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As far as Rey could remember, she had always been a kleptomaniac. As a child, she would sometimes steal her classmates' belongings at school or when she was invited to their places, only to realize once she got home that she hadn't put back what she had taken. She had never returned their belongings. Perhaps out of shame, at first. Once, at the mall, she had taken a box of freesia-scented reed diffusers, and since the store where she'd found it had no security gates, somehow, it didn't beep when she left. In the car, Rey was shocked to discover that she still had the box in her hands, without having paid for it. Never mind. What was the point of returning it? It was only a box, after all. It wouldn't cause the end of the world.
Then it kept happening. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop stealing. Most of the time, she wasn't even aware of it at first. It was like an automatic reflex. Sometimes what she stole was worth something. Sometimes it was worth nothing at all. Far from it. There were coins, keys, key rings, pins, cutlery, candy from restaurant reception desks, signs, LEGOs, fire extinguisher pins, bicycle bells, small ketchup packets, and so on.
She had amassed a whole collection in her student dorm room. Most of the time, she didn't actually use everything she had stolen. She had never even opened that box of reed diffusers, despite all these years. But she still liked to inhale the freesia fragrances again from time to time. Stolen objects had always seemed more attractive to her than those she had bought. Just looking at them was enough to relive the thrills of the theft.
Rey didn't steal out of pure dishonesty, laziness, or even lack of money. No. It was mainly out of boredom. Her kleptomania added a little spice to her dull life. At first, when she shoplifted, she was afraid of getting caught. Of being arrested. And sometimes she got caught. But she'd do it again anyway. Over and over. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't reason with herself. It gave her such a rush of adrenaline... She needed more. So much more. The little kleptomaniac could never get enough. She was insatiable.
Today, Rey was nineteen years old. And she hadn't broken free from her bad habits. Even though, on the outside, she looked like a perfect young lady. She wore her Jakku University uniform, which perfectly complemented her slim, slender figure. A white shirt under a dark green sweater, a tie, a midnight blue pleated skirt, long black socks ending just below her knees, and Dr. Martens shoes. Sometimes she thought it gave her the vibes of a Slytherin student. She would probably be one in the Hogwarts universe. After all, didn't she embody cunning, determination, ingenuity, ambition, guile, intelligence, and a certain disregard for the rules?
Running a hand innocently through her brown hair, Rey wandered the supermarket aisles, looking for items to add to her collection. It was late, everything would soon close at 10 p.m., and usually, the security guards became much less vigilant, exhausted from their day and eager to get home. All she had to do was go through the self-checkouts.
Rey didn't want to take much. She never really planned her thefts in advance. But a kind of pressure weighed on her when she was faced with such temptation, as it always did. And if she resisted, she suffered even more. Honesty was a terrible torment. On the other hand, as soon as she gave in to her kleptomaniac urges, she was overwhelmed with immense relief once the coveted object was in her possession. She felt reborn. Free and exhilarated. She couldn't help it. Despite all her good intentions. For her, stealing was like a drug.
However, Rey took fewer precautions as she approached the checkout counters. Her gaze fell on some mint tablets displayed on a shelf. Finally! She had had a bad taste in her mouth since lunchtime! The brunette rushed over, grabbed a box, removed the packaging without hesitation, lifted the lid, dropped a few mints into her palm, and gobbled them up greedily. Then she turned her head and met the bewildered gaze of the lone cashier. A young man of about sixteen.
He blinked, stunned by her behavior. Rey swallowed a mint and licked her lips in embarrassment, before waving at him, smiling, and even giving him a wink. He blushed. She closed the little box and headed for the register. It wouldn't kill her to at least pay for that. The boy cleared his throat and resumed scanning the items of the customer in front of her, while Rey got in line. A few seconds later, she heard a discouraged sigh behind her, followed by a deep, familiar voice. A voice that made her gasp.
"Are you going to pay for that?
At these words, the kleptomaniac stiffened. A cold shiver ran down her spine. She only had to glance over her shoulder to see the tall, imposing figure of a real behemoth. He was in his early thirties, with a thick, messy mass of ebony hair framing an asymmetrical, pale face dotted with moles, a black goatee, and a plaid flannel shirt worthy of a lumberjack. Rey's heart leapt in her chest. She pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and sighed inwardly. Damn it. Not him. Where the hell did he come from, anyway?
"Of course I am," she said, as if she didn't know what he was talking about, putting on her best acting skills and shaking the box of mints she was still holding in her hand.
Behind her, Ben Solo crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"I'm talking about what you've got hidden in your bag.
"Excuse me?" the young woman said indignantly.
"Paying for college must really be draining your finances if you can't even afford fake jewelry, makeup, a toilet brush, a People magazine, three bags of Doritos, and... five cans of Monster Energy, at first glance?" he muttered.
His tone was tinged with deep boredom. Rey bit into her cheek. Her hands tightened on the strap of her bag. She was sure she had closed it properly. So he couldn't see its contents at the moment. Which meant he had been watching her for a while and had waited until she was in line at the checkout before speaking up. Until her loot was substantial enough. The bastard. How long had he been following her? Was it really a coincidence that they had ended up in this supermarket at the same time? Did it matter at this point?
