Following him to the back of the car, I place my hands on it and feel him behind me. It’s dark and somehow there’s no cars around at the moment.
“Miss Anderson.” His breath tickling my ears. “Do you have any weapons on you?”
“No.” I whisper.
“You sure?”
I just nod my head. Having to maintain my expression and fight through the throbbing he’s already causing.
“So when I frisk you, I won’t find anything?”
“No.” I whisper.
“Okay.” His hands slide down my arm before he grips it at the wrist, dragging it behind my back, and I feel the metal bite my flesh as the handcuff locks into place. His hand sliding down my left arm and repeating the same move. His body presses against my back as he leans down to my ear again. “Now, do you want me to frisk you here, where anyone who’s driving past will see? They’ll watch me touch all over your body, checking everywhere you could hide something.”
He can’t see it, but my eyes widen and my head’s already nodding.
A low chuckle comes out. He kneels down behind me; he checks my shoes before running his hand up my inner thigh until it reaches my apex. “Goddamn.” He groans in my ear. “You’re fucking soaked.” He presses against me, pressing his cock right into the palm of my cuffed hand. “Does being cuffed and humiliated out in the open for anyone to see, my hands all over you, turn you on?”
“Yes,” I mumble, cupping my hand before finishing. “Seems like I’m not the only one.” I whisper back. Rotating his hips, using my hands to stroke himself, he laughs. His arms come around my sides as he continues, his cock throbbing against my hand, His hands move up my torso until they reach my tits.
“Come on.” He pulls his hands from my body, gripping both my wrists and spinning us around. He shoves me forward toward the passenger side of the police car.
“I swear, it wasn’t me.”
“Sure, sure.” He laughs as he stops me next to the car, openingthe door. “Get in.”
Moving down to the seat, I stop before pulling my legs in, and I look up at him again through my lashes.
“Don’t give me that look.” He glares at me.
“Is there anything I can do to make you believe me?” I try to keep the smirk off my face as I look at him.
“Nothing you’d be willing to do.”
“Try me.” tugging my bottom lip and watching his eyes flame. Spreading my legs enough for him to see.
“Miss Anderson, are you propositioning me to get yourself out of trouble?”
“Depends. Is it working?”
Leaning down, he grips the sides of my face, pressing into my cheeks. “Open your mouth. Eyes on me.” He demands.
Following his orders, I open my mouth, continuing to look up at him through my lashes, but he doesn’t release me. Tilting my head as he leans over, now we’re eye to eye. A smirk spreads onto his face before he spits into my mouth.
Chuckling and lowering his head, still not breaking eye contact with me. “Using your body to get out of trouble. What am I gonna do with you?” He presses my thighs further apart as he kneels down on the side of the road.
“Guess you’ll have to take advantage of it.” Whimpering out, feeling his breath on me, my head leaning back.
“Eyes on me.”
Looking at him again as his lips turn up, a sinister look coming over his face as I hear the fabric ripping away from my body.
“Wha —”
“Stop talking.” He demands, looking away and down at my pussy as he licks his lips, moving his hand and slipping a finger inside me. Gasping out, tilting my head back, my eyes closing. The stinging on my scalp before my head moves and Eli’s closer to me, not quite standing, but looking dead at me.
“Eyes. On. Me.”
