Busted

by Olivia T. Turner

  She pushes her delicious ass out a little more and I can’t help but think that she likes having my hands on her.

  I hope she does because I’m doing it all over again on her other leg. I start at her ankles and slowly work my way up to the crease where her ass meets her leg. This time my finger grazes her pussy over her shorts and she lets out a little moan.

  “Keep your head down,” I grunt as I lift my finger to my nose. I smell the faintest scent of her cunt and my head starts spinning.

  I continue the pat-down, feeling her slim waist and round ass. She lets out another moan as I pat my way up her ribs all the way to her breasts. I slide them around the bottom of her curves, letting my fingers graze her perky tits.

  I can’t help but wonder if her nipples are hard. Are they aching as much as my cock is?

  Next, I slide my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, feeling how soft and warm her skin is. I want to be naked on top of her, pressing our bodies together.

  There’s no way she’s hiding weapons or drugs in her hair, but I have to touch it. I slide my hands in and massage her head. She closes her eyes and moans as I glide my fingers through her brown hair, smelling the coconut smell of her shampoo.

  Her back arches just enough for her ass to hit my body. Her cheeks graze against my hard cock and I nearly cum on the spot.

  This girl was caught driving the car of a known felon. She’s fucked and she’s all mine.

  I can do whatever I want to her.

  She gasps when I take her hand and slap my handcuffs on her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks when I cuff her other wrist. She turns around and looks at me with her eyes pleading.

  I’m not going to arrest her. I just don’t want her getting away.

  That’s what I fear most now: losing her.

  There’s no way I would bring this angel to prison. I’ll deal with her punishment.

  “He’s my boss,” she says with her voice racing. “He made me drive this car to Miami for work. I didn’t know he was wanted for something!”

  “Why is the trunk sealed?” I ask, ignoring her pleas and explanations.

  “I don’t know!”

  “Open it.”

  Her cheeks go red. “I can’t.”

  “I’m getting in that trunk, jailbait,” I say as my eyes drop down to her ass. “Stay right there.”

  I keep my eyes on her as I walk to my trunk. I don’t like being this far from her. I should have cuffed her to my wrist instead.

  I grab the crowbar inside and walk back to the trunk. I catch her looking at my thick forearms and licking her lips. My arms and chest are covered in tattoos and I don’t look like your regular down the street cop.

  I look rough. Mean. I look like I should be the one going behind the bars rather than shoving people behind them.

  I wonder what she’s thinking. I want to know every thought that goes through her head. I want to know everything about her.

  Her breathing picks up as I squeeze the crowbar and jam it into the trunk. It’s been welded shut, but it only takes one jerk of my big arms to pry it open.

  The trunk flies up and I let out a long whistling breath when I see what’s inside.

  At least fifty kilos of raw uncut cocaine.

  Chapter Three

  Mindy

  “That’s not mine!” I shout.

  I’m seriously freaking out. My hands are in cuffs and the scary police officer is staring down at me as I look at the mountain of cocaine packets in the trunk.

  I’m going to jail forever. I’m so fucked.

  A kid who I went to high school with got two years behind bars because he had a bag of weed on him one time. I have six months of Colombia’s cocaine production in my trunk!

  This is so bad.

  “It’s not mine,” I say as I look up at the cop. “You have to believe me.”

  His face is all hard and scary looking as he looks at me from behind his aviator glasses. I can’t see his eyes. All I can see is my scared reflection looking back at me in the mirrored lenses.

  He’s terrifying, but for some reason, I feel like he might go easy on me. Like he feels something.

  When he had his big rough hands on me, patting me down, searching me, I was tingling all over. My body reacted to him even though my mind was terrified. I was getting so wet as I felt his power.

  The man is huge and looks so dangerous.

  Maybe it’s that he has power over me that’s a turn on, or maybe I’m just looking for someone who’s even more of a badass than Shrek who can protect me.

  It doesn’t help that I’ve always been a sucker for a man in uniform.

  “I don’t know how this got in the car,” I say, feeling the panic take over. I don’t want to go to jail. I don’t want to have a criminal record. “It’s my boss’ car. I was just driving it.”

  The tears start coming out fast and hot. I can’t hold them back.

  The officer gently wipes my tears away with his thumb. I watch with my heart thumping as he then puts it to his lips and tastes them.

  “You’re fucked, jailbait,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

  More tears start pouring out. My life wasn’t supposed to go this way.

  I was supposed to meet a nice man, a good man. I was supposed to get married and have a ton of babies and be happy. Now, it’s all gone down the toilet.

  “You have about fifty kilos of coke in here,” he says as he looks it over. “That’s forty years to life.”

  I start to hyperventilate and my legs go all wobbly.

  “Life in a federal penitentiary,” he says as he watches me. “You’ll die in a prison cell.”

  My legs give out and I drop to my knees. The rough pavement scratches them up, but I don’t care. I’m eighteen years old and will spend the next eighty years of my life in prison, if I survive that long.

