STORY EXCERPT

Jill smiled and pulled her top back up. She’d forgotten how much satisfaction it brought her to please him. Still, it was time to get down to business. “Now will you sign the divorce papers?”

Ben gaped at her for a moment and a fleeting shock passed through his alluring eyes as if he didn’t believe what he just heard. His expression became cold and calculating. “I didn’t say I’d sign the papers if you gave me head. My dick just hurt from looking at you in those slutty pajamas, so I needed some relief.”

Her jaw dropped and she jumped to her feet. “You pig! I sucked you off. Now give me what I want.”

“But see that would make you a whore, and I can’t compromise your honor like that,” he quipped. “Just know that I have a few things I need done and if you do them right and without complaining, it will buy my silence. See, that way I’m the scoundrel accepting a bribe instead of you being a hooker.”

“You bastard!” She pounded against the sturdy wall of his chest. “I won’t sleep with you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I just want you to run a few errands for me. My dogs need a bath, and I expect some homemade meals and a clean house when I come home each night.”

She screeched at him and slapped him, but rather than acting pissed he seemed entertained by her fury with him. “I’m not your stupid little housewife anymore. I’m a strong, independent woman, and I mean to stay that way.”

“Well, Jill”—he pulled out his cell phone and dialed—“if that’s the way you feel.” He smiled. “It’s ringing. I wonder how he’ll take the news. Should I mention that you sucked my cock, too?”

“Stop!” She tried to grab the phone from him, but Ben was way too tall. “All right, I’ll do it! Just hang up.”

He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket with an irritating smile. “That’s more like it.”

She felt a hot flash and a tiny shiver when he cupped her cheek and caressed her there.

“You’ll learn to be a good, submissive little wife,” he vowed in a hushed timbre.

Jill burned with anger and slapped his hand away. “Fuck you! I’m not going to submit to you. I came here for a divorce, and I’m not leaving until I get one.”

He gave her a sly, asshole grin and folded his arms. “Don’t you think I know that?”

She gasped. “You jerk, you’re trying to keep me here? Screw you. I’m not staying with you, Captain Crapper.”

He smirked. “I’ll make a deal with you, Madam Bitch.”

Her face tightened.

“If you spend the next month living with me as my wife and do exactly as I tell you to and at the end of that time you still want a divorce, I’ll sign your damned papers.”

She considered his proposition carefully. “I can’t stay for a month. Joe will miss me. How about a week?”

Ben’s countenance darkened. “Three weeks.”

“Two.”

“Deal.” He extended his hand, and she shook it.

“But I’m not going to feel any differently, Ben.”

His face was a cauldron of absolution as he turned to leave. “We’ll see about that. Do you have any plans for today?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting my sister and her fiancés for lunch.”

“Good. I’ll go with you.” He walked over to her closet and pulled out a skimpy black dress with spaghetti straps. “Wear this with high heels.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Or what? I have the upper hand, Jill.” He patted his pocket and watched her expectantly.

She sighed and took the dress from him.

“Where are your panties?”

“Excuse me?” Her clit tingled at the way he said panties.

Ben opened her suitcase and went through her things.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

He laid her different panties out on the bed. “Hm. I think this black lacy pair would look good. Do you still shave your pussy?”

“That’s none of your damned business.”

He feigned a look of shock as he pulled out his cell phone. “It’s not?”

She clenched her fists, and her eyes closed. “Yes, I shave my pussy.”

Ben put his phone away and smiled like the smug bastard he was as he handed her the lacy underwear. “Don’t even think about wearing a different pair. I want you to wear these.”

“Fine.” She decided to wear a different pair to spite him.

Just before he left, he turned to face her again. “And, Jill, I’m going to check later to make sure you do.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Your hymen’s gone, and you’re creaming all over my finger. I know a slut when I see one.” Ben licked her neck, making her gasp. “You’d probably come in your panties if I touched your clit, wouldn’t you?”

She lost her breath and a wild spark of pleasure zinged from her clitoris when he touched it.

“A virgin wouldn’t be this responsive to a complete stranger. You’re obviously a hooker, creaming for strangers and carrying nipple clamps on you for patrons you might happen across. You’re going to have to come with us.”

