1. Dicked By The Detective


    Date: 6/8/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: AbigailThornton, Source: LushStories

    It seemed like the breakthrough I’d been waiting for. In the six months I’d been dating Mick, he’d chosen not to introduce me to either his friends or family. “It’s part of being a detective,” he said. “Keeping you out of harm’s way and all that.” “Or having me as a bit on the side while he gets on with his real life,” I thought, wondering whether privacy really did go with the territory. That was why I had been so thrilled when he’d suggested that I come into the police station with him at 2 AM. “You’re actually going to introduce me to your work colleagues?” I asked, wondering who would be around at such an unearthly hour. “You’re not just going to leave me sitting in the car again?” “No. I’m definitely taking you in this time,” Mick said, with a guilty shrug. “And don’t worry, this is our busiest time. All the guys will be around.” I turned away, looking out into the night through the passenger window, trying to hide the smile on my face as I thought about engagement rings and parties and weddings. This could be the start of all that – such a contrast to the night which had been spent fending off questions about my “imaginary” boyfriend. He’d abandoned me again – leaving me alone at Laura’s 30 th … and that after I’d put so much effort into my outfit. For him. So that he’d be proud of me. The cold feeling of abandonment had been partially washed away by the texted offer to pick me up. Meeting Mick’s colleagues went beyond an apology: it was renewed hope that what we had ...
    was real. “Are you sure I’m OK to go into a Police Station dressed like this?” I asked, wrapping Mick’s beloved black trench coat tightly around my body. “Of course,” Mick insisted. “And don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as I do.” “ What ? What did you just say?” My head was in a whirl. First he was bringing me in to see his colleagues and now… now he’d used the ‘L’ word. The ‘L’ bomb. I came to a determined stop as he reached for the front door of the station. “What did you just say?” He gave me that guilty shrug again, steadied himself and then… “I said I love you.” “Oh.” I swallowed, feeling giddy. Mick steadied me. There was a metallic ‘click’ behind me and I suddenly found that I no longer had free movement of my arms. “What…?” With practised ease, Mick bundled me through the heavy double doors and guided me by the elbow to the reception desk. Handcuffed and in a cop-shop? I looked to Mick for an explanation and immediately noted the wicked glint in his eye. “You fucking…” “Now, now. Be nice. You don’t want to get into any more trouble than you’re already in,” Mick said. I stared at him. He stared back with an utterly stony expression. “But I’m not in any trouble,” I hissed. Mick smirked. He definitely smirked. “Can you check this one in for me, Sarge – soliciting. I’ve just got some enquiries to follow-up.” And Mick left me there. The bastard – the man who supposedly loved me - just left me. Having punched a code into a keypad, he slipped through into a ...
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