"Leave me alone," Rey grumbled. "Or I'll report you for harassment."
"Oh, really?" Solo said amusedly. "To whom? If you have nothing to hide, open your bag. And if there's nothing in it, you'll get my sincerest apologies."
"I don't have to show you what's in my bag."
But before she could slip away, the thirty-year-old man lost his patience, and grabbed her bag. He threw back the flap and pulled on one side, revealing the incriminating evidence of the theft. Everything he had listed earlier was there. And even more. With the compromising labels still attached.
"Wait, don't say anything, I'll do it for you," Solo smiled triumphantly. "'I'm sorry, Officer. I don't know how it got there. I guess it fell into my bag by accident'."
"No, it didn't!" Rey insisted, snatching her bag from his hands in a rage. "I swear I was gonna pay for it! I just put it all in my bag because it was too heavy to carry!"
"Yeah, right. My ass. And what about what you hid in your pockets?"
Solo pointed to her jacket pockets with his index finger. The thief girl glared at him and briefly fantasized about gouging his eyes out. He saw that too.
"Okay, appearances are against me," she continued to deny despite everything. "But... But I was gonna pay! You can't prove I was not!"
"Maybe, but I saw you stash each of those items, making sure no one was around," the man replied, raising his voice. "Pretty suspicious, isn't it?"
All the noise they were making in the relatively empty supermarket quickly attracted the attention of the manager. A woman in her fifties. Kalonia, according to her name tag. The moment she saw the contents of Rey's bag, in addition to hearing Solo's accusations, she saw red. This wasn't the first time she had dealt with shoplifters.
"Thief... Mitaka! She's a thief!" she shouted at a security guard who looked rather puny.
Then she turned to the giant man in the lumberjack shirt and thanked him for his intervention. The sixteen-year-old cashier, who had witnessed the scene, naively asked if he should call the police. It was then that Solo took his badge out of his jeans pocket and presented it to the others.
"No need."
"You... You're a cop?" Kalonia stammered, stunned.
"No, a ballerina," he grumbled impatiently. "What's your guess?"
Confused, the manager apologized. Officer Ben Solo cleared his throat and softened his tone.
"Don't worry, ma'am. I'll take care of it. This girl is known in police circles. You're lucky I happened to be here. Come on, you."
He immediately grabbed Rey by the arm and took her aside so as not to cause a scene in front of the other customers. The poor kleptomaniac hadn't even tried to run away. The security guard was blocking her way. In any case, it would have proven her guilt, and fleeing the scene would not have helped her criminal record. So she obediently followed Ben Solo to a corner in front of the manager's office door. Kalonia grabbed Rey's bag and retrieved the stolen items. Mitaka, the security guard, wanted to search her to make sure she hadn't stolen anything else, but Solo stopped him with a gesture.
"No, don't bother with that. I'll take care of it."
"He wants to be the only one who can touch me," Rey said as soon as he stood behind her and put his hands on her hips.
"I beg your pardon?" the police officer said, offended.
Rey suddenly felt like a little mouse caught between the paws of a big cat. It was better to keep a low profile. Even if it wasn't her style at all.
"Nothing," she stammered, shyly lowering her head.
"That's better."
But she couldn’t help adding, in a whisper:
"Don't take advantage to grope me. That's all I'm saying."
Only a long sigh of exasperation answered her. Solo began by searching the pockets of her jacket. He pulled out several lip balms, pairs of new socks, and other small items still tagged. He then ordered Rey to remove her jacket, and she almost asked him, in all her irreverence and sullenness, if he intended to strip-search her while he was at it. But the words stuck in her throat as she felt two large hands palpating her body.
At their mere touch, a string of shivers ran through her. Starting at her hips, Solo moved up to her shoulders, almost brushing her breasts as he passed. He performed the task methodically and professionally, carefully avoiding overly intimate areas. And Rey found that almost a shame. Despite herself. The thought mortified her. No. It was better that he didn't go any further, or he might find... The policeman urged her to spread her arms. He felt one, then the other, along their entire length, looking for the slightest suspicious bulge.
Then he crouched down and did the same to her legs, brushing her knees and feeling her calves. Rey held her breath. For a moment, she thought he might take the opportunity to "accidentally" touch her bare thighs. He did nothing of the sort, checking only her socks and shoes. Finding nothing else, Officer Solo finally stood up and examined her from head to toe. The thief girl cursed herself for relishing the caress of his huge hands. Her whole body was tingling now. Her skin was burning. Her cheeks were on fire.
Mitaka's voice abruptly pulled her out of her confusion. On the orders of her superior and the police officer, the security guard had just checked the cameras and, although Rey did appear, at no point could she be seen shoplifting. For the simple reason that the kleptomaniac had spotted the surveillance cameras and therefore scrupulously avoided being in their field of vision when committing her thefts. She was careful not to reveal this.
