It was one of those nights. You and (boyfriends name*) had been out. For him, that meant that he got drunk and you had to drive him home. But that was not the worst thing about it: Somehow, while he was snoring all the way home, he would suddenly wake up just when you reached his apartment. And then he would clumsily fondle you, trying to start something that he would not be able to finish anyway, considering his state of drunkenness.
To cut it short, you hated it. The real sad part about it was that these nights defined your relationship. Lately you had considered breaking up with him often, but even if you would – you lived in a small town, knowing everyone who lived there already for your entire life. There was no one you would want to get involved with, and you clearly didn’t want to rot in this hamlet alone. It sounded dumb, sure, but those that grew up in such a small village might understand.
Brooding over those depressing thoughts you didn’t pay much attention on where or how fast you were driving. You knew these streets inside out. You had almost reached his apartment and hung on to the thought that things couldn’t get worse, when you saw the blue light in your rearview mirror.
Oh no…what was it with that police officer? As long as everything stayed calm he was nowhere to be seen, but disregard the traffic laws and you could be sure he would materialize behind you.
Especially you seemed to draw him to you magnetically – this was the fifth time he pulled you over this month. Not that you would drive unsafe or misbehave in any way often. But even if you just exceeded the tempo limit by two miles per hour he suddenly appeared right behind you…The thought that he followed you crept through your mind once or twice, but of course that was just your imagination, so you shook I off.
Now however he was right behind you again, so you pulled over and wind down the window. He pulled over right behind you, and as he got out of the car and walked over to you the authority he radiated made you shiver – as it always did. He wasn’t much older than you, yet you were always kind of scared of him. It was probably something in his harsh, hard voice, or the aggressiveness of his look. No matter how hard you tried not to provoke him, his lavender eyes would always stare at you frostily.
You couldn’t see them this time, for he was wearing sunglasses, to shield his eyes against his own cars headlights, which were directed on you. But as he positioned himself next to your car, almost leaning on it, you could see that he was wearing his (as you called it) “angry smirk” again, revealing one canine. It made him look even more like a predator, giving him resemblance with a dog ready to attack.
“Speeding again, aren’t we?” he asked. You had the feeling that he was enjoying this.
“I…I’m sorry, I was just lost in thoughts and I…”
“Yeah whatever.” He cut you off. “Driver’s license and documents.”
“Yeah, sure. But it’s not my car, it’s his, I…” you stuttered, as you searched your purse for your driver license. The officer shoved his sunglasses back into his blond hair and leaned forward to take a look on the passenger seat, to see “who’s” car it was. As he saw your drunken boyfriend snoring next to you, his eyes got even colder. Even his voice seemed to sound sharper than normal, as he ordered: ”Would you get out of the car, please.”And it clearly wasn’t a question.
You stopped searching your handbag as it hit you how this must look to him. Drunken boy, speeding girl – he suspected you had been drinking, too. You closed your eyes in resignation as you mumbled “Sure…” and got out of the car. The nametag “Beilschmidt” seemed to flash as you got up, and for a moment you did indeed feel dizzy. But you hadn’t been drinking, it was just the anxiety.
He took a look at the backseat before ordering you to open the trunk. He was probably searching for empty bottles.
You hadn’t done anything wrong, yet his sharp voice and his orders sent shivers through your body. And you were sure that he knew that. You felt like a criminal, and your boyfriend was deep asleep on your passenger seat, snoring peacefully. At this moment, you really hated him. He was never with you when you needed him…
As soon as you had fumbled the trunk open, being still unfamiliar with (boyfriends name*)s car, he saw it was completely empty, and before you could even close it he ordered again: “Turn around and walk a straight line.” You did so.
As you passed officer Beilschmidts police car, you heard something growl, and then the officers sharp voice yelled: “Quiet, Teufel!”. You turned and faced his German Sheppard.
His sharp, white teeth were glistening, and you immediately turned pale and stuttered “Ugh…good dog…nice…dog…caaaalm…”.
Then you noticed officer Beilschmidt standing right next to you. You turned on your heels and came face to face with him. As his lavender eyes starred into your (eye color) ones, your cheeks turned deep red, and you winced as the tall man growled “Stop talking to him like to some kind of retard.” With that, he opened the car door. Teufel jumped out without hesitation, and you closed your eyes, thinking “This is how I die.”
But the dog just passed by, straight toward your open trunk, where he started to bark again. Officer Beilschmidt clicked his tongue. He slowly strolled over to his dog, and your knees got weak. “Please…” you thought. “Please don’t…” But the officer opened the trunk floor – and pulled out a bag with a smiley-sticker on it. In contained small, white pills.