  Eighty years! Behind bars…

  My head drops down and my chin sinks into my chest. I should just run onto the highway into the oncoming traffic and end it now.

  The officer squats down and takes my chin in his big hand. He practically swallows it in his huge palm and thick fingers. He gently raises it until I’m looking at him through my wet blurry eyes.

  “Do you have any idea what’s going to happen to your sweet young ass in prison?” he asks.

  I swallow hard as he slides his hand down my back. He doesn’t stop until his big hand grips my ass cheek.

  My pussy pulses and throbs as his big hand swallows my whole cheek. I’m in such a serious situation here and I need to focus, but it’s so hard with his fingertip ending dangerously close to my aching pussy lips.

  There’s something about this man…

  “The guards and the other convicts will fight each other to jump on your fresh tight meat.” His body flexes and his hand tightens possessively on my ass. “I won’t allow that, jailbait. I’m not going to let anything happen to this sweet ass.”

  My mouth drops. “What are you… saying?”

  He pulls his hand away and stands up.

  I’m still on my knees in front of him and when I look up, I see that he’s rock hard.

  My mouth waters as I stare at the long hard shape of his cock. It’s pressing against the inside of his pants like it’s desperately trying to rip through the fabric.

  This man radiates power and authority. His gun is strapped to his waist. His shiny golden badge is displayed proudly on his wide muscular chest.

  His tattoos start on the back of his hands and continue up under the sleeves of his blue shirt. His sunglasses are still on. I still haven’t seen his eyes yet.

  “I won’t send you to jail.”

  His words thunder through my head. My mouth drops as I look up at him. Shock and confusion permeate every cell in my body.

  “You won’t?”

  He shakes his head. “No. But you still need to be punished.”

  I gulp as I look up at him.

  “I’ll punish you. My way.�
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  My heart is pounding and I’m trying to figure out what that means when he slams the trunk closed. He grabs his crowbar with one hand and lifts me up with the other.

  It’s only when I see his big hand wrapped around my arm that I truly see the size difference between us. This man could crush me with his hands if he wanted to. He’s already broken me with just one look.

  He helps me to my feet and I can’t look away. I’m staring at him in shock and disbelief.

  “Get back in the car,” he says. “Follow me closely.”

  My skin is tingling all over as I listen to his gravely voice barking commands.

  “Don’t even think about trying to get away. I’ll find you wherever you go, jailbait. And believe me, I won’t go easy on you if you try to run from me.”

  I’d never run from you.

  The thought just pops into my head, but I know that it’s true.

  “Understand me?”

  I clear my throat as I nod my head. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  He takes the handcuffs off me, turns and gets back into his car without another word. There’s a strong fluttering in my belly as I walk back to my car. I get in and start it with my head swirling. This is unreal…

  The officer pulls out behind me and turns his lights back on. He slows as he passes me, waving for me to follow him as I stare in stunned disbelief.

  Somehow, my hands and feet take over, and I start the car and follow him. We drive for about twenty minutes. Mostly on the highway, then down some dirt roads that are lined by forests and the occasional rundown house.

  Eventually, we arrive in front of a huge chainlink fence. Sweat starts to bead on my temples as I watch the officer step out of his car. He looks at me for a few seconds then goes to the huge gate and opens it. I follow him inside.

  We drive for another few minutes over the rough ground until he stops.

  “Where are we?” I ask when he comes to my window.

  “Out of the car,” he says. “Grab your purse.”

  I grab it and quickly hop out of the car. It’s then that I see the huge hole in the ground. It’s the size of a baseball diamond.

  “A sinkhole,” he says when he sees where I’m looking. “Otherwise known as a problem solver.”

  I’m fidgeting with my sweaty hands as I watch him duck into my car. The handle of his gun is sticking out of the holster and I know I could grab it, shoot him in the back of the head, and throw him into the sinkhole and make all of my problems disappear, but I just hold my hands a little tighter instead.

  He puts Shrek’s car into neutral and then walks to the back of it. With two hands on the trunk, he starts pushing it toward the hole.

  I watch with my breath caught in my throat as it gets closer and closer. With a grunt, he pushes it one last time. It teeters over the edge and then disappears below.

  It takes eight long seconds before I hear the faint sound of it hitting the bottom.

  It’s gone for good now. Nobody will ever find it.

  I can’t believe that he did that for me. He could go to jail for that.

  My eyes are locked on his giant frame as he walks back over. I’ve never seen a sexier man. I want his hands back on me. I want to find out what he meant when he said he was going to punish me. I want to find out now.

  He stops in front of me and I can’t help myself. I reach up and take off his mirrored aviator glasses. I have to see his eyes.

  They’re dark and fierce, just like him.

  It feels like they’re penetrating me with the way he’s staring down at me with such intensity. I feel naked in front of him. I feel like I’m being seen for the first time in a long time. I’m feeling wave after wave of intense emotion.

  “Why did you do that for me?” I ask.

  “Not for you, jailbait,” he answers in a deep rough voice. “I did it for me.”