"See?" she boasted, satisfied. "You have no concrete proof that I intended to steal!"
"I have proof," Solo declared. "Besides having seen you."
And without further ado, he took out a pair of handcuffs and put them on her.
"No! This is a miscarriage of justice! I'm innocent!"
"Yeah, we'll see about that at the station. Come on, move it."
Once the manager was sure she had recovered everything that belonged to her supermarket, she returned the thief girl's bag and jacket to her. Solo first made his way to the self-checkout machines. Rey raised an eyebrow when she saw what he had come to buy. Later, she found herself in the parking lot, handcuffed like a criminal, with the officer's hand on her lower back. He mechanically recited her rights, without any real conviction, then made her sit in the back of his car.
"If I have the right to know why I'm being arrested, you have to show me the evidence you claim to have!" Rey exclaimed.
Sitting in the driver's seat, the officer exhaled deeply, turned to her, leaned over to help her fasten her seatbelt, then showed her his phone.
"Here's my evidence. You're a smart girl, but you forgot about one camera, sweetheart."
As she watched the video playing before her eyes, the young woman became less cocky. Her face fell. The bastard had filmed her while she was helping herself to items from the shelves! And normally, he should've shown this to the manager and the security guard before officially arresting her. In any case, they didn't seem to care much about it. They believed she was guilty no matter what. She could've honestly put all those items in her pockets and bag with the intention of paying for them later. It had happened to her before. Just... forgetting to pay.
When they arrived at the police station at almost 11 p.m., the place was practically empty. The officers still present in the open-plan office didn't even look up to greet their colleague. Ben Solo had his own office, which he shared with his partner, who was obviously absent at such a late hour. He led his thief girl there, removed her metal bracelets, and invited her to sit down on a chair. Rey stopped herself from making a joke like, "So, did you enjoy handcuffing me, handsome?" Because she had just realized that her captor was now staring at her bosom with his amber eyes, his eyebrows furrowed. She flushed.
"Um... My eyes are higher, you know," she whispered.
Finally, Solo sighed in despair and rubbed his face, exasperated.
"Damn it, give me a fucking break... Okay. Take out whatever you've hidden in... your bra."
He coughed, visibly embarrassed. Rey swallowed hard. Shit.
"I didn't put anything in there."
"Don't take me for an idiot," he growled, glaring at her. "Take out what you've hidden there. Now. Hurry up or I'll do it myself!"
The kleptomaniac couldn't suppress a small, disillusioned laugh.
"You wish..."
"Hurry up!"
Faced with the policeman's fury, the young woman forced herself to comply. She took off her sweater, then untied her tie, reached into her blouse, and pulled out tubes of lipstick, packets of tissues, a pack of melon-flavored gum, and a silver ballpoint pen from her bra. Too bad he hadn't noticed them earlier. Now he would have to go back to the supermarket to return everything. Rey laughed at him inwardly. Solo sat down directly across from her, behind his desk, and let out yet another sigh.
"Ugh... You really ruined my Friday night. You know that?"
An innocent shrug.
"Let me go, then."
"It's not that simple, miss. I caught you red-handed. Especially since this is a repeat offense."
As he spoke, he grabbed a blank report form, then a black pen, and began scribbling.
"But you're pissing me off," he continued, grumbling. "I had finished my shift, I was getting ready to go on a fantastic date, and instead I'm stuck here with you."
"Oh, gotcha," Rey understood. "That's why you bought condoms at the supermarket..."
On edge, Solo slammed his palm down on the table. The poor woman jumped.
"Mind your own business!"
"Okay but... Why don't you pass me on to a colleague instead of standing up your date?" she ventured.
"Because I'm the one who caught you red-handed. And the others don't know how to deal with you. Not to mention the fact that we're short-staffed tonight. I have to do it."
Rey frowned in turn and probed him with her gaze, studying him long and hard. Then she nodded slowly, thoughtfully.
"Mmh... You didn't really want to go on that date, actually. Admit it. Otherwise, you would have found a way to go anyway."
The policeman didn't answer, but the flash of anger and dismay in his dark eyes, and the way he pressed his beautiful, full, pink lips together, told the brunette everything she needed to know. She had seen through him. A broad smile spread across her face.
"Yeah... It must be your mother or your friends who forced you to go so you'd finally settle down and stop being a grumpy old bear. Deep down, you'd rather stay with me. Right?"
Full of audacity, Rey even dared to stretch out her leg and literally play footsie with him under the desk, tapping his shin with the tip of her shoe. Solo shuddered and clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers could have broken his pen in two in his rage. Proud of her effect, Rey concluded chirpily:
"And you refuse to let anyone else take care of it because you want me all to yourself."
He looked her straight in the eye sternly and asked softly:
"What's the matter, are you trying to annoy me?"
