“I want to see you with more than meager moonlight. And damn, this light is still not enough.” He reached for the dome light in the ceiling and flicked on a map light and instantly soft light flooded the interior. “Oh, yes. Yes. God you are lovely.”
He hefted my breasts again; holding them together against each other while he ruthlessly thumbed my nipples. I was so hot and so needy I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything but accept the pleasure his hands were giving me as they left my breasts and he began to caress me everywhere.
His eyes traveled down my body, following his hands until they lingered at the juncture of my thighs. He touched my nether curls lightly, tugged on them gently, and blew soft breaths to cool me. He knew how hot I was, heat was rolling off me in waves, and every single second my body was sending more dew from me, drenching me and coating my thighs. He put his hands on my inner thighs, just above my knees, pushed my legs open and whispered, “I want to see you, let me see you, Viv, let me touch you and put my fingers inside you.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling me what he wanted and he expected me to give it to him. Even though it sounded like I had a choice, I knew that I did not.
I now knew what it meant to be submissive. And what dominance meant. I desperately needed him to demand things of me, naughty things. And he, he needed me to do his bidding. He needed me to submit to his will, to bend to his pleasure. Intrinsically I knew this. I also knew that I would feed his power if I did as he asked. And if I did as he asked, he would see to it that I was rewarded. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. I just hadn’t planned on all this happening tonight.
He didn’t wait for an answer; he pushed my legs up and out until my legs formed a vee at the base of the console in front of him. Then he widened me even further by moving my right foot out to the edge of the seat and tucking the other one up against the seatback, out of the way. There was silence for the space of a minute as I watched his eyes while he thoroughly examined my completely exposed genitalia. Despite my shame, I could feel my labial lips blossoming and opening to his penetrating gaze, showing him what I knew to be my plumping inner lips, now slick with dewy essence.
“So wet,” he murmured as he stroked his thumb along the outer ridge of my inner lips, dipping lightly into my slit to spread the dampness even more. I could actually feel my most intimate lips, those to the inner sanctum, parting and showing him the opening to my very secret place.
“Ahh,” he breathed, “here it is, your sweet rosy vagina. Look how slick it is. And how welcoming,” he said as his thumb slid along my silky lips until it lodged and was sucked in. He pushed it in to the knuckle and rubbed it against my vaginal wall in tiny circles. I was about ready to go out of my mind. And I shocked myself by spreading my thighs even wider for him.
He chuckled and I looked at his face, at his feasting eyes, and at his slack jaw. He was so focused on the area between my spread thighs that I moaned and felt even more moisture flooding me, in waves. He saw it too, and he groaned. “You are getting so wet for me. Your cunt is sopping wet.”
I loved his words, base as they were. This was a primitive thing we were doing and I realized that it called for crass and explicit language. I had never understood that before. The words fuck me became emblazoned on my mind, and I wanted to scream them. That was certainly a first for me.
His thumb caressed my slit up and down then I felt both thumbs spreading my lips and alternately diddling the top of my slit, flicking my clit with each revolution. I moaned and arched up to meet them on each pass and heard him sigh. “Your clit is getting huge, growing, and coming out of its hood. It’s winking with your pearly dew, like a plump, juicy, red raspberry. I want to feel it against my lips.”
I was about to come, I needed only one or two more flicks from the pads of his thumbs and I’d go off, and I knew that he knew it. I could hardly believe it when he stopped— he knew how close I was! Instead, he slid his middle finger inside me.
“Oh, so tight, so hot, so fucking wet!” he gasped. I could feel he was tense and on edge as if holding back a tidal wave himself. Another finger joined the first and together they entered and retreated and I heard how wet I was. I was sloshing, creating sucking sounds with each thrust. His groans accompanied mine then he leaned in and suckled my nipple while scissoring his fingers inside me. “I want you to come,” he whispered, “but not until my tongue makes its way down your body to the top of your slit and licks your clit. When I suck your clitty into my mouth, then you may come, and not one second sooner. Do you hear me?” He looked up into my eyes and I shamelessly nodded.
