The frigid cold bites at my skin, goes straight through to my bones. But it’s the unknown that truly chills me to the core. I thoroughly explore my surroundings, the cold stone walls, the damp ground beneath. I am in a basement. My captor watches me; his presence as chilling as the cold.
I turn my attention to him, trying to analyze him. His tall figure, his jet-black hair, his piercing blue eyes. The way his gaze lingers on my body fill me with dread.
“Talk to me,” I implore, my voice a croak.
He doesn’t respond; instead, he takes a step closer. He unzips his jacket slowly, deliberately. He unveils a badge, a police badge.
“You’re one of them? You’re supposed to protect me,” I scream, fear elevating my voice to a shrill pitch.
He takes a step further, his hand reaching towards me. I recoil but the ropes holding me captive don’t allow much movement.
“Please, don’t touch me,” I plead.
He ignores my request, trailing his fingers down the curve of my neck, along my collarbone and further down, tracing the outer edge of my bra.
“So scared, yet so aroused,” his voice is a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
His fingers move lower, grazing over my nipples. I gasp, trying to suppress the sudden rush of desire that floods me.
“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” he whispers, reaching behind me and unclasping my bra.
“No…no,” I cry out as he pulls the lace away from my body, exposing my breasts to his gaze.
He leans forward, his hot tongue licking around my nipple before taking it into his mouth. I gasp, my body betraying me as pleasure blooms in my belly.
“Tell me your name,” he murmurs, pulling away for a moment.
“Lily,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper.
“Pretty name, Lily,” he murmurs, moving to my other nipple and giving it the same treatment.
The room is filled with the wet sounds of him sucking and licking at my breasts, the scent of my arousal is heady. I can’t believe it, but I’m wet. He pulls away, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me towards him. I can feel his arousal through his pants, and I gasp as he reaches between us, cupping me through my panties.
“So wet,” he purrs, pulling my panties aside and sliding a finger into my folds. I cry out as he rubs at my clit, the sensation overwhelming.
“Is all this for me, Lily?” he asks, pushing a finger inside of me.
“Yes,” I cry out, my hips bucking as he fingers me harder, his thumb rubbing at my clit. He pulls away suddenly, leaving me panting and desperate for more.
He grins at me, before slowly lowering his head between my legs. I whimper as his tongue laps at my pussy, moaning as he sucks at my clit. I’m so close, so close…
He pulls away suddenly, leaving me whimpering and desperate. He stands up, leaving me aching and needy.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he growls, before thrusting into me.
I scream, pleasure and pain mingling together. He’s so big, so thick. He pulls out, before thrusting back in, harder this time. I moan, my body shaking. He feels so good.
His hands grip my waist tightly, as he begins to really fuck me. Each thrust is harder than the last, each one driving me higher and higher. The sounds of our moans and the slap of skin fill the room. I’m so close, so close…
He pulls out, flipping me over. I yelp as he slaps my ass, the sting spreading over my skin. He thrusts back into me, fucks me so hard I scream, my orgasm hitting me hard.
He groans, coming deep inside of me, leaving me filled with his seed. He pulls out, leaving me panting and needy on the cold, hard ground.
He smiles down at me, before standing up and dressing himself. He leaves the room without a word, leaving me tied up and used on the ground.
I don’t know how long I’ve been there when the doors burst open. Cops swarm the room, their eyes full of pity and disgust. One of them steps forward, his face pale.
“Lily? Oh, thank god we found you,” he breathes, before looking down at me with concern. “Are you…are you okay?”
I look up at him, remembering the man who just used me so thoroughly, the man who was supposed to protect me. I remember his badge, his uniform.
He was a cop.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie, giving him a small smile. But as the twist of reality hits me, I realize just how wrong it is. I’m not okay. The man who tied me up, who used me, was a cop. The very person who should protect me, was the one who hurt me.
I am not okay. The safe haven I’d thought I’d found was nothing more than a lie.