by Mira Paul
We spent the rest of the afternoon wrapped around each other, until the evening shadows darkened the room and the clock warned me it was time to get dressed and act like a good straight girl, because my parents would be home from work soon.
After high school, I joined the police academy. With no interest in continuing her education, Ricarda got a job at a high-end grocery store. We each had our own apartments. Though we’d discussed the possibility of trying to pass as roommates, we both knew we wouldn’t be able to pull it off. And outing ourselves to our families, friends, and coworkers was certainly not an option. Everyone we knew was conservative, and I was taking enough flack at the academy for being a woman. I couldn’t imagine what they’d do if they found out I was a dyke. So we continued to keep our relationship a secret, putting on the air of being best friends while fucking every night.
One night soon after I graduated from the academy, Ricarda walked into my apartment and grabbed my handcuffs from the coffee table. Twirling them around her finger, she sauntered off toward the bedroom. I followed, eager to see what she had in mind.
Ricarda had already undressed by the time I got there, her bronze body sprawled out on the bed. The cuffs lay in a small pile at her side.
“Guilty conscience?” I joked. I knew all about her little crimes, knew she was still stealing, but desired her too much to want to turn her in or even try to convince her to change her ways.
“My conscience isn’t guilty at all, but I am.”
“Steal another bra from Victoria’s Secret?”
“Actually, do you know the Federal Reserve Bank of Dallas?” Her face lit up in a grin I’d never seen before.
“You mean the bank that got held up this afternoon?”
Ricarda’s grin grew wider.
“It—it was you?” She nodded. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“That the gig would pay better than being a cashier at the grocery store.”
“But…but this isn’t just some cheap shit from the mall. Hell, these aren’t even middle-class savings accounts. We’re talking about the country’s finances here!”
“Well, I’m sure the government would remember to insure its own banks.”
“Ricarda, this is serious. It’s bad enough that you steal little things. I can’t be on a police officer and in a relationship with a bank robber.”
“Because you’d come out of the closet if I was a law-abiding citizen?”
I hung my head. She was right. It wasn’t like our relationship would ever be public, even if Ricarda wasn’t a criminal. Still, my sense of professional ethics would not quit nagging at me; stealing department-store jewelry was one thing, but robbing a bank was a different beast.
“I still feel obliged to turn you in.”
“Or maybe…” She trailed off, eying the handcuffs.
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe you could just punish me yourself.”
My resolve to be an upstanding officer fell apart, frustration and fear collapsing under the weight of desire. I picked up the cuffs, threaded them through the slats in the headboard, and grabbed her wrists. Ricarda squirmed as I opened the cuffs, so I climbed on top of her.
“Don’t move. You’re not getting out of this one.”
Once her hands were fastened, I stripped down slowly. She groaned as my clothes fell away. Climbing back on top of her hips, I started to touch her, rubbing her earlobes, then stroking her neck, sliding down to play with her breasts. I felt them fill my hands and twisted the nipples, watching her writhe and smack the chain against the wood, vainly attempting to get free.
Done with her breasts, I started to work the insides of her thighs, first massaging with my thumbs, then scratching with my nails, watching her legs twitch uncontrollably. Finally, I gave some attention to her pussy lips, rubbing them with my thumbs, feeling the blood pulse under her skin.
“Please,” Ricarda moaned.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
“Why should I do that? You’re a criminal. You don’t deserve to come.”
“I’m begging you, Officer. Please.”
So I pinched her hard, throbbing clit and Ricarda bucked her hips, eager for more. I took my thumb and made the deep, slow, counterclockwise circles that she loved so much. As I sped up, I heard her breath changing, and knew she was close. I felt her body start to clench, and right before she came, I pulled my hand away.
“Hey! Why would you do that?”
Rather than answering, I climbed higher up on her body, settling my cunt right over her mouth.
“Eat me. Now.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then you stand no chance of being allowed to come.”
Ricarda was so desperate that she didn’t need another order. She thrust her tongue so fast and deep between my slit that I almost fell over. She was messy, ravenous, greedy for the orgasm she hoped she’d get at the end. She slurped, bit me, rubbed her tongue furiously. My juices dripped into her mouth and down her chin. Steadying myself against the headboard with one hand, I brought the other to my breast and made her watch as I fondled myself, caressing the heavy curve and pulling the nipple. One of my pinches synchronized with a bite on my clit, and suddenly I was coming, legs shuddering so hard I could barely stay upright, every muscle sizzling with orgasm.
Once I regained control of my body, I steadied myself, climbed off the bed, and got dressed. Then I picked up my book and sat on the bed next to Ricarda.
“Hey!”
“What?”
“What about me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said if I ate you out you would let me come.”
“No, I said if you ate me out there was a chance I would let you come. But I decided not to.”
“That’s not fair!”
“It’s also not fair that a bank was robbed today. And I believe you did say I could punish you rather than turn you in. So, consider yourself punished.”
Ricarda sulked for a bit, then eased back into a smile.