"Yes, for quite some time now, but thank you for finally noticing," Rey might have replied if the tone of his suave voice, which rolled over her skin, hadn't disturbed her so much. She froze and turned pale. Her cheeks heated up. An electric shock ran through her. And a characteristic, treacherous wetness began to form between her thighs. Damn it. The young woman moistened her lips. Her fingers clung tightly to the hem of her skirt, on her knees. Her knuckles turned white. She thought back to the search earlier, to his large hands on her body, and... Soon, Solo got up from his chair and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He didn't take his eyes off her.
"Listen... You don't look like a thief," he lamented after a silence. "You look like a well-behaved girl who doesn't cause any trouble. Why are you doing this?"
Rey pouted contritely, then shrugged once more.
"Well..." Appearances can be deceiving, she said before pointing to the stolen items she had placed on the table. I don't steal these things because I want them. It's just the act of stealing itself that's... intoxicating."
"Right," the policeman nodded incredulously, raising an eyebrow. "Stealing turns you on."
"That's the very definition of kleptomania. It's not my fault."
"I see. How convenient."
He stood to the left of the thief girl, who turned slightly toward him. As she did so, she felt the hem of her skirt rise little by little, caressing her bare skin. This realization sent a shiver down her spine. A strange sensation suddenly overwhelmed her, intensifying dramatically as she held Solo's gaze. A suffocating wave of heat. Her pulse raced. Her throat went dry. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. A little bolder, and without really thinking about it, she slid her fingers over the folds of her skirt, she grabbed a corner and pulled gently, revealing a little more, just a little more, of her thighs. Thighs that she then subtly rubbed together.
"And you know what else turns me on?" she said innocently, breathless.
The officer briefly lowered his eyes, and that was enough to excite her even more. She saw him turn pale, watched his features fall, but he shook his head vigorously to pull himself together.
"No, but personally, I'm gonna enjoy giving you a night in jail you won't forget anytime soon, you damn little thief," he said coldly.
A giggle was her reply. Oh, but she hoped she wouldn't forget it anytime soon, seen from that angle...
"Really?" she cooed with doe eyes. "Does it turn you on to correct naughty girls?"
She punctuated her question by lifting her skirt a little higher, without stopping her gesticulations on the chair. This time, Solo's complexion, already quite pale, turned from chalk white to bright red.
"You better shut up," he warned her, threatening her with his index finger.
"Why?"
Carried away by a sudden impulse, the behemoth straightened up and walked straight toward her. Rey curled up in her chair. A mixture of fear and excitement overwhelmed her.
"I swear, I'm this close to..."
"To what?" she grinned, defiance in her eyes.
She never knew if Solo was really about to jump on her then, because he stopped dead in his tracks, swallowed, and cautiously took a step back.
"To... To add insulting a police officer to the list of your offenses.
"You should've done that a long time ago," Rey pointed out.
"Indeed."
Another silence. Only the ticking of the old clock and the sound of ventilation could be heard. Undoubtedly, the kleptomaniac in custody should not continue on this path. She was already facing a fine of up to $5,000 or more, and even a prison sentence, due to the aggravating circumstance of being a repeat offender. Even though she'd only stolen worthless trinkets. Come on, would they really put her away for so little?
Anyway, now she sensed a flaw in this authoritarian policeman. A flaw she could exploit to get out of the mess she'd gotten herself into. And one that would ensure that, in future, Officer Solo would leave her alone. She still risked failure, but this was an unhoped-for opportunity. She'd be mad not to seize it. And then, above all... she really wanted to. Suddenly, the idea seemed almost as appealing and irresistible as shoplifting!
"I think you're blushing, Officer," Rey teased.
Officer Solo's jaw twitched. If his eyes had been able to shoot lightning bolts, the kleptomaniac would probably have died long ago, struck on the spot. Gathering her courage and excessive audacity, Rey also rose from her chair.
"Can we... maybe work something out? Yes?"
She approached him, her gaze mischievous, and instinctively, the thirty-year-old stepped back. His amber eyes shone with suspicion and apprehension.
"I know you're frustrated you couldn't get laid tonight," the young woman murmured, moving forward with a slow, confident, feline gait. "God knows you need a good fuck. But... maybe I can... make up for your missed date? To redeem myself?"
She even batted her eyelashes imperceptibly. Solo seemed to choke, as if he'd just swallowed his own tongue. He stepped back again and slammed into his office door with a thud. Here was the proud police officer reduced to a prey at bay, at the mercy of the thief girl.
"Come on... Despite your attitude, you're still a man," the latter said in a seductive voice. "Don't try to make me believe you don't want it. Just a little."
As she considerably reduced the space between their bodies, his scent deliciously filled her nostrils. He smelled of musk and sandalwood. The perfume intoxicated her.
"That's a pretty reductive view of men," Solo said with a scornful sneer.
"But I'm right..."
And no sooner had Rey said these words than she redoubled her impudence. She reached out a hand and tightened it on the bulge of his sex, through his jeans. Solo shuddered. He tensed and closed his eyelids. A smile as satisfied as it was relieved lit up the brunette's face.
"Oh...," she rejoiced in a sensual whisper. "I'm so right..."