Teufel sniffed at the bag, and then started to bark again. Beilschmidt gave him a single hand sign and the dog fell quiet. Then he turned to you and chirped: “Well well well…what do we have here?” He gave you a triumphant smile, and you were sure your knees would give in any second.
“I swear they…these aren’t mine…”
“Sure.” he smirked. You felt hot tears run down your cheeks, and he slowly walked over to you, success written all over his face. Almost gently he took your face in his hand and lifted your chin, so that you had to face him.
“It’s Ludwig for you, Kätzchen. How about that: We forget about that little bag here. And you leave your dense bastard-boyfriend right here, snoring in his shitty little car. I’ll invite you for a drink or two over in the pub, and we turn this bad evening into a good one. What do you say?”
Your whole body shivered, and as his thumb stroke away one of your tears, your knees finally gave in. He caught you and picked you up bridal style, showing no sign of effort. You just clutched onto his muscular upper body.
“That asshole that you call your boyfriend doesn’t deserve someone like you, treating you like shit. What do you say, trade him for me?”
You only smiled and said “Yes”. That made him smile again, and you realized that you had misunderstood the fire in his eyes the whole time. He placed you in his passenger seat, handling you like something precious and fragile, then walked around the car and opened the door to the backseats. Teufel was already standing by his side, and as his owner whistled, the dog immediately jumped into the car. As Ludwig finally took his place in the driver’s seat, he picked up the radio, and said “Let’s get you something good to drink.” Then he pressed a button on the police radio and talked into it.
“Incident room, this is officer Beilschmidt. The village is completely asleep, and I’ve got business to handle. I’ll call this a day now.”
The man on the other end of the radio just laughed. “Business, eh? Well, it’s about time!”
As he started the engine, you could see the smirk on his face again. He looked into the rearview-mirror, to see his dog looking at him expectantly. His smile seemed almost sadistic. “Tja Teufel, auf in die Schlacht.”
As the dog barked happily, Ludwig laughed. “Aber die Pillen muss ich morgen zurück in die Asservatenkammer bringen.”
You had no idea what he was talking about, and you didn’t care. For some reason you felt lightheaded, and it’s been quite a long time since you had been invited for a drink. You just had to make sure you wouldn’t drink too much. You might not be a lightweight, but this was – well, your first date.
Four hours later you had to admit that you had screwed up. You have clearly had too many drinks, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this situation.
Ludwig was lying on top of you, his hands fumbling under your dress, before slipping it off and kissing your newly released bra. You twined your fingers into his hair, not wanting him to stop. You felt so dizzy, and that was not just the alcohol in your head. He sneaked his arm around you, easily opening the clasp of your brassiere – you had to give him that, he knew exactly what he did. Slowly, he pulled it off your shoulders and flung it over the edge of the bed, before pulling you into a long, passionate kiss. As you broke apart, his hands stroking down your body, he positioned himself over you – you knew what would happen next.
But you pressed your legs together, refusing to open them. This was your first date after all, and you hadn’t even broken up with your actual boyfriend, that was probably still snoring on his own passenger seat on the side of some road. Even if Ludwig got you this far, your head still fought, ignoring the fact that your whole body was screaming for it.
“Playing the prude one, after all, huh?” He grinned. “Let’s see if I got the key for your lock…” With that, he roughly gripped your tights and violently spread your legs apart. That would leave marks…then he brought his hips so closed to yours you could feel his heat, and started to rub the bulge in his pants against your center. “Seems to fit just perfectly…” he whispered into your ear. That was the point when you finally gave in. You wrapped your legs around his body and pulled him into a fiery kiss. But he broke the kiss soon enough. He knew that he had you were he wanted you now – lusting for him.
He let his mouth wander down your body and pushed your legs away from him. As his mouth reached your navel he wrapped your legs around his shoulders. He started to kiss and bite your skin and clawed his hands into your ass, before sneaking them up to your panties and ripping them off. Then he swept his hands lightly over your skin, towards your center, where he slipped a single thumb inside of you. With the rest of his hand, he rubbed your folds. You whimpered and shivered, simultaneously wanting him to stop and to go on. He just giggled at your inner fight, pulled his thumb back out – and slid the other four fingers in, roughly, to make them all fit. Your body quivered, as he started to rub your clit with his thumb. You grabbed the mattress and dug your nails into it. This was almost like a game… He wanted to see how long you could take it before you had to show him how much you liked it. And you did enjoy that, you both knew that. He leaned forwards and whispered into your ear: “Does it feel good?” You suppressed a groan, you would not give in so quickly. With the palm of his hand, he applied pressure to your entrance, while he fingered you rougher and rougher. “I asked you a question, (reader name). Answer!”
