She then does a double take as I use my key fob to unlock it. She is well aware of what car I usually drive.
“Leader stole mine, and she has yet to return it,” I say by way of explanation.
Elizabeth nods in understanding, which is all she can do to be fair. I’m still not sure whether I want to go up against Leader straight away after what’s just happened, but I have a feeling I won’t have much choice. My boss can be just as persuasive as I am, if not more so. If I’m not careful, she’ll have me wrapped around her little finger in no time, and I don’t want to be that guy. That’s why I need to get the parameters of our relationship straight right from the start.
When Elizabeth’s closed her door, I start the engine and flip the dial so the radio is purring quietly in the background. I like working to music. Now by Paramore is playing, which is kind of appropriate, I guess. Paramore is French for lover, generally a secret one that you’re not married to. It comes from the phrase ‘Par Amore’ which roughly translated as ‘with passion or desire.’ I suspect there’ll be some of that going around this evening, if boss lady can learn to obey orders. The jury’s still out on that one.
At first, I simply enjoy the peace and quiet. There have been too many wailing and moaning women in my life. It’s probably why I feel it necessary to gag most of my conquests as soon as possible. It also prevents them from arguing. When I’m in charge, you do as you’re told or suffer the consequences. It’s generally easier to do as you’re told.
When I finally pull out on to the motorway, I decide I’d better give my date some attention. She’s been behaving fairly well, all things considered, but if I don’t play with her soon, she’s going to get lemon. In the last five minutes she’s started to shift about a lot, which means she’s either getting restless or bored, and we can’t have that.
“Hitch your skirt up around your waist, Elizabeth.” I run my hand slowly over her thigh, so I can feel the tips of those stockings she told me about earlier. I have to say, I can’t wait to see her naked. Sexy lingerie has its charms, but I’m in a naked kind of mood tonight.
I feel her head turn towards me, but I don’t return her stare. I don’t want to see the look of protest in her eyes. I just want her to obey. I always find the first couple of weeks of a new relationship difficult. I’m used to making girls do everything I say within the first few hours of knowing them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not proud of that fact, and it’s a part of my life I’m more than happy to leave behind, but my patience is lacking. I can’t get beyond my desire for kink, and it’s no secret that I’m a sadist, but most women don’t go for that. When they see what I can dish out they generally run screaming in the other direction. Perhaps it’s for the best. The trouble is, this means long-term relationships are nearly impossible for me, yet I find myself craving one. Lois would have made the perfect partner. She proved on numerous occasions that she was more than a match for me and she liked pain. This is why I’m so pissed at James for stealing her from underneath my nose. I think I deserved a fair shot at that one.
Elizabeth’s hands tentatively reach for her skirt. I don’t know how long she’s actually taken to obey me because I’ve been lost in la-la land, but at least she’s doing what she’s told. She’s taking her time about it, but that’s actually a good thing because I like the show. As more and more of her charcoal colored stockings come into view, I find myself salivating. I love looking at the creamy thighs that rest above them.
“Yes,” I hiss, looking at her legs from the corner of my eyes, “just like that. Unveil them nice and slowly, poppet. Show me what I’ve got to look forward to after I get you home.”
She spews off some garbled nonsense again, but I can’t decipher a word of it. When I want her to speak, I’ll let her know. Until then, I’ll ignore it, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll turn the radio up.
When her skirt is finally where I want it, I reach my hand across to fondle her cunt. It had better be wet. Thankfully, it is. Actually, wet doesn’t even begin to describe it. The woman is utterly soaked. Perfect.
“Ahh, Elizabeth,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good. I don’t think I’m going to be able to wait until we get back to mine.” In actual fact, I never had any intention of waiting to taste that pretty little cunt, but she doesn’t need to know that. “Spread those legs, poppet,” I say, nudging my hand across the inside of her thigh in encouragement. “Let me play with you for a minute.”