Her prey reopened his eyes, licked his lips and gave her a murderous look, which sent shivers down her spine and made her heart beat feverishly. Solo gritted his teeth and retorted:
"You don't want it, anyway. You 're forcing yourself to hit on me, and you're just hoping I'll be stupid enough to give in. You don't have to stoop to that."
These words offended Rey more than she could've imagined. She clenched her jaws and felt the blow. Then she plunged her determined hazel eyes into Ben Solo's and declared:
"I swear it's really what I want. It's probably very ironic for a recidivist thief girl like me, but..."
Her free hand then closed on one of his pectorals, so massive, so firm to the touch. She could feel his heart beating furiously against her palm. Rey then squinted at his collarbones, already covered with a thin film of sweat, gleaming under the neon lights, the half-unbuttoned collar of his shirt, so intrigued was she by the impressive musculature he must have hidden beneath it. She also noticed that he wore a small, discreet Star of David around his neck.
"I've always fantasized about handsome, well-built policemen like you," she confessed.
"Sure," Solo ironized, unconvinced.
Then Rey let out a deep sigh of exasperation. She'd never expected this, but she really wanted this man. Right here, right now. More than anything. So irrevocably attracted to him was she, like a magnet. And if she could combine business with pleasure, if she had to rot in that police station in custody... He was also dying for it too. She could feel it, the shameful protuberance hardening against her hand. But he resisted. Because he'd convinced himself that she was just being a tease to get him to let her go. And she found that devilishly insulting. Didn't he know what effect he had on her? Even theft had never given her such a burning desire. Her body craved the behemoth's so much it was painful.
"Okay," she mumbled in frustration. "You know what? Just... Keep me here as long as you want. Whatever. But at least let me have this before you send me to death row. Please!"
Solo stifled a disillusioned laugh and rolled his eyes.
"Tss... Death r..."
He never managed to finish his sentence. For Rey suddenly responded to an impulse and, unable to hold on any longer, fell on his neck, she wrapped her arms around it and crushed her mouth to his. His mouth was soft, warm, mellow, divine, delectable as she'd expected. Oh, God. The poor man groaned, pressed himself against the door and stiffened completely. Carried away by her ardor, Rey took his hand and immediately guided it under her skirt, up her thigh. And to her delight, after a few seconds of confusion and hesitation, Solo grabbed her right buttock. His touch electrified her. She let out an exclamatory cry, which died against the policeman's lips.
Little by little, he returned her fiery kiss. At first, awkwardly, automatically, then more and more eagerly. Then, in an instant, he tore his mouth from hers, grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her away. The two stared at each other, panting, trembling, both equally baffled by what had just happened. Rey could hardly believe she'd actually done such a thing. Part of her wanted to do it all over again. God, what an adrenalin rush that had been! Worthy of her best thefts! It had made her feel alive again!
But suddenly, the young woman was seized by doubt, as she lost herself in the amber irises of her out-of-breath partner. Shame colored her cheeks. A lump of anguish formed in her throat. What if she'd made a mistake? Ben Solo might have had a purely physiological reaction, but he could surely get past it. She'd probably made things worse for herself by assaulting a police officer in this way. The latter seemed at last to recover his senses. His features hardened. His face darkened.
"Damn it... You're gonna drive me fucking crazy!"
Grimacing, Rey tucked a brown lock back behind her ear, swallowed hard and sank her teeth into her lower lip, shoulders hunched. She was angry with herself now. She shouldn't have done that. What the hell had gotten into her?! She lowered her eyes piteously, awaiting his reprimand, listening to the policeman's jerky breathing regulate itself. Then she heard something else. The brief metallic sound of a lock being set. Puzzled, Rey frowned and looked up.
Ben froze. Why on earth had he locked the door? He hadn't thought about it at all. What the hell was wrong with him? What the hell was he doing? He wasn't planning to... was he? He stared at the young woman in front of him, fighting as hard as he could against the maelstrom of emotions and sensations that tormented him, and mentally listed all the reasons why it was a very bad idea to finally give free rein to the craving that had been gnawing at him for weeks.
No matter how pretty and charming she was, no matter how incandescent the memory of her rosy lips burned on his, this girl was nothing but a delinquent. True, she obsessed him relentlessly, so intriguing was she in spite of everything. True, recently, she'd even managed to intrude upon his most intimate dreams. True, when he found himself so close to her, when she provoked him in her own special way, he almost lost control of himself. But this was not to happen. Not ever. He had a duty. Principles. He had to stick to them. And certainly not take advantage of this poor girl's strange fantasies! That would be sick! Abject! Utterly immoral! Hell, it was his job and worse that was at stake if they were caught!
But... well, the police station was almost empty. No one would pay any attention to them. No one would even know. Besides, he'd been dreaming of spanking that little brat for so long, it would be... Shit. Shit! A terrible feeling of impotence washed over him. A wave of distress. Maybe Rey was right. He was only a man. He felt so weak all of a sudden.
