Chapter 20: No one touches me

A/N: Wrote this on twitter with the Dr C twitter account for his fangirls. Enjoy.

Outtake- CPOV

The old dirt bike still handled pretty well, all things considered. It had been decades since I rode the damn thing. It felt right to be on it tonight.

The kids were all off enjoying prom night. I didn't remember my prom very clearly. I think alcohol and fucking Mary in the woods was involved. Esme was hanging on Charlie's arm that night—hence the booze.

A smug smirk split my lips as I turned onto the main street for town.

So much for Charlie Swan getting the girl.

It took too fucking long for this day to come but I wasn't going to dwell on that. I could finally be myself around Esme—finally show her how I felt.

Finally fuck her anywhere and in any way I wanted to.

I parked the bike around back, hoping Esme hadn't seen me.

"Oh, Dr Cullen," Gail said as she exited the station. I hadn't expected to run into her. Esme said she was working the late shift alone tonight.

I gave Gail a shy smile, hoping I wasn't blushing. I drove over here tonight hoping to do a bad, bad thing. Now I felt like I was caught before I could even start. Gail giggled.

Why did grown women always giggle whenever I smiled at them?

"I'm heading down to the diner for some grub," she informed me. I just nodded.

Was it too awkward to admit I was here to see Esme?

"I don't expect to be back for…oh….least an hour or so," she offered suggestively and threw me a wink as she turned to head down the street.

My turn to practically giggle. You ever get caught by the janitor coming out of his closet with the girl you were just making out with and just shrug at the dude? Yep…that was me tonight.

I wanted to surprise Esme but wasn't sure how. I opened the door as quietly as I could. She wasn't sitting at the desk when I slipped in.

There was a dark side to me that was unleashed lately around this woman. I could feel that taking over as I followed the sounds of her movements.

I caught sight of her in the jail cell at the back of the station. She was bent over to fold a blanket. Esme Swan in jail. I smiled at the thought.

How fucking perfect would it be to see Esme Swan's bad side?

I remembered that night at La Push - her audacity to just jump off the cliff without a second thought. The girl was pure trouble back then. And a little slutty when you got right down to it, too.

A wicked plan formed in my head. I only hoped that she was comfortable enough to trust me. I didn't plan on giving her fair warning at the moment.

I really hoped that she wasn't that good at her training. I didn't fancy pepper spray in the eyes tonight.

Hmm… grab her arms first. That way she can't grab the mace.

Be gentle about this, Carlisle. You're not looking to accost the poor woman.

I'd spent years hanging around Erebos and thanks to that, I knew a thing or two about role playing. This wouldn't be a full out scene but I'd take her as far as she wanted to go.

I let the character take over my thoughts and stepped behind her, relishing the gasp of her breath as my hands slipped around her arms.

I could practically hear her thoughts in that second. She was trying to figure out how to subdue me and take control of the situation.

Always the good girl, Esme, I thought. Always having to be in control.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning at the thought. She was damn good at being in charge, but I'd make her lose control tonight.

She was shaking slightly, scared maybe. Just an adrenaline rush perhaps. I leaned in and drew a slow breath against the fragrant skin of her neck.

She shivered.

I know you know it's me, baby. You don't realize it but you know it, I silently assured her.

I could see her pulse race in her neck.

I knew you'd like this, Esme. Just let me tell you it's me…then you can really enjoy it.

I ran my nose along her neck and up to her ear, taking a deep breath so she could hear me. Feeling my own pulse race at the raw power I felt in that moment.

There was nothing wound tighter than Esme Swan. The woman was rigid and practically frozen most of the time. That was the perfect challenge for me.

I could see by the way her jaw locked that she was trying to figure out how to wiggle away. And I could tell by the way her chest pushed out that she was liking the hold I had on her at the same time.

Time to have a little fun. "Are you alone, bitch?" I asked in a menacingly low voice. I didn't even recognize it as my own.

The way this woman affected me was like Jekyll and Hyde. And the beast was out now.

Time to let him have his way with her.

"Yes."

I smirked at the idea of all the reasons running through her head. I'm sure she had a perfect argument as to why she told me that. Was positive that she thought I gave a fuck if we were alone.

At the moment I didn't give a fuck. I'd take her right now with an audience. I'd waited too many damn years for this woman.

I pulled my hands together in front of her. Putting both of her hands in one of mine. She never struggled. Never tried to turn to see me.

She didn't even take the second's worth of opportunity to pull her hands free.

See, she knows it's me. She trusts me.

And she's just as fucking turned on as me to this situation.

It was wrong. Every good role player knows that terms must be set up front. That both parties need safe words and to know what is going on before the play gets out of hand.

I knew that. I really should have followed that.

But fuck me, I just wanted to squeeze her perfect tit in my hand at that moment.

So I did. My free hand pushed up the front of her shirt and wrapped around her breast and squeezed. She moaned.

And I was fucking lost.

"You are a fucking little slut, aren't you?" I whispered hungrily.

That's my girl. Give in to it, Esme.

My hand holding hers pressed her body back against me, making my arousal known to her.

She shook more and that rational part of me snapped back into place.

What the fuck are you doing Carlisle! Let her know it's you!

My lips curved into my crooked smile.

"Scream for me, baby," I purred in her ear.

If she didn't know it was me from that…well fuck, I was fooling myself with the pride of that first conquest.