“Yes,” I said. I know that I have gone over to the other side. Right now, for this moment in time, I am his. Totally.
“Yes, Master,” he corrected.
“Yes Master,” I agreed.
I felt his fingers caressing along my slit coming daringly close to touching my swollen nub and I fought not to come even though I wanted to so badly that it was killing me.
“No, not yet,” he admonished as his tongue glided into my navel and tongued it. I felt his lips kissing ever so slowly, going lower and lower, I arched higher and higher trying to reach his mouth, and that warm, silky tongue that was darting out and licking me everywhere. Finally, it reached the top of my slit and he teased me with a series of soft feathery flicks alternating between hot breaths, eager lapping, and soft, fluttering tongue-lashings. I was dying here and not caring a whit if he was going to be disappointed with me or not for being so needy and impatient, when his lips closed over my clit and he sucked. I bucked against his mouth and shattered completely, my engorged nub now ruling my universe and taking me on a kaleidoscope journey as sensation after sensation throbbed through me and my body uncoiled and exploded, uncoiled and exploded over and over again. I have never felt anything like it and I was so greedy to experience it all that I no longer cared who might be watching or listening. I screamed, giving off a high-pitched screech that built and built and then slowly died as it leaked out between my pursed, dry lips.
He stopped sucking and laved me tenderly with his tongue. I imagine that a man like this knows exactly how ultra sensitive and vulnerable a woman is at this moment. I only know I am finished and eager to close my legs now and save some dignity. I tried to put my thighs together, and he pushed them back. “No, don’t. I’m not finished with you yet.”
His words affected me so differently than they had a few moments ago. They sounded vulgar now, not erotic, but still commanding. “Please,” I whimpered.
“In a moment,” he murmured and he ducked his head while he lifted my ass up off the seat. I felt his thumb circle just inside the opening to my vagina and he spread the moisture he found there down, down, down, until he was going back up again and his thumb rimmed my anus. “No!”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “Just let me have a little peak.” I really had no choice as he was gripping me by the back of my thighs with his arm wrapped under them while lifting me and keeping me spread. I was like a child in the middle of a diaper change and I was mortified because I knew he was looking at my womanhood and at my anus at the same time. Shame flooded me as his thumb prodded and he halfheartedly tried to press it in. The rim was tight, but he slowly forced his way in. With just the tiniest bit of the tip inside me, he flexed his thumb. Then I felt his lips on my clitoris and his teeth graze it ever so lightly. I moaned because even though I was humiliated beyond belief, it felt wickedly good. And wonder of wonders, I came again. This time screeching over and over again as I felt my anal rim contract around his thumb. The next thing I knew I was staring up through the moon roof and he was using his teeth to nip my butt cheeks. I sighed and went limp and then he removed his thumb and lowered my legs. When I tried to bring my legs together, I was surprised that he allowed me to close them.
But he didn’t allow me to get my clothes. “Is this the submissive part you were referring to that day? Am I always to be totally naked, while you’re fully dressed?”
“It’s a good start,”
he said with a devil-may-care smile as his eyes roved all over my body. “When did you get that bra, or better yet why? It looks like Victoria Secret, maybe a 2006 model?”
“Yeah, I guess it was just about that time that I decided I was starting to droop a bit. I wanted the support but not the confinement of a traditional bra. I wanted Dale to see some nipple action when we went places and I wore T-shirts. He liked that, he was a real fan of wet T-shirt contests.”
“I imagine you could shock a legion of men if you soaked your T-shirt down and entered one. Ever do that?”
“Not intentionally, but once at the Oyster Festival we got caught in a downpour.”
“Mmmm, the looks you must have received.”
