Erotic Gems

Chapter 1

It was a cold October evening, and the amber glow of the streetlamps cast a dim glow over a residential street in Croydon, south London. The traffic on the road dwindled and parked cars gradually lined both sides of the street, indicating the rush hour was almost over. Darkness descended and fewer footsteps echoed on the pavement as the local residents quickly headed indoors out of the cold. 
  Emboldened by the quietness of the street, two hidden figures lurking in a dark alleyway emerged from the shadows about to commence a risky undertaking. The secluded alley ran behind a long row of houses on the quiet street. But more particularly, it led to the back gate of a house that held a particular interest for the crooked pair; it was the house that one of them was about to break into. 
   “That’s the cop’s place, Bamz,” one hooded figure told his accomplice, who was similarly dressed in a black hoodie.
   “You’re sure it’s the right house, Rico?” the shorter figure whispered back in a serious tone. 
   Rico nodded in response. “The big man’s had his peeps watching the house for two weeks,” he confirmed. 
   “Is the cop in?” the shorter one asked, squinting up at the flickering light coming from the first-floor window. 
   “Ghost said he always leaves the TV on when he goes out. He ain’t there today; he goes out for drinks with his cop mates every Friday,” Rico informed. 
   “We’ve been standing out here for two hours. I didn’t see him leave – did you?” the other pointed out 
  The taller figure shrugged nonchalantly. “He must have gone straight out from work,” Rico supposed. 
  “Well, I ain’t convinced,” the smaller figure stated with a wary shake of their hooded head. 
  Rico grabbed his accomplice’s upper arm and squeezed it tight, “Listen Amber; You’re the one who fucked up the last job. You set the alarm off - before we even got in that pawnshop,” Rico reminded her strongly. “You’re lucky the big man gave you this chance to make it up to him.”
   Amber jerked her arm back out of his hold. “Ok. Chill out, man!” the girl responded agitatedly. 
   “Right, get in there and don’t fuck up. This is an easy break-in.” He glanced quickly over the fence. “The house is empty,” he informed confidently, handing her a crowbar.      “The bathroom window is usually always open a crack, but if it ain’t, open it,” Rico directed and Amber nodded. “Big Man wants payback on this cop, so you take anything you can find that looks personal. Family photos, watches or anything that looks sentimental. Then get the hell out of there-” 
   Amber nodded assuredly, but then a sudden thought struck her mind. “Any dogs?” she interjected. 
   Rico shook his head. “Nah!” he confirmed. Amber sucked in a breath of relief, but exhaled with an irritated huff when Rico seized her arm again. “If you’re not out in twenty minutes, I’m gone,” he warned flatly. 
   Amber rolled her eyes and wrenched her arm out of his grip again. “Yeah - yeah, I know,” she responded, pushing her hood back to pull on a dark balaclava and some gloves. 
   “Right, go on, get in there - go!” Rico hustled, clasping his hands together to give her a boost over the fence. Amber stood in his linked hands and scaled the high garden fence easily onto the other side. Once her black trainers touched the ground on the other side, she hurried across the narrow garden to the back of the house. The trespasser found the small bathroom window Rico had told her about. It was difficult to decipher the layout on the other side of the window because of the frosted glass, but she sighed a quick breath of relief as she discovered it was slightly open, just as Rico had said. Amber opened the window as wide as it would go, then climbed through it onto the sill. She paused for a few moments to listen out for any footsteps and then, when she was certain nobody was in, she dropped carefully onto the tiled bathroom floor. The intruder looked about cautiously before stepping out into the hallway. A TV played loudly in the downstairs living room, but no other lights were on. Amber peeped her head inside several rooms to be sure that they were empty. She also looked around for any family photos on the walls, but it was almost too dark to see anything. The Big Man always insisted that the gang leave their smartphones at home when they went out on a job so that – if they got caught - they could tell the police they were at home at the time of the crime. It was hard to see anything in the dark without a torch or her phone light, but Amber didn’t have time for a thorough look. She had to hurry if she was going to make it out uncaught. The nervous burglar assumed the rooms were empty and climbed the stairs slowly and quietly. There were no family pictures on the walls leading up the stairs or in the corridor downstairs, so she figured the cop must keep his personal things in his bedroom. The dark-clad prowler reached the top of the stairs and crept across the landing, looking around for the police officer’s bedroom. 
