by Dawn Marie
Handcuffed by the Deputy
Dawn Marie
Handcuffed by the Deputy
Copyright © 2016 by Shirley Colvin
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This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and are not to be interpreted as real. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, locales, or organizations, is entirely coincidental.
Attention Readers:
This book is intended for mature adults.
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Editing by Dawn
Dedication:
Sometimes life doesn’t always go as planned.
I was just driving to a family dinner when I got stuck behind some truck pulling a canoe. Flashing lights in my mirror and I’m pulling over for a county Deputy. I wasn’t speeding, at least not this time! The Deputy steps out of his car, and oh man! He’s one sexy blonde muscled male. I’m Dawn.
If ever you’re in my small town, please do not speed. Don’t throw trash out your window. Or, forget to turn your headlights on when it’s raining. Cause if you do, you may get pulled over by Deputy Gabriel.
Deputy Gabriel is one hot piece of male flesh. He doesn’t like the word no. He’s cocky. He’s handsome. He looks damn good in his uniform. But he takes what he wants…that’s me.
Attention readers:
Book is meant for mature readers. Contains sexually explicit content.
The annoying sound of the alarm clock kept beeping and Dawn was tired of hearing it. She knew she had to be up. She wasn’t a morning person. Rolling over in her snug queen sized bed, she slapped her left hand down firmly on the damn alarm clock. Hoping she broke the thing! Closing her eyes, she wished for a day in bed with nothing to do. However, that wasn’t going to happen.
Her family was having a cookout. They expected she be there. At 42 years-old she valued family. After a very nasty divorce, she did need reinforcement, but sometimes she needed time to herself. She needed space. She sometimes daydreamed about adventure and excitement. But that stuff didn’t happen in real life. At least not in her life as it was now.
Why did all the unpleasant stuff happen to her? Dawn pulled the covers over her head. If only she could just stay in bed and sleep! Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. She rolled over to see her phone going off with text messages. Please!
Message from Mom: Where are you? We are waiting for you!
Should she reply?
She got up and went to the bathroom. Brushed her teeth and then decided to reply.
Reply: I am dressing now. I will be there soon.
Dawn needed to shower and get dressed she thought. It was going to be a very long day. Her family attempted to cheer her up but it didn’t always work. She was in huge rut in her mental state. Therefore, her personal life was suffering because of it. Life needed to get better for her. She needed to find some inspiration and move onward. She just didn’t know how. How? She wasn’t the only girl or woman that had gotten taken advantage of from a guy. It was just a hard thing to accept especially for her that she let a guy pull the wool over her eyes and heart.
One thing for certain, Dawn didn’t have any answers. Her shower was getting cold and she needed to get dressed. Standing in front of the mirror at the sink she calmly looked at her naked body. Hair was blond in color with faint streaks of red running here and there throughout the shoulder length hair. Her eyes were a hazel-blue. She wore glasses which sucked, these frames were black and she disliked them. She took them off and laid them by the sink. Her breasts were still firm, size 38’s, a pale creamy color, her nipples round and pinkish. Just identical to little sweet raspberries she thought. She was lightly tanned on her arms and legs from working in her yard. Her stomach was slightly rounded from having two children. Her butt was too fat she thought. She didn’t really know what to think about herself. Her skin was still nice and smooth to the touch. People often remarked she was still so young looking.
Opening the glass shower door, she stepped inside. The steam from the shower hit her directly in the face, blinding her for just a minute, especially without her glasses on. The water was very hot and just the way she liked it. Dawn held her head back, her shoulder length blond hair getting wet from the spray. It felt heavenly. She shampooed her hair quickly. The suds, in long white streaks, ran down her naked stomach and back.
Dawn reached for the soap. Making up a heavy lather she soaped all over. Her pussy needed shaving but since she was late and it was still silky smooth she left it alone. Her fingers parted her pussy lips and washed all inside. It felt so sensual. She wished she had time for some play with her favorite toy but she didn’t. She was late after all.
Rinsing off, she turned the shower off. Stepped out, and dried off.
Opening her closet and walking inside she searched for something to wear. It was a family dinner, outside, in the August heat of Florida. Therefore, she chose a pair of her favorite denim shorts and a black tank top. No panties, and an old lace black bra. She picked out a pair of pink flip flops and did a light makeup on her face. She was ready to go!
Dawn grabbed her purse, keys and phone while heading out the front door.
Living in a very small town, it wouldn’t take that long to get to her parents’ house. They lived about eight miles away from her. As she pulled out of her drive, the neighbor waved goodbye to her, and she stepped on the gas. I hope that the food will be ready, she muttered underneath her breath. Maybe it would help to get her in an improved state of mind. She hoped so. About four minutes later, up ahead on the two-lane road, a truck was pulling a canoe; he was going 35 mph in a 55-mph zone. It was going to take a bit. So, she stayed a few car lengths back and waited patiently for the chance to pass the truck.