This time she obeys me immediately. The woman is hot for what I’m offering, that’s for certain. What she doesn’t know is that she’s going to have to work for her orgasm. There are no freebies around these parts. If I’m getting my hands dirty, she’s going to be knee deep in it.
The first thing I do, when I have better access, is tuck the front fold of her bodysuit back up inside it. It will annoy me if I leave it dangling loose. She squawks a little at this because now her cunt is on display to all and sundry. In reality, the only people who can see it have to be high up, like lorry drivers, but I suspect this won’t appease her much. Batting her hands away when she tries to stop me, I shake my head and utter a low growl. When we get back to mine, she won’t be able to do that because I’ll make sure they’re tied up. For now, if she gives me too much trouble, she’ll get a little slap. It’s usually enough to put women in their place, but I have a feeling Elizabeth will prove difficult. We’ll see.
To soothe the sting of this rebuttal, my fingers are quick to flutter over her clit with gentle little caresses and flicks, but they do little more than torment. After five minutes or so of this treatment, she settles down into her seat, though her attention still flits regularly to the road, to make sure no one is watching us. Eventually someone will, and then she’s going to go nuts, but that’s half the fun of this game. She can’t go anywhere because she’s strapped into a metal container going seventy miles an hour with my hand pinning her down. That’s when things will get interesting.
We coast for several miles with me just fondling her clit. When she reaches over to get her hands on my junk, I slap them away. She has to earn that privilege and it takes some work. We’re nowhere even close to that, yet. When I refuse her advances, she makes a little grumbling noise in her throat, but takes it pretty well, all things considered. There may be hope for the woman, after all.
When I judge that Elizabeth is around three-quarters of the way on the road to orgasm, that’s when it happens. A trucker is overtaking us in the fast lane (the bastard’s truck is going faster than my car which just goes to show what a shitshow of a motor the insurance company has given me) and he’s just discovered that a naughty game is afloat. Leering down upon the exposed pussy beneath him, Elizabeth gets the shock of her life when she looks up. Immediately closing her legs, she tries to scream, but I stop that in its tracks by giving her thigh a short, sharp slap.
“Stop it. Your focus should be on me,” I say sharply. “I don’t care what anyone else is doing and if you try to cover yourself up or close those legs, you will earn yourself a punishment.” I know she won’t heed my warning, but I say it anyway. Sure enough, the legs snap themselves together and she makes these funny squeaks through the panties that are still wedged in her mouth. Her hands then frantically reach for her bodysuit, but I give them a little rap in annoyance. The trucker then moves forward as the line of traffic passes us, and somehow she manages to calm herself down.
“You’ll regret that little spate of disobedience, poppet,” I say. My fingertip is now smearing pussy juice around her lips, before I lick what’s left clean. Sucking my fingers inside my mouth, I then make a small sigh of contentment.
“God, you taste good,” I whisper. My hands don’t make their way back to her cunt, though. That’s part of her punishment, so I tell her so.
“I’m not going to play with that pretty little pussy again until we’re back at my place, which means I’m going to get to come before you. This is your fault. If you’d done as you were told, you’d be coming with me in ten
minutes’ time. You have to follow the rules if you want to earn a reward.
By this time, Elizabeth isn’t looking at me. Her arms are visibly shaking with anger and it doesn’t take a genius to realise she’s furious. Excellent. If she’s mad now, by the time I get her home she’s going to want to murder me. This is going to be fun.
I’m halfway back to my apartment when I pull off the main carriageway and onto a B road. I’m heading towards a little lay-by I know very well. It’s secluded from the front of the road by a little copse of trees, which makes it somewhat private, but I’m not the only one who knows about it. It’s a regular haunt for horny teenagers and anyone else who wants to bump uglies from the comfort of their own car. We, on the other hand, are going to take it one step further. We’re actually going to get out of the car. Go us.
Walking around to the other side of the car, I open the door for Elizabeth. “Get out.”
