Chapter 17 SHOPLIFTING GETS ME FUCKED PART 1
Kinks: aggressive sex, coercion, rough sex, power exchange
Ariana's heart pounded as the security guard's heavy footsteps echoed behind her in the dimly stocked back office of the department store. She'd thought she was slick, slipping that designer handbag into her oversized tote, but now the evidence sat accusingly on the metal desk between them.
The room smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, the single bulb overhead casting harsh shadows on the guard's broad shoulders. He was a wall of a man, mid-thirties, with rough hands that had grabbed her arm without warning in the aisle. She glared at him, her slim frame tense, brunette hair falling messily over her defiant eyes. 'You're coming with me,' he'd growled, and now here she was, cornered.
He crossed his arms, his authoritative presence filling the small space.
'You know what happens next, right? Police. Theft charge. Your pretty little record ruined.'
Ariana swallowed hard, her rebellious streak flaring even as nervousness twisted in her gut. She was only twenty-two, couldn't afford the hassle, but the thought of cops made her stomach drop. Secretly, though, a forbidden heat stirred low in her belly at his commanding tone—something she'd never admit.
'What do you want?' she shot back, voice steady despite the tremor.
The guard's lips curled into a smirk, stepping closer until his bulk loomed over her.
'Simple choice, sweetheart. I report you, or you let me have some fun right here. No cops, no record. But you do exactly what I say.'
Ariana's breath hitched, her mind racing. Fun? The implication hung heavy, coercive and raw. She could fight, scream, but his strength was obvious, and deep down, that rebellious facade cracked just enough to let arousal flicker.
Avoiding jail was one thing; the rough edge in his eyes promised something darker she craved but feared.
'Fine,' she muttered, hating how her voice wavered, 'just... make it quick.'
Before she could blink, he shoved her back against the cold concrete wall, the impact jarring her spine. His rough hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.
Ariana gasped, a mix of fear and unwelcome thrill shooting through her. He crushed his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss, forcing her lips apart with his tongue, invading without mercy. She tasted the faint bitterness of his coffee breath, felt the scrape of his stubble on her chin as he claimed her mouth, deep and demanding.
Her hands pushed weakly at his chest, but he only pressed harder, his body pinning hers, the heat of him seeping through her thin top. Emotions warred inside her—defiance screaming to knee him, while her body betrayed her with a growing ache between her thighs.
He pulled back just enough to growl against her lips,
'That's it, agree to be my little slut for the afternoon.' Ariana's cheeks burned, reluctance twisting with the secret pull of submission.
She nodded, whispering, 'Okay... just don't hurt me.'
But her voice held a hint of breathy need she couldn't hide. With a satisfied grunt, he ripped at her clothes—yanking her shirt up over her small breasts, exposing them to the cool air, nipples hardening instantly. Her jeans were next, shoved down her slim legs along with her panties, leaving her bare and vulnerable.
She stood there, trembling, her tight pussy already slick despite the coercion, the musky scent of her arousal mixing with the room's staleness.
The guard's eyes darkened with hunger as he freed his thick cock from his pants, hard and veined, throbbing with intent. He didn't waste time—gripping her hips, he spun her around, slamming her chest against the wall.
Ariana cried out as he kicked her legs apart, the rough concrete scraping her palms. 'Spread 'em,' he commanded, and she did, her body obeying even as her mind reeled. He thrust forward violently, his cock spearing into her tight pussy in one brutal shove.
The stretch burned, filling her completely, pain mingling with a rush of pleasure that made her knees buckle. 'Fuck, you're tight,' he groaned, pulling back only to ram in again, harder, the slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the office.
She moaned involuntarily, the sound escaping as he pinned her wrists above her head with one massive hand, his rough fingers bruising her skin. The power exchange hit her like a wave—his dominance overwhelming her rebellion, forcing her to submit.
Each aggressive thrust drove deeper, his cock pounding her slick walls, hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyes.
'Take it, you little thief,' he growled in her ear, his free hand sliding down to grip her hip, pulling her back onto him.
Ariana's breaths came in gasps, her body rocking with the force, emotions crashing: shame at her wetness coating him, arousal at being used so roughly. 'Please... slower,' she whimpered, but her hips arched back, craving more despite the tears pricking her eyes.
He ignored her plea, fucking her with unrelenting force, the wet sounds of her pussy gripping his cock filling the air. Sweat beaded on her skin, her breasts bouncing with every violent slam. His growls turned to commands.
'Moan for me, show me you want this cock'
And she did, her voice breaking into needy cries as pleasure built against her will. The mix of coercion and raw need tore at her, her secret desires surfacing in the way her inner muscles clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
He released her wrists to slap her ass sharply, the sting heightening everything, making her gasp his name without thinking.
Ariana's world narrowed to the overwhelming sensations—his rough hands everywhere, the ache in her pussy turning to fire, her body surrendering even as her mind clung to defiance. She was gasping now, overwhelmed by the brutal rhythm, hints of more domination in his tightening grip, promising he wasn't done claiming her yet.
The guard's fingers dug deeper into Ariana's wrists, bruising the delicate skin as he yanked her away from the wall with a savage tug.