EXTRACT FOR
Sinful Surrender
(Daisy Rose)

"Do you know why I stopped you?" the unfamiliar police said, still looking at his notepad.



I gulped and tried to fight back the panic bubbling in my belly. I shook my head. "No sir," I whispered.



"Hands on the roof of the car," he instructed.



I did as I was told willingly, preferring to face away from him completely so he wouldn't see how red my face was.



I heard a sharp intake of breath from behind me that told me he finally looked up from his notepad to see my naked body.



"Ma'am, why are you naked?" he asked, leaning forward and caging me in with a hand on each side of my body. I could see his hands beside me, his skin was almost as dark as James's. I gulped. This wasn't the same police officer who found us in the changing room the other day.



His face was just an inch from mine, his breath tickling my ear. What was he going to do to me?



"I... I'm sorry," I breathed.



"Sorry is not going to cut it," he whispered. "Are you a prostitute?" he asked.



"No!" I gasped, trying to draw back but his hand was on the small of my back, pushing me firmly against the warm car.



"Then why are you naked?" he asked.



"I... It was a prank," I murmured. I didn't want to get James in trouble.



"Liar," he said after a moment of silence. "I should punish you for being such a little lying slut..." He toyed with a curl of my hair, then slowly slid his finger down my spine. I tensed, wondering how far he would go. Fear coursed through me, but at the same time, my heart raced, my sex heating between my legs.



"No, no," I whimpered. :Let me go, please!" I was getting turned on by a complete stranger on the roadside!



"I suppose I could let you go..." he said, hands reaching all the way to my buttocks, cupping both cheeks with his hands. "If you'll let me fuck you."



"No!" I tried to pull away from him, but he held me against the car with his body.



"You need to be punished," he said. "I can't just let you go like this..."



With that, he pulled back and then slammed my upper body against the hood of the car. My hands fell forward, palms flat on the car, leaning over as I did.



His hand came down hard on my ass.