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Yes, Sheriff || Chapter 2

Sheriff Carol Danvers takes her job of protecting the citizens of her small town very seriously — there are just some that she cares about more than others. A lot more, in fact, and she will take care of her sweet baby girl whether she likes it or not.

relationship: Carol Danvers/Reader rating: Explicit chapters: 2/? length: 6,233 warnings: Dark Carol Danvers, coercion, manipulation, noncon and dubcon sexual situations, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat additional warnings: open the read more and CTRL + F, search “content warnings” to skip to detailed trigger warnings at the bottom of the chapter. note: wow, what a wait you guys. so sorry about that. i’m still not sure how many chapters this is gonna shake out to be, please bear w me! and thanks for following me over to the new blog, i really appreciate it.

You woke to an alarm, the digital clock on the nightstand blaring irritatingly until someone who definitely wasn't you reached out to turn it off. Your head was pounding, a result of too much alcohol and not enough water. It was the other pains in your body, though, that brought your brain into focus with painful clarity; the tenderness of your nipples, the ache in your cunt and fuck your ass felt like it was on fire. You'd gotten drunk during dinner with Sheriff Danvers, you couldn't remember entirely but you must've done something that made her think you wanted her to fuck your brain out and she'd done her best to comply.

"Good morning baby.” It was a sleepy murmur, Carol taking your chin in hand and gently tilting your head back until she could press a soft series of kisses against your lips.

It was languid and gentle and for some reason that set off warning alarms in your brain. She'd been so… domineering last night, you were almost sure. The rawness of your ass emphasized the point, had she spanked you? You couldn't remember for sure but what else would have caused that? Her hand ran down the length of your back and you squirmed as her fingertips danced across your burning ass cheek.

"Mmm, that's gonna smart for a couple of days at least," her lips were still practically pressed against yours while she spoke. “You'll be good for me, won't you baby girl?"

The endearment made you tense—she'd used it constantly while fucking you absolutely senseless and it vividly reminded you that Yes, she had been incredibly domineering. Sex with Carol had been brutal, verging on unbearably painful at points, but you were pretty sure you'd had the orgasm to end all orgasms. The soreness in your pussy reminded you that she'd used a serious strap on too, something big enough to leave you with an ache.

"Hey baby, look at me," it was a quiet order but definitely order and your eyes flew up quickly to meet hers, not forgetting the hand tracing shapes on your smarting ass. "Good girl. I'm gonna take a shower while you stay in bed and rest some more. I'll be out in just a minute and we'll get dressed and head into town to grab breakfast."

You nodded after a short moment of hesitation and she smiled, lips coming down on yours several more times before she shifted you off her person and onto the bed before standing up. Averting your eyes from her naked form took effort but you knew your face was red, you couldn't just watch someone as hot as Sheriff Carol Danvers walk around bareass naked and not blush. Her chuckle reached your ears and you quickly buried your face into the pillow beneath you until she disappeared into the bathroom. You'd wanted to request a shower, you felt sticky all over with cum and the remnants of your own arousal, but saving face was more important at that moment. You could just clean up by the sink once she finished.

Despite everything, the bed was rather nice, her sheets incredibly soft and the blanket was just heavy enough. Forcing yourself out was a task but you needed to go get your bag from the living room, preferably before Carol finished up. The faster you were dressed the better— it meant less time naked in front of her. She had abs and streamlined muscles and every inch of her was toned and strong and you were not. It was embarrassing and made you incredibly self-conscious, so you dashed through the house as quickly as possible to retrieve your bag and bring it back into the bedroom where there weren't wide-open windows.

You'd managed to slip on your panties, almost audibly whining at the feel of fabric over your raw and bruised ass before Carol emerged, half-dressed in a bra and her uniform pants, but stopped short in the doorway. A look came over her face that you couldn't decipher but was definitely not good. You froze in place, arms reeling into your sides while you clutched your skirt.

"Did you put on clean panties? Over that filthy pussy?" Your face colored immediately with humiliation, agast she'd speak like that and also because yes, you had put on clean panties while you yourself were rather gross and that was not the kind of thing a smart, competent adult with a fucking masters degree did. "Come here baby girl."

