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He was already hard again. I palmed the thickness of his cock, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin. No matter the thinly-veiled threats he had made, he hadn’t actually hurt me, yet.
My body and brain warred; I knew I shouldn’t be submitting to him. I shouldn’t be giving in to his demands. But as I stretched myself over the center console, I couldn’t help but revel in my helplessness. Part of me definitely wanted this. Definitely wanted to submit, to luxuriate in my feeling of choicelessness.
I knew what I said earlier. I knew the words I used in that godforsaken ad.
Had that really been only hours ago? It felt like a thousand years ago.
This – this – was not where I thought I’d end up, naked and stroking a man’s cock. But somehow, I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted to fall into this beautiful sense of powerlessness. With him.
The remains of his first orgasm were drying on my face, and for a moment, I worried about getting cum on his jeans.
I shook my head, as if to clear it. That’s a fucked up thing to worry about, in this situation.
Still, I imagined swallowing his cock, pushing my face all the way against his stomach, taking him deep into my throat. The slimy remnants would be smeared all over his lap. My pussy clenched as I thought about kneeling in front of him, when we finally got out of the car, and having to lick it all clean.
A tiny noise escaped my mouth, and I closed my eyes, still palming his cock.
Fucked up.
He scooted himself a little bit forward. “If I wanted another handjob, I could’ve done it myself.”
I felt my eyebrows rise. “Do you often jerk yourself off while driving?”
He growled, and my breath hitched. Why did I feel the need to antagonize him?
“Get that smart mouth on my cock, where it belongs, before I pull over and teach you how to behave.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Jesus Christ. What was wrong with me? My mind screamed at me, while my pussy dripped. I didn’t do things like this. I didn’t say things like this. This wasn’t me. But, fuck, it felt good. It was as if every slutty step I took, allowed the possibility of further degeneracy. Each action opened the possibility of deeper depravity.
I thought about what I had said earlier.
No blow jobs, no sex.
I looked at his cock in my head, hard and ready, the tip glistening with pre-cum already. Of course I remembered those words. But… was I allowed to change my mind?
“Come on doll, don’t make me wait. You want it, don’t you?”
I did want it.
I had started the night wanting to just be a slime-covered slut. The bukkake girl of my fantasies, a cum rag for strangers. Admittedly, the idea still haunted me, but… being here, naked and at the mercy of this one man made my body ache with a need that blossomed under my skin like a spill of hot water. I tried to conjure the feeling of fear that I had felt moments ago, but it was like it had been eclipsed by my own slutty need.
He hadn’t hurt me.
Not really. Yes, he had taken my choices by inches – but hadn’t been me, who crawled after him to the car? Hadn’t it been me who begged to throw my dress out? I shivered, as the hot blush of realization spread over me. He didn’t make me do those things. The push and pull of choice, the illusion of choice and choicelessness, it made my thoughts drip down between my thighs. It was so hard to think.
Maybe, just maybe, I could finally get a taste of the true humiliation, the deep debasement I’d been craving.
I arched my back and settled against his lap, trying to both think and not think about the picture I was presenting, should anyone glance through the passenger window. The tip of his cock was soft and hard, all at once, against my lips. He filled my mouth, as I pushed myself down against him.
“Fuck.” That one word sounded like it was dragged through gritted teeth.
His cock twitched and hardened, and I struggled to keep my teeth out of the way.
I bobbed my head, pushing him as deep as he would go. The rhythm of it was almost soothing, the degradation of repeatedly choking on him made my cunt ache with a new, special need. I bowed my back further. The air felt cool as it blew across my wet pussy.
“Fuck, what am I supposed to do with you?” His voice was soft, with an undercurrent of puzzlement that I hadn’t heard from him before.
I felt his cock breach the back of my throat, and I pulled off, gagging. “What do you mean?” My own voice was husky with need.
He wrapped his fingers through my hair and pushed me back into his lap.
I moaned against him, because it felt so good to be used. It felt so good to let him use me.
He kept his grip, moving my head to pleasure himself. “You should have told me to go to hell a dozen times already. And you haven’t.” He let out a shaky breath. “What am I supposed to do?”
Again, I felt the length of him in my throat, and my body revolted. I pulled back, my stomach heaving, as thick strands of throat slime still stretched between my mouth and his cock. My tongue darted out to catch them before they fell, and I ran my tongue around and underneath him, to the sensitive spot I knew was just under the head.