“Yeah, it was kinda nice. It’s nice to be desired in that way, even if it’s leering looks from total strangers. It doesn’t happen as often anymore and I miss it. But you, you make me feel so wicked, and soooo desired.”
“You are wicked,” he said with a leering grin, “and very much desired. Don’t ever doubt that.”
His hand played with the curls at my juncture. “Would you mind shaving this for me?”
I looked at his face and my eyes met his. He scared me sometimes. I thought it might be because he knew exactly what he wanted and I was afraid I might not be what he wanted for very long if I didn’t want the same thing. “I don’t know how, I never have . . .”
“I’ll do it for you. I know exactly how I want it.” I shivered at the thought of him kneeling between my legs, shaving me, denuding me there.
“Philip?”
“Mmm . . .” he said as he took my foot and brought it to his lap to massage it.
“When can I put my clothes back on?”
“When I’m finished looking at you. You’re a beautiful woman and I like looking at beautiful women, and I especially like looking at beautiful women when they’re naked.”
“Why didn’t you, uhhh . . .”
“Why didn’t I fuck you?”
“Uh. Yeah, okay, why didn’t you?”
“I might be saving myself for our wedding night.” He said it seriously, but his cocky grin belied that.
I couldn’t believe that a man like Philip would wait for anything he really wanted. And for the first time that night I doubted myself. But I covered it well; I laughed out loud, “Well that’s a switch!”
He gave me a sideways smile and agreed by nodding. “Yeah, I suppose it is. But wouldn’t it be nice to have something to look forward to?”
“You can do it, right?” I asked shyly.
“Yes, I can do it,” he said flatly. “I have no problems in that arena.” He unzipped his fly and brought out his penis. It was thick and tall, standing straight up and pulsing. The head was wet, the crown purple and large blue veins on the shaft were standing out, crisscrossing each other. I saw that his hand where he’d touched it was wet.
“I can do it once on my own and often twice, but I do take the little yellow pills from time to time to make it even harder or to make it last longer. And I have been known to use a cock ring every now and then. Generally, I have an amazing amount of control, but I must admit that you do something to me in that department. I almost came several times, and right at the end when you came, I just about lost it. You are stunning, with a fabulous set of tits and a very pretty and responsive cunt. We’re going to get on famously.”
Cock ring? What the hell was that? And if I was doing something to his control, why hadn’t he taken me? Clearly I would not have resisted.
His hands were busy with my feet, the rough, calloused pads of an avid golfer making them feel so wonderful that I hardly noticed he was splaying my legs and angling his head to look between them until I caught him staring blatantly, his eyes glazed with lust.
“I’m sorry, I just love looking at you, I can’t seem to get enough of looking at you . . . of touching you,” he leaned close and pulled me toward him for a deep, thorough kiss. Then he settled me into his lap, his penis against his belly, tucked into my side. He wrapped his arms around me, “Which is a good thing as I’m going to be marring you soon, remember?”
Not until I make sure this is your idea and not one of my mother’s, I said to myself. Not that she would have dreamed of conjuring up such a man if she thought I would allow such liberties, and so soon. “Let’s go slow; I’m not sure of a lot of things right now. You have a way of overpowering a girl.”
“That’s a good thing right?” he asked as he kissed me with slow, drugging kisses.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, squirming on his lap.
“I guess we should head back, I have an early tee time tomorrow.”
“I need my clothes from the back.”
“No, I think not. Let’s just leave them back there for now.”
“Are you nuts? I’m naked!”
“Believe me, I am well aware of that.”
“We can’t ride through Shallotte, Ocean Isle, and Sunset with me sitting here naked like this.”
“Why not? No one can see you. Well, maybe if someone was directly in front of us. But I promise I won’t follow anyone too closely. Besides, it’s late, no one’s even going to be on the road.”
“What if we get pulled over?”
“I don’t think it’s illegal for you to be naked in my truck. This is private property and you’re behind dark tinted glass, no one can see you.”
“That’s not the point. The cop pulling us over would be able to.”
