Handcuffed by the Deputy (Deputy Series Book 1)

by Dawn Marie

  “Please,” she pleaded. Maybe he had a heart after all. Maybe she could reach him. She read somewhere once to connect to your captors. Could she?

  “Not happening,” he answered. Her heart sank. Dear God.

  She felt cold metal on her small wrist, then a clicking sound. He was handcuffing her! Weren’t there proper procedures to follow? Should she be bent over?

  What the fuck! This could not be happening to her. Not now. Not today!

  The nerve of the man, handcuffing a woman like her. Shouldn’t he be reading something to her now about her rights? She wasn’t a threat. Dawn knew there had to be other ways to secure a person. He did not have to use handcuffs on her.

  “Please,” she begged. “let me go.” Tears were running down her face.

  No reply. His hands released her wrist. His firm body remained behind her, blocking her in on the hood of her car. What was he going to do? She was hot, very hot. She was sweating and with the tears she was sure all her makeup was gone. She needed a drink, her mouth was so parched.

  With a small hiccup, Dawn swallowed the best she could. Blinking her eyes, she cleared some of the tears from her eyelashes. She sensed him behind her, her back burned with his scrutiny. Her body felt sizzling. She wanted to see his robin-blue eyes, see the reactions on his face. What were his thoughts? Was he going to physically harm her? Did he feel threatened by her?

  Dawn didn’t have long to ponder any more musings, as Deputy Faircloth used one of his legs, to spread both her legs apart. With no warning from him, she almost fell over. She grabbed the hood with her small chin, and tried to stay in place. What was he going to do? He moved his firm waist and muscled thighs into the spot he had created. The heat from his thighs seeped onto her bare legs.

  She tried to think of anything she could do. She really did. Even if she could get a chance to outsmart him where would she go? Did she want to get away? She tried to clear her brain. She couldn’t. She looked up from her position and saw a tree line of pines. She could possibly make it across the parking lot and into the woods if she were fast enough.

  However, that was the biggest question of all. Could she run that fast? He was a big man but was he use to running? She thought all law enforcement people kept in shape but then again maybe they didn’t. After all, some of the guys she saw at the deli place in town one day didn’t look like they exercised at all. It was a huge gamble…for her. Either he kept in shape and could run after her, or he couldn’t. And Dawn knew she didn’t exercise. She was out of shape and not afraid to state it.

  Sucking in a huge breath of air, she knew she couldn’t wait for whatever he had planned to do to her. She had to make a move. He already had her handcuffed. She was at his mercy. And she didn’t think he had a soft spot in his heart at all. If, by some miracle he did, she needed to reach it. Reach it fast. Cause some how she did not think this situation was going to turn out good. He had her handcuffed on the hood of her car, for Christ sakes!

  Nervous she grew more frightened of what she was thinking of caring out. Sometimes her plans didn’t go as planned. His uniform pants on her right leg were scraping her soft inner thighs. She was sure it was red by now because it was itching. Her arms were hurting bad now. The cuffs were cutting into her small wrists and she knew there would be bruises. She tried turning her wrists but she couldn’t and it only made them tighter.

  “Stop moving,” he bellowed at her.

  “Let me go. Please,” she begged him again. Tears were starting up again and she didn’t want to cry. She needed to think how to get out of this situation. Not cry.

  “When you break the law, you get punished,” he stated almost too calmly. His voice was so deep and husky.

  “What,” she screamed. “you’re fucking crazy!”

  She heard his deep laughter. He was amused! He had the nerve to kick her legs even wider with his laughing. Her back now hurt even more. She knew she had to get away now. She was shaking. Could she do this? Could she run? She was attracted to this man. But why handcuff her?

  His right hand, a warm one at that, she thought it was his right. Started to stroke her back straight down her spine, running down in a firm stroke to her ass, where it lingered. With his hands being so big, one hand almost covered one side of her right fat ass cheek. Then he grabbed it hard. His fingers biting into the tender denim covered flesh. Of all the days, not to be wearing any panties she groaned to herself. The tips of his fingers lightly brushed under the line of her shorts against her right ass check, she could feel the heat from his fingertips as he stroked the outline of her pussy.

