Taking What's Mine (Forced Submission 1)

The blue and red lights from my cruiser light up the dark warm summer night, giving me a good view of her. She’s wearing a pink sundress that makes her milky skin look like silk. I wonder if my cum would show on her skin, or if it would just blend in like it belonged there. She’s all woman, soft and curvy with generous breasts that I want to taste, and round hips I’m dying to feel against me. Her midnight-black hair is down in big waves that make me want to grip it in my fist. I want to use it to pull her toward me and claim her mouth.

I love and hate that fucking dress on her. I love that I can slide my hand between her legs and her pussy will be right there for me, but I hate that someone else might have the same thought. I don’t like that her pussy is so easy to get to. Just a rip of her panties and you could be deep inside her warm cunt, and no one besides me will be doing that.

“Sir,” she starts again, “I’m not sure what I did that made you pull me over, but whatever the reason I apologize. What is it I did exactly?”

“Nothing,” I say, watching the confusion wash over her face. “Turn around, hands on the vehicle,” I say, indicating that I’m going to give her a pat-down.

“But – ”

“It’s best you follow orders, my Rose, it will make things a lot easier for you.” Her eyes snap up at my use of “my Rose” but she slowly turns around, doing as I command.

Kneeling down, I start with her ankles, slowly moving my hands up as I go. When I reach her thighs, I hear her breathing pick up, and it’s coming out in little gasps. That panicked sound is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

When I reach mid-thigh, I feel her body go completely still. “Please don’t,” she says in a shaky whisper. She may not know what’s coming, but she knows something is off.

Leaning in, I place my mouth against her lush full ass, giving a soft bite through the material of her dress, and hear her let out a squeak. She tries to jerk away from me, but both my hands lock around the inside of her thighs, keeping her in place for me.

“Don’t move again. You’ll only hurt yourself, and I don’t want that. You can’t fight me off, so don’t try. Now, be a good little girl and be still until I’m done.”

Rising up, I push her body into the car with mine. I rub my erection against her ass, trying to cool my lust, but my balls only feel heavier, dying to get a release inside her. I reach around to her front, and bunch up her dress. I move my hand down and cup her pussy, feeling how warm she is.

She’s so tiny compared to me, at least a foot shorter than my six-three. Leaning over, I bury my face in her hair, hoping that between holding her pussy and the scent of her, I can calm down. But when I feel a slight wet spot on her panties, all my control snaps.

CHAPTER TWO

ROSE

I feel complete terror running through my body. I’m pressed against my car, and the cop has his hand on my pussy.

“Oh god, please stop,” I breathe.

I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t be turned on by this. What is wrong with me?

I feel his face pull back and suddenly I’m turned around, so I’m facing him again. I look over at his badge and see the last name Colton.

“Officer Colton,” I begin, but he interrupts me.

“Sheriff Colton. But you can drop the sheriff title.”

“Please, this has been some kind of misunderstanding. I’ll get back in my car and we can pretend this never happened.”

He reaches down and grabs my wrist so fast I don’t see it coming, until I’m being pulled around the back of my car. I see he wants to take me to the other side where it’s darker, and I panic.

He’s a big guy, and well over six feet tall. He’s all solid muscle too, so not only is he big, but he’s strong. His dark hair and eyes were so sexy at first. I had thought for a second that I might flirt with him a little, but when he asked me to step out, I knew something was different.

My fight-or-flight instincts kick in as he takes me around my car, and I pull with all my might. He’s so much bigger than me though, and I can’t do anything to stop him. I’ve never had any self-defense classes and I’ve never been in a fight. I start to scream, but he senses it, and drags me closer to his body. He gets in my face and I try to pull away again.

“You can scream all you want out here, sweet little Rose. No one will hear you,” he says and grabs me by the waist.

“No! Help!” I scream, but he’s right. There no one out here for miles and miles, and no one will come down this road again until morning. I try to grab on to the side of my car, but he pulls me to the ground and climbs on top of me.

Oh god. He’s really going to do it.

I feel his hot breath on my neck and his tongue starts to lick across my collarbone and up to my ear. He smells like cologne and I’m ashamed of how much I like the dark scent. I know he felt the dampness in my panties earlier and I wanted to deny it was because of him. But I couldn’t.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet, Rose.”

“Don’t do this,” I beg, and start to flail my arms and legs. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’ve got to try and fight. I’m kicking my feet and punching at his chest and he leans up and smiles at me. It’s a wicked evil smile that sends a chill down my spine.