  I swallow hard as he takes the handcuffs off his belt.

  “Your punishment begins now.”

  Chapter Four

  Owen

  I feel better when the handcuff locks around her wrist.

  My obsession with this brown-haired goddess is fully developed now and just the thought of her escaping gives me the chills.

  I’m not taking any chances with her.

  I hold onto the other end of the chain. I’m not sure if I’ll ever let it go.

  “What’s your name?” she asks. She hasn’t stopped staring into my eyes. It’s like she’s as captivated by them as much as I am by hers. That’s crazy. I know it’s impossible. Girls never have that reaction with me. I think I scare them. I intimidate them. My mother always told me to smile more, but it wasn’t something that ever came naturally to me.

  “Officer Hardin,” I tell her.

  “What’s your first name?”

  I clear my throat. No one has ever asked me that on the job before. “Owen.”

  “Owen Hardin,” she whispers, looking like she’s testing how it feels on her tongue. “Isn’t what you did with the car illegal?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you could go to jail?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then, why did you do it?”

  Because I’m not ready to let you go.

  She just stares at me, waiting for my answer.

  Christ, those eyes… that look… It’s going to be the end of me.

  How do I tell her that I need her?

  That I can’t live without her?

  That I’d gladly spend the rest of my life in prison, surrounded by the men I’ve committed my life to put away, just for a taste of her sweetness?

  Just for a feel of how soft and tight her young cunt is?

  I could spend the rest of my life in solitary confinement, remembering the delicious taste of her ripe juicy pussy and I’d be the happiest man on the planet.

  I’d have a smile from ear to fucking ear.

  “Why did I do it, you ask?”

  She holds her sweet breath as I run a hand through my wavy dark hair.

  “My parents died when I was seventeen. Murdered in a home invasion.”

  “Oh my God,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

  “I was asleep at a friend’s house. After it was all over, I just wanted to kill. Anyone that ever hurt another person. I wanted them dead. But no matter how I look, I’m not a bad guy. I just wanted to hurt the assholes who prey on the innocent. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Death and destruction. But, when I saw you…”

  I can’t go on. She leans forward and tilts her chin up. There’s a softness in her blue eyes that I want to protect. That I want to cherish. I want to take the life of anyone who tries to steal that innocence from her.

  “When I saw you,” I continue, “a touch of the darkness in me dissipated. For once, I wanted more than revenge. I wanted love. I wanted you.”

  Oh God. I’ve said too much. I got carried away under her angelic gaze.

  It’s not like me to open up and feel so vulnerable. I don’t like it. It’s terrifying.

  I’ve never even told anyone on the force that my parents were murdered. They think they live in Vermont.

  My chest tightens as I expect her to laugh. I expect her to spit in my face and reject me. I expect her to run.

  But she doesn’t. She doesn’t do any of those things.

  She just watches me with a calmness in her eyes as my heart pounds.

  After a long moment, she looks down at the handcuff on her wrist and I suddenly hate myself. I’m a Neanderthal in a uniform. How could I handcuff this sweet thing?

  But how can I let her go?

  “So, what happens now?” she asks.

  I clear my throat. “Now, we go.”

  She doesn’t say a word as I lead her to the car. I open the back door and guide her in, placing my hand on her lower back as she gets inside. Her shirt is damp and a sudden urge to rip it off flashes through my mind. I squeeze my eyes shut and close the door instead.

  We drive in silence for a l
ong time. Until we’re off the private property and I close the gates once again.

  When we’re back on the secluded road, I look at her through the rearview mirror. Her head is turned and I’m admiring how beautiful her side profile is. I’m wondering what she’s thinking as she watches the trees whizz by. Is she thinking of me? Is she thinking of another man?

  I squeeze the steering wheel and grit my teeth with that thought.

  Finally, her head turns and we make eye contact through the rearview mirror. We look at each other for a long moment until I’m forced to turn back to the road.

  “Are you taking me to jail?” she asks.

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “The police station?”

  “No.”

  “Then… where?”

  I don’t answer her.

  “Can I call my lawyer?”

  “You don’t need a lawyer where we’re going.”

  “Which is…”

  I suck in a deep breath. She’ll find out soon enough.

  “A hotel.”

  Her eyes dart up to mine. They’re wider than they were before.

  “Does that scare you?”

  She swallows as she stares at me. “No.” Her voice is small and timid. Like a little mouse. It’s not very convincing.

  “It’s for your own good, jailbait. You need to be punished.”

  She nervously bites at her bottom lip.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask.

  She nods.

  “Why?”

  She takes a few seconds to think about it, but when she answers, her face softens and the nervousness is gone.

  “I don’t know. But I do. Maybe I see the good in you that’s trying to crawl out of the darkness. Or, maybe it’s just Stockholm Syndrome.” She laughs.

  “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

  Our eyes meet.

  “I know.”

  A few minutes later, we arrive at the hotel. A clean yet discreet place where I can take my time with this young beauty.