Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bimbofication, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, a highly erotic medical examination, body transformation, multiple partners, group sex, anal sex and double penetration, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
A wiretap has finally managed to implicate crime boss John Cheever, and Officer Katie Topaz is the smug cop who’ll be bringing him into the station under charges of possessing a powerful and highly illegal aphrodisiac. But when a staffing problem leaves the precinct headquarters empty, Katie gets stuck guarding the holding cells until the bail hearings in the morning.
It’s been a long shift, and she can’t pretend she’s not a little curious what’s so special about these little pills that the notorious man was willing to risk jailtime to have them in his penthouse. It won’t hurt to just look at them a little, will it? But when curiosity trumps her better judgement, she quickly finds out she’s in for a lot more than she bargained for, and all sorts of very bad ideas start to sound sort of like good ones.
Before she knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and her urges have pushed her into the arms and at the mercy of the crime boss and his cell mates, who are more than happy to help her fill her sudden cravings …
Now she was in his grasp, controlled by him utterly. His fingers knew her body so impossibly, impossibly well. Every touch and stroke and caress seemed the single most important thing that had ever happened to her. She pressed against the bars, trying to will herself through them and into the arms of this man she so desperately wanted to give herself to.
There wasn’t room for any other thought but that simple, driving desire. It felt like she was the one in jail, held back by these awful metal bars from the only place in the world she wanted to be. But something, some distant residual memory, held her back.
“I can’t,” she repeated, though by now the only thing she could remember about what she couldn’t do was that she wanted to do it anyways. “I shouldn’t.”
His fingers ran down her smooth, trembling stomach and paused tantalizingly. “We all do things we shouldn’t do,” he murmured. “Isn’t that where all the fun is?”
“Couldn’t I just –”
But her voice cut off in a sharp, shrill gasp as his fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties. Her juices had soaked them what felt like hours ago and they clung wetly to her as his fingers probed down into her last remaining strip of clothing. She was pressing herself against the metal bars so forcefully that she registered dull pain somewhere far off where it didn’t matter. The only sensation that mattered was right there, right where his fingers were moving over her.
He traced a delicate touch over her folds and she let out a long, urgent moan. Her eyes were screwed shut. Nothing existed but the feeling he was giving her.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please.”