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  “Touch your sweet little cunt?” he asked me, his fingers lingering uncomfortably close to my pussy. “You want me to tear those soaked panties off?”

  He tapped a finger against the fabric and I hissed again.

  “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want me to do. In fucking detail, Pet.”

  I wondered again about the driver. If he couldn’t see us, I’m sure he could hear us. My tongue felt so heavy, and the words just wouldn’t roll off it.

  “Tell me!” he said again.

  “Push my panties aside,” I managed to get out.

  “And?”

  “And… feel how wet I am.”

  “Are you?”

  “Y-yeah…”

  His palm hit my pussy, fast. I yelped as his fingers lingered over the fabric of my underwear, his thumbs pressing down on my cunt and his fingers digging into my ass.

  “You can do better than that, can’t you?”

  “Fuck you,” I bit out, but I stuttered over the words. “Seriously, fuck you.”

  Carelessly, he yanked the fabric of my panties aside and his thumb was parting my pussy lips, rubbing against my clit. My head fell back and I had to fight the urge to buck my hips against his dirty fucking fingers.

  “You will,” he promised me. “Eventually. Once I’m convinced you’re so fucking cock-starved you’ll lick your own pussy juice off the floor if you have to, just to get to feel me pushing inside you.”

  I mewled as he rubbed my clit, crying out. My head went to his shoulder and I pressed my body close.

  “Needy,” he told me. “Needy little slut. Keep going. Tell me what you want me to do to that dripping snatch.”

  “S-stretch it,” I whispered into his ear as he toyed with my clit. “Gape it for me, sir.”

  “Gape it?” he laughed into my hair.

  “Yeah,” I whined. His fingers dug into my clit and I cried out when he pinched it between his fingers. “Oh God, oh my God. Gape it really wide.”

  “I’ll remember you said that,” he said, his voice dripping with sweetness. “You’ll be sorry you did.”

  He put his mouth on my chest and sought out my nipple. He bit it, right through the flimsy lace of my bra and into the sensitive skin. I bucked my hips against him and I saw stars. I rubbed against his crotch with panting breaths and it made him laugh out loud.

  “Good girl,” he said darkly. “Put your hands behind your back, cross them at the wrists.”

  I obeyed blindly, my breaths getting heavier and deeper. I awaited my next instruction, but all he did was lean back comfortably against the car seat. I could feel the vibrations of the ride in my pussy, making me want to grind on him more. I wanted to soak his fucking pants, punish him for what he was doing to me, but I had a feeling the dirty jackass would like it.

  “Come for me,” he said.

  I opened my mouth to protest, but thought better of it in the end. I moved my hips tentatively, my head coming to rest on his shoulder. I moaned in his ear as I rode his crotch, his rock hard cock pressing against my belly. I felt his fingers reaching up and he slipped his blazer off me. The blouse was next and I moaned as he pulled it over my head, exposing my body in just lingerie with the pencil skirt wrapped around my waist. My pink cotton panties were soaked, and I was wearing a pretty black lace bra, but they didn’t match at all. I didn’t have a spare moment to worry about it though, because in one swift movement he’d reached behind my back, undone my bra and it was flung to one side. My hands flew to my chest to shield it from his eyes, but he pried them away from me.

  “Behind your back,” he reminded me. “And I told you to fucking come for me.”

  As I clasped my hands behind my back, his hands went to my panties, and when he tore them apart and ripped them away from me I swear I almost came.

  My breaths were ragged. My heart racing way too fast. I hated him. I wanted to scratch at his too-handsome-to-exist face. I wanted to humiliate him just like he was doing to me. He tipped my chin back when I tried to lean on his shoulder again, making me look into his eyes.

  “Too late to be shy, Pet,” he told me with a grin.

  He bounced me on his knee and I moaned, my little tits pushing into his face. I felt embarrassed as fuck, embarrassed about how wet I was, about the less than impressive size of my boobs, about the fact that I was so exposed and he was so… in control. Embarrassed about the need deep inside to submit to this man I’d barely just met.

