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Black smoke flew into the wispy sky, curling into the stars, the fire coming from the upstairs of your house unrelenting. As soon as you dashed out into the dark night and fell to the hard ground, dirt smearing your hands, the police sirens blared in your ears, as bad as a kid with a kazoo, as loud as some stupid vocal warm-up.
You choked on the sulfur in the air as tears blurred your vision, dripping onto the earth. You only knew one thing—you would be punished for this, the body of your best friend remaining upstairs, though it was all a freak accident.
The cop cars began to roll up, and black boots hit the ground hard before a few faces appeared before you. One female officer with marshy hazel eyes and a smattering of freckles struck you the most. She seemed young, in her early twenties.
“Alright. Ten-twenty-three, over,” she spoke into a radio before sliding it back into her belt. It held various staple police items, including a taser, a couple of pairs of handcuffs, a flashlight, and a dark switchblade.
But what you eyed was the gun. Your mind jumped immediately to your inexplicable death.
The officer nodded to her coworkers and turned to you, stepping closer. You got up and dusted yourself off. Your throat closed in fear. Like anybody, you’d only come into contact with the cops when someone else had done something wrong. Not you.
“Officer Williams,” she sighed, introducing herself. She kept her auburn hair tied back with a few loose strands to frame her face. “Can you tell me what happened here?"
“My best friend is dead upstairs.” Okay, great start.
You began to give Officer Williams the lowdown. A freak electrical fire led to a supposed arson charge. None of this was your fault! But would she believe you?
“Thank you for the information, Miss."
“Am I good to go? Will you guys take me somewhere—” you pleaded, heart hammering.
“Well…”
She had this sweet, low voice, almost raspy in nature as she delivered the news.
“You’re gonna have to come with me. Turn around.”
Before you could heed, her practiced hands pressed into your shoulder blades and spun you around. You heard the handcuffs clank as she tightened them up around your wrists.
The other officers waited for the fire department while Williams stayed with you. The cold metal on your arms matched the chill of the air. You panicked, shivering, waiting for the warmth of the cop car to bring you to some kind of salvation.
“Yeah,” she breathed almost in satisfaction, eyeing you as she shuffled you up to the car. “Good. Okay. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law, etcetera…”
She skipped most of the whole spiel as if already knowing you were innocent. Or guilty.
“Come on. And, down you go."
You slid into the backseat, and immediately that black mesh swept down in front of you. You couldn’t tell who was driving as the doors slammed shut and the car was put in drive. All you knew was that this was a journey that had you bracing for the destination.
You finally arrived at the station. The sterile environment did nothing to calm your nerves as a faceless officer pulled you through into the interrogation room.
Undoubtedly, it was a solid gray mass of fear, a conglomerate of years of real criminals mentally breaking down.
Placed in an uncomfortable chair, you stared at that spotless dark floor, hoping for anything to stare at, even grout between the tiles, but there was nothing.
“Okay. Miss…” You jumped, although her voice was the least bit startling. It was that voice.
“Officer Will–”
“Ellie,” she almost smiled. “Ellie.”
“Aren’t you not supposed to say that?” You asked, voice trembling.
“Hm.” The officer shrugged, still in uniform.
“So. This is the part where I'm supposed to scare you, I guess. It's not uncommon for even innocent people to be afraid of cops, though I'm not sure I'm that threatening,” Officer Williams—Ellie—simpered.
You noticed she fidgeted with her hands a bit, lacing her fingers together back and forth. Her sleeve rolled up a bit, revealing an arm tattoo of a moth and a type of plant you couldn't make out from what you could see. It stretched toward her hand.
“What do you mean, scare me?"
“I dunno. What do you think?” You heard the question in her tone as you stared at the camera in the corner that appeared to be… off.
“Um, isn't there supposed to be a camera?"
“Oh. That. It's broken, you know."
“Okay?” You could have been on a reality show for all you knew.
“Just tell me if you're innocent or not, because I know you're guilty of one thing."
It was hard to believe your best friend was dead, choking on smoke. You couldn't get her out in time. You felt tears well up again thinking about it; god, was this your fa–
“Staring at me."
“What?” You took in a breath. “Isn't that a bit… unprofessional?"
“Well, sweetheart, I'm a bit of an unconventional officer.”
A pause included a bit of a flush to heat your cheeks. This was definitely not how things were meant to go in this situation.
“And I know you're innocent. You've done nothing. But… I know they’ll try to jail you anyway. The justice system's fucked like that," Ellie swore, leaning back in her chair.
“You're the only suspect.” She eyed you again, noticing your blush with those hazel eyes, specks of green and brown flickering with something dark from across the table.
“I guess…” your voice quieted. “How are you going to ask me questions— uh— Ellie?” You didn't like the way you called a cop by her first name. But it was a pretty name. A fitting one.
“I have a way of getting you out of this,” Ellie offered. She sat with a spread of her legs, leaned back in her chair as if it were the most comfortable position to be in.