   The sudden sweep of the front door opening and then slamming shut downstairs scared the hooded intruder stiff. She was trapped upstairs with no easy way out of the house. Amber peeled off her leather gloves to get a tighter hold on the crowbar, thinking she might have to use it to defend herself. Whilst stuffing the gloves into her hoodie pocket, she tiptoed as quickly as she could to a room at the far end of the hall, stepping slowly and lightly to prevent creaking a floorboard. The room was dark, but Amber could make out a double bed in the dim, orange glow of the streetlight filtering into the room. This was clearly the cop’s bedroom, but right now, her priority was not to steal the personal items, Big-Man, had sent her to take. She had to escape. The masked housebreaker crossed the large room to the window and lifted the handle to open it. The stiff pane wouldn’t move. She pushed the frame as hard as she could, but it still didn’t budge. 
   “Shit!” she cursed under her breath, squeezing both of her fists tight by her sides in frustration. The desperate trespasser suddenly felt hot under her tight balaclava and took an impulsive step back to see if there was another way out. A loud squeak omitted as her heel pressed down thoughtlessly on a creaky floorboard, startling Amber so much she spun around and banged her knee against a dresser. A box of aftershave tumbled onto the hard floor with a loud clunk. 
   Heavy footsteps thudded louder and closer on the stairs while the desperate intruder tried frantically to force the jammed window open with the crowbar. The window suddenly gave way, but Amber’s desperate attempt to escape was thwarted when a fair-haired man in his mid-twenties ran into the room. Without hesitation, he smacked the light on and crossed the floor to where she stood in four long strides. Taking hold of the masked stranger, he threw her down with force onto the wooden ground. Amber scrambled to her feet and tried to make a frantic dash for the door, but the man leapt down on top of her, preventing her escape. The trapped young woman struggled and kicked out at the brawny man until he grabbed her legs to prevent her wild assaults. Amber continued to struggle, but the homeowner’s hold on her was so strong that when she tried to stand, her trousers were hauled down to her knees in the scuffle. The man’s blue eyes flashed in surprise to find a sporty pair of girl boxers barely hiding a perfectly rounded pair of butt cheeks. 
   “Wow!” You’re a sexy little thief,” he declared. Amber kicked out again, almost hitting the man’s face with her trainer. In a retaliatory move, he pulled off her black joggers and her trainers came off inside of them, too. 
   “Ok then. Let’s do this the hard way,” he said, twisting her elbow up behind her back and using her wrist as leverage. There was no doubt this man was the cop Amber was sent to steal from. The renowned bad-girl had been caught in enough wrist-locks to know a cop move when she was in one.
   Amber let out a small cry of pain, but he pulled her up onto her feet whilst keeping her arm still firmly in his grip behind her back. Amber thought quickly and lifted her feet to drop her entire body weight to the floor in a sudden move. The cop lost his hold of her arm and the girl wriggled back away from him as he tried to regain his grip on her. Amber rolled and tried to stand up, but before she could get up off the floor, the man grasped her hood and held her fast. She pulled against him determinedly, trying to get away, but to no avail. He yanked her hoodie clear off her head, though to her surprise, her tight-fitted balaclava remained in place. Amber lost her footing when she stepped back and slipped backwards, hitting the floor wearing nothing but a sports bra and girl boxers. In desperation, the frantic burglar pushed her bare feet against the ground to back away from the persistent man, who now stood with her hoodie in his hand, blocking her path to the door. 
   Reluctant to leave the house in just her underwear, Amber reached down quickly to retrieve her trousers, but the tall, burly man seized both of her arms and hauled her up against him. He snatched the balaclava roughly off of her head and her long, dark hair spilled down over her face and shoulders. 
   “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” he demanded, just inches away from her pretty face. 
   Amber kept quiet and attempted to wriggle out of his powerful grip. Getting nicked, she could recover from, but there was no coming back from grassing up the big man. The girl’s hands were moist with fearful sweat, but this enabled her to yank one wrist free. Amber fisted her free hand as it slipped out of his hold and punched the cop’s face as hard as she could. The blue-eyed man’s expression morphed into a dangerous stare that struck a new pang of fear into the pit of her stomach. Non to gently, the tall man threw Amber down roughly onto the double bed, pinning her down tight as he retrieved a steel handcuff attached to a short chain fixed to his wooden bedhead. He snapped the handcuff over her right wrist securely and then cuffed her left whilst still holding her down. Amber pulled hard against the tightly attached bounds, but they held her fast where she lay. 
   “Let me go!” she shouted at her captor, pulling desperately at the unmoving chains. 
His response was a raw ultimatum. “I didn’t invite you here. So, you can go when you tell me why you are in my house.” 
   “I ain’t telling you fuck all,” Amber yelled, kicking out at him. The cop retrieved another chain at the foot of the bed and when Amber caught sight of it, she scrambled backwards to sit up with her back against the bedhead. The officer grabbed hold of her ankle and dragged her back down to cuff her foot to the corner of the bed. 
Amber kicked desperately at him with her last free limb. “Let go of me, you kinky motherfucker!” she shouted. 