  I started grinding on his lap, anything to get that little bit of friction that could set me off in a single fucking minute. My pussy burned as I rubbed it against the expensive fabric of his trousers, ruining them with the wetness that was dripping from my cunt. I forgot to be embarrassed. I just focused on the feeling, on the hardness of his cock on my bare skin, on the way he let a groan slip out here and there as I rode him.

  My head was swimming with nerves and unbearable heat, my body shaking with a need I didn’t fully understand. Yet I looked into his stony eyes and begged with my pupils dilated and my morals gone.

  “What a perfect little slut,” he said, his voice strained.

  I knotted my fingers together behind my back, riding his lap harder. His cock was twitching against me. I had a feeling the wet spot on his trousers wasn’t just from me, and it turned me on so much I cried out.

  “Yes!” he said. “Do it! Come for me, slut!”

  “Help me,” I begged him. “Help me, please…”

  “No,” he said simply, and I mewled, desperately grinding my cunt on him, bucking my hips at him.

  “Please, help me,” I begged him. “I don’t know how, you won’t let me touch…”

  “Like this,” he groaned, reaching for my hips and placing my bare pussy on top of his twitching cock, the fabric of his trousers the only thing separating us.

  “Fuck,” I breathed. In the back of my mind, I realized the car had stopped, but I didn’t give a shit. “Take it out, please. Put it inside me.”

  “Soon,” he promised. His fingers were digging into my ass and my hips were grinding against him. I couldn’t stop myself. My body was acting of its own accord.

  “More,” I whispered, “I need more.”

  He pulled me closer by the neck, looking into my eyes as he spoke to me. He was so fucking calm, like this was something he did every day. And maybe he did but I didn’t fucking care.

  “Keep working that snatch,” he told me. “Keep fucking riding my lap, little Pet. And I promise you I will give you anything you want and more.”

  I thought of all the things I’d worked for in my life. Independence. My own shitty flat. Money, an education. A stable relationship with a guy, and a good one with my parents.

  And yet, the only thing I really wanted was his cock.

  “Your… cock,” I gasped against his lips, and he grinned as he stared me down. “Your cock, deep inside me.”

  “In every sweet hole,” he promised and I yelped as he made me grind harder. I was going fast then, needing to feel the pressure build some more, to what extent, I didn’t know.

  “Your ass first.”

  I moaned.

  “Your mouth second.”

  He was so dirty, and I loved it.

  “That sweet fucking pussy last, Pet. I want to finish in your pussy once I’ve split you open.”

  A shudder ran through me. Sparks flying. My tits. My pussy. Sparks flying everywhere. And I moaned like a whore. “I so want it in my mouth,” I whispered.

  “Come for me!” he told me again.

  “Please let me have it,” I begged. “Let me fucking have it.”

  “Come!”

  I wanted to cry out in frustration. It wasn’t enough. I’d never done this before. I didn’t think I’d ever had a proper orgasm. I wanted it so badly, just so I could please him. Just so he could live up to his word and fuck me, fill me up, break me and make me cry. I felt tears welling in my eyes, and before I could look away, they spilled down my cheeks.

  He groaned w
hen a frustrated sob escaped my lips. He reached up to my cheeks and wiped a tear with his fingertip, brought it to his lips and licked it off. I stared at him while more tears fell. He was surely done with me now.

  “So pretty when you cry,” he said. “I knew you would be.”

  And then his fingers were in my hair and he was pushing me to my knees. I was on the floor of the unmoving car and he was unbuttoning his trousers and then his dick was in front of me, enormous, bulging, the veins throbbing, the tip so deep red it almost looked purple. I gasped and he used the moment to his advantage, forcing himself into my mouth.

  I choked, but he kept going deeper and deeper, driving himself inside me with such force I gagged. His hands went to the back of my head and he held me in place.

  I felt him throb in my mouth and I looked up, my eyes connecting with his. It was unfair, he was supposed to give me some time, take it easy, be gentle. He was a fucking prick, he was just using me. And when I looked up at him, he wiped another tear from my eyes with his thumb and grinned at me.

