Passenger Seat

He drove me home after a late dinner and pulled up in front of my apartment. He parked in front of a driveway because he wasn't going to come in. I had to get to sleep for an early day at work the next day. He kissed me goodnight, but I lingered. I didn't want to get out of the car and go to bed all by myself. I was still recovering from my punishment earlier in the week and was feeling a bit clingy. I knew he felt it too because he continued to hold me tight to his chest and whisper that he didn't want to let me go.

We kissed goodnight again and again, our kisses becoming longer and deeper. I nibbled on his bottom lip and he moaned softly in response. I realized that I had woken the beast. He reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. He slid his hand into my panties and sighed dramatically when he discovered how wet his kisses had made me. He pulled my jeans down my hips just a few inches and put his hand back into my panties. I looked straight ahead and tried to relax into the feeling of his fingers on my pussy.

He pulled his hand out of my panties and put his fingers up to my face. I opened my mouth to suck on his fingers like he trained me to do, but instead he smeared my wetness all over my lips and cheeks. He stared deep into my eyes and wound his right hand into my hair.

"Do you want to get fucked right now?," he asked quietly. (He always asks what I want because he loves to hear how hungry I am for him. But whether he gives me what I want is a whole other story.) I nodded, wondering if he was going to take me inside or make me fuck him in the back seat of the car.

"Hmm...," he murmured and I could see the wheels turning. He was considering what to do with me. He slowly pushed my head down onto his lap, where I kissed the crotch of his jeans. I could feel his cock hard underneath the fabric. I let him push my head up and down, foolishly thinking that if I showed him how willing I was to mime the act that he wouldn't make me suck his cock right then and there.

He pulled my head up and stared at me again. I looked up at him, hopeful that he would tell me that I was a good girl and send me inside. Instead, he pushed me back against the passenger seat and roughly groped my breasts. With his right hand still holding my hair, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. He angled my head down toward it.

"Be a good girl now," he cooed as I pulled against him. I didn't want to resist him. I couldn't say no without displeasing him, but at that moment I didn't want do this with him in the car. He had already pushed me so far that week. I didn't think I could take any more.

"Kitten. Now," he said sternly. I looked around at the empty street and acquiesced. Maybe he would just make me put my mouth on it briefly. Surely, he wouldn't make me suck his cock until he came. Not in the front seat of the car. Right?

I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I strained my neck to the street to see if anyone would see me. My head was below the driver's side window, but someone walking by on the sidewalk would see me leaning over with my pants partway down. I was especially afraid of being approached by a police officer since we were illegally parked. If an officer walked up to the car, there is no doubt that I would be exposed.

As I sucked him, he pushed down on my head. "Don't look up, just look at my cock. I see you looking out. Stop that. I'll keep an eye out," he said in a voice that I didn't find reassuring. He's a boundary-pusher and I wasn't sure that he'd be as cautious as I wanted him to be.

He pushed his hips up so I could take him deeper in my mouth, but that just brought my head up to where I would be even more visible. I whimpered in fear and he just pushed my head down again. He was getting closer to coming, but I could tell that he was holding back, prolonging my discomfort. I just wanted to stop and I whined briefly about how I was uncomfortable. He ignored my plaintive noises and held my face in position, moving my head up and down his cock. He was close now. I could tell by his breathing and the way he was moaning my name. I was worried that the noise he was making would attract attention and I continued to attempt to scan the street for observers. At the last moment, he pushed my head down hard. "Take every drop of my cum. Don't miss one drop," he exclaimed as he came down my throat.

I sat up quickly, brushing the saliva from my cheek. I was shaking as I pulled up my pants and buttoned them. He pulled me against his shoulder and smoothed down my hair. "You are such a good girl. You did such a good job for me," he sighed. He was proud of me. Why didn't I feel better about that? This had been a fantasy of mine - it was supposed to be fun. But I was too worried. I had been braver in my own mind than I was in real life.

I went into the apartment alone and sat in the dark. It was late but I wasn't tired anymore. I finally fell into a fitful sleep on the couch and dreamt about Him. He had me on a leash and was leading me though a series of rooms, each room darker than the one before. The rooms were endless. He pulled me through the inky darkness. I followed him, afraid of where he was taking me. I couldn't see anything up ahead.