“You know, that was kind of fun.”
“Even though I didn’t let you come?”
“Yeah. I like being cuffed.”
“And I enjoyed cuffing you. But I should probably free you now.” I got out my key and unlocked her.
“We should do this again sometime,” she said, dozing off.
As I took on more responsibilities with the force, I let some distance open up between us. It was hard enough being a closeted dyke, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable being involved with a criminal. After every heist, Ricarda would show up at my apartment ready for punishment, knowing I wouldn’t turn her in or turn her down. If she pulled an out-of-state job, it usually took her a few days to get to me, but sooner or later she was there, ready for whatever I was going to give her. For a while I stuck to handcuffs and what I could do with my own body: making her give me head, masturbating with my fingers while she watched, spanking her with my hands. Then I mixed in ropes, scarves, leather cuffs. I started teasing her with vibrators, fucking myself with dildos. I started punishing her with a paddle, a cane, a flogger. And even though I never gave her an orgasm once in all those years, she loved every minute of it.
While I was often frustrated by my slow advancement on the police force, I comforted myself by realizing my lack of progress meant I had yet to be put on Ricarda’s case. I never had to hunt her down after a robbery, never stake out one of her potential heists, never had to consult with the FBI when she pulled off a crime out of state. But eventually I got transferred, and I got promoted, and it was only a matter of time before Ricarda’s file was placed in my hands. Of course, she’d been evading state and federal authorities for years, so it was easy enough to simply fake my way through the ongoing investigation for a while without actually accomplishing anything, especially because Ricarda only pulled about six jobs a year. But eventually, she was ready to work again, and that meant I had to take an active role
in making an arrest. After looting the West End Casino in Dallas, she was at my apartment before I was even done collecting evidence from the crime scene.
“How are you going to punish me tonight, Officer?” she purred, sprawling on the couch, wearing a red evening gown.
I had no patience for her teasing and didn’t want to play.
“Ricarda, you know I’ve been assigned to your file. Why the hell are you here? I should call my backup and have you arrested right now.”
She sat up, startled by my tone. “Yvonne, what the hell has gotten into you?”
“I’ve spent years carrying around this guilty conscience, tormented by the fact that I love a criminal even though I’ve sworn to serve and protect the people of this city. I break that promise every time you’re here. Yet I don’t want to bring you to justice. I can’t carry on like this, especially now that I’m being paid to investigate your case.”
Tears started to peek out of her eyes. “So you want me to quit coming here?”
“More than that. I want you to retire. You have more than enough money to last you the rest of your life. Please escape, go somewhere without an extradition treaty, and just stop.”
“But I love what I do.”
“And you love me too, don’t you? Please don’t put me through the hell of looking bad at my job just to avoid arresting you. I take enough flack at work as it is. And please don’t put me through the hell of bringing you to justice. I hate what you do, but I can’t stand the thought of you going to jail. Quit and escape. For me.”
“Fine. But if I’m going out, I want to go out in style.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“One more job. It doesn’t have to be a big one, but I just need one last heist. Then we’re going to rendezvous in a warehouse somewhere. I want to rough you up a bit, put you in the ropes for once, and then I’ll take off. I don’t want it to look like you let me go. I want it to look like I earned it.”
I sighed, imagining the looks I’d get if the other officers thought I’d been caught and tied up by a criminal. But I’d also do anything to ensure she actually got away.
“Fair enough.” By now, tears were welling up in my eyes too. For all the frustration and anxiety she’d brought me over the years, I loved every minute I had with her. I knew this plan was for the best, that I wouldn’t have been able to keep going, that at least now she’d be safe for good. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t miss her.
“Now,” she cooed, “I believe I still need to be punished.”
As sad and stressed as I felt, I couldn’t resist her.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
I hurried off to the bedroom where I grabbed a bundle of rope and my favorite dildo. When I came back, I found Ricarda standing up, examining the books on my shelf. I charged, pinned her hands behind her back, and tied her wrists together.
“I thought I said don’t move. Now you’re really going to get it.” I pushed her face-first against the bookshelves, reached under her dress, and slid aside her thong, easing two fingers up until they hit her g-spot. Grabbing her breast with my free hand, I worked the nipple with rolls and pinches. Her g-spot swelled as I rubbed and pressed, and I felt the pleasure building in her muscles. Ricarda kept silent, tried not to let me know how much she was enjoying my handiwork, how close she was to orgasm. This was one of her favorite tricks, trying to make me get her off because I couldn’t hear her any shrieks or groans to indicate she was close. But she never learned how to control her breath, and I could always hear how her body felt in the sharp inhales and shallow exhales. And I knew her cunt too well, the way the muscle contractions increased as I worked her body into a frenzy, the surging contraction just before the orgasm broke loose. Richarda never managed to fool me. She tried her best this time, but I felt that g-spot give a tremendous throb and pulled away just in time.
“Please!” she cried. “Please get me off!”