  “Take it,” he told me roughly. “Come on, Pet. Wider. Open wider.”

  And I did.

  He groaned and I felt it, knew he was going to explode. I sucked my cheeks in and he cursed out loud. He stroked my hair with one hand, but it was when he squeezed my nose shut with the other that I knew I was about to come.

  It built and built and built inside me, and then I was moaning on his cock, begging in incoherent sentences, crying like a fucking baby, sucking desperately, trying not to pass out as my fingers found my clit. And it happened, I came with a spluttering cry and a mouthful of cock, and it was all he needed to spill his load inside me.

  My teeth grazed his dick because I needed it all. He made me look into his eyes, my vision blurred by tears as he filled up my mouth. There was so much of it, and it was warm. I cried harder when he pulled out.

  “Open your dirty fucking mouth,” he said, his hand jerking that beautiful cock. “Stick your tongue out, slut.”

  I did it, and he grabbed my cheeks and made sure it was all gone.

  His eyes grew softer and he stroked my hair, still jerking his cock.

  “Do you want to stop playing, Pet?”

  I shook my head no.

  “Then why are you crying?”

  “Because you came down my throat,” I whispered. “And it was too deep down for me to taste it.”

  Four

  King

  I emptied my balls down her throat without meaning to. But it was too hard to resist, what with her moaning and begging for it. And her last words, spoken through her tears, had me hard all over again. The little beauty was doing my fucking head in and I wanted more of her crazy mind-fuck.

  I didn’t wait for her rush to pass. Instead, I draped my blazer back over her shoulders, buttoning it at the front to hide her lithe body underneath. She shivered while I pulled her to her feet, supporting her weight and guiding her out of the car.

  She hitched her skirt from her waist and smoothed it down before looking around at her surroundings, the street busy with people, and she was like a deer in the headlights, disoriented and still recovering from her orgasm.

  “Take it off,” I said.

  She gave me a quizzical look before glancing around again.

  “Lose the skirt, Pet.”

  She was trembling, and that made me smile as she undid the skirt and stepped out of it. I nodded to the open car door and she threw the skirt inside.

  She looked so sweet in just her heels and my blazer.

  We were a block away from my apartment, as per my instructions to the driver. I ushered her ahead of me, down the busy street. She stumbled forward, and I decided to have some mercy on her, wrapping an arm around her waist and walking her down the street like she was a trophy.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, her voice weak with nerves.

  “To my apartment, Pet.”

  “How far is it?”

  “Not far,” I lied, enjoying seeing her blush.

  The street was busy with people, and I felt Pet’s discomfort with every step we took. She pulled the blazer down over her ass, barely covering her cheeks. While we were walking, I slipped a finger between her thighs discreetly and grinned to myself when I felt her dripping. She moaned and clamped her legs together to shut me out.

  “Don’t,” she warned me in a hiss.

  “Keep walking, sweetheart,” I told her.

  We passed a couple of guys, probably closer to her age than mine. One of them wolf-whistled at her and jealousy cut through me like a knife. I forced myself to press my fingers into her side.

  “Show him,” I told her roughly, and she gave me a horrified look over her shoulder.

  “Show him what?” she asked, her voice shaky.

  “Pop the buttons open and flash them,” I said calmly.

  I didn’t think she’d do it, but she reached for the buttons on the blazer with trembling fingers. My cock twitched. The guys were getting closer. Really fucking close. Three of them, not as tall as I was. I could probably take them if they made a move on her.

  She unbuttoned the blazer painfully slowly, her fingers slipping over the buttons several times.

  “Tick tock,” I whispered in her ear, and she moaned out loud. Loud enough to catch their attention. Loud enough to make me want to close that fucking blazer around her tight little body and drag her off into an alley and fuck her brains out.

  They were almost next to us now, and time stood still as we both looked at them, with me now walking a step behind her. Slowly, painfully slowly, she opened her blazer and exposed herself to them, pretty tits and a puffy cunt on display for all to see.