Elizabeth spits the panties out of her mouth in fury and finally rounds on me. To be honest, I’d thought she’d have done that half an hour ago, so I’m surprised she’s managed to go this long without blasting me.
“You can go fuck yourself,” she hisses at me. See? I knew this was going to go off with a bang.
“Excellent,” I say in a bored fashion. “You can find another patsy to take on Leader, then, because I am not going to be your fall guy. Oh, and you still need to get out of my car. I’m not driving you back to mine now.” I wait for her to comply with my wishes while I casually stroll through my phone’s address book. In the end, I give up because I can never find anyone that way. “Call Tegen,” I say instead, and there’s a series of bleeps as my phone obeys. If only women were like technology. Technology does everything you ask it to without question. There is no waiting, no mess, and no arguing. Actually, scrap that. It wouldn’t be half as much fun.
“Wait.” Sharkey’s voice is very small as she whispers that one word, but it’s enough for me to stop the speed dial making its outward call.
“I’m listening.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Elizabeth has just realised that I’m about to dump her by the side of the road in a dark layby where all kinds of unsavory characters could come across her before she gets rescued. I’m not actually going to do that, but she doesn’t know that. The threat is enough. Do I feel bad about coercing her into sex? No, not particularly. She’s been toying with me for weeks, and it works both ways. When she’s in control, she’s happy to box me into a corner, but she doesn’t like it when it happens to her.
“I’m going to bend you over and fuck you against the trunk of the car.” Not waiting for any further arguments, I grab her arm and pull her towards me, so she’s flush with the front of my body. I’m pretty sure she can feel my erection from here, but if she can’t, she’s getting up close and personal with it very soon.
Elizabeth sucks in a breath, and her tongue nervously flitters over her bottom lip as she’s just realised she’s been thrown in at the deep end and there’s no rubber ring in sight.
“What if I don’t like it?” she whimpers.
I find this hilarious, so I laugh. “Oh, sweetheart,” I say, shaking my head. “That isn’t going to be an option. I don’t fuck women until they beg me to fuck them, and trust me, you aren’t going to be the exception to that rule.”
Elizabeth folds her arms across her chest. “And if I don’t?” She’s determined to find an ‘out.’
“Then I’ll drive you home. No hard feelings. You still have to go through the motions, though, so hitch that skirt up and bend over the truck.” I then push her away from me and slap her ass as hard as I can to get her moving.
With a squeal, she runs off behind me. She’s not aiming for the back of my car, though. Oh, no. She’s dashing off into the sunset behind me.
Adie
Elizabeth doesn’t make things easy for me. Her first thought is to run off into the woods, but she isn’t going to get far in those heels. I should mention I have an affinity for women in heels. They are virtually helpless in them, and what’s not to love about that? I catch up with the foolish girl in a heartbeat, grabbing her from behind and sweeping her up into my arms. Latching my mouth on to hers, we kiss furiously for the better part of five minutes. Meanwhile, my fingers reach for her hungry little clit while my thumb slides softly into her cunt, before pumping back and forth gently. I don’t stop until I decide she is a little more pliable in my arms and much less likely to bolt at any given moment. When I’ve got her roughly where I want her, I throw her up over my shoulder so I can carry her back to the car. While I’m there, I hike her skirt up over her ass for her. I’m a thoughtful kinda guy. What can I say?
“Is losing control really that bad?” I ask, as I make my way back. Thankfully, there is no kicking or screaming going on, so it looks like I have thoroughly tamed my little tigress for the time being.
“You have no idea,” she says acidly, from somewhere around the area of my stomach. “I’m scared witless.” Now that makes me grin. At least she’s honest.
“There’s nothing to be scared about,” I say, rolling her ass cheeks in my hands as the car finally comes back into view. They are far too pale for my liking. If we’re going to embark on any kind of meaningful relationship, then they need to be bright red at all times.
“Easy for you to say,” comes the acerbic reply. “You’re not the one currently hanging upside down.” Hmm. Maybe she has a point.
