I put the car in gear, ease onto the road, then step on the accelerator.
"Take off your panties," I growl, as the car leaps forward.
When she doesn’t comply, I lower my voice to a hush. "Do it, now."
Instantly, she slides her fingers under her skirt, lifts up her hips and shimmies her panties down her thighs. Her cross-body bag gets in the way. I pull it off her and from under the seatbelt, then let it drop to the floor. By the time she shoves her panties down her legs and slides them off, the anticipation in my belly has turned into a tsunami of lust. I squeeze my fingers around the steering wheel until the skin across my knuckles stretches white.
"Touch yourself," I bite out.
"Wh-what?"
"Do it," I bark.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the movement of her forearms, and hear the sucking noise of her wet flesh give as she begins to move her fingers in and out of her pussy.
"Faster," I command.
The squelching sound is loud in the car as she obeys me. She throws her head back. "Oh, god."
"Oh, Q. God has nothing to do with how I’m going to make you come.
"Oh, Q," she moans. "Oh… Q…" Her tone grows frantic. "Oh, Q. Q. Q."
Ahead of me, traffic slows down. The taillights of the cars in front glow red as they step on the brakes. No fucking way am I going to get caught in traffic when she’s so close to the edge. I swerve the steering wheel to the right. Car horns blare, brakes screech as I make a steep U turn, over the divider and into the oncoming traffic lane.
"You’re crazy," she cries.
"No, I’m horny." I step on the accelerator, and the car leaps forward. "Did I give you permission to stop touching yourself?"
"N-no," she gasps.
"I’m going to have to spank your butt the next time you do so without my permission."
"It… It’s not fair that you can ask me to do what you want, and punish me when I disobey, and I?—"
"You enjoy every command. In fact, it turns you on to obey me, and positively makes you drip not to, because you know I’ll discipline you, and you’ll love it."
"Oh, my god!" She bangs the back of her head into the seat. "I shouldn’t find that hot. Why do I find that so hot?"
"Because you're a good girl who knows I love to see you like this. Isn't that right, Raven? You want to please me, don’t you?”
She lowers her gaze, and her eyelashes flutter. “Yes.” She clears her throat. “Yes, I do want to please you.”
"Don’t stop playing with your cunt,” I growl.
She shakes her head. "I should be upset with you for talking to me like that."
"I’ll be a lot more upset if you don’t obey me and shove all four of your fingers into your pussy."
By the way her upper arm moves, I can tell she’s obeying me. A whimper spills from her mouth, "It’s… too much."
"Not as much as how my cock is going to feel when I sink into your warm, wet cunt."
"Q." She writhes. "Please. Q."
A-n-d, that’s it. The need in her voice pushes out all other thoughts in my head. I turn into the parking lot of a supermarket, drive to the farthest spot, as far away from the other cars as I can, then slam on the brakes.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and hit the lever so the seat reclines back to an almost horizontal position—I knew I drove my Cadillac for a reason.