric spike of pain and pleasure zings throughout her body. 

It's wonderful torture, the way that David alternates between the burning wax and freezing ice. 

David blows out the candle and then runs the ice over her hairless mound. The pink wax falls away as he slides the cube around her outer lips. He circles her clit with the melting ice before sinking two fingers into her clenching hole. 

Eve moans in response, liquid pleasure spreading through her body and out of her cunt. 

He slowly finger-fucks her and then adds the slick piece of ice, slipping it into her pussy. He glides it against her g-spot in same motion and speed of his fingertips and then pulls out his hand. 

Eve gasps and bucks her hips, the slippery ice wiggling inside her pussy. 

David grins in satisfaction. 

"I'm going to untie you and give you what you've been begging for but you have to behave... Can you be a good little whore?" 

"Yes, yes, yes!" She will do anything he wants. 

David unites her legs first and when she bends her knees, pain shoots through her limbs. The same thing happens with her arms. They drop to her sides from exhaustion and she struggles to lift them. She doesn't know what to do first. Rip off the blindfold or slide her fingers into her cunt and pull out the ice cube.

She hooks her thumbs underneath the silk blindfold, eager to take it off but David yells at her. 

"Stop! Don't remove it." He commands, demanding obedience. 

Lifting and draping her right leg over his shoulder, David positions his cock at the entrance of her dripping little hole. 

She looks so beautiful and without warning, he drives his cock into her pussy with one deep thrust of his hips. 

"Holy Fuck! That's cold!" David gasps as cold water gushes around his cock. His dick tightens at the sensation. He grabs the headboard with one hand to keep himself upright and squeezes her thigh with the other, fighting the urge to pull out. 

Eve digs her nails into his forearms, desperately clinging to him as well. 

There's not a slow build up this time and as her hot canal takes away the chill, he fucks her hard. It's raw and primal and filled with passion. 

"You feel so fucking good." He growls pinning her deeper into the bed. 

"Please don't stop Officer! Fuck me harder!" 

He lets go of her leg and when it slips back to the bed, she wraps them both around his lower waist, trapping him between her thighs. 

He fucks her possessively each thrust and groan is like an invisible rope binding them together. Unbreakable. 

"Oh fuck! David, your cock is so thick! I love the way it feels!" She wants him so bad. 

Leaning down, he roughly bites her nipples, peeling off the wax so he can suck on her puffy tips. He moves his mouth to her shoulder, licking and biting her again, but harder this time. The impressions of his teeth sinking deeper into her tender flesh than the night before. 

"Ahh! David!" 

"Think you can stab me and I'll go easy on you?" 

Eve whimpers. 

The blazing fire in David's chest fuels his revenge and he punishes her with every vicious stroke of his dick. 

"I'm sorry." She's panting, barely managing to speak. 

He thrusts deep, his tight sack pressed against her jiggling ass and she matches his thrusts with her own until they're in perfect sync. They dig into each other, slick bodies slapping together and her moans fill the room, sharper and louder than before.  

He can feel her body clenching around him with need. He knows what she craves even if she fights him. He loves the way she resists just as much as she surrenders. He hammers into her, grinding against her sensitive clit, demanding that she cums.

David tears off her blindfold, wanting to watch her release, to memorize her face. 

Eve blinks several times, adjusting to the light before locking her eyes onto his. 

He can see the look of rapture on her face and when he hears her half gasp, half growl he knows he's pushed her over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure. 

She locks herself against him and bathes him in her juices, her pussy spasming around his throbbing cock as she cums. It's epic and intense and his dick swells in size. 

"God damn, Eve." 

It's the tightening, almost crushing walls of her hot cunt around his cock that triggers his own powerful orgasm. He slams into her one last time and growls in pleasure as he fills her with his seed. 

Eve quietly gasps as his warm cum flows into her little pussy. She loves the way it feels. 

It isn't until his cock stops pulsing and his balls are empty, that David collapses on top of her, too drained to move. 

After a moment, when he feels her wiggle beneath him, he rolls off of her and onto his back. 

Eve's eyes are glazed over, her body and mind still riding out her high. 