There was no way for you to know it was deliberate. That Carol knew the second she stepped away you'd get out of bed and disobey her orders. Or that she knew you'd try to get dressed and she could so easily shame you out of your panties for the day. You were so smart but there was no reason to even consider that Sheriff Danvers could have ulterior motives.

And so you shuffled over slowly until you were within arms reach, where she quickly grabbed you and pulled you swiftly into the bathroom. Before you could stop her, her hand slipped down into your panties and her fingers plunged into your cunt. Immediately you went up onto your tiptoes, squealing when the press of her fingers followed you up with the same determination.

"C-Carol!"

Her unused hand came down hard on your ass and you cried out loudly the smack brutally reigniting the hellish burn. Your panties were dragged down over your bruised skin and tears rose in your eyes from the pain, falling down your cheeks when you were abruptly bent over the bathroom counter until your bare nipples pressed into the cold tile.

"I know you were a little tipsy last night, so I won't give you a real punishment. When I'm fucking you, whether it be with my fingers or a strap or my tongue, in your pussy or your mouth or that little asshole, or any other like situation, you call me Sheriff or Sir." Several hard slaps came down on your burning ass and you wailed at the pain, pressing up onto your tiptoes like it might offer any relief from the bruising slaps. "Tell me you understand baby girl."

"I understand!" You yelped between tears. "Sir!! I understand, sir!"

Her hand stopped raining down on your behind, instead caressing over the hot skin. "That's my good girl. Now, this little cunny," her fingers plunged back inside of you and she hummed in delight when her fingers found a new gush of wetness coated her fingers, "oh, what a precious baby girl I've got. I look away for two seconds and your messy pussy just gets messier."

Humiliation once again welled inside of you, wondering how you possibly could've gotten wet from that. It didn't seem to matter to Carol, who was still pumping slick fingers into your pussy from behind. You whined when her thumb just barely brushed your clit before finding purchase on the little nub.

"Oh baby," she cooed, lips trailing the skin of your back softly, "I'm gonna get you good and worked up and then we'll get this pussy all nice and clean. Those panties are going in the dirty laundry though, you're not putting those back on."

"B-but I don't have any others!" She was very, very aware of that as she kicked the offending garment across the floor without you noticing.

Her thumbnail flicked over your clit and you yelped again, flustered and shocked by how simultaneously painful and arousing it was. "You don't need panties anyway, especially not now that they're dirty. How long is the skirt you brought for today?"

"A… little above m-my knees." You did your best to quiet your moan when her fingers slipped over the nicest place in your pussy, concentrating her fingertips over the spongy front wall.

"There probably won't be a breeze today." The blonde shifted her weight slightly and hummed, deciding it was an adequate time to see her plans into motion. "I don't know if I have time to make you cum and clean you up baby. Let's just get this pussy tidied up."

You whined, loudly, at the loss of her fingers when she withdrew them from your cunt, "b-but—"

"Nope, no time." She slapped your cunt with enough force it throbbed with pain, enjoying the sounds your made at the pain; you'd feel her hand on your cunt for hours. "This'll help baby girl, plus you need to be punished for disobeying."

Tears poured down your face as she rapidly spanked your cunt with the same heavy hits, your toes dancing over the floor in agony. Pants of pain escaped your lips as she pulled you off the counter and led you, still bent in half, into the shower. You heard the water turn on, it splashed out of the faucet against your ankles before you heard the sound of the handheld sprayer turn on. She had it on the jet setting and you just about screamed with the forceful stream of water began blasting over your pussy lips. Carol's arm held your waist in a tight grip when you tried to get away.

"Now, when I tell you to stay in bed, you stay in bed baby girl. You don't get up, you certainly don't get dressed. And you never, ever try to get away from me. That earned you a spanking last night and I bet you liked the little one on your pussy even less."

She concentrated the jet directly over your clit and you screeched, knees giving out almost immediately. The only thing holding you up was Carol's strong arm around your waist. The jet moved to spray down your thighs for several moments of relief before it returned with a vengeance. The stream of water battered your clit once again, leaving you screaming endlessly.

