“Bend over,” he growled. Instinctively, I sprawled my torso over the hood of the fancy car with my ass in the air.
He lifted my skirt and ripped my panties off. He could have just pulled them down, but I doubt my heart would have been racing as hard if he had.
“It’s a little dark for a visual inspection, but spread those legs wider and I’ll give you a tactile one.”
Drawing a ragged breath, I opened my legs a few inches more apart.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and his fingers disappeared into my folds.
I gasped as he entered me, fucking me with one, then two, then three fingers. His middle finger wiggled against my G-spot, torturing me with a pleasure that made me feel completely out of control.
He worked my pussy hard, then pulled out, traced my lips, and let his fingers dance across my clit. Those hands made me whimper and grind my ass back against him, muttering, “Fuuuuuck.”
Then I felt the head of his cock teasing me. He flicked it against the opening to my cunt, but when I tilted my hips back toward him, he smacked my bottom hard. “Hold still, you greedy little bitch.”
A needy whine escaped my lips, and he smacked me again.
“Please, sir,” I begged.
“Finally. She asks for what she wants.” He swatted my other cheek. “What is it you want?”
“I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“After I make this juicy ass nice and red.” He spanked me several more times, and I held tight to the car, trying to hold still. The pain. My mind centered on the pain, and after a few swats it melded with my arousal.
As I started to float away, I felt his cock enter me. The relief of it made me cry out, and he pushed inside me, hard as steel and just as unforgiving.
I adjusted my ass, giving him a better angle, and he thrust inside me again and again. In the back of my mind I recalled another time when I’d bared my ass to a man in a parking lot. The night I’d gone out with Shelby and her friends and I’d met Brett, the guy who had introduced me to BDSM in the very beginning. How very different this was with Quentin. My first encounter had been tentative. I’d been clueless back then, but now in this moment, I was all in. I belonged to my Master completely. He’d molded me into a plaything who was perfect for him, and I reveled in my submission.
Quentin’s cock pulled out slowly, driving me wild with desire, aching to have him inside me again. He pressed into me hard and fast before repeating the movement over and over again—first slow, then fast. My pussy clenched tight around him and I could feel my muscles grabbing frantically at him each time he pulled back, teasing me.
Then I felt something nudge at the opening to my back door. He knew I wasn’t a huge fan of ass play, but he liked to push my buttons. Gritting my teeth, I wriggled my ass against him, and he slowly entered my rear with what I guessed to be his thumb. The added stimulation to my other hole while he continued to plunge into me took me to a new level of ecstasy. He played my body like a musical instrument, and I gave myself over to him completely. I lay against the car, willing him to keep doing what he was doing.
“What do you think people would think if they saw you here, on my car, getting fucked from behind in public like this?”
Oh crap. I’d gotten so lost in the moment I’d forgotten that anyone could walk by and see us. I swallowed hard. “They’d think that I was a dirty whore.”
He slapped my ass before grabbing my hips and picking up the pace. He fucked me deep and hard, his balls slapping against my clit. “That’s right. You’re my dirty girl. You’ll take what I give you. You’ll do whatever I say. Isn’t that right, doll?”
“Yes, sir,” I managed, though it was hard to speak clearly when he was pounding my body so hard. It was the first time he’d ever called me doll, and the combination of that little endearment combined with everything else sent me over the edge.
The night sky exploded in front of me, stars floating everywhere while my body shook with tremors of bliss. I hugged the hood of the car and cried out an unintelligible call of joy. As I rode the waves of my climax, it occurred to me that I forgot to ask Quentin for permission to come. But in the midst of the sexual high I was experiencing at that moment, that didn’t matter. If he wanted to punish me for that, I would take it. At that moment, everything in the world was fine. If I had looked up and seen a crowd of people gathered watching me, that would be fine too.
That made me giggle, and the thought of it made the next wave of my orgasm hit me even harder.
All the while, Quentin continued to rock his cock in and out of my pussy. As I started to come down from my own release, I noticed he was still using my body for his own pleasure, and that turned me on—not only lubricating my cunt for him, but switching on something in my brain. I wanted to be his, and I wanted him to use my body for his own release.
“Please, sir. Use me.”
With a snarl he pumped his hips against me once, then again a final time before he shot his seed toward my womb and stilled. The only sound in the parking lot then was his labored breathing.
“Thank you, sir.”
He withdrew, went around to the side of the car to fetch some napkins, which he handed to me, presumably to help me clean myself up. Then he lifted me up from the car hood and kissed me on the forehead.
“Welcome to Seattle. Want to get something to eat?”
About twenty minutes later we were sitting in a chain restaurant chatting like old friends, which was nice. Doing something “normal” like this was comforting, if kinda weird.
“So what else do you do, besides your work?” I asked.
“Lots of things. I try to stay active. I hike, go to the gym, read. I like sports, soccer in particular. I don’t live my life in Dom mode.” He shook his head. “Do you think I go to restaurants and spank the waitress if she gets my order wrong? Bark at people all day long?”
I conjured up a mental image of this and laughed. “I don’t know. Maybe you tell the waitress ‘good girl’ when she gets it right.”
He scooted around the circular booth to pull me to him. “I only do that with you, though I do like the idea of you kneeling at my feet, and me feeding you your dinner if you are a good girl.”
“You’re terribly kinky, you know that?”
He nodded. “It’s a curse.”
“Maybe, if you find the right partner, it doesn’t have to be. But seriously, I want to get to know the side of you that’s not always being kinky.”
“I am kinky a lot of the time. That’s why I want to interact with you so often during the day. I like to keep it going.”
“So you’re highly oversexed. I get that, but everyone has to deal with real life stuff and some situations don’t have room for sex. Like paying the water bill. Doing the dishes. Taking out the trash. Taxes. Some things are not sexy, and for you to pretend like everything in a relationship needs to be about sex is bullshit. You’re lying to yourself if you think it’s enough.”
He sighed. “You’re right.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, you’re pretty smart, you know that?”
I nodded.
“Maybe I need a smart little subbie like you to keep me in line.”
“Probably.”
“So what do you propose? How are we going to work this out? You’re about to start teaching again… I have a life here.”
“Have you ever heard of this thing… it’s called the internet. It helps people connect.”
“But I thought that wasn’t enough for you. I’m not sure it’s enough for me anymore.”
“What if we meet up on weekends sometimes? See where things go…”
He took a long, deep breath. “Let’s do it.”
“Really?” I couldn’t believe it, and I was filled with happiness.
“I think it’s a good place to start. I know with school, your schedule isn’t as flexible as mine. I can fly down to see you some weekends.”
“You’d do that?” I wasn’t sure how it would turn out, but at least he wanted to give it a shot.
“Of course. You’ve given so much of yourself to me, Sophie. It’s the least I can do.”
I stared into those amazing brown eyes of his. “You, sir, are full of surprises.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” he said, lifting a brow.