  “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t fuck offenders,” he sneered in disdain. 
Amber’s mouth fell open. “I didn’t steal anything,” she retorted in a higher-pitched voice. 
   “I still wouldn’t fuck you,” he rebuffed smartly. 
   “Go fuck yourself!” she spat, kicking her free leg at him again. The cop caught her foot and secured her ankle to the bed with her legs now sprawled wide apart. 
The officer stood up and looked down at the girl thrashing about on his bed. Her long dark brown hair fell in long, tussled locks about her gorgeous face. Her cheeks were a dark shade of pink, actuated by her arduous efforts to flee from him. The sexy slant of her fiery, amber eyes blazed with rage when they looked back at him with daring stubbornness. Her pale pink lips were so full they pouted naturally. She wore no makeup, but her natural beauty needed no enhancement. The sports bra she wore did little to hide the outline of her small, rounded breasts or the hard nipples that peaked visibly through the thin fabric. 
   The cop snapped himself harshly out of his fascination with her toned, sexy body and forced himself to focus on finding out what she was doing here. 
   “Why did you break into my house?” he demanded seriously. 
   “I didn’t ‘break’ in. Your window was open,” she corrected. 
   The cop took off his black bomber jacket and set it down on the back of a nearby chair. “Ok, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you’re not leaving until I get answers,” he warned her. 

Chapter 2

Amber stared up at the attractive cop stubbornly from where she lay on his bed. He crossed his arms over his chest and the sight of his bulging biceps under his tight black T-shirt caught her eye. Now that she could see the powerful muscles he’d had hidden under his black bomber jacket, she realised how stupid she had been to take him on. Truth be told, she was lucky she hadn’t come off worse, but at least she could forgive herself for losing that fight. 
   Her attractive captor ran an agitated hand through his short blonde hair and then folded his muscular arms across his hard, built chest while he stared down at her, waiting for her to answer. 
   “I don’t have to tell you anything,” she hissed through her straight, white teeth. “You’re a cop, so you can’t hurt me or make me,” she reminded him.
  A slow, sly smile spread over his handsome face. “I don’t need to hurt you to make you talk,” he enlightened a little too calmly for Amber’s comfort, before he started rummaging through his chest of drawers. 
   “What are you doing?” Amber demanded to know, feeling uneasy as she glimpsed the coy smile on his face. 
   He looked back at her and grinned. “I’ll tell you - if you tell me why you broke into my house,” he offered. Amber squeezed her lips tight together defiantly and turned her head away from him. “Unluckily for you, my ex-girlfriend was a total sex freak−” he began. 
   “Why is that unlucky for me?” Amber interjected, snapping her head back towards him with widened eyes. The young cop pulled out a small, purple object shaped like a computer mouse and pressed the round, flat button on the top. Amber’s eyes widened when the mouse tip vibrated. The officer held the sex toy up to eye level and smiled as he watched the strong pulsation. “Now…” he paused, to let his blue eyes wander over her body mischievously. “Where shall I put this, where it will be the most effective?” he pondered aloud. A devious smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 
“Up your own arse!” Amber quipped quickly. He laughed and Amber couldn’t help but notice how sexy he looked when he smiled. 
   “You’re funny. It’s a pity you broke into my house. We could have got along all right, you and me,” he figured, shaking his head with disappointment.
   “I ain’t friends with no cop filth,” the girl shot back. 
   “Shame, you certainly look like you could use a friend right now,” he mocked, sitting down on the bed beside her. His expression turned suddenly serious. “How did you know I’m a cop?” he asked her sternly. 
   Amber inwardly cursed herself for revealing too much and her mind worked quickly to come up with an answer that would throw him off her trail. The police officer looked around his room and his gaze fixed momentarily on a picture of himself on the wall. In this photo, he was wearing his formal police uniform and standing next to the police chief. He nodded slowly to himself, deciding that the girl must have seen that. 
The officer shrugged off his suspicions and turned his full attention back to interrogating the restrained intruder. “Ok, last chance. Why are you in my house?” he asked her again, hovering the buzzing vibrator just two close centimetres above her nearest nipple. Amber turned her head away to the wall stubbornly and he gently pressed the pulsating toy against the distinct outline of her nipple. The girl squirmed under the arousing sensation for nearly an entire minute before he lifted the vibrator off. 
   “That was just a warning,” he informed. 
   “If that’s all you’re going to do, you might as well let me go. I didn’t feel shi-” The cop put the vibrator between her widespread legs and she flayed her arms and legs about wildly in reaction. 
   He lifted the mouse and grinned down at her wickedly, “Wow! And that was with your underwear still on,” he laughed. Amber comprehended his - not so subtle - warning with a dry swallow. 