  Now she was certain what he planned had nothing do with going to jail. He was going to handle her personally. Deputy Gabriel Faircloth had very naughty and illicit plans for her. She would bet money on that fact. The question was, did she want this? Yes, she had to say she wanted to see where this was leading to.

  Dawn so wished for a model thin body that was fit and lean. Then she would have a better chance of getting away. She doubted that she could really surprise him and sprint away. After all, he supposedly chased bad guys every day in his line of work. He probably wouldn’t have any problem at all catching her.

  But Dawn was not a quitter! Therefore, she was going not going to give in to him that easily. She was dizzy and didn’t feel so good with this whole traffic stop situation. She had to make her move.

  The deputy stopped his inspection of her right buttock and other areas as he begun to rub both hands up and down her legs. Her shoulders were aching bad and her arms felt like they were getting numb. She knew she had to be quick. But she wasn’t use to fast movement. Too much ice cream and candy bars at night. This was going to test her resolve.

  Thoughts of movies she had watched flashed through her mind like a mini movie marathon. Which one would work? She wasn’t a muscled action hero. Nor was she a super-hot killing chick. A few hit the spot as maybe would work…but the biggest question of all was…could she, do it?

  “You’ve got the smoothest skin I think I have ever felt,” he muttered behind her.

  If they were on a date that might have gotten him a big hug, but there was no such thing. There was no way to sugar coat this. She was handcuffed for no real explanations by a sexy Deputy. A deputy that for sure had sexual thoughts on his mind. She heard a female radio voice coming from his patrol car. This could be her chance for freedom!

  “Stay right there,” he told her. “I’ll be right back.” He walked away to his patrol car.

  Dawn wiggled her body and head around to the side of the hood as best she could. She could see him, just barely; his driver’s door was open wide. He leaned down inside of the car and picked up a radio. He answered the voice, “10-69.” There was radio silence for a few seconds. Dawn used those seconds to glance around to get her bearings. He was tall, muscular and would be a very good looking guy if she had met him out somewhere.

  The female voice behind the radio suddenly replied, “10-4.”

  What did that mean? He straightened up and shut his door. He walked back slowly to her on the hood of her car as if he had no worries. His black belt, she could not think of the proper name, gleamed in the afternoon sun, showcasing his service weapon and a huge black stick. The expression on his face said he was going to make his move. She was out of time. She had to act. She wasn’t going to make this easy.

  He jerked her back into the position he wanted her into. It was a hard jerk. It hurt. He wasted no time by kicking her legs back apart where he then moved between them once again. Dawn knew before he tried anything else this was her opportunity to act. One action was right there in the front of her thoughts. She didn’t question it, she just reacted. Instinct took over.

  The deputy was moving, she didn’t know for what, she didn’t care. She inched up on the hood as best she could and then quickly reared back her head as hard as she could. Her head instantly connected into something. She didn’t look; she just turned and ran towards the tree line. Her flip flops were not made for r
unning and one turned on her making her stop in mid run to correct the shoe. Her right ankle had twisted and it hurt. However, she continued running towards the line of pine trees.

  “You damn bitch!” He was shouting after her.

  Dawn turned her head to look behind her just as she made it into the trees. The ground was covered in small ground growth and brown pine needles. They crunched underneath her feet. Her heart stopped in her chest from the sight behind her. The deputy was holding what looked to be his nose with his left hand; bleeding all over his hand and arm. He was running after her at a moderate pace and he looked irate.

  Panic set in, Dawn didn’t know what to do! So, she just ran. It hurt and it was hard. The handcuffs were even tighter now and they impaired her running. She thought that maybe her wrists were bleeding. Small bushes hit her bare legs leaving two-inch-long scratches. Big tree limbs hung in some spots and she had to slow down and duck under them. That took time that she didn’t have. She could hear him running behind her…he was close.

  Dawn glanced back for just for the barest of seconds, and he was inches from her back. Dear God, he looked so furious! What was she going to do?

