Buck and I have known each other since elementary school, and now he wants to tinker with my toys. Only now he’s a man of the law, and I’m fresh out of the clinker with nowhere to stay but his place…
“All going to jail teaches you is the importance of not getting caught. It teaches you how to be a better criminal,” said Buck.
“Criminal? I’m not a criminal. You sound just like a cop, Officer.”
“Oh, so you didn’t steal? More than once? You didn’t take things from people that didn’t belong to you?” He crossed his arms over his chest and stood in front of me like a freaking windmill.
I had never seen Buck so upset before. Whenever he was around me, he was a gentle giant, nonthreatening. He never came on to me like most men did, and he batted away my efforts to flirt like a cat with his toy.
“This is where payback really happens, brat. I’m your jury, judge, and executioner. Incarceration will seem like easy street compared to me.”
Sensing it was my cue to leave, I spun around and attempted to bolt for the door. Only my ridiculous heels got in the way and I lurched forward, then teetered backward precariously, and finally gave up, kicking the heels off to the side.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere, especially dressed like that.”
He picked me up and put me over his shoulder like a bag of oats. I jammed my elbows into his shoulder blades and kicked my feet up and down to try to get free. His arm was a vice around my waist, and I was pinned in place like a butterfly under glass. Only I wasn’t fragile or fluttery. I was spitting mad.
Before I could convince myself I would overpower him and break free, he slammed his palm down on my ass. He may as well have struck my naked flesh, given the skimpy cocktail dress I wore was thin as thread.
“Stop it! What are you doing? You can’t just—” Slam! He did it again three times on each cheek. I never imagined a spanking could hurt so badly. In the stories I read, they were more like foreplay. This was heavy petting for an ogre, maybe. He took me into his bedroom and threw me on the mattress none too gently.
“Take it off,” he commanded. He was actually serious.
“Take what off? Have you lost your mind?”
He shoved his fingers to the bottom of my cleavage and ripped the flimsy dress in two. Of course I was wearing neither a bra nor panties. My motto was always commando and bust.
“Buck, I don’t know what’s gotten into you. If you think you can use me as some kind of sex toy just because you’re letting me stay here, you’ve got another thing coming.”
I talked a good line, but the thought of servicing Buck’s every desire was suddenly very appealing—at least his every physical desire. I was, for obvious reasons, not girlfriend material for a policeman.
Not that I wanted to be anyone’s girlfriend.
“Who said anything about me wanting to have sex with you? I’m just trying to teach you a lesson so you’ll stop your sass and not be such an ever-loving brat. There’s only one good way to keep a brat from mouthing off. Now unzip my pants.”
I swung my feet around in order to stand up and get away from him. Clearly he had taken leave of his senses. He had never spoken to me like this or given any indication he wanted to.
“You’re in just the right position; mouth level with my cock. Just sit there and unfasten me. This is long overdue. I have put up with your teasing, carousing, and stupid antics for years. It’s about time you learned who’s boss.” He snatched up both of my wrists in his hand, imprisoning me.
I sat there, unable to move, and God help me, it was hot.
“If I let go of your hands, are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?”
My pussy pulsed a silent response.
The situation was surreal, and yet it felt like what I had been waiting for. I soaked Buck’s comforter beneath me with my sexy juice. He raised a hand and gently slapped my cheek—not so it would hurt, but hard enough so I couldn’t think of anything else. It was just what I needed to get my mind off myself and my petty concerns.