That was unbelievable! The wildest, kinkest, best night of her life! She doesn't tell David that but she does surprise him by rolling onto her side and tucking herself against his body. It must be the endorphins. The afterglow. Or else she wouldn't be touching him. Not like this. This is a different kind of intimacy. Not a raw, passionate fuck. She plays with his hair. Then rests her hand on his chest. 

"Ah, ah, ow..." He winces under her touch and pushing her hand away, he sits up. Their 15 second cuddle time is over. 

Eve looks down at her hand. It's wet and red. The blood leaked through the bandage from being locked against him. 

"You're bleeding again," she says sheepishly yet still in a daze. 

"Yeah. Thanks for that. Luckily it's not as bad as earlier. I'll live." He remarks, climbing off the bed. 

David turns up the bedroom light and grabs his clothes. He steps into his boxers, his flaccid dick still covered in their cum and then pulls on his jeans. He sits on the edge of the bed and puts on his shoes, and then grabs the camera off of the nightstand. It takes less than five minutes and he doesn't look at her as he stands and briskly walks out of the room. 

At first Eve thinks that he's headed to the bathroom to clean his wound but he doesn't go in there. 

When she hears the front door open, Eve jumps off the bed, feeling lightheaded and falling on the ground from the sudden movement. Her fingers struggle to brush her messy hair out of her face and she scans the room, grabbing the first article of clothing that she sees. There's a T-shirt lying beside her and she yanks it over her head. 

Running into the living room, she watches David put on his jacket, covering his bandaged, muscular chest. 

"You're leaving?" 

"Yes." He casually replies, swinging open the front door. 

Eve didn't think he would leave so abruptly. It's not even light out. 

"What about your bag?" 

"Consider it a gift." 

"Are you coming back?" 

"No. But I'm keeping the pictures. Good stroking material." He walks outside and off the porch, glancing up at the sky. 

That's it?! She's a fuck and dump?! HER?! Eve curls her hands into fists and glares at his back. 

"Fine! Take the fucking pictures and get out! OFFICER." She spits out the last word, her tone filled with disgust and venom. 

David stops mid-stride and turns and around. 

She has his full attention now and Eve flinches away. 

His eyes darken before realization lightens them and he smirks. 

"You're pissed because I'm done with you." 

"What? No!" That's exactly why, but the smug look on his face annoys her. 

"Don't lie brat... Beg me to come back and I'll consider it." 

"No." Her pride is doing all the talking. 

"Alright." 

David shrugs and turns, humming as he walks away. 

Each step he takes to his car is like a burning slap across her face. He really doesn't want her? 

In stunned silence she watches him open his car door. 

"Wait!" Eve shouts, jogging towards him. Their juices drip down her thighs and when she steps on a rock she curses. 

"I guess you can come back." 

"Not good enough." 

"Please!" She yells a little too loudly. 

"Kneel on the ground and beg. If you want me to come back then I demand total obedience. No more games... And no more fucking spitting!" 

Eve grumbles and kneels down on the cold pavement. She glances up at David whose arms are crossed and looking down on her like some superior God. 

Good thing it's still dark outside. Heaven forbid one of her neighbors sees her half-naked and kneeling submissively before a stranger. She looks like she's worshiping him. 

"Please come back Officer. I will obey and please you and make you cum. I want your cock and I promise to be good. Please David." 

David smiles to himself in victory, and then reaches down, helping Eve to her feet. He gently massages her shoulders, working out the kinks and then rubs her arms keeping her warm. He'd wrap her up in his jacket but having her pressed against the wound would only make it bleed. 

It didn't matter if she wanted him to stay or leave. She's his and he wants all of her. He'd already decided that last night but it was fun watching her beg.

"I do have one final punishment in mind, Eve. To make sure you've truly learned your lesson..." 

"Ok Officer." She replies, hiding her triumphant smile. She got him to stay. She wins!

"You're sure you want to see me again?" David asks, a wicked smile curling his lips as his hands wander over her body.

"Yes. I want you to come back." 

"Okay. Next Saturday, here at your house, 9:00 pm. Buy some sexy, expensive lingerie, too. I know you can afford it. And you should really be careful what you wish for. It might come back threefold." 

"What does that mean?" 

David releases her but he doesn't respond. He gets in his car and as he drives away he's already imagining what kind of lingerie he'll be ripping off of her body...