  Run faster if she could. She couldn’t really contemplate anything that coherent. Her arms were really hurting! That one fact alone could not be overlooked. Another, she was handcuffed still by God! The one coherent single thought was to get those handcuffs off. Off! Now, or she knew she was doomed.

  At that exact second, she felt her body being pushed aggressively to the hard ground. The breath from her chest left her lungs, and Dawn struggled to suck in air. The heaviness of his body weight was too much for her slender frame. She was confined by his body. His chest and thighs held her tightly to the hardened earth. The pressure alone on her poor, aching arms, handcuffed behind her back was unlike any pain she had ever felt before. Unless you’ve been handcuffed before you really can’t imagine the pain bearing through your shoulders and arms.

  “Don’t fucking move!” He snarled at her.

  Dawn couldn’t respond, her face was turned to the right and her cheek was pressed so tightly to the hard earth that her jaw hurt. Her glasses were being crushed. She felt something wet and sticky running down her shoulder. She could just barely make out the red blood dripping onto her shoulder. The deputy was bleeding from his nose she presumed. Drip, drip, drip, his bright red blood splashed onto her bare shoulder.

  He eased up with his weight but just by mere inches. She could inhale better but then again not by much. Dawn sensed movement, and she wondered if he was trying to put pressure on his nose bleed. Maybe this was her chance. If she could connect to him just maybe she could him to release the handcuffs.

  “Do you need…help?” She softly asked. Her voice was stifled from lying on the ground.

  Dawn could almost hear, ‘tick tock, tick tock’ in her mind as it was taking so long for him to reply. What was Deputy Gabriel Faircloth pondering? Was he having second thoughts about this whole traffic stop gone wrong by handcuffing her? Finally, after what she could only assume was two minutes, he moved off her back. The release of the pressure from off her arms was a relief like one she’d never experienced before. It was almost climatic.

  “Turn over.” Dawn almost didn’t hear those two words that was spoken so softly. Did he just say to turn over? Her gut told there was no stopping the chain of events.

  It was hard to twist over onto her back. The deputy had moved down to her ankles. He hunched there ready to strike at her if she made one wrong move, she sensed that right away, as she slowly continued to twist onto her very aching back and arms. Once she was flat, her eyes connected to his robin-blue eyes which were alert and very fuming. Why was he fuming? This was all his own damn fault. How could she soothe the situation?

  “You’re bleeding from your nose bad,” she stated as calmly as she could speak. “Let me put pressure on it for you.”

  He gazed down at her, his nose continued bleeding onto her ankles, running down his chin mixed with his sweat, as to say it’s all because of you I’m bleeding. Which Dawn knew maybe was true, but it was because of his actions that he was the one bleeding.

  “Ok…” That one single spoken word made her heart clinch.

  Dawn struggled to get her body into a sitting position. The handcuffs made it hard to get any balance and it was like doing sit-ups. After a couple of stiff struggles and wiggling, he pulled her up between his knees into a sitting position. He was squatting on his knees which made the height of her shoulders even with his. He really was an attractive man too bad his personality did not seem to match. His personality seemed hardened, strict, and insensitive. Was it? Just who was this deputy underneath?

  She swallowed; her throat very parched, and tried to speak. Trying for the second time, Dawn could get something from her voice. “It may hurt.”

  Handcuffed, she looked down at her arms, hoping he’d get the hint that she couldn’t help him if she was still bound. Glancing back up, he hadn’t registered that he needed to undo the cuffs. He didn’t look pleased. Dawn worried about that peculiar thought the most. He looked lost in thought, and if such a thing was possible, hurt.

  “Can you undo me – please?” She finally asked.

  He fumbled around with his right hand into the left pocket of his uniform. His long, thick fingers finally pulled out a small key. He reached around to her back, where her arms were still cuffed, clicking the lock with the keys. Instantly the cuffs dangled from behind her. The relief from the pressure on her shoulders and arms was heaven sent. Tears formed in her eyes, she quickly blinked them away.

