Only kind of, actually.

“You’re not what I was expecting,” a low, sexy voice that sounds like velvet wrapped around the base of a riding crop says from behind the light. As the cop lowers the flashlight, you can see that, at the very least, your ride to holding will have a view: the deputy, identified by her badge as Deputy Waites, is a pale, smirking redhead, hair tied back in a work-appropriate knot, brilliant, blue eyes taking in the sight you must be after running pell-mell through the neighborhood and the forest. “Wanna’ explain what you’re doing out here?”

“Would you believe alien abduction?” you ask flatly, already aware she won’t. Still, her lip twitches just a little in a sharpened grin. “Okay, I was streaking. You got me.”

“Wow, just the case to make my career! I’ll be sheriff in no time.” You can’t be sure, but it seems like she’s not really taking this seriously, either. “And breaking into the Winston’s house? Because that’s who called me out here.”

“Aren’t you people supposed to have a partner?”

“What do you mean, ‘you people?’” The question is made far more amusing by her incredibly pale skin. Deputy Waites couldn’t be whiter if she tried. “But seriously. Budget cuts. And I do want to hear a reason, so no deflecting. I don’t think you’re outrunning me in those shoes …” She glances down at your bare, somewhat beaten feet.

“They left their dog outside without any water.” It sounds pretty stupid when you say it, considering B&E is fairly illegal, but you still don’t feel shame in the admission. “I was getting it water. Filling the bowl just took longer than I thought it would.”

“You could have just used the hose.” FUCK, there was a hose?! Deputy Waites studies you for a moment, then lifts her radios up to her shoulder as she presses to transmit. “Hey, Chris, I’m gonna’ need a little more time on this prowler thing. Anywhere I’m needed in a rush?”

“Nah, Amb,” a fuzzy, male voice crackles back. “Quiet night. Sure you don’t want any help?”

“I can handle one drunk community college kid. You just keep that bourbon company. You know how he gets when he’s lonely.”

“Oh, well on it.”

“… you’re not arresting me?” You don’t want to complain, but it’s a little confusing. Deputy Waites shrugs.

“I would if you were hurting anyone. You’re not. In fact, it kind of sounds like you only got clocked trying to do the right thing.”

“I mean, some of it was definitely for my own, personal gratification, if we’re being 100% with each other.”

“Not surprising, but I won’t hold it against you,” she sighs, relaxing her posture and turning off the flashlight. The dim beams she left on the patrol car illuminate the two of you softly, not standing out as much as if she’d cranked them up to night driving levels. You might be crazy, but you’re pretty sure she takes a second to not just look at you, but check you out before she speaks again. “And I don’t believe that’s the only reason why. Unless you want me to arrest you, because I still can?”

“Nope, I’m good. Boy, are you in the wrong line of work!” You immediately purse your lips, worried she might take offense. Instead, she rolls her eyes up and groans.

“Tell me about it! It’s better than the city, but it’s not great. Still, it’s all I really know how to do for now. I’m studying vet medicine; soon as I can get out of this crap department, the better. I have no idea what the hell my dad loved about being a cop so much.” A few things fell into place at that, letting you fully release the nervous tension you were holding. It didn’t do much for other, more primal tensions still building, though … “Do you need a ride home? If someone calls you in again, you could be out here all night.”

“So that’s it?” you ask with a slight pout. Deputy Waites cock her head to the side. “I mean, you just let me off the hook, don’t even give me time to play any of my ‘officer, I’d do anything not to get a ticket,’ cards? A girl could get offended.”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” she exclaims with mock embarrassment. “You’re right. Ma’am, I’m going to need to ask you to come with me. The guys back at the station will have a lot of questions for you.” She stows her flashlight, approaching you and pulling out her handcuffs.

“No, officer, I was framed!” you plead melodramatically. “Please, I can’t go back to prison. I owe some bad people some money, you see.”

“I’m sorry, but the law’s the law.”

“Deputy Waites,” you breathe out, heart fluttering with anticipation, “please, I’ll do anything you want! Whatever you think will make me learn my lesson, just don’t put me back on the inside!” You hear the handcuffs clicks before they close behind you around your wrists, just loose enough that you could squeeze out of them with deliberate effort, but not accidentally pull your hands free.

“Anything?” she prompts, her breath hot on your neck. If she’d started with this, you’d be so grossed out and scared, but roleplaying it is … fun. It’s an extra layer on top of the thrill of being out here nude. And being caught is even having some appeal, though you doubt it’d be so intense with your average deputy. You nod, looking back at her. She leans in and kisses you, making you groan as your overly-sensitive and exhausted body strains out for her attention. Kissing her back over your shoulder, you groan when her lips leave yours and kiss down your neck.

“Anything, Deputy Waites,” you moan out as one hand holds you by the chain connecting the cuffs and the other moves around, bracing you by your stomach between it and her chest. Wordlessly, she leads you over to her patrol car.

“The dashcam’s been broken for two weeks, but I’m kind of glad they’re being lazy assholes about fixing it,” she whispers in your ear, breaking character for a moment. Still, the reassurance, helps you slip into this easier when she bends you over the hood, cool metal of the car surprisingly refreshing against your battered tits. You can feel your nipples absolutely rock-hard from the excitement and the temperature, while you’re so wet you’re a little surprised she didn’t trip walking behind you. “So, delinquent, what’s your name?”

“Anna Morales,” you give her, well past believing she’s going to screw you over. Well. Not over. “Is there something that’d make you happy for me to call you?”

“Deputy will do just fine.” As she speaks, you hear the sound of her pants unzipping and a brief clattering. You start to look back, but she slams you back down into the car. It hurts, but in a way that tinges your yelp with obvious lust from the way she’s controlling you. “Anna, I think I’ve figured out a good way to teach you what happens to bad girls who run around naked at night. Do you want to hear about it?”

“Yes, please, Deputy,” you pant back to her. Your eyes go wide when you feel something push up against your wet slit. It feels big, thick, and your hips involuntarily writhe at the thought of whatever that is plunging inside you.