Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)

~ Alexa ~

The cold night air slaps my skin the moment the club door swings open. I’m laughing with the bouncer when a rough hand yanks me into the alley.

I stumble, heels scraping concrete. My heart almost jumps straight into my throat.

“What the hell—let go of me!”

I twist, ready to scratch whoever thinks he can drag me anywhere but then I see the uniform.

Officer Klaus.

The man who arrests me at least twice a month. But this time, he’s alone. His jaw is locked tight, the muscle ticking like he’s been holding something in for way too long.

“Alexa.” He says through gritted teeth.

I hate how the sound of his voice makes heat curl down my spine.

I try to jerk my arm free. “Is this supposed to scare me? Because congratulations, it’s working.”

“Oh, you should be scared.”

He presses me against the brick wall with his body just inches from mine. Not touching but close enough that I feel caged.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, breath shaking even though I try to hide it.

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.”

Metal glints in his hand.

Cuffs.

My pulse stutters as I whisper, “No… you can’t.”

“I can. And I will.”

He grabs my wrists like he’s been fantasizing about this exact moment and snaps the cuffs around them before I can get another word out.

Of course this would happen to me. Men at the club love causing trouble when I turn them down. Jealous coworkers pull crap too. I’ve seen setups before… but this? This feels different. This feels like him.

“You’ve racked up quite a list,” Klaus murmurs, leaning close to my ear so his breath ghosts over my neck. “Public disturbance. Provocation. Petty theft.” His fingers slide down the chain of the cuffs, tugging my bound hands closer. “And that little stunt on stage when you looked me dead in the eye and ignored my warning.”

“I didn’t ignore anything,” I breathe, though we both know I did.

He scoffs. “Then you’re worse at lying than I thought.”

Before I can answer, he turns me sharply and guides me toward his car with a grip that’s firm but controlled. Too controlled… like he’s holding himself back from doing something worst.

My legs shake as he opens the back door.

“Get in.”

“This is insane,” I hiss, but my body climbs in anyway, traitorous.

He leans in after me, bracing a hand on the door frame and caging me in again. “Tonight, Alexa, you’re done getting away with things. I’ll make sure of that.”

A shiver runs through me, hot and cold all at once, a funny warmth that makes my skin tingle where his eyes have lingered.

He’d warned me the last time I was arrested, that if I committed one more crime, he’d make sure I got severely punished and not granted bail.

He studies my face like he’s memorizing the moment the power shifts. “You want to run? Too late.”

I tilt my chin up, refusing to look away even as his gaze pins me to the seat.

Then he just shuts the door behind me.

My heartbeat is loud enough to drown out the distant bass thumping from the club. My wrists throb in the cuffs behind my back, the metal biting my skin.

But what really burns is the way Klaus had looked at me.

Like he’d been waiting months for me to give him a reason to do whatever it is he plans to do with me tonight.

Truth is, I’ve fantasized about him more times than I dare admit.

Klaus is one of those unethical cops. I’ve felt it in his touches, heard it in the things he says, seen it in the way he watches me dance.

Who the hell even goes to a strip club as a cop?

I sink back into the seat, breathing hard. The overhead light flashes across the fabric of my dress and I wince at how much skin it shows.

It’s barely a dress. More like a fishnet tank that stops halfway down my thighs. Black. Clinging. With a silver tube barely covering my breasts and a tiny panty underneath fighting for its life.

The kind of outfit that makes men loose their minds. The kind I wear because tips pay rent.

But right now I just feel naked.

Klaus gets into the driver’s seat and for a second he doesn’t move. He just stares ahead, breathing slowly. I can feel his energy from the backseat, like he’s wrestling with himself.

His hand grips the wheel. Knuckles white.

Then he glances up at the rearview mirror and our eyes lock.

His gaze drops, trailing down my body like he’s taking inventory of every exposed inch.

I squeeze my legs together. God, I’ve imagined his attention before. His eyes on me when I dance. His jaw tight when another man tucks a bill into my garter.

But being alone with him? Bound? His gaze that focused?

It hits too hard.

“Why am I here?’ I whisper.

He studies me in the mirror briefly before speaking.

“Drugs,” he says, calm but sharp. “The easiest charge to make sure you don’t get away again.”

My stomach clench. “What?”

“You’re being detained for suspected possession,” he says almost too calmly.

The word ‘drugs’ rattles around in my head.

I didn’t touch anything. Didn’t even go near the VIP booth tonight. It’s a lie. Or a mistake. Something I should correct immediately.

But when I part my lips to deny it, my throat closes.

Why can’t I talk?

He turns to face me, and something in his expression makes my chest seize. My breath hitches as he leans forward, one arm draped over the seat between us.

“You going to tell me I’m wrong?” he asks softly.