  “Thank you,” she replied softly. She didn’t look at him instead she looked down at her waist, her hands rubbing her arms. She was trying to get her arms to work.

  Dawn took the end of her tank top and pulled off a strip. She would use that to stop the blood coming from his nose. Hoping it was thick enough and would work. Squinting up at him, their eyes connected. The zing from that gaze was like an electrical shock. It hit her core. She was attracted to this deputy. Oh no! She was shocked at herself. Her nipples hardened to small pebbles underneath her black bra. She was sure he had to notice. Why him? Why now?

  Taking the strip into her right hand, she reached up to his bleeding nose. Blood was still oozing a small bit, so it did need pressure applied. Gently she put the cotton strip to his nose and held it. Softly she counted inside her head, hoping the blood would stop. His face was smooth; she could tell he shaved recently. His cologne was manly and made her want to snuggle up against his chest. Maybe take a long nap. The exact scent she couldn’t name but it was very refined.

  By the time her counting reached thirty, she thought it was enough time. Dawn took the strip off his nose, it was bloody. She threw it over into the trees to her right. The blood had stopped! She was so relieved. Her eyes caught his for a second, and that was her downfall. She could feel the heat. His robin-blue eyes spoke volumes. They contained so many unanswered replies. The sexual desire between the two of them was too hot to ignore.

  He reached for her, pulling her against him hard, as his lips descended onto hers. The kiss was a firm, rigid kiss. One that said he was taking what he wanted and he knew how to do it. His breath tasted of mint, his tongue wasted no time in pushing into her mouth and finding hers. She tried to close her mouth, pull away her tongue, but he wouldn’t let her go. His arms were fully around her, holding her hostage to his kiss. He was taking not giving. His tongue played with her tongue, thrusting and withdrawing, swirling around hers, and goodness Dawn couldn’t help herself from giving in to those wicked desires.

  The kiss went on and on, Dawn had never in all her years been kissed so thoroughly. If they were lovers and in love it would have been a worship kiss. However, as he nipped her lip, making her bleed, she yanked away. Huffing, she tried to drag air into her lungs. She wiped her mouth off from the small drip of blood that was there. She didn’t want to look at him. So, Dawn kept her eyes downcast. Her heart was beating
so hard, she felt really alive at that moment.

  He exhaled air. She heard him. She knew he was affected by the kissing. God, she was! She tried to move backwards but she couldn’t move an inch. His uniform tight and still wrinkle free, showed only too well the firm erection hidden underneath beneath the crotch of his uniform pants. Shocked she tried not to look but that one glimpse stuck with her. His cock was so bluntly outlined; she didn’t know what exactly to do. It was the biggest cock she’d ever seen up close. It had to be nine inches long and as wide as her small hand wide. She could feel the heat from his muscular body seeping into the pores of her skin, warming her.

  What was she to do? She came to her wits enough to realize she was not cuffed now. It was her opportunity to get free. He was fast and strong. She didn’t know if she could overpower him being this close. He had training when she had none. All Dawn had was her natural instincts. She didn’t want this to happen this way, and in some other deep part of herself, she did. She wanted the Deputy. Dear God…she wanted this!

  Maybe he could read her mind, or he just knew from her expressions. In a firm grip he reached around, pulled both her arms backwards, and handcuffed her. The pain was horrendous. Dawn could not stop the moans of pain spilling from her body. Why couldn’t he see he was hurting her? Didn’t he have any pity at all? Why handcuff her again after that kiss?

  “Please, don’t cuff me,” she begged. “it hurts so much.”

  “It is for your own safety,” he stated with composure.

  “What,” she screamed. “you are fucking nuts!”

  “I see,” he grunted.

  Dawn lost what little composure she had left. Tears ran down her face in huge streaks. Let him see them, she thought. You are the origin of it all. She had to get away from this deputy and soon. She just didn’t know how. However, she was going to damn try. He clearly wasn’t all together in the mental department. Her mistake for thinking he would stop his attack. Did he kiss all his traffic stops so deeply?