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“On second thought, I will conduct the search myself,” Jon instructed, and I shook at the dark intention in his voice.
“Don’t you dare put your hands on me,” I spat.
“Oh, Mila, I’m going to do so much more than that,” he replied.
I clamped my lips shut in order to keep myself quiet, but as the cop lifted his hand from my back and Jon rounded the desk to step over to me, my heart pounded in my chest. As soon as I was able, I used my core strength to lift myself up. I didn’t get too far before the warmth of Jon’s palm pushed me back down with one hand.
The fingertips from his other hand flittered across my lower back, only just brushing against the lacey hem of my underwear. I stilled when they slid underneath. His intake of breath was telling and when his hips brushed against my ass, I could tell that his cock was hard. I tried to ignore the way my body tightened at that realization. I turned my head, pressing my cheek against the desk with a heavy sigh.
Jon’s fingertips continued to explore my skin, cascading up and down my back with curiosity for a moment before he returned to the hem of my panties. With no preamble, he grasped the fabric and pulled it upward, wedging the cloth between my cheeks. At first, it felt uncomfortable, and I squirmed a little on the desk. Then he pulled it tighter, and the fabric pinched at the folds of my pussy, eliciting a soft cry from my lips.
“You can’t do this,” I shrieked.
“I can do whatever I want with you,” he answered boldly, and his hold on my underwear turned even more cruel. With a ruthless jerk, he tore them off me. The cloth pinched my pussy so harshly I cried out. Pain radiated across my sensitive folds and there was no time to suffer through each subsequent wave before he kicked my legs far apart.
I struggled against the cuffs, trying uselessly to free my arms. His fingers folded over mine, holding my arms firmly in place.
“I’m not hiding anything,” I yelled.
“I’m going to make sure of it,” he said softly. “Now lie still and keep those legs spread. It’s time for your search.”
My pussy clenched unbecomingly, and I wailed into the surface of the desk, fully aware of my bareness. I turned my head when he opened a drawer and I gulped anxiously when he placed a box of black latex gloves beside my head. He released my hands and I lay there, still and nervous for whatever he had planned. My weight shifted from one foot to the other and I tentatively brought my thighs closer together. He noticed and pushed my feet open even wider. When he was finally happy with my position, he slapped my right cheek hard enough to sting.
He’d fucking spanked me.
I snarled, but he was ready for me. Quickly, he pushed a steadying hand down on my back and used his own foot to block me from closing my legs. His pelvis was flush against my ass, nestling the hard line of his cock right in between my cheeks. I whimpered quietly, trying to remain still. I didn’t want to give him any ideas, but the thought of his thick cock spearing into me flashed through my mind unsolicited.
In silence, he reached into the box and pulled out a glove. It snapped as he pulled it over his hand, and I flinched at the harshness of the sound. His gloved hand settled on my right cheek. His thumb was dangerously close to touching my pussy and I tried to jerk away, but with the edge of the desk against my hips, there was nowhere to go.
“Please. I’m not hiding anything,” I tried once more.
He didn’t respond this time. He just slipped his gloved hand between my thighs.
Oh. Oh, fuck!
This wasn’t happening.
Oh, my god. It really was. I couldn’t even pretend it wasn’t.
His fingers slid through my folds, and I came to the mortifying conclusion that I was wet. The latex surface glided against my damp flesh, enough to tell me that I was absolutely soaked. The broad surface of two fingers slipped over my clit and I gasped as he began to circle it.
I bit my lip to quiet an unsolicited moan. My pussy clenched hard as he lightly teased me.
“You’re very wet, Mila,” Jon announced out loud, and I crumpled into the desk as much as I could, thoroughly mortified. Purposefully, he worked his fingers between my legs, teasing and taunting me until I was practically shaking against the desk.
I tried to fight it. I tried to think about sad things, depressing things, but eventually all those thoughts fled away in fractions of a second when he really started toying with my clit. My core spiraled hard, swirling with heat and arousal.
My body was betraying me and fast.
“Wait. Please,” I begged.
The pressure of his fingertips increased, my arousal radiating outward from my clit in one endless wave after the next. I clenched my jaw and tried to ignore how my pussy tightened too.
I shouldn’t be getting turned on.
I didn’t know why this was happening. I knew I should be screaming and fighting, but all I could seem to do was lewdly roll my hips to give him better access to touch me. I was a virgin. I’d never had sex before. I’d never even had a boyfriend.
The only way I knew how to come was with my little bullet. At night under the covers with all the lights off, I’d dare to turn it on for a one good orgasm before turning over and drifting off into a satisfied sleep.