"You said you wanted to cum earlier baby girl, here's your chance," her voice was teasing over the sound of your screams and the shower, her own cunt nearly gushing with arousal, "you've got thirty seconds to either cum or not."

There was no way your body would be able to push past the overstimulation in thirty seconds and she was very aware of that. The blonde had vague plans of edging you all day long, until the mixture of the pain from the spankings and the desperate arousal left you a crying puddle at her feet. She'd enjoy picking you up, the relief when she finally brought you to orgasm. You'd be so grateful and sweet and she hadn't decided if she was gonna fuck your pussy again but it was a possibility; in her minds eye she made a sad face at your refusal and you just crumbled at the thought of making her upset.

Somewhere beyond the pain, you realized your cunt was trying to gear up for an orgasm, clenching repeatedly on the emptiness as the water lashed your clit like an overly intense vibrator. Tingles started in your toes, the almost orgasm from earlier welling up once again. Coming would be agony but not coming would be so much worse. You wailed and babbled, feeling the heat rising with starting intensity and you almost fainted when she moved the jet away.

"The thirty seconds are up baby, you didn't cum in time huh?" You squirmed roughly in her hold, nonsense escaping your mouth as desperation set it. "Please be a good girl for me baby, stay still."

You'd never been edged so savagely before, certainly never twice in a row. All of your sexual experiences up to this point had been tame and at least mostly enjoyable and you could barely comprehend that she'd stopped before you could cum and didn't plan to let you finish. Your toes slid on the shower floor, wanting desperately to rub your thighs together but your pussy was tender from the spanking and your clit was throbbing, the lack of orgasm leaving you absolutely wrecked. You clenched down on your muscles the best you could, desperately trying to stay still.

"You really are trying to stay still aren't you baby girl?" The spray from the showerhead hammered against your sore ass cheeks for several long seconds before the water turned off and Carol finally let you stand straight.

"Come on baby, we gotta hustle." Carol was strong enough that physically lifting you over the lip of the shower was easy and she, for some reason, trusted your legs to hold up your weight once she set you on the rug. "I still want to do breakfast at the diner, let the rumors start that we're together."

Together? Your brain struggled to function and make sense of her words but she didn't even give you a chance to speak before she started toweling you off with quick but gentle movements. You yelped when the fabric touched your raw ass or the sensitive lips of your pussy before sliding down your damp legs. The showerheads concentrated target meant you weren't entirely wet and Carol dried you off rather fast.

"Good job baby girl," the praise made your throbbing cunt tingle just that much more, "now you get dressed and I'm gonna finish getting ready for work."

Your knees trembled as she moved away from you, leaving you standing on the bath mat feeling like a baby giraffe who needed to learn to walk quickly before the predators came. You stumbled on the first step and your pussy exploded with pain from the pressure of your legs touching as you walked. Carol talked about wanting rumors to start that you were together but you wanted to get out of there and fast.

You were sure she'd make a great lover for someone, someone who liked pain with their pleasure or being ordered around constantly, but not you. Your bag was still sitting open on the bed when you got back into the bedroom and you could hear Carol in the closet. It was almost a relief not to have panties, the press of the fabric would've been unbearable you were sure. Even the brush of your skirt on your ass hurt.

The blonde was ready by the time you finished dressing and brushing your teeth. You couldn't figure out how to ask her to take you straight to the library without her getting upset. Especially since as you thought about it you hadn't ever actually said no or stop, Carol probably had no idea you weren't into it. Obviously, the crying hadn't been a good indicator, you were sure people cried all the time during rough sex and still enjoyed it. She came up behind you quietly, arms wrapping low around your waist.

"You were so good for me this morning, sweet girl," she murmured, lips brushing over your cheek and ear, "I know it was overwhelming and hard but you did it. I'll come up with a reward for you while I'm doing my paperwork, maybe I'll let you cum earlier than planned."

Your pussy had not at all, even once forgotten that you'd been brutally edged twice or that you still hadn't cum. Your clit was throbbing in desperation, the spanking you'd received doing nothing at this point but leaving your cunt over sensitive and swollen. You could feel your pussy lips every time you moved and it was a special kind of torture. A promise of an orgasm lingered and your cunt immediately became slick and wet.