“You know the rules,” I whispered, placing a soft kiss on the back of her neck. “You were a bad girl and now you have to pay. Turn around and face me.”
“No.”
I delivered one spank against the red satin covering her ass.
“I told you to turn around.”
“No.”
I swatted her again. “Now, are you going to do what I say, or am I going to have to make you listen?”
Ricarda didn’t say a word. I could barely hear her breathe.
“Fine.” I delivered one more smack as hard as I could, and her knees buckled slightly. Grabbing her shoulders, I whirled her around, then pushed her to the floor, directly beneath me. Once I had her where I wanted, I undressed quickly, and slid the dildo up into my sopping wet cunt. But though I was desperately horny, I went slow, massaging my own g-spot gingerly, feeling every nerve cry out for more. As the hot button swelled with desperation, I went faster, until my body was trembling so violently I had to brace myself against the wall. I felt the steaming orgasm overwhelm me, and at the last possible second I pulled the dildo out, and my own clear come came spilling out, pouring all over Ricarda. She opened her mouth to catch the spray as it sprinkled her face, her hair, her dress.
“You taste so good, Yvonne. You taste so good that I’m even hornier now. Please make me come.”
I bent down, untied her, helped her to her feet, and escorted her to the door.
“You know the rules,” I repeated, this time kissing her lips. “You break the law, you can’t come.” I watched her walk away until she disappeared into the darkness.
A week later, everything was set up. Ricarda was going to rob the Federal Reserve Bank of Dallas, the site of her first heist, to make herself feel as though she’d come full circle with her career. When I got the call that the bank had been hit, I headed towards the crime scene, calling for backup on the way. But once I put my radio down I veered off course. Once I arrived at the warehouse we’d selected for our rendezvous point, I picked it up again.
“I have the suspect’s car in sight. I’m heading north on South Lamar Street. Requesting backup.” I was of course nowhere near South Lamar Street, but it would throw them off the trail. Before anyone could respond, I shut my radio off, got out of the car, placed it on the pavement, and shot it. I did the same to my cell phone. Next, I shot the GPS device in my vehicle. With no way to contact me and no way to track my car, the officers would have to struggle to find me, giving us plenty of time to stage the getaway.
Ricarda was already waiting for me. She’d changed out of her all-black disguise and was wearing an inconspicuous sundress. I shoved the gun into her hands.
“Here, get your prints all over it. We need to make it look like you stole my weapon.”
I glanced at the setup. Ricarda had provided a chair and several lengths of rope. Plus we had the cuffs I kept on my own body. I knew we needed to stick to the plan. But I was already turned on at the thought of binding her, of punishing her one last time.
“You want it too, don’t you?” she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder. “A final hurrah before I disappear for good.”
“We have time.” I turned to face her and took the cuffs off my belt. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”
“Yes, Officer,” she gasped as the metal snapped into place.
I shoved her down and spread her legs wide, binding her ankles to the chair. Then I laced a long rope around her torso, pressing her flesh against the chair back. Hiking up her skirt, I ripped her panties off at the seams and stuffed them in my pocket. I got down on my knees and shoved my face up into her cunt, tasting her one last time. I ate as greedily as I had that first afternoon we were together, biting her flesh and sucking up all her juices. Her thighs started to quake and her cunt contracted involuntarily. Ricarda didn’t try to stay qu
iet this time, but moaned and shrieked as she neared her apex. I decided to give her a parting gift. This time, I didn’t pull away. I let her come.
It had been so long since I’d heard her orgasm that I’d forgotten what she sounded like. I was startled as the scream echoed through the empty warehouse, as she bucked her whole body despite the restraints.
As Ricarda finished, I stood up and gazed into her eyes. But as I leaned in for a kiss, I heard a siren blaring towards the warehouse. Grabbing my knife, I slashed the ropes and set her free. Ricarda climbed onto the table, where an open vent just her size gaped above her head. She jumped in, shimmied up, and disappeared into the darkness. I dropped to the chair, scratched my arms up with my knife just a little, making it look like I’d struggled to get myself free.
My team broke down the door and blue uniforms poured in.
“Finally! I thought you’d never be able to find me!” I yelled, trying to keep my voice from wavering. “Bitch shot out my radio and tied me up. She climbed up the air vent before I was able to cut myself free.” I knew they’d go after her, but I reassured myself that Ricarda would elude them if she hadn’t found her way out already. Nobody could catch her.
“Traffic cop happened to notice your squad car and called in for backup,” the captain said. “You’re lucky. Hey, Minogue! Go see if she’s still up in the vent.” I struggled to keep my face blank as one of the officers hoisted himself into the ceiling.
“I can’t believe she got away,” I murmured. “I was so sure I had her.”
“Ricarda Eposita has eluded everyone, from rookie local cops to the most seasoned professionals at the FBI. I didn’t expect you’d catch her, at least not your first time out. But you’re one of our best, Lieutenant Rich. I have a feeling you’ll get her someday.”
