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“Yes, I’m still here. I did say I’d fuck your mouth.”
I plucked off the bulldog clamps, fascinated by her moans and flinches, by the red and white on her outthrust breasts.
After a few delicious gasps, her eyes opened wider and I could see that flicker as she searched my face for clues. The tiny smirk of her lips and creasing under her eyes said she liked something. “Yes Sir, you did.”
When I unzipped, she smiled and wriggled her hands. She probably thought I’d free her to do this. Instead, I dragged her lower into the foot well space, stretching out her arms and bringing her mouth down to cock level.
Anyone passing us might catch a hint of movement, but I kneeled up and into position, anchored my fingers in her hair, and brought her mouth and my cock together.
“Open wide. I need to check you out from the inside.”
That first whispering touch of her lips on the head, then the swirl of her tongue across the slit and I was gone. Suppressing a groan, I thrust further in and she began to suck.
“Damn, woman. Your mouth is made for this.”
Though making this last for longer than a few minutes was tempting, she was, technically, abducted and this was almost public. I fucked her mouth quickly – fast, slobbery, wet and deep, until she gagged and lost the ability to breathe. The rhythm built, I slid to the very back and jammed myself there, feeling that exquisite rush as my cum choked her, and her tongue, and all those other moist parts of throat and mouth, created suction around my cock.
I pulled out, cupped the back of her head and leaned in to kiss her like the animal I was. I could taste her and me both.
It was a feral, violent kiss, all mingled and insane – crushed lips, cum, drool, penetrating tongue, and male possession. I dragged her up the seat and slapped her legs apart when she went to close them.
“Keep that pussy where I can see it.”
She whimpered and wriggled her lower torso, playing the part of innocent victim so well my cock twitched, getting ready for round two.
I grunted, smiled malevolently, and draped my arm above her, along the headrest.
Her soft eyes and the way she lay where I’d made her, said submission with a big huge S.
“Coming in your mouth with you my prisoner, where you have no choice but to swallow...fokken incredible. You are...” I sucked in air, considering what I’d been about to say – that she was the best thing in my life, ever, but I couldn’t, not without seeming weak.
For much of the drive, I reminded her of her vulnerability by keeping my hand between her legs. Her squirms and delicate moans were a great accompaniment to driving, though I had to dig up the gag when we drew nearer the city. I pulled her hat down over her eyes and let her recover...apart from clipping her clit hood with the clamp.
Those whimpers made me evil. I let it stay on for the maximum safe time before I pulled over and removed the clamp.
By the time we reached the housing compound, and drove inside Glass’s garage, the seat cover was thoroughly damp.
“Look at that mess,” I murmured while biting her ear, then her neck, then constructing a three-bite track down to her nipple. I admired the red hickeys springing up while she whimpered, and took the opportunity to twist her nipple, hard, in a half circle. “Not done with you yet. That was just the start of punishment.”
With the gag still in, she could only blink at me through those pretty tears.
I exited, went to her door and undid all the ties, then clicked my fingers and pointed at the floor.
Watching her almost pour off the seat and then kneel with her head down, drool dripping from the ball gag, and her palms on the concrete because she needed them there to stop herself from faceplanting... A sweaty, bedraggled woman devastated by too many climaxes.
I grinned. Today would be interesting.
Why hadn’t I given up on being a good man earlier in my career?
*****
Standing in the corner with my nose to the wall in the dining room, with my hands laced together at my back and headphones muffling whatever talking was going on...I had time to think. The men were eating. No doubt they were staring at my ass since Piet... Since Sir had only deigned to let me wear lacy underwear. It was true what I’d said to him. I hadn’t registered why I was gravitating toward the people at the beach. It had simply happened automatically, like my body knew I should be trying to escape even if my brain had lost the plot and neglected to remind me. I sighed and leaned my forehead on the wall.
I was losing it.
So tired. I’d never known orgasms could be a punishment but between my legs throbbed, and not in a good way.
Crazily, from the flurry of montaged images from the drive here, the one that kept coming back was of his face just before he kissed me. He’d seemed exultant? Like I was something special. That had impressed me. How many times had I ever seen that on a lover’s face? Never, ever, ever.
