by Dawn Marie
Tied-up Deputy
Book 2
Dawn Marie
Tied-Up Deputy
Book 2
Deputy Series
Copyright © 2017 by Shirley Colvin
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
I cannot believe it’s December already. Ever since that traffic stop in August I’ve been in a sucky mood. Deputy Gabriel Faircloth has taken over my thoughts.
I couldn’t get over Gabriel. Can he forget about me?
After all, this is not a romantic anything between the two of us. He wants my p***y as badly as I want his c**k.
Attention readers:
Book is meant for mature readers. Contains sexually explicit content.
This book is for the “real” one.
A very heartfelt thank you for taking your time to read my book.
~~Dawn~~
Chapter 1
I cannot believe it’s December already. The months have dragged by like a slow-dripping rain. I know I have been in a miserable mood ever since that traffic stop in August. Deputy Gabriel Faircloth has taken over my thoughts. Sleep was an item I now dreamed about constantly. Thoughts of revenge though had taken more and more of my brain power. Which was leaving me on edge and just plain exhausted.
Sitting or rather reclining on my couch, I have made a list of all the things I want to do to Deputy Gabriel Faircloth. It was time to finally get him back for that horrible, twisted traffic stop gone very wrong. But exactly how? When? Could I execute it? That was the main question to myself. The effects of that day still haunted me. Haunted me so much my health and personal well-being were being threatened.
To precede with the plans, I kept having, I needed to first find the blasted man. Even in a small town such as mine, sometimes people you knew, you rarely saw them. I’ve got to keep looking, I muttered underneath my breath. I guess I need to start visiting places deputy cars are gathered. Is that too obvious? I think our town has a lot of uniform law enforcement personnel in the local area. Maybe that would not be the way to do it…
Nibbling on my finger, I wrote some items down that seemed like they would fulfil this awful need inside myself. Ever since that August afternoon, I had not gone out with another man in any kind of romantic or friendly fashion. The mere thoughts of any male touching my body made me freeze up. Just the thought of that afternoon sent small chills down my whole body. I can still feel the imprint of his body on top of mine. His large hands holding me down while he took my body. Was that feeling ever going to go away?
First item on my little list was to find the person responsible for such feelings. Deputy Gabriel needed to be taught a hard lesson in using his authority and hurting other people. Especially a sensitive and kind woman like myself. The friendly and charming woman I use to be before that dreadful day was no more. No longer existed. Even my family was wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I had not told a soul. Only my nightmares, dreams, fantasies, whatever name you wanted to call them, they only knew the truth. They only felt his huge, hardened cock as it entered my body, branding my body with the splash of his hot cum.
Therein laid the root of the problem. I couldn’t get over Gabriel. Now my mind called him by his true name when waking from a roughened sleep. Sometimes in the dark of the night, usually around 2 a.m. I awoke from a sleepless dream, sweating, aching, damp. Feeling his hands on my body, his mouth sucking my nipples, his fingers pushing into the wetness of my pussy. My pussy did not know any better, it would climax all over those imaginary fingers. Leaving me gasping and unfulfilled wanting what I did not have. Wanting his huge nine inches of cock inside my dampened pussy, branding me with his heat and smell.
Afterwards, it was a tangled mess of sheets, tossing and turning trying to find sleep. Sleep that didn’t happen. Making me look tired, my hazel-blue eyes dull, my face pale even when I wore full makeup. Usually, I just got up and started my day no matter the time. Then around afternoon I’d lay back down and if lucky, find a couple hours of sleep. Never blissful. Never a resting, peaceful sleep. Thoughts of one muscled, sexy Deputy intruded into my mind. His unique smell that was only him continuously seemed to be there, on me, in me, around me. Surrounding my body, I could even smell his manly scent now. I wondered if it would ever leave me?
So, I had to find him. Personally. Up close and in touchable fashion. Then I had to continue with the rest of my plan. And, to say the least I was scared. I had to have closure over the whole incident. I had to talk and see Gabriel in the flesh. I had questions. I needed answers! The main question I kept asking myself was would he answer my questions. Would he? What would I do if he didn’t? What if I didn’t like his replies?
My list was completed and I just needed to execute my plan. And, tomorrow morning I was going to eat breakfast where all the local law enforcement people ate at. I was going into the hornet’s nest to find Deputy Gabriel Faircloth. He was not going to get away from me!
Chapter 2
As I lay in bed at 6 a.m. on a Sunday morning, with only a few hours of sleep, if you can call it sleep, I ponder if this revenge idea is ready a good idea. Is it? Do I deserve some kind of explanation for the deputy’s actions that August day? Why hasn’t he contacted me? Was that a first for him? Or, was I just another quick fuck on the job? Perks of being a hot, muscled deputy who looked like a walking lick-able sex stick. Did he even think about that day? Was it on his mind like it was on mine?
