Chapter 4: Deeper Into the Game

The rest of that shift passed in a haze for Emily. Every time she moved in the passenger seat, she felt Mace’s thick load shift inside her—warm, sticky, a constant reminder of what she had become in just one night. Her pussy was sore but still throbbed with low-level arousal. When they finally clocked out at dawn, Mace gave her one last order before she got into her own car.

“Tomorrow night. Same uniform. No panties. And don’t you dare touch yourself until I say so.”

She nodded, cheeks flushed, and drove home barely able to think straight.

The next twenty-four hours were torture. Emily tried to act normal—grocery shopping, laundry, a quick run—but her mind kept drifting back to the parking lot, to the alley, to the way Mace’s huge black cock had stretched and claimed her. She caught herself squeezing her thighs together at random moments, nipples stiff against her bra. Twice she almost gave in and masturbated in the shower, but she stopped herself, remembering his command. The denial only made her wetter.

By the time she reported for duty that evening, she was a live wire. Mace took one look at her in roll call and smirked, knowing exactly how worked up she was.

The first few hours were deceptively quiet. Then, around midnight, Mace received a text. He read it, chuckled low, and changed course without explanation, heading toward a familiar rundown industrial zone.

“You remember Diego and the boys?” he asked casually. Emily’s stomach flipped. “Yes...”

“Good. They want a proper thank-you for breaking you in. And tonight you’re gonna give it to them—on your back, on your knees, however they want. While I watch.”