For her part, the brunette continued to watch him, panting. A fire roared in her belly as soon as Ben Solo met her gaze. His pupils were dilated, dark with desire. His narrow nostrils quivered. A nerve was twitching under his left eye. He still had his hand on the door handle. He'd just locked them in his office. The thief girl paled, galvanized by this simple gesture. This simple hope. Solo's irritation was coupled with determination.
"Fuck it."
A split second later, he pounced on his target, trapping her face between his hands and kissing her full on the lips. Pleasantly surprised, Rey hiccupped and feverishly kissed him back. A wild kiss, with a taste of eagerness. Hungry. Her heart exploded in her chest. She wasn't dreaming. It was real! He, in turn, had given in to temptation, ready to let the flood of passion take them adrift into the open sea, body and soul. He advanced, she retreated, and Rey soon found herself wedged between the desk and the behemoth who was currently devouring her lips.
"Very well," he growled between kisses. "Let's check it out."
With that, Ben pulled away from her, turned her around, swept the accumulated paperwork off his desk with the flat of his hand, along with the stolen items, and slammed her down on the surface of the table. His partner gasped. He waited for several long seconds. Perhaps to make sure he hadn't gone too far, that she was alright. In any case, the big, blissful smile she gave him served as an answer. Ben leaned over her. She felt his weight in the hollow of her back. Then, his warm, broad palm came to rest on her thigh. The sensation gave her goose bumps. Rey shuddered, her heart pounding, as the policeman slowly, very slowly, lifted her skirt, as if to give her time to change her mind. Then he slipped between her legs.
"Mmh... At least you didn't hide anything there..."
At this comment, Rey burst out laughing. And her laughter vanished, drowned in a string of moans, as Ben soon slipped his fingers under the fabric of her panties, between the damp petals of her flower, covered in its natural dew.
"You're already quite wet, indeed," he observed in a hoarse whisper. "Is it the 'thrill of the theft' or is it for me?"
The young woman giggled again. He continued to caress her distractedly, occasionally titillating the sensitive pearl of her bud with the tip of his middle finger. Rey bit her lip, harder and harder, and clenched her fists on the edge of the desk. She felt his desire harden against her buttocks. Rubbing up against them. Ben grunted.
"Well, okay," he sighed. "Let's say I believe you. Do you know what I do to naughty girls who wet their panties?"
Rey's breathing shook. Her voice became a faint wail.
"No..."
But I'm dying to know, she mused. That's when her partner pushed back her skirt and slapped her right buttock. She flinched and stifled a little scream. Then she enjoyed the afterglow of the delicious, throbbing burn on her skin.
"Are you alright?"
At first, the fact that he was so thoughtful, careful to her needs and desires, watching her every move, surprised her. Then she was moved. Rey nodded enthusiastically. Ben then pulled the elastic of her panties down to her thighs. She moaned at the sensation of air caressing her bare ass. Her handsome policeman spanked her again. And again. Each time triggering a wave of pleasure through her entire being.
"Had enough?"
"No!"
She was immediately spanked again, much to her delight. She bit her index finger and began wiggling her majestic bum, begging for yet another correction. Ben chuckled incredulously, half confused, half amused.
"You like that, huh?" he exclaimed. "What a little slut you are..."
"Yeah... And for a strait-laced cop like you, you're pretty easy to corrupt," Rey argued proudly, smiling. "You're a real slut too. I guess we're even."
Her insolence only earned her another slap on the left buttock. Ben could barely contain himself from laughing.
"You're not wrong," he admitted, gently caressing her reddened skin where he'd spanked her. "You don't know what I'm risking by giving in to you... But at this point, for an ass like yours, I'm ready to burn. For everything else too, for that matter."
By now, the naughty kleptomaniac was expecting the officer to step around the desk so she could take him in her mouth. She was dying to take him in her mouth, all the way down her throat. But Ben had other ideas. He put his huge hands on his thief girl's splendid, shapely buttocks and squatted down. Rey blushed. She realized he was turning his back on the desk, then he urged her to lift one leg and place her knee on his shoulder. His fingers anchored themselves to her thighs. And when he kissed her pussy, the young woman thought she'd faint.
A silent scream. Followed by a sigh of ecstasy. She arched her back, clinging tightly to the table so as not to sink into nothingness, her eyelids closed. She bit her lip so hard she could have bled. She almost giggled too, as her partner's hair, goatee and moustache tickled her sensitive skin. His fabulous mouth and tongue explored her folds and creases. He lapped up her juices as if they were the most exquisite nectar.
He was gifted. So good... It was perfect. Suddenly overwhelmed by an intense wave of pleasure, worse than any before, Rey pounded on the table, and stifled a long whimper, her lips tight. She lasciviously undulated her pelvis to meet her unexpectedly talented lover. It felt so good, she didn't know if she'd survive the impending orgasm. Perhaps this was precisely the policeman's aim, to punish her for her misdemeanors. She thought a little blow job would please him. But making her cum on his tongue pleased him more, apparently.