The radio in the car was blasting her favorite song about moving and loving. She sang along even though she couldn’t sing. The radio guy said the heat index for the Gulf Coast was 107 today. Whew! Hot. Hot. I hope that Mom will have lots and lots of sweet tea made, Dawn thought. The air in her car just wasn’t cold yet, and she was starting to break a sweat.
Off into her own trifling world of thoughts, she didn’t notice the patrol car or spot the blinking lights behind her. She glanced up into the mirror and muttered, “Damn it.” Then trying to find a safe spot to pull over in her little car, she did. At a walking trail parking area. It was empty. It was too hot for people to be out walking, running or biking. Pulling into a parking spot, Dawn put the car into park. Then turned the car off.
One thing that made her nervous as hell was law enforcement people. She wasn’t narrow-minded. She was just very edgy around them. She didn’t drink and she didn’t do drugs or any other unlawful activity. However, she just sidestepped them. Maybe it was their brash attitude. The fact they carried weapons? Used deadly force? She did know they made huge sacrifices to have the jobs they performed every day.
Dawn looked out her back window, and the deputy was just getting out of his patrol car. He looked tall maybe six feet two inches in height and muscular. His uniform was wrinkle free; she wondered how he kept it that way. He had dark black sunglasses on and a blond hair cut in a military style trim. He wasn’t carrying anything in his hand, so she wondered what was up. Shou
ldn’t he have a ticket-book in his hand?
She rolled down her window when she saw he was even with the side of her car. She read somewhere a person was supposed to that, tinted windows or not, to make the officer feel more at ease with walking up to stopped vehicle.
“Good Afternoon,” the deputy replied in a deep, dusky voice.
“H,” she replied kindly. She smiled up at him.
“Can I have your license, please?” He asked. Goodness his voice sounded creamy hot.
“Sure,” she answered. Why did he need that? She wasn’t speeding! Not today!
Dawn reached over to the passenger seat and opened her purse. She found her license, wishing her picture didn’t suck so badly and handed it to the deputy. He looked at it and then back up at her.
“Here you go, Ms. Little,” he pronounced as he handed the license back through the window. She grabbed it and stuck her license in the passenger seat for now.
“Thank you.” Dawn replied softly. Goodness she was nervous!
“Do you know how fast you were going?” He questioned in a formidable tone.
“No, Deputy. I don’t know,” she replied in a drained voice. She was late, she was hot and now this!
“Too fast,” he told her. His voice now cold and impassioned if that was possible. It was a totally different tone than before.
“Really…” she asked. Yes, is was a sarcastic remark. She was not speeding!
“Are you being a smart-ass,” he demanded. “I don’t like smart-asses.” His voice was even harsher and unsympathetic now. She guessed she had pissed him off big time. Just her luck a pissed off deputy in a dark-green, wrinkle free uniform. A uniform that hugged his muscular frame very tightly. In all the right places…especially his crotch area. Where did that thought come from? The gutter, she giggled inside.
“No,” she replied.
“Get out of the car!” He exclaimed. His voice was demanding in its authority. Each of the five words being emphasized on, making a very solid and loud order.
Dawn had read somewhere, that you just did not leave your car. Wasn’t there proper procedure to follow? She didn’t do anything wrong, and she really couldn’t have been going that fast. Especially, with “Mr. Go So Slow”, in front of her on the highway pulling a damn ugly canoe.
“Why?” She was really getting mad. The question was a logical one.
“You don’t ask the questions,” he replied firmly. He pushed his hair back with his right hand. She snickered because he had no hair to push back. His hands were very large. Clean. His fingers were long and lean. His forearms nice and tanned, with sprinkles of blond hairs curling here and there.
“Can I see some ID?”
“Excuse, me!” He exclaimed. Surprise showed on his face.
I am not going to be a pushover, Dawn thought. She was 42 years-old and he looked around the same age as her. He had to be reasoned with, she thought, just like a two-year-old toddler. Although, he was way too handsome, she had to admit, to be in the toddler category. Did he know he was handsome? Did he use that to his advantage in his job? Mm. Probably so. He seemed cocky. Very sure of himself if such a thing was possible.
“ID,” she shouted at him. “you heard me. I am not getting out of this car until I know you are a real whatever.” She hissed at him. She was pissed now. Dawn even made the little circle sign with her right hand. She even put the implication on “real” and “whatever”.
Buzzing could be heard from inside of her purse. Her mother was texting again wondering where she was. Her kids were texting her. Her friends were wondering what she was up to. She huffed to herself, if they only knew right this second. She would have to be stopped by a Tall Handsome Sexy Uniform Guy Who Was An ASSHOLE. Her one downfall had to be a man in uniform. There was something just so manly about them; wasn’t there?
“Get out of the car, NOW!” He ordered her. His voice loud and firm.
“Nope. Not happening,” she replied. Her attitude and voice were more firm this time replying.
He reached for the door handle with his left hand. By some miracle, she was faster and reacted by locking her doors. The clicking sound echoed off the inside of her small car. The sound was final. Very loud, the sound echoed in the empty parking lot. Dawn glanced up at his face, and she could tell he was livid.
