“Take your top off,” I said. “Now.”
The sun was just barely starting to touch the horizon. It would be darker in a bit, but this parking lot was still pretty well lit. There were a couple truckers that I was keeping an eye on in my rear-view mirror, and the front door to the adult store was only 30 feet away.
She was hesitant for a moment. Maybe it was shyness. Maybe it was because I was getting the homemade nipple clamps ready. Maybe she was just being a brat.
It was almost certainly because she was a brat.
She was a special case for me. We met a month earlier, and she eagerly took every kinky idea I threw at her. Exhbitionism, degradation, impact play, choking, and so, so, so much pain. Her desire for masochism pulled my inner sadist to the forefront, and now she was about to spend an entire weekend as my fucktoy.
She was trying her hardest to sit still, squirming with a butt plug filling her ass. 24 hours ago I forbid her from cumming. Two hours ago, she put on the clothes I picked out for her and pushed the plug inside of her, bead after bead. One hour ago, we started driving east.