At one point, Rey felt one of Ben's hands release her thigh. An icy sensation on her burning skin. And despite the haze of pleasure numbing her mind, the young woman realized, cheeks flushed, with the faint steady sound she thought she perceived, along with the hoarse grunts of dear Officer Solo, that he must be... jerking off. All the while he was trying to satisfy her. The sensation of molten lava coursing through Rey's veins increased tenfold. But before she could reach the petite mort, everything came to an abrupt halt. Ben made her put her foot down, stepped back and stood up again. For he wasn't going to last much longer and refused to finish before he'd even started.
"You're lucky I've got what it takes," he grumbled.
He then retrieved a condom from the box he'd bought at the supermarket. Rey was delighted that he was... testing them with her. And not with the bitch he'd stood up. Because he'd rather spend the night with his favorite kleptomaniac. Half lying on the desk, still quivering, Rey glanced at him, hoping to discern... the new object of her lust. That she wanted more than anything. That she wanted to have all to herself.
Unfortunately, she only caught a brief glimpse before her behemoth had donned the protection. He was circumcised. She reached out with a trembling hand. She wanted to touch, take, caress, observe more closely. He didn't give her the chance. He reached behind her, grasped her hip with his boiling hand and the brunette bit her tongue as she felt his glans tease her entrance. With his foot, he urged her to spread her legs wider.
"Ready?"
The deep voice, so sensual, penetrated her deepest center. Rey, her cheek pressed against the cool wood of the table, her face half-buried by her tangled hair, nodded impatiently. What was he waiting for? Why torture her like this? Her answer didn't suit the policeman.
"Say it. Ready?"
"R... Ready," she managed to articulate.
Ben let out a grunt of satisfaction.
"Good."
So he didn't keep her waiting any longer. As soon as he sank into her, Rey straightened up slightly, stopped breathing, then tried to relax. Inch by inch, she welcomed him into her womb, until she felt full, perfectly satisfied. Once again, she bit her lips and purred with pleasure. At first, Ben waited for her to tame the beast, to get used to his presence inside her. Then, with a growl, he made his first thrust. So powerful that it took her breath away. She hiccupped, then groaned. And it was as if the whole world disappeared.
Her partner pressed one hand on her lower back. With the other hand, he gripped her skull, curling a few brown locks around his fingers, tugging as he shoved a second time inside her. This time, Rey screamed. Such fierceness made her see stars. Ben withdrew almost completely, then thrust into her again. And again. In a devilishly slow, steady rhythm. But the fury of his assaults grew delectably. Rey was completely at his mercy and relishing it, consumed by a devouring inferno. Then, abruptly, the behemoth's voice, suddenly so hoarse, roused her from her torpor.
"And now, I'm gonna go harder. Is it good for you?"
The young woman's eyes widened. Harder than this? Oh, God... Aghast, Rey nodded feverishly. But Ben sighed in exasperation.
"I didn't hear a thing."
"Y... Yes..."
The sound of her own voice, almost inaudible, surprised her greatly. Her lover still did nothing. Hell, did she have to beg? He sounded worried.
"You must tell me, if I can..."
"Yes!" she interrupted. "Fuck me harder. Please, just..."
Ben didn't wait any longer. He let out another sigh, and suddenly accelerated the pace of his pelvic thrusts. His passion was brutal. Yet he was as considerate as he was beastly. Rey liked it. She quickly let herself be swallowed up by this violent ocean of voluptuousness. The concert of her gasps, muffled cries and sighs of delight, in harmony with that of her lover's grunts, filled the office, coupled with the regular, damp slapping of their sweat-moistened skins. The old desk creaked too. Rey felt as if she were losing her mind as her handsome policeman continued to hammer her with fervor. His balls were pounding furiously against her cunt. She couldn't remember ever having experienced anything so intense, wonderful and perfectly immoral. Yet she had a little experience in the matter.
Soon, Rey straightened up again, arching her back, leaning on her forearms like a sphynx. Ben was still tugging at her hair and digging his nails into the flesh of her hip, but she didn't care. Quite the opposite, in fact. Let him leave his mark! With every thrust, her lover was taking her dangerously close to the edge. And Rey was just waiting for that. To fall with him into a bottomless pit for eternity. Her eyes rolled back in her sockets. Blood pounded at her temples. The heat was suffocating her. Her clothes were atrociously clinging to her skin. She longed to shed them, for him to rip them off her, so she could lie naked against him.
But she had to be content with clumsily opening the collar of her shirt, soaked with her own perspiration, and almost popping a few buttons. She then freed her small breasts from her bra and fiddled with them mechanically, in order to heighten her pleasure and achieve her long-awaited release. Ben saw her do it and wanted to imitate her. He suddenly leaned over, pressing his broad, muscular torso against her back, changing the angle, plunging even deeper into her.
Rey yelped. He nuzzled her hair with his big nose, growled against the nape of her neck, as he grasped her small breasts with both hands, kneaded them in his palms, rolled their hardened tips under his thumbs. Such caresses inflamed the poor woman. And that was all it took for Rey to finally ascend to the heavens. Something broke inside her. Like the valve of a huge dam bursting under the pressure of water. And then, a mighty torrent swept over them, carrying them away helplessly.
