Little girl lost. Part 3.

I'd been forcibly shoved into the car and was currently trying to find a position that didn't make the vibrations shoot up me so strong, when a man wearing a leather jacket and beanie hat walked toward the car.

“What's up Kez? You got yourself some trouble?” He peered into the car and stared at me as if I was a strange creature.

My heart rate flew and I waited for her response.

“No Michael. I haven't got trouble. Just driving this little one home. She went through my things and got herself stuck.” she chuckles.

He smiles. An almost sinister stretch of the mouth. “Aww. She's so sweet. All precious and young.” he reaches a hand toward me and leans further into the car, when he's yanked back and away from me.

“Piss off Mike. You can't have her.”

He stumbles away from her easily. The conversation already forgotten.

The officer smiles at me and leans into the car herself before clicking down on the side of the device holding me captive and it drops away from my hands.

Then she slips into her seat and slams the door. Her golden hair glowing from the street lights.

“Ella. I need you to lean forward and place your hands on the headrest in front of you.” she doesn't give me a reason. She doesn't have to.

I obey.

“Ahhhh.” I moan out straight away. My clit is pressed against the toy this way and I get sensitive super fast.

“Oh Ella. I know, I'm sorry. I know it's hard. But I know you can do this. Don't come. OK?”

“Yes Ma'am.” I get my breathing under control and calm myself. That helps, if only a little.

She puts the keys in the ignition.

“Good girl.” the praise makes me feel good. Warm, and excited. But it also makes me nervous. I can hear the smirk in her voice.

She turns the keys. The engine roars to life and the seats beneath me feel like they're vibrating.

“Ooh. Ahh no. Please ma'am.”

“You can do it sugar. Hold off for me. There's a good girl.”

And she speeds away.

We finally pull up in the dark parking complex and she shuts off the engine. I can finally breathe.

My pounding heart resounds through my body and as soon as she opens the door for me, I throw myself from the car.

Air!

I suck it into my aching Lungs and she allows me a few seconds to catch my breath before speaking.

“You did so good Ella. Now I need to frisk you before we go in to Ethans. OK?”

I know she has no need to frisk me. But with the vibrations still buzzing against my sensitive swollen bud, I don't even think to argue.

I step toward her and she knows. I will do as she asks.

“Hands flat on the bonnet.”

I follow the order easily and I press my palms against the smooth surface of the bonnet, slightly bending down.

I feel her breath on the back of my neck before I feel her touch.

She gently slides her hand against my waist and across my stomach before adding her other hand at the other side of my body.

She strokes upwards and skims the sides of my breasts before stroking downwards again.

Past my waist, past my hips and down the full length of my legs before circling my ankles with her long fingers.

She pulls spreading my legs just past shoulder width before stroking back up again. This time following a path up the inside of my leg.

She takes her time, caressing behind my knee before following up my inner thighs.

The vibrations feel stronger and her touch brings out a need in me.

She completely bypasses my most needy area after stroking the creases at the very top of my thighs and moving on to my arse.

She squeezes my cheeks before placing her mouth at my ear, one hand slides around my front and she presses the buzzing toy harder against my clit.

“What's this Ella? I think you're concealing something here.”

I can't keep the small moan locked inside. And as the gasp of air is released from my lungs she presses harder and slides the tip of her tongue against the curve of my ear.

“It's a toy ma'am. It's your toy.”

“Hmm. A sex toy? Well it doesn't seem as though you have a toy pressing against your pussy. Are you sure?”

She places a hand flat against my back and pushes me against the bonnet of her car.

“Let's see if it is a toy. Shall we?”

Before I can answer, the toy suddenly picks up speed and strength. I moan and try to pull away from my bent over position but her strong hand holds me in place.

“Don't come Ella. But prove to me that this is a sex toy!”

I don't try to prove anything. She does it all herself.

I'm trying hard to hold on to the orgasm that threatens to blow. My body shakes and jerks as she holds my position.

And when her phone rings, the vibrations lower once again. But only slightly. I'm still close to the edge and I struggle not to fall.

She sits on the bonnet next to me and swings one leg over my back, relaxing her hand as she answers her phone.

“Chief. I'm off duty.”

She continues her conversation and at some point turns to me, slides a small remote into my hand and places her hand against my mouth.

“Turn it up.” she mouths with a wink.

I follow the instruction and the vibrations intensify so much that I cry out and turn it back down without permission.

She hangs up the phone and with a hard look says, “You're a bad girl Ella. To Ethans we go.”

She keeps the pressure of the toy to a medium. Occasionally she will switch it high for a few seconds and then lower it.

I nearly drop to the floor each time.

My heart pounds at the thought of what will happen when we're behind closed doors.