Page 573 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 7

He spanked me. Not super hard. But not gently, either. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yessir,” he corrected and spanked me again.

“Yes sir,” I said. But it came out as more of a moan.Since when am I into spanking?

“Good girl,” he said, gently caressing the spot he just struck. And then I felt the cold metal of his nightstick again.

Is he gonna beat me with his nightstick!?

He traced the stick across my ass and hooked it under the band of my thong. One yank was all it took for him to snap the elastic. My ruined thong slid down my thighs and pooled around my heels.

I didn’t know what a strip search was supposed to be like, but if they were always this sexy, then I really needed to look into doing some casual terrorism or something.

Officer Ironside tapped his nightstick against the inside of my thighs, forcing me to spread my legs further. I saved him some trouble and arched my back too.

I shivered as a gust of wind blew over my exposed bits.Oh my God. What am I doing?!The wind was a nice little reminderthat I was outside. On the side of a road. A public road. Where anyone could drive by.

I stared to panic, but the nightstick was back on my thighs. Going up. And up. And up…

He’s really going to fuck me with it.And I’d never wanted anything so bad in my entire life.

After hours of excruciating horniness, the cold metal nightstick brushing against my clit wasalmostenough to send me over the edge. He dragged it backwards and pushed slightly, forcing the tip of the stick into me.

“Oh God,” I moaned. I arched my back more and thrust my hips backwards as much as my current position would allow. I’d never felt anything like this. It was so much thicker than Joe had been… Pain shot through me as it stretched my walls. But that pain was quickly replaced with pleasure.

My body had never felt so alive. The cold metal car on my breasts. The cuffs cutting into my wrists. The wind blowing on my naked skin. The thick nightstick plunging ever deeper…

He was going too slow though. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed all of it. Every. Last. Inch.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I need more.” I was so close.

He smacked my ass with one hand as he pushed the nightstick deeper with the other. And then he went faster. And faster.God.Every stroke brought me closer.

“What the fuck?!” yelled Cole.

Oh fuck.I’d forgotten that Cole had been sitting in the car this whole time. Hell, I’d forgotten about everything that wasn’t in direct contact with my body.

“Freeze!” replied Officer Ironside.

I looked back as he pulled the nightstick out of me. He’d already drawn his taser on Cole with his other hand.

“What the fuck?” yelled Cole again.

“Sir, calm down. This is a standard strip search.”

Cole balled his fists. “Bullshit. You were fucking her with your nightstick, you sick fuck.” He turned to me. “Raven, did this asshole hurt you?”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I asked him to do it.”

“You what?!”

“He said we could either go to jail now, or I could take the punishment.” I bit my lip. “I chose the punishment.”

Cole’s eyes got big.

Officer Ironside stepped towards Cole. “I’m only going to ask you one more time. Get back in the car.”