I try.

I really try.

But my voice refuses to cooperate. It’s like the air gets stuck before it can turn into words. Maybe it’s fear… or maybe it’s the way he affects me. This pull that makes me want to obey even when I know I shouldn’t.

He tilts his head, studying me like I’m a puzzle he already solved. “No? Nothing to say?”

I shake my head.

A small, unreadable smile plays on his lips. “Didn’t think so.”

The engine rumbles to life and the cruiser pulls away from the curb, the club fading behind us. Streetlights pass over my skin in flashes, making the fishnet glow like I’m some kind of contraband he’s smuggling away.

I can feel him glance up to the mirror every few seconds, eyes dragging over me in slow, heated passes. Not cop-like. Not professional. Something else entirely.

Something I’ve wanted for longer than I can count.

And underneath the fear, the confusion, the adrenaline spinning my thoughts… there’s a darker truth humming through me: I’m not sure I want him to let me go.

Klaus doesn’t speak for a long moment. His hands grip the wheel and I can feel the heat radiating from him as if he’s measuring me or deciding just how far to push before I break.

Finally his voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous.

“You know,” he says, not looking at me, “I’ve been watching you.” His gaze pins me to the seat. “The glances—every stunt you pull.”

I shift in the seat, uncomfortable.

“Stunt?”

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes flicking up to the rearview mirror just enough for me to see that smoldering intensity.

“You tease me,” he says. “Every single time. You think I don’t notice. You think I don’t know the message you try to pass across while you sway on that pole, but I do. And then you keep… committing crimes. Little ones. Big ones. Always pushing me to arrest you.”

I swallow, throat dry. “And why is it always you who arrests me?” I ask, angry, curious, and impossibly turned on.

He doesn’t answer.

Silence stretches between us until he speaks again, his words clipped.

“And even after I warned you, even after you knew exactly what would happen… you did something worse tonight. That’s proof.” He lets the word hang. “Proof that you want it. That you want me to punish you.”

“You think so?” I manage to whisper, though my voice trembles.

His eyes glint in the rearview mirror, sharp and unwavering. “I know. I know exactly what you want. And you’re lucky I’m the one holding the cuffs tonight, Alexa, because nobody else would be able to handle you like I will.”

The cruiser slows. My heart hammers against my ribs. Gravel crunches beneath tires then silence as the engine idles.

I glance out the window. We’ve left the familiar streets behind. Just far enough that the city feels distant. Darkness folds around the car, turning this small stretch of road into a private world cut off from the club and anyone who might save me.

Klaus reaches over briefly, not touching me, just letting his hand hover near the back of my seat. The motion alone sends a shiver crawling down my spine.

“You think this is a game,” he continues, voice low, almost a growl. “That you can tease me, defy me, and I’ll keep letting you go. But you’ve been testing me for months. And tonight… tonight, you went too far. That’s why you’re here. That’s why it’s always me.”

I open my mouth but the words die before they escape. My chest tightens. The cuffs rattle slightly as I shift.

“You…” I finally manage, voice small. “What are you going to do to me?”

He settles back, his lips pulling in a small, knowing smile. “Don’t worry about that, Alexa. Just know that tonight, you’re going to learn how to be a good girl.”

He steps out first. Then the door opens behind me.

“Come out,” he orders.

I step out and he presses forward, firm and measured.

We move silently toward a house I’ve never seen before. Shadows stretch across the lawn. Every sound—the crunch of gravel, the distant hum of the city—fades. Only him, only the pull of authority, only the anticipation of whatever comes next.

He stops at a door. The handle gleams faintly under the porch light. He turns to look at me and for a heartbeat I see the storm behind his eyes. His lips part, voice low and deadly. “This is where your lesson begins.”

The hand at the small of my back nudges me forward. I hesitate, stomach twisting.

Instinct screams at me to run, but something deeper is eager to obey.

And then the door clicks open. Darkness swallows us both.

The house smells faintly of dust. It’s obvious no one has lived here in a long time. The hallway walls are bare and the click of my heels echoes in the stillness when I pause.

“Klaus…” My voice wavers before I can stop it. “What is this place?”

He doesn’t answer. He just walks.

Slow, calculated steps that make my pulse throb behind my ribs as I follow behind him.

Then we reach a door at the end of the hall.

He twists the knob, hits the switch on the wall and red light fills the room, casting everything in a deep low glow that sinks under my skin. What I see inside makes my jaw slacken.

Shelves. Drawers. Racks. Wall hooks. Rows upon rows of gear. All filled and neatly arranged. The kind of bondage equipment that looks expensive and carefully chosen.

A thick leather whip hangs from a shiny hook, catching the light like wet silver.

Things I’ve only seen in movies or overheard in dressing ro