"Now let's go to breakfast baby." She acted like you could walk like a normal person, as if the way she wrecked you didn't leave you with weak knees and bowed legs, her arm simply coming to ring your waist as she pulled you along. "I grabbed your purse, just leave everything else."

You didn't want to leave everything else, your toothbrush or your clothes, the pajamas you didn't wear or the book you'd brought to read before bed, but words were hard and you couldn't make them come out, not while Carol's hand rested dangerously on your ass. She'd spank you immediately and with no hesitation if you tried to fight an order and you knew that in your gut.

Instead you allowed her to lead you to her cruiser without a fuss, sitting down in the passenger seat with a whimper that made her smile. She set your purse at your feet and buckled you in, taking the time to give you a long, lingering kiss in the process.

Mortification crawled up your throat when a wolf whistle came from behind Carol, the huge man exiting the house wearing a uniform similar to Carol's. The blonde pulled away from you just enough to flip him off before returning, a series of short kisses landing on your lips before she dragged herself away and closed the cruiser door. She and the man, Thor if you remembered correctly, spoke for just a minute before she walked around and got into the driver's seat.

The ride was uneventful, she held your hand against her thigh for the duration and told you to stay in the car until she came around. It was weirdly chivalrous and gentlemanly compared to how she'd treated you earlier. Your ass throbbed as you slipped out of the cruiser and you were thankful you still couldn't quite remember receiving the spanking that had left such a painful mark. There were far too many curious eyes inside of the diner and you kept your head down, knowing that what Carol said was easily accomplished; the rumors were going to start flying before you even left the restaurant, especially when she sat next to you in the booth instead of across from you.

"What are you hungry for baby?" She asked arm slung low around your waist and with her hand on your hip, fingers slipping under the waistband of your skirt. "Get something with lots of protein, okay?"

"Well good morning Sheriff, y/n." Of course your waitress would be Friday; she was a sweet girl, but nosey like her father Tony Stark, who owned several businesses in town while also playing the role as Burgess's only competent mechanic. "What can I start you ladies off with?"

"Just two coffees and two glasses of water, for now, please," Carol spoke before you could attempt to, turning to face you. "D'you need creamer baby?"

You could see the interest on Friday's face at the endearment and almost groaned—Friday prided herself in knowing everything about everything, starting with town gossip and ending with particle physics. Carol had picked a prime location to start her rumors.

"Yes please," you answered quietly, keeping your eyes mostly on your hands folded on the table.

Carol glanced back up at the waitress with a short smile. "We'll have our orders ready by the time you get back, Friday."

The young woman nodded and set off back to the kitchen while Carol adjusted her position to face you better. You weren't really sure what to expect, the pair of you hadn't really talked before (except for last night probably, but you'd gotten drunk halfway through the conversation and everything passed that was spotty).

"Do you know what you want to get baby girl?"

"Just-just some eggs and a bagel." Your stomach certainly wasn't up for anything heavy.

"Get bacon or sausage too." The words came out like an order and you felt petulance set in for just a second before the hand on your hip squeezed, Carol obviously having noticed expression on your face. "You earned yourself an orgasm earlier today, baby, but that can go away and you can earn a punishment if you want. Maybe I'll spank that pretty pussy again. That was only my hand baby girl, don't earn yourself the back of a hairbrush."

Your cunt clenched immediately, still wet and desperately aroused. It must've been the thought of her touching you that got you hot because it certainly wasn't the promise of your pussy getting spanked with a brush handle, especially when your pussy was already a little sore. You couldn't imagine getting spanked with something that would make you hurt worse.

"Bacon." It came out as a murmur, a low tone with more whine to it than you intended, but Carol didn't seem to mind.

She nearly cooed at you, "you're so cute, baby. Bacon it is then. Tell me what your day looks like, sweetheart. When do you have your breaks? What do you have to get done?"

You spoke softly, not recognizing the change in Carol's expression as she listened. She knew your daily schedule front and back already, instead focusing on her plans for the day. She unfortunately really did need to do some paperwork or she'd fall behind. Your lunch break was shorter than hers by half an hour, which she would use to run home and grab some things from her toy box as well as to grab lunch for the pair of you to eat in her office at the station. You wouldn't say no if she'd already bought and paid for it, especially for you. Once you'd eaten, she'd edge you with a vibrator as many times as she could until she had to drive you back to the library.