“But I have to ask you something first….” She used your name with ease—just your last name.
“Do I make you nervous?” she smirked.
“What? I mean, sure, you're an officer, and I'm practically done for—”
“No, I mean a different kind of nervousness. It seems like you like it.”
“Huh?” you almost yelled. What was going on?
“Don't play coy with me. I can do anything to you, you know. I can lock you up for years,” she threatened.
"So, tell me."
She was dead serious.
“I don't like anything, but I—guess you're an attractive lady…” you fumbled.
She chuckled. Jesus, the sound made your insides weak. You felt this sort of unrelenting desire in your stomach, churning with warmth, so wrong.
“Thanks.” She grinned. “Now let me take those cuffs off.”
Right. They were still on you. And, not to mention, you still wore your dainty little nightgown.
“Unless you like it too, hey, I won't judge,” she threw her hands up.
“Stop it,” you grumbled.
“Just tell me if I'm free to go or not!” You struggled in the cuffs with a grunt.
“It's more fun watching you squirm.”
Face hot, heart pounding, you met her arrogant gaze.
“Tell me what I have to do.”
The only sound was that of the freezing air conditioner chattering.
“Mm. Okay.” She stretched her arms up like she was in a business meeting.
“You can start…” She smiled, close-mouthed. “By getting on your knees. Let me get those off of you.”
You held back a gasp, breath heaving, body trembling. “Are you serious?” You asked, feverish, starved for any chance of relief from getting out of here, or, maybe, something else.
“You'll see if I'm serious or not,” Ellie rasped, and you bit your tongue instantly, a tiny whimper leaving you.
Ellie managed a shit-faced grin. She couldn’t believe she’d found such a perfect little criminal, one so strangely beautiful in a doe-like way in a goddamn thin, white nightgown.
The way your gaze glossed over with sheer attraction got her high every second you struggled to stare into her eyes. She paced to get behind you and the chair, crouching down to undo your cuffs that’d left marks on your tender wrists.
As she reached for her belt to take out the key, you couldn’t help but notice the way her warmth and breath stuttered along the back of your neck, sending pinpricks of heat through you. Something was getting her riled up.
You realized you weren’t utterly stupid. Even if you were to run as soon as your hands were free, the door was locked from the outside. You’d need a key. Her key.
The second your hands were freed and her nimble fingers moved to put the cuffs back on her belt, you took a chance. You whipped around, swiped your hand across her belt, and picked the first and only key you saw, your eyes locked onto the shiny metal.
Ellie shot up and shoved you down, your knees slamming against the cold tile, a feeble exclamation erupting from your throat.
You were mistaken for even trying.
“Don’t even try to fuck with me.” Her voice was like velvet. “You’re going to regret it.”
Paralyzed, you remained to the ground, unable to resist her unforgiving stare.
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned about being an officer, it’s that the guilty must obey. They always do. But you… just tried to test me.”
“And you know what I do to suspects who test me? I give them an answer.”
A long beat.
“And that answer is to listen.”
“Fuck you,” you gasped. Your muscles ached like hell.
“Watch your mouth.”
“I'm not trying to go to prison!” You snapped— yet, on the cold ground, you felt a sense of belonging. You earned that spot.
“Sweetheart…” Officer Williams, Ellie, whoever this strange woman was who was perpetrating you, took two of her fingers and lifted your chin.
“You won't. So long as you do me a little favor.”
Nauseating lust coursed through you as her warmth hit you. You felt it pulsing, your heartbeat rapid, pooling between your thighs. You couldn't help it anymore. Fuck, she was intoxicating. You only knew two things—- one, that your best friend was dead. And two— It didn't matter what would happen in the morning.
You were going to hell anyway.
You bowed your head. It was useless to cry. The floor was slick with the sweat emanating off of your skin.
“What's got you worked up, huh?” She whispered in the freezing, dark room, and not a soul would stop to listen.
She knew exactly what was working you up.
“Is it the fact that you realized no matter which way you slice this, you have to submit?”
“To me?” She grinned with her stupid perfect teeth.
You bit your lip hard enough to gather some metallic blood across your tongue.
“If I’m not mistaken,” Ellie began. You closed your eyes and wished to disappear.
“You've got a little charge on your hands. But, I can make it all go away… give you some— relief. If you know what I mean,” she smiled. The way she phrased it was so humiliating— butterflies ate at your stomach. It hurt.
“You…” you managed. “You—”
She waited.
“You're terrible,” you spat. ”But against my better judgement…”
You gazed up at her once more. Her auburn hair had fallen out of its updo at the back and left it to fall at her shoulders.
“I'm asking for it. I want this,” you breathed, body trembling with longing.
“Say it again,” she ordered. “Tell me, ‘Officer, please let me do this for you,’” she rehearsed.
So this was a total power trip! She was insane! But— the adrenaline was so rich, so powerful in all of your senses, the way your head and below your waist ached with it hard to deny.