Was such a thought possible that he was livid? There were rules about your emotions in his line of employment. At least she thought so. Weren’t there? He did look very red in the face now. With his skin coloring, he looked like he had sunburn. Did he take heart medicine? Hope he doesn’t have a heart-attack, Dawn thought quickly. She couldn’t remember the steps for CPR being so nervous.
Dawn was suddenly alarmed. She should call for help. Call for help? She almost laughed out loud. Would they even believe her? Moreover, what exactly would she say? Hi, I’ve been pulled over by one of your deputies. However, since I didn’t do anything wrong and he wants me out of the car. I’m not getting out. Come help me!
She didn’t think that would be of any assistance to her current situation. Reaching for her phone in her purse, she decided maybe she could fake her way out this confounding position.
“Put the phone down,” he shouted through the car window.
“No,” she yelled back. Her phone now held in her right hand. She would call someone! She would, she muttered under her breath.
It didn’t even register that her driver’s side window was still half way down, not until his big, startling left hand reached through the window and pulled up the door lock. It all transpired too fast, one big blur of movement. Then her car door was being pulled open! The nerve of the man!
Dawn tried to grab hold of the door handle and hold it shut. He was too strong for her 120-pound body. The door was quickly opened wide and he was standing right there in the empty space. Thereby, blocking her inside her own damn car. The blasted nerve of the man! Who in hell did he think he was? Oh, right a deputy.
The deputy was really a huge man. She had to admit that fact. Up close and very personal he was a fine specimen of male flesh. One arm rested on the roof of her car and the other on her driver’s door. The muscles in his arms were very well-defined. She could make out the blue veins underneath his skin. He certainly kept in shape and exercised. The hair on his arms were light-colored and curly. She wondered if it would be soft to the touch. It would be either stiff or soft. She had a weakness for soft hair underneath smooth skin. Did he have hair on his chest?
He took the arm resting on the roof and pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head. Then quickly put the arm back where it had been resting. His eyes were bright and robin-blue in color as they contacted and locked with her hazel eyes. They were all grasping. It was as if he knew all her thoughts. Knew what she was thinking as she viewed him standing in the space of her door.
With no real thought to her actions she started tapping at the touch screen on her phone, trying to find contacts. Where the hell was 911? His hand quickly snatched the phone from her small fingers and flung it over into the passenger seat. She was really frightened now. She looked up at him; he was tall, over six feet. She was only five feet four inches barefoot. The random thought entered her brain process. What was she going to do now?
“What in the hell do you think you are trying to do,” he barked at her. He could have been a drill-sergeant. He had the voice down good. Nasty. Mean.
This man, this law enforcement officer, with his sworn duty to protect was really making her angry. She did not break the law. She was even certain of it now. What in the damn hell did he want from her? What was he going to do with her?
“What’s your name?” She probed. She was so going to report him when she was released. The jerk-off, she thought.
“Deputy Gabriel Faircloth,” he replied calmly.
“Good -- cause when I’m done here, I am so going to report your ass,” she stated surely.
He laughed very loudly. She was angry! She was hot! She was getting weary. What was
his problem? She was really starting to question if he was really a law enforcement person at all. However, his car was all legal looking. White paint job with green lettering and numbers and ugly black tires. He even had the correct uniform. She thought he did. What did she really know?
After all, she did buy a uniform one time online for dress-up night. She thought dressing up as a lady cop would be sexy for the man in her life. He did not appreciate the effort. But this guy could have bought a fake uniform online. Only he did not show her his ID when she asked to see it, and that left a doubt in her mind if maybe this was a prank of some kind. But his badge and the gun at his waist looked real enough.
“I want you to step out of the car,” he demanded.
“No! I did not break the law!” She cried.
He grabbed her left arm, up by her elbow and pulled her out. Pulled her out! What the fuck! Dawn started crying. No one was around. If she yelled would anyone hear her?
“Help,” she screamed. “Help me!”
He turned her around so quickly she was dizzy. She was facing her hood; bend over, with both her arms behind her back. It hurt like hell. He had a hard grip on her small wrists. She would be bruised tomorrow. Her face was pressed cheek side against the car, it was hot. It burned. Her glasses were knocked sideways off her nose and everything was blurred. He was a cold-hearted bastard she knew that now.
“Let me go,” she pleaded.
She was crying much harder now. She didn’t know what to do. What would happen now? What was he going to do to her? She could feel the heat from his hands and body now. He was warm against her bare skin. He smelled good also. She knew this was something she should not notice but she did.
“No,” he answered softly. Dawn almost didn’t hear his reply.
Did she hear him correctly? Did he just say no to the letting her go? Oh, God! Dawn started praying for strength. Tears were running onto the hood of her car, making it harder to stay bent over. Her arms hurt badly. He was well muscled and outweighed her easily. If she did get away, where would she go? She was surrounded by woods.