"I have meetings at the town hall today, during my lunch hour." As you spoke, Carol forced herself to calm when irritation immediately set in at the fact that her plans wouldn't work out the way she'd hoped. "Luckily it's not a long walk, I really need to call Tony about my car…"

"I'll come pick you up baby, what time do you need to be there?" Edging you in the cruiser would be risky, she'd have to be careful not to make you cry, but it would be a good excuse not to let you finish—oops, we're here, I'll have to finish you off later.

"Well, 12:30, but you don't have to—"

"I'll be there baby," Carol turned away before you could answer, smiling at Friday as she returned with your drinks, "Thank you. I'll have the breakfast platter with scrambled eggs, y/n would like eggs and bacon with a toasted bagel."

Friday raised an eyebrow at the way Carol ordered for you but didn't say anything. "Cream cheese?"

"Yes, the sugar and fat will do you some good baby." You blushed darkly at the blonde's words, not daring to check the expression on Friday's face.

"Eggs like usual, y/n?"

Carol listened to you answer affirmatively, scrutinizing Friday slightly at the young woman's attitude; she obviously wasn't a fan of the way Carol spoke for and over you. She certainly wouldn't be toning it down at all but the quick glimpse at the reactions of one of the townsfolk was interesting and she filed it away. Once the waitress set off again, a calculating expression on her face, the blonde returned her full attention to you.

“I’ll call a mechanic after I drop you off.” She’d call Justin Hammer instead of Tony, the idiot would fuck something up and potentially ruin your car, which in the long run would be incredibly useful. “Here baby, drink your water before you have any coffee.”

The orders she gave really and truly chafed; you knew it was best to drink water before having coffee, you were an adult, but being told to do so was so irritating you didn’t want to. But there was a lingering threat in the air and you knew that disobeying wouldn’t do you any favors at this point; Carol didn’t seem very intent on privacy and you had no idea what she may do if you refused to do what she said in public. You grabbed the glass of water and took a long sip, trying to make sure your face didn’t betray your annoyance like it had earlier.

Her fingers danced over the crest of your hipbone, tugging the waist of your skirt down slightly and you shifted, eyes immediately darting around nervously to make sure no one was paying attention, “C-Carol, what—”

“Do you always get off at 8?” She interrupted before you could finished your sentence, ignoring the nervous expression on your face as her hand slipped around under the top of your skirt to rest against your ass. “That’s when you got off last night right? Do you really work 12 hours each day?”

You licked your lips anxiously and nodded, “I have an hour break each day though, and I have a few junior librarians who work alternating shifts throughout the week.”

“What about days off, baby girl, you can’t work seven days a week.” The blonde looked displeased and the unsettled feeling in your gut just got worse.

“W-Well, I don’t work Mondays, all three of my junior librarians work that day to cover the hours,” you twisted your hands in you lap, seeing from her expression that it wasn’t the answer she wanted.

“You work six days a week, 12 hours a day?”

“Just 11 hours a day, cause of the lunch break—”

“Semantics, baby, you know what I mean so don’t try to play word games,” she squeezed her hand against your throbbing ass and you bit down on your lip to keep from making any noise. “Why don’t you hire more help in the library?”

She didn’t want you there so often, working shifts longer than even she did at the station. It would keep you away from her far too much, she hadn’t realized that you worked basically every single day. That would need to change immediately.

“I don’t need it,” you murmured, eyes focused on your glass of water so you didn’t have to look at her, “I enjoy working and my job is fun. It’s very rarely stressful or exhausting and I live alone so it’s not like I have tons of housework to keep up with or anything so extra days off would be superfluous. Even if I was home I’d probably just be reading or knitting and I can do that at work while I’m not busy.”

“It’s not good for you baby, there’s a reason most people have at least two days off during the week.” Her hand travelled back to your hip as Friday arrived with your food. “Thank you, hon. How’s your little sister doing? I heard she broke her arm jumping off of one of your dad’s trucks.”