You had to cover your mouth with your hand to restrain yourself from moaning with pleasure. He just took that as incentive, and as he increased the speed you could feel his hot breath in your ear, he hissed “I ask you one last time – do you like it?” His sharp voice and his hot breath brought you over the edge. You shivered hard before you finally felt the explosion inside of you, and as you reared up unwillingly your muscles tightened and twitched around his fingers. He waited until he felt you relax before he slowly pulled them back out. “I’ll just take this as a yes…” He grinned – and then licked the fingers, that had been inside of you just a second ago.
“Damn girl, you taste so sweet…”
Your whole body tensed at his words. You wanted him. He could see it in your eyes, and he enjoyed it. He had wanted you for so long – and now you were laying underneath him. He would not give that up so quickly - the feeling to finally dominate you after you had dominated his mind for so long, your unknowingness only teasing him. He gave you a smirk and went down between your legs. His hot breath on your entrance made you moan and you buried your fingers in his hair. You could feel him smile while he kissed and licked your center. He grabbed your hip and pressed it down, making sure to leave marks where his hands had touched you, before sticking his tongue in even deeper. You couldn’t move an inch – this was his game. He enjoyed you, your taste, your scent, his tongue twirling inside of you. As he felt your muscles tensing, showing him that you were about to come again, he pulled his tongue back out and heaved his body back on top of you. With his lips right next to your ear he smirked and whispered. “Tell me what you want me to do Kätzchen, or I won’t do it.”
Your whole face turned deep red.
“Please Ludwig, don’t make me do this…”
But he just hissed and repeated it; this time his voice was sharper. “Tell me what you want, or I won’t do it.” That only made you sigh with pleasure. You liked this tone in his voice, you always had…you just hadn’t realized how much…so you obeyed his order. You took one deep breath, to press your body against his iron muscles again, making him hiss with pleasure.
“Stick it in…” you moaned lustfully.
But Ludwig just grinned sadistically. “I can’t hear you Kätzchen…scream louder.”
“Stick it in!”
You whimpered as loud as you could. You did not want to do that, but you wanted him inside of you. His commands brought you almost over the edge.
“I said LOUDER!” he yelled.
“Stick your goddamned dick into my pussy!!”
With a quick, hefty jolt he thrust himself inside of you, making you scream. The sudden penetration was enough to make you come - hard. You arched your body up, but his ripped torso held you down. As he felt your muscles convulse around his penis, he allowed himself to let go of his cumshot, too. You were almost disappointed that it should already be over, but instead of pulling out, he started to move his hips rhythmically. He grinned as he noticed your body react to the unexpected movement and leaned forward to bring his lips to your ear. “Didn’t think I’m only good for one ride, did ya?” He licked your ear shell and you wrapped your arms around his muscular back, clutching onto him. As you clawed your nails in his skin you were sure that you’d leave scars, but you didn’t care. And he just seemed to savor how much you enjoyed him.
While kneading your breasts he hissed into your ear. “Verdammt, Kätzchen…you’re so hot…and tight. You feel perfect…” That just made your muscles tense even harder around his male member. He started to drive in harder and harder, driven by your lustful screams and moans.
“Say my name.”
“Ludwig! - Oh god! Don’t stop!”
You knew you would be hoarse the next day. For a week probably. You didn’t care. You knew that this was wrong, and that you shouldn’t be doing this. You didn’t give a damn. You knew that he was probably just using you to have fun and that he would drop you tomorrow, pretending nothing ever happened. You didn’t give a single fuck. For now he was here, he craved you just as much as you craved him, and you had all the whole night to spend. After all, who knew if tomorrow would ever come?
But eventually, it came.
As you woke up between the rumpled sheets, the first thing you noticed was the naked body of the sleeping German lying next to you. It took you a little moment to remember what had happened last night, and you blushed furiously as all the things you two had done slowly came back to you. You were just about to get up and sneak out of this mess, as Ludwig bluntly grabbed your arm. You turned around to find his lavender eyes open. He was awake. “Where ‘ya think ya going?” he asked. Obviously his mind was still half asleep. You blushed even harder as you tried to pull away your arm, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip. “I was about to leave. I didn’t think you would like waking up to find me still being here.” With his free hand he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, before sitting up. “You don’t really think that, after all the time it took me to get your attention, I would let you go after just one single night, do you?” he asked. You thought about that. “You…you won’t?”. “Gott, nein. You belong to me now.” You looked down and noticed how many marks and bruises Ludwig had left all over your body. Especially the inner sides of your tights were covered with contusions, hickeys and biting marks. You had to admit that last night had been – well, that you’ve had a good time, and somehow, you felt a lot for Ludwig. He gave you a feeling that your (now Ex-)boyfriend had never been able to give you. So instead of objecting you asked “For how long?”. He just grinned, and as he leaned forward and licked your ear shell making you blush again, he whispered: “Forever.”