   “It just made me jump because I wasn’t expecting it,” she defended breathlessly. 
Taking her excuse for a challenge, the mischievous officer held the vibrator up where she could see it, then brought it down again slowly between her legs. Amber bit her bottom lip but couldn’t hold back a staggered gasp as he moved the quivering tip close to her clit. 
   The beautiful burglar gritted her teeth, determined not to react to his arousing torture, but before long, her head thrashed helplessly from side to side as her willpower finally gave out. 
   A short sexual moan escaped her parted lips. “It’s not doing anything to me,” she squealed in the grip of sensation as she succumbed to another erotic moan.
Her torturer’s brows crossed theatrically, “No?” he asked with a sceptical expression.    “Doesn’t look like that from here,” he imparted, an amused smile twitching on his lips. 
   “You’re a fucking arsehole,” she screamed, arching her back high, trying to escape the arousing vibrations. “You think you can just do what you like because you’re some hot cop,” 
   “So you think I’m hot? he quizzed, with a wicked grin. 
   “No, you’re fucking minging,” she lied. On that note, he pressed the button to increase the intensity of the sex toy and after several long minutes of wild thrashing went by, a high-pitched plea escaped her throat.
    “Please!” she begged and he lifted the vibrator off instantly. 
   “Please what?” he replied. 
   “Please don’t make me horny! I get crazy when I get horny,” she begged him, still panting from her wild exertions. 
   “Interesting,” he replied, feigning a compassionate look that Amber was too distrustful to fall for. She held her breath when he brought the mouse close to her clit again. “Well, just out of curiosity…do you think I’m hot?” he asked with a cocky grin, putting the vibrator back onto her clit. Amber clenched her teeth tight, determined not to give in to him. But when she didn’t respond, he pressed the button on the mouse again and the intensity soon became more than she could bare.
    “Yes! Yes! Ok, now take it off -I said yes,” she begged when she couldn’t take it anymore. 
   “Say it,” he demanded wickedly, still holding the vibrator firmly in place. “Say you think I’m hot.” 
   “You’re hot - you fucking mean cunt-munching blue bottle!” she shouted. 
With a smug grin on his face, he raised the vibrator while trying hard not to laugh out loud at his triumph. “So, you can answer some questions then,” he acknowledged.    “What’s your name?” he asked, hovering the vibrator above her crutch. 
   “Bamz,” she responded, reluctant to give him her real name. 
   “Ok, I’ll settle for a street-name,” he conceded. “How old are you?” 
“Seventeen.” 
   His mouth pulled to one side in thought. “Do you prefer sweets or chocolate, Bamz?”
   Amber’s brows creased with bafflement. “Is that even a fucking question, you dick-he -?” Before she could finish her sentence, he positioned the vibrator back down on her sensitive nub again. 
   “My, my, you’ve got a foul mouth on you. Shame it’s such a pretty mouth,” he tutted, continuing to hold the trembling sex toy between her parted legs. 
   “Why are you trying to turn me on?” she shouted at him angrily.  
   The man lifted the toy to answer her. “Well, at first it was to get information out of you. But now it’s just because I like the horny face you make when I do this…” he said, placing the vibrator back down again.
    The girl’s slender body thrashed about in a horny frenzy that was only being further inflamed by the shaking tip of the stimulating toy he continued to hold against her clit. The blonde-haired man gazed down at the sexy intruder’s barely dressed body as she writhed about helplessly, when a sudden feeling of fullness in his tight blue jeans made him realise, she wasn’t the only one being turned on by what he was doing. Her sexual squeals were arousing him, too. Slowly, he withdrew the vibrator to gather his thoughts, but was still reluctant to lose the upper hand he had gained. Looking away from the girl to hide his arousal, he searched about for a distraction. His gaze landed on the colourful sex toys in the partially open draw, so he stood and walked over to it.
“Let’s see what else my ex left in here,” he said, rummaging through the draw again. 
   “Only men with tiny dicks rely on sex toys to satisfy women,” Amber insulted. The officer’s attention snapped back to the troublesome captive with a fierce look that sent her struggling to break out of the chains in fear of the punishment she sensed was coming. To Amber’s surprise, his cross expression slowly morphed into mischief and he took a long, vibrating wand out of the draw along with a tube of cherry-scented lubricant and squeezed a blob on the tip. 
   “Only burglars with tiny brains break into police officer’s houses,” he rebuffed, flicking the wand switch on. 
   Even from where she lay, Amber could hear the intense buzzing of the wand and suddenly wished she hadn’t insulted his dick. 