Ben stifled a long groan against her shivering skin. In the afterglow of their mutual ecstasy, they remained tightly entwined, pressed against each other, trying to catch their breath and regain their senses. Silence settled in. Then the policeman sighed an expletive and murmured, dumbfounded:
"Why the fuck did you steal that toilet brush?"
It took Rey a moment to understand what he was referring to. Then she started giggling like an idiot. To think that question had been on his mind for so long!
"I wanted it," she justified herself. "I thought it looked nice."
"Damn," Ben chuckled, both laughing and disheartened. "You never cease to amaze me. You're unbelievable... My little shoplifter... My personal klepto girl..."
As he whispered these tender words to her, he tightened his embrace around her and adoringly kissed the delicate curve of her throat, the hollow of her neck, the roundness of her shoulder. Rey shivered, flushed with pleasure. Her heartbeat quickened. A swarm of butterflies flew into her belly. She smiled faintly, touched. Wasn't it ironic, for a policeman like him, to have a crush on a recidivist thief? Would he soon accuse her of stealing his heart?
The brunette laughed inwardly at the thought. It was the height of irony for her too. For it was mutual. The two lovers remained like this for a while. Then Ben withdrew. The dream was over. It was best to return to reality now. Rey stood up, buttoned up her shirt, pulled up her panties and put her skirt back on, which she then dusted off.
"So... did you see anything at the supermarket?" she simpered casually.
Busy re-buckling his belt, Ben gave her a glance before sighing impotently. As if he'd just remembered what had brought them here. He picked up the report he'd just started writing from the floor and tore it up. Deep down, he could refuse her nothing.
"No. Not a thing."
"And there's not a single video in your phone that could... incriminate me?"
"Neither is there any video."
As proof of this, Ben grabbed his phone, went to his photo library and showed her the screen while he permanently deleted the compromising video. Rey noticed that he had other photos of her. So he was indeed keeping an eye on her. Professional surveillance or personal obsession? The kleptomaniac smiled, rather proud of the fact that she'd been haunting him like this for some time now. And since none of these photos could be used against her, she made no comment whatsoever. Although Ben gave her an anxious, embarrassed and slightly ashamed look.
"So it was a miscarriage of justice," Rey concluded.
"Yes, but don't you dare claim anything in compensation," he muttered.
"I won't. You've already filled that part out, hottie."
Putting her money where her mouth was, she wrinkled her nose, her eyes shining, and reached up. She slipped her hand down his pants. Ben stifled an unmanly sound and tensed, holding her gaze, teeth gritted. She gave him a mischievous little grin, wrapped her fingers delicately around his resting member, caressed it lightly, as she'd been dreaming of doing all along. It was warm and thick. Throbbing. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. But what a pity she couldn't taste it. What a shame they couldn't have enjoyed it more, without a textile barrier. First, Ben closed his eyelids and breathed deeply, sensitive to her attentions. Sighing to the rhythm of her caresses like an instrument she would play. Then he pulled himself together, took her wrist and urged her to leave the beast alone. Although a little disappointed, Rey obeyed.
"So... can I go? "
"Yes, you can," the officer despaired. "Get the hell out of here, now."
This sentence was punctuated by another slap on her plump bum. Surprised by the spanking, the young woman gasped, gave a little cry of protest, then laughed. She put on her sweater, then her jacket, picked up her tie which had fallen to the floor during the lovemaking and then noticed the few objects she had stolen from the supermarket. And that Ben had unearthed only too late. She shared a glance with him, then cautiously retrieved her loot and tucked it back into her bra. Her handsome policeman watched her with an amused expression. Fond. And too tired to lecture her. The kleptomaniac then returned to him, nervously wringing her hands.
"But... my place is pretty far from here," she replied, uneasily. "There are no buses at this hour and... it's dangerous for a girl like me to walk the streets alone at night."
To be honest, this detail really distressed her. But it was also convenient, in this context. Here was an excuse for them to stay together longer. With a bit of luck, perhaps she could once again combine business with pleasure?
"Maybe I'd need... a handsome policeman to drive me home?"
With a sad little pout, she batted her eyelashes and ran her fingers up Ben's torso to his shoulder, causing him to shudder. His warm breath swept pleasantly across her face.
"I'd be less scared with him. As long as he's there to protect me. And I'd probably consider... inviting him up to my place for a drink? To thank him for his generosity?"
Troubled by such a suggestion, just when he'd imagined it all ended here, Ben then was immensely relieved. He cleared his throat to hide the blissful look on his face, arched a doubtful eyebrow and smirked.
"Oh? Just for a drink, eh?"
Rey smiled too, her eyes sparkling with mischief, then lifted her chin to kiss him once more. He embraced her, languidly reciprocating her kiss.
"Of course," she replied with a falsely innocent expression, against his luscious, fleshy lips. "What else...?"
Pleasant as it was, what had just happened between them in this shabby police station wasn't enough for her. She needed more. So much more. She was insatiable.
THE END