I saw her body freeze then practically melt as realization dawned at my words. I released her hand and ran mine down her body as I knelt behind her.

Just to make sure she was okay, I kept talking. "Esme?" I asked.

I spread her legs like I was preparing to frisk her like a perp and she naturally leaned forward, her hands slapping the wall to brace herself from falling.

"If this gets to be too much, say red."

It was a basic safe word, easy enough to remember, and it meant stop so it was easy to associate it with ending the scene.

Her breath sped up, and I slowly rose, running my hands up the sides of her body as I did. My hands came to rest over hers on the against the wall.

"Esme, do you understand?" I probed.

She nodded just as my tongue darted out to her ear. I drew her earlobe between my teeth and was rewarded with a desperate moan from her.

Good. She was safe. She was in control. If at any moment she said that word, I would immediately stop the scene and calm her down.

That being said…. I slammed my hands over hers suddenly, a thrill shooting through me at the way her body jumped, trapped between my body and the wall.

"I've always wanted to see the cop get screwed for once," I said. She smiled.

Yeah…I can talk dirty all night long, babe.

"What do you say, Chief?" I asked to distract her just as my right hand grabbed her crotch. She gasped - already feeling hot and wet through her work pants.

"My…my…deputy..." she stammered.

So she really wants to play, does she?

I smiled, slipping further into my own character.

"Told me to have a nice night. That she was okay with going home and left me her keys on her way out."

For added effect, I dropped the keys from her belt ring on the floor. She was so far gone I was pretty sure she didn't even realize they were hers.

"So tell me, Chief Swan…" I whispered. My hands found the buttons at the front of her shirt and pulled. The fabric tore apart in the most viciously alluring way.

"Do you like being a prisoner?"

I took full advantage of her exposed chest. Massaging her breasts with both of my hands. She wiggled and squirmed under my touch.

At one point she thrust her ass back against me. I hissed as she hit my erection—slapping her breast in punishment.

The near primal groan torn from her at that made my head swim in lust.

Fuck, I love this woman.

Her fingers clawed at the brick wall. She was aching to touch me, her entire body begging for me to let her turn around and touch me.

"Carlisle!" she moaned.

Sorry baby, this is my show right now. You'll thank me in the end. I'll teach you patience sooner or later.

"Have you been a bad girl, Chief Swan?"

She didn't respond immediately, probably just cursing me for not just fucking her already.

"Answer me, bitch!" I commanded. I turned her abruptly and tossed her down to the cot, always keeping her safety in mind, but I couldn't give a fuck about delicacy.

I would make love to her softly next time. Undress her slowly and lick and suck every inch of her body. For right now, I only had a handful of minutes before Gail was going to come waltzing back into the station. I had to be fast.

Hard and fast. I was sure she wouldn't mind.

She was lying on her back, looking up at me with hooded eyes, her lips half open with lusty pants of breath, and her chest rising and falling seductively beneath me.

I straddled her hips and gave her a smile filled with all my wicked thoughts.

I watched her throat bob as she swallowed back another moan and I drew her hands above her head.

We're in a fucking jail cell. What better place to use cuffs? I mused silently to myself.

I made a quick scan of her body with my eyes.

Fuck, I could eat this woman whole right here and now.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the cuffs, winking at her questioning glance and secured her to the cot.

She looked up to see that she was indeed handcuffed to the cot. To put her at ease and break the tension of the moment, I teased her.

Bringing my finger to my lips I smirked and shushed her.

"I'm a bad boy, too," I promised.

"Fuck," she moaned. I couldn't help but chuckle. I didn't know what Charlie was like in bed, but I could guarantee that I was the only one who ever did this shit with Esme.

"Soon enough," I teased and leaned down to kiss her. I could see the slight hint of worry in her eyes. She was all but ready to call 'red' with the cuffs.

I kissed her passionately- wet and deep and hot as fuck. I guessed she'd lose that inhibition quickly, and then she melted against me without so much as mentioning her hands.

I stripped us rapidly, every now and then returning my lips to hers to keep her excited.

Her eyes were closed and she was panting, her body squirming as I made short work of our clothes.

Thank fuck the woman loves front clasping bras. It was problematic to have her handcuffed but I only needed her chest exposed. It was sexier to see her half clothed anyway. Her pants and underwear, however, those were ditched on to the floor in seconds.

She was a goddess handcuffed to that bed, her body totally at my mercy.

I was on fire with the power that she gave me, knowing that she trusted me that much. That she wanted me enough to give herself to me like that. I feasted on her body with my lips, tongue and teeth, loving every whimper, every pant and every groan that my touch elicited from her.

I gave her no warning before I wrapped her legs around me and thrust deep and hard into her. She screamed and writhed, our breaths and movements matching instantly.

We were a grunting mass of sweat and thrusts in no time, but it wasn't enough. With Esme, it would never be enough.

I unlocked the cuffs and turned us so that she was straddling me from above.

"Ride me!" I commanded. She did it without question. The sensations in my body were overwhelming.

"Esme…Esme…" I panted over and over. My hands secured her hips so that she would not lose her balance and fall off.

I ached to touch her. Had to touch her… please…Esme…please!

Like she could read my mind, her hands slip up her body and her breasts. She squeezed her hands as mine would have done.

We screamed and climaxed in unison.

She collapsed onto my chest - both of us spent and panting.

"We have to stop meeting like this."