   Despite his arousal, the officer was not one to take such insults lightly, certainly not from such a vulnerable little vixen. Telling himself that it was entirely for retribution’s sake, he sat back down on the bed and lifted the elastic of her underwear just high enough to slip the pulsating wand inside, against her most sensitive spot. The restrained captive groaned and her body soon juddered crazily with arousal.
   “Wow! You are horny!” he exclaimed, shaking his head in amusement as he pulled the wand out of her underwear. 
   “You’re a coward. You wouldn’t dare try that if I had my hands free,” she yelled. 
“I’m not using my hands on you. In fact, my hands haven’t touched your body since I cuffed you. Believe me, girl, if I used my hands, you would be in a hornier mess than you’re in now,” he assured with a deep chuckle. 
  Secretly hoping to trick him out of using the intensely arousing wand again, Amber called him out on his bluff. “Oh yeah? I dare you to use your hands on me,” she goaded. 
  “Don’t dare me. I’ll do it,” he warned.
   “Go on, put your hands on me,” she goaded him again. The cop kneeled up on the bed beside her, placed his large hands on her flat, toned belly and then slid them upwards over her rib cage. His hands moved higher, over her sports bra and he gently squeezed her round, firm breasts under his palms. The girl moaned with pleasure and when she made no sound for him to stop, he circled both of his thumbs around her hardening nipples. He reached for the slider on the centred zip of her sports bra, looking into her amber eyes for any sign of discouragement. She gave none.
    The young police officer unzipped her tight, thin garment slowly without breaking eye contact before dragging the silver slider down between her breasts. When the slider reached the end of the track, the bra fell open, exposing her perfectly rounded breasts and tiny pink nipples. His gaze left her eyes to wander over her alluring body and an overpowering urge to do hours of dirty things to her rose from the heat of his loins. His mouth descended between her boobs and drifted slowly to capture one of her nipples between his lips. He drew her smooth, firm breast into his mouth and the girl sighed with unmistakable pleasure as he flicked his tongue back and forth. 
   The horny captive gasped with delight. “Yes,” she moaned under his mouth. He paused with his lower lip on her body and looked up at her gorgeous face. The captive’s eyes emitted an erotic need for him, but he had to know if the girl truly wanted him before allowing himself to go any further. 
   Knowing full well that she could bite him, he took the risk and brushed his mouth over hers. An eager response from her soft, full lips filled him with relief and he took the kiss deeper, drinking in the sweetness of her mouth with each gentle suck of her lips. He never expected her lips to be so morish and he sensed by the way she was kissing him that she also wanted more. But it was still not enough to prove her desire.
He broke contact with her lips sharply and pushed himself back off the bed. Amber opened her eyes in confusion when his lips left hers and watched him retreat from his position above her. The young man reached inside his back pocket and retrieved a small silver key. To Amber’s surprise, he uncuffed her, one limb at a time. The cop paused before he unlocked her right hand. The freed captive couldn’t decipher the downcast look on her captor’s face and her eyes squinted with questions.  
   “I’m going to let you go because I can’t trust myself with you. After I release you, you’ve got three minutes to get out. I won’t stop you,” he promised. “You’ve got just one chance. After that, if I see your face near here again, I will take you in,” he promised, unlocking the last cuff from her wrist. 
   The downcast man turned his back to her and faced the window, clasping his hands tight together as his actions went entirely against his body’s intense desire to fuck her. He felt the mattress move as the girl sat up on the bed behind him. But after a short while, when he realised she hadn’t moved at all, he turned back around to face her. 
The beautiful trespasser spoke in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. “What if I want to stay?” she asked, compelling him not to send her away with a vulnerable squint of her amber eyes. 
   She leaned in to kiss his open mouth and the lust-driven male hauled his willing captive onto his lap and hungrily kissed her back in response. Aroused by the naughtiness of the whole situation, Amber reached behind the officer’s broad back and pulled his shirt off over his head. His bared body was so big and powerful. Yet, the realisation that he could crush her with his bare hands only made her moist and eager to harness his beast-like strength. The officer’s broad shoulders swelled with huge, hard muscles that dwarfed her petite body against his girth and she yearned to feel the force of his brawn driving her lust-quivering body to a screaming climax. His large hands closed around her small waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed each of her exposed breasts lustfully. She sighed with pleasure and yanked off her sports bra. The horny cop tossed the naked girl back down onto his bed and her captivating mouth widened with a vampish smile. He knelt on the mattress and unbuckled his belt as he stared lustily down at her. 
   “There’s still time to change your mind,” he reiterated, though his lower half prayed she wouldn’t take him up on it. 
   Amber raised her butt off the bed and slid her underwear down her toned, slender legs in refusal. “I want to feel you on top of me,” she enticed, kicking them off at her feet. 
