Love & Contraband

Love's Prisoner

Love's Prisoner

Denisha walked through the familiar corridors of the jail, using her badge to gain entrance through the many doors. She couldn't wait to get to her desk, where she could indulge in fantasies about the fairytale man she had created in her mind. But to her surprise, when she arrived at her office, she found it occupied by Paulette, her office mate, and Sergeant Burrows, with a grin on his face, waiting to greet her.

Denisha had been trying to avoid Sergeant Burrows at work because she was sleeping with him. Their romance had started off hot and steamy, with secret kisses behind closed doors, slow head real quick in the parking lot, and him meeting her at her home after work. But then he up and got himself engaged, Denisha's feelings changed. She had started having sex with him just for the lavish gifts and attention. She had fallen in love with him, but he wanted something different.

"Good morning, Jackson." Sergeant Burrows said in a tone that reminded Denisha of Denzel Washington. "Morning," Denisha replied, her tone shocked and dry.

Paulette, sitting at her desk, couldn't contain her laughter. She knew all about their love affair, just as well as other coworkers knew. There was a time when Denisha had felt that Sergeant Burrows was her soulmate, but he had done too many selfish things to hurt her. She wanted something fresh, something that didn't make her feel like love's prisoner. She was busting out, and she started by ignoring calls and texts, but then he would only visit her unit at work or leave gifts on her doorstep.

As Paulette stood up and straightened her shirt, adjusting her glasses, she announced, "I'm going to the cafeteria," with hunger in her eyes and a desire to leave the two alone. Denisha watched her go, with a look of gratefulness for the temporary pardon from Sergeant Burrows' presence.

Denisha and Sergeant Burrows were left alone in the office as Paulette made her way to the cafeteria. Sergeant Burrows wasted no time in questioning Denisha about the missed phone calls.

"I've been busy with stuff," Denisha lied, trying to brush off the conversation.

But Sergeant Burrows wasn't convinced. He grabbed Denisha by the back of her neck and pulled her close. Denisha could feel the vibrations from his words as he pressed his lips hard against hers. Then, he quickly stuck his hand down her uniform pants, pulled her panties to the side, and nestled his long, slender fingers on her clitoris. Denisha pushed him away, feeling a mix of nerves and frustration. Her pussy wet and throbbing, matching the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Sargeant Burrows then stood back and tasted his fingers.

"I'll be by your place later," he said in a demanding tone. "Wear something sexy for me."

Denisha's heart continued to race. She knew she had to put an end to this. "I won't be home," she said, her voice shaky but determined.

But Sergeant Burrows wouldn't take no for an answer. He was persistent, refusing to leave her alone. Denisha felt trapped, like a prisoner of her own desires and the unwanted advances of Sergeant Burrows.