Flash Fiction – The Arrest


Allison sucked in her breath as the flashing blue lights filled her car. Feeling the anxiety swarm inside her, she nudged the car onto the side of the dirt road she’d been traveling and turned off the engine. She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one last time to make sure that everything was perfect and waited.

The officer cleared his throat to get her attention. She looked up at him shyly and tried to force a smile.

“License and registration, please.”

She handed it to him and in a shaking voice she asked, “Was I speeding, Officer?”

He gave her a dark smile and her insides went to mush. He wasn’t supposed to smile, damn it. He knew the effect it had on her and she didn’t want to spoil the mood.

“Could you step out of the vehicle please, M’am?”

She opened the car door and carefully stepped out keeping her eyes on his as he took in the sight of her long legs in black thigh high stockings and short skirt. She heard him suck in his breath, trying to maintain a calm demeanor as she stood before him and waited further instructions.

“What seems to be the problem, Officer?”

“Ms. Stephens, I’m going to need you to put your hands on the hood of the car where I can see them.”

She complied with his orders feeling the tingling between her legs as she did. He’d never spoken to her like this before and it took her off guard how quickly she responded. He hadn’t even touched her. Yet.

“Do you have any weapons on you?”

“No, of course not, Officer,” she said. Her voice broke, betraying the emotions she held back.

“I’m going to have to do a search. Will you spread your legs apart for me, please?”

“Yes, Officer.”

The way her skirt clung tightly around her thighs made it difficult for her to open her legs very far. Ignoring this fact, he began slowly from her left ankle and smoothed his large, warm hands up the contours of her calf, stroking the back of her knee gently as he inched his way to her thigh and brushed the hem of her thigh high. She moaned softly. His hands were so large that he could practically circle her entire leg with one hand. He stopped at her inner thigh and then repeated the motion up her right leg making her squirm in eagerness for him. It drove her to madness that once again he stopped just below her sex. She was aching for him to touch her there.

“No fast moves, Ms. Stephens,” he said chuckling slightly. No doubt he could feel the desire radiating off her with each smooth touch of her skin.

He moved to her arms, even though she couldn’t possibly be concealing anything under her light, short-sleeve blouse, he still ran his hands up the length of her arms to her shoulder. She arched her back as he continued down her back and then back up to her breasts. He held their weight in both of his hands, leaning over her slightly so that she could feel the outline of his arousal through his pants. Oh god, how she wanted him. The anticipation was killing her.

“You’re definitely under arrest, Ms. Stephens,” he whispered against her ear. He brushed his lips against her neck and then suddenly, he was standing away from her leaving her with the burning longing to be close.

She tried to glance behind her but with the palm of his hand, he pinned her down against the hood of her car. The sudden force caught her off guard and she panted breathless as her hair fell down around her face. He yanked each of her arms behind her back and slapped on the handcuffs in a single click.

Her sex instantly responded and her breath caught.

The officer’s hands moved down her legs again but he was significantly less gentle. With rough handling, he tugged the skirt up over her hips exposing her black lace panties to anyone that might happen by. He stepped inward using his leg to nudge her legs apart as he leaned in to work his way up the front of her silk blouse, exposing her chest to the cold metal of the car one button at a time from bottom to top. He pulled her blouse away as much as the handcuffs would allow and unhooked the matching black lace bra. Instantly, his hands were on her breasts again, kneading and pinching her nipples while he kissed the back of her neck and her ear.

“Ms. Stephens,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust, “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

“Yes, Officer.”

“There is quite a large fine for naughty girls, you know.”

“Of course, Officer. Very large.”

She felt his hands on her backside and she squirmed a little under the weight of them pushing down against her, pretending to deny him her punishment.

“No exceptions.”

There was little she could do with her hands securely fastened behind her so she waited as he pulled down her panties, deliberately taking his time as he exposed her to the world.

“What if a car goes by, Officer?”

“They will get quite a view then, won’t they, Ms. Stephens?”

“Yes, Officer.”

“If you resist arrest, you’ll only make it harder on yourself,” he warned as she struggled a little underneath him.

She heard the sound of his zipper as he tugged free.

“Here, Officer?” she moaned in desperation.

“Oh yes.”

Without hesitation, he was inside her and she had no choice but to take all of him, pressing back against him as her juices ran the length of her thigh.

Sex with Damien was good but this was taking it to new heights.

If his moans and sighs were anything to go by, he was enjoying it just as much. He continued to press into her, pulling out slightly and pressing in deeper still as he massaged her breasts. She moaned into the hood of her car as the first hints of orgasm began to build inside her threatening to take her over the edge too quickly.

In and out, he continued to plunder her until finally she felt him thicken and release into her with a jolt. She shuddered and let her own orgasm overwhelm her senses, no longer caring who happened to see them. He collapsed over her on the hood of her car, his breaths ragged in her ear.

“I’m going to let you go with a warning this time,” he whispered into her ear, “but next time you won’t get away so lucky.”

“Next time…” She let her thoughts trail off as he moved away and replaced his pants. He helped her to her stand and fished out the key to the handcuffs but hesitated before unlocking her.

“Maybe I’ll bring these home with me tonight.” He flashed another of those devilish smiles that made her insides melt.

“Yes, Officer. I agree you should.”


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