“Officer….” you managed. “Please let me do this for you.”
Ellie smirked.
And, she undid her heavy belt, removing it slowly as she set it on the ground, leaving her in her dark pants. Your throat went dry.
“Good. Glad you can consent. It’s against the law to take advantage of someone, you know,” she chuckled as dark as the way she glared down at you.
“Now. Up on the table, baby.” She said ‘baby’ like you weren't total strangers—it brought an intangible sting to your chest. But your heart pumped hard, craving her touch.
You stood, seeing stars as you did; all the blood rushing to your head. The room was a dark blue blur.
“I see we're having trouble. Okay.”
Her firm hands gripped your waist and you shivered. “And, up you go,” she whispered just as she had before you were shoved into the cop car.
She placed you on the table so your back met the smooth wood. The ceiling lights drilled into your eyes.
“So responsive… I can't fucking wait to see how you'll react to—”
“What?”
“Patient,” she advised. She leaned over you, arms boxing you in, one inked with her tattoo.
“Let's see what we're working with… you're a guilty little thing, aren't you. I want to feel how fucking wet you are,” she rasped as you resisted a pathetic whimper. You were in too deep. You wondered how you'd look back at this— But, god, it felt good at the moment.
Her eyes bored into yours as she began to hike up your white gown, hands roaming along your warm thighs. She careened in, her breath catching as she caught your scent—so pitiful. White panties were revealed and she chuckled, low against your neck.
“Matching, huh. Did you want to get fucked tonight?” She joked. You huffed, already panting.
“Please, don't tease me, officer…” you whined.
“Mm, needy girl,” she said, soft as summer rain. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
Her soft tongue found its way to your inner thighs, licking a stripe along them as your eyes squeezed shut. Her veined hand snaked up, and up, until you moaned feeling the high-pitched sensation of her strong fingers working at your swollen clit.
Ellie took her time, her warm breath across your body, sliding the nightgown up and over your head to reveal your gentle skin. She unhooked your bra with ease and took in the sight of your chest before rubbing at one of your nipples between her fingers, causing a soft whimper to leave your lips.
“Are you ready?” She hushed, unbuttoning her uniform as her toned stomach was revealed, hips slim, obviously worked out at the gym. Your face burned. She unzipped her work pants, showing gray boxer briefs that admittedly had a little wet spot on them. Damn. What you noticed was a bulge in them– wait—-what?
“Yes, officer,” you whispered.
She slid them down, and down, until you saw what was between her thighs: a thick, dark strap with a little button on the top.
“I—-” Your eyes grew wide.
“Shh… shut up. Just enjoy this.”
Your breath hitched, panting. You craved to have her take you, fuck you senseless. A bit of sweat across her forehead, she furrowed her brows. As she aligned the silicone up with your aching pussy and gently pushed in, you groaned and would've tossed your head back if you weren't already on the table. She filled you already, the thickness imminent, stretching you.
“Come on,” she whispered. “No one can hear you, baby.”
You whined, inhibitions lost as she thrust into your dripping hole further, throbbing, clenching around the strap.
“Officer, I don't think it'll fit…!”
“Oh, goddamn,” she panted. “Fuck. I’ll make it,” she groaned, clicking a button at the top that made it vibrate steadily, stimulating her and you as she started to rock her hips up, the strap heavy, everything in you ablaze.
“Arch your back, baby. Let me take you.”
You did as you were told with a languid cry of ecstasy as the tip of the strap hit your sweet spot, your vision blurry. She started to push in and out, hands set on the table to steady herself as you whined and moaned incoherent curses of her name, over and over again.
Ellie sighed. “Hah… come on… so fucking tight…”
“Officer!”
As she fucked you faster, the toy began to vibrate with more and more intensity, causing you both to lose it a little and moan out in pleasure.
“Yeah, yeah,” the officer panted. “You gonna cum for me?”
“I— ah! I'm—”
“You're a filthy little criminal,” she heaved. “Do you know what they'd do if they found out you let me do this?”
She said it as if it was your fault in the first place. But you didn't even care. You just focused on how this was the best penetration you'd ever felt in your life. What a thrill.
“Fuck, officer!”
“Say my name, sweetheart,” she gasped as she got closer and closer to orgasm.
“Ellie, god,” you groaned. “Give it to me!”
And, you finally felt that coil in your stomach break, writhing and trembling as your release hit you hard, legs quivering, crying out softer and softer until it dissolved into little whimpers, your soaked panties still around your ankles, Ellie needing to compose herself as she came with a loud whine.
“Mm… hah…” she sighed. “Good fucking girl.”
By the time you separated yourselves from each other, both panting, you could barely gaze into her eyes that'd fogged over.
“Officer… Ellie…”
“Mhm?”
“Will we get in further trouble for this?”
“Baby, if anything, I'm the one getting arrested,” she chuckled as she shoved her uniform back on.
“But, yes—- you're free to go.”