“You need to give it a chance. You might even like it,” I say, as my fingers slips inside her once more. She is drenched, so I already know she likes it. The battle is all inside her head.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she whispers. I can’t help the wolfish grin that follows that sentence. This evening is looking more and more promising.
Setting her down against the back of my car gently, I turn her around and place her hands where I want them.
“Don’t think,” I purr into her ear. “Just feel.” Pulling her ass cheeks out towards me, so she’s perpendicular to the car, I give one a gentle slap. “Feel,” I reiterate. “Do you like that or hate it?”
“I think it’s a bit of both,” she admits. Her words elicit a smile from me. Spanking her a further ten times, I make each slap gradually harder than the last before she bleats out, “Stop!” This is another lesson that needs to be learned early on in the relationship. I’m in charge. That means I stop when I want to.
“Stop is no longer in your vocabulary, Elizabeth. If you use it, the whole scene stops. That means no sex. It means you go home. It also means there’s a good chance we’ll never hook up again. I’m a dominant and a sadist. I like to watch you take pain for me. I’ll judge how much you can take and dish it out accordingly. If you want to warn me of your pain threshold, you can use ‘green’ for go, ‘amber’ for when you’re nearing your limit, and red for when you don’t think you can take any more. If you need to end a scene immediately, however, use the word ‘Chrysanthemum.’ Think you can remember that?” She nods. I then give her another ten hard swats with the flat of my hand, alternating between cheek to cheek, to demonstrate I mean business. By this time, she is almost sobbing, but it’s not all about pain. I know her cunt will be dripping wet when I place my tongue upon it.
Admiring her newly pinkened ass cheeks, I give them a final squeeze before I spread them wide. I can smell her arousal from here. It’s a thick, heady, musky scent, and it brings out something primeval in me. Bending down to attack her with my tongue, I spread her even wider, licking her sex from top to bottom, over and over again. Elizabeth is already throbbing with need, but I’m not going to be satisfied until she’s thrashing around everywhere. I have standards to uphold, you understand.
“What happens if someone pulls up while we’re here,” Elizabeth squeaks, and I can feel her legs shaking against mine. She is so close now. I need to be careful. If I don’t want to let her come, I’ll need to back away a little.
“They get to watch, poppet. I like it wh
en people watch. If you decide you want to take things further between us, you live to please me. It’s not a difficult concept, but some women have trouble with it. If you’re one of those women, you won’t call me after tonight.” There. I’ve laid the gauntlet down and she knows the score. Will she call me after we’re finished here? Do I even want her to? I’m not sure. Maybe things will become clearer as the evening wears on.
“That turns you on?” she whimpers as I continue to knead her ass painfully.
“It does,” I confirm, “and you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about anyone but me.” I say this to piss her off. I’ve already confirmed that the boss lady doesn’t like to be told what to do, and she’s going to like my manhandling of her a whole lot less. Surprisingly enough, though, she takes all that I give her and doesn’t protest.
I’m doing pain and pleasure in little bursts with her, now. A squeeze and a nip here, a slight caress and nudge with my fingertips there. If Elizabeth’s not careful, there’ll be a little puddle of arousal on the back bumper of my car. Working her up slowly, I use both hands to torment her senseless. Thankfully, she doesn’t prove the exception to the rule. She’s begging me to fuck her inside of five minutes, but I think I want to drag this one out.
“Please, Adrien. Oh God, I can’t take any more of this. I’ll do anything you tell me to, just please fuck me already,” she whimpers. The good news is that I’m going to do exactly what she wants. The bad news is – she won’t like it.
“Are you going to take it like a good girl for me? Are you going to keep those hands on the car, no matter how hard I push?” Pressing my burning erection up against her backside, I let her know what those pink round globes are doing to me.
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers. “Please, Adie, please.” Adie now, is it? That’s a first. She’s always very careful to call me Adrien, usually. Since we’ve started working together, she has tried her best to remain professional at all times. Unfortunately, no one can resist me forever.
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