   The well-built officer threw his belt onto the floor in response and swiftly removed his trousers, then boxers. Amber’s eyes narrowed naughtily on his enormous cock and she beckoned to him through her parted legs. Crawling between her knees like a lion ready to pounce, he lay his naked body on top of hers, eager to taste her mouth again.
 “I can’t get enough of your lips?” he murmured against her mouth. She moaned and his stomach tightened involuntarily at the arousing sound. 
   The firm, heavy weight of his smooth dick rubbed between her open legs as he hovered over her body, kissing her. “I want you,” she begged, running her fingers through his short, blonde hair. 
   Staring into her eyes, he slid his erect cock into her warm, wet heat, savouring the mixture of pain and pleasure displayed on her face with each inch he pushed inside. 
   “You feel so good!” he sighed as the deep tightness of her pussy enveloped his sinking cock. 
   His powerful body moved slowly on hers at first, then he increased his speed, driving his dick down into her faster and deeper, to her delight. Gradually, Amber’s moans became cries of total ecstasy and she clung on to him tighter as he repeated each plunge with a rhythmic beat. The sounds she emitted when he penetrated her deeply only fueled his desire to keep on thrusting. When his vigorous movements threatened to rock her body to the edge of madness, her short, bitten nails clawed deep into his bulky back, leaving long grazed trails across his rippling traps and shoulders. Clenching his teeth against the intense sensations her nails evoked, he threw Amber’s feet over his shoulders, then continue thrusting into her rapidly.
 Amber’s eyes rolled back with pleasure and when they returned, they locked with his sea-blue gaze. He couldn’t resist the urge and kissed her lips again, parting her legs wider beneath him as he covered her body with his. With his cock still moving inside of her, he thrust his tongue into Amber’s open mouth, loving the sweet, addictive taste of her lips. 
   To prevent completely losing herself to the madness of the moment, Amber tried to remind herself that the bulky biceps engulfing her were the long arm of the law. She even reasoned with herself that her attraction to him will end badly as they both knew which side of the law she was on. But a series of deep thrusts soon sent Amber’s judgment into a whirlwind of forgetfulness where all rational thoughts of ceasing or consequence were driven out by the vigorous passion of their kiss. All she could think about was his mouth on hers and the deep pulsations of his huge cock. Amber pulled on his lips with a wild need of her own that soon left them both breathless and heady. When he came up for air, the officer noticed her vulnerable expression and marvelled at how someone so feisty could also be so vulnerable. Ceasing his thrusts, he sat back on his knees and shook his head with a broad grin.
    “If you look at me like that, I’m going to cum any minute,” he warned her. Amber exhaled with a short laugh at his confession and the officer took hold of her arm and flipped her playfully onto her stomach. 
He spotted a diamond-shaped tattoo on her left shoulder blade with the words ‘Ruff Gem’ underneath. 
   “I want you on your knees,” he directed, kneeling on the bed behind her and Amber complied willingly. He stroked his curious hands along the length of her toned back and placed his thumbs in the two sexy dimples at the base of her spine. Amber reached forward and took hold of a chain he had used on her earlier. His brow rose in surprise when she cuffed her left hand to the bedhead. Anticipating his reaction, she looked back and sent him a mischievous grin. 
   Amber waited silently for him to handcuff her other arm and the cop beamed eagerly. “I’m going to punish you, you bad girl,” he promised, attaching her other hand to the bed. That done, he moved back behind her and playfully smacked her raised bare arse. 
   “Ah! Do that again,” she sighed and he brought the flat of his hand down a second time against her firm rump. “Harder!” she demanded, and this time he slapped her bum so hard he could see every finger of his pink handprint on her rounded rear. The pain was so arousing and Amber wanted more. “Punish me” she provoked, laying her head down on the bed whilst looking back at him with daring, amber eyes. From his position behind her, the cop placed the tip of his cock against the entrance of her pussy, then took hold of her hips and pulled her butt back against him. Gasping loudly, the chained young woman held on to his pillows tight as he penetrated her and without pause, he pushed his cock deep inside her over and over again.
    “Give it to me!” she panted and his grip tightened on her hips as he continued to thrust deep and hard. The restrained girl screamed into the blue cotton bedsheets, even biting down hard on a pillow whilst he pounded his dick into her at an urgent pace.
   “I’m going to cum!” she yelled. But then, to her disappointment, he pulled out of her quickly. 
   “No, you’re not allowed to cum yet,” he forbade, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his broad forearm. He freed her wrists and pulled out a pair of red leather restraints from the drawer.
    Amber grinned when he pulled both of her hands behind her back and allowed the officer to place the handcuffs on her wrists. “I’ve never been this cooperative with a policeman before.”
   A crooked smile spread over his face. “And I’ve never fucked a criminal before,” he admitted, pushing her face down onto the bed. 