Friday immediately rolled her eyes, tucking her serving tray under her arm. “Jumping off of the top of one of dad’s tow trucks! She’s lucky she only broke her arm, the little idiot.”

Carol snorted a laugh and shook her head. “Bucky and Sam said she was talking about physics or something the whole time they wrapped her arm.”

“She’s a smart kid but she’s so dumb,” Friday complained. “She said she was testing to make sure gravity was still working because her dolls fell at the same rate even though one was heavier than the other.”

“What is she, eight now? You better hope those daredevil antics curb with age or my paramedics are gonna become real close friends of the family,” the blonde teased.

A slight blushed crossed Friday’s face and you smiled to yourself while putting creamer into your coffee cup; she had a not so subtle crush on Bucky Barnes, one of the guys you’d grown up with, for ages now—much to her father’s disapproval. Bucky was pretty smart and had a knack for robotics that had led to quite a bit of destruction when he was in high school that Tony was inevitably called to fix. He was the local mechanic but he was also the resident genius and received almost as many SOS calls as the station. Even as a well educated paramedic and a contributing member of society, Bucky hadn’t been able to erase the bone deep irritation Tony felt every time he saw the kid.

“Thanks, Friday,” you spoke quickly when it looked like Carol might start teasing the poor girl. “Should we pay at the register today? It looks a little busy.”

The brunette smiled and nodded, appreciating the distraction. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Mrs. Phillips wants to turn the tables as quickly as we can, Sundays are always so busy during football season.”

She excused herself from the table and you suddenly found yourself once again the center of Carol’s attention and wondered if, maybe, you should’ve just let the blonde tease Friday until she got bored. At least it would’ve kept her distracted from you for a few minutes. Her fingers were dragging lazy circles over your hip and you had to tamp down on a shiver.

“You need to figure out how to arrange your schedule to have more time off, baby girl,” she immediately picked back up on your previous conversation, fork in hand, “at least two complete days off a week and you shouldn’t be working more than eight hours a day.”

“It’s—it’s fine, though. I like my schedule,” you pursed your lips, frustrating coming to sit in your chest.

“You’re working your life away, y/n.” You almost trembled at the sound of your name falling from her lips, she hadn’t used it since yesterday, before… everything else. “You’ll learn to enjoy things outside of work, too. Now, eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

There was no room for discussing in her tone and you clammed up immediately. You were fully aware that you worked far more than most people, but your job wasn’t difficult or stressful. You didn’t really need time away from it like you were sure Carol needed from hers. The library was your happy place, surrounded by books and the patrons. It was certainly better than being at home, in your house that wasn’t really your house, on the same land your parents had died on.

You didn’t respond, didn’t bother. Carol’s demands didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t like you had to do what she said anyway. Your breakfast was delicious, the diner was one of your favourite places to eat in town, and you ate most of it before calling it and focusing on your coffee. Carol had a significantly higher appetite than you, being several inches taller and with at least fifty pounds of muscles on you. You assumed she must’ve worked out regularly too, to be in as good of shape as she was. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen a woman in real life with actual abs.

“Finish up, baby girl, we’ve gotta get going in a minute,” her hand squeezed your hip gently and you glanced to see her plate was almost empty, just a biscuit remaining from the platter she’d ordered.

“I’m all done if you are.” The look she passed your plate was calculating; you’d eaten most of it, the eggs and half of your bagel and one of the strips of bacon.

“Eat the rest of the bacon and we’ll head out.” You looked at her incredulously, wondering if she just hadn’t heard you or if she really was willing to bulldoze you quite so thoroughly, and concern turned her lips in response. “Can’t you eat it for me, baby? Please? You’re so small, it worries me that you’re not eating enough.”

Guilt settled heavily in your stomach and you picked up one of the remaining slices of bacon; everyone knew that Sheriff Danvers had a big heart, she cared deeply about the safety and wellness of everyone in your community. Even before people started to accept her as part of the town she’d started going out of her way to help people, bringing groceries to some of the more elderly folks in town or stopping by to feed dogs or cats for people who got caught at work later than expected. She was a genuinely good person and you felt bad for getting so irritated with her.