  I expected a reaction, but their jaws just fell. Someone shouted something lewd, and jealousy bubbled under my surface like a wicked poison. I grabbed her arms and forced them down, closing the jacket for her. I wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her across the road, a taxi blaring its horn as we made our way to the other side.

  She was giggling.

  I was fucking furious.

  “That was crazy,” she said, and my jaw tightened. “Absolutely fucking crazy.”

  I wanted to slap her. I wanted to slap my-fucking-self.

  My Pet. Mine. Fucking mine.

  She had to be punished. It was as simple as that. I didn’t say a word as I dragged her to my apartment building. She gasped when we got there, the surprise of the magnificent architecture taking her breath away.

  “You live here?” she asked, but I couldn’t answer, I was too fucking upset. Like a damn jealous teenager.

  I dragged her inside the building, nodding a polite hello to the doorman and ushering her into the elevator. I pressed the button for my floor, the top one, and she leaned against the mirror with a smile playing on her lips.

  I resisted the urge to slap it off her pretty face.

  She didn’t say a word, and neither did I. The ride up was short, and I led her out of the elevator and into my apartment.

  I was prepared for her amazement, and she didn’t disappoint. To be fair, my apartment was nothing short of stunning.

  Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, modern, expensive furniture, and expensive artwork on the walls. I liked my home. I hoped she would like it, too. After all, she’d be spending a lot of time here.

  I watched her chatter as I made myself a drink, grabbing a pop from the fridge for her. Fucking too young to drink. What was I getting myself into? She was trouble with a capital fucking T.

  I brought the can of soda to her and she asked me if I had a straw.

  I got her the fucking straw.

  I told her to sit on the couch and wait while I made a call.

  I was brisk with it, barking instructions at the person on the other end of the line, vague ones so she wouldn’t suspect a thing. Once I was done, I pocketed my cell and turned to face Pet. Her eyes were wide and wanting more, her lips sucking on the cherry-red straw.

  She looked so young. I
felt like a dirty old man next to her.

  The straw fell from her lips and she parted them as she spoke.

  “Are you going to fuck me now?”

  I didn’t answer her, finishing my drink and setting the empty glass down on the coffee table. I undid my tie and the top two buttons of my shirt. It felt good, liberating after a full day in the suit.

  “We’re gonna play a game,” I told her, and her eyes sparkled. “Get up, take the blazer off. Not the heels. Come with me.”

  I turned my back on her without waiting for a reply, and walked towards my favorite room in the house.

  To call it a dungeon would be an insult. The women I played with came willingly, in more ways than one. It wasn’t a room out of a lame BDSM movie. The equipment was hidden in plain sight, and the room could look as innocent to an observer as it did dirty to someone who knew their shit.

  I heard the clacking of her heels behind me, and I guided her into the room. She stood in the middle of it, fidgeting nervously. I could tell she had no idea what she’d gotten herself into.

  I pulled up a chair, a Philippe Starck Ghost Chair that would show off every inch of her beautiful body.

  “Sit,” I told her, and she did.

  I went to work on her ankles first, tying her feet down to the legs of the chair. She didn’t protest, in fact, she didn’t make a fucking sound. She was staring at me, though, her eyes burning the back of my head as I tied her legs to the chair with silk rope.

  I worked on her hands next, tying them behind her back.

  Once I was done, I stepped back to admire my handiwork.

  Her legs were spread wide. Her pussy was slightly open, her damp thighs shivering under my gaze. Her hair was spilling down her front, covering up those pretty rosy nipples.

  “Do you think I’m beautiful?” she asked me, and I moved my eyes from her tight slit to those eyes burning with the need to know my answer.

  “You are,” I told her, hoping my voice didn’t betray my true feelings. I stroked her cheek and she leaned into my hand. “A beautiful little slut.”

  She seemed pleased with my answer and I wondered just how nervous she was, being here. She was either very brave or very fucking foolish. Probably a bit of both.