Jill wanted to tear his uniform off and fuck him senseless. Ben handcuffed her wrists behind her back, and Neil locked up her car and grabbed her things. Ben stuck her in the backseat of the police car and he and Neil sat up front while Ben drove.

“Where are you taking me? This doesn’t look like the station.” They were out in the sticks now.

Both men got out of the car and Ben took the cuffs off. “We have one final test to do. If you pass you’re free to go. Take her shorts and panties off.”

Jill felt vulnerable and oddly thrilled by the scenario. She’d always been curious about role play, but figured she’d never be able to take Ben seriously if they engaged in it. While there was a sense of familiarity about pretending with him, it was still erotic and fun, and he acted better than she thought he would.

Neil relieved her lower body of its clothes and pushed her down onto the hood of the car. He held her arms down and licked his lips. “Don’t worry. All you have to do is keep from coming, and we’ll let you go.”

“But what if I can’t?”

“Then you’ll be punished,” Ben stated. “Innocent people don’t dampen their panties and come for strangers. If you do it means you’re a whore, and we’ll be forced to take disciplinary action.”

Her abs tightened and she wanted in his pants immediately. “But I know you both. Of course I’ll come for you.”

Ben turned to Neil. “Do you know this woman?”

Neil shook his head and smiled. “Never saw her before in my life.”

Ben moved her thighs open so they were spread-eagle. “Keep these legs spread open for me, woman, or I’ll automatically fail you. Your test begins now.”

She gasped when he buried his face between her legs, and his mouth went down on her pussy. He nibbled her labia and bathed the naked flesh with his tongue, livening up the nerve endings under her skin.

Neil grinned. “She’s making too many slutty noises for a supposed lady. Are you a slut, baby?”

Jill moaned and her vagina leaked its answer. She felt Ben’s lips curl into an approving smile against her bare cunt.

“She got wetter when you said that. You are a tramp, aren’t you, babe? Do you confess?”

“No.”

He grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

She whimpered and struggled as Neil kept her arms pinned down against the hood while Ben laved her sex with his eager tongue. He circled her throbbing clit slowly and suckled it between his lips, making her shriek and squirm.

“Dirty girl, you like this, don’t you? Your clit is so engorged it’s practically begging for release. You’re going to come in my mouth, aren’t you, slut?”

She sighed with rapture and melted into their taunting. “No. I’m a good girl.”

Neil chortled and Ben grinned. “We’ll see about that.”

She tensed and writhed as the sheriff lashed violently at her clitoris, making the swollen nub pulse and scream in sexual torment. Resistance wasn’t an option, and if coming made her a slut then she was more than happy to be the biggest skank of all.

“Look at the way she’s shaking and moaning,” Neil said happily. “She’s a slut for sure.”

The muscles in her thighs and abs tightened as a building pressure bore down on her, showering her with swells of heat and bolts of electricity. She came hard, pouring her release for Ben, who lapped her up with obvious hunger.

Neil reached down her top and squished her breast in his hand. “She’s got big breasts, too, possibly fake. That means she’s out for attention, and we all know strippers wax their pussies.”

Ben kissed the apex of her thighs, stealing the air from her lungs. He smiled when he saw her body go limp and submissive as she waited for them to execute their will on her. “She came hard, and it didn’t take long either. You failed the test, whore. I should arrest you.”

“Oh no, please,” she protested. “I’ll do anything.”

Ben’s smile was dark and wicked. “Anything, babe?”

She swallowed and shivered with lust. “I don’t want to go to jail.”

“Of course you don’t, sweetheart,” Ben murmured, running his hand up her inner thigh as he leered down at her dripping sex. “Nobody wants that. I still have to punish you for being a tramp, and then I’ll give you a chance to persuade us not to turn you in.”

“I can give you money,” she suggested.

He smirked and rubbed his crotch. “Sweetheart, we don’t want your money. Neil’s going to go cut a switch, and I’m going to beat your slutty ass with it. I’d have you cut it yourself, but I don’t trust you not to run away.”

Jill raised an eyebrow at this. “A switch, sheriff?”

Ben had often spoken about doing that to her in the past. He had threatened it as a punishment, but he never disciplined her back then. She would have killed him. This was fun, though.

“Yes, whore. You need to be taught a lesson in principles, and I’m going to beat them into you. Now, take off your top and bra.”