Don't Lie For Me
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1 through F › CSI: Miami
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
7,176
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2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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I do not own CSI: Miami, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Act
Calleigh hated this. Eric had caught her tampering with evidence to save her best friend from being convicted, and he had blackmailed her. He forced her into a relationship. She should have just said no and suffer the consequences.
But no. She had to do the slut thing and let him fuck her. He had taken a video. He’d even loaded it on his laptop. When she refused the next time he threatened to send it to the Lieutenant. He had to email up, the attachment there, the address in the “To” box, his mouse over the “Send” button.
She couldn’t let that happen. So she would do it again every time he asked. He was sick and would do sick things to her. Eric would call her up in the wee hours of the morning and demand she came over. Or he would take her lunch hour up and fuck herr her her desk. He was an asshole, they all were. Except for Horatio Caine.
She thought about Horatio. He was the sweetest guy alive. Everything Eric wasn’t. She remembered when they were investigating pedophile a couple of years ago. She had fallen asleep and he didn’t give her a talking to or even a disappointed look.
‘I closed my eyes for just a second’ she remembered telling Horatio. ‘Don't worry about it. You're a morning person,’ he told her with a soothing voice.
What did Eric do? Fucking shoved her against the bench and pressed against her. Bastard.
A sharp pain brought her back to the present. The asshole had just bit her neck. She squirmed.
“Don’t you like that, darling?”
She didn’t answer. Whenever she did, he would hit her. Sometimes he would just hit her anyway. She just closed her eyes. He removed her top.
Eric then felt her through her bra. She wished it didn’t happen, but it did. Every single time. Her body responded. Her nipples hardened and her pussy become wet.
“You know you want me,” he hissed into her ear. She didn’t answer. His elbow connected with her stomach.
“Now I wouldn’t want to scar that pretty face. Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she lied.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
Calleigh gulped. “I want you to do whatever you desire to me.” She couldn’t describe the acts he wanted to hear. It was revolting.
Eric gripped her arm harder. “Wrong answer. Try again.”
Calleigh winced. Well at least he didn’t hit her that time. “I want you to fuck me.”
Eric grinned. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she replied, this time not lying. His caresses around her body. It revolted her as a person, but her pussy responded when he pinched her tits.
He pushed her panties down and fingered her pussy.
“Oh, baby, you’re soaking wet.”
Calleigh turned so she wasn’t facing him. Calleigh then heard Eric unzip his pants. God, she just wanted this to be over.
He thrust into her. Calleigh felt his tongue being forced into her mouth. She nearly gagged. Her pussy throbbed as his cock stabbed her each time he thrust into her. In. Out. In. Out. Each time more sickening then the last.
Eric was pumping into her and moaning loudly. “Oh, you tight bitch,” he panted “Scream for me, slut”. Eric clawed at her back. She grunted in pain and he must have mistaken that for pleasure because he whispered in her ear, “You love what I’m doing to you”.
Tears were running down her face. She must have passed out because next thing she knew, it was done. She was on the hard cold tiles and she heard a voice call her name. She opened her eyes and her heart skipped a beat.
Oh no.
But no. She had to do the slut thing and let him fuck her. He had taken a video. He’d even loaded it on his laptop. When she refused the next time he threatened to send it to the Lieutenant. He had to email up, the attachment there, the address in the “To” box, his mouse over the “Send” button.
She couldn’t let that happen. So she would do it again every time he asked. He was sick and would do sick things to her. Eric would call her up in the wee hours of the morning and demand she came over. Or he would take her lunch hour up and fuck herr her her desk. He was an asshole, they all were. Except for Horatio Caine.
She thought about Horatio. He was the sweetest guy alive. Everything Eric wasn’t. She remembered when they were investigating pedophile a couple of years ago. She had fallen asleep and he didn’t give her a talking to or even a disappointed look.
‘I closed my eyes for just a second’ she remembered telling Horatio. ‘Don't worry about it. You're a morning person,’ he told her with a soothing voice.
What did Eric do? Fucking shoved her against the bench and pressed against her. Bastard.
A sharp pain brought her back to the present. The asshole had just bit her neck. She squirmed.
“Don’t you like that, darling?”
She didn’t answer. Whenever she did, he would hit her. Sometimes he would just hit her anyway. She just closed her eyes. He removed her top.
Eric then felt her through her bra. She wished it didn’t happen, but it did. Every single time. Her body responded. Her nipples hardened and her pussy become wet.
“You know you want me,” he hissed into her ear. She didn’t answer. His elbow connected with her stomach.
“Now I wouldn’t want to scar that pretty face. Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she lied.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
Calleigh gulped. “I want you to do whatever you desire to me.” She couldn’t describe the acts he wanted to hear. It was revolting.
Eric gripped her arm harder. “Wrong answer. Try again.”
Calleigh winced. Well at least he didn’t hit her that time. “I want you to fuck me.”
Eric grinned. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she replied, this time not lying. His caresses around her body. It revolted her as a person, but her pussy responded when he pinched her tits.
He pushed her panties down and fingered her pussy.
“Oh, baby, you’re soaking wet.”
Calleigh turned so she wasn’t facing him. Calleigh then heard Eric unzip his pants. God, she just wanted this to be over.
He thrust into her. Calleigh felt his tongue being forced into her mouth. She nearly gagged. Her pussy throbbed as his cock stabbed her each time he thrust into her. In. Out. In. Out. Each time more sickening then the last.
Eric was pumping into her and moaning loudly. “Oh, you tight bitch,” he panted “Scream for me, slut”. Eric clawed at her back. She grunted in pain and he must have mistaken that for pleasure because he whispered in her ear, “You love what I’m doing to you”.
Tears were running down her face. She must have passed out because next thing she knew, it was done. She was on the hard cold tiles and she heard a voice call her name. She opened her eyes and her heart skipped a beat.
Oh no.