This time, you’re in charge. You text me a location, a time and tell me what to wear. You’ve requested the black lace lingerie set with purple trim (the one you personally picked, but still haven’t seen in flesh), my mac coat, suspenders and nothing else. I obey.
As I follow your directions my mind starts to wonder, my hands tremble with anticipation, I’m beginning to experience that pulsating sensation between my legs, high up. I find myself involuntarily grinding my hips, the vibrations of the car is pushing me. I’m so very tempted to keep squirming, to let myself go with the motion. ‘No!’ I snap myself back into the moment. I can’t do that. Todays orgasms belongs to you. No one else.
We both park up and I get into your car. You don’t speak, you don’t even look at me, you just start driving. I can see a darkness in your expression, a tense frown. I find it so hot when you’re like this. We travel quietly, both of us silently contemplating what’s to come. I have no idea where you are taking me or what you are going to do to me. This is your session, your plan. You are in control.
We’ve only been in each other presents for a few minutes but I can see your cock growing through your tight pants. I spot you glancing down to my legs, I can’t resist but to expose a little more of me, slowly pulling my coat up, just enough that you can see the bare skin above the top of my suspenders. Your knuckles tighten on the wheel. I can’t tell if you’re getting excited, or angry that I’m teasing. Either way I like it, I’m feeling cheeky, I want to push you. I start to loosen the belt of my coat, starting from the bottom, releasing each button, making my way up. Your frown is getting deeper, jaw clinching. Then I expose my panties, the panties you have been ever so eager to see.
With a sudden explosion of frustration you pull the car over. I was so preoccupied with my undressing I didn’t even realise that we were outside the city, now parked on the edge of a road right beside the ocean. You open your door, slamming it as you exit, making your way to the rear of the car, afraid to turn I sit eyes forward. But I can hear you rustling in the back. Then you appear at my door, opening it with your left hand I can see something fun gripped in your right fist. Threateningly dangling from your grip, your favourite accessory – the rope.
I feel this force emitting from your body, your stance is strong, prepared. I trace my eyes from your fist to your cock, making my way up your torso. The slow, heavy and controlled rise of your chest is nearly intoxicating. Your neck in rigid, only movement is your pulsating vein. Lips tight. Then my eyes flick up to meet yours, it’s the first time since I joined you that our eyes have connect. I can tell you see that glint, that sexy sparkle in my blue eyes, that you so often refer to as my naughtiness. I can see the change in your eyes, from anger to desire. You like me being there, below you, vulnerable.
Reaching down you grab my ankles, with one forceful motion you thrust my legs out of the car, the rest of my body swirling around behind. On your knee you start to bind my legs, theres a certain type of beautiful roughness to the way you weave the rope around each strand, around my legs. Seizing my wrists you repeat the motion, legs and arms linked together. Looking at me you say your first words, “It’s my session, you only do what I say.” Pointing to my restraints, “That’ll stop you from teasing”.
I can’t help but notice how close I am to your crotch, head at the same level, I’m getting this overwhelming yearning to tease, to be a brat. I bite my lip and smirk, lower my eyes to your crotch and flick them back up. I know you can’t resist this cheeky look. Nearly whispering I say “I like this location”. I reach out with both my bond hands, grabbing the buckle of your belt, pulling your body closer to me. With eyes still connected to yours, I cautiously undo your belt, zip, letting you pants drop, releasing your cock into my hands. Breaking eye contact I take in its size, shape, thickness.
No matter how many times I see your dick I still get surprised at how big and juicy it looks. I trace the tip of my tongue from the bottom of your shaft up to the top, adding more pressure as I go. Swirling at the head. I feel your body simulations loosen and stiffen, responding to the warmth and movement of my tongue. You let out a low, pleasurable sigh. I keep licking, glancing back up I see you looking down at me with a fierce intensity, a look so strong I can feel my lace panties dripping wet with my arousal. I want you deep in me. I open my mouth and take you in fully, deeper than I have ever done before. Then I feel both your hands gripping the back of my head, all fingers tightly twisting my hair. You begin to thrust your cock into my mouth, over and over again. I’m gagging, choking. It’s euphoric.
Then a with a deep ferocious groan I taste the burst of you orgasm, filling my mouth. Still grasping my hair you pull my head back, chin between your thumb and finger, opening my mouth, watching your cum as it slides down my throat. A look of furious pleasure now veiling your face. Releasing my head, you place my legs back in the car, closed the passenger door and resumed your place behind the wheel.
Starting the car, and without looking my direction, you said in a stern, calming voice “You’ll regret that”.