Payback on the Road

Jennifer let out an involuntary groan, and clutched the sides of her leather seat. “Ugh… But… honey, we’re in the middle of the road. You’re driving. Can’t you…” His fingers tickled her panty line. “Oh god… can’t you just… wait ‘till we get home? Can’t you… wait? We’ll be home in… a bit…”

Daniel let out a strange guttural sound of desire that made her insides flutter. “God, you’re so wet already…. I want you so bad. I want to be inside you. I want to feel the warmth of your sweet pussy around me.”

“Oh god…”

With another grunt, he began to stroke her outer lips through the thin lace of her dampened panties. He strayed upward, flicking her clit through her soaked fabric. She let out a sigh of desire and clutched his hand, but the minute she did, he slapped her away and withdrew. She groaned with frustration. “You want it. You see? I knew you wanted it. Don’t you?”

“Huh?” She was delirious already and sweating through her blouse at his deft touch. At her indistinct response, he swept his hand back in a threatening gesture and she flinched just a second before it came back down on her thigh. She let out a cry of shock and stinging pain as her flesh glowed red and trembled. “Ouch! What the—?”

“Tell me you want it, slut. Tell me.”

Her jaw dropped, and her pussy seemed to melt. “Wha—? Excuse me? What did you just…?” Before she could complete her indignation, his palm fell again and she writhed again under his slap.

“Tell me,” he hissed again through his teeth, massaging the sore skin of her thigh.

Her shallow breathing was painful. “Uh… yes, yes, yes,” she prattled without noticing.

“Yes what?” he snarled, glaring at her out of the corner of his eye. She could see his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “Tell me.”

She sighed. “Yes… yes, I want it. I want you.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he warned, starting to dig his fingernails into her thigh. She shuddered with surprising pleasure at the painful sensation. “Yes, you want it—what? What do you call me?”

“…Danny?”

The car began to slow as his fingernails dug deeper, and she squealed. To her great surprise, Daniel suddenly brought both hands back up to the wheel to spin it to the right. She couldn’t move. She could barely breathe, let alone speak. The car turned, and the dirt off the dark, empty road crunched as they rolled onto it. It was a good thing that it was such an empty street, because she had a hunch she knew what was about to happen. The engine whirred to a slow halt, and the subsequent ringing silence seemed to envelop them. The darkness grew painfully thick as the headlights shut off and the long, eerie shadows cast over the car by the tall trees standing around them became suddenly more pronounced. She shivered, though the air was still so warm. “Danny,” she said again, her voice extremely hushed now. “What are we doing here? Come on. Start the car up again. You’re freaking me out.”

Daniel still said nothing. She watched him unbuckle his seatbelt with a very determined expression on his deeply shadowed face. There was an impressive bulge in his slacks that made her stomach churn with desire again. He opened his door and exited the car in a huff. She could tell how antsy he was in the way he moved around the front of the car to get to her door. He opened it for her, but not kindly. He was glaring at her. “Get out,” he said finally. She unbuckled herself with fumbling hands, and extended one leg to step outside, but he would not wait. He reached out and took her roughly by the collar, making her gasp and splutter. She grappled with his hand at her throat as her fear leapt within her so she almost screamed.

“Danny! Stop it!” she choked out. “What the—? Stop it! You’re scaring me! What’s going on?”

He captured both of her wrists in his hands and twisted her around in his grasp. She really did scream as he did this, terrified by the man she loved. Yet at the same time, as though arousal stemmed from the same core as fear, she felt a rush of excitement flood between her legs and her scream became a moan as Daniel pinned her arms behind her back with one hand. He shoved her against the car, one hand at the back of her neck, gripping it tightly. She could feel his hard, prominent erection nudging her ass. In a low, ominous voice, he grumbled, “What do you call me, bitch?”

“…Danny?” she queried again.

“No, slut.” Her pussy clenched with desire. “You are not to speak unless permitted, and if you do, you will be severely punished. However, if given permission to speak, you are, of course, to address me as ‘Sir,’ or ‘Master,’ is that understood?”

She was silent for moment. Was he for real? Was this really her quiet, gentle Danny she knew and loved so dearly? Surely it was. But why was he doing this? She could not deny, though, that it was turning her on immensely, and now that it was happening, she was certainly not going to let it pass. Panting heavily, she nodded ever so slightly beneath his rough fingers. “Yes, Sir,” she agreed breathily.

“Will you do as I say, slut? Will you be my little whore?” He let his wet tongue run along her ear, and she shuddered fully against him. He twisted her wrists in his grasp until she squealed in pain. “Tell me.”

“Uh huh,” she said. “Yes, Sir. Anything, Sir.”

She could practically hear him smirking. “There’s a good girl. Now close your eyes and don’t move from that position, bitch. Don’t you dare move.” She didn’t dare. Not when he was like this. The tone of his voice and the exciting control in his touch was frightening her into submission. She froze completely as he moved away from her, making her back feel strangely empty. She suddenly missed the feel of his cock against her. Why had he left?

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