   “Think of it as a punishment.” She recommended quickly, hearing the slight hesitancy in his voice. “Criminals need to be punished. So, fuck me like you hate me.” 
   “I will,” he promised, taking hold of a whip with leather tassels, “But first I’m going to discipline you.” He struck her butt with the whip and Amber swallowed a loud, sharp breath. “Now, tell me how badly you want my dick.” 
   Amber stayed quiet, hoping he would strike her arse harder to make her talk. The tassels struck her firmly several times before she finally told him what he wanted to hear. 
   “I want your dick inside me right now!” she cried out in a husky, horny voice. But the cop wasn’t done disciplining her yet. She watched him reach inside the drawer and retrieve a longer riding whip. “Give it to me,” she dared, inhaling deep in anticipation, and he struck her rump with it hard. Amber howled and clenched her teeth tight against the arousing pain as he brought the thin whip back down on her arse again and again. 
   “I’ll do whatever you say, officer. Just fuck me, now,” she groaned and the young man couldn’t remember when he had ever been so aroused. Digging his fingers into her beautiful, long dark locks, he pulled her up against his body to kiss her mouth.
 “Don’t make any noise until I say you can,” he commanded, running his hand sensually all over her body. He licked his finger and jiggled it stimulatingly against her clit, causing her to inhale with a stutter. The cop grinned and tutted roguishly before dropping her face-first onto the bed. 
   “Get on your knees!” he demanded harsher than he intended, as every second outside of her was becoming as torturous for him as it was for her. Amber obeyed, struggling to lift her knees under her with her hands tied behind her back. 
   “Now, tell me how you want it?” he asked in a deep, lusty voice that betrayed the full extent of his arousal. 
   “Do me any way you want,” she rasped out hoarsely, finally making it to her knees, “just please don’t make me beg anymore. I’m so fucking horny. I need your cock in me now!” she screamed at him in a cracking voice. 
   Unable to suppress his need any longer, the cop got behind the mysterious intruder and thrust his pulsing dick back into her. “When you beg, it makes me lose control,” he growled through gritted teeth, pressing the tip of his cock deep against her roof. Taking hold of the chain between her restraints, he rode her hard until her voice almost gave out. 
   “I’m not going to cum until you beg me to,” he imparted, grabbing her roughly by her hips. His groin slapped loudly against her bare arse as he pummeled his cock into her at a vigorous pace. All thoughts of circumstances, ethics and consequence disappeared, as did time itself, into a long hour of erotic bliss. Not once did he slow or slacken his deep, powerful thrusts as he rode his willing captive into a sexual frenzy on his bed. 
   At length, he sensed she was nearing a climax by the escalating pitch of her erotic cries. “Beg me to cum,” he demanded, without breaking his stride. 
Amber considered resisting, but the force of his unrelenting thrusts soon drove the thought far from her mind. Surrender was inevitable, but she couldn’t fit the words in between her heightened sexual screams. 
   “Beg me to cum,” he maintained. “Say it!” 
   “I beg you!” she cried out, eventually. Shouting, “Please, please, please!” up at the ceiling as ecstasy took over her whole body. He felt her hips convulse under his fingers as she exhaled with a long wail of relief. The officer ejaculated with a force that shook his whole body and subsequently collapsed onto the bed beside her. 
   The exhausted pair lay together panting wearily for several long minutes, until their breaths slowly steadied to a normal pace. Amber lay on the policeman’s bed facing the window with her back to him and her hands still bound behind her. The loud pulsing in her ears gradually subsided, but when it was gone, an awkward silence filled the room. 

Chapter 3

All was quiet, except for the sound of the TV downstairs and the steady exhales of the man laying behind her. Amber drew in a deep, noiseless breath and her eyes darted around the room whilst she pondered what to do next. 
   The faint wail of a distant siren reached the restrained intruder’s ears. Tension arose as the whirring grew louder as it came closer. Soon, the persistent noise became dangerously loud and a stab of dread filled Amber’s stomach. A whirl of blue lights flashed outside of the window and onto the ceiling inside the policeman’s bedroom and Amber’s eyes widened with confusion and horror. With her heart pounding fast in her chest, she turned back to face the man laying behind her on the bed, wondering how he had managed to call the police without her seeing him. 
   “It’s not for you,” he assured, reaching over her calmingly to unbuckle the leather straps on her wrists. 
   “You didn’t call the police?” she asked, sitting up on the bed stiffly, as she was still not sure yet if she believed him. The harrowing lights moved on and the siren slowly faded into the distance.
    “No, I am the police,” the cop reminded her with a genial grin. The housebreaker’s apprehensive frown broke into a look of relief. “Would you like a drink?” he offered her hospitably, sitting up on the bed. Amber nodded, but still couldn’t bring her eyes to look at him.