I haven’t thought what I would say to Gabriel. Not really. Just making that list to get even with him. How did you start a conversation with the stranger that fucked you in the woods? Now that was a conversation piece right there. If only I could be more hardened. But I’m not. I’m too sensitive. Too sweet. Too caring. Too hurt. Too damaged now.
Ten minutes have passed and I need to get up. Dress. Go. Act like it’s a normal everyday act to eat where I’m going. Which it sort-of is, especially at the place I am going to eat at. Try to be calm and just do what I must I keep muttering under my breath. But I can’t stay calm for long. Not when I think about that day. That day when Gabriel fucked me in the woods. When his hands held me down, when he handcuffed me! When his fingers entered my body and his touch branded my very soul.
I can still taste the mint on his lips as he kissed me. My lips still burn with the force of his possession. I still burn inside from the heat of his robin-blue eyes as they wondered down my naked body. Eyes that seemed to see deep into my soul, recognized the same passions, heated for the same things. My pussy craves his huge nine-inch cock again. My heart can’t accept that it was all a normal action for him. But I do not know anything about the man. I know nothing about the man underneath the dark-green uniform. But I want to
so badly …
To know him, I first must find him. To find him, I must go searching.
Looking through my clothes, what to wear on this very important task I have set for myself. I think I will just wear a pair of jeans paired with a pink and black long sleeved buttoned cotton shirt with light pink cowboy boots. It was sort of cool for December here in Florida along the Gulf Coast. Hair down, light makeup with some pink lipstick and just a slight mist of body spray. Ready to find me a Deputy. My hazel-blue eyes didn’t look so sure behind the glasses I wore. However, I knew this was something I must do. I had to have closure on this very unusual situation. And, I was no matter what it took. So, car keys in my hand, my purse, and my cell phone I’m ready to get the items on my list checked off.
As I walk out to my car, I glance back to my front door and want to run back inside. Inside to where I can be safe, calm, secure. I need with an urge that cannot be tamed. An urge to hear his voice again, stare into the depths of his robin-blue eyes, to smell his unique scent, to finally see for myself if he’s affected by us. Does he even recollect me? Does he know my name like I know his? Does he think about the two of us? Does he regret his actions?
Therefore, I can’t run back inside no matter how badly I want to. I must continue onward with the first part of my list. I must find him. Then I can maybe get rid of these awful feelings, urges, passions that keep a hold of me. I need to regain my life back and move past the past. But I can’t do any of that till I get some questions answered, hear the echo of his voice, feel the heat of his body, and see the penetrating stare of his hawkish gaze.
So, I get in my car and crank it. I sit there for a moment or two and give myself a pretalk of why this must be done. Hoping I can get some sort of clues as to why this happened between us. Why did he fuck me in the woods? He could have uncuffed me and let me go with a ticket. Even a warning. Something other than fucking me so hard I had bruises for weeks. So, yes, I am going, no matter how much I was shaking inside.
It’s hard to focus on where I am going. Not far from my house. A ten-minute drive if traffic is light, sometimes longer if say a tractor is on the highway. The Short-Stop is full this morning with locals getting their hot cups of coffee and newspapers. Mostly it’s a nice country setting for a drive into town. A small town that has grown over the years to many retirees that are mostly ex-military. Some of the older retirees just moved to the area for a cheaper cost of living when they retired. Other people are real locals, like myself, who were born and raised in this area and didn’t want to live anywhere else.
As I headed down the main highway in my small town, up ahead in the parking lot I could see all the law enforcement and fire department cars parked in various spots. There was a large crowd this morning. Many of the locals were there like they were every morning eating breakfast. The little restaurant wasn’t that nice of a place. It had been there for years with no updating. You probably know the kind. The same pictures, carpet, and tables were there after years, and years of use. Sometimes dust would hang off the air vents and flies would buzz around like crazy.
The place had excellent waitresses and good, plain hot southern food. The sweet tea was the best in town and they always made sure I had a pitcher at my table. So, my family ate there regularly. It’s the kind of place where everyone knows your name, knows what you are ordering, and makes you feel welcomed. Whether they really know you or not. But trust me, they know me. And, probably all my family as well.
I found a place to park between two deputy cars. I’d rather park up front by the front door, but all those places were taken by the older people. As I look over to the right at the deputy car parked there I can’t help to wonder if that could be his car. Could it? I did not notice any markings or numbers on his car that August day. No fathom of an idea if one of these cars could be his. I was so nervous! Can I do this?
I need to say so much! Can I? I’m suddenly not so sure of myself. What if he isn’t inside? Oh … but what if he is inside?