He swore and made a fist, making me cry out.
I felt the engine rev up, like we were leaving the stop-and-go of city traffic for the smooth expanse of the interstate.
That gave me pause. “Where are we going?” I asked, teasing him with my tongue. Red flags flashed dully, somewhere in my brain. We shouldn’t be on the interstate. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to completely remove him from my mouth. My own conflicted thoughts darted across my brain, at once wanting to know I was going to be safe and desperately wanting more of what he was giving me.
“Need some time to think.” His voice was low.
“Think?” I knew that’s what I should have been doing, too, but the ache in my body made it nearly impossible. I didn’t want to think. I wanted to submit. Wanted it like I had never wanted anything.
I felt him take a deep breath, as I swallowed him again. “This wasn’t exactly my plan for tonight.”
I laughed, and sucked on the upstroke. “Me, neither.”
His fingers played in my hair, almost gentle. “You shouldn’t have gotten in the car with me.”
Probably not.
“Yet, here we are.” I didn’t like where this conversation was going. Yes, he was probably right. But in a way, maybe it had been safer than kneeling, alone, in an empty parking garage.
Maybe. Probably. Really – only time would time. A flutter of anxiety shivered across my skin, and I continued to suck him.
“You submit so easily. I wasn’t being facetious when I said that men could hurt you.” He shuddered as I ran my tongue along the underside of him. “A pretty little submissive thing like you… You almost beg for it.”
I thought about that, between the sounds of my wet sucking and the purr of the engine.
He continued. “You say that you don’t do this, but…” He paused and readjusted himself in his seat, petting my hair.
“I don’t. I’ve… never. I’ve never done anything like this.” I pushed his cock down my throat, and came back up. “But I can’t say that I’m disappointed. I like this.” My eyes turned up to him, and even in the darkness, I could see the smile on his face. “I want this,” I said.
“You shouldn’t let me violate your boundaries.” His grip on my hair tightened. “You… I want to…” He pushed my head all the way down, until my lips were flush against his skin. He held me there. “You test my self control. I want to… do things to you.”
I laid there, feeling that delicious invasion of my throat, and wiggled my ass.
He didn’t let go. “Such beautiful, natural submission.”
My lungs began to burn.
“That’s a gift you shouldn’t be giving strangers in a fucking parking garage.” There was an edge to his voice now, something harder that promised things dark and sweet.
He shifted, and the engine geared down.
I began to struggle in earnest, and he pulled my mouth off of him. My vision swam as I took in great lungfuls of air, and I curled back into the passenger seat. The fact that he let me do it, made my chest ache for a different reason.
I missed the feeling of his cock in my mouth.
“I’ve thought about it,” he said. “We need to stop and have a real discussion.”
He slowed down the car and idled under the shadow of a grove of trees. Distantly, I knew that we couldn’t be that far out of the city, but I didn’t recognize the park. It looked deserted.
He turned toward me in the darkness. “My name is Damian.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “Nice to meet you, Damian. My name is Iris.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Iris.” He paused, like he was trying to think of the right thing to say next. “Iris, I don’t want to… force you.”
He said force like he meant something else.
I raised my eyebrows. There were so many words I wanted to use, so much I could say to that. There was so much that a thousand begging words swirled in my mind like they rode the wet summer breeze, but I couldn’t catch any of them.
“I was on my way to a party. It’s a kink party, thrown by some friends of mine. I’d be pleased if you came with me.”
I said the only thing I had wanted to say tonight. “Yes. I want to.”
“Good. You will come as my guest, and we’ll play and see how things go from there.” Again, he paused, like he was debating the wording of his next sentence. “I tend to play… a little rough. We’ll use the stoplight system for safewords. Do you know what that is?”
I nodded.
“Good girl. If you say red, I give you my word that everything stops. Okay?”
And then I said the words that surprised me as they fell from my lips, despite how terrible right they felt. “Yes, Sir.”
I watched his eyes close for a moment, and a devious smile, full of dark promise, spread across his face. Even in the shadows of the park, it made things low in my body tighten.
He looked at me, like he saw right through me, into my glistening, needy insides. “I have a bag of toys in the trunk. Would you like to wear my collar tonight?”
I felt my pupils dilate and my nipples harden. I nodded.
“Say it.” His voice was hard again.
I bit my lip and smiled at him. “Yes, Sir. Please let me wear your collar tonight.”
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