ARRESTED: A Stepbrother Cop Romance by Stephanie Brother Page B

a moan from my lips.
    He moves forward, forcing me to back up until the back
of my knees hit my bed. Anticipation sings through my fevered body. I want to
plead but I know that won’t make him go any faster.
    "Don't. We can't,” I say and his eyes meet mine,
fierce and demanding.
    "I know you want it. I can smell you. Your pussy
is so wet I’m going to be able to slip in there so easy. Dirty girls need their
punishment. And you're going to take yours like a good girl."
    A grin appears and my heart races. It’s what I wanted
to see that night by the side of the road. He’d tried so hard to hide it from
me, but he isn’t hiding now.
    I see him.
    It’s a strange realization. He needs to be in control
as much as I need to be controlled. I wonder what’s behind his proclivity. Is
it something from his childhood, too? I want to know everything. I want to see
inside his mind and his heart and have him know me the same way.
    With his body against mine, he lowers me to the
mattress trapping my handcuffed hands under me. The knot of my t-shirt pushes
into my back and I wriggle to get more comfortable.
    Lust fuels him as he starts at my ankles, dropping
kisses as he moves up my body. With a feather-light touch, he caresses the
trail his lips took. In places, it tickles, and I jerk away. In other places,
it sets me on fire,
    When he reaches my pussy I hold my breath. His soft
breath on my folds makes my clit pulse. Deft fingers part my lips exposing my
private place to him. I blush so hard, knowing he’s seeing me, smelling me,
about to taste me. When his tongue flicks over my sensitive clit I gasp and
raise my hips.
    Cory darts his tongue over and over in short fast
strokes. It feels so amazing that I moan and arch into his mouth. If my hands
were free I’d clutch him to my pussy and grind on his face until I came. All
the longing and pleasure has coiled up inside me.
    His tongue changes to circling my clit, barely
touching it but trailing lightly around and around. He gets achingly close to
the sweet spot but doesn't touch it. I arch, swivel my hips, anything to get
him to flick my clit again.
    He chuckles and pulls back, finger stroking the same
path his tongue took, just enough to make me writhe but not enough to make me
come.
    “You want it?” he asks with amusement.
    I shake my head. “NO.”
    Cory laughs. “I know you’re lying.” His finger follows
my labia downwards and rests at the entrance to my pussy. I swear, it actually
clenches as though it wants to draw him inside my body. Kitty’s hungry and she
knows what she wants.
    He doesn’t give it to her.
    Instead, he crawls up my body until he’s looming over
me, face so close to mine that we are breathing the same air. I feel his cock
dangling at the entrance to my pussy. So close but still a tease.
    “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His
eyes are cold like they were at the traffic stop. He’s keeping himself remote
from this, trying to maintain his hold over his emotions and physical
reactions.
    I shake my head and look at the wall.   He wants me to beg but I won’t.
    “Tell me,” he orders, gripping my jaw in his huge hand
and holding me so I can’t look away.
    “I don’t want you,” I say angrily. This is all part of
the game but it feels real now. I’m frustrated and he’s making me wait for my
pleasure.
    “Liar.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “You will, baby. Don’t worry. Unless you really mean
it. Do you really mean it, Allyson? Do you want to say the safe word?”
    I look up into his stone cold eyes and want to bite
him. I want him to feel pain. I want him to hurt as much as I do right now. I
could say ‘officer’ and all this would be over. I could relieve myself. My
trusty vibrator is currently stashed in the drawer next to the bed. I could
send him on his way with a rock hard dick and a few choice words burning his
ears. But I won’t because as much as I hate his teasing, I also love it.
    “Fuck me,” I say loudly.