Filthily rotating Travis Hackett in my mind (another self-indulgent nsft fantasy)

I know he would probably never do it, but a bitch can dream about CNC scenarios with Travis Like… he’s a cop, and cops have a blighted reputation for A LOT of reasons.

I imagine he has been following me for a while in his cruiser, and when he signals for me to pull over, I do it because I’m a good girl, of course.

Knowing full well I’ve done nothing seriously wrong, and that this is all part of the game we’re playing, I make my voice meek and timid, asking him what’s wrong.

He tells me to step out of the vehicle, and when I refuse, stating my rights, he all but hauls out of my car, slamming me against the door, and he growls in my ear that I’ll behave and obey like a good girl, or I’ll be spending a few nights in jail.

Unable to stop a moan, I struggle against him, knowing where this little game is heading, and that I’ll soon be a sore and sticky mess.