He gave me a big grin. “You might be able to talk him out of giving me a ticket.”
“You would want another man to see me like this?”
He looked at me and nodded. “Come to think of it, I would. You’re very lovely. I would be proud to show you off.”
My eyes went wide and I shook my head back and forth. What had I gotten myself into?
“Philip, please get my clothes. I am not going to be on display for another man. One is unnerving enough.”
“I’ll get them from the back and put them where you can get to them if you need them. But humor me, and stay naked while I drive you home. It’ll be erotic for both of us, and as you’re about as saucy as a woman can get, I know you’ll enjoy it.”
“And what do I do when I get home? I am not walking into my house like this!”
“Let’s negotiate. How about going halfway? After the light at Ocean Isle you can put your clothes back on.”
I gave a great sigh. “Fine. God, you are so exasperating!”
“And you are so delicious, and so lovely to look at.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I mumbled.
“Apparently so, it’s gotten me you, naked in my truck for almost two hours.”
“So you’re saying that I’m not lovely, that you’ve just been flattering me just so you could see me naked?”
“No, darling, you are lovely and you know it. Your body is hardly flawed and your tits are truly amazing.” He deposited me back into my seat and then walked around to the back of the truck and got my clothes. Then he placed them in the middle of the back seat. “There, you can reach them if need be. Now buckle up.” I noticed when he got back in the truck he was zipped up. It kind of dismayed me. Why didn’t he take me? Surely, he knew he could have?
Facing forward with the seat belt on I felt ridiculous. One breast jiggled on each side of the wide belt and I could see him taking sideways glances to check out the action as he backed onto the road. “Nice,” he said, “They bounce so enticingly.”
I had to admit, even though I was sure I looked ridiculous, I was getting incredibly turned on. This man seemed to know what was off limits, what was deep and darkly hidden inside me, and he played to it. He orchestrated every look, every touch to entice and to titillate me to the point of shame. And it fired me up all the more that I allowed it, no—reveled in it. I was beginning to wonder if I was into humiliation. My cleft was flooded, I could feel my vagina clenching, begging to be crammed full of him. I wanted to see his penis again. I wanted to touch
it, kiss it, taste it. I almost asked him to unzip his trousers and whip it out. Then what? I was pretty sure you could get a ticket if you were distracted by someone playing with your erection while you were driving. Was it the same kind of ticket one got for texting, I wondered— distracted driving?
At the light in front of Lowe’s I grabbed my shirt and put it on as there seemed to be more traffic in this area and there was a sheriff parked by the bank. While we were driving I took my time putting my jeans on though. He’d closed and locked the glove box, trapping my very damp panties inside. My panties had never been a man’s souvenir before, and I found it a warming thought. After I was dressed I actually felt a little odd, bereft in a way. I felt asexual and not at all as free as I had been for the last few hours. Had I actually enjoyed being naked for my “master?” I decided that yes, I had.
At the door he said, “I would like to give you a good night kiss on the lips.”
“A this point I would hardly think you’d have to ask permission for a goodnight kiss.”
“I would like to kiss your nether lips,” he nodded and looked down. “Your shaved nether lips.”
I looked up at him, “Shaved? You’re serious? Tonight?” I was clearly flustered. “You know you already did that tonight?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. And yes. As Jacqueline Suzanne said, ‘Once is not enough.’”
Now that I’d been indoctrinated, I wasn’t about to deny myself that pleasure ever again. “Well we certainly can’t do that here, standing at the door,” I said as I moved aside to let him in.
“Well, technically we could,” he said with a chuckle.
I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the house and then shut the door behind him. “We’re not. If you think you’re going to turn me into an exhibitionist, you are so mistaken. I may be pliable with regard to, well you know . . . ,” I waved my hand between us to indicate the familiarity we shared, “but that is just not going to happen. So, just where are we doing this barbering and most intimate of goodnight kisses?”
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