Carol watched the emotions pass over your face with rapt concentration; it was interesting to see the way you went from annoyed, to guilty, to properly brought to heel. The guilt would really be a breaking point, she could tell. You ate the last two slices of bacon and she smiled at the obedience, leaning over to kiss your cheek lightly.

“You’re so good for me baby girl. Come on, let’s go pay and I’ll drop you at the library.”

Another splash of guilt ran through you when she paid for both of you meals, easily shushing you when you tried to protest. Friday’s eyes were alight with excitement when the blonde wrapped her arm around your waist and tugged you into her side, the tenderness the woman showed obviously leading the waitress to believe you were indeed in a relationship. Just like Carol wanted, you remembered absently. Everyone in town would hear about it before noon, you were sure. Really, you shouldn’t have let her bring you to breakfast. You’d be denying a relationship for years to come.

Carol walked you out to the car and opened your door again, holding it while you slid in. When you expected the door to close, she leant in and started tugging at your skirt. You hissed her name when she tugged it up around you waist, spreading your knees wide and slapping the inside of your thigh when you tried to close your legs.

“Stay like this baby girl, do not move.” The order was clear and you froze as she closed the door, feeling like a deer in the headlights as she walked around the cruiser and got in. “Good girl, keep those pretty thighs spread.”

She took her time starting the car and you felt a nervous sweat break over your forehead, eyes scanning the surroundings constantly. People walked up to the town’s police cruisers all the time and if someone chose this moment to come over it would be… very not good for you. She cranked the car and put it in gear, smiling sweetly at you as she turned in her seat to look behind her while she pulled out.

The other shoe dropped with startling intensity; the second she’d straightened out on the road her hand was on your pussy. You exhaled heavily through your nose when her fingers stroked over your clit before continuing their descent; you’d almost forgotten how worked up she’d gotten you earlier, the way she got you so, so close to coming and then refused to let you.

“Are you still wet baby?” Her fingers slid easily into your channel and you squeaked as they curled up to rub against the spongy wall of your pussy. “Oh good, nice and messy for me.”

“W-Wait—” her thumb found your clit and you couldn’t finish speaking, a moan dragging from your lips as her hand immediately got to work.

It was shocking how fast she managed to work you up, your hips rocking against her head and your head pressed back against the seat. Her fingers squelched as she pumped them into your cunt, the slickness of your arousal coating her hand and easing the drag. Your ass burned as your hips moved, dragging your bruised skin over the leather seats, and your face lit with a blush when the drag got less painful because your pussy was leaking onto the seat.

“That’s so good baby,” Carol drove with ease despite her split attention, somehow waving at people as she passed while still fucking your cunt with special attention on your gspot and clit. “Are you gonna cum for me? Get that leather nice and messy, I wanna smell your pussy all day.”

The blonde smirked to herself, your moans coming louder and more desperate the longer she worked you over. The second she pulled into a parking spot at the library though she withdrew her hand and you cried out, immediately whipping your head around to look at her with big eyes.

“Sorry baby, we’re here,” she unbuckled her seat belt, entirely unconcerned by the arousal covering her hand and opened the door, “wait for me to come around.”

You couldn’t have moved even if she hadn’t ordered you to stay in place, your chest heaving at the loss of sensation. There were tears in your eyes when she opened the door and she smiled down at you, wet hand immediately finding its way back between your spread legs. You had a tiny moment to hope she might finish you off but she only wiped her hand on the inside of your thigh.

“Now, I’m going to let you walk in by yourself.” Her words almost didn’t make any sense, blood rushing through your ears as your cunt pulsed desperately. “You be a good girl and do not touch yourself today. You don’t get to cum until I make you cum, do you understand?”

She gave you a hard look and you gulped, nodding your head in a jerky fashion, “Y-yes S-Sheriff.”

“That’s so good baby.” She bent over and pressed a kiss to your lips, her still sticky hand cupping the side of your face and smearing your own arousal against your cheek. “Now, go open up the library. And leave that little pussy messy, I want you to leave puddles behind wherever you sit today.”

content warnings: dubcon vaginal fingering, spanking, water play, edging/orgasm denial, slight exhibitionism, lots of manipulation as usual

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