   “Just water, please,” she accepted, drawing her knees up awkwardly against her chest. The cop looked at her with a spark of intrigue in his eyes, wondering how he could feel aroused again so soon just by hearing her say the word ‘please’. He stood and walked to his wardrobe, where he took out a pair of black lounge shorts and pulled them on. 
   “I’ll be right back,” he promised, leaving her alone in the room. Amber picked her clothes off the floor and quickly put on her joggers. She stuffed her underwear into her pocket and pulled her sports bra on just as the cop returned with two glasses of water. 
   “Thanks,” Amber said quietly, zipping the front of her top and taking the offered glass from him. 
    “I hope I didn’t hurt you?” She could tell from his voice that he meant it.
Amber shook her head and sat back down on the corner of his bed. “No. Well, no more than I wanted you to,” she assured, taking a sip of water without making eye contact. 
   “I’m Alex, by the way,” he told her, leaning against the bedroom wall casually as he took a long, thirsty pull from his glass. 
   The uneasy trespasser looked up into his eyes and when she saw no threat in them, she relaxed a little. “I’m Amber,” she responded. 
Alex sensed the girl was telling the truth and gave her a warm smile. “Are you hungry?” he asked. The girl nodded.
   “Good! I’m going to order pizza,” Alex declared, retrieving his phone from his bomber jacket pocket. “Margarita or meat feast?” he asked, looking for the pizza delivery number on his device. 
   “Meatfeast.” Amber responded, without missing a beat.
Alex nodded in approval. “Great choice. See, I told you we’d get on,” he winked, calling the number once he found it in his contacts. Amber heard the phone ringing through his phone speaker and it was clear he had deliberately made the call louder to prove to her that he was not dialing 999. 
   “Hello, Pizza Place, can you hold the line for a second?” the woman on the other end of the phone asked when she picked up.
   “Ok,” Alex responded. “They’re always busy on a Friday night,” he said, turning back to the girl on his bed, “but trust me, it's worth the wait.”
   “Can I use your bathroom?” Amber asked. 
   “Sure, it’s downstairs on the left,” he directed.
    Amber knew where the bathroom was, but nodded anyway and gulped down half of her water before heading down the stairs. 
   As the girl headed for the bathroom, Alex glanced around his dishevelled bedroom and found that her hoodie and trainers were still on the floor. He relaxed a little, knowing that she needed them to leave the house - if she was contemplating leaving. Which he hoped she wasn’t.
   “Hello, sorry about the wait. Can I take your order, please?” said the voice on the other end of the phone. 
   “Yes. Hello! I’d like to order two large meat feasts and twenty hot chicken wings, please,” he requested. The person on the phone took his order and advised that the delivery time was up to one hour. The police officer completed his order and ended the call, but the girl hadn't come back. Not wanting to spook his guest by going to find her in the bathroom, Alex stood alone in his bedroom for several minutes before finally admitting to himself that she had been gone for too long. 
  He walked down the stairs and opened the bathroom door. There was no sign of the girl and the window was wide open. 

Amber scaled the back fence into the alley and ran barefoot all the way to the end of the street. After feeling she had put enough distance between herself and the house, the burglar glanced back, reflecting on the man she had just walked out on. 
Out of nowhere, a car pulled up next to her on the road. It was Rico. “Get in!” he shouted at her hurriedly. She flung open the passenger door and got inside. Rico sped off down the road before she could shut the door. “What happened?” he asked and Amber could hear the panic in his raised voice. 
   “Nothing, he cuffed me, slapped me around a little and then when I didn’t tell him anything, he let me go,” Amber summarised. 
   “Did he hurt you?” Rico asked and Amber thought she detected a hint of guilt in her fellow gangster’s voice. 
   “A little,” Amber responded, looking out of the window so that he couldn’t see her smile to herself. 
   “Leave the Big Man to me. I’ll tell him you took a beating for him. He respects that kind of loyalty.”
   “Yeah,” Amber responded, still trying hard not to grin as a flood of erotic flashbacks rushed into her mind. 

Rico stopped the car in front of Amber’s home and she retrieved her house keys from under his car seat. The big man had a rule that on a job, keys and any identifying belongings must be stashed far away from the crime scene. The failed burglar was glad she had followed the rules tonight. Leaving her trainers and hoodie at the cop’s house would have been even more catastrophic if she had left anything that identified her in it. Smart phones, especially, had to be left at home, so Amber couldn’t wait to retrieve hers to tell her four girlfriends all about tonight's erotic encounter. Once she was inside her room, Amber reached under her bed for her phone and began messaging. 

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