Page 28 of A Very No Strings Halloween
Doesn’t mean I can’t help some other way. “Give me the ticket.”
“What? Why?”
“I’ll take care of it, that’s why.”
Donna gives me a disapproving look. “I can afford to pay the speeding ticket. I’m not broke.”
“I didn’t say I’m going to pay it. I’m gonna take care of it.” I shrug. “I know a guy.”
Donna smiles a smile she clearly can’t help, shaking her head because I’m so charming and surprising. My favorite kind of smile. “Of course you do.”
I motion for her to give it to me, and she fishes the ticket out of her purse and hands it over.
She doesn’t slow her momentum toward me; she wraps her arms around my neck. “Thank you.” She tilts her chin up, and I get that kiss I wanted. Easily worth paying the state of Massachusetts a fine if my guy doesn’t come through.
“You’re welcome.”
She gives me one of my other favorite looks. A look that says that kiss is only the start of what she wants from me. “It’s been a long day. What do you say we play instead of working? Something where I don’t have to think about anything. You decide. You’re in charge.”
It’s an easy answer. An easy yes and the guarantee of a good time. Except I don’t say yes. I’ve been addicted to Donna’s body for a while now, needing my hit on a regular basis. But I’m starting to become addicted to helping her. I liked coming to the rescue and fixing her dishwasher. I like that I can take care of this ticket, help her relax, and make the house she inherited something great instead of a burden.
“How about we do both?” I say, and she immediately looks intrigued.
Knock, knock, knock.
I rap my nightstick against the bars of the wine cellar turned prison cell. And when I say nightstick, I do not mean my erection. Although I could absolutely knock on steel with my wood right now.
“On your feet, inmate,” I bark. I’m now wearing blue dress pants, a blue button-down shirt, and I have a fake badge on my chest, real handcuffs hanging from my belt, and I’ve got a billy club. Just happened to have these in the trunk of my car.
My beautiful, indignant prisoner rises from the couch cushion I found. She’s stripped down to plain white cotton panties and a ribbed white cotton tank top. Not because she had it as a costume in her car, but because tomorrow’s her laundry day. Still, they look like prison-issue clothing to me.
I could have stripped her naked. I’m in charge of this prison after all. But then this would have been all role and no play because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from just skipping to the end and getting inside her. I’m hard enough watching her delicious ass rise,filling out those panties.
When she’s standing in front of me, she folds her arms, which pushes up her tits, making her tank top even tighter and her hard nipples even clearer through the thin fabric. She levels me with a petulant stare. “The fuck do you want?”
“I’m gonna search your cell. Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
She scoffs but then complies, like she’s a hardened criminal who’s done this a thousand times before. She flattens her hands against the back wall, sticking her ass out on purpose.
I open the cell door and stalk inside, my boots making a satisfying, heavy thump with each step. I smack her ass.
“Hey! You can’t do that. I have rights!”
I lean in, pressing my lips against her ear. “Not in here. In here,this”—I roughly palm her ass—“belongs to me.” Donna’s acting tough, but I hear the little gasp that’s all pleasure.
“Spread your legs,” I order. I tap the insides of both her legs to encourage her to spread them wider, and she does. I take a step back to admire her body, spread out just for me. I literally won the fucking lottery, but that didn’t make me feel anywhere near as lucky as I feel in this moment, taking in this goddess who is now under my lock and key.
And now it is time for me to frisk her. I start with her tits—because why wouldn’t I—massaging themfor quite some time, just to be thorough. I move to the ass, because she could be hiding a lot of junk in there—more than just the hot flesh and muscle and fat that drives me out of my goddamn mind. And then a gentle caress of her pussy to make sure there are no weapons in there, aside from the wet warmth and taste that can bring me to my knees. Back to her ass, and then I massage her tits again—because I need to protect myself.
I’m guessing this is not proper procedure, but the whole time Donna’s moaning and my cock, which was already hard, is now threatening to break out of the prison of my dress pants.
“I thought you were here to search my cell. Not me.” Donna’s trying to sound pissed off, but she’s too turned on. No formal acting training.
I take her right wrist, hold it behind her back and lock the cuff around it. “I have to make sure you don’t have anything dangerous on you first. Since you’re such a bad girl.”
I take her left wrist and lock the other cuff on it. Then I grab her arm and spin her around.
“I’m innocent, you jackass,” she exhales. But she stares at me with dangerous, lust-filled eyes.
