**The Arrest**

I knew it was going to be a bad night the second Officer Peugh pulled me over. His cruiser lights flashed in my rearview, and my stomach twisted. I wasn’t drunk—just speeding—but the way he looked at me through his mirrored aviators made my pulse jump.

“Out of the car,” he barked, hand resting on his baton.

I stepped out, hands raised. “Look, officer, I—”

“Turn around. Hands on the hood.” His voice was rough, commanding.

I obeyed, pressing my palms against the warm metal. He kicked my legs apart, his thick fingers sliding down my sides before roughly patting me down. He lingered at my waistband, and I felt his breath hot against my neck.

“You’ve got a record, don’t you?” His knee nudged between my thighs.

“N-no, sir.”

A low chuckle. “We’ll see about that.”

Then his hand was on my ass, squeezing hard through my jeans. I gasped, but before I could protest, he yanked my wrists behind my back and snapped cuffs around them. “Quiet. You’re coming with me.”

—

**The Interrogation**

The precinct was empty. No booking, no paperwork—just the dim hum of fluorescent lights and the sound of Peugh’s boots on the tile as he dragged me into a holding room.

He shoved me face-first onto the table, my cuffed hands straining behind me. His weight pinned me down, his knee pressing into the small of my back.

“Fuck.” His hand slid under my shirt, calloused fingers tracing my ribs. “You’re trembling.”

I was. My cock was hard, trapped against the cold metal.

Peugh leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “You like this, don’t you? Getting manhandled by a cop?”

“N-no—”

*SMACK.* His palm came down hard on my ass, the sting making me jerk.

“Bullshit.” Another slap, harder this time. “You’re fucking leaking through your jeans.”

He was right. My dick throbbed, swollen and desperate.

Peugh unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding free with a hiss. “You’re gonna take what I give you.”

—

**The Punishment**

He yanked my pants down, exposing my bare ass. The air was cold, but his hand was hotter when it cracked against my skin again.

“Count.”

“F-fuck, one—”

Another slap. “Louder.”

“Two!” My ass burned, the pain sharp and electric.

Peugh chuckled, running his fingers over the reddening flesh. “Good boy.”

Then his hand was between my legs, gripping my cock. I gasped, hips jerking into his grip.

“Pathetic,” he growled, stroking me roughly. “Getting off on being punished like a criminal.”

He let go, and I whimpered at the loss. But then I heard the click of his handcuffs releasing—only for him to snap them around my ankles, spreading my legs wide.

“Stay.”

I couldn’t move—couldn’t do anything but watch as he undid his own belt, his thick cock springing free. My mouth watered.

“You want it?” He slapped his dick against my cheek.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Then open up.”

—

**The Submission**

His cock filled my mouth, the salty tang of him coating my tongue. I gagged as he thrust deeper, his fingers tangling in my hair.

“Suck it like you mean it, bitch.”

I hollowed my cheeks, bobbing my head as spit dripped down my chin. His groans were rough, fucking my face with slow, possessive strokes.

Then he pulled out with a wet pop, his hand fisting my hair again. “Turn over.”

I did, my bound legs spreading helplessly.

Peugh spat into his palm, slicking his cock before pressing it against my tight hole. “This what you wanted?”

I nodded, breathless.

“Say it.”

“Please, sir—fuck me.”

He didn’t wait. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside me. I cried out, the burn making my body clench around him.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He growled, gripping my hips as he pounded into me. Each slam of his hips sent shocks through me, my cock dripping onto my stomach.

“You’re mine now,” he grunted, slamming deeper. “Just a slut for my cock.”

I came untouched, my ass clenching around him as my orgasm ripped through me. Peugh groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself to the hilt, filling me with his cum.

He pulled out slowly, smirking as his mess dripped from my used hole.

“Good boy.” He patted my ass—hard—making me hiss. “Now clean me up.”

I did.

Because that’s what good sluts do.