My pulse is whipping as I struggle to pull air into my lungs, fear and confusion and an insane sense ofthrillshaking me so hard my teeth are chattering.
“S-stop… what are you d-doing?” I pant, peeking over my shoulder.
He holds my wrists together behind my back with one hand, stuffing my face back into the bed with the other. “Shh.”
He reaches underneath my dress and rips my panties off, tearing them apart as he does.
Oh God, oh fuck…
What is happening right now??
“No… Don’t do this,” I croak into the starchy fabric of the blanket. “P-please, Dash.”
“It’sOfficer, Inmate 101,” he growls, cupping my ass cheek in his hand.
Baffleddoesn’t even begin to describe how I’m feeling. This isfucking nuts.
He’s callingmeInmate 101…? As in… him?
I’m Dash…?
Which would mean he’s…
“Officer?” I gasp as he spits into his palm, and I gulp.
“I’m really going to enjoy this… Just so you know,” he rumbles, deep and throaty.
Completely different from the way he sounded only moments ago, when he didn’t know I was here. But then I revealed myself, and it was as if he shifted. From himself,Dash, to this whole other person…The Officer.
The Officer is aggressive, dominant… More confident than Dash, and apparently downright ravenous.
I’m quaking and squirming beneath his weight, attempting to buck him off.Sort of…
Truthfully, I’m not trying anywhere near as hard as I could to get him off of me. I’d like to think it’s because I’m a slut, and I’ve been slutting my way across this island for weeks, and across New York City for years before that. Sex has become one of the very few things that makes me feel like I own myself; my life, my… body.
But I don’t know if that’sreallywhy I’m not stopping him…
I’m not allowing this to happen simply because Dash is hot and I want to feel something. I think I’m also letting it happen because he doesn’t know who I am…
He’s not about to fuck Angel,orAri.
He’s fucking Dash.
In his mind, he’s an officer, and I’m the prisoner he wants. I almost have no choice but to let him do this.
It probably seems completely psychotic, but fuck it.
I want to feel what it’s like to be him.
Iwant to be Dash.
So I say what I think Dash would be saying in this situation. “No… please. I don’t… want to.”
“But this is whatIwant, Luscious,” he hums, pushing the slick head of his cock between my cheeks, rubbing it up and down over my hole.
I’m fuckingpurring, clenching in nerves while writhing into the bed. This is soveryfucked up. But it’s also throbbing me down to my core.
“Not… yet…”
