*Please be kind. This is the first time I have written my thoughts but I would appreciate constructive comments.*
When I was 18 I thought I was *“all that”*. I always had money, had parents who put no restrictions on me, went to a prestigious college, had a great part-time job in a theme attraction park and had the hottest car of all my friends. I didn’t have a single good priority in life or a bit of common sense but I felt like I had everything. I was what most called spoiled rotten.
One night after leaving my park job at midnight, I had my windows down, music up as loud as it would go, and I was driving well over 60 in a 25 zone. Next thing I know, I see blue lights in my rear-view mirror. My music was so loud I never ever heard the siren. The park was heavily wooded and there really wasn’t anywhere to stop other than on a side dirt road. I turned in and the police car followed in behind me. My heart was beating so fast. I couldn’t think about anything and was just scared.
Eventually there was a knock on the window. An officer asked to see my driver’s license. I managed to fumble around and find it. My hand was trembling as I gave it to him. He asked me if I knew why he pulled me over. I lied and said I did not. I knew I was speeding. I had done it many times before and just not been caught. This was my turn. The officer responded *“of course you don’t”*. Then he turned around with my license in hand and went back to his car. The headlights of his car were shining in my rear-view so I could not see what he was doing.
I sat in my car for what seemed like eternity. Just not knowing what to do. Eventually the headlights turned off and he walked back over to my car. He asked if I had been drinking. I said *”no”*. He asked if I had been smoking pot. I said *”no”*, that I work there and was just going home. He said he knew who I was and that I need to get out of the car. As I pushed the door open, he reached for my arm and guided me out of the car. He led me over to the front of his patrol car. There were no street lights but the moon was bright enough I could see everything about him. He was tall and muscular. Very strong. Blonde hair and dark eyes. Under other circumstances, he might be attractive.
*“I pulled you over because you were driving erratically and going more than twice the speed limit.”*
**I said nothing.**
He got closer to me and said loudly *“Well”*.
I could feel my whole body shaking. I couldn’t manage any words. Were there any words? I was speeding.
*“Do you have anything on you?”*
**I said nothing.**
*“Fine, put your hands behind your head and spread your legs”*
I didn’t move so he moved my arms behind my head for me so that my hands were touching my neck. He then started patting down my sides and hips. He was standing behind me and I could feel him moving closer as the pats got slower. I closed my eyes and said nothing. I had goose bumps all over. As he patted me down, I could feel my nipples start to harden. Did I like this? Why do I like this? Then his hand came around to my breast. My bra had no padding and it was obvious how hard my nipples were. He paused for a moment and said *“Take your shirt off”*. I did —-but I said nothing. He said *“Shorts too”*. I slid those off as well but I said nothing. I felt his hands come back around and cup my breast. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, *“You like this don’t you?”*. **I said nothing.** He then slid his hands around to my back and unlatched my bra. He pushed his body fully up against me and I could feel the bulge in his pants. What the hell was happening here? Is that what always happens? What should I do? What should I say? **I said nothing.**
His hands came around to my breasts again. Bare this time. He cupped them both as he pulled me closer to his body. His hands were warm. As he squeezed each breast rhythmically , he slid my hard nipples between two of his fingers and squeezed. It sent pulses down my body and I could feel how warm between my legs had come. I gave a slight moan and he grabbed both my nipples and twisted. Whispering in my ear again, he said *“You like that.”* **I said nothing.**
His hands slid down my stomach to the front of my panties. He grabbed my pussy through the cloth and squeezed several times. He then slid his fingers to the waistband where he slid them down slightly to my hips. He then grabbed me again and squeezed with just his hand touching my bare skin. After several firm grips he slid a finger inside me. Then two. He was rubbing my clit and I liked it. But still I said nothing. Next the fingers went deeper inside. In and out. I was so wet I could hear the noise. He leaned down and whispered again, *“I know you like that”*. Again I moaned or whimpered, at this point I am not sure but **I said nothing.**
He turned me around. I was naked, except panties around my hips and a loose bra, standing in front of him on full uniform. He said “Don’t move”. I didn’t move. He went around to the side of his car and brought back a polaroid camera. He pulled my bra off and let it drop. I could feel the fear building back but still I said nothing. He took a picture, the light flashed and I could not see anything. He said he needed the picture in case I told anyone about this he would need to show how I tried to seduce him. I started to cry.
He pulled me closer in a tight hug. Told me not to cry and that if I was a good girl we could work something out. He asked me if I was a good girl and I shook my head- yes- but still **I said nothing.** He moved me to the hood of his car and pulled my panties off. He then took off his belt and laid it on the ground. As he unzipped his pants, he looked directly into my eyes and smiled. He wanted me. I am not sure any other man had ever looked at me like that. It was exciting and confusing and scary. He put his fingers back inside of me and rubbed in and out. I was breathing hard and my heart was racing.
He slid his cock between my legs and slowly put just the tip in. He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward which threw my balance off. I leaned back on the car with my breast uncovered open to just him and the moonlight. While he was slowly thrusting in and out, he leaned over and put one of my breasts in his mouth. Lightly at first, but then he bit harder and harder. It hurt. No it felt good. No, it hurt. What the hell is happening to me. He then repeated this with the other breast. By this time I was moaning. Loudly I’m afraid. **But I said nothing**. He whispered again. *“tell me what you want”*. I didn’t know what to say. He spoke again, *“tell me to fuck you”*. Then I said it. *“Yes, fuck me, that’s what I want.”* His thrusting got faster and deeper. 5 times, ten, fifteen. I was trying to count but I wasn’t in control of my mind. Then he grabbed my hips, pulled me incredibly tight and stopped. I could fill his cock pulsing and a new warmth. He leaned his head back slightly and was smiling again. It seemed like we stayed in that position forever.
He took a step back. Pulled up his underwear, zipped his pants and put his belt back on. He looked at me and said *“you are really not a good girl, are you?”* . Then he said, *“I will come by and see you. That was amazing, baby. Get dressed”*.
Warm cum was dripping down my leg. My clothes were dirty from being dropped on the ground but I got dressed. Got in my car. I drove home crying. What just happened? Did I ask for that? Did I enjoy it? Do I like him? But the only thought that I really couldn’t get out of my head even years after this happened is how much I hate being called Baby —-and I will say something to anyone who calls me that.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bv9osf/i_said_nothing_until_i_did_submissive_authority