Turning my car off I rub my arms briskly, look up into the mirror mounted on the windshield and just look at myself asking myself if I have the strength to do this. My eyes say; yes, I can, however my heart says you are gonna break your heart. But so, what if I break my heart, it doesn’t really matter anymore, after all, it’s already patched together so many times what’s one more bandage. One more scar. One more stab wound. It’s what you do as a person afterwards that makes your heart either heal or stay broken inside. Which one would happen I did not know yet. I just know I should start somewhere and this is the start.
Grabbing my purse out of the passenger seat, I open my car door slowly. I go to get out and just sit for a second. The cool December wind hits me in the face, and for a second I wonder if this will be worth the sacrifices. I look up as I hear tires crunching on gravel in the parking lot, and two deputy cars pull around to the back of the restaurant. It hits me in the chest, painfully. This is the moment I have been obsessing about for months. For months!
To stop now would be just agonizing. And, the truth of the matter is I can’t stop now. I must have closure. I need to know why he fucked me. Simply put, but the truth.
So, I stand up and shut the door of my car. I beep my keys and I began the long, long walk to the front door of the country eating place that my family enjoys eating at almost every other day. I haven’t been in for about five or six days but it doesn’t matter they still welcome you with a smile and ‘where in the hell have you been’. As I get to the glass front door I almost cannot bring myself to reach up and open the damn door. But an older gentleman opens the door in front of me, and says, “There you go darling” as he holds open the door for me. I have no choice but to continue walking inside to the second glass door and opening it.
Opening the door, I step inside, a place I’ve been a thousand times yet, at that moment I do not want to be there in that spot. In front of the door there are five booths, two booths on the left and three booths on the right against a window and off to the left of the doors is rows and rows of about fourteen other booths. I walk towards the right to the last of the three booths, my families so called ‘spot’ and take a seat facing the door. The two booths in front of me are empty for now. The other booths in the main part of the small restaurant are all full.
However, the two booths on the left and to the right of me have people sitting in them. In fact, the last booth on the left, the one to my right, is filled with two deputies’ drinking black coffee. They are next to each other and the bench seat in front of them empty. It makes me speculate that they are waiting for others to join them. They are talking about some traffic stop the day before.
The waitress knows me and she’s bringing me silverware and a glass of sweet tea before I can say I want it. “Here you go, your usual.” She says with a huge smile. “Want your usual?” She means my breakfast of scrambled eggs, grits and white toast.
“Yes, thank you,” I reply. No smile today.
“I will bring you your pitcher in a sec,” she tells me. While turning to look at the Deputy’s table next to me.
“You guys ready to order,” she asks the two men.
“Not, yet. We are waiting on our buddies,” One of the deputy’s reply. His voice is deep, soothing, almost like a Doctor’s.
I lay my purse down beside me in the seat and look out the window to calm myself. Dawn, calm yourself, I say under my breath. It doesn’t work much; my heart is beating so fast I think it could jump out my chest. I take a straw out of the silverware package, stick it in my tea and reach for my glass of tea and take a small sip through the straw. I can hear the people around me talking, laughing, joking and it begins to calm me down. I take a glance at the table to the right and above where the two deputies are sitting. Two older men are sitting and talking about fishing. They are regulars and no big deal.
I look out the window to my left again and outside in the parking lot a group of deputies come walking around the corner of the building. They must have be
en in the cars that pulled in after me I thought. Six of them, they all look alike. Tall, muscular, short military style haircuts, uniforms spotless, and shoes made for running. The black belts that are around each of their waist are filled with various items. I notice what looks like clips, flashlight, Taser…hmm, bet that’s fun I think… and of course, they all have a firearm and I don’t have a clue what kind. I think the stick thing is called a baton but not sure. Pepper spray no brainer there since mine is pink. And, ooo, one of my favorite items…handcuffs. NOT! Well…maybe once upon a time.
The thought crosses my mind about how much those belts weigh. Do they really need them? They are standing in a semi-circle talking and gesturing with their hands. I can’t hear what they are saying but it looks like a few of them are telling a story of some kind. Sort of like the two next to me are, as they are still talking about the old lady they pulled over for a traffic stop for going way too slow down the highway. Find another story I think. As I watch the men outside the window, I take another sip of my sweet tea. As I look at them more closely, I notice the hair color on one of them. The way he’s standing tall and straight. Something about the line of the uniform, brings back a memory.
I jump a little, as the waitress finally sets the pitcher of sweet tea onto my table. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” she tells with me a laugh.
“It’s alright,” I tell her with a smile. We’ve known each other for some years now.
“What have you been up to? Did you have a hot date,” she asks, laughing in a loud, carrying voice. Everyone pretty much knows in town I’m single. And, I use to date a lot and now